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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Lydia_Martin, Lydia_Martin/Jordan_Parrish
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Lydia_Martin, Jordan_Parrish
  Additional Tags:
      Exhibitionism, Outdoor_Sex, Rope_Bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-04 Words: 1733
****** Teaching A Lesson ******
by KinkyFox
Summary
     Prompt: I wonder if you could write a Derek/Lydia one where Derek
     roughly fucks Lydia in public and people approach them and have a
     touch or a squeeze or a slap here and there? Like they do it for the
     whole day and by the end Lydia's crying from the overstimulation and
     the humiliation but it's so good and she's begging for Derek to stop
     and keep going at the same time.
Derek glared as he watched Lydia being all over Aiden. The newly-turned Omega
flirting with the Banshee, acting like he'd never killed anyone, that he'd
never been responsible for the death of Derek's pack members - it made him
sick, and made him feel nothing but rage every time he looked at Lydia. The
twins were bad news, and yet she still seemed attracted to them. Attracted to
the danger, to not knowing what could happen next. Though she'd never admit it,
Derek could see it. See how she liked people watching them together, would make
out with him when she knew there were eyes on them, showing off her
relationship every chance she got.
She was an exhibitionist. And if that was what Lydia liked, then Derek would
show her just how bad he himself could be. And hopefully, at the same, use her
to the point that Aiden would never want to go anywhere near her.
Pulling up at her house one morning, Derek knocked, grabbing her arm as she
answered the door.
"Derek, what the hell are you doing?!" She snapped, pulling her arm away.
"Get in the car. Now. We're going somewhere." He explained, his voice hollow,
and though Lydia questioned what Derek was doing, she followed, regardless, not
seeing him as a threat.
Soon, they pulled up on the edge of the woods. A busy road on the edge of town,
where most traffic coming to and from Beacon Hills had to pass. Lydia raised
her eyebrows, and folded her arms.
"Now are you going to tell me what you want?"
"What I want, Lydia, is you, and what you're going to want? Is me. Over and
over again."
"Excuse me?!" Lydia snapped, but Derek didn't answer, grabbing her and holding
her against a tree, binding her body tightly. Her feet just about touched the
ground, but her arms were bound to her sides, and she struggled. "What the
fuck, Derek?! Are you possessed again?!"
"You're trying to tell me you don't like bad boys like Aiden? That you don't
like people watching you?" Derek leant into her, slipping a finger into her
pussy, and smirked. "You're already getting wet from this. Being tied up.
Helpless. Everyone being able to see you."
"Derek..."
"You can't even deny it." Derek removed his fingers, holding them in front of
Lydia's face, letting her see how soaked they were. "You're wet and ready for
me already." Lydia looked away, gasping as Derek pushed his pants off, stepping
out of them, and shoved his cock into her pussy. Lydia wanted her arms to be
free, both to strangle Derek, and pull him closer, but she couldn't deny the
pleasure that was coarsing through her. She thought Derek was hot, sure, but it
was never someone she'd considered making moves on, thinking they'd fail - she
was quickly regretting not trying sooner.
"Harder, Derek, Har--" Lydia paused as a car horn honked, her eyes shooting
open to see a truck driver leaning out the window, applauding.
"Good show, slut!" He heckled, Lydia's cheeks burning bright red, but the
attention sent heat through her body, directly to her pussy, pushing her closer
to her orgasm. Derek chuckled into her throat, sucking on it.
"You like those pervs watching, don't you?"
"Fuck you." Spat Lydia, her orgasm so close that her legs were shaking. "I...
don't, I just..."
"Cum." Derek whispered into her ear, watching as Lydia's body tensed up, and
she bit her lip hard, trying to resist from crying out from the pleasure. Derek
grunted, not having reached his climax yet, but he kept moving in her, his
hands holding onto her hips.
"You've... proved your point... Just stop now." Lydia panted, her sensitive
clit still pulsing, even as she was worked up to another orgasm. Drivers
continued to slow down as they past the two of them, some stopping altogether
for a few minutes, and one or two cheering as Derek grunted, coming inside of
Lydia. But still, he didn't pull out, and didn't answer her.
"Derek..." Lydia groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"You're enjoying this, I can tell." Panted Derek, not prepared to finish any
time soon. He heard footsteps approaching them, crunching through the fallen
leaves and twigs, before a man stopped next to the pair of them.
"We couldn't help but see..." He began, looking between the two. "And I was
just wondering... how much to... have some fun?"
"Do whatever you want to her. She'll let you do it for free." Derek said,
before Lydia had a chance to interrupt, keeping his thrusts going, Lydia
screaming into her second orgasm.
Hesitant at first, the man reached out to run a hand down her chest and across
her stomach, watching the redhead shudder under his touch. Growing more
confident, he began slapping her ass, Derek moving his hands away to give the
man a better aim.
"Derek..." Lydia groaned, feeling light-headed as she felt Derek come inside
her again being sure to fill her completely. Cum began to leak down her legs,
and the man stroked the skin, collecting the cum up on his finger, and pressing
the digit into Lydia's mouth, watching as she closed her eyes and sucked,
moaning softly, her sounds getting more urgent as she hit another climax, her
body unsure of just how many more she could take.
Soon, the man grew bored, and left Derek and Lydia to it. Derek kissed Lydia's
roughly, continuing his thrusts into her, tears streaming down Lydia's face.
"Derek please... I can't..."
"Werewolf stamina will keep me going for a few hours yet, Lydia... You want me
to stop?"
"I-I don't know..." She sobbed, looking him in the eyes. She was so sensitive,
trying to stop herself from coming with every thrust, but at the same time, it
felt wonderful. Being so full, being so used... There was something liberating
in it. "D-don't... don't stop..." She watched as a car pulled over, a couple
getting out, and the husband explained he wanted to see his wife play with
Lydia while he masturbated, and Derek nodded, allowing it.
The woman kissed Lydia, before beginning to move her lips down her body,
ghosting over her nipples before she moved further down, reaching her pussy
where Derek was still thrusting. He slowed down to let the woman's tongue
explore, eventually sucking softly on Lydia's clit, who cried out from the
sensitivity, coming into the woman's mouth, before she pulled away and the
thrusts continued.
"Hold still, slut..." The man said, aiming his erection at Lydia's body,
spraying cum all over her. After that, he zipped his pants back up, and he and
his wife left, with no other word.
"You like being used, Lydia? As just some stranger's cum dump?" Growled Derek,
rubbing the cum into her body.
"Y-yes... I liked it..." She admitted, just wanting Derek to keep thrusting
into her. She couldn't be sure how many hours they'd been doing this, but she
was unsure of how much more her body could take.
Hearing some sirens a few minutes later, Lydia panicked as a police car pulled
up, Deputy Parrish climbing out, and looking at them, frowning, before he
approached the pair.
"We've had reports of indecent behavior... I'm going to assume it was the two
of you. Car pile-ups as well. I'm going to have to ask you to stop, or I'll
have to take you down to the station."
"N-no... We're sorry! Please don't arrest me!" Lydia panicked, trying to
struggle against the binds, but Derek carried on.
"We'll stop, I promise. But perhaps you'd like to try her out for yourself?"
Derek looked at Parrish, seeing how his eyes roamed over Lydia's body.
"That would... be... improper of me."
"Please..." Lydia moaned suddenly, her body tensing as she hit another orgasm.
Parrish glanced around, seeing no cars were currently on the road, and quickly
nodded.
Derek released the binds from around the tree, lying Lydia on the ground
slowly, knowing her legs wouldn't allow her to move herself. He pressed his
body back over hers, thrusting into her more intently from this new angle, and
glanced over to see Parrish pulling his cock from his pants, rubbing the head
of it over Lydia's mouth, who soon opened wide to take it, Parrish thrusting as
Lydia was too tired to.
"She likes being used... Being on display..." Derek explained, coming himself
once more. He was starting to tire himself, so he could only imagine how Lydia
felt. To her credit, she was at least still conscious, and Derek thrusted
slowly, watching as Parrish grunted, pulling out of her mouth, spraying his cum
all over her. It was a large load, Derek wondering if it'd been a while since
he'd been with a woman, but he stayed silent, watching as Lydia writhed on the
ground, her eyes half closed. Awkwardly, Parrish quickly redressed himself,
reminded them they needed to leave soon, and left.
"Derek... Keep... going, please, I need... more." Lydia panted, her eyes
unfocused, fixated on the pleasure.
"Just a little longer, slut. Don't want you passing out on me." He felt Lydia
tightening around him, screaming out another orgasm, one that was so intense it
forced his last out of him, and at last, he slumped across Lydia's body,
panting hard.
Withdrawing from inside her, Derek could see how her hole gaped open, red and
sore from the constant assault, her arms and legs shaking, and Derek knew she'd
be unable to walk by herself.
"Didn't think you'd stop. Didn't... want you to stop." Lydia admitted, her eyes
closed. "I shouldn't have liked that so much."
"It's okay to let go. To give in to what you want." Derek shrugged, scooping
her up in his arms, carrying her to the car. He'd considered tying her up and
leaving her there over night, just to see what would happen, but that wasn't
what Lydia needed right now. "And you were very, very good for me, Lydia, I'm
sorry I had to do it, but you had to learn. Now I'm gonna get you a hot bath,
some takeout, then let you nap. Okay?"
Lydia was like a ragdoll in Derek's arms, but she nodded, and he pressed a kiss
to her cheek. Once she recovered, maybe they could plan for this to be a
regular thing.
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nd piss his teacher off. Tears continued to stream down
his face as he continued to work the man, praying that the ending would come
soon.
“Fuck, I’m so close. So close, Liam,” Zayn moaned, gripping Liam’s hair harder
than he had before and spilling out into the young boy’s mouth moments later.
Liam choked, not liking the feeling in his mouth at all. Zayn pulled out soon
after and Liam thought it was finally over and went to spit the contents in his
mouth out. Unfortunately, Zayn squeezed his jaw shut, refusing Liam to do so.
“Swallow it.”
Liam shook his head quickly and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to
concentrate on what was in his mouth. It was no use. The hot, sticky liquid
threatened to fall back into his throat and he wanted nothing more than to open
his mouth and spit it out. But Zayn wasn’t going to allow that.
“I fucking said swallow it or else.”
Liam had no choice as he prepared himself and swallowed every bit of it. The
feeling of disgust rose as it tricked down his throat. He whimpered under
Zayn’s grasp, alerting his teacher that he had done as he was told.
“Such a good boy, Liam. No wonder I’ve had my eye on you since day one. I was
waiting for the right moment to have you so desperate that you’d give me the
opportunity to have some fun with you.”
He finally released Liam from his grasp and the younger boy scrambled
backwards, fear completely consuming him as he tried to get far away from Zayn
as possible. He coward in fear as he stared the man in the eyes, seeing a hint
that gave him the idea that this wasn’t over after all. That this man wanted
more. It also gave him this idea when he began to walk towards him again.
“No!” Liam screamed as he jumped to his feet and bolted for the door, wanting
to get out of there as fast as he could. He shook the knob furiously, trying to
get it open before he was caught again. But he was unable to get the lock
undone quick enough as he felt Zayn grab him from behind and pull him back.
“Let me go! Let me go right now!”
“We’re not done here.”
Liam sobbed as Zayn tossed him back towards the desk. He took his arm and
swiped all the papers and everything onto the floor, giving them full access to
the desk. He lifted the young boy up and pushed him against the wood.
What more could he possibly want? Liam didn’t even want to think about it. He
had an idea and the thought absolutely frightened him. This man was going to
take his innocence. He was going to take his virginity and there was nothing he
could do about it. He couldn’t stop him. He couldn’t scream loud enough for
help. He couldn’t do anything.
“Stop it! What do you want from me?!”
Zayn smiled as he grabbed his belt from earlier and forced Liam’s hands
together before tying them to the drawer, giving him no way to push him away.
“I’m going to give you a present for being such a good boy back there.” Liam
thrashed against the belt, trying to escape, but it was useless. He wasn’t
going anywhere.
“I don’t want a present from you! Just let me go and I swear I won’t tell
anyone!”
“That’s not how I play, Liam. You see, you give me something I want and I
return the favorite.” Zayn reached down and slowly began to palm Liam’s crotch
through his pants. The boy cringed at first before he relaxed at the feeling.
For some reason, his body was completely betraying him as the feeling from
Zayn’s touch was sending his body soaring. He could feel his cock getting
slightly harder from the brief contact and tried to fight any good thoughts he
had about it. But all those feelings suddenly vanished when the man quickly
undid the boy’s jeans and tugged them down slowly. “You’re gonna like my
present if you enjoyed that, Liam.”
“Please stop! I’m begging you!” Liam cried as his jeans were pushed to his
ankles. He quickly glanced at Zayn as the man chuckled, staring down at his
obvious bulge in his boxers. He wanted to cry even harder in shame as he saw he
was completely hard and his cock was practically begging to be touched. He knew
this wasn’t what he wanted, but it was like his cock had a mind of his own and
was telling him that he did want it.
“If you just wanted me to touch you, Liam, you should have asked.” Zayn leaned
down and pressed his lips against his erection through the fabric, causing Liam
to tremble against the desk in pleasure. It felt so good, yet so wrong. “Gonna
make you feel so good, baby.”
Liam could already feel his cock pulsing as Zayn wrapped his mouth around it
through his boxers, just teasing him completely and making him even more hard
and needy. He hated how badly this was torturing him and he wished so much that
the man would just stop so he wouldn’t have these conflicted and unusual
feelings.
Zayn worked his mouth a bit longer before he figured Liam was nice and tense.
He looked over at the boy who was lying still, his eyes closed and his lips
trembling. He looked, once again, so desperate. Yet, this time he looked
desperate to be touched. And that was exactly what Zayn was going to do for
him. He chuckled under his breath as he took the elastic of the boy’s boxers
with one finger, pulling it back before letting it pop back against Liam’s
skin. The boy whimpered in surprise, not expecting it at all and not liking it.
He let his hand find its place back against Liam as he, once again, palmed him
slowly.
“Such a good boy, Liam. You like this, don’t you? You don’t have to be so
ashamed. Just tell me what you want.” Zayn pressed his hand down against him,
groping his cock through the fabric, just to tease him a bit longer. He watched
the boy squirm, obviously enjoying it.
“Please–” Liam croaked as he squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to look his
teacher in the eyes out of guilt. He wasn’t sure at this point which he was
begging for: to be let go or to be touched. He wasn’t sure he wanted to find
out either.
“Please what, Liam? Do you want to be touched? What do you want?”
The boy didn’t answer, obviously too embarrassed to. He had no idea what he was
saying, or why he was saying it. It wasn’t like he wanted this at all; hell he
had just been forced into sucking off his teacher. So how could he possibly
want this?
But for some reason…the way Zayn’s hands felt on his body made it feel right.
It was like he knew exactly what to do to make Liam fall to shame. And fall to
shame, he did. He was losing this battle, he was sure of it. He knew he wasn’t
going to be able to hold out much longer and it scared him.
“Answer me!” Zayn yelled as he squeezed Liam through the boxers. Liam cried out
in pain, shaking his head with tears in his eyes. “Zayn squeezed tighter as he
raised his voice louder. “Tell me to touch you or else!”
“T-Touch me!” Liam choked out and that was all Zayn needed. Zayn ripped Liam’s
boxers down and took his fully erect cock in his hand. Liam squirmed against
the touch before Zayn’s hand began to move in strides up and down his length,
no sign of slowing down in the cards.
Liam wanted to cry from how good it felt and how he hated it so much. He knew
how wrong this was and his body was betraying him so badly. He wanted nothing
more for it to be over so he could forget how his teacher had violated him and
made him feel like he wanted it. But, at the same time, he was enjoying being
touched so much at that moment that he didn’t want to it to end just yet.
Zayn tugged on his own cock, feeling himself completely hard as he ran his hand
along Liam’s length, flicking his wrist on pace with his own jerking movements.
He was completely turned on by the boy on his desk that he wanted so much more
from him. He had all along. It had only been two months since he walked into
his classroom for the first time, and ever since then he had dreamt and planned
for this moment. He planned for so much more. He wanted to know what the young
boy felt like inside. He wanted to feel how tight he was on his own cock and
there was only one way to find that out.
“Gonne see how you feel on the inside, baby.” Zayn let go of Liam’s cock,
letting it fall back onto his stomach, as Liam’s eyes shot open and he stared
at his teacher in fear.
“What?! N-No! No, you can’t! I’ve never–”
Zayn’s eyes lit up as he stared at the young boy. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you,
Liam?”
Tears fell from Liam’s eyes against as he looked away, his cheeks burning from
the embarrassment. He never wanted his teacher to know these things about him;
he didn’t want anyone to know. And yet it was happening. His teacher knew he
was a virgin and by the look on his face he was going to use that.
“I’ll treat you well, sweet boy. You don’t have to be afraid.” Zayn dropped his
fingers down towards Liam’s bum, moving his cheeks aside and fingering over his
hole, rubbing circles around it. Liam bit his lip to keep himself from moaning,
but the sensation was causing his cock to swell again. “It’s a shame that we
have no lube here. Sorry, but it’s gonna be a bit painful. We’ll open you up a
bit, though.”
Liam opened his mouth to reply, maybe to beg him to just stop and end this, but
the only thing that came out of his mouth was a scream as Zayn pushed his
finger into the boy’s tight hole without a warning. Liam sobbed as his teacher
moved his finger within him. The feeling was odd and he didn’t like it at all.
The dry friction was maddening and he tried to use all he had to push his
fingers out of him. It was no use.
A loud cry came from him after a minute of Liam opening him with one finger
when he added a second one, stretching him out. He begged for him to stop,
crying that it hurt too much and he couldn’t take it. But Zayn just shushed
him, covering his mouth with his free hand as he slipped a third one in there
after another minute.
“God, Liam,” Zayn moaned, moving his fingers within him. “You’re so tight. So
fucking tight. Gonna be so good on my cock.” Zayn licked his lips as he
stretched him out a little more before pulling his fingers out. He stared down
at the boy’s open hole, smirking as he bent down a little. “I can only imagine
how you taste.” His tongue stuck out towards the boy’s hole and right across
the rim, coaxing a moan from the young boy as he arched his back.
Zayn started out with kitten licks, letting his tongue swirl over the sensitive
rim and teasing his student as much as he could. Liam let out a desperate sob,
his cock leaking precum now and begging for a release. Being licked there felt
so weird and yet it felt so good. And he wanted it to stop so he wouldn’t be so
ashamed. The man finally breached Liam with his tongue, pushing past the tight
muscles and working him again, this time with his tongue. He moaned as he
pumped his tongue into the boy, which only made Liam tense around him.
“Please,” Liam sobbed, his cock screaming to be touched so he could come. He
was so close and he knew that if Zayn continue that the shame may permanently
burn him. But that didn’t stop Zayn as he pulled his tongue from the boy and
smirked, staring down and chuckling at how desperate he was. “Please, I’m
begging. I need to…I-I really need to…”
Liam looked so close and Zayn didn’t like that. “Well I might as well help you.
I want to taste you, baby. I want you in my mouth before we have some real
fun.” He took Liam’s cock, causing Liam to moan even at the little touch. He
moved his head closer, sticking his tongue out again stand licking up the
entire length of his cock. Once he reached the top, he wrapped his lips around
the head. He teased his tongue across the slit, only driving Liam crazier. He
knew he was getting so close. “I’m really gonna.” Liam wasn’t sure if he was
warning him or if he was begging for this to stop, but he did know that it was
going to happen.
Zayn sucked on the head of his cock for only a moment before he move his head
down, taking Liam all the way back and focusing on breathing through his nose.
He could only assume that the man had done this often as it wasn’t too hard for
him to take his full length, unlike himself earlier. Things only got worse for
Liam as Zayn worked his muscles around him, trying to pull his orgasm from him
as he deep throated the young boy.
It worked because moments later Liam cried loudly as it was pulled from him and
he shot his load down his teacher’s throat, shame being clear in his moans.
Zayn took it all and swallowed every bit of it, enjoying it as the boy dropped
his shoulders down and practically collapsed against the desk. Zayn swirled his
tongue once around the boy’s cock, giving him one last suck before pulling his
mouth off and smiling widely.
“You’re so weak, Liam,” Zayn chuckled as he ran his hand through the boy’s
hair. Liam didn’t give much of a fight, being extremely exhausted after that.
“So weak, yet so pretty. Yeah, I chose a really good boy.”
“Please…” Tears fell from Liam’s eyes once again as he pleaded for this to
finally be over. He didn’t want Zayn to fuck him; he didn’t want it at all.
Zayn opened his mouth, ready to tell him that they were just beginning, but was
interrupted by the sound of his phone alarm ringing.
“Well, I guess we’ve run out of time, Liam. Such a shame. I would have loved to
feel how tight you were on my cock this time.” Zayn pulled away from the boy
and pulled his boxers and pants back up, buttoning himself. “I guess it’ll just
have to wait until next time.”
“Next time?!” Liam panicked as he pulled against the belt that was keeping him
tied to the desk still. “There is no next time! You said if I did this then you
would pass me!” Liam shook his head quickly, wanting to end this once and for
all.
Zayn shrugged his shoulders. “I changed my mind, sweet boy. Don’t look so
disappointed. I do it all the time. I just had too much fun with you this time
that I decided to extend our new deal.” Zayn leaned against the boy’s body,
slipping his hand under Liam’s shirt and squeezing his hardened nipple. The boy
winced, not expecting it. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun getting to
know each other over the next nine months.”
Liam sobbed, struggling to get away from him. This couldn’t be happening. It
was only supposed to be a one-time thing. He was forced into doing something he
didn’t want, and now he was being told that this wasn’t the end of it? No. He
wasn’t having any of that. This man couldn’t get away with that. This was not
happening.
“Please…Please, I’m begging you. I’ll tell. I swear I’ll tell someone what
you’ve done and what you plan on doing,” Liam threatened, but that only seemed
to make Zayn extremely angry. He squeezed the nub harder as Liam groaned in
pain.
“You won’t tell anyone, Liam. You don’t want to not graduate, do you?” Zayn
continued to pinch him under the shirt. “Nobody would believe you anyway, boy.
Word around the teacher’s lounge is that you’re a slut, Liam. A little slut
that has tried to seduce his teachers’ before.”
“No! I never done that! You’re wrong!”
“I mean, of course I’m the one who started that rumor. I had to get them to
believe me just in case you would threaten something stupid like that.” Liam
finally let go of his nipple, trailing his fingers back down his body. “So you
won’t tell anyone, Liam. If you do, I’ll make sure you never see graduation.
Hell, I’ll make it seem like you’re the one who came onto me.”
Liam sobbed, feeling so empty. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.
His reputation had been ruined and now he had no escape from this. Nobody would
believe him. They really wouldn’t. So what was he supposed to do? He had no
choice but to give in.
“Fine. I-I’ll do whatever you want.” The words didn’t even sound like his own.
“You’re going to be such a fun, little cockslut, Payne. We’re going to be
working very close together. You know what I want to do?” Zayn reached forward
to untie Liam from the desk finally. “You’re going to tell everyone you know
that I’m tutoring you to help raise your grade. You’re going to tell them that
you need a lot of tutoring and that we’ll be working very late into the night
sometimes.”
Liam just nodded in agreement, not fighting back as the tears fell down his
face.
“I’ll see you tomorrow after school, Liam. It’ll be our first studying session.
So be sure to be prepared and ready for me.” Zayn pulled the belt loose and
released Liam. He pushed himself off of the boy and left him there as he
straightened himself up and grabbed his item to leave for his meeting.
Liam just laid there completely still, feeling so violated and not wanting to
move at all. This was really happening. And he had no choice.
“Oh, Liam.” Zayn turned to face him once more as he reached the door. “You were
so tensed this time. Relax some next time, okay? It’ll make it way more
enjoyable.” Zayn grinned as he left the room without another word, shutting the
door behind him.
Liam stared at the ceiling, going everything that just happened in his head. He
could still sense Zayn’s touch over his body, and he wasn’t sure if that was a
good or bad thing. He made him feel so good that it almost seemed right, but at
the same time this was his teacher and he had completely violated him in more
ways than one.
And it was going to keep happening. This was going to keep happening until Zayn
got bored with him. He had no way to stop it.
Liam pulled his knees to his chest and sobbed silently. How could this happen?
All he wanted was some extra credit to help boost his grade. He didn’t want
this. He didn’t want this to happen, but it did. And now he had no choice but
to play by his teacher’s rules.
Chapter End Notes
     Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue.
***** REUNION *****
Chapter Summary
     Liam returns to school following what had happened and finds himself
     having conflicting feelings.
Chapter Notes
     SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG BUT I PROMISE I'LL START UPDATING THIS MORE
     OFTEN.
“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun getting to know each other over the
next nine months.”
Liam wanted to puke. The thought of going back to that school and having to do
all that over and over again with his teacher made his skin crawl. He couldn’t
count how many times he showered after everything, trying to rid himself of the
memories that happened after school that day. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t
forget. No, the memories were burned into his mind and he was sure that they
always would be.
Zayn Malik was a monster.
Liam wanted to take back everything he ever thought about him; how he seemed
like a good guy and how handsome he was. He wanted to take them back, because
the man didn’t deserve to have those things thought of him ever again. Not
after what he did to Liam. He deserved to be locked away.
But both Liam and Zayn knew that was never going to happen.
Zayn was clever, too clever. He had planned what they were going to do for
quite a while that he took the time to smear his name in wrongful ways all over
the school. It was clear to Liam now why the teachers always looked so
disgusted and so disappointed in him. It was all because Zayn tarnished his
name. And now if he wanted to spill the beans about how Zayn took advantage of
him, he wouldn’t be able to.
Nobody would believe him.
And nobody would save him.
Liam managed to convince his parents that he had a stomach bug all week and was
able to stay home from school so he wouldn’t have to see or face Zayn at all.
Zayn.
Every time Liam thought about him he would feel so disgusted with how his
teacher had treated him. Weren’t teachers supposed to be there to protect their
students and keep them safe from terrible people? Liam just couldn’t wrap his
mind around what this man was doing to him and what he planned on doing to him.
He never felt so dirty in his life.
And not only was he disgusted with what his teacher had done, but he was also
disgusted with himself. The way Zayn touched him made him feel so good that he
was completely ashamed of himself for getting off by it. He begged to be
touched. He wanted to be touched. And he didn’t know why. He didn’t know why
this man had such a hold over him.
He just wanted to forget.
But he knew that was impossible, because as he stepped through the halls and
headed down towards his last class of the day, he knew who would be there and
he knew what would happen once class was dismissed and they were all alone.
Hell, it was probably the first time Liam prayed the school wouldn’t end for
the day so that he wouldn’t have to be with him.
He felt woozy as he slowly made his way down towards the room, his body swaying
back and forth and his head spinning with many different thoughts. He wanted to
run and just never show up, but he knew he couldn’t afford to miss any more
classes or else he really wouldn’t be able to graduate on time and may be
forced into spending another year with Mr. Malik.
He leaned against the wall outside the classroom and held his hand to his
chest, taking deep breaths to try and calm down. There was no room for a panic
attack in the middle of the class. People would notice and that would only make
Zayn angrier and probably do something even worse to Liam. He could do this. He
could make it through this for the next nine months. He had to.
Except that still didn’t make any of it right and it definitely didn’t make him
feel any better about what his teacher was doing to him. It would never be
right, despite what good and pleasurable feelings may come out of it.
As the warning bell rung, Liam took one last breath before exhaling and walking
into the classroom. And, much to his surprise, Mr. Malik wasn’t there at his
desk, awaiting the moment Liam would return to school. Instead, it was a
younger man who was going over a piece of paper behind the desk. His brown
locks fell over his green eyes and Liam had never been so relieved to see
another human being in his life.
“Liam!” He turned around and found a familiar face sitting in their normal
seats near the back of the class. He quickly moved over there and took his
usual seat next to Louis. “It’s about time you came back to school! I haven’t
seen you in days!” Louis complained as he stretched out over his desk, yawning
loudly.
“Sorry, Lou. I was…sick.” Liam hated lying to his best friend, but what was he
supposed to say? He knew that if Louis found out about what happened then he
would run straight to Zayn and try to beat the shit out of him. And if Zayn
found out then Liam’s chances of graduating would fly right out the window.
And, worse, Louis might get himself involved in something Liam wouldn’t wish on
his worst enemy.
“Well, thank God you’re back. Mr. Malik has been in a really bad mood this week
and I was getting incredibly bored with his angry rambling about shit I don’t
give a damn about. I’d rather flick paper footballs at you.”
Liam tensed in his chair. So Zayn had noticed that he was absent. That meant he
would be even angrier the next time Liam would see him. He just prayed that
that time would come a lot later and he wouldn’t have to see him for quite a
while.
“Where is Mr. Malik, by the way?” Liam didn’t want to bring it up, but he
needed to know if he was going to be free today or not. He was really hoping
for the not part. He just wanted class to be over so he could get the hell out
of there as fast as he could. That could work, right? If they had a substitute
then maybe Zayn wouldn’t be coming for him after all.
“Eh, he’s in a meeting. Can’t say I’m disappointed, because Mr. Styles is
taking over the class today.” Louis glanced in the man’s direction, smiling and
licking his lips like he was ready to pounce any second. “He sure is something
else. What I would give to have him jump my bones.”
“Don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that,” Liam warned, not really meaning to,
but the words just slipping right out of his mouth. He really didn’t want to
hear about inappropriate student–teacher relationships; whether they were real
or just fantasies. Louis didn’t need to get involved in the same way he did.
Louis gave him a weird look, not understanding his sudden outburst. “Geez,
what’s got you so tensed, Payno? I’m just saying that Mr. Styles is really
fit.” Louis shrugged his shoulders. “Is it because you don’t want to hear about
all my gayness since you’re so ‘straight’, Liam.”
Straight. Liam had considered himself straight for as long as he could
remember. But after finding pleasure in how Zayn had touched him, he couldn’t
help but wonder if he was wrong all this time. Could he really be gay after
all? Or was it just the way that Zayn touched him?
“It’s not that,” Liam sighed as he laid his head on his desk. “Sorry, I’m just
having a bad…Well, a bad year.”
Louis gave him a pat on the shoulder, trying to make him feel better. “Did you
talk to Mr. Malik about extra credit? I really don’t want to graduate without
you, buddy.” He smiled and Liam couldn’t help but cringe.
“Yeah, I talked to him.” He really didn’t want to think about how the only way
he was going to get that extra credit was by allowing Zayn to violate him and
use his body however he wished. “Mr. Malik is going to tutor me and help me get
my grade up.” He used the word ‘tutor’ very lightly, because he knew there
would be less studying and more touching.
“Good! You get on his good side, because I want to see you in that cap and gown
at the end of the year!”
Liam didn’t get the chance to reply as Mr. Styles started the class. He
introduced himself to everyone who wasn’t familiar with him and explained how
he didn’t have a class this period and was helping Mr. Malik out while he was
in a meeting. Liam couldn’t help but feel less relieved at the fact that Zayn
was actually there, but he wondered if he would really be able to get out of
there before he came back from his meeting.
As class moved on, Liam couldn’t concentrate one bit. He tried to pay
attention, but he found his eyelids threatening to shut every so often and he
would have to pop up to try and stay alerted to his surroundings. But as more
time passed, he couldn’t help but feel his head slip back down against his desk
and his eyes finally shutting, forcing him to sleep.
And, of course, he couldn’t escape Zayn in his dreams either.
Liam wasn’t exactly sure how much time had passed or how long he had been
asleep, but he found out soon enough that he was asleep for way too long as a
pair of arms wrapped around him and someone leaned down and whispered in his
ear, “Welcome back, my pet.”
The boy jumped away and tried to scramble away, to get away as fast as
possible, but the arms around his body kept him secured in his seat. He knew
exactly who it was and what was going to happen now that he had been trapped.
“Where do you think you’re going, Liam? You can’t just run out on me. It’s been
so long since we last saw each other.” Zayn leaned down and nibbled on the
boy’s ear, yanking on it with his teeth, which only mad Liam close his eyes and
pray that he was still asleep and just dreaming. He wasn’t. “I’ve missed you,
Liam. So much. Why did you abandon me like that? Why, Liam?”
“I-I didn’t…I w-was sick…” Liam lied, but he figured Zayn didn’t need to know
the truth. Unfortunately, his teacher was extremely good at picking out a lie.
“Oh Liam…That’s so disappointing,” he whispered as he rubbed his cheek against
the boy’s and tightened his grip. “You shouldn’t lie to me, baby. I don’t like
when people lie to me.”
Liam didn’t even get time to register that Zayn had figured out his lie as he
was being pulled from the seat and forced onto the desk so that he was lying
there on his stomach. Zayn kept a hand pressed hard on his back so he wasn’t
able to get up; no matter how much Liam struggled, Zayn was way stronger than
him. He had the power.
“You’ve been a bad boy, Liam. Such a bad boy and it’s so disappointing. I’m
going to have to punish you now.”
“P-Punish?!” Liam’s voice cracked as the man gripped his trousers and began to
tug them down just a bit, along with his boxers, leaving his bum visible. Liam
squirmed under Zayn’s grasp, trying to fight it and not exactly sure what the
older man had planned for this so called punishment. “Please don’t!”
“Oh, I’m not going to touch you like that yet, Liam. That would be a reward,
not a punishment. I’m just going to show you that you can’t lie to me. I own
you now. Do you understand?” And with that, Zayn pulled his free hand back and
slammed it right against Liam’s bum.
Liam yelled out in pain, not expecting that from Zayn at all. He hadn’t been
spanked in years, and when he had it was just a simple smack. No, this was
painful. The sting was absolutely unbearable and he let a single tear fall down
his face.
“If you scream anymore you’re going to regret it. I promise you that.” Zayn
pulled his hand back again and smacked his bum once more, a little harder this
time. “Do you understand me, Liam?” Liam just nodded in silence as he bit down
on his lip to keep himself from yelling. More tears fell as the man swatted at
him once again.
“You are mine. You got that? You don’t lie to me ever again.” He continued to
slam his hand against the boy’s skin and Liam took it all, his body shaking
each time against the desk. He sobbed silently and prayed that it would be
over, but after each swat came another soon after.
“You abandoned me, Liam! I told you I would see you the next day and you didn’t
show up for an entire week!” Smack. “This isn’t going to cut it! You come every
day, you got that?!” Smack. “If you don’t come and don’t give me a warning that
you’re sick and I can’t come and visit you, the next time I see you after that
the punishment will be even worse!” Smack.
“Z–Zayn! Please! Stop! It hurts!” Liam’s ass burned so bad and he was pretty
sure that if he could see it right then there would be multiple bruises.
“I’ll tell you when we’re done!”
Smack.
 Smack.
Smack.
Liam’s entire body was trembling at this point and he wasn’t quite sure how
much more he could take. He was in so much pain as Zayn continued to slap his
ass, showing no signs of stopping until he thought Liam had learned his lesson.
All Liam really knew was that he was never going to lie to him ever again.
Not long after he felt a pair of lips kiss over his new bruises, trying to
sooth him. “I’m sorry I had to do that, Liam, but you have to know the rules.
You don’t lie to me, sweet boy. Do you understand? Tell me you understand.”
“I-I understand.”
He did understand. He just didn’t want to obey the rules. He wanted this to
end. He knew that there wasn’t going to be an ending to this, not until the
nine months were up, but he just prayed that someone would find them soon and
this would just come to an end. Someone had to, right? This couldn’t go on for
so long without someone noticing. He had to have hope that it would happen and
he would be free.
Freedom sounded so good.
Zayn finally let go of the boy and let him stand. “Now that we have that
settled, we’ll get down to business.” He smiled at him and reached forward,
cupping his face in his hands and pulling him closer. “I’ve missed you, Liam.
I’ve missed you a lot since you’ve been gone.” Zayn leaned forward and placed a
small kiss against Liam’s lips. Liam was surprised at the softness, thinking
about how good it felt. A part of him wanted to resist, but he knew that it
wouldn’t be good for him. “Tell me you’ve missed me, Liam.”
Liam really didn’t want to lie, but he felt like he had no choice. “I–I’ve
missed you, Z–Zayn.” He hated the words that came out of his mouth, because
they weren’t true at all, but he knew that he had to obey his teacher. It was a
rule.
“Show me how much you’ve missed me.”
“H–How?”
Liam regretted ever asking that question as Zayn gripped the boy’s hand and
pulled him along behind him. Liam wasn’t exactly sure where they were going and
a part of him really didn’t want to know either. All he did know was that they
were leaving the classroom, just as a club was heading into the room for their
meeting. Liam wished so much that he could beg them for help, but he knew that
he would just look crazy to other students.
“Where are we going?”
He didn’t get a response, but was even more confused when Zayn pushed him into
the stairwell and started leading him down to the basement of the school. Liam
had never been to the basement, mostly because it was usually used for storage
now that the new building had been build a few months ago. He had no idea why
they were heading down there, but panic started to rise in him as his teacher
pulled open a door to one of the rooms and pushed him inside, following
silently behind and locking it.
“Why did you–” Liam let out a yell when he was interrupted by Zayn slamming
into him and pushing him up against the wall. The room echoed with the sound
they made from hitting it and he cringed slightly as his head hit it hard. He
wondered if anyone would notice the sound and come to discover what it was, but
that was only his hopes talking and he knew that wouldn’t happen. “Please
stop!”
“But we’re just getting started, baby.” Zayn trailed his lips up Liam’s neck as
he switched between kissing and sucking the skin every now and again. Liam
groaned loudly when he sucked hard and he was pretty sure that Zayn had left a
mark on him; something he’d have to cover up so that nobody would find out
about what’s going on.
As he was lost in thought about how he was going to keep all of this a secret,
he hadn’t even realized that Zayn stopped until he was being pulled away and
slammed up against one of the tables. His eyes went wide as he was curious,
again, as to what was going to happen now. He wished he hadn’t been so curious,
though, when his pants were being unbuttoned and pulled down. Zayn got them off
and tossed them away, much to Liam’s protests.
“No, no, no,” Liam pleaded, not wanting anything to happen like last time. He
still wasn’t over the way Zayn had touched him and how, unfortunately, good it
had felt. He didn’t want to have these confusing feelings again, because this
was his teacher and, dammit, he was taking advantage of him. He didn’t need to
feel this again.
“Shhh,” Zayn hushed him as he tugged on Liam’s boxers. Once they were hanging
off his ankles, Liam blushed excessively that he thought his head might
explode. How could he let this happen? He cursed himself for ever asking for
extra credit and getting himself caught in this kind of situation. Why him? Why
did Zayn have to go for him? And why was it so conflicting every time he felt
the man’s hands on him?
Too many questions and not enough answers. Liam just wished that the end of the
year was here and he could forget about everything that happened, and what
would happen, between him and his teacher. Though, he had a feeling that long
after he graduated, these memories would still burn into his head and haunt him
for a long time. He would never be able to escape Zayn, even if he was hundreds
of miles away. He had his hold on him. He was going to stay with him for
forever, even if he wasn’t there.
With the questions running through his head, Liam didn’t even hear the sound of
Zayn popping open a bottle of lube and squirting it into his hand. By the time
he was aware of the situation, it was way too late when he felt coldness
against his hole. He gasped loudly, jumping from the feeling as his eyes shot
to Zayn. He was ready to plead for him not to do it, but by the time he opened
his mouth Zayn was already pushing his finger into Liam.
It was much easier to adjust to the feeling this time rather than last time.
The lube might have helped, but this time he was used to the feeling of Zayn’s
fingers inside of him. Though, it was still awkward and still quite
uncomfortable and embarrassing. A moan fell from his lips as he bit his lip
quickly, afraid to let out anymore noises to make Zayn think that he was
actually enjoying what was happening. He wasn’t; at least he didn’t think he
was. It was so confusing. It felt good, but he hated it. How does that even
make sense?
He tried to convince himself that he didn’t like it; that he hated it. He tried
so hard, but the way Zayn’s finger moved inside of him was making him think
otherwise. He closed his eyes, letting go for a moment and letting it happen.
It was wrong. He knew this. It was beyond wrong. Liam knew it and a part of him
hoped Zayn did too. But, even so, he couldn’t help but continue to moan against
his own will, even more so when Zayn added a second finger.
“You like that, baby?” Zayn grinned when he saw the pleased look on Liam’s
face. He seemed to be wanting to fight against his words, but nothing came from
Liam except a couple of groans and moans of pleasure. Zayn took that as a yes
and pushed a third finger inside of him in response to that. “Ride my fingers,
baby. I want you to come on just my fingers.”
Liam was only half listening, most of his thoughts being consumed with
conflicting feelings about what was happening. As much as he wanted it to stop,
he couldn’t help but want more of it. No, he needed more. His cock was
screaming for something more than just fingers and he hated it so much.
Zayn continued to finger him, working him really good and brushing past
something that made Liam moan so loud that he didn’t realize that it had come
from him. His eyes went wide for a moment and he looked at Zayn, who was
standing there smiling like he had all the power in your world. “You liked
that, huh?” He moved his fingers, massaging over the prostate gently. Liam
threw his head back against the desk, arching his back and moaning again. His
cock swelled quickly and he knew that if Zayn kept doing that he was going to
come.
“I just–” Liam didn’t even know what he was trying to say. He was putty in
Zayn’s hands at this point. It felt too good; it felt amazing. He never wanted
it to stop. A part of him was screaming for Zayn to stop, to end this madness,
even though he knew his teacher wouldn’t listen to him. But another part of him
wanted to beg Zayn for more; for something to make him feel a million times
better than what his fingers were doing.
He wanted his cock.
And it made him disgusted. He hated how Zayn could make him rethink everything
in just a split second. He was so nervous this morning about having to face
this man again and, even back in the classroom, he didn’t want anything to do
with him. But now, with his fingers deep inside of him, he was now in a
different state of mind of wanting Zayn more than anything at that moment.
“Not today, Liam. There’s not enough time. So for now you just better come on
my fingers or else.”
It wasn’t really a problem to Liam. His cock was throbbing so badly against his
check and it didn’t take much longer before he was groaning loudly and
releasing his load all over his chest. He was breathing heavily as Zayn
finishing fingering him out and pulled his fingers from him. He grabbed some
paper towels from a nearby table and cleaned up his fingers and the mess Liam
had made.
Liam leaned his head against the table and felt a few tears trickle down his
face. He couldn’t believe he had gotten so weak as to actually enjoy that. He
wanted to rip his skin right off and take a shower for a hundred years so that
he would never have to feel that way again. He wasn’t sure why Zayn had this
effect on him, but he knew that this was going to make things even more
problematic than they were. He couldn’t give in; he wouldn’t give in.
But he was. Every time Zayn touched him and made him feel good that was him
giving in; giving in to Zayn. He was allowing his teacher to get the wrong idea
and that could only make this thing between them grow. And Liam really didn’t
want that to happen. He wanted it all to stop.
“It’s a shame it’s already so late. I really wanted to feel how tight you are
on my cock this time,” Zayn sighed, obviously disappointed. “You should
probably get home before your parents start to question where you are.” Zayn
leaned over top of Liam and smiled down at him. He ran his hand down Liam’s
body, fiddling with the head of Liam’s cock in the process just to tease him a
bit more. Liam closed his eyes and let out a breath at the small touch, which
only pleased Zayn even more. He moved his fingers up his torso before placing
his hand on Liam’s cheek. “You’re such a good boy, Liam. I think you should
come over this weekend for one of our study sessions.”
Liam silently groaned to himself, knowing that probably no studying would be
happening as long as Zayn was in control. But he knew he couldn’t argue and
just nodded in agreement. Zayn continued to grin as he leaned down and pressed
his lips against the boy’s, giving him a long kiss before pushing away.
“I’ll see you soon.” It sounded more like a promise or a threat rather than a
simple goodbye to Liam.
He didn’t say anything as he let out a small cry once he heard the door slam
shut.
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