One Direction Imagines

Niall (Mr. Horan) *Dirty*

I looked down at my wrist watch and cursed myself mentally. Class started at 7:30 and it was now 7:35. Sure it's only five minutes, but when Mr. Horan is your professor, it is a big deal. He was one of the many strict teachers at this campus. He was my Literature professor, and took his job too seriously. He had graduated early and had made sure everyone on campus knew. He was handsome. Too cocky for his own good. I walked into class to see him leaning against his table. His eyes and everyone else's now on me. "It is very nice of you so join us Ms. (Y/N)." He spoke, his unbelievably sexy Irish accent visible in his voice. "Sorry, I overslept." I grunted annoyed. "See me after class for detention." "You're shitting me right now. I was five minutes late." I bit angrily. The whole class gasped and Mr. Horan smirked, "Make it a detention every day for the rest of this month. Now go and sit down." I mumbled a curse word under my breath and dragged myself to my chair. Stupid teacher. Stupid hot teacher. Stupid hot fuckable teacher. WHOA! He was not that hot. LIES! He looked too good today. In his black slacks and white button up. I could see his perfect torso. His dirty blonde hair looked disheveled as always, giving it the sexy bed look. His strong blue eyes were mesmerizing. His pale skin and strong muscles had me hooked. They looked strong enough to hold me against the wall and pound relentlessly into me. His lips looked so kissable, his large hands and slender fingers seemed capable of reaching places that I couldn't. I shook the dirty thoughts out of my head and looked down at my notebook, trying to ignore the throbbing feeling in between my legs. Finally the bell rang and before I could even run, Mr. Horan shot me a look. I grunted and slumped back down. After the last student left the room, he closed the door and sat back down in his chair. He coaxed me over with his finger and I walked. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. "Take these books and put them on that shelf." He ordered handing me a set of books. I took them and walked making sure to sway my hips as I did. I walked to the shelf and realized they were high. I was wearing a skirt, so if I was to reach my shirt would rise up and a lot of skin would be shown. I smirked taking that to my advantage. I took the first book and got on my tippy toes, I could feel my small shirt rising, my bare waist and the waistband of my lace panties already flashing. I smirked when I heard him curse. This time I accidentally dropped the book and bent down, making sure to show more than what was needed. Revenge was nice, I thought. Not even a second had passed, before I felt him wrap his arms around my waist and press me against the wall, so that my back faced his chest. His large body framed mine, as he placed my hands over my head. "You fucking tease." He spat biting my ear lobe. "I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Horan." I retorted. His rough hand slid up my legs and he lifted my skirt up. His hand came down hard on my ass and I whimpered. "That's nothing compared to what you're getting. Take your clothes off. Now." He growled pulling away. He went and locked all the doors and put down all the curtains, then watched me as I took off my heels. Taking my time, and keeping eye contact, I slid my skirt off, then my panties. I winked as I took off my shirt and unclasped my bra. I was naked in front of him and he bit his lip scanning me. "You're so fucking hot." He groaned deeply as he closed the distance between us, smashing his lips to mine. I moaned into his mouth as his hands began to wander. His tongue delved into my mouth forcefully, exploring every inch of my mouth. One hand cupped my breast, massaging and pinching the nipple, while his two of his fingers entered my wet core. "You're such a dirty slut. Look how wet you are for me." He spoke huskily as he showed me his fingers. I couldn't help but take his hand and suck the juices off. He bit his lip and watched me suck his fingers. He pulled them out of my mouth and thrusted them back into me full speed, quickly adding another finger. "Fuck!" I screamed at the sensation of his three long fingers, inside me, pumping in and out of me. I was so close. Too close and somehow I think he knew, cause he pulled out. He was so rough. And I was loving it. He ripped off his shirt and pulled down his pants and boxers. He was huge. Fuck. And he knew it. He grabbed me by my hair and pushed me down to my knees. "Come on. Be a good girl." I grabbed his long member in my hand and began to slowly pump him up and down. He moaned and his eyes shut tight at the contact. My tongue made a trail from base to tip. Repeatedly. Before he could argue, I took whatever I could into my mouth. My hand cupping and massaging his balls. He swore and moaned above me, as I hollowed my cheeks to take more of him, sucking harder. I could feel his tip hit my throat and I gagged, the vibrations making him lose it all and release everything into my mouth. I swallowed every last drop and pecked his tip as I released him from my mouth. He petted my head and caressed my cheeks. "Good girl. Now get up and face the wall so I can fuck you." I nodded my head and got up, my chest facing the wall. I felt his body on mine and his arm around my waist. His other hand smacked my bum a couple of times, and I moaned in pleasure and pain. The stinging feeling felt good in an odd way. "Hold on tight babe." He spoke before ramming into me. The both of us moaned at the feeling and he grunted as he began to thrust into me. His hands held my hips hard and I had a feeling I was going to have bruises. He pumped harder and faster every time. My moans and screams encouraging him to go further. "I'm close!" I exclaimed. "Fuck. Hold it." He growled. I didn't know how much longer I could hold it in. It was too hot. His rough hand massaging my breast. His other hand gripping my hips. His lips sucking, biting, and kissing any skin they could get to. His long, hard, member pounding into me mercilessly. "Fuck cum now! Cum for me baby!" He whispered loudly in my ear as his hand began to run harsh circles on my clit. I threw my head back , my nails scratching the wall as I came down harder than ever before. I was moaning and screaming his name, as he was doing the same. He released the same time I did, and we both collapsed on the floor. He laughed and rolled over. "Well that was nice." He said chuckling after our breathing came back to normal. He got up and put his clothes on, while I on the other hand couldn't even get up. He laughed and helped me up, and also aided in clothing me, which took longer than usual. Finally after we were both dressed, he grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a kiss. This one was not at all rough, it was more soft. "I'll see ya tomorrow. Bye babe." I nodded and walked out of class, well more like limped away. Well what can I say...I love detention.