One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Teacher //Harry//

⚠ Warning ⚠ Mature Content

You stood in front of your classroom, writing an assignment on the board. You were teaching AP English Literature, which essentially was an all senior's class. The school you worked at was a prestigious, strict private school. It was full of rich kids, etc.
"Good Morning." You smiled to your class. They all smiled back, looking behind you to read the board.
"Sorry I'm late, Ms. Y/l/n," You look to the door to see your student, Harry rushing over to his seat. Harry was one of those students who liked to give you a hard time. You never knew why he did it, and it didn't help that his family had lived next door to you.
"Don't worry about it, everyone is working on the assignment on the board. I suggest you begin too." You turned around and walked over to you desk, sitting down in your chair. Surprisingly the class went by with no problems. Harry stayed quiet for the most part, which was good. At the end of the day you were carrying some papers to grade to your car.
"Hey Ms. Y/l/n? Need some help?" You turn to see Harry leaving his group of friends to jog over to you. You stopped walking to face him.
"I'm capable of carrying a stack of papers on my own. Thanks for the offer though." You told him.
"Why don't you like me?" Harry asked walking besides you. You sigh, reaching your door.
"Harry, you're my student. It doesn't matter if I like you or not. My job is to teach you a course." You unlocked your car door, placing the papers on the passenger seat.
"Don't act like you don't feel that connection between us." Harry leaned on the side of the car. You looked at him shaking your head.
"Connection? Harry, what are you talking about? There is no connection between us. Now, will you excuse me, I need to get home." You got into your car, buckling up your seat belt. Harry got off of your car, watching you drive away. When you got home, you quickly got outside the car, gathering your things. There was an overcast, so it was probably going to rain pretty soon. You got inside your house and placed everything on the counter. You kicked off your heels and went to the cabinets pulling out a glass. You filled the glass with some wine and went to go sit down on the couch. You laid back on the couch, enjoying your glass of wine. You really needed it. Within an hour, the heavy patter of the rain on the windows and the roof filled up your house. You pulled back the curtain watching everything get soaked by the rain. Up the road you saw a car driving slowly. The car pulled into the driveway of the house next door. Harry. He glanced over to your house, catching your gaze. You shut the curtain and finished drinking your wine. After you were done you made your way upstairs to take a shower. You turned on the water, feeling it to see if the temperature was just right. Once you were happy with it, you began to strip out of your clothes. You stepped under the water, allowing it to run down your back. You were cautious not to get your hair wet. You formed a cup with your hand, letting the water build up before splashing it on your face. Then the lights went out.
"Really?" You shout in frustration. You turned off the water and grabbed your towel. You stepped out of the shower, feeling your way around. It was extremely dark and you could not see a thing. You made your way down to the kitchen, searching in the draws for a flashlight. You heard one of the doors creaking open.
"Hello?" You turned on the flashlight, shining it around the room. No one was there. You ran a hand through your hair turning around.
"Ah!" You screamed dropping the flashlight. Harry bent over to pick it up.
"Sorry, I saw the lights go out and thought I would come help you." He says sheepishly.
You grabbed the flashlight from him.
"You can't just walk into my house like that." You held onto the towel so it wouldn't fall. Through the darkness you could see Harry looking you up and down.
"You were in the shower?" He asks. You ignored him and went into the living room, lighting some candles.
"That does not concern you." You said.
"Oh but you see it does." He whispers, now standing behind you.
"Harry, what are you-"
"Shhhh...." Harry starts placing small kisses along your neck. You bite your lips.
"Stop, this is wrong." You told him, trying to push him away. Half of you wanted for him to continue. The other half wanted you to be smart and end it before it went any further.
"Do you really believe that?" Harry squeezes your bottom, pulling you closer to him. "You do not know for how long I've always wanted to do that." He blows hot air on your skin. You close your eyes, your head leaning against his shoulder. Harry smirks, running his hand all across your body. Feeling you, finding out what areas made you squirm. Once you were distracted, Harry pulled your towel away, watching it drop to the floor. Harry grabs your hand, pulling you to the couch. He pushed you back on it, climbing above you so that he was hovering above you. Harry kissed you softly, massaging your breast.
"Mmmm.." You moaned into his mouth. That seemed to encourage Harry more, before you knew it he was pushing himself inside of you. When did he even get his pants off? "Harry..." He looks down at you, watching your eyes squeeze shut. He didn't move, he wanted you to be adjusted to his size first.
"Forget about everything, give yourself to me." He connects his lips to yours. Harry pulls out, only to push back in slowly. Almost as if he were teasing you.
"No, faster."
Harry chuckles and grips the arm of the couch. "If you say so." He slams down into you. You let out a gasp, the impact making your head hit against the couch.
"I said faster not harder." You pout. Harry laughs pecking your lips.
"Sorry, my bad." He grips your thigh, thrusting faster into you. Soft moans escaped your mouth. Harry rests his forehead against yours, pushing deeper into you. "You're so tight." He grunts into your ear. Your back arched off the couch as he moved inside of you. Who knew something that was so wrong would feel so right.
"Tonight, I'm going to have you screaming daddy."