One Direction Imagines and Preferences

Student Teacher

SMUT❌❌

"So you just move the decimal over to the right 3 spaces?"
"Yes, remember King Henry Died Drinking Chocolate Milk? Move the decimal over according to the first letter of those words" I helped, watching as the student got the first answer correct.
"Good job" I smiled, standing up and continuing to walk around the classroom. I felt his eyes on me from his desk, his body leaned back in his chair and legs kicked up on the desk, twirling his pen in hand. He was such a good looking man; blue eyes that I easily melted into every time I looked into them, shielded by brown glasses. His brunette roots that shaded perfectly into the blond tips. His stubble outlining his jawline, and god how good that facial hair would feel between my fingers.
He always wore the first button of his button up shirt undone, allowing me to see the chest hair peeking out. The sleeves were always rolled up to about his elbows, highlighting his biceps. I bit my lip at just the thought of it, watching as he took a stand at the front of the class and started to teach the lesson for the day.
I sat on the counter in the back of the room, pretending to take notes on my laptop but really just watching how his lips formed every word that came out of his mouth. His hands flying about as he tried to express his teachings, the way he would place a hand on his hip as he thought for a moment.
The white shirt contrasted with his black slacks and shoes, and honestly I've never seen a teacher dress so professional. It was unreal how much time I spent looking at him, and I'm sure the kids knew that there was something between us. They weren't stupid, they were all juniors in high school. 16-17 years of age. Chemistry was just a class that they were trying to get by, however I was majoring in the class and student teaching here. Mr. Horan, the beautiful man I had described, was the teacher I was chosen to work along side with. He had to be in his late 20s, no ring was visible on his hand. I was in my early 20s, in my last year of college.
"Miss Y/L/N?" I heard someone whisper, snapping me out of my thoughts. I quickly went over to help the girl in the back of the classroom

"So try to do the lab right now. Get into groups of 3 or 4, and fill out this sheet" mr.Horan told, his voice echoing throughout the room before scrambling around to find the sheet.
"I have them Mr.Horan" I giggled, picking them up off his desk. He sighed in relief, thanking me as I turned on my heel. I handed them out to every group, feeling his eyes trained on my once again.
Not gonna lie, I wore a pencil skirt today instead of the regular black dress pants to try and outline my ass more. The heels I always wore were still on, and my light blue shirt hung just low enough to get a view of my chest, but definitely high enough to be professional.
I stood back and watched as everyone did their lab, waiting for questions that would come around and also intrigued in the experiment.
Soon enough a question came and I walked over, bending down a little to reach the height of the desk.
"The chemical reaction is the color it's changing, do you see the slight green?" I helped, and all of the students nodded and thanked me. I was about to straighten myself up when something gazed my bum, the sudden action making me turn my head around while I stood up. Mr. Horan walked away like it was nothing, and I figured out it was just him trying to get by behind me. But it wasn't his ass side, that was most definitely his crotch that just rubbed against me.
Trying not to think about it, I walked around to the front and watched the experiment unfold.
"Miss Y/L/N" I heard him clear his throat from behind me after he spoke, the sudden call of my name causing me to turn around.
"Would you mind skipping lunch with me today? I have a lot of tests to still grade and was wondering if you could help" he spoke just above a whisper, trying to not let the students overhear.
"Sure" I nodded with a smile, looking away quickly to not maintain eye contact with him. He was so intimidating, so sexy, I was wondering how I would maintain myself this lunch period.

"Clean up everyone, class ends in five." He instructed, walking around the room to make sure everything was put back into place. When the bell rang, I suddenly felt nervous, knowing this was the first time in the whole 3 months I've been student teaching that I would be alone with Mr.Horan.
"So, do you want to split it up half and half?" I questioned, walking over to the pile of ungraded tests. He chuckled deeply from behind me, a small click being heard as he threw his keys onto his desk. Did he just lock us in?
"Miss Y/L/N, let's be honest. You know that's not the reason you're here" he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. Wow, he had nice broad shoulders.
I gulped softly, crossing one leg over the other as I stood there staring at him.
"Um..then why am I here?" I breathed out, watching his every move as he started to circle around me.
"This" he spoke from behind me, grabbing my ass harshly through the material of my skirt
"Is why you're here" he said through gritted teeth, his face near my left shoulder. I couldn't speak, I was frozen in my spot and I felt as if my breath was caught in my throat.
"I could deal with the pants, your ass still looked great in those. But this skirt, damn... I can't help myself" he muttered into my neck, his hand still cupping my bum. He started placing kisses down my neck, so lightly as if it wasn't happening.
"Tell me, Y/N, did you wear this on purpose?" He questioned, one of his hands slowly trailing up my figure; the curve of my waist and around to my front. His big hand placed itself over my left breast, squeezing over my bra. I couldn't help the whimper that slipped passed my lips, my head tilting to the side as he continued his kisses along my neck. When he pulled away my eyes snapped open, waiting for contact of his hands or body somewhere else. He walked around to the front of me, his blue eyes visibly darker than normal under the rims of his glasses. He awaited my answer with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest.
"Yes" I told, earning another deep chuckle from him.
"Now was it all a show for me? Or was it for another teacher you were dying to get laid by" he asked further
"You" I mumbled, looking to the floor as I suddenly grew embarrassed.
"Who?" He asked with a smile, and I knew he was doing it just to tease me
"You" I spoke louder, eyes not dating to meet his
"Don't be all embarrassed now baby girl, we haven't even started" he laughed, taking the step so that our bodies were close. He lifted my chin up with his index finger, gazing into my eyes for a moment.
"You're incredibly sexy" he complimented, hands trailing down both sides of my body to rest at my hips. I stood still, waiting for him to make the first move. Thankfully he leaned forward, and I took the signal to press my lips to his.
It definitely was all lust; our lips moving sloppily against one another yet I couldn't get enough. He pushed me back onto the wall with a thud, my hands moving to wrap around his neck and pull him closer to me. Soon his tongue was asking for entrance as it licked my lower lip, and of course I allowed it.
Out of breath, his lips skimmed down my jaw to my neck, placing kisses all over. I knew we needed to hurry this up though if we wanted to do this before last period, and since lunch started about 3 minutes ago I think we need to get a move on.
"Mr.Horan" I mumbled, pushing him off me. He smirked at the name, still holding my hips but picking his face up to meet mine
"This needs to go fast, lunch ends in 25" I told, raising a knowing eyebrow
"The names Niall" he said, leaning over to press his lips to my ear.
"But you didn't think I'd let you call me that, did you?" He placed a kiss before pulling away, pecking my lips hard and then meeting my gaze
"It's daddy to you"
And just like that he flipped us around, so that he was leaning against the wall and I was in front.
He unzipped his slacks, pulling them down so that his hard on was visible through his boxers.
"This is what you do to daddy every day. Make me hard and then leave without helping me out. You've been a bad girl Y/N, you know what you've been doing to me" he rasped, pulling my hair into a make shift ponytail with his calloused fingertips.
"Help daddy out now, be a good girl" I could practically feel how wet I was; by his words and the whole situation. Snapping out of my thoughts, I pulled his boxers down, allowing his erection to spring free. I licked my lips at the sight; fuck he was thick. All of him was beautiful.
I felt him push my head softly towards him, and I knew he was just as eager as I was. There was no time for teasing, I needed to cut to the chase.
Bringing my hand up to wrap around the base, I pumped him slowly to get him fully hard. I felt his eyes on me as I brought my lips to his tip, giving it a small kiss.
"No teasing baby girl" he commented, tightening his grip on my hair. Without a second thought, I just took all of him in my mouth, tongue rubbing against the under side of him. My nose rubbed against his mound of hair, the smell of him radiating off of him. I pulled off, looking up at him through fluttering eyelashes
"Fuck my mouth, daddy" I instructed, to which Niall's lips turned up into a smirk. The top of his cock hit my lip, waiting for me to open up. I took a deep breath, maintaining eye contact as I opened my mouth, taking him all in. Niall moaned at the sight, angling himself so that my cheek popped out. His thumb ran across my cheek and felt his penis, causing him to visibly shudder in pleasure. He then grabbed my hair and started to thrust in and out of my mouth, never going far enough to make me gag.

That was until the one time he thrusted particularly hard, his tip hitting the back of my throat which caused me to gag and then try and swallow. Moans slipped past his lips as he continued to fuck my mouth, his head leaning back against the wall and his back arching forward. I knew he was about to cum by the way his stomach tensed and how he started to thrust faster, but I instantly pulled away with a pop and stood up. He looked to me with wide eyes, hands still in my hair. I responded to his look by kissing him , hands moving to his hair as he picked his head off the wall. Our lips moved together wildly, my hands trailing down to unbutton his shirt. He shuffled us over to his desk, pants still dangling around his ankles. I successfully unbuttoned the shirt as he kicked off his pants and boxers. I threw my shirt off and over my head, exposing the black lace bra. Niall bit his lip as his fingertips skimmed up my thighs, going to grasp my panties. However when he realized I didn't have any on, he only chuckled and tsked me.
"You were just waiting for daddy to fuck you,huh?"
I couldn't even answer the question, for his finger tapped my clit and made my buck my hips forward suddenly.
"Tell me what you want" he wanted answers? I'll give him answers
"Finger me, daddy. I want to feel your fingers in me"
His index finger trailed up and down my slit, teasingly and he knew what he was doing to me.
"Please" I whimpered, knowing I couldn't take the teasing for long. My needs were satisfied when his long finger penetrated me, slowly moving in and out of me. I groaned softly, gripping his wrist with one hand as the other held his shoulder. His head leaned against my shoulder, watching his hand disappear in and out of my skirt.
Sooner than later he added a second than a third finger, and I could feel my high approaching quickly. Especially when the little fucker tapped my clit over and over. However the pleasure stopped when Niall pulled away, moving to sit in his chair behind the desk. He looked like a god; cock standing tall and free with nothing else on except the button up hanging off his arms. His hair was a mess; pointing every which way.
"Come ride daddy, baby girl" he ordered, patting his lap. I stood off the desk, taking the two steps in my high heels to be stood in front of him. I tossed my bra off to the side, leaving my upper body exposed. The pencil skirt really covered nothing, for Niall's hand pushed it up significantly when he was finger fucking me.
Placing my legs on either side of his waist, I sat on his lap, the rough hair on his thighs giving slight pleasure to my throbbing clit. He placed both hands on my waist, lifting me to settle onto his dick. As I sank down, we both let out loud moans, throwing our heads back in pleasure. I started to bounce up and down on him, my boobs following the motion as well which Niall seemed to love. One of his hands reached to grasp my right breast, twisting my nipple and causing me to cry out in pleasure. I looked to his face, not being able to resist kissing him. Our lips moved lustfully and lazily against one another's, and I was out of breath before I knew it. Niall's hips started thrusting up to meet mine, and my face fell into Niall's neck from all the pleasure. I bit his neck to stop myself from screaming out, until suddenly Niall's movements stopped and he picked me up. I felt empty as he left me, but I was quickly filled once again when I turned around to face the desk, his cock entering me from behind. His chest leaned against my back as he picked up the pace, the desk shaking and some contents falling to the floor.
"See how good daddy fucks you? No one can fuck you like I can" he muttered into my ear. All I could do was moan; his thick cock had my knees buckled up and thoughts fumbled.
He let out a groan when I clenched around him, my high so so close. He trusted as hard as he could and that's when I came, dropping my head to the table to ride out my high. He came only moments after, resting his body against mine for a couple minutes as we both calmed down.
He pulled out, and I was sad that it was over but ecstatic that it actually finally happened. I turned around, finding my bra on the floor and placing it around me. We both redressed, and I watched as he finished up by buttoning up his shirt. Walking over, I helped him by buttoning up the rest that he didn't do, before my gaze met his. He sheepishly smiled at me, leaning down to kiss me softly; much lovelier than the past few times.
"God, been waiting for that for a while" I laughed, trying to ease the situation. He just smiled at me, looking me up and down before letting out a chuckle
"You were asking for it"
I faked a gasp, shaking my head with a smile just as the bell rang. We both looked to each other wide eyed; picking up the materials off the floor as quickly as we could. Students started to enter, and I tried to readjust my hair before they noticed anything was up
"God, it smells awful in here" one muttered, my eyes literally bulging out of their sockets as I looked to Niall, who just gave me a shrug and wink. He went over to his desk and started to write something down, as the students discussed the odd smell in the room
"It was just the experiment from last class" I explained to the class, all of them seeming to believe the lie. Niall placed a piece of paper in my hand, winking once again before going over to teach the class. I leaned against his desk, opening the paper
'I'm taking you out sometime' and his number was written at the bottom. I laughed to myself, watching as he taught the class the same lesson as the last class. And damn, is it just me or did he get sexier?