Possessive Mr Styles

one

I grab my house keys from my bedside table, making sure to be as quiet as possible as I walk to the front door.

Thank god my dad isn't home tonight.

I quickly lock the front door and fix my outfit, walking down my front steps as I make my way to his car, that's when I realise that he does look well and truely pissed at me. But after all, it's not my fault at all. If anything, i should be pissed at him. Right?

"Took your sweet ass time." Is all i hear as I shut the passenger door. "Any normal person would've thought you were flaking on them." Mr Styles locks the car doors and starts up his car.

"Well you're clearly far from normal Sir." I mutter as he begins to drive off. " Where are we going anyway?" I take a quick glance at him and notice that his jaw is clenched and his knuckles are turning white on the gear stick and the steering wheel.

"We're going back to my house, but while we are driving you are going to tell me every single fucking thing that you saw today. understood?" He looks over at me, as if he's waiting for me to answer him. I slowly nod.

"I don't exactly understand what you want me to say. I wanted to ask you a question about the homework you assigned but I figured it would be best to wait until after school, and when I came back to your classroom. you were... how do I put it? let's just say it looked like the desk was going to fold." I chuckle at my choice of words, but i immediately stop when i see the look on his face, back to that grouchy persona. "You should probably invest in a door without a window if your going to be fucking random girls in your classroom Mr Styles. How unfortunate would it have been for you if the princip-"

"That's enough! God I hate how bratty you are." By this point we've arrived at his house, and to say that I was shocked would be an understatement. For a teacher, I'm impressed. we both get out of the car and start walking to the front door, he grabs my wrist and ushers me inside, quickly locking the door. "You should really be careful with your choice of words from now on sweetheart, like I said you're already in enough trouble as it is." He brings me over to the kitchen and hoists me up onto the counter. placing his hands on either side of me, still looking down at me.

"I don't understand why you're so mad at me, it's not like I was fucking some guy in school"

"oh please, from what I've heard you seem to have quite a bit of fun at school... so don't even try to act all innocent now darling."

"Jealous huh? at least the guys I fuck don't want me to call them daddy, or was that just her doing it? does it make you feel good when you have all this power over girls? like you have all this power over me right now?" I slowly pull my legs apart, not by much, but just enough so that if he wanted to, he could stand in between them. he looks me up and down with confusion, but behind that, a smirk emerged from his mouth. and just as I expected, he moves in between my legs. I bring my lips to his ear. "What's the matter, you think I don't see the way you look at me in class?"

He moves a hand to my thigh, squeezing it a little. "I must admit, it's hard for me to control my staring when you walk into my classroom with one of these short skirts, no wonder every guy in this schools whats to fuck you when you clearly dress like a slut." i slightly gasp as his hand moves up my thigh, his thumb barely touching my underwear while he moves his hand just under the waist band of this skirt, just on my hip. "Look at you now... you're practically begging me to fuck you. and you can't even deny it, can you sweetheart?"

I look up at him, noticing how his eyes are a slightly darker shade of green, I bring my eyes back down to his hand under my skirt. "Maybe  I do, but I'm sure it would be highly inappropriate for you to give in to me."

He grabs my jaw lightly with his other hand, and lifts my head up to meet his stare. "What have I told you about that bratty attitude, huh?" I shift in my spot slightly moving closer to his body. And i smile as i realise that he's getting hard.

"Feels like someone's happy to see me, was it my 'bratty attitude' that turned you on Mr Styles?" I move my hand up to his wrist as i feel his grip on my jaw tighten. I don't even know how it's possible, but i can see his jaw clenched harder. I smile in response. and just like that, he kissed me and I instantly kissed him back. it was passionate, possessive.