Cassandra rushed to Mr. Styles' room and knocked on the door, she doesn't want Mr. Styles to reprimand her for being impolite. She heard a faint 'Come in' and so she did. Mr. Styles was sitting on his desk, literally on it, crossed legged, eyebrows scrunched, sleeves rolled up with the first 3 buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. God damn.
"Um.." Cassandra trailed off still ogling at her very handsome professor. "Ah yes, Ms. Holmes, I thought you weren't coming and that I had to call on your parents." Mr. Styles chuckled trying to lighten the mood. Cassandra forced a smile but is imagining of all the things he could do to her right at this moment. He'd finger her little pussy and lick her dry. He could bend her over his desk and fuck her so hard, she'd forget her name. She could suck him off, his big cock until he comes in her mouth. They could-
"Are we clear, Ms. Holmes?" Mr. Styles asked her, assuming she listened to every word she said.
"Yes, sir." Cassandra replied, her voice cracked. Damn. "You may take your leave now." Mr. Styles prompted her to leave, mainly because he knows what she's been thinking.
He would call in students in his office generally for improper behavior. Some male, some female. When he calls in the males, its fine, they have a laugh about it and remind them to never let it happen again. The girls, they would either be very silent and going into their own little world, like Cassandra was, or very vocal like most of them were. They would let Mr. Styles talk but after a bit they would stand up and try to seduce him into having sex with them, you know, the whole "I'm-wearing-a-push-up-bra-so-that-means-I'm-all-grown-up" and the "My-cleavage-is-showing-fuck-me" type of girls. Mr. Styles would not stoop down enough to sleep with his own students so he has them sent out and talks to their parents instead. They don't talk about the whole seducing thing because that could make him lose his job. They just talk about what their child had done wrong earlier in the day and then laugh about it and its over with.
Sadly, his students don't know his preferences. He prefers the innocent, pure and clueless girls over the sexy, hot and "I know what I'm doing" type. And he would not want his students to know, otherwise he may have a problem. There are a few students here and there who's caught Mr. Styles' attention. But its either they play hard to get, they don't mean to but are hard to get or they don't want to engage in a sexual relationship with their professor, which is the right thing to do. Lost in his own train of thought, Mr. Styles did not realize Ms. Holmes has gone home to ease her sexual frustration.
Cassandra went to get coffee first because, obviously. She saw Zayn and prayed to God he wouldn't see her but sadly, God wasn't able to grant her prayer as Zayn approached her by the counter waiting for her coffee.
"Hiya stranger." Zayn smiled kindly at her, trying to engage her in conversation. "Hey." Cassandra replied feeling her panties wet from her talk with her professor earlier. "You look constipated," Zayn tried to joke and ease up her mood. "You okay?" He asked genuinely concerned. "Um, yeah I'm good. Thanks." Cassandra replied. She got her coffee and dashed out of the café door with Zayn hot on her trail, "Where are you going?" He asked. God, he's cute but he can't take a hint. Cassandra thought. But an idea crept its way into Cassandra's mind. Maybe it was the sex deprivation talking or her over caffeinated brain but "Would you mind having sex with me?" Cassandra blurted out in the middle of the street, thankfully there aren't any people around.
Slowly realizing what she had said she immediately out of sheer humiliation covered her mouth and repeated multiple apologies to Zayn who was smiling and trying not to laugh.
"I'll ask, would you like to have sex with me Cassandra?" Zayn asked since he felt bad that Cassandra got so embarrassed, besides, Cassandra's hot, why not sleep with her? Zayn thought. This caught Cassandra off-guard but laughed and eventually the awkward situation ended up with the two of them laughing. "I'm serious though." Zayn said, now that he has the image of Cassandra spread eagle on his bed in his head. "Oh, um," Cassandra thought about it, its not like she had a boyfriend, its not like fingering herself would suffice. "Let's go to your place." She said. Zayn started whispering unholy whispers in her ear, and goosebumps appeared on her shoulder as Zayn started squeezing her ass. "Let's go, shall we?"
They've reached Zayn's apartment building, thankfully he lived near Cassandra's place. The moment they reached Zayn's apartment, Zayn started to unbutton Cassandra's blouse causing Zayn to see her white lace bra. "Jesus fucking Christ" Zayn proceeded to rid her jeans while kissing her neck hungrily. Cassandra made Zayn take off his shirt and remove his pants as well revealing Captain America boxers. Cute.
Zayn finally removed Cassandra's pants and that's when his bulge got as hard as a rock. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Zayn repeatedly say as he kept making out with her and fingering her. "Oh god." Cassandra moaned in the kiss. Her moans made Zayn feel some type of way so he put three fingers inside of her tight, wet, pussy. "You gonna come yet baby?" Zayn asked while realizing they was no near bed. Guess Cassandra would get bent over after all. No response was given by Cassandra but her moans weren't quickening so Zayn removed his fingers from her pussy and carried her and made her sit on the counter with legs spread out. "Oh my fucking god, yes!" Cassandra practically yelled when Zayn started to lick her pussy. He continuously flicked his tongue and thats when Cassandra's moans started becoming more and more frequent.
"Almost there, fuck." Cassandra told Zayn. "Hold on baby." Zayn took his boxers off then put his huge dick inside of her pussy. "Oh fuck yes, so tight baby." He thrusted slowly but Cassandra complained. "Faster, rougher." She moaned and demanded. "You want me to be rough with you baby? Do you?" Zayn teased her by slowing his pace down even more. "Yes, please!" Cassandra pleaded and Zayn, not being able to control himself any longer, started to thrust hard and fast and Zayn started to suck on her tits which made Cassandra pull on his hair. "I'm gonna come." Cassandra warned him. "Wait a little more baby." Zayn told her as he thrusted and with every thrust Cassandra thought she would come. Eventually, Cassandra couldn't hold it in anymore so she came and Zayn came as well. They were panting, Zayn still hadn't pulled out of her when he realized,
"Holy shit, I didn't use a condom."
| author's note |
i'm alive, i'm not dead don't worry.
in the mean time, here's some holy water, tickets for a tour in the vatican and a letter to meet the pope bc homie, we all need help. if you're an atheist, here's an appointment to your nearest psychiatrist. also, this story isn't about getting anyone pregnant, don't y'all worry, i ain't about that life. THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG AND I BET Y'ALL WERE WANTING SOME HARRY ACTION but for real homies, he's her teacher, give em some time to warm up to each other(?)(?)(?) i also suck at smut so lemme know if i should stop this story lolz anyway love u all so much \(•^•)/ (i tried making a cute lil thing idk)
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Teen Fiction"You are dismissed." I didn't want to be. A story where a law student has an infatuation with one of her professors. (daddy kink, harry styles au)
