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The water started to get a little cold, and maybe that was a good thing. Louis could use a cool down. Mr. Styles cranked the faucet to get it nice and hot again, though. The only time Louis took his eyes off of Mr. Styles' fit body was when shampoo dripped down his face and he scrunched his eyes up and frantically rubbed at them, shouting in pain. He felt his hands being pulled away as he was guided into the water and Mr. Styles gently rubbed the pads of his thumbs across Louis' tightly shut eyes. He heard a stifled laugh and huffed.

"Glad my pain is so amusing."

"Don't be cross Louis. You're just making a really adorable face right now, like a kitten about to sneeze."

"Is that – are you saying – I am an eighteen year old man, not a damn kitten." The pain faded and he blinked open his eyes to see the man grinning widely at him, and attractive as that was (ridiculous really) he was still annoyed. He pushed against Mr. Styles' chest and when he didn't sway an inch, he just laughed harder at Louis. Fuck my life.

He stopped laughing and ran his hands down Louis' sides to rest on his hips. "I'm messing with you Louis. I'd say don't be so uptight but it just makes for better sex." Then winked at him. And how could he be mad now? He stopped scowling and bit his lip.

"Here." Mr. Styles handed him a razor. "I thoroughly enjoyed those smooth legs the other night." Louis nodded and took the razor, Mr. Styles slicking his legs up with the strongly scented shaving cream and maybe getting a little handsy on his ass while Louis' carefully dragged the blade up his legs until they were bare again.

They finished and Louis managed to pick up a towel and dry himself off while his gaze roamed over the man's body. Did he have no mercy looking like that and not covering up? Louis was so disappointed the show had to come to an end after he was done rubbing the towel up his long, muscular legs and secured it low on his waist. At least he could still see the definition by his hips of the v line. He had no idea how long he had been staring when he felt a firm brush start to run through his damp hair, sweeping it to the side.

"Are you seriously brushing my hair for me right now?"

"Well you're too busy eyefucking me to do it yourself. And I had better plans for us than hanging out in my bathroom the rest of the day." He looked up to Mr. Styles' face to see an amused expression on it. He did enjoy the tingly feeling on his scalp. Maybe I am a kitten? No fuck that, definitely not.

"Plans? Like what?" He asked curiously.

He was met with a smirk. "You'll see." Oh okay, those kind of plans. He forgot what air was and his need for it when the man combed his own hair and ruffled some product through the wet curls, leaving them down and natural to air dry, very different from the professional looking quiff at school. Jesus freaking christ. If I went blind right now, no regrets.

He trailed after him back into the bedroom and remembered the shirt he had gotten for him. He blushed just to think of giving it to him. Was it weird he did that? Probably.

"Daddy?" He asked tentatively. "I got you something."

Mr. Styles pulled on his black boxer briefs and turned around. "Really? What would that be?"

Louis grabbed the little bag he had brought in and handed it to him. "Here." Mr. Styles pulled out the shirt and a lazy smile spread across his face.

"I like it. You shouldn't spend money on me though." He pulled it on and buttoned it barely halfway, tattoo showing clearly, then shimmying on a pair of faded black skinnies. Louis congratulated himself on being a part of this. He was rewarded with a kiss and a murmured thank you.

He hadn't realized how many outfits he had sifted through in his bag when he heard that damned breathtaking laugh again. "You know we're just hanging out here right?" He blushed furiously. The struggle is real when you're newly... together? Whatever this was.

He tossed on his new sweats and there was a warm hand against his lower back as Mr. Styles broke the plastic tag off with a quiet snap. "Thanks daddy."

"I like these pants on you too." Large hands skimmed down his hips from behind and squeezed. "Wear this one." He was handed a white tee from his bag with a little patterned pocket on it. "So we don't starve to death." Louis laughed and put it on before being towed along behind the man.

He sat at the breakfast bar watching while Mr. Styles made him eggs, chin resting on his hand, just daydreaming about what it would be like to wake up and do this every morning. He didn't realize he was being asked a question until a hand waved back and forth in front of his face. "Louis? Do you drink coffee?"

"Oh. No I prefer tea if you have it." A few minutes later he was sipping tea and eating eggs sitting next to Mr. Styles when he got a notification of a text in the group chat with Liam and Liam's cousin Lexie. She was probably the only girl at their school, and in general really, that Louis got along with and genuinely liked to be around. She was super down to earth and nice. But seriously Lexie, not a good time. He left his phone unlocked on the counter nearby and read the texts as they came in.

Lexie- what are you guys doing today? I just got back from vacation last night. sand everywhere haha

Liam- Louis stayed over and he's still sleeping so hush before you wake him

Lexie-aww send me a pic haha

Liam– no my phone makes a sound when I take pics don't be weird lexie

Lexie- he's like fam it's not weird... and can you blame me for wanting an adorable Louis pic?

Liam- if there were enough adorable Louis pics for everyone there would be no more wars

Lexie– you know he's gonna see this later right lmao

Liam– idc HI LOUIS YOU'RE ADORABLE

Lexie- omg... I'm gonna go give feebie her cheerios ttyl :)

Liam- omfg tell feebie I said hi and I LOVE HER SO MUCH xx

Lexie- haha okay Li I will xx

Louis laughed quietly about Liam's ridiculous obsession with Lexie's little pet pig Feebie. Personally he somewhat despised that pig after she nipped his arm to get his wrap once. Little piglet bitch.

"Who's texting you so early in the morning Louis?" Shit.

"Oh, um just my friend Liam I was telling you about." He felt bad about lying, he'd rather not do it to Mr. Styles but quite frankly, he figured it was better that way considering how jealous the man got. Especially when it came to girls. He got it, but that didn't mean he wanted to deal with it. No thanks. Louis would avoid pissing him off and take his orgasm right on time today.

"He doesn't know you're here, right?" Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He focused on putting eggs on his fork. "No, he thinks I went home."

"You know that nobody can know about us, right?" Louis just nodded then took a long sip of his hot tea, soothing his nerves. As soon as he set his cup down Mr. Styles' index finger was under Louis' chin, nudging him to look over. "Louis look at me," he quietly demanded.

Louis dared to meet his stern gaze. "It's very important that you understand nobody can become aware of this. I would lose my job."

'Us.' 'This.' So vague. It could mean anything really. Louis resisted the urge to ask Mr. Styles what exactly they were hiding. It probably wasn't a good idea to have a relationship discussion with your recently divorced Chemistry teacher you just met. Ever since he first kissed Mr. Styles all he wanted was more. And he wasn't about to screw that up. So he just said:

"Yes, daddy."

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Mr. Styles had a feeling Louis wasn't telling him the truth. But he wasn't one to demand he show him his phone. He liked ordering Louis around and dominating him in the bedroom, but that didn't mean he had no respect for him. So he decided to hope his words had registered with Louis that he best not play with fire. A random thought crossed his mind.

"Louis you're currently playing soccer right?"

Louis' eyes widened slightly. "Oh, fuck. Yeah I am." Well, that probably answered his next question.

"Have you been going to your practices?" He measured his words out carefully.

"Um, no. I kinda forgot? Shit Mr. Horan is gonna kill me." Louis nervously combed his hand through his fringe.

"What time are they usually?"

"4:15, um Monday, Wednesday and Friday I just... I've been distracted." His cheeks quickly reddened. He was so damn cute when he blushed, which was pretty often. Mr. Styles liked the effect he had on him.

"Wonder who's been doing that? You better start going again Louis. I don't want you throwing your life away. We'll still have plenty of time after school for... other things." He smirked at the thought.

"Wow you are literally my daddy." The boy started giggling, putting a hand over his mouth. Louis was so different from his ex-wife. Fun and bubbly. Didn't take himself very seriously. Yet he still knew when to be sincere.

"You've got that right," he said lowly. "Don't need you falling behind, do you have a soccerball in your car?" The boy got so excited his entire face lit up with a grin.

"Yeah I do! Are we gonna play soccer? Oh my god yes," he answered his own question and hopped off his stool, rushing outside. Mr. Styles just shook his head and laughed, cleaning the kitchen. He went and put on a fresh pair of gym shorts and a white tee, rolling up the sleeves a little.

He came downstairs to see Louis juggling the ball on his knee, bouncing it in the air. Impressive but he really didn't want all of his stuff broken.

"Louis," he warned. "Not in the house come on, let's go outside."

"Oh, sorry." He grabbed it midair and followed Mr. Styles through the back of the house and onto the deck, going down the stairs. Mr. Styles turned to see the boy looking all around him nervously.

As if reading his mind he assured him. "Louis we are literally in the middle of nowhere and there are at least ten acres of woods surrounding us. We're fine."

Louis looked relieved and smiled a little. "Oh, okay. Are we gonna play a game? You don't have a goal though how are we gonna do that?" He rambled excitedly and Mr. Styles had to laugh at him again.

"We can use those two bushes over there," he pointed to shrubs spaced several feet apart at the further edge of his yard. "And..." he paused. "Hold on." He grabbed two chairs off the deck and placed them all the way at the other end of the yard, spaced a couple feet apart.

"Okay that works!" Louis called out and dropped the ball. "How long are we playing for?"

"I don't know, you tell me you're the one on the team," he teased as he made his way back towards the boy.

"Um let's just go for an hour?" Louis suggested. Jesus christ what have I gotten myself into, the man thought. Sure he had played a couple of casual games before with friends in college. He went running every morning for a few miles (and lifted weights) but he had a feeling this boy was going to exhaust him from the way he was already dribbling it around him in a circle.

Without answering he took advantage of the boy looking down and rushed him, toeing it right out from between his feet.

"You're cheating!" Louis yelled and chased him down the yard. He caught up quickly and stole it back, turning to run back across the yard and laughing as he kept it in front of him. He wound up to kick it and it sailed perfectly right through the center of the chairs and down into the woods.

"Ugh." He heard the boy mutter as he ran after it, sliding over loose leaves on the embankment. He emerged soon after. "I don't wanna use this side that hill is too slippery. Besides I'm gonna be the one getting all the goals anyways," Louis sassed as he stood there, with his little sneakered foot perched on top of the ball and his hands on his hips.

Mr. Styles was about to say something bossy about not telling him what to do, or maybe remind him who his real daddy was, then changed his mind. He was afraid Louis was going to hurt himself chasing after the ball down the hill, images of Louis tugging his tie to bring him closer and making them fall, or laughing so hard in the shower he touched the wall and almost fell coming to mind. Yeah, they could switch sides.

"First of all, don't get sassy with me I've played before and you winning isn't a guarantee," he replied, his tone humorous. "But yes, come back here."

Louis backed up several feet, making the man wonder what he was doing, then ran at and chipped the ball high in the air, practically reaching the opposite end of the yard. He sprinted after it, a devilish grin on his face as he yelled, "Good luck!"

This was definitely a side of Louis he hadn't seen before, he knew what he was doing and had plenty of confidence in himself. The cool breeze that sifted through the trees made keeping up with this tirelessly energetic boy easier. Louis won as he figured he would pretty much by a landslide, despite the man getting a few good ones in. And besides, Mr. Styles was the one topping so Louis certainly had been living the easy life for the past week basically just looking and sounding pretty, tugging his hair, and sucking him off.

Louis raised his little fists in the air and cheered. "Yes! I win!" He pushed his sweaty fringe off his forehead, breathing hard to catch his breath as he bent over to stretch out his tired muscles, giving Mr. Styles very dirty thoughts.

He strode over to Louis as he straightened up, cupping his thighs and picking him up effortlessly. The surprised boy gasped, locking his legs around the man's waist, arms clasped behind his neck and clinging onto him. They locked eyes, Louis panting from having just run all the way down the yard, and probably for other reasons now too.

The man leaned in, giving Louis short kisses and licking his tongue, allowing him to catch his breath in pants between. He started walking across the yard and up the stairs. He wanted to see his sweaty boy writhing underneath him. And he wanted it right now.

Moving an arm under Louis to hold him up, he freed his other hand to open the door and enter the house. The boy was pressing himself up against his hips and groaning, already hard. So desperate for it already. He didn't even bother to go upstairs, instead just going into his livingroom. He layed Louis down on a thin blanket covering some of the dark leather of his couch. He went and cranked the air conditioning then came back to climb on top of the boy who was wriggling out of his boxers, clothes already on the floor.

"Eager are we?" The boy's flushed face just grew darker.

"I was hot."

"I bet you were." The man peeled off his sweat dampened clothes and climbed on top of him, lying down but holding some of his weight back, more aware of how fragile Louis really was. He pressed his lips to Louis' neck and started kissing him, taste of his salty, heated skin making him pull away and lick his lips. He started grinding down on Louis' hard cock making him cry out loudly.

"Oh daddy, it feels so good!" He allowed him to move freely, raising his hips up off the blanket every now and again for rough contact. Giving him one last kiss, he moved to sit up properly on the couch and Louis looked very confused.

"Aren't we gonna..."

Rather than responding he just pulled him up to straddle his lap, facing him. "We're going to try something new Louis. Do you wanna ride me?" The boy's eyes darkened from ice blue to slate grey. His desire so obvious.

"Yeah okay." They both leaned in at the same time and Louis opened his mouth, letting Mr. Styles kiss him deeply, running his tongue across Louis'. Louis was still a little awkward at kissing, so submissive and more responding than leading anything. But Mr. Styles liked that he got to be the one to show him how to do it just right.

He ran his hands up and down Louis' back, fingers becoming wet with the slight moisture. Louis' small fingers went up to rest on his upper chest, fanned wide and pressing in, as if he was massaging his muscles, leaving a pleasurable tingly feeling. He moaned appreciatively and rubbed himself against Louis.

Pushing gently against the boy's chest to break away after a few minutes, he put two fingers in front of the boy's mouth. "Get them nice and wet Louis so I can open you up." Louis parted his lips and he pushed them in. He loved doing this, watching his small, defined and pink lips close around them as he sucked. He took them out, murmuring, "Good boy."

He gripped one of Louis' curvy cheeks and slowly pushed just one finger in his entrance first, never looking away from Louis' face as he felt him automatically tense up and his breath hitched. He made soft hushing noises to the boy as he started moving his finger in and out of the tight space slowly. He became almost painfully hard just thinking about Louis riding his cock soon.

He added another and felt around for the bundle of nerves. When he found it the boy fell forward on his chest with a loud whine. He brushed his lips against the boy's ear, whispering, "Feel good, baby? Are you ready?" He wanted to make Louis say it.

"Yes, daddy, please fuck me, I'm ready!" He rushed out as Mr. Styles prodded at the nerves again.

He carefully withdrew his fingers and pointed to the nearby table. "Get the lube and condom out of the drawer."

"You keep lube... and a condom... in your living room?"

"I'm nothing if not prepared, Louis, never know when the mood will strike," he replied with a smirk.

Louis reached over to get it, handing them to the man. The boy raised himself up to kneel, allowing Mr. Styles room to roll the condom on and slick himself up. He tossed the things aside and put his hands on Louis' soft hips. "Go slow Louis."

He just nodded and lowered himself until he made contact. Mr. Styles didn't move, letting the boy take his time. As he entered him he leaned his head back against the couch and groaned. It always felt so amazing, such tight pressure around him. He looked up when he heard the boy let out quiet whimpers.

"Louis are you alright?" He asked gently.

The boy was biting his bottom lip, eyebrows drawn together. "It's harder to get inside... than usual."

"It's because you're on top." He caressed his hands over Louis' curves. "Keep going if you can. You'll adjust."

The boy started moving again until he was seated completely on him, and holy shit why hadn't they done it this way yet? Louis' soft ass pressed against him felt so good it was all he could do not to start thrusting roughly up into him.

He leaned forward and kissed up the top of Louis' shoulder to the crook of his neck and sucked on his hot, salty skin. He moved up and muttered, "Taste so good, baby, doing so good," encouraging Louis to start moving, and he did just that.

He rocked his hips forward slightly and moaned. Mr. Styles reached his jaw and gave him a little nip.

"Does it feel good yet?" Louis nodded, biting his lower lip and kept going. Mr. Styles held Louis' hips and let him set his own rhythm. Which wasn't steady or by any means graceful, but he looked so beautiful, serious set to his face and wanting to get it right. He leaned forward and his mouth fell open soundlessly. Mr. Styles pulled him until their chests were touching, his cock pressing further against the cause of that face.

"Right there Louis?" He loved asking obvious questions, making the boy say it.

"Ugh, yes please help me daddy, I need it harder!" Louis' voice higher than usual and whiny, sending a surge of pleasure through Mr. Styles. He started to thrust up into Louis making him cry out. Louis slid his hands up to hold onto his shoulders, squeezing hard. Well, as hard as a petite boy can, so actually not hurting at all.

After a few minutes Louis opened his eyes and looked at Mr. Styles who had been just drinking in how gorgeous the boy looked riding him. Louis looked pretty embarrassed, about something. "Whatever it is, just ask," the man prompted gently.

"Want you to..." he blushed, his skin that already shone with a light layer of sweat looked so delicate. Mr. Styles couldn't help but capture Louis' lips in his own and pull away.

"Just say it and it's yours."

The boy took one of the man's hands off his hips and placed it on his hard length, trying to ask silently. Mr. Styles knew what he wanted and just smirked. He'd make him say it next time. Louis would learn to be direct and say exactly what he needed.

He closed his hand around Louis' hard cock and started stroking him. Louis moaned and stopped moving, overcome with the good feeling. "Louis, focus," he commanded him. Louis started moving again, still holding onto Mr. Styles' shoulders, with the hand on his hip helping him.

"I'm gonna come!" Louis yelled and Mr. Styles stroked him faster.

"Who's gonna make you come?" He responded firmly.

"You, daddy you're gonna – " He didn't even get the whole sentence out before he moaned and squeezed himself tightly around Mr. Styles, coming into his hand. A couple more thrusts and Mr. Styles followed his orgasm. Louis climbed off quickly.

"Too intense I just needed..." he blushed. "Too full." The man smiled at him, how was he still so innocent? They cleaned up and took yet another shower, Mr. Styles relishing in taking care of him. Once dressed they came back downstairs and Louis scrolled through his phone. Mr. Styles placed a granola bar in his free hand.

"Have something to eat Louis."

"Oh, thanks."

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Louis ate his food while looking through the spamming his friends had done while he was away for the day.

Liam- Lexie I'm bored

Lexie– ask Louis his opinion on the use of stripes in a weekend casual look

Liam– he's already left he had an errand to do idk. Wanna hear a knock knock joke?

Liam– Lexie

Liam– Lexie answer me

Liam– goddamnit Lexie

Liam had done a pretty damn good job covering for him today. He decided to join the conversation, well it was pretty one sided. He wanted to hear Liam's probably stupid and dirty joke.

Louis– I'M HERE TELL ME I WANNA KNOW

Liam- OKAY KNOCK KNOCK

Louis– stop yelling who's there?

Liam– Anita

Louis– Anita who?

Liam- ANITA DICK HAHA

Louis- nice lmao

Lexie- oh. My. God. I'm gone for half an hour and come back to this?

Louis- knock knock Lexie

Lexie– go away or I'll let feebie out of her cage and sic her on you

Liam- ANSWER IT COME ON

Lexie- *sigh* who's there

Louis– Dewey

Lexie- Dewey who...

Louis– Dewey need a condom?

Liam– good one

Lexie– ..... why am I friends with you guys lmao im jk I'll see you tomorrow

Louis was engrossed in his phone, lips pursed to keep from cracking up, his food left forgotten on the counter. Mr. Styles pulled the phone out of his hand and set it down. "Do I need to tell you to focus again?" He teased him. "You're gonna need to leave soon."

"Oh, right." Louis crammed the rest of the granola bar in his mouth then went upstairs to grab his stuff. He turned around to see Mr. Styles coming in after him.

"I've got it." He took Louis' bag for him and led the way out to his car, putting it in the passenger seat and shutting the door. He gave Louis a chaste kiss and pulled back a little to whisper in his ear. "I've got a question for you Louis and I want your answer tomorrow after class."

"Okay."

"Do you have any fantasies?" He heard Louis' breath hitch and smiled. "See you tomorrow Louis. We'll make it happen."