One Direction Imagines

Not What I Expected *Harry Styles One Shot

"I want you to look into getting a tutor (Y/N), you're not doing your best in this class," Mrs. Willis said giving me a totally fake concerned smile. I nodded my head giving her an equally fake smile. I took my test from her and turned around, "Fuck you too," I mumbled under my breath. "What was that?" she asked. "Hmm, what oh nothing," I said turning to leave. I rolled my eyes now I was going to have to find a tutor. "Hey babe," I said finding Brad my boyfriend waiting at my locker. "Hey, what took you so long?" he asked as I got my stuff out of my locker. "Mrs. Willis was telling me I failed her test and that I should get a tutor," I said rolling my eyes. "I'll tutor you," he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "You and I both know I don't need any tutoring in that department, and I think she means a real tutor your grade is worse than mine in that class," I said walking around him. He glared at me and I know I shouldn't have said that. "Yeah well you could be better, at both," he said storming off. My mouth hung open great he was going to be an ass all day. I rolled my eyes and walked myself to class. "Hey (Y/N)," (Y/F/N) said as I took my seat, "No Brad time today?" "Nope, I pissed him off," I said shrugging. "What did you do?" "Doesn't matter, hey is your brother any good at math?" I asked knowing he was a bit of a nerd. "Nope, but his friend Harry is in my math class and I swear he has a hundred." "Do you think he could tutor me?" I asked hopeful. "I can ask," (Y/F/N) said nodding. "Thanks," I said turning to pull my stuff out. The rest of the day Brad gave me his attitude and I gave him mine. I wasn't going to apologize for pointing out the obvious. (Y/F/N) found me at lunch and told me that Harry agreed to meet with me after school to tutor me I just had to meet him in the library. I opened the door to the library looking for the person I realized I didn't know what he looked like. "(Y/N)?" some one asked. I turned around finding a curly haired boy with black rectangular glasses standing there. "That's me, you must be Harry," I said nodding. "That's me, why don't we go into one of the studying rooms," he said gesturing me to the rooms at the back. I walked through the door finding a long table in the middle of a small white room. I took a seat and he followed sitting next to me. "Now what exactly is it you need help with?" Harry asked pulling out his math book and notes. "Everything," I muttered pulling out my test and note book, "Mostly the test we just had because I totally bombed it," I said flipping it over. He flinched at my grade and nodded his head opening to the appropriate chapter. We worked on a few practice problems and then got to work on correcting my test. Harry was a genius at this stuff and I felt I was actually learning something. "See you know what your doing," he said sitting back in his seat. "Good now can we take a break for a second?" I asked stretching my arms sitting up straight. "You only have a few more questions left," he pointed out, but I knew this I just didn't want to finish them because then I would have to leave. I was starting to like him, kind of. I know that may sound horible because I have a boyfriend but Brad was an ass half the time anyway. "You know you really grasp this stuff quick, so why are you failing?" I looked at him for a second debating on if I should tell him, "Brad's an idiot," I say simply shrugging my shoulders. "Who's Brad?" "Brad is my boyfriend," I said. I could see his face fall slightly at that news and I continued, "and he doesn't like it when I get better grades then him." "So you fail on purpose?" he asks. "Pretty much, and I don't like Mrs. Willis so when she speaks I kind of tune her out," I say shrugging again. He nods his head slowly as if he understands but I know he probably thinks I'm stupid for doing such a thing. "So why are you with someone who's bringing you down like that?" "Because its what's expected of me. I'm a cheerleader and cheerleaders aren't smart and they date the jocks," I said shrugging again I was noticing I did a lot of that. "Well if you ask me its stupid to do what people expect of you if you do that then you become just another robot in this world," he said sounding passionate about his opinion. "Yeah I guess you're right I mean you clearly don't look like a nerd," I said gesturing to him. "Okay?" he said confused. "I mean you look hot, I bet you could have any girl at this school. Looking at you I wouldn't expect you to be passing any classes." "So you can't be pretty and pass your classes?" he asks smirking at me. I was guessing he caught the part where I said he was hot, "Like I said its not what's expected." "So what would be expected in this situation that is?" he asked curiously. "Well, expectations would say, we study I learn something, we go our separate ways, and I fuck my boyfriend later," I say nodding my head. I know that's what I expected to happen at least before I saw him and before I started talking to him. "So if all of that is expected and we shouldn't do what's expected, what should we do?" he asks egging me on. I smirk at him I knew what he was getting at and I wanted it. I leaned forward my hand landing on his thigh, "You're the one that said we shouldn't do what's expected so why don't you show me," I suggested wanting to see if he really had the nerve to do something. He leaned forward an attached his lips to mine. His lips were tentative and warm they molded to mine and made me crave more. This was better than any kiss Brad and I had shared hands down. I moved forward placing myself halfway in his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist playing with the hem of my shirt. I licked his lips teasingly waiting for him to respond he parted his lips and let me take the lead. I tangled my tounge with his my hands on both of his cheek. One of his hands slipped down to my thigh and back up under my skirt this time. He trailed his hand up all the way to my panties where his fingers brushed over the dampening fabric. I gasped into his mouth as he pressed his fingers against my clit. I pushed his hand away and stood up. He looked at me questioningly. I straddled his waist I kissed his lips again going for his neck. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I nodded my head against his neck continuing my attack on it. He moaned out his hands finding the hem of my shirt. He pulled it over my head his mouth finding my neck this time. He kissed his way down biting on the swell or my breast. His fingers fumbled with the clasp on my bra and his glasses fell off of his face. He stood up picking me up with him. He placed me on the table and pushes all the stuff off of it. I'm so ready for him that I don't even care my Vera Bradley bag has been knocked to the floor. He kissed me hungrily and I have to say I'm liking this side of him. He pulls back and strips himself of his shirt and pants. From his tight boxer briefs I can see the outline of his prominent member. I bite my lips feeling the wetness getting worse. He pulls me to the end of the table my ass the only thing still on the table. He reached for my skirt and pulled it down my legs with my panties. I wraped my legs around him and pulled him against me. His clothed member brushes against my dripping center and I can't help but moan into his mouth. His tounge is tangled with mine and I wonder what it would feel like inside of me. He slips his boxers down his legs and grips himself positioning himself at my entrance. "Oh, fuck," I moan as he slips inside of me. I can feel myself streatch to accommodated his size. "So tight," he moans his head falling to the crook of my neck. He rocks his hips into mine over and over again picking up speed as he goes. My body is feeling week and I can't hold myself up any more. I fall back against the table my body splayed out in front of him. His hands ease up my thighs while he pounds into me. He reaches my clit his thumb circling the tiny nerve bundle. I can feel myself nearing an orgasm and I can't hold in any sounds. "I can't hold on any longer," I moaned right before I felt myself begin to shake. My walls clenched and released pleasure washing through my whole body. He thrusts his hips forward hard and cums loudly. "Oh, fuck," he moans pulling out. I sit up panting loudly reaching out for him. I pull him into me my arms wrapped around his neck. I kissed him on the lips before standing. I gathered my clothes and put them back on feeling extremely satisfied. More so than when I was with Brad. "Do you want to finish those questions now?" Harry asked leaning against the table his clothes back on. "Maybe tomorrow," I said adjusting his shirt giving him a peck on the lips. I pull back and give him a wink before grabbing my stuff. As I head for the door he speaks again, "Same time?" he asks. I nod my head, "Same place too," I say heading out off the door. "Shh," The librarian snaps at me. I blush thankful that the study rooms are sound proof or she would have heard more than just me talking. That definintly wasn't what I expected.