Dirty Diaries/ 1D & 5SOS

Dirty Student// Harry Styles

"Now class, I want that essay turned in by Monday." Ms (y/l/n) said as the bell dismissed for the end of the day. Today is the day. I thought to myself as I walked towards the door. As the last student stepped out of the room I shut and locked the door behind them, then I pulled down the cloth that covers the door's window.

"Mr. Styles, is there something you need?" she asked. I gulped and turned to face her.

She had her eyebrows raised in question, but that's not what I focused most of my attention on, she was wearing a black tight fitted pencil skirt with a white flowy blouse that dipped showing some of her cleavage. I licked my lips and started to walk towards her. She asked me again if I needed anything, I nodded and kept walking to her. Once I was an arms length away from her desk, I stopped and pulled out a bandana and some rope from my backpack.

She furrowed her brow in confusion, and asked what the items were for. I raked my fingers through my unruly curls and bit my lip. She sat down on her swivel chair and told me that if I had nothing important to discuss, then I should just leave.

Oh, this is very important. I thought as a smirk found its way to my lips. I put the bandana around her mouth, and while she was too focused on the bandana, I tied down her wrists to the arm rests.

She tried to yell at me but all that came out was muffled gibberish. I chuckled and bent down to her level. Her eyes had rage in them, but there was occasional flickers of lust.

I laid my hands on her thighs and started rubbing them. Her breath sped up. I moved my hands under her pencil skirt, and massaged her bare thighs. There was a muffled squeak from my favorite Sex Ed. Teacher, Ms (y/l/n).

"Now Ms (y/l/n), what kind of Sex Ed. Teacher would you be if you didn't give private lessons?" I asked in a sickly sweet voice.

I moved my hands to her inner thighs, right by her p*ssy, that was desperate for attention. I smirked when I heard her whine.

"What's this called again, oh that's right. Teasing. Didn't we learn this just last week?" I bit my lip and cocked my head to the side, taunting her.

I've always been confident about sex and foreplay. I've had sex before, about 4 times, all with bitchy ex-girlfriend's that I didn't give a damn about. I know what I'm doing, and I know Ms (y/l/n) has experience. If she didn't I would be amazed. She's the hottest and youngest teacher I've ever had the pleasure of having. She sat there in her chair vulnerable, nervous, and undeniably sexy. I moved my hand up so my thumbs skimmed her panties. I could feel the lace getting damper with every touch. I wonder when the last time she got off was.

"God, you just keep getting wetter by the minute," I chuckle. She blushed and bucked her hips up when I pressed my thumb to her clit unexpectedly. She whimpered and fell back in the chair. I licked my lips, removed my thumb and pulled down her skirt. She lifted her hips to help the process.

"A little eager, are we?' She flushed, "Babe, you should be very eager for what I'm about to do to you."

Okay, so this is my first ever, anything. So I would like to get feedback, I'm good with constructive criticism, so yeah whatever. Hope you stick around for whats to come (haha no pun intended)

OKay... biye... ~louis_bae1224