One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Teacher //Zayn//

⚠Warning ⚠ Mature content

It was the first day of school, well for you that is. You were being transferred to a different high school. It wasn't because you were a troubled child, it was because this school had offered better courses and more opportunities for you. You walked through the halls reading the numbers engraved on the doors.
203
This was your class. It was an art class. You brought your hand up and knocked on the door. You waited patiently for someone to come to the door.
"Hi, can I help you?" You looked at the person who opened the door. They looked really familiar to you.
"Zayn?"
Zayn turned to his class and told them he would be right back. He steps out into the hall with you.
"Baby, what are you doing here?" He asks grabbing your hand.
"I've been transferred here."
You and Zayn had been dating for about 6 months now. You knew he was a teacher but never knew what school it was exactly. God works in mysterious ways because now Zayn was going to be your teacher.
"You're in my class?" Zayn takes your schedule reading it. He runs a hand through his hair. "Alright, we have to be very careful. No one can't find out about us." You nod, following him into the classroom.
"Guys we have a new student today." Zayn announced, catching everyone's attention. He tells everyone your name then appoints you a seat. You sat down, looking around at what everyone was painting. You looked at your blank canvas and thought of something you could paint. When the idea came to you, you beagn to sketch it out first.
"Nice." Zayn comments walking by your work area. You smile looking at the progress you were making.
"Thanks." When the bell rang you gathered up your things to leave the class.
"Come here at your lunch time." Zayn whispered to you as you walked out of the classroom. Three periods later and it was finally your lunch period. You shoved all your things in your locker before heading over to Zayn's room. You opened the door, walking into the room.
"Lock it." Zayn told you, which you did. He was seated in his chair, waiting for you. "Come here. " You walked over to him, sitting on his lap. "I think it's a good thing that you are in my class now. Don't you?" Zayn looks up at you, a smirk planted on his face. You smile pecking his lips. That was your answer. You stare at him, playing with the buckles on his pants. You bite your lips, looking at him innocently. Zayn chuckles and unbuckles his pants. You smile and get on the floor on your knees. You grab hold of the waist band, pulling his pants down to his knees. His erection sprang free, standing tall. You grab it, squeezing him lightly. Zayns lips parted slightly as he let out a shaky breath. You loved that you were the only one who had this effect on him. You blew on the head of his manhood. Watching as the precum dripped out. You dart your tongue out lapping it up. Zayn let out a moan, grabbing a handful of your hair. You hated when he did that, but you were going to give him an easy pass today. You wrapped your mouth around him, sucking softly on the tip, looking up to Zayn with his eyes closed.
"Mmmm baby just like that." He moans. You swirl your tongue around, before adding as much as you could into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, pumping what you couldn't fit with your hand.
"Y-yess baby girl...don't stop.." He moans.
Knock knock
"Shit!" Zayn sat up, pulling his pants up. You got up, wiping your mouth. "Um get under the desk." He instructed you. You nod, climbing under the desk. Zayn got up and went to the door.
"Yeah?" He opens it, acting casually.
"Are you okay? I thought I heard someone moaning in here." The person walked in looking around.
"Yeah, that was me, I must have ate something really bad, my stomach is acting up." Zayn lied. The person nods, looking at him suspiciously.
"Well then drinks lots of fluids, we wouldn't want you to be too sick." Zayn smiles watching as the person leaves. You climb out from under the desk.
"Now where were we?"