Title: A New Project
Pairing: Louis Tomlinson x Zayn Malik
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Smut, Gay Smut, Top!Louis, Bottom!Zayn, Light Sub/Dom, Daddy kink, Spanking, Highschool AU!, Teacher!Louis, Student!Zayn, Dirty talk.
Summary: Louis has a new project for Zayn...and not for art class.
Word Count: 1,567
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Title: A New Project
Pairing: Louis Tomlinson x Zayn Malik
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Smut, Gay Smut, Top!Louis, Bottom!Zayn, Light Sub/Dom, Daddy kink, Spanking, Highschool AU!, Teacher!Louis, Student!Zayn, Dirty talk.
Summary: Louis has a new project for Zayn...and not for art class.
Word Count: 1,567
Zayn continued to doodle on the back of his test, once again done before the period. Zayn was what his mother called smart and his friends called annoying. He was in advanced everything and he never really studied. His eidetic memory made it easy on him. He was also good at art, and ever since his growth spurt in grade nine, no one had really bullied him.
However, being smart did not make it any less boring when his tests were over. He had to sit quietly, watching the clock tick and willing the lunch bell to ring.
When it did, he bolted for the door after his teacher, Mr. Tomlinson, called his last name,
"MALIK."
Zayn jumped up, tossing his test haphazardly on the stack. Mr. Tomlinson continued,
"Malik, I expect you in my office during PE today. It's for a new project."
Zayn smirked. Mr. Tomlinson was in charge of the art department, everyone knew that. Zayn was painting the doors around the school for him, full of fun cartoon figures and stories that reflect the classes taught within.
However, during year 11, Mr. Tomlinson had begun a code. Zayn had been experimental, and Mr. Tomlinson had found him jerking off moaning his name. Mr. Tomlinson had taught him new things...non-art related. So, "the project" meant he needed another door done, and "new project" meant he expected him in his office, naked and on his knees under his desk when he got there a half hour after the end of last period. Louis was letting him out of PE so he could...prep himself.
Zayn did not disappoint, going into Mr. Tomlinson's office and closing all the windows, locking them and shutting the blinds. He stripped his cloths, folding them by his backpack before crawling under the desk.
Mr. Tomlinson came in five minutes later, not acknowledging Zayn, but sitting at his desk and beginning to grade some papers for the grade eights. Zayn, knowing the rules, ignores his growing member and moving to un-zipper Mr. Tomlinson's zipper on his straight cut chinos.
He pulls Mr. Tomlinson's rock hard member out of his pants, suspecting he's had it since last period, anticipating Zayn's touch. Mr. Tomlinson's seven inch, thick length throbs in his hands. Zayn begins to pump, wanting to make Mr. Tomlinson feel good, and knowing his blow jobs are not spectacular, the rules state he's to pump him until Mr. Tomlinson feels like he's cumming, when he'll tell Zayn what to do next.
Zayn pumps hard and fast, his grip hot and tight, swiping his thumb over the tip. After Louis is done with the tests he finally allows himself to let out a low groan, pushing his chair back and stopping Zayn's hand. Louis growls,
"Out from under the desk."
Zayn obliges, staking on front of Louis, leaning back against the desk, smirking.
"New project?"
Louis snorts and nods, "A project where I hope you're been stretching yourself like I told you too."
Zayn's breath hitches, Louis had never been able to get his member inside him, Zayn was too tight. So far all they'd done was two fingers inside Zayn and a very thin vibrator. However, Zayn had enjoyed both immensely.
He had, indeed, been stretching himself out every night. Laying on his bed with the bottle of lube, imagining Mr. Tomlinson whispering dirty things in his ear as he fucked into him with his amazing, long fingers.
Zayn was snapped back into reality when Louis locked the door. As soon as doors locked, he could call his teacher by his first name, something he relished for it's implied connection.
Louis walked back over to him, shedding his pants and smirking, looking down at Zayn's proud member, already at seven inches at the tender age of 17. Zayn blushed, suddenly utterly aware of every small movement and exchange. He wants Louis's mouth of his neck, ear, stomach, cock...
Zayn groans out loud, lost in thought. Louis's smile grows into a tantalizing smirk.
"See something you like, Zayn?"
Zayn nods feverishly, speaking in a rough, low voice, still too young to control himself fully,
"Please, fuck me. Fuck me deep nd hard. Make me remember, feel it in your class in two days. Do it over and over. Please."
Louis smiles and pops the cap on the lube, turning Zayn around and trailing kisses down his back, before spreading his cheeks and gasping.
"You prepared yourself? You've been doing as I asked, Zayn?" Louis commands an answer with an authoritative voice. Zayn nods feverishly.
"Y-yes. Yessss so much!"
Louis smiles at Zayn's answer, smacking his ass cheeks just hard enough to make Zayn groan and jump. Zayn loved spanking, and Louis was always pleased to oblige.
Louis lubes up three fingers before returning to behind Zayn. He inserts one finger, receiving no resistance. He cocks an eyebrow,
"We are a whore for me, huh? How often do you do this, Zayn? When did you last finger your dirty ass?"
Zayn half moans and half whimpers, "After lunch, after cleaning myself out in the bathroom. I couldn't help myself, I knew you wanted me ready and it was so hot and so close that I was late for my next class."
Louis slaps Zayn's ass before slowly working a second finger in. He hears Zayn hiss and freezes once his fingers are pressed deeply into Zayn, who is gripping at the sides of the desk, eyes squeezed shut in discomfort and the slight stretching pain, his breath coming in ragged pants. Louis gently massages his ass,
"You okay, baby? Need me to slow down?"
Zayn shakes his head slowly, "J-just...move but slow...yeah?"
Louis rubs his lower back, cooing, "Of course Baby, just relax for me. Breath in and out and relax. Gonna make it feel good."
Louis slowly begins pulling his fingers out to the tip and pushing them back in to the knuckle. He repeats the process until Zayn is gripping the desk for another reason, beginning to curl his fingers once they're deep inside, causing Zayn to gasp breathily in pleasure. Louis rubs his lower back,
"Come on baby, arch your back more. Shoe me that gorgeous hole. That's it. Almost there, just one more finger. Just relax."
Zayn is in so much pleasure that the burning pain from the last finger barely phases him. When Louis curls the three fingers into his spot, he moans out loud,
"Looooouuuuiieeeeeeee," Zayn begins pushing back a little bit, trying to gain friction for his cock, "Fuck me. Please. Need you."
Louis doesn't need to hear the hot, naked boy on his desk tell him twice. Louis lubes up and rolls on a condom expertly before lifting Zayn and laying him on the desk.
"Wanna see your face. Hold the backs of your knees love, so your hole is nice and visible for me...there you go, good boy. Relax, gonna take care of you."
Louis gently pulls Zayn closer to the edge, pushing his tip into Zayn, who gasps and arches his back, moaning loudly. Louis stops, holding Zayn in place and rubbing the backs of his thighs while he waits. Zayn finally lays his head back and gives a small nod,
"O-okay. Move."
Louis pushes in slowly but steadily until his thick member is all the way inside Zayn. Zayn looks down at his body in awe as he waits for the pain to subside, holding his now shaking legs as tears stream down his face. He was certain Louis was too thick to fit, but there he was, deep inside him. Louis cuts off his thoughts, brushing his tears away with his thumb and kissing him passionately. Zayn finally pulls back, panting,
"Yeah. Yeah, go."
Louis pulls back and pushes in again, angling three thrusts before finding the spot that makes Zayn's eyes flutter closed as he lets out a sharp,
"FUCK!"
Louis smiles and hits the spot again. Zayn moans his name in a chant with each thrust, as if just his name is going to bring him there. Zayn moans out in desperation,
"Touch me! Please!"
Louis strokes Zayn's leg before cooing softly, kissing behind his knee, "Alright, I've got you Love. Breath."
Louis begins pumping Zayn with his thrusts, going faster until he's close to pistoning, but holding back so as not to hurt him. Louis grunts out,
"Close."
Zayn moans, "Already r-ready!"
Zayn cums on his chest, clenching around Louis hard as he moans his name. Louis can't stand how hot Zayn looks, pushing deep inside his clenching hole and releasing his load. Louis pulls out as gently as he can, Zayn still lets out a gasp and a whimper. Louis kisses him deeply as he tightens some again before straightening and throwing out the condom.
Zayn sits up, wincing. Louis chuckles, coming over and whipping the cum off Zayn's chest first with his tongue, then with tissue. He kisses Zayn again so Zayn can taste himself, groaning hotly into the kiss. Louis pulls back smiling,
"Easy there, porn star."
Zayn smiles and groans, standing only to feel the ache in his legs and behind, "Not even close."
Louis kisses his cheek, "Close enough for me. Now, get dressed, I'll drive you home."
