One Direction One Shots 2

The Teacher's Pet (Ziall Threesome)

You tried to balance all of your notebooks in one hand as your phone went off with an alert, reminding you that you had to meet with Mr. Malik, your English teacher, to talk about your failing grade. You picked up the pace, and ducked into his room. “Oh, hello N/Y” He looked up from his desk. You gasped slightly to yourself & your heartbeat quickened. His deep, chocolate, brown eyes, light scruff and tattoos were the reasons why you had such a bad grade. Your mind would often wander into various sexual positions.

“Hi, Mr. Malik.” You said shyly and took a seat in a desk closet to him.

“How are you?” He questioned as he strolled to you. He rolled up the cuffs of his black buttoned up, his red tie unloosen around his neck.

“I’m- I’m fine.” You stuttered, as your eyes wandered from each tattoo. You bit your lip hard, trying to prevent yourself from doing something stupid.

“Are you sure? You’re grade has been getting worse and worse.” He pushed himself onto the desk, not even an inch was apart from you two. 

“Uhm, yes. It’s just hard to concentrate sometimes.” You admit. A smirk crawled between his supple lips.

“I wonder how we can fix that…” He trailed as he pushed a strand of behind your ear. 

By then, your heart was crashing against your chest, and you could feel yourself getting wet.

“You’re a beautiful girl.” He murmured as his thumbs lightly brushed along your cheek. You looked up at him, staring into his eyes. He ran his tongue over his lips before leaning down and kissing you gentle on the lips. As your lips moved against each other, his fingers found the hem of your cozy sweater, and slowly tugged it over. He brought his finger up to your chin, lifting it ever so slightly. 

You heard the door open from behind you. You jumped in your seat, Mr. Malik just laughed as you saw a blonde quiff enter the room. Mr. Horan, the culinary teacher, strolled to you two, his eyes sparkling with lust and his tongue flickering over his lips.

“You got my message.” Mr. Malik confirmed to Mr. Horan.

“I wouldn’t miss this.” He winked and looked back at me. His eyes cascading down your half exposed body. 

“Wh-what?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“We’ve been watching you for quite some time, N/Y.”  Mr. Malik smiled, as they completely surrounded you, just peering over you like lions staring at their prey. 

“You’re a hot piece of ass, ya know.” Mr. Horan added, causing your cheeks to turn up red.

“But Mr. Malik..” You said hastily.

“Zayn. And this is Niall.” Zayn explained and began to take off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, Niall was doing the same. Zayn went behind his desk, and took his keys. Niall laced his fingers in between your hair, pulling your head back and attacking your mouth. You left a small whimper. You could already tell Niall would be the more dominate one.

“Your knees. Now.” He demanded. You quickly dropped out of the seat and propped yourself on the tiled floor. He slipped off his shirt, and unbottoned his pants, he was already hard beneth his pants, and his tip of slightly peeking out the waist band. You pulled down his boxers, his dick snapping in front of you. 

You gasped at his immense sized. He chuckled and his fingers once again found the back of your head and strangled the roots of your hair.

“And you’ll take it all, you slut.” He scoffed as he shoved his dick into your mouth. You worked his length in and out of your mouth, concentrating on fitting it all in your mouth. You took your hand and wrapped it along his shaft, while the other held onto his thigh, giving you a source of balance. Your tongue worked around his tip and down the shaft. You could hear the deep breathing coming from above you, it gave you some sort of confidence. You began to work faster and harder with your strokes.