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"Mr.Styles.." She moaned, his touch burning her skin with every skim of his fingers he made across her delicately curved body.
She wasn't the skinniest, yet she wasn't the largest. Her body wasn't perfect in her eyes, yet to him, it seemed that she was, indeed, perfect.

"God, I love it when you moan it like that.." He groaned in her ear.

She stared up at his emerald orbs as he hovered above her laying on his desk, a couple single strands of his curls falling over his eyes as he stared down at her with darkened, hungry eyes.

"Rosé, you have no idea of how long I've wanted to do this with you.." He breathed huskily.

His words had her back arching, his lustful voice sending a wave of yearning all the way down to her core.

She subconsciously rolled her hips against his, moaning softly as her core brushing along his already hardened member, earning a pleasured growl from her teacher.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to just take you..just take you right here and bend you over my desk.." Mr. Styles whispered in her ear, his lips moving to nibble at her earlobe.

"And to just fuck you so damn hard, that you can't walk for the rest of the school day."

Rosé moaned softly at his words, his words only turning her on more.

The sexual tension between them was so intense, it heated their bodies as they pressed against each other.

Rosé looked up at him with yearning desire, wanting nothing more than for him to take her right here, right now, on his desk.
Surprisingly, she already had a preference. She wanted him to be rough with her, and that was something she had never felt before.

"Mr. Styles, w-we shouldn't be doing this.." Rosé's breaths were shuttering with every kiss that Mr. Styles placed on her neck.

His messy yet perfectly kept curly hair brushed along her neck, his soft, plump lips trailing kisses up from her collarbone to her jawline, eventually allowing his lips to hover just above hers.

"But.. won't we get in trouble? What if we're caught?"
She struggled to get the words out, his breath fanning her lips like a flame. Their eyes met in a lustful lock, Mr. Styles had this look in his eyes—pure desire.

Mr. Styles' emerald green eyes darkened her words, as if he liked the idea. "All the more fun, darling.."

He bit his lips before allowing his eyes to flicker down to look at her own lips. He eyed them hungrily as he looked up to gaze Rośe straight in the eyes, leaning down to hover his lips over hers again, their mouths brushing against each other.

Mr. Styles moaned softly at the yearning to press his lips to Rosé's, his lips just skimming her own.

Rosè had wanted this for so long. She's dreamt of what this would be like. She's daydreamed of Mr. Styles during class, her focus always drifted.

But just before they could press their lips together, he spoke. "Rosé.." He groaned, wantonly.

"Yes.." Her words desperate and breathy, her eyes still glued to his lips.

"Rosé." He said again, this time, more dominantly.

She furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes meeting his now. "Yes?"

"Rosé?"

I snapped out of my daydream, and shot my head up from leaning against my hands, my attention regained.
I looked up to see my teacher, looking down at me with those hypnotizing piercing eyes.

My eyes trailed from his gorgeous eyes to completely drink up his appearance.

My eyes trailed from his eyes to his neck where his chained crucifix laid upon his broad chest that peeked out of his slightly unbuttoned black shirt.
I was practically drooling by the time my eyes reached his ringed fingers that were placed in the pockets of of his perfectly pressed ivory pleated wool tapered pants. When my eyes reached his dress shoes, I saw that they had the signature Gucci buckle top, and that's when I realized that is entire outfit, was Gucci again.

He wore stuff like that a lot, I now realized.

With his double pay being a male stripper and a teacher, maybe he really could afford outfits like this.

But his entire outfit sent me through the roof. From the black and white theme, to his slightly unbuttoned shirt, to his curly hair and ringed fingers, it was enough to make any girl's panties drop to the floor fast.

Like it did for me.

No wonder I had been daydreaming about having sex with him this whole time. But with that outfit, who wouldn't?

"Ms. Flores?"

His dreamy voice snapped me out of my engrossingly dirty thoughts, making my eyes drift back up to meet his emerald eyes once again.

"Yes sir?" I spoke up, trying to gather myself.

I took a look around for a moment, relieved to see that everyone was busy doing chemistry lab work with their tables.

Good, so they weren't paying attention to me checking out my teacher or waking up from a sex daydream.

"I noticed that you weren't participating in the group lab work?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows, his accent was enough to make me weak in the knees.

I tried to pull it together. "O-Oh. Right! Right, I was just thinking.." I trailed off, trying to come up with a believable lie to pass off.

Mr. Styles' eyes had this look of worry cross his eyes for a moment, before it was replaced with a mischievous smirk. "Thinking of what?"

I didn't know how to react to that smirk. "Um..just this weekend's homework. You know, chemistry this, and biology that. You know how it is.."

I laughed nervously, trying to make my lie as believable as possible, but the smirk displayed upon Mr. Styles' face never left. Apparently, my lie wasn't good enough.

"This weekend?" He asked, a sly, knowing, look on his lips. "I don't give homework on the weekends, you should've been out having fun knowing that you didn't have any work."

My eyes widened, immediately picking up on his tone. He knows. Of course he knows, of course he would remember me. Goddammit, I'm screwed.

"I uh.. my bad." I stuttered. My stutter only returned when I get extremely nervous. "I-I'll get right on that chemistry lab then."
I smiled weakly, looking down at the blank paper below me.

Mr. Styles smiled with darkened eyes, leaning down to press a ringed hand to the desk to act as if he were guiding me through the problems. But it was obviously not what he was doing.

He looked down at the paper, his lips right next to my ear as I looked down at his hand next to my paper.

"You're too far behind in the lab, you haven't got any questions finished." His voice whispered with this tone of concern, but I could see right through it. "Looks like you won't finish in time, huh?"

And his husky, accented voice sent shivers down my spine.

"I-I guess not.."

Mr. Styles smirked before he pushed himself back up to stand upright, his eyes never leaving their intense gaze with mine.
He reached for something in his trouser pocket, and pulled out a pink slip before reaching up to his shirt pocket to pull out a blue pen.

"You'll need to finish up during your lunch period. It needs to be done today for credit, or you'll receive a zero."
He declared a little louder, as if to cover up our previous tense confrontation.

He immediately switched his tone to his usual and confident teacher side, not seeing a trace of his flirtatious side at all.

He leaned down to write my name on the slip in his perfectly yet messy writing, signing his name for approval. He slid the note to me, standing upright again before tucking his pen back in his shirt pocket.

I looked up to meet his gaze again, his smirk was apparent as he looked down at me. "I'll see you at lunch, Ms. Flores." And right before he turned around to return to his desk, he shot me a wink.

A wink.

As soon as his back was turned as he made his way to his desk, I immediately let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

Oh god.." I breathed, relieved that the tension was gone for the moment.

I looked down at the pink slip he had given me.

___________________

LUNCH PASS  |  JHS

Name of Student : Rosé Flores

Name of Teacher : Harry Styles

PERIOD : ____
TIME : ___

TEACHER SIGNATURE h. styles

-after you retrieve your lunch from cafeteria, please return to my classroom promptly. this lab is urgent.

-H.S.

_______________

My heart skipped a beat at his little note at the lower right corner, signed with his initials. And his emphasized word on 'lab.'

"God, what did I get myself into?" I groaned stressfully, burying my face in the palm of my hand.

What the hell is happening?

"What in the actual hell was that?!" Layla whisper shouted, leaning forward to try to see me better.

That's what I'd like to know, too.

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author's note :

i'm backkkkk!! more chapters are coming soon, now that i have the plot figured out a bit more.

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WORD COUNT
1600
PUBLISHED
August 8, 2020
at 10:46 P.M.