One Direction Imagines

Harry - Mr. Styles (Rebecca)

Requested by ; Ilove1D54

Warning : Contains mature/sexual content. I don't advise you to read unless you're over 13, otherwise it's under your own discretion.

"I heard we're getting a new teacher, since Mrs. Fields got drunk during school last year," Kylee whispered to me, and I raised my eyebrows.

"Really? I didn't know that happened." I thought about Mrs. Fields. She was a fragile sixty-year old woman, I highly doubt she would drink at school.

"I dunno, that's the rumor," I rolled my eyes, of course it's only a rumor. "Anyways, I heard his name is Mr. Styles and he is one hell of a man," She smirked, and right on cue the door opened. Everybody's attention was brought to our guest, and my jaw practically dropped.

"Hi, everyone," He spoke, his voice deep and slow. "I'm Mr. Styles, and I'm going to be your new Mathematics teacher." I looked at our new teacher, and I knew it would be a good year. He was tall, and his lanky legs had black skinny jeans clinging to them. Can teachers even wear skinny jeans? He also had on a white button-up, which was tucked into his pants and had a few top buttons open, revealing a tattoo-clad chest.

"I'd totally jump on that," Kylee whispered, and I nodded.

"Hell yeah," I laughed, when suddenly I heard somebody clear their throat beside me.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, miss?" Mr. Styles was inches away from my face. My throat closed up, and I was unable to speak.

"I, uh," I stammered, trying to cough to cover it up.

"We'll talk after class." He spoke into my ear, causing chills to run down my spine.

"Y-yes, sir," I nodded, and Mr. Styles returned to the front of the class. I widened my eyes at Kylee and she shrugged.

"Sorry!" She whispered.

"I just want you guys to know, I have a no tolerance policy here. I won't tolerate immature behavior, and there will be consequences for your actions. So it's pretty simple, yeah? Just don't talk when I am, stay off your phones, and do your homework. Other than that I'm pretty laidback," He sat on the desk, his hands resting on his knees.

He spent the next hour talking about polynomials and square roots, just basic review for the start of the new school year. The bell finally rang, signalling the end of the school day.

"I'll see you later," I smiled at Kylee and she nodded.

"Get some," She winked, slapping my ass and then leaving the classroom. I took a deep breath, slowly walking up to Mr. Styles' desk.

"You, uh, wanted me to stay, sir?" I switched my weight between my legs, nervous.

"Ah, yes," He smirked, taking long strides to the door and closing it. I heard the click of the lock, and I gulped. "So, Rebecca, is it?" He started walking towards me, and I nodded. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me with him. He sat on his desk, then pulled me in between his legs. He rested his hands on my hips, tracing circles with his thumbs.

"What are you-" I started to protest, but he placed one finger over my mouth. He then ran his thumb along my bottom lip, his eyes furrowed in concentration.

"I overheard you and your friends conversation," My eyes widened. Shit. "And you are quite a, erm, beautiful woman." He smiled, his hand slowly travelling lower than my hip.

"Look, Mr. Styles," I took a deep breath, looking down.

"Listen, babe," He brought my chin up so I was looking at him, and my heart fluttered. "Don't question it, just go with it," He whispered, his lips brushing against my own. After teasing me, he finally connected our lips. My eyes fluttered shut, and I pressed my body against his. He groaned into the kiss, one hand groping my ass while the other was traveling up my shirt. His tongue swiped my bottom lip, and I immediately gave him access. As our tongues battled for dominancy, I brought my hand to his hair, gently tugging. He moaned into my mouth, then sharply pulled away. Both of us were breathing heavy, just staring at eachother lustfully.

"Bend over this desk," His voice was deep, his eyes a shade darker. He stood up, and I shakily leaned over the desk. I leaned on my elbows, looking over my shoulder at him. He hastily pulled my skirt up my waist, revealing my white lace panties. "Now, Rebecca, you have to deal with the consequences of your actions." I took a deep breath, then felt the hard impact of his hand against my ass cheek. I let out a yelp, biting onto my hand to try and contain any noise. He spanked me four more times, each time getting harder.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Styles. It won't happen again," My voice was shaky. I turned myself so that I was sitting on the desk, facing him.

"But, if it doesn't happen again," He whispered into my ear, tracing all exposed skin on my body. "Then we can't continue this more often," He kissed below my ear, a soft moan emitting my mouth. "I mean, I can't just have sexual affairs with a student, you know?" He pulled my face to look at him, and I nodded. "It has to be punishment."

"Yes sir," I nodded, and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Good, baby girl. Good." He whispered, kissing my chin. I couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled his face to mine, kissing him harshly. I wanted him, and that I was so damn sure about.

"Mr. Styles, please," I begged, looking deep into his eyes. He shook his head, walking back to the door and unlocking it.

"Class is over, Rebecca. I'll see you tomorrow. Try not to misbehave this time, or the punishment will be worse," He winked, leading me out of the classroom. The whole way walking home, my mind was running with ideas on how to get a worse punishment.

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hiii omg so rebecca i hope you like this ^-^

if its bad im sorry im kinda an awkward person oops