Word Count: 4022

Edited

Summary: Louis catches his teacher riding a dildo on his desk after school one day, and then fucks him against that desk the next day

Warnings: teacher x student, top!Louis, bottom!Harry, sir kink, Harry likes being called a slut, slight spanking

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Louis cursed himself internally as he hurried down the empty, dark corridor of his school, his hands shoved into his pockets.

He had left his history book in the classroom, again, but needed it for an assignment that was due the next day.

He made it to his history classroom, noticing that the light was still on, indicating that his teacher, Mr. Styles, was still there.

He knocked twice, before opening the door, stopping in his tracks as he takes in the sight in front of him.

It feels as though the air around him thickened by 69%, and the air in his lungs was sucked out of his body, adding to the thickness in the air.

He looked over his teacher's sweaty, practically naked form, facing away from him on top of his desk.

The man, who always had a sharp, sleek suit on, every single day Louis saw him for that shitty boring hour and a half of history class, was now only left in his white collared button down shirt.

It was now drenched in sweat, sticking to his body and hugging it tightly.

His long, brown curls were bouncing around his head, stuck behind his shoulders, draping down his back.

His arm muscles were clenching and bulging, as he used them and his big, ring covered hands to hold himself up, his thighs spread and visible on either side of him for Louis to see.

And lastly, the man's ass, that was surprisingly big and round.

And was swallowing a huge dildo.

Louis stared silently at his teacher, who was emitting sounds that could put porn stars to shame.

He could feel his cock stiffening in his pants, taking in the sight of the usually stern and angry man, who yells at students for so much as coughing too loudly in his class and only allows them to call him 'sir.' He was now so fragile and submissive, fucking himself on a dildo on top of his own school desk, where he teaches kids ranging from 15-19 years old - Louis being at the end of that spectrum.

Fucking filthy.

It only makes Louis harder.

He might cum just from the sight.

He leaves the classroom quietly, without his textbook, and immediately goes to the nearest bathroom.

Which wasn't so near, as it turns out, since it had taken him seven minutes to find.

He wanks himself off in one of the stalls after making sure the restroom was empty, thinking about what the sight might have looked like if he had a front view of it.

He cums quickly, cum spraying into his hand and stomach.

Now he could say, for the first time in the four years of having Mr. Styles as a teacher, that he was excited for history class the next day.

-

"Listen up!" Harry roared, the whole class going quiet immediately, as they looked at the scary man who had just entered the classroom.

Louis kept his smirk hidden from behind his green Addis jumper sleeve that he had pulled over his hand.

"I want everyone's homework on my desk immediately!" Roared Harry.

Louis rolled his eyes discretely, but pulled his 'homework' out of his back, nonetheless.

As did the rest of the class.

Everyone began setting their papers on a neat stack on one of the corners of Harry's desk, and when it was Louis' turn to set the paper down, he looked over the surface of the desk, noticing how squeaky clean the surface looked.

Then, he looked at the clorox wipes that were still on Harry's desk, and then to the trashcan, which had the wipes and some tissues laying in them.

Mr. Styles hadn't even hidden the fucking evidence.

Louis smirked, returning to his desk.

He stayed standing in front of his desk, his chair right behind him, as he waited for Harry to call out the students' names.

All of his classmates stayed standing, too, waiting immediately for their name to be called so that they could sit down and begin the boring class.

The teacher started calling off names, after picking up the stack of papers, flipping through each one of them.

He got through five, before he threw one paper in the trashcan after crumpling it into a ball.

That indicated that there was no name on the paper where it was supposed to go.

Louis' name was called seventh, Mr. Styles pronouncing it as 'Lewis,' which always irked the boy.

But, he sat down in his seat without a word.

When Harry put the stack of papers back down, three student's remained standing, looking terrified and guilty.

One of them was next to Louis, and he stared up at her, amused.

Harry stood behind his desk, looking at all three student's angrily, huffing and puffing like the big bad fucking wolf.

"And where the bloody hell are your papers, hm?" He asked, daring the students to tell.

"This was an easy assignment. Now, who's name was not written on the page, Paige?" He asked, already looking at the girl next to Louis.

He saw her gulp, fidgeting with her hands, "I'm sorry, sir, I must have forgotten to put it on the front page. I think I put it on the-"

"Enough," Harry said, stopping her explanation.

She nodded silently.

"Sit down, now, and don't expect your pretty little B to stay long."

She nodded again, sitting down silently, her cheeks red and her head hung.

"You two," he said, looking from one side of the room to the other, at the two boys who were still standing.

"Where are your papers?"

No one said anything for a second, so Harry cupped a hand over his ear, "what was that? I couldn't quite catch it."

Now, he was just pissing Louis off.

Finally, the boy to Louis' left spoke up, "I didn't do the homework, sir, I-"

"And why is that, Charles? Please, do tell."

"I-I was going to, honestly! But I fell asleep and when I woke up, my paper was gone!"

Harry scoffed, smiling sarcastically, "The bloody paper flew away then! Is that what you're trying to say?" Harry let the rhetorical question linger for a moment, "Do you really think I'm stupid enough to believe that your paper 'ust disappeared?"

Then, he gave the student detention with Mrs. Cox, who was an old woman who smelled of sour milk and could barely hear anything.

Harry then turned to the last boy standing, and didn't even let him talk, before he assigned him detention with her, as well.

"Now, I expect our next homework assignment to go over smoothly. For class today, you all will be reading pages two hundred and fifty-four through two hundred and nintey-eight while I grade your papers. I do not want to hear anything from you unless it is completely necessary, understood?"

There was a chorus of 'yes sir's' as usual, and Louis groaned silently as he opened his book to page 254.

-

Harry sat down at his desk, sighing contently at the silence of his students, who were now all opening their textbooks and shuffling to the right page he had assigned them.

He picked up the stack of papers his students had just turned in, before picking up the very first one, reading over it carefully.

He went on doing that, grading each paper and becoming more and more frustrated with each terrible grade he marked on the page.

He got to the next student's paper, Louis.

Louis usually was decent at the homework assignments, and was always one of Harry's students to score higher than the majority of the class.

He began reading over the paper, frowning furiously as soon as he read the first line.

Mr. Styles, sir, I did not actually properly complete this ridiculously difficult homework assignment which you have given myself and my classmates.

Why, you may ask? Well, you see, I forgot to pack my textbook in my bag yesterday after class, since someone - *cough cough* you *cough cough* - thought it would be a good idea to keep us ten minutes after the bell had rang, hence leading to all of us rushing anxiously to pack our beautiful belongings back into our beautiful book bags so we could get to the next class that we had to be at ten minutes ago.

Now, I am a responsible man. Though, you wouldn't know because you don't have a heart. I didn't just decide, "fuck it, I don't have my book, I'm not doing my paper." No, I went back to your gloriously cold, snape like classroom to retrieve my book so I could successfully complete the assignment - that would have gotten an unreasonably low grade, any how.

But, the thing is, sir, when I got to your classroom, and when I knocked, before opening the door, I saw you in a compromising position on top of your desk.

Now, what I am is truthfull. So I will not lie to you. What I saw was fucking hot.

I never thought you to be the type of person to be such a cock slut, sir.

But, alas, life is full of surprises, ey?

I didn't want to disturb you, especially when you were enjoying yourself (as was I enjoying the view) so much.

So, I had no choice but to leave the classroom empty handed.

I did, however, have the best wank of my life because of what I saw.

So, thank you, Mr. Styles. Honestly.

I apologise sincerely for not being capable of completing this assignment that you have clearly worked hard on.

I hope you can forgive me,

Louis T.

Harry was blushing like a tomato.

He was so embarrased, more than he has ever been in his life.

His student had just admitted to having cought Harry riding a dildo yesterday.

And that same student was the person Harry was thinking about while riding said dildo.

And more over, said student had admitted to having wanked over the sight of Harry.

Harry suddenly felt hot.

He slipped the paper in one of his desk drawers, before swiftly moving on to the next paper.

He was too scared to look up, in fear of catching Louis' eyes.

He, instead, tried his best to focus on the rest of the papers, thinking about the words in the note Louis had written to him.

He couldn't help but feel dirty for getting a hard on during class, with all of his students in the room in front of him, but at the same time, thinking about the fact that Louis had seen him in that position only made him harder.

-

Louis closed his textbook once he had finished reading the trillion pages, as did a few other students.

Class would be over any minute now, so he took those precious, rare free minutes to stare at his teacher.

Harry was at his desk, still grading the last few papers, and he wondered if he had graded his own paper yet.

And if he did, how'd he react?

Louis was anxious to know.

Suddenly, Harry stood up, gaining the attention of his class.

"Pack your things, please," he started, in a commanding tone, "for your homework tonight, you are to write an essay of what you read today in class."

The class responded with a mumble of 'yes sir,' before they were packing their bags and standing, the bell ringing shortly after.

The students trickled out of the classroom, and Louis was fallowing after them, about to leave the room when Harry called out to him.

"Mr. Tomlinson, please stay behind."

He saw a few students glance at him mournfully, assuming he was about to get in a huge amount of trouble with the scary teacher.

Which he probably was, honestly.

Louis stood in front of Harry's desk, watching as the man held the door opened for the last few students who scurried out, before he shut and locked the door.

Oh?

He walked over to his desk now, before opening one of his drawers.

Louis watched in interest as his teacher pulled out his paper, setting it onto the desk in front of Louis.

"What the hell is this, Lewis?" Harry demanded, pointing a long gangly finger at the paper, a deathly glint in his eyes.

Louis stared down at his paper, which had not been graded yet, before replying, "That would be my homework, sir."

Harry's jaw clenched, "Yes, I can see that. But what you wrote in it-"

"Is all true, sir," Louis interrupted.

He watched in satisfaction as a slight blush spread across his teacher's face, and the authority he held slipping slightly behind his eyes.

Louis smirked, not being strong enough to keep it hidden away, only for himself to know about.

He cocked his head to the side, lifting an eyebrow, "Sir, like I said in the paper, I never thought you would be the type of person to take it up the arse."

He saw Harry gulp, which made him smile mischievously.

"Louis-"

"Oh!" Louis cut in again, tilting his head to the side and morphing his face to a look of mock surprise, "since when did you know my name, sir?"

He taunted the man, leaning forward on the desk so that his face was right in front of Harry's.

Harry looked nervous, his demeanor changing from dominant and in charge to submissive and pliant.

"You're just a little slut for it, aren't you, Mr. Styles? Hm? Like being pounded into? I bet you like it rough. Bet you like being manhandled, used by your partner for their pleasure."

Harry shivered, his eyes fluttering as he breathed out audibly through his mouth, the breath fanning out over Louis' face.

Louis walked around the desk, Harry watching him intently.

"Louis, stop. This isn't allowed. I will give you detention and a zero on your paper if you do not stop this nonsense at once!" Harry tried, he really did, to make his voice sound strong and authoritative, trying to get the control back, but Louis didn't.

Instead, he grabbed Harry's sleek black tie, shoving the man against his white board harshly.

Harry moaned loudly, only slightly surprising Louis, before clamping a hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide and his face red.

Louis smirked, "If you actually did want me to stop, then you wouldn't have locked the door, sweetheart. Now, tell me right at this moment to stop, and I will. I will leave right now, serve detention for however long, and get a zero on the assignment. Just tell me to stop and I will."

The room was filled with silence, the only noise being Harry letting his hand fall back down to his side.

So Louis surged forward, catching Harry's mouth in an aggressive kiss, twining his hand into the curly locks of his teacher, tugging on the roots.

Harry moaned from the harsh pulling, and Louis took the opportunity of Harry's open mouth to force his tongue inside.

Harry didn't move much at first, but soon started moving his mouth with Louis, tugging at his shirt desperately.

"Want my clothes off already, slut?" Louis taunted, after separating from Harry.

The name made the man moan.

Harry nodded shyly, though, tugging at Louis' shirt again.

Louis, instead, completely stripped Harry of his clothes.

He took the expensive looking suit off of Harry's tan, muscly tattoo filled body, setting the clothing on the floor, leaving the man naked and vulnerable.

"So pretty, doll. Why hide all these beautiful tattoos, huh?" Louis asked, standing right in front of Harry, trailing his hands down the man's arms and chest.

He loved the way Harry shivered under his touch.

"I-It would be unprofessional to show," Harry told Louis breathily.

"Shame," Louis muttered.

Then, he turned to Harry's desk, removing everything from the surface of it.

Next, he turned to Harry, noticing the man's hard prick that was red and leaking against his stomach.

He grabbed Harry by the hips, roughly pushing the man against his desk, bending him over it.

Harry moaned again, as Louis manhandled him.

Louis grew harder in his pants from hearing Harry moan.

"Like being pushed around like this, slut?" He asked gruffly, squeezing Harry's cheeks hard in his hands.

Harry whimpered, "I-I'm not a slut."

But he was grinding down on the desk, contradicting what he had just told Louis.

Louis slapped his right cheek, causing the man to squeak and lurch forward, before he moaned loudly, "You're my slut. Like getting spanked?"

Harry nodded his head pathetically, pushing his hips back, trying to get Louis to spank him again.

"Want another one?" Louis teased.

He ran his hand along the smooth skin of Harry's left arse cheek, before bringing his hand back, landing a hard spank to the skin, watching hungrily as the skin turned red.

"Louis," Harry wined, scarping his fingers against the dark wood of the desk.

"That's not my name, slut," Louis demanded, spanking Harry harder.

"Sir!" Moaned Harry, his head resting against the desk.

"That's it," Louis muttered, running his hands down Harry's back and sides.

"I'm only going to open you with one finger. You should be loose still from yesterday, right?"

He watched as a blush broke out on his teacher's face, before the man was nodding vigorously, pushing his hips toward Louis.

"So desperate. Such a dirty little slut for me."

Harry whimpered, grinding against the desk again.

"Uh, uh, uh," Louis scolded, holding up Harry's hips, "you aren't allowed to touch yourself, love, or rub yourself."

Harry whined, looking over his shoulder at Louis.

Louis ignored the look. Instead, he stuck one of his fingers into his mouth, coating it in spit.

He kneaded the skin of Harry's arse while he got his finger ready, making the man moan and writhe beneath him.

"Please!" Harry begged, pushing his arse toward Louis.

Louis took his finger out of his mouth, placing a wet kiss to each of Harry's cheeks, before slapping the right cheek hard.

"Please, what?" Louis teased, running his hand over the reddening skin.

"Sir - please, s-sir!" Harry corrected himself, whining pitifully.

Louis drove his finger into his teacher, causing the man to yell out a moan, arching his back and unintentionally thrusted backward, taking in more of Louis' finger.

Louis groaned, "feel good, baby?"

Harry nodded, the side of his face resting against the cool desk beneath him, his mouth open and his eyes screwed shut.

He had his pointer finger bent, the sides of it trapped between his front teeth as he breathed heavily.

Louis continued fucking Harry with one of his fingers, spitting on the hole so it was nice and wet.

The man was whining in a high pitched voice, which was a major contrast to the low, deep voice Louis was used to his teacher having.

"You ready, princess?" Louis asked, standing up, spanking Harry hard on his left cheek before he ground into his ass.

Harry nodded eagerly, "please, sir. I'm ready!"

Louis undressed quickly, lubing up his dick with his spit.

He grabbed the base of it, slapping it against Harry's hole a few times in a teasing way, before rubbing the head against Harry's hole, only hard enough to barely breach the rim.

"Please, Louis! Just fuck me already!" Harry begged, an actual tear drop falling from his eye.

"That's sir to you, slut," Louis said, before shoving half of his dick into Harry, the both of them moaning from the friction.

"P-Please, sir, I need you S-So bad, just fuck me, please, I'll be good, please, please please-"

Harry's desperate whining was cut off when Louis pulled out quickly, before his hips were snapping forward, pounding into Harry completely, making the man choke on moan.

Louis saw that Harry was trying to move his hips against the desk to get more friction, so he pushed one of his hands into Harry's back, the other one pushing on Harry's head so that the side of it was locked against the desk.

Harry gripped hard at the sides of his desk as Louis pounded into his prostate, his knuckles turning white from the grip.

The desk rocked in time with Louis' thrusts, the squeaking sounds mixing with Harry's moans.

"Gotta keep it down, slut, or someone's gonna find us."

Harry immediately put his finger between his teeth again, biting down hardly to try and stop the embarressing noises coming from his mouth.

Louis kept pounding into Harry relentlessly, causing the man to become almost breathless, in all the right ways.

"Sir!" Harry cried, "gonna cum soon!"

Harry's declaration made Louis' climax so much closer.

"Me too, princess," he grunted, "cum whenever you need too."

At the words of endearment, Harry was cumming on his desk, his body stilling and his mouth hanging open silently.

Harry clenched around Louis, which was the last straw before Louis was cumming inside of him.

He grabbed Harry's hips tight as he came, his eyes rolling back into his head.

As he came down, he released the tight grip on Harry, that would probably - hopefully - be leaving a bruise there, in the form of Louis' handprints.

He ran his hands soothingly over the skin they were just squeezing, and Harry whimpered quietly at the soft caresses from Louis.

"I didn't mean to cum inside of you, love." Louis whispered, draping his body over Harry so his mouth was right as his ear, "Was gonna ask if I could or not, but I had no time to ask because of how good you were for me."

He kissed along Harry's sweaty neck, nibbling softly at the skin as he pulled out slowly and carefully.

"I'm clean, though, I promise you that," he joked, causing a breathy chuckle from Harry, a dazed, blissed out and shy smile adoring the man's usually terrifying face.

He looked like a teddy bear.

"When was the last time you got laid, Harry?" Louis asked, helping the man sit up straight.

Harry blushed deep red at that, ducking his head shyly.

"It's been a few years, actually. I divorced my ex wife four years ago, and the last time I was ever with someone else - sexually, I mean - was probably three and a half years ago."

Louis looked stunned.

And it all made sense.

"Is that why you're such a scary son of a bitch, Mr. Styles? Because you were sexually frustrated?"

Harry's blush increases, causing Louis to chuckle lightly, before taking the man's chn between his finger and thumb, causing Harry to look at him.

They kiss again, but this time, a weird feeling flutters through both of them.

After Louis pulls away, he gestures for Harry to get dressed again, since the man was still stark naked in the cold classroom.

Louis only needs to tuck himself in and zip up his jeans, watching as Harry dresses himself again.

"You gonna be a lot nicer tomorrow, than, sir?" Louis questions, smirking playfully at Harry, who blushes yet again.

"Piss off," Harry chuckles.

But he nods his head, nonetheless, hesitantly pulling in Louis for a hug.

It slightly shocks Louis, but he hugs the man back quickly.

"Thank you, Louis, I really needed that," Harry starts, "but I really don't want this to be a one time thing."

Louis puts his head in the crook of Harry's neck, "me neither, love. Will you go on a date with me?"

He knows they shouldn't, since Harry is his teacher, but they just somehow clicked in the time of them being together in the classroom alone, during their intimate time.

Louis feels Harry's grin on his shoulder, before his sweet voice is saying, "I'd love to go on a date with you, Lou."