He's Yours, Mr Horan. (teacher x student)

Flashback... part one.

FLASHBACK, IN THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW !! IT WILL CHANGE LATER ON.

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Your best friend Brooke, took her seat next to you in the front of the classroom just as the bell rang. Thank God you got there in time, you didn't need to be late for drama class again.

She turned to you with a grin, "Tomorrow's opening night. Nervous?" she asked. You shrugged.

"A little, but I've done many many plays before, I got rid of the stage fright years ago."

Tomorrow was the opening night for your drama class' production of 'Romeo and Juliet'. You were cast as the lead female role, Juliet. The class quieted down when the teacher, Mr. Horan, walked into the room. Something about him gave you feeling that you couldn't explain.. He talked for a few minutes about the play and how everything is going to go before the real rehearsal started.

Rehearsal ran all the way until the bell rang. As you were walking out, someone grabbed you arm and spun you around. It wa Mr. Horan.

"Emma, you need a little more time to rehearse." He said, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Is something wrong?" You asked. He didn't answer, he just shut the door and locked it.

"Mr. Horan, w-whhatt are youu d-doing?" you asked him, your voice shaking a bit.

He chuckled.

"Call me Niall, love."

You didn't have any time to asked any more questions before Niall crashed his plump lips into yours. You were very surprised at first, but you eventually kissed him back, which felt so wrong but so right at the same time...I mean, he is your teacher.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body even closer to his, which seemed nearly impossible. He traced his tongue along your bottom lip, begging for entry, which you didn't question and gave it to him. Niall pushed his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of it. He picked you up by your thighs, carrying you over to his desk and laying you down, getting on top of you. He leaned down to press his lips against yours again. While he was doing so with his lips, you reached down for the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head in one swift motion. In a split second he takes your shirt off and pops off your bra. His smooth yet calloused hands explore your bre*sts, kneading them softly, turning you on even more than you already were. You moaned softly into his mouth, which caused him to get a lot happier than he already was.