ROSÉ | Special Art.

It wasn't that I was scared, or that I was anxious, but I was terrified. What the hell did my teacher slash stripper need me for during lunch anyways? Irrational thoughts flooded my brain as I sifted through any and every possibility, my eyes trained on the ground as I made my way through the checkered halls.

What was he going to do? Expel me? Expose me for the fact that I wasn't supposed to be in a male strip club?

No less get a lap dance from him, the main male stripper.

And that's another thing. What the hell was he doing there as a male stripper?

I walked down the empty hallways from the cafeteria, everyone currently eating lunch in the commons area, so the halls were eerily vacant. Great, just great. Even the hallways seemed darker today, the white lights above me shining brighter to reveal my obviously flustered and nervous stance.

I made my way down to the end of the hall, approaching what used to be my favorite classroom, and now, was the source of my inner embarrassment. My heart found itself racing, all my thoughts just colliding as I tried to imagine all the possible outcomes of this.

But my time was cut short when I heard the door open without my knuckles even hitting the glossed wood, my fist still hanging in the hair as I was met with a glorious figure standing in front of me.

He stood with confidence, my eyes trailed from  his enriched black suit to his ringed hand holding the door open. A little cross laid tattooed in black ink on one hand, such a simple accent, and yet so powerfully intoxicating.

His eyes were hard and intimidating as he stared at me, I was sure he would bore a hole right through my head. Yet they we as mesmerizing as the rest of him, a cold hard glance that could keep you drowning in those orbs pools of emerald green.

"Rosé."

A single word had never made my heart flutter as quickly as it did when Mr. Styles said it.

And he didn't even call me by my last name like he usually calls his students.

He called me Rosé, in the exact same tone he used during his show last weekend.

It was like an entire new word in itself, one that would make me follow it anywhere. A tone, a demand, in which I would follow anytime. He carried such confidence, such a rough exterior, and yet he was a teacher. He was my teacher, and also, the male stripper who performed my first lap dance.

I don't even know how I managed to speak after he looked at me the way he did; after those images flooded my head.

"Mr. Styles."

And it was with this solid sentence, that I was pulled into the classroom hastily, walking to a halt to turn around to see Mr. Styles close and lock the door behind us.

I stood there for a moment, stiff as I watched my teacher turn around from the locked door, his eyes meeting mine in a harsh stare. His eyebrows and forehead creased, as if he were thinking about something important, something temperamental.

My cheeks grew hot as I couldn't maintain this eye contact for much longer, surely the pink that littered my cheeks underneath my mild freckles were evidence of that.

Mr. Styles seemed to take note of my discomfort, because he gestured to his desk next. "Please, take a seat."

My eyes followed where his ringed hand pointed to, a student desk that was the closest to his own desk. I hesitantly made my way to have a seat like he demanded, watching as my teacher's Gucci strapped shoes walked to lean against his desk with his arms crossed.

My eyes trailed up his intimidating figure, my breath seemed to catch in my throat like an idiot as I finally met his eyes with a gulp. He truly was breathtaking, and he knew it.

His arms crossed over his chest, his toned arms protruding through the tight sheathed fabric of his work suit. His ringed hands crossed in between his arms, catching the light just right. The sight of his ringed hands took me back to the night of the strip club, in which I was reminded of my teacher's alter persona. I couldn't deny how absolutely captivating and just intense it was. I had never felt anything like that, no one had ever touched me like that..

Jesus, get a grip, Rosé.

Mr. Styles pressed his knuckles to his lips, leaning against his hand as he thought for a moment. He was obviously thinking very seriously about something, and from the looks of it, he looked like this had been consuming him.

"So, did you bring your lab work?"

Rosé furrowed her eyebrows, not expecting that question. "Uh..well, yeah. It's in my bag."

Mr. Styles nodded briefly, turning around to walk around his desk. "You won't be needing it."

I tensed, freezing midair as I stopped unzipping my backpack to look over to Mr. Styles. His hands were placed flat on his desk, hovering over his papers as he stared at me.

"We need to discuss it."

I swallowed nervously, my heart raced at a million miles per fucking hour. Fuck, I thought we could drop this, I don't want to talk about it. It's awkward enough as it is, what was there to talk about?

"About what?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Rosé."

There is was. The same tone he used to say my name that he used when he did the lap dance for me. My teacher gave me an actual lap dance at a strip club I wasn't even supposed to be at, for my birthday.

What the hell are we supposed to do now, there's no way I'll ever see him the same way again. Not that it'd be much different.

"What-.."

"I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot that night."

I stopped talking, my mouth still open as if I were about to speak. But the intimidating stare of emerald green eyes that belonged to my teacher stopped me. The way he held himself, the way he stared at me, was just too overwhelming.

"But, I need you to understand how important it is, that you not speak about our little rendezvous this weekend."

His low voice was stern and intense, yet with a hint of pleading as he walked around his desk, tapping his ringed knuckles on the wood as he slid them off the table.

"Something like this could jeopardize my career, you understand, don't you?"
His accented voice carried well, but to me it drowned everything else besides his words.

No shit it could jeopardize his career. If something like this got out, and into the ears of the school board, he'd be fired in an instant. Especially if they learned he gave me, one of his students, a lap dance. Male stripper by night and teacher by day was a new one.

He made his way towards me, my eyes locked with mine in a heated glare. Jesus, if he keeps looking at me like that I just might die.
His tattooed hands twisted the rings around his fingers as he slowly stepped toward me, going to stand behind my chair.

I stared straight ahead, and tensed once I felt his hands hit the desk on either side of me, his rings clinking as they were placed flat on the surface. His face is inches away from mine, I can feel his breath on my neck and eyes scanning my face.

I could smell his cologne, a rich, wood-like smell. It smelled expensive, but goddamn was it sexy.

"Can you keep this secret for me, Rosé?" His voice was in a low whisper and it cracked with a gravely skip.

I couldn't speak. The way I could smell his cologne, the way I could feel his chocolate curls brush against my cheek as his face was only centimeters away from mine. It was all so overwhelming, I couldn't seem to form a sentence.

"I.."

"Your hair.." He mumbled, and I could feel his nose press into my own brown curly brown hair, the tip grazed my cheek. "It smells like cherry blossoms."

Holy fuck, he was right.

My breathing shuttered as I exhaled, feeling his breath grazing my neck as his arms caged me seated at the desk.

This time, I felt his lips just barely skim my ear as he whispered, "You can keep this a secret, can't you, Rosé? For me."

God, the way my name dripped from his lips in my ear with such a divine and leathery luster was enough to make me drop my panties right there. Again.

"Yes sir." I forced, trying to compose myself.

Memories and images flashed from last weekend's eventful night at the strip club. The way he grinded against me, the way his chest was glossed with oil underneath his tattoos, the way he looked at me with those black eyeliner eyes. I drooled at the thought. And if I could see him correctly, it looked like he was enjoying it too.

I shook my head, settling myself down as he seemed to notice this. This was so embarrassing, getting flustered by your teacher. Getting sexually flustered by your teacher.

"Wonderful."

Mr. Styles pushed himself off the desk, his presence and cologne scent now leaving me.
I breathed a sigh of relief that I could breath again, but he just rounded the desk to press his hands flat against the desk a few inches in front of me, my eyes staring at his ringed hands.

"Now that that is taken care of.."

My hazel eyes drifted up to meet his intense verdant ones, his lips pink as they smirked slightly. Those lips.

"Do you have any questions on my homework this past weekend?"

I furrow my eyebrows, "What homework?"

He placed both of his tattooed hands palms down against my desk, leaning forward a bit. His eyes flickered between mine and my lips, just staring at me. He gave me a smug smirk, his dimple creasing at his cheek.

And judging from his smug expression yet lustful change of expression, I knew he could only be referring to-

"The little dance I gave you." His accented voice had depended, as if that were possible. "Any questions or concerns about your lap dance?"

He stared at me intently, referring to the strip shoe I had watched by accident. Was he really asking me what I thought of it? What my opinions were? If I liked it?

What the hell am I supposed to say, Yeah, it was hot I was really into it, let's do it again sometime.

"I'm not really - I don't really," I stumbled over my words, drawing a blank. "I don't really know about that kind of stuff anyways, so I'm good."

Good? Great, now I made it sound like I was a prude.

The effect that Mr. Styles has on me enough to make me stumble over my words and make my mind go blank of everything except him, was beyond my comprehension.

And why he opened his plump lips to say something again was beyond me. 

"That was your first?" His lips were tugged at the ends in a smirk, a single curl from his hair had fallen over his eyes.

I blushed, surely showing my light freckles on my nose. This is so embarrassing. "Yeah.."

"You don't know about that stuff? About the art of pleasuring someone else?"

I nearly choked on my spit, averting my gaze from my teacher's intimidating eyes. I shook my head slowly, trying to avoid any and all confrontation. What the hell is happening?

What kind of question was that?

Mr. Styles nodded his head a bit, reaching one of his hands to press against his bottom lip, pulling at it as he thought about something. I lowered my head, knowing he was probably thinking about a way to get me to keep quiet.

"Why don't I tutor you then?"

I looked up at his with confused and wide eyes, thinking that I surely heard him wrong. "What?"

He smirked, leaning his head down a little bit closer, as if wanting only me to hear his words.

"I'll tutor you in my special art."

His words fell from his lips like a forbidden sin, one that was surely completely illegal to exchange with his student. Special art. Tutoring. School. Mr. Styles flirting with me.

I had no idea Mr. Styles could be this way in the school setting, but damn, was it hot.

"What do you mean?" I had an idea of what he meant, but for my own sake, I wanted to hear him say it.

He grinned at this, as if he could tell the affect he had on me was insane. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he enjoyed it.

"Consider is an exchange - a bargain." He started, his eyes now serious again as he stared at me. "You keep those pretty lips shut tight about that night, and I'll tutor you a bit more in my art."

My cheeks reddened, the room suddenly seemed so quiet and the only thing I could hear was my heart pounding out of my chest. I crossed my legs, trying to play off my embarrassment and obvious slight arousal.

"No one will know, but you and me. This is our little agreement. Your cooperation of silence in exchange for personalized tutoring sessions."

He tilted his head at me, his curls falling slightly to one side as he waited for my response. Stop doing that, stop being hot.

He knew. He knew what he does to me.

He knows that I want this so badly, judging from all the daydreaming fantasies I have of him in class

Holy shit, what am I getting myself in to here.

I thought for a moment. He wouldn't be offering this unless he was sure it would earn my silence, and I wasn't sure why he felt like he had to bribe me for this. Why he felt like bribing me with pleasure lessons.

But either way, no matter how hard I tried, I knew I couldn't resist the authority of my teacher. And goddammit, I couldn't resist my needs any longer.

"When would they start?"

He smirked, content that I was agreeing to his proposal. I am so dead for this. But damn, did I love the thrill I was getting.

He pushed himself off the desk he was leaning on, his face now leaving our close proximity. His hands came to mess with his rings on one hand, and I watched as the veins of his tattooed hands flexed with every movement. Damn those hands.

"Today after school," He started, moving his cuff links of his suit to expose his tattooed forearm to read his watch.

"If you decide that this is something you'd be interested in, I'll be here after school until 5:00."

I tensed, nodding to say that I understood. I knew this could get me in a lot of trouble, but hey, I can't go against my teacher's authority right? Right.

Plus, what's the harm in having a little fun? I mean, that's all Layla has been telling me to do, so fine.

The bell rang, signaling that lunch was over and that his class would soon fill with other students. I gathered my things, standing up to quickly make my way to his door.

"Have a good day, Ms. Flores." He called from his stance of where he was at my desk, his hands tucked in his dress pants pockets.

"I hope to see you soon.."

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author's note :

GUYS THE PLOT IS STARTING UP.

kinda into this story ngl. also, in love with the cover, harry really looks good in anything doing anything.

please let me know your thoughts, & opinions on this chapter/story so far!! i love to read them <3

thank you so much for reading!

all my love, xoxo

WORD COUNT
2718
PUBLISHED
December 11, 2020
at 9:05 AM.