Can I Help You, Mr. Styles? (Zarry AU)

Ch. 3 - Dangerous

A/N: God, Semi-fetus Zayn is so delicious. On with the chapter
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Zayn's POV

*before last period*

Fuck.

That fucking teacher is gonna be the fucking death of me because...just...

Fuck.

It took everything thing in me not to get a RAGING boner this whole morning.

His face was less than 6 inches away from my face every single time he talked to me. That means something right?

He shamelessly flirted with me in the hallway, hinting at the fact that he wouldn't be opposed to fucking me in the backseat of his car. That absolutely had to mean something.

My dick twitched at the thought of my palms pressed into the black seat of his car as he did unimaginable things to me.

"OW!"

A boy with brown, straight hair that was short on the sides yelled.

He was wearing a white V-neck and had on a red and black flannel over it, and low riding jeans with high tops.

I whistled, raking my eyes over his body, his muscles bulging from under his rolled up sleeves.

"Sorry mate," I said through a smile. "If I was paying attention, I definitely would've seen you," I gushed.

He threw his head back laughing.

"Someone's a little flirt today."

I just shrugged my shoulders and stepped forward and letting my eyes wander down to his crotch.

I reached out my hands and his eyebrows rose but he didn't speak.

I hooked one pointer finger on each hand into the loops of his belt, pulling him closer.

I looked up at him, catching my bottom lip between my teeth, and leaned up, giving him a lingering kiss on his jaw, before moving my hands to the side of his face and the back of his neck.

I was happy to feel that his hands had migrated. One hand on my hip, and one hand slowly sliding towards my ass.

I let my tongue slip out of my mouth as I took his earlobe into my mouth, sucking lightly.

He made a little groan, his hand now on my ass, groping me.

I smiled and looked at his face, my smile turning to a smirk when I saw his chocolatey eyes had turned dark.

I winked before whispering in his ear and saying "Thanks, Liam."

He chuckled and said "No problem, but next time, don't give me a boner."

I gave the sexiest laugh possible before looking up at him through my lashes.

He groaned and looked at me with angry, but playful eyes.

He buried his face in my neck before he  pushed his thigh in between my legs, causing me to moan.

"Fuck you." I said through my teeth.

"Gladly." He said cockily.

I rolled my eyes and smirked, sliding out from under his grip where he had me pinned against the lockers.

I walked down the hall for my last class of the day, and I didn't miss how Mr. Styles stared at me from the doorway of his classroom, jaws clenched, as he left presumably for his lunch break.