One Direction One Shots

Trust Me ( Niall smut)

Summary: Mr. Niall Horan, your Geography teacher made love to his student. (;

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* Your point of view *

I scooted next to my friend in the middle of the class when Mr. Horan walked in. "Good morning class!" Our cheery Geography teacher greeted.

"Good morning to you too Mr. Horan!" We greeted back and took a seat again then he started the lesson.

I was paying attention to what he was telling the class as always. Mr. Horan looked into my eyes while talking. I smiled at him. I thought he was going to look away but he didn't instead, he stared at me intensely. His eyes, so beautiful, like I was lost in a deep blue sea for awhile. I looked away from him and lowered my head. I could feel myself blushing. Few seconds later, I looked up and his attention wasn't on me anymore. I observed if he'd look at my classmates the way he did to me, but he didn't even though all eyes were on him.

Mr. Horan's eyes lingered on me again, I couldn't help but stare back. His gaze went from my face down to my chest, then slowly roamed to my legs. I froze. Was he checking me out?

The bell rang indicating the class was over. I sighed heavily, releasing the breathe that I didn't know I was holding.

Mr. Horan clapped his hands to get our attention, because everyone was too busy packing their things. "Alright class. That's all for today! You may go now!" He smiled widely. I was about to leave the room with my friends when Mr. Horan added, "Except for you (Y/N)."

I stopped my track, stunned, My friends and I exchanged a weary glance before they headed to our next class first.

I sat at an empty chair infront of Mr.Horan's desk as we waited for the last student to leave the room. I put my head down, fidgeting my fingers, confused as to why he wanted me to stay. Did I fail his subject? Was that the reason why he kept staring at me? I snapped my head to the door when I heard a "click" sound. Mr. Horan had closed it.

I nervously watched him return to his desk. He sat down, cleared his throat and looked at me with those big blue eyes. Gosh, so beautiful. I gave him a small smile.

"Is there something wrong Mr. Horan?"

"This is the result of your last test" He put his grade record notebook on his table.

"Did I... fail?" My voice croaked. I can't fail. I shouldn't. I worked my butt off to pass my subjects especially now that I'm in my senior yr.

"Just come over here and see it yourself" His face turned serious. I gulped. I walked beside him to see it myself. The letters were so small so I bent forward to read my grade clearly. Nothing is wrong, I'm still the top in his class. I sighed in relief. I turned to him furrowing my eyebrows. "I don't see any problem with my grades sir Horan."

"I know. Apparently, my little friend here has a problem" His thick Irish accent filling the room and pointed his finger down his crotch. I looked down at the bulge forming in his pants.

Before my mind could process what was happening, he moved closer and whispered to my right ear since I was on his left side, "And I need your help." He gently squeezed my bum that made me squeal.

"I... I can't do it" He wanted to have sex with me... Of course that's why he was looking at me that way! What else could the reason be? I mentally slapped myself for how naïve I was.

I started to panic. I turned around and made a run to the door. I turned the knob but it wouldn't budge.

I heard a screeching sound of a chair that made me jump around. It was Mr. Horan, standing and laughing now.