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Louis considered himself to be a goddamn good liar. He had acted in some plays and done pretty well. There was just one little problem though: he was terrible about lying when it came to Mr. Styles. He did a terrible job with Liam, and he did a terrible job with Mr. Horan. Even hearing the man's name turned Louis' brain into mush. Everything reminded him of the man too. He was so screwed.

Of course he was still going to hang out with Liam. Hot teacher or not, he wasn't the kind of guy who ditched his friends and had their whole world revolve around someone. He realized that Liam could be the solution to his 'what the hell am I gonna say to my mom about an entire weekend?' problem. Just move on from Liam's to Mr. Styles'. What if she called over though? He could still be caught if Liam was in the dark.

Could he trust Liam to keep his secret? He thought so. He texted Liam once he was home.

Louis– so when am I coming over fuck boi?

Liam– as soon as you're done putting on your eyeliner girl ;)

Louis- ....that was one time and I just wanted to see what it looked like you little shit

Liam– sureee. But yeah just come over whenever.

Louis– can I stay for a bit?

Liam– what like stay over? Yeah sure idc. Don't forget to pack your night gown

Louis- ...fuck you ;)

Louis laughed and went to grab clothes. He would tell Liam in person about Mr. Styles. That way he could you know, knock him out and take away his memory if Liam freaked out and ran off to tell his parents or some crazy shit. Louis agonized over what to wear, until he remembered he was going to the mall. So he tossed a couple things in his bag (five complete outfits) and headed downstairs. He did the whole pause by the living room door and wait for the breeze to change to the direction of "sure you can go honey, have fun!"

His mom was sitting on the couch folding laundry. She had his red pants on the pile and he was instantly reminded of Mr. Styles' whispering in his ear, 'By the way Louis, those pants make your ass look amazing.' Damn you Mr. Styles. Not helping.

"Hi Mom. How are you?" He said sweetly.

She glanced up as she folded socks. "What do you want Louis?"

"Can I stay with Liam for the weekend? I already did all my homework."

"All done at 3 pm huh? Nice try."

"I had free period today!" No he didn't.

She sighed. "Fine Louis. Have fun. When are you coming home?"

"Um, I don't know Sunday?" It was more of a question than an answer.

"Wow the whole weekend? What are you guys doing?" You don't wanna know mom.

"Just hanging around. We're going to the mall today."

"Louis, my god, how many pairs of Toms do you need?"

"I don't understand the question, and I won't respond to it." (Arrested Development reference anyone?)

She waved him off with a laugh. "Go ahead Louis, have fun and be safe."

Louis stifled a laugh. He would definitely be safe. He was sure Mr. Styles had loads of condoms stocked for the weekend. God this man has turned me into such a slut.

Liam looked so happy to see Louis when he answered the door. What am I the sun? He didn't get why it seemed like everyone loved him so much. He had confidence but he didn't think he was amazing or anything. Lugging his bag up the stairs to Liam's room he heard Liam crack up while he followed.

"Why are you laughing at me babe?" Louis emphasized the pet name sarcastically.

"Because we're going to the mall and you bring too many clothes when you stay over as it is. You bring too many clothes and then you buy more of them."

"Well, what do you bring Liam? No hair?"

Louis dropped his bag dramatically. "You're just jelly of my sick wardrobe."

Once Liam was done brushing his non-existent hair they hopped into Liam's car and were off. Louis had yet to tell him about his devious plan for the weekend. He had already decided to stay at Liam's for the night and head over tomorrow. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, body still sore, he realized he would have regretted rushing over anyways because Mr. Styles would definitely end up just pounding his ass again and literally, truly wreck him. He needed a day to recover, damn it.

Louis waited until they were on the highway, of fucking course.

"Liam? Can I... never mind." Fuck this is a really bad idea.

Liam glanced over at him quickly. "What is it Louis?" He asked softly.

"Can I tell you something and you promise not to freak out? Like no matter what you'll keep it secret?"

"Well, what did you like, murder someone?" Liam joked.

"What the fuck Liam no I didn't murder someone, be serious."

"Okay, sorry I'm kidding. Yes you can tell me anything Louis."

"I... fuck." Louis pulled his shirt sleeves down nervously to smooth them out, and then the bottom hem of his shirt, leaving no wrinkles. He did that when he was anxious. His mom would scold him. 'Leave your clothes alone Louis, god you're so anal sometimes.'

Liam glanced over at him again. "Louis? Are you alright? You've been acting kind of off lately..."

Louis sighed. Fuck it, Liam was worried now anyways. "Yes, I'm okay. I'm more than okay actually." He laughed awkwardly. "You swear you won't say anything? I promise I'm being safe."

Liam nodded. "I'm kind of, in a sexual... relationship with... Mr. Styles?"

Liam gasped and practically swerved off the highway. Thank fuck they were in the right lane. In retrospect, Louis probably could have chosen a better moment.

When Liam had regained control of the car moments later he cleared his throat several times. "I'm certain I did not hear you correctly just now. Care to repeat?"

Louis panicked. "Please Liam you promised not to tell anyone!"

"I won't Louis. But are you serious? You're not just fucking with me?"

"I'm deadass serious Liam."

"When did it start?"

"His first day here."

"What was that three days ago? Damn he didn't waste time!"

"Well look at us," Louis joked. "Power couple as fuck."

Liam just laughed and shook his head. "Goddamn Louis you are something else. Luckiest eighteen year old alive probably."

Louis just smirked. "Oh I definitely am."

He failed to notice the fleeting downward pull of Liam's mouth after he looked away.

Once they were inside the mall they decided to go shopping first before eating. Louis excitedly suggested stores. "Can we go to Hollister first? I really want new sweatpants. Oh no, Zumiez I want new Toms." Liam laughed and playfully shoved the hyper boy's shoulder.

"Would you find your chill Louis? We have like three hours."

They decided to go to Zumiez first. Louis immediately went to the glorious floor to ceiling shelving arrangement of Vans and Toms. Liam just looked through the tee shirts. Louis tapped his finger on his chin. "Hmm." He couldn't decided between white (dirty easily as fuck) or red (match everything in his wardrobe).

"Can I help you?" He turned to see who was talking to him and took in an extremely handsome teen. Dark brunette hair styled into a perfect quiff, light caramel skin, and big shining brown eyes. Not bad. But not really interested in trading in his daddy.

"Do you have the white ones in..." he blushed slightly to say how little his feet were. "An eight?" The boy smiled and nodded.

"Sure I'll check." He climbed up the ladder, and Liam strolled over.

"What kind you getting?"

"White probably. This guy's getting them."

Liam looked up and his lips parted slightly as he took in the slim boy in impossibly tight gray skinnies and a black tee shirt. "Well... white... yeah it's... a color."

Louis burst out laughing. "Liam what the fuck is –" he realized what was happening and leaned in conspiratorially. "Liam do you have the hots for sales boy?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Liam hissed quietly. "He might hear you!"

"Good. Then you can level up." A slow smile played over his lips.

"Louis," Liam warned, knowing that smile all too well.

The boy came back down and apologetically handed Louis the box. "Sorry dude we only had 7.5 maybe those will fit?" Louis went to try the shoes on and huffed when they were a perfect fit. He glanced up as he dropped them back in the box to see Liam shuffling his feet while he chatted with the mystery boy. Way to go Liam. He honestly wanted Liam to be happy more than most things in his life though.

The dark haired boy reached out and placed his hand on Liam's arm as he smiled warmly, saying something that made Liam blush. Yes bitch! Louis thought triumphantly. He took his sweet time going back over, looking at tee shirts instead that were a little too edgy for his taste. He ended up grabbing a plain green hoodie and going to the register. The boy saw and nodded his head in Louis' direction signaling for Liam to follow. Liam joined Louis, a pink tint seeming to be painted permanently on his face as the guy kept stealing glances at him as he worked.

Liam ended up tossing some random pair of sunglasses on the counter, probably just to linger a little longer. The boy scribbled something on the receipt before handing it to him. He had just put Louis' in the bag. Interesting.

"Nice to meet you Liam." He smirked at him.

"Uh, yeah you too... um what was?"

"Zayn."

"Okay, bye Zayn!" Liam called out as they left, looking giddy as fuck.

As they walked down the corridor Louis couldn't help but laugh at Liam.

"You want the D so bad don't you?"

Liam didn't answer and Louis looked over to see him staring at the receipt dumbfounded.

"Louis holy shit! His number is on here! Oh my fucking god, oh my god. He's so hot, I just. Do you think he tops? I bet he does."

"Liam calm the fuck down," Louis teased. "Can we go to Hollister now?"

Once there, Louis went just a little crazy and ended up heading to the dressing room with an armload of clothes. He could afford this preppy surfer shit because he worked every summer at Sweet Kitty, the frozen yogurt place near his house. Mostly he would sit on his stool in a tight work shirt and fitted little pants and eat the chocolate chip cookie dough bits, yet somehow made twice as many tips as all the other basics. He was basically a fro-yo hooker.

When he was done trying on his clothes and piling his prized possessions on the counter (the girl working there kept smiling at him and tossing her hair, ugh no thanks), he saw a blue floral printed button down short sleeve shirt and immediately thought of his daddy. He bet it would look good as fuck on him. He wanted to return the favor, and blushed at the memory of those lavender panties he had given him. He decided to get an extra large since these clothes ran so small. Liam raised an eyebrow when he saw Louis take it off the rack.

"Really Louis? Seems a bit big doesn't it? And that is so not your style."

"It's for my dad. For father's day," Louis immediately answered. Damn getting better at this.

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They grabbed food to eat on the go and the whole freaking way out of the mall Liam gushed about how perfect and sexy Zayn was. Louis tolerated it and decided not to make fun of him. Yet. He'd wait until they were together and all gay happy. He could build up his arsenal of jokes in the meantime. What would the ship name be? Ziam, for the win.

The boys had a fun night and didn't stay up too late, Louis needed his beauty sleep for all the activities he was sure Mr. Styles was planning for them. He texted Mr. Styles around 8 pm.

Louis- hi ;) I'm staying with a friend for the night, can I come over tomorrow afternoon?

H- I'll see you then Louis x

Liam texted Zayn after spending half an hour typing and deleting. Louis threatened to steal the phone and ask 'top or bottom? either way i've got the lube ;)' if he didn't send something already. He ended up making a date with Zayn, and squealed into his pillow. Louis sighed in relief, a happy smile lighting up his face. All was right in the world.

Mr. Styles

Why was everything so fucked up. Did everyone want a piece of my Louis? Was he with that obnoxious girl? No way, couldn't be. He saw how much Louis despised her. Must be a boy. He realized he didn't know much about Louis, including who his friends were. And that bothered him.

He busied himself with cleaning his already immaculate house the next morning and putting fresh sheets on the bed. He cleaned some certain items he had (again, already fine) and arranged them neatly in his little box, smirking deviously. He had plans for his boy. Did he ever. If he had been sneaking around behind his back, he would certainly learn his lesson tonight, that's for damn sure. He would have the boy writhing underneath him until he was red in the face.

As if on cue the doorbell rang and he went to let Louis in. He couldn't help but smile when he saw him, almost comically tipping over with an overstuffed duffel bag and a little brown shopping bag with the maroon bird that he was pretty sure was some teenage store.

"Think you've got enough to last through tomorrow?" He mused.

"I wanted to look nice for you daddy," Louis shyly admitted.

"Come in, before someone sees you." The boy stepped inside and Mr. Styles closed the door behind him. "Would you like something to eat Louis? I was going to make an early dinner."

The boy nodded eagerly. "Yes I'm starved! I kind of forgot to eat today."

"A bit preoccupied were we?" The man vaguely asked.

Louis looked confused. "I guess? Me and Liam were playing video games and putting outfits together of our new clothes." Ah, so it was a boy. And they were having a fashion show. Certainly sounds like he's keen for my Louis.

Mr. Styles decided to leave it be for the moment. "Do you like chicken Louis? I was going to make my speciality. Chicken stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in parma ham, with a side of homemade mash."

Louis smiled. "That sounds great. Can I help? I kind of suck at cooking but I'd like to learn."

The man nodded in the direction of a cabinet. "Grab a cutting board I'll show you how to filet chicken."

Mr. Styles opened the package and placed the chicken on the board. "Bend over."

The shocked look on the boy's face was priceless. "What?"

"You need to be eye level so you can see what you're doing. You're so dirty Louis." He mockingly tsked at him. He placed his large hand on Louis' lower back and gently guided him down. Then showed Louis the technique hand over hand. He couldn't help but notice the way the boy's breath hitched as he leaned close and explained quietly. "Nice and easy, Louis. Take your time. Don't rush it."

The boy did a shit job and cursed. "Fuck this."

"Louis! Watch your mouth." He took the knife away and did the remaining pieces so they could actually eat.

"Daddy?" The boy asked as they stood side by side at the stove, watching him mash the potatoes. "Can I... ask you a question?"

"Sure." He put down the utensil. "Anything."

"Why did you move here? All the way from England?"

Mr. Styles didn't speak for a bit, just continuing to wrap the pieces of ham around the chicken and pin them in place with toothpicks. "I used to be married Louis. To a lovely girl. We were fresh out of grad school, and I thought it was true love. Then I came home one night to find her fucking my best friend. In our bed. I hit him so hard that I fractured a knuckle in my hand." He clenched his jaw and made fists, a sudden anger washing over him at the memory of their shocked faces and exposed bodies. The pain. The betrayal. He had loved her for three years.

He didn't even realize how threatening he looked until he heard Louis whimper quietly beside him. He immediately opened his fists, turning to the boy who had moved away from him by a good foot. He was a little surprised to feel a pang in his chest at the sight of the scared boy who somehow appeared even smaller than usual. "Louis," he breathed. "I would never take it out on you." The boy hesitantly moved closer and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, snuggling his face into his chest.

"I'm sorry daddy. That sounds awful," Louis said quietly. The man calmed down some and automatically reached up to hug Louis back, a hand coming up to stroke the boy's hair.

"It was." He became intensely aware of how sensitive and down right un-manly he seemed in this moment and pulled away, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Anyways, I wanted a fresh start, and my cousin lives nearby. He told me it was a nice area, quiet. I found this teaching position, it pays well. And here I am." He shrugged and went back to arranging the food. "Add a splash of milk. It looks dry." He tried to redirect the focus away from himself. The boy did so and went back to mashing.

"How old are you?" He asked curiously.

"Twenty five." He glanced over at the boy to gauge his reaction. He was surprised to see him blushing and smiling.

"Oh. I... kind of like that."

Mr. Styles started laughing. "Why's that Louis?"

"It's just... you're a man. It's just hot. I don't know how to explain it."

Mr. Styles slid the pan into the oven and turned to the boy, carefully taking the spoon out of his hand and placing it on the counter.

"You just love having a daddy to take care of you, don't you Louis? Someone who knows how to fuck you until you scream?" The boy whined low in his throat as the man slid his fingers into the boy's front pockets and pulled him in close enough that they were touching. He leaned down and brushed his lips across Louis' and teasing. Louis hungrily opened his mouth and shoved his tongue into the man's, gasping and needy. He responded immediately and backed the boy into the counter. He lifted him up to sit on it, making Louis pull away and cry out loudly in pain.

"Oh fuck! It still hurts." The man immediately picked him up and placed him on the floor gently.

"Shit, Louis I forgot. Guess we'll be waiting till tomorrow for me to fuck you then?"

He sighed in frustration. "Sorry daddy. I really want to."

"It's okay. I have plenty more in mind that doesn't involve me burying myself in you tonight."

He moved away to make a drink at the counter, leaving the boy to just let that sink in. He turned around, lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips and gave him a lop-sided smirk to see the shock on the his now pink face. Louis shifted uncomfortably and he lowered his gaze to see he was looking a little tight in his jeans. Good. Just where I want him, Mr. Styles thought smugly.

"Can I... can I have a drink too, daddy?" The boy hesitantly asked.

Mr. Styles shook his head no immediately. "Absolutely not Louis. Do you know how incriminating that would be if someone discovered me with a drunk student at my house?"

"Okay, daddy. I understand."

They finished making the dinner, and Louis chattered away about random things as they ate. The man just enjoying watching the innocent (well not so innocent anymore, but still) boy talking happily about plans for college next year, and how he would either stay in state, or attend some place more expensive and further away if he got a soccer scholarship. He didn't even know Louis played sports. He found himself genuinely interested in what the boy had to say, asking him questions, and soon enough they were done eating.

"Can I go brush my teeth?" He asked brightly.

"Go ahead, love. First door on your right, top of the stairs." The boy bounced off, grabbing his little toiletry bag on the way. Mr. Styles cleaned up and poured himself another drink, going into the living room to sit on his couch and wait. He heard Louis come back downstairs, but didn't appear in the living room as he expected. A minute later he heard violent coughing and rushed into the kitchen.

There stood Louis, mouth wet with liquid dribbling down, and the bottle of whiskey open on the counter, with a shockingly significant amount less than he had left it. The boy's eyes widened and they both stared at each other.

"Louis," the man stated calmly. "I thought I asked you not to drink?"

"I'm... I'm sorry daddy, you just. I get kind of nervous when I'm around you and I wanted to relax."

"Why did you make such a mess? Thought you were pretty hungover the other day. Never had whiskey?" His tone had turned a little playful.

"It tasted disgusting." He smacked his lips and scrunched up his face. "Probably because I just brushed my teeth." He looked embarrassed.

"Louis, you really need to learn to listen. Do I need to remind you who's in charge? Make you beg for me?" And with that he scooped the boy into his arms and carried him up the stairs, the boy squeaking in surprise.

He placed him on the bed. "Strip." Louis quickly took off his clothes and tossed them on the floor, looking at him with a mix of excitement and anxiety in his eyes. "Louis are you excited to be punished?" He couldn't help but smile.

"I just... I don't care why you touch me, I just want you to." He blushed deeply.

"We'll see about that."

He took off everything but his black boxer briefs and crawled onto the bed until he was less than a foot away from Louis, kneeling in front of him. The boy reached his small hands out to run down the man's hard chest. Mr. Styles caught his wrists and pushed him back so that he was lying on the bed. His green eyes burned into Louis' own, which were a beautiful deep blue right now. He wasn't sure if he would ever get used to those ever changing hazel eyes. He grabbed him around the waist and slid his little body up until he was close to the headboard. He reached out of Louis' line of sight into his box and came back with fuzzy handcuffs. Louis' eyes widened.

"Daddy? Wh-what-"

"We're gonna have a little fun. Have you ever heard of orgasm denial?" He waited.

The boy swallowed hard. "No but I think I can take a guess. You aren't going to let me come?" His voice trailed to a whisper.

"I will Louis. But I'm gonna have you crying and begging for it like the little slut I know you can be." Louis had a sharp intake of breath. Despite the fact that this was punishment, he twitched in his underwear and Mr. Styles took notice, giving him a squeeze. He grasped Louis one hand at a time and loosely cuffed each slender wrist to a piece of the headboard, arms now stretched comfortably and spread out behind his head. "Does that turn you on? Getting teased until you can't take it anymore? You wait until I've given you permission to come do you understand me?"

The small boy just nodded.

Mr. Styles reached down and stroked his hand lightly down Louis' length, making him lift his hips up for more. The man growled and shoved him back down with his free hand.

"Louis," he warned. He resumed stroking him, fingers brushing up and down Louis' steadily thickening length as his other hand pressed flat against his hip. He leaned forward and pulled the boxers down a few inches, exposing his soft little hip. He moved his lips across the skin, before kissing him, eyes trained on the boy's face, enjoying the reaction he was getting. Louis was panting already and he had barely done anything.

He sucked harshly on his skin, marking the boy as his own. He moved a few inches closer to the boy's now hard cock, leaving a trail of dark red marks in his wake. He leaned back to admire his work. The dark tan a delicious contrast against the irritated skin. Dipping his head down he licked a lazy swipe back across the same area making the boy squirm and moan in discomfort and maybe a little pleasure. He couldn't tell.

He didn't want this to be entirely unenjoyable for Louis. He loved to pleasure the boy. But he also loved to remind him who daddy was when he got out of line and sassy, as he often did. Bending over him again he left fluttering kisses along his length, making him cry out loudly.

"Oh, daddy!" Louis wriggled back and forth, since he couldn't lift himself off the mattress a single inch, being held down against it. The man moved up his body, before placing a slow kiss to his open mouth.

"Be right back baby. Don't go anywhere." He winked and the boy just huffed.

He made his way downstairs and grabbed his forgotten glass with half melted ice left in it and rejoined Louis in the bedroom. What a sight he came upon. The boy had managed to scoot up to a sitting position on the bed and was moving around as if he hoped to roll over and probably get some friction for relief. He shook his head and laughed lowly.

"Louis? Did you really think this is allowed?" He put the glass on the bedside table and moved over him, holding his waist and pulling him down the bed to lie on his back again. He dipped his hand into the glass and pulled out a piece of ice. Louis looked at him, curious and silent.

He popped the ice cube in his mouth so that a small amount was pushed past his lips, making them look even more full than usual. The boy twitched again, after he freed him of his boxers. The man leaned down until his face was right against Louis' chest, and dragged the ice down across his stomach, stopping to move from side to side. He gasped in surprise from the cold sensation and struggled to move.

Mr. Styles lifted it and mercifully left the boy's cock alone, ghosting over. He wasn't insane, just teasing. Then touched it to the first mark and slid it across each one slowly. He heard Louis sigh in relief as he did so. He sat up and spit it back into the cup. "Feel good, baby?" Louis just nodded, already looking flustered.

He grabbed an extra pillow and lifted Louis up gently, placing the pillow underneath his hips so that he was raised up in the air. Without warning, he spread the boy's legs and leaned down to push his tongue into his entrance, earning a moan in response.

"Too much?" He asked, pulling back slightly. Louis just shook his head no frantically. The man leaned back down, this time just licking around the area in broad strokes, not giving him what he wanted. He bit down on the boy's inner thigh gently and Louis jumped. He reached a hand up again to keep him still against the pillow.

"Stay. Still." He lifted the boy's already leaking cock and pressed his lips to the sensitive area underneath.

"Oh daddy! Fuck! I just, I need to..." his words blended to desperate noises as the man moved his mouth down to his entrance again and sucked.

He sat up. "What do you need? Use your words."

"Please. Can I come? I swear I'll listen daddy." The boy begged, cheeks flushed and eyes slightly glazed over. The man just shook his head slowly before taking the boy's cock in his mouth and sucking hard.

Louis whined and bucked his hips up, attempting to fuck up into his mouth, but to no avail. He barely moved, as the man's strong, large hands pushed back against him, trapping him against the plush pillow.

The man sat up and tugged his own boxers off. "Look at me Louis." The boy weakly lifted his head as the man started to jerk himself off. Louis had a wild, fucked out look in his eyes as he watched while getting no contact of his own. Once he was hard, he took the boy in his mouth again, still continuing to touch himself. He swirled his tongue around the head as Louis whimpered continuously.

Every time he felt Louis tense up, his orgasm building, he would pull off, leaving the boy panting heavily, commanding him to watch while he only pleasured himself. He would look up at Louis and see if he was wrecked yet. The third time he was red in the face and tears were starting to roll down his cheeks. Perfect.

"Have you learned your lesson, Louis?" He asked quietly.

"Y-yes, fuck, I did. Please can I come?" He replied, voice sounding strained.

"Yes Louis. You can come this time." He resumed blowing him, quickly this time, and not even thirty seconds later Louis was crying out loudly and cumming down his throat, Mr. Styles taking slow pulls until he was done himself, cumming onto the sheets. The boy shuddered.

"Please, enough!" The man immediately pulled off, remembering how badly he had wrecked him.

"Guess you'll think twice before disobeying your daddy again, won't you Louis?"

"Yes, daddy."

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