Teacher Imagine

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You walk into your final class of the day, maths class, and see your teacher Mr. Marcel Styles greeting everyone with his amazing dimpled smile.

"Good afternoon, Y/N!" He smiles at you and you blush.

You've had a crush on him ever since you started the year.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Styles." You sheepishly reply and head to your seat.

You watch as Mr. Styles greets the class all as one and begins his lecture. You watch as his arm carefully writes an equation

He'll never like me.

You think to yourself.

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When the bell rings, signalling that the day is over. All the other kids shoot up from their seats while you carefully and slowly put your books away, adoring Mr. Styles. He catches your eyes and you blush. You make your way to the door with the last few students but Mr. Styles stops you

"Can I talk to you, Y/N? It's regarding your project." He says, watching the other students leave the classroom

"Um... Sure." You reply

He closes the door behind the students and shuts the blinds

"Uh... Mr. Styles...? Is this really regarding my project or...?" You're confused. Mr. Styles loosens his red tie

"Like hell it's regarding your project." He growls as he grabs your hips and pulls you towards his, "You feel that, Y/N?" He whispers in your ear as you feel his erection press against your front.

You nod your head, still trying to process what's going on

"It's because of you." He says

At first you're a little stunned with what he's doing but you catch on as soon as his soft pink lips connect with yours

"I've been waiting for quite a long time to destroy you." He says as he kisses down your neck and finds your sweet spot

"Mr. Styles..." You moan

"Babe, call me Daddy."

He places you on his desk and his hands roam up your shirt. You wrap your legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to bring him closer to you.

"Destroy me, Daddy..." You beg as Mr. Styles rips your shirt off over your head. You arch your back as he takes off your bra and throws it on the floor. His large hands grab your breasts as he slowly massages them in a torturing manner. He brings his lips to your nipple and bites it. You moan loudly and hold back a scream. His skilled tongue plays with your nipple as the other hand still massages your other breast, making your nipples hard. Soon, he stops and takes off your jeans and underwear. He begins teasing your entrance. Slowly sliding in two fingers then pulling out. He bends down and begins licking you. Tasting you.

He stands up and takes off his pants and boxers. He slips on a condom and without warning, he thrusts into you. You scream but his hand covers your mouth.

"Fuck." He curses, "You're so tight, baby."

"Or maybe you're just so big..." Yo say and he chuckles

"Maybe." He gives you an evil smirk as he continues to destroy you.

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A/N:

I'm so....

I can't....

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