some smuts

niall horan

The bell rang to signal that the last class of the day is about to begin. Shit I'm late! I'm never late!

After running down the hall like a maniac, I finally made it to my English class. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Sadly enough, it squeaked and the whole class looked at me.

"Why are you late?" Mr. Horan boomed.

I was at a loss for words. I was never ever late. I don't even know why I was late now.

"I-I'm not really sure..." I froze.

He hummed. "I can see you like to lie now. Am I correct?"

"No, Sir. I'm never late to class. I don't know what happened. Please, I'm really sorry." I begged.

I looked around the room and of course everyone was staring at the scene in front of them. I just wish I could smack them all.

"Well.." He trailed off and stood from his desk with a pink slip of paper in his hands. "It looks like you'll be staying after class today." He gave me a fake smile and handed over the death slip with my name on it.

"Great. Can't wait." I groaned sarcastically.

"Now drop the attitude and get to work." He pointed to my seat in the back of the room.

As I walked through the rows I could hear small laughter, probably about me. Whatever. I slumped in my seat and opened my textbook. I didn't care to read, so I scribbled on my notebook and looked around the room. I hadn't really noticed how attractive Mr.Horan was. He was extremely fit, had lovely blonde hair with brown peeking out, and beautiful blue eyes like the sky that you could get lost in forever.

I must've been staring at him for a while because he noticed and gave me a strange look. Shit. I shook my head and looked back at my notebook, but not before I peeked back at Mr.Horan. I noticed him smile a bit at me, then return to his work.

That was hella awkward. But hey it was kind of cute at the same time. Great. Now I'm that girl who has a crush on her older teacher. I'm a junior and he's probably almost thirty years old. That's almost twice my age!

I heard the bell ring and thought I should make a run for it. I scooped up my things, stuffed them in my bag and sprinted for the door.

"No no no, you get back here." Mr.Horan called.

"Damn it." I stomped my foot and turned around after everyone left.

"You're not getting out of this. Now sit and be quiet."

I groaned and sat back down. "How long do I have to sit here?"

"A while." He loosened his tie.

Maybe I could make this interesting.

"Come on..." I whined. "I have somewhere I need to be. Is there any
way I could get out of here faster?" I stood up and walked over to his desk.

"Please just take a seat." He looked up at me.

I rolled my eyes and leaned over his desk. "Anything?"

He shook his head.

"Oh come on."

"Fine." He huffed. "There's is one thing you could do."

"Name it."

He stood up and began clearing off his desk, moving his laptop and binders to a shelf. He stood in front of me and lifted me by my hips so I'd be sitting on the edge of his desk. He pushes my legs apart and wrapped them around his waist as his hand cupped the side of my face.

I bit my lip, feeling the wetness in my panties from the action in which was playing in front of me.

His head dipped down and his lips attached to mine. A moan escaped my lips right away. I swear I felt my lips melt off my face. His lips were wet and soft. I was in heaven. I could kiss this man for hours. A moment later I felt something hard brush against my core. I detached from his lips and looked down between us to see his hard on struggling against the fabric of his trousers. I moaned just at the sight.

I brushed my fingers against him and he hissed. I looked back up at him to see his bottom lip being trapped by his teeth. It was sight for sore eyes.

I stood up and pushed him back so he was laying on his desk. I began unbuckling his trousers and pulled them down with his boxers, setting his hard on free.

"Just suck my cock!"

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there."

I stepped out of my shorts and panties, then removed my shirt and bra, leaving them scattered on the ground.

I crawled up between his legs and wrapped my hand around his length. He groaned at the contact. I wrapped my lips around him and took as much of him into my mouth as I could, and there was a lot. I bobbed my head as fast as I could and swirled my tongue as best as I could. I've never really give a blow job before, but hey there's a first time for everything, am I right? I was actually enjoying the feeling of him in my mouth.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Keep doing that." He cried out and fisted my hair in his hand.

After a few more bobs I felt his release at the back of my throat and swallowed it.

"Ahh that was great."

"Thank you, Mr.Horan."

"Please, call me Niall."

"Niall." I repeated. I grew a bit fond of how his name rolled off my tongue.

He stood up and and pushed me back onto his desk, standing between my legs.

"I'm going to fuck you so good." He held up my legs, getting ready.

"Nice grammar." I laughed.

"Not the time."

He lined up and pushed into me slowly but steadily.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." I spat at the feeling of him stretching me out.

"Are you always this tight? 'Cause I love it." He thrusted in and out faster.

The feeling was making me numb to everything else in the world. And I didn't care about anything else it the world. Just him and now.

He looked down to where we were connected and dipped his hips rougher into me, making sure to hit the spot that made me scream.

"Fuck, Niall!" I rolled my head back in beautiful pleasure. I just never wanted him to stop.

After a few more quick, rough thrusts I felt my stomach begin to tighten.

"Are you close, baby?" He asked.

I just nodded my head. I was at a loss for words in the wonderful moment.

"Good."

My vision went a bit blurry as my body shook underneath him, while I screamed in pure bliss.

A loud moan escaped his lips as he released a second time onto my lower stomach.

My core throbbed a couple times as he used his sleeve to wipe off my stomach.

He handed me my clothes and I began to redress myself as he did too.

I picked up my bag and ran my fingers through my hair.

He looked down at me. "Give me your phone."

I didn't question and handed him my phone.

He typed something and handed it back. "We should do this again. Maybe tonight?"

I looked down at my phone to see he put his name and number in my contacts.

I met his eyes and smiled. "I would love that, Niall."

He took my hand and pressed his lips against my skin. "Our dirty little secret."

"Yes, it is." I blushed.

"Alright. Tonight. You better text me." He warned.

I sent his a quick text and walked out of the class room.

Tonight it going to be long night.