Zianourry Smut (louis centric)

Extra Credit

prequel to Bachelor Party

A/N: my supposedly harry!top fluffy larry oneshot became a 5k+ OT5 smut with too many kinks, i'm so sorry my anon. and fvck there's already a sequel brewing in my mind, what the hell is wrong with me.

summary: when the golden boy of the most prestigious private school in London asked for an extra credit, you just couldn't say no.
warning: EVERYTHING. just read at your own risk. louis!bottom

pairing: ZIANOURRY

(Ok I got this from tumblr. so no this is not original. so please don't message that crap. whale, back to the story! enjoy! ^.~ )

"Please sir." Louis begged as he was standing in the middle of the faculty room.

"I don't actually give extra credit to my students Mr. Tomlinson."

Louis Tomlinson was an exceptionally bright and talented student; he passes all of his subjects with flying colours as he also plays the role of captain in their school's football team. He is quiet the talk among both students and faculty as they wondered how he could manage both an academic and athletic scholarship. And it wasn't even that Louis was financial unstable, he's studying in one of the most exclusive private schools across London for Christ's sake, it's just he doesn't return to his parents the extra money that was supposed to go his tuition fee. His parents knew nothing about him being a scholar; he kept it under the radar for too long.

For one thing, he uses all this extra money to donate in an orphanage he had once visited downtown. It was something that his parents disapprove of, telling him something in the lines of 'bruising their pride' or something which he totally does not understand.
As the student body phrases it, Louis Tomlinson was perfect. He was sought out by both male and female population, seeing as his relationship status is currently open. Even some of the teachers were actually pinning after him, not that he knows any of this.
"Please sir, I need it or else I'll lose my scholarship."

Well, everything was good and dandy except when this infernal subject called statistics came into the curriculum. Louis just couldn't understand anything of it, no matter of many extra time and effort he puts just to study the damn subject. There was just so many numbers! And one wrong computation would mess up the whole equation. And he was clumsy with numbers.
To make matters worse, just this afternoon, Mr. Styles, his Statistics teacher, just handed them back one of their most crucial exams for this term and he barely scrapped a 'D' out of it. He nearly had a heart attack; he may lose his privileges because of one fucking subject and he can't have that. The standards of the academic scholarship in their school is so ridiculously high that only few could keep up, and he wasn't one on backing down without doing everything in his willpower.

"Sir, I'll do absolutely anything. Anything you want really, I just needed my grades up." He pleaded.

"Anything?" The teacher's eyes suddenly quirked up, and finally looking at the lad in front of him wearing the school's prestigious uniform and glasses pushed up on his face making him look like a diligent little student but also so fucking sexy.

"Anything." Louis responded with much determination.

Harry eyed his student from the tip of his feathery caramel locks to his new polished black leather shoes; this was just an opportunity too good to miss and he was going to have some fun.

"Then strip." He replied not missing a beat, leaning back against his chair, arms crossed, and a smirk on his lips.

"W-What?" Louis stuttered, were his ears deceiving him?

"You heard me, I said strip." Okay, so maybe Harry wasn't sure if Louis would do it. But nothing ventured nothing gained right?

Louis suddenly he realized that all eyes were on them, and the worse thing is, all of them were his current educators. There was Mr. Malik, his Literature teacher, looking at them with a sparkle on his brown eyes, and also a knowing smirk on his face. On his left side was his History teacher, Mr. Payne, who just froze like him as he was about to take sip of his coffee, unbelieving that this was actually happening inside the teacher's lounge. And of course his Irish Science teacher who was smiling so wide as if Christmas came early.