Professor Styles

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Waking up to the horrid sound of my alarm clock every morning should be banned from my life.

But, I get up anyway.

This is nothing new to me. It's my third year at NYU, I'm 21 years old. Living with my roommate Kate is quite easy also, seeing as she is my best friend since age 10.

I brush my teeth and take out my braids from the night before leaving my hair to a styled wave.
I brush my teeth, put some concealer, mascara, bronzer, and do my eyebrows.

After I'm done with that I put on my outfit.(Shown on the side)

I quickly rush out the door so I won't be late, bidding a goodbye to Kate and grabbing a banana.

I walk to my first class, social studies. Professor Tyson and I have known each other for a while because I had him last year. He goes over what we will be doing for this semester and let's us go early.

My second class I am nervous about. I've heard that this "Mr.Styles" is a harda.ss. Something I've always hated, when new teachers come and they suddenly think they own the place.

I walk in and holy f.uck.
Fu.ckedy fuc.k fuc.k fuc.k.

His hair, his eyes, those lips.

I keep my cool and walk to my seat.

"Hello everyone, I am Mr.Styles. As most of you may know, this is my first year here at NYU, but I expect as much respect as you give your other professors. Got it?"

HIS MOTHERFUC.KING VOICE.

BRITISH? REALLY?

"Let me just call roll and then we can get started"

He started calling off names and my last name is Johnson so it's in the middle.

"Caroline Jackson?"
"here"
"Laney Johnson?"
He looks up, I raise my hand.
"here"
We meet eyes once he hears my voice and he smirks.
"Chris Joyner..."

Once he is done calling role he picks up a paper.

"For your first assignment in this class, it will be a simple question that you need to answer. The question is, "What is your favorite childhood memory". Yes, this question is a bit brief, but that just leaves more room for creativity."

I'm screwed.

"I expect a whole page typed about your answer to this question by tomorrow, you all are dismissed."

As everyone leaves, I collect my things and walk up to his desk, seeing that he put glasses on.

fuc.k me.

"Yes, Mrs. Johnson?" He smirks.

"I cannot answer this question for personal reasons..please respect my response as no, and give me an alternative assignment." I state as maturely as possible with this puddle in my panties.

He just smirks and stands up, taking his glasses off.

"Care to tell me those reasons, Laney?"

Before I know it I am pushed up against the desk with his finger under my chin so I am looking at him.

"Mr.Styles that is very personal information that I do not wish to share."

"I see. I can give you an alternative assignment, sure."

Thank the Lord Jesus above.

He pushes his hips against mine and his mouth is dangerously close.

"Your assignment is to tell me everything about your sexual encounters and turn ons and offs. You will also tell me your deepest fantasy and kinks. Also, give me all of the answers to the questions I state after I do this."

I'm confused and my breath is caught in my throat making it hard to breathe.

"Mr.Sty-"

His lips are on mine and a few seconds later were full on snogging. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it, but it is highly inappropriate.

He removes his lips from mine.

"Do you touch yourself?"
A kiss.
"Sexuality?"
A kiss.
"Most importantly, this is not a question but a demand."
A kiss.
"Call me daddy."
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