English
(Y/N POV):
It's been fifteen minutes and your new English teacher still hasn't gotten here yet. You and your friend have been talking the entire time until everyone becomes quiet. When you look up you see a man standing above you. Curly brown hair, emerald green eyes, one hell of a sexy smirk, and a body to die for. If I'm right I see some tattoos too, this man is a sex god. "Ms. (Y/L/N), would you like to inform the class of your conversation or let me teach?" He smirks and walks to the front of the room, taking the attendance before beginning the lesson. As he talks about Romeo and Juliet your eyes stay on him, no one else important. "Class dismissed." You look around to see everyone leaving the room for lunch. There's a small note in front of you with your name on it. "(Y/N), next time you want to stare at the teacher, make sure to bring another pair of pants. Your soaked.." Your eyes widen at your friends note, noticing a small wet spot on your pants. Mr. Styles, the new teacher, is cleaning the chalk board as you get your stuff to leave. "(Y/N), come here please." You walk up to his desk, looking down as you keep your jacket in front of your pants. "Yes Mr. Styles?" He motions for you to sit as he walks to the door. You shrug and put your stuff down, sitting on top of his desk. When he walks back you notice your note in his hands. A blush takes over your cheeks when he finishes reading it, throwing it away. "So..(y/n), I need you to stay after school." He starts kissing down your neck, the spot on your pants growing bigger by the second. "For some extra credit." You gulp and push him away slightly, staring him in the eye. "B-But what if someone finds out?" You stutter out, starting to walk to the door. His smirk grows as he pins you against the door, his fingertips exploring under the hem of your shirt. "Just me and you baby." That's all he says before laying you on a desk, ripping your clothes off along with his. "Now lets see how much of a sex god I am."
