good girl; h.s. a.u.

five //

The remainder of the class took forever; Mister Styles almost refused to make eye contact with me for the duration of the class. I thought I had did something wrong, maybe I misread the situation, but right before the bell for dismissal, a note was placed on my desk as he walked by. 

Meet me at lunch.  xx

My classes seemingly took years to go through, dragging on and on. Once the final bell had rung, I almost sprinted to my locker to place my books inside before going directly to his door. I raised my hand to knock, and before my fist even made contact, it swung open his emerald eyes locking with mine. 

Opening my mouth to speak, I'm cut short as his fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling me to his chest before slamming the door behind us. Hearing the click of the lock, it almost flips a switch in his eyes as a smirk plays across his face. His cologne fills my senses as he pushes me against the door with his body, his hips digging into mine as he trails his hands down my thighs, raising one up to his waist as his eyes never leave me. 

"Do you enjoy teasing me?" He whispers, his fingers digging into the exposed skin. Swallowing hard, a giggle escapes my lips as I nod, biting my bottom lip. "Can I kiss you?" He speaks so low I can barely hear him. 

Instead of answering, I tuck a curl behind his ear, slowly closing what little space was left between us as my lips met his. My stomach turned, and a fire spread through my veins, expanding through every nerve as his lips danced with mine. 

Feeling his hands palm the back of my thighs, I gasp into the kiss as he lifts me up to his waist fully and walks towards his desk. Once the cool wood is pressed against my bare skin, I break from the kiss and tilt my head back, gasping for the air that had seemingly left my lungs. Mister Styles wastes no time before his lips are attacking my neck, nipping ever so gently as his hands move to my blouse, almost popping the buttons as he works his way down. He moves towards my now exposed collar bones, ripping the material from my chest, as he leaves sloppy kisses over the bare skin. 

"I want to taste you, my little princess," He purrs, his fingers moving to the waistband of my skirt before tugging harshly. The fabric is thrown to the floor, leaving me in just my bralette, half of my blouse and panties. My mouth hangs slightly open as he begins his descent down my stomach, switching from small nips to wet kisses. 

My breath hitches in my throat as his fingers pull down my thong, leaving me completely bare from the waist down. "You're so fucking sexy," He almost growls before ducking down and pulling my legs forward so I sat just at the edge of the desk. His curls begin to tickle the inside of my thigh as he moves closer, the anticipation causing me to squirm under him. 

Fuck. 

His tongue glides up my core slowly, his hands wrapping from under my thighs to keep me in place. Swirling his tongue around my clit, a moan escapes my throat as I throw my head back, my toes curling from ecstasy. 

"So wet," he mutters before gliding his tongue over me once more. 

"Are you a virgin?" He pauses, a groan of frustration erupting from me due to the lack of his contact. Taking in a moment to register his question, I can feel my cheeks flush as I slowly nod. "You're marvelous," he coos, before ducking his head once more, only for his lips to suck on my clit, sending a shiver up my spine. Just as I feel the familiar tension building inside of me, my eyes shoot open as his finger glides up and down my center before slowly entering me. 

"Oh my fuck," I cry out, screwing my eyes shut. He must like the response that my body is giving him, because moves slowly, in and out, almost giving me time to fully adjust to the new sensation. Once the tightness eases, he begins to pick up pace, his tongue never leaving my clit as he goes from gentle flicks to sucking. "Come for me, princess," He murmurs, pumping his finger in and out, arching it every time to hit a spot that causes little whimpers to escape my lips. 

"Look at me," he growls, slowing his pace. Opening my eyes, I look down as his eyes brighten in satisfaction. The sight of him alone is enough for me to unravel, a moan following as the tension finally releases, my legs fighting him to close shut. His emerald eyes glistens with lust as he watches me, his lips placing gentle kisses on my thighs as I come down from my high and almost collapse upon his desk. 

"You're beautiful when I make you come," he smirks, standing up and pulling my limp body to his chest. My head falls perfectly at the crook of his neck as his arms wrap around my waist, holding me close. I can feel his bulge press against my thigh as he sighs into my hair. 

"Do you want me to -," I begin, pulling away from him and glancing down to the tightness in his pants. Chuckling, he pulls me back to him, placing a swift kiss on my forehead. "Not here darling. If I were to see you on your knees, I don't think I could control myself." 

Nodding slowly, I feel the heat rush to my cheeks once again as a small smile graces my lips. Slowly pulling my blouse over my bare shoulders, I begin to button it as Mister Styles pulls away to retrieve my skirt. "How much longer until your birthday?" He asks, watching as I pull my skirt up and tuck my shirt in. 

"Two days." 

"Let me take you out to dinner?" He asks, but it comes out more like a demand than a request. "Wear something sexy," He adds, bringing me in for a swift peck on the lips before pulling away. Just as I begin to question it, the bell rings. 

"See you tomorrow, love." He calls, placing a swift tap on my behind as I walk towards the door, earning a small yelp. 

"Goodbye, Mister Styles.: