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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Niall_Horan/Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne/Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Niall
      Horan/Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne, Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Niall_Horan, Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne, Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      Niall-centric, Double_Penetration, Teacher-Student_Relationship,
      bottom!Niall, blowjob, Dirty_Talk, cockslut!Niall, Comeplay,
      Masturbation, Loss_of_Virginity, Fingering, Rough_Sex, Face-Fucking, Size
      Kink, oversensitivity, Underage!Niall, Comeslut!Niall, Riding,
      Powerbottom!Niall
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-24 Words: 3564
****** At The Same Time ******
by shipfiction
Summary
     Niall is 15 and the rest of the boys are 24-29, and they are also
     Niall's teachers. Niall takes two cocks at the same time, and comes
     three times, completely untouched.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Zayn looks up from all of the paperwork on his desk, just in time to see Niall
walk in, all low cut clothing, bright smiles, and youthful skin. Zayn takes a
deep breath as he watches Niall cast a glance in his direction, flashing a
sinful smirk as he takes his seat in the front row. Zayn tears his eyes away
from the blonde before making his way around to the front of his wooden desk to
lean against it, patiently waiting for the tardy bell to ring and for all of
his students to settle down. A few minutes later, it does, and Zayn begins his
lesson.
“Hello, everyone. I trust you all had a good winter break?” Zayn asks, smiling
his usual warm smile as he pushes himself off of his desk to stand closer to
his students. “Does anyone want to share what they did?” A few hands raise,
mostly the kids who always raise their hands, except this time, Niall raises
his hand too. Zayn really knows he shouldn’t call on the boy, but he does, even
though he knows what Niall is about to say will be completely filthy. “Niall?”
“Well, Mr. Malik, I spent every day and every night sprawled out on my bed with
my hand wrapped around my cock while I got myself off to thoughts of you.”
There are scattered gasps around the room, along with muffled laughter from a
pair of girls in the corner, but he ignores it all as he focuses on Niall.
“M-Mr. Horan, please, that’s very inappropriate. Watch your tongue.” Zayn
chastises, furrowing his eyebrows and crossing his arms, trying his hardest to
look appalled.
“Or what, will you punish me?” Zayn tries not to roll his eyes at Niall’s
cliché attempt at dirty talk before sighing and walking towards Niall’s desk,
lowering his head to look Niall right in his big blue eyes.
“Stop. I will have none of this. You’re practically harassing me. Detention, at
lunch.” Zayn says before stepping away and spinning around to walk towards the
whiteboard, trying his hardest to ignore the simultaneous wolf whistles
erupting around the room.
* * *
Harry walks into Zayn’s designated classroom, cheeks flushed, a frustrated
groan slipping from his lips as he drops himself on a random desk in the front
row. Zayn takes another bite of his sandwich before looking up at Harry, and
Louis stops reading his magazine to do the same. Before either man can ask
what’s got him so flustered, Liam walks into the room and plops down in the
desk next to Harry, completely oblivious to Harry’s mood.
“Uh, what’s wrong, Harry?” Zayn asks, setting down his sandwich to give Harry
his full attention. Harry only whines, his green eyes slipping shut. Louis
rolls his eyes and flips the page of his magazine before going back to reading.
Liam leans over Harry’s figure; worry instantly taking over his friendly
features. “Harry?”
“It’s that fucking kid.” Harry moans, opening his eyes to focus on Zayn.
“Niall. He’s driving me crazy. I asked everyone what they did over break, and
he told me he fucked himself to thoughts of me and Louis taking him at the same
time.” Harry slips his hand beneath the ivory colored desk to adjust himself in
his boxers. “I’m going to hell, but I’ve never been this horny for someone in
my life.”
“You’re no better than me.” Louis supplies, closing his magazine before tossing
it on Zayn’s desk. “I’ve wanted to bend him over and fuck him into my desk
since the year’s beginning.”
“Thanks, Lou.” Harry says, looking over at the 26-year-old man before flashing
him a quick smile, dimples showing.
“I asked the class the same question.” Zayn says, getting up and walking around
his desk before leaning on it next to Louis. Liam gets up from the chair he was
sitting on, only to walk over and sit on Zayn’s desk. “He said he was getting
off to thoughts of me. I’m supposed to be having a detention for the fucker
now.”
“I didn’t even ask the class, but he told me he couldn’t stop thinking about
sucking me off and swallowing all I’ve got to give him.” Liam mumbles before
adjusting himself in his pants too.
“I want nothing more than a quick wank.” Harry sighs, and all of the other men
second him, agreeing with moans and grunts. Harry gets up and sits on the desk
next to Liam’s, not even bothering to hide the way he’s palming himself through
his trousers.
“Harry, what are you doing?” Louis asks, fighting the urge to slip his own hand
in his boxers.
“Need to come.” Harry replies, looking down at his crotch before unbuttoning
his pants and shoving them down mid-thigh. Harry slides his hand in between
fabric and skin, taking himself in his hand and giving himself a few sharp tugs
before letting go and raising his hand to his lips. The curly-haired man licks
his palm before wrapping his hand back around his cock and setting a steady
rhythm. “Fuck, yeah,”
“To hell with it.” Zayn mumbles, shrugging before looking at Liam, who looks
extremely conflicted, and Louis, who looks extremely turned on. Zayn shoves his
pants down, not even bothering to unbutton them before he shoves his hand in
his boxers and starts to jerk off. It isn’t long before Louis and Liam give in
as well; making the four men create a sort of wank circle. Harry’s moans get
louder and Louis’ head tips back, his hand working quickly over his aching
dick. Liam is whining Niall’s name as he teases himself, his hand ghosting over
his dick, and Zayn is close, too close to finishing. None of the teachers hear
the classroom door open; none of them see Niall walk inside before looking up
at the sight in front of him.
“Oh my god.” Niall whispers, feeling his cock instantly harden. This is his
fantasy; this is all he’s been able to think about. It’s actually happening
right in front of him. Niall is barely able to contain a whimper when he hears
Mr. Malik moan his name. The 15-year-old’s eyes scan across the room to Mr.
Styles, who’s eyes are already on him, and that’s all it takes for Niall to
come in his trousers, completely untouched. Unfortunately, he doesn’t do it
quietly, and every pair of eyes (except for Harry’s, he was already watching
Niall) snaps to the blonde. “I-I just, I’m supposed to be d-doing detention?”
Niall mumbles, a fierce blush taking over his cheeks.
“You know this is your fault, right?” Harry says, slowing his movements as his
eyes rake over every inch of the teenager standing before him. “You’re the
reason we’re doing this. I’m so goddamn horny because of you and your dirty
mouth. What do you even know about fucking, blondie?”
“Nothing, sir.” Niall replies, instinctively taking a step towards the 24-year-
old professor. Mr. Payne’s voice stops him in his tracks and makes him direct
his attention to his left.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Liam asks, biting his lip and tilting his head
to the side. Yes, every person in that room knows what they’re doing is wrong,
so wrong, yet none of them can even think about caring.
“Yes, sir.” Niall replies, looking at Liam with innocent eyes.
“Never even had your own fingers in your pretty little ass?” Zayn asks, making
Niall whirl around to face him. Another fierce blush comes upon Niall’s pale
cheeks, making Harry chuckle from the other side of the room.
“Of course you have, you virgin slut.” Harry says, tightening his grip on his
cock.
“I bet you’re so fucking tight.” Louis breathes. “We can help you out with your
purity, you know.”
“Who do you want, Niall?” Zayn asks, and Niall really can’t believe this is
actually happening right now. His teachers are actually offering to fuck him,
and shit, Niall’s going to come in his pants again. Louis pushes himself off of
Zayn’s desk and walks towards Niall, taking Niall’s face in the hand that isn’t
working his dick.
“Come on, Niall, it isn’t that hard. Who do you want, and where? We’re here to
give you what you want, you just have to ask for it.” Niall looks into Mr.
Tomlinson’s warm eyes and finds his confidence again, reaching down between
their bodies to take Louis’ hand away from his cock and take it into his own
hand. Mr. Tomlinson gasps, his eyes slipping closed for a moment, and his grip
on Niall’s face softening.
“I want you in my mouth, Mr. Tomlinson. I want you and Mr. Styles in my fucking
mouth.” Niall says, leaning his head forward to ghost the words over Louis’
lips. Harry’s by their sides in an instant, latching his lips to Niall’s neck,
sucking harsh love bites into the skin there. Liam and Zayn make brief eye
contact before moving away from the desks and walking over to Niall.
“What about us, Niall?” Liam asks, watching Harry lick a stripe up the blonde’s
jugular.
“I want you and Mr. Malik in me, I want you both to fuck me.”
“Who do you want to go first?”
“I want you both at the same time.” Niall says, and then suddenly four pairs of
hands are all over him, taking off his shirt, his pants, his boxers. Niall
moves his feet to toe off his black converse, but Zayn stops him.
“Leave them on.” Niall smiles and nods, and then the heat of Harry and Louis
are gone, the two men walking over to the side of the classroom where there’s a
bit more space.
“Have him on all fours.” Harry says, looking at Niall’s body. “One of you lies
under him, one of you takes him from behind. Me and Lou will fuck his face from
the other side, yeah?” Niall feels a bolt of excitement erupt from his stomach
and he practically skips over to where Harry and Louis stand before dropping to
his knees in front of the men. Niall opens his mouth and looks up at Louis,
eager to taste him. Louis gives Niall exactly what he wants, sliding his hard
on past Niall’s plump red lips while Zayn and Liam get in position. Liam easily
lifts Niall up and off of the ground before resting him on his thighs. Niall
pulls off of Louis’ cock with an obscene ‘pop’, lurching forward and barely
catching himself by putting one of his hands on either side of Liam’s head.
“Shit, I don’t have any lube.” Zayn says, looking up from where he was kneeling
behind Niall. Louis drops down to his knees by the right side of Niall’s head,
and Harry does the same by Niall’s left. Anyone could walk in on this, but that
only turned Niall on even more.
“I have some in my trouser pocket.” Niall offers, glancing behind him. Zayn
moves away without a word to search Niall’s pockets, grinning when he finds a
tiny bottle of lubricant.
“You carry this around with you?” Zayn asks, and Niall shrugs, looking down at
Liam. Liam looks right back up at Niall before smiling. Above him, Harry and
Louis are ‘helping each other out’, having gotten way too impatient to wait for
Niall. They’re completely distracted by each other, their hands on the other’s
dick, jerking them closer and closer to a messy finish. Niall looks up at his
teachers and grins, moaning when he finally feels Zayn’s finger probe at his
hole gently.
“Just do it, don’t be gentle. Want you both in me.” Zayn merely glances up at
the back of Niall’s head before shrugging and pulling his finger out and
sliding two in. Niall gasps and arches his back, trying to push back on Zayn’s
fingers. Zayn begins to finger fuck Niall, adding an extra finger when he
necessary, crooking them when he needs to. Niall stares at Harry and Louis and
whines, hating the way his mouth feels so empty. Harry pulls away from Louis’
lips and looks down at Niall.
“Fuck his face, Harry.” Louis looks away from Harry and looks down at Niall as
well, smiling at how helpless the boy looks. Zayn’s up to four fingers now, and
Niall’s moans are getting louder and louder. Liam grips the blonde’s hips as he
rocks back and forth against Zayn’s digits, trying not to get impatient.
“A-Alright, I’m ready! Just do it, fuck me, Mr. Malik.” Zayn groans and pulls
his fingers out before blindly searching for the bottle of lube to coat his
cock. Harry takes a hold of his own and places his other hand behind Niall’s
head, tangling his fingers in Niall’s shaggy hair. Harry makes Niall look up at
him, and Niall leans forward to kiss the head of Harry’s dick. Liam admires the
way Niall’s cheeks are so pink, the way his skin is so red and hot, the way
he’s panting, the way his pupils are so dilated. The teen is practically
fucking himself on empty air, the way he’s wriggling around.
“He’s so desperate.” Harry mumbles, moving the hand that was on the back of
Niall’s head to rest on Niall’s jaw, stroking Niall’s cheek with his large
thumb. Niall fucking loves how big Harry’s hands are, how big his cock is, how
long his torso is.
“Y-You’re so big, Mr. Styles. All of you won’t fit in my mouth.” Niall
whimpers, making Harry smile down at Niall, his dimples fully showing
themselves. From behind him, Zayn pushes the head of his cock into Niall’s ass,
and Niall gasps again, his mouth falling open and his eyes fluttering shut for
just a moment as Zayn begins to plunge in. Niall never breaks eye contact with
Harry as he bites his lip and hisses, rocking his hips side to side once Zayn’s
fully seated inside him. The room goes completely for a silent as Niall leans
forward and puts his lips around Harry’s erection, lifting one of his hands to
wrap around Louis’ thick cock.
“Oh, fuck.” Zayn moans. “He’s so tight.” Niall grunts around Harry as he sinks
his head lower and lower, only stopping when his nose brushes against the
smooth skin of Harry’s stomach. Harry groans, loud and primal, his mouth wide
open while Niall holds himself there as long as he can before pulling off with
a loud gasp. Zayn begins to fuck Niall, slow and hard, making the boy’s body
lurch forward with every thrust.
“What about M-Mr. Payne?” Niall asks, looking down at his Math teacher with a
cute grin. Liam bites his lip, looking right back up at Niall. Zayn doesn’t say
anything, just tosses the lube over Niall’s body, aiming for the space near
Liam’s head.
“This won’t work.” Zayn says, pulling out of Niall before picking the blonde up
and gently setting to the side. Niall’s cock twitches with the thought that he
really won’t get used to how easily these men are able to manhandle him, and he
doesn’t even bother to suppress a groan. “Sit up, Liam, and come here.” Zayn
says, stretching out his legs. Liam obliges, sitting up before scooting closer
to Zayn. “Put your legs on the outside of my hips.” Liam does, and Zayn puts
his legs over Liam’s before moving even closer, almost like he’s wrapping his
legs around Liam’s waist. Liam and Zayn’s dicks brush together as they make
brief eye contact. “Niall.” Zayn says without looking away from Liam.
“Yes?”
“Come here, sit on my cock. Face Liam.” Niall does, standing up before walking
over to them and stepping over their intertwined bodies. Niall gets down on his
knees before placing one hand on each of Liam’s broad shoulders and lowering
himself back onto Zayn’s dick. Zayn easily slides in, and Liam moves even
closer to their two bodies. By this point, Harry and Louis know they aren’t
going to get much from Niall, so Louis looks over at Harry and smiles before
dropping down to his knees. Niall begins to rock back and forth as Liam leans
back, looking for the discarded bottle of lube. Liam finds it and begins to
prep himself, opening the bottle before pouring a generous amount over himself.
“Alright, baby, lift yourself up a little, alright?” Liam mumbles, and of
course, Niall does, raising himself up to the tip of Zayn’s dick. Liam moves
forward just a bit more, pressing the head of his cock very slowly into Niall’s
hole alongside Zayn’s erection. Niall moans, really fucking loud, his grip on
Liam’s shoulder’s tightening before Niall moves his hands to the back of Liam’s
head to scratch at the nape of his neck. The burn of the stretch is almost too
much, but it still feels so good, so good that Niall is really close to coming
for the second time, still untouched.
“Shit!” Niall gasps, throwing his head back as he lowers himself down on the
two cocks, the stretch getting bigger and bigger until Zayn and Liam are both
fully seated inside the 15-year-old. Niall comes to a stop as Harry thrusts
into Louis’ mouth one last time across the room before shooting his load down
the older man’s throat, and Zayn and Liam begin to pepper kisses all over the
front and back of Niall’s torso. Both Niall and Harry take a moment to catch
their breath before Harry drops to his knees in front of Louis, and Niall tilts
his head forward, looking Liam directly in his eyes before he raises himself up
just a little bit before slamming down.
“O-Oh, oh, Niall!” Zayn moans at the feeling, the tight heat of Niall and the
extra friction of Liam’s cock pressed up against his own. Niall fucks himself
on his teacher’s dicks, fucks himself through his second orgasm that leaves him
screaming and trembling in Liam’s arms. Zayn places his hands on Niall’s hips,
helping to guide him up and down. Louis looks up from where he was fisting
Harry’s hair and fucking his face at Niall and sees, really sees how much of a
little cockslut Niall is. Louis’ eyes flicker down to Niall’s dick, which is
already rock hard again, flushed and heavy, and he decides that Niall is an
insatiable little cock whore. Not that Louis minds. Zayn and Liam are both
messily thrusting up into Niall’s body, each man close to his own release.
“I’m going to come again!” Niall declares, his voice wobbling and breaking over
his words as both Liam and Zayn fuck him. He knows that the two high school
teachers are really close to finishing, and he would be lying if he said he
didn’t want them to “finish” on him. Niall knows that Liam and Zayn will fill
him up just the way he likes, but he also likes the way come feels on his skin,
it makes him feel like he did a good job. But, he’s at school, and it’s still
lunchtime. He can’t have come caught in his hair, it’s too risky.
“Oh my god.” Louis mumbles, tilting his head back, tangling his fingers in
Harry’s curls harder.
“I’m really close,” Zayn moans, gripping Niall’s hips tighter, his thrusts
becoming more uneven and sporadic. Niall groans Zayn’s name, his first name,
and it sends the older man into his release. Zayn continues to fuck Niall
through his orgasm, filling Niall up as best as he can. Niall leans back
against Zayn’s chest, feeling the way he’s trembling, his heart beating hard
enough to be felt throughout his entire torso. Zayn moves his hands up to wrap
around Niall’s waist as Zayn slowly pulls out.
“Oh, fuck,” Niall whispers, already knowing that he won’t be able to walk
properly for the next week. Niall doesn’t bother moving off of Zayn when Liam
gets on his knees and lifts him up a little bit to get a better angle as he
chases his own release. Niall is close too, his stomach tightening and his hole
clenching around Liam’s cock. Louis’s hits the wall behind him, thrusting into
Harry’s mouth as he comes. Harry doesn’t budge from where his nose is brushing
up against Louis’ stomach, just taking everything Louis has to give. Louis
finishes, the spasms in his body slowing down to a stop.
“Shit, Niall, you’re so tight, even after two cocks fucking you, you’re so
tight,” Liam says, pounding into Niall slow, but hard. Liam grunts as a warning
before he comes into Niall, his spunk mixing with Zayn’s. Niall throws his head
back onto Zayn’s shoulder as he comes too, his own load shooting out of his
dick and landing on his pale stomach, again, untouched. Liam continues to fuck
Niall through his aftershocks, even though he’s sensitive, only pulling out
when Niall’s screams of pleasure turn into whimpers of discomfort. The room
goes silent for a moment before Niall laughs, beautiful and loud.
“Did that just happen?” Niall laughs harder; burying his face into Zayn’s neck,
even though the position he’s in is really awkward. It takes a moment, but soon
all five of the boys are laughing and helping each other get their clothes on,
then they’re laughing at the way Niall’s limping when he walks. “We’ll have to
do that again sometime.”
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