Only of three things is Harry Styles certain of. First, that this is his first summer in the large city and he must make the most of it. Second, that his parents are pledging to have him married off to a wealthy benefactor by the end of the summer. Third, and this is the most important of all, Harry doesn’t particularly care for the notion. In fact, he rather has his eye on a very different sort of prospect.
The one where Louis wants to go away to college to get away from everything having to do with his hometown. So when he finds out his roommate will be Harry Styles, perfect school athelete and the exact opposite of what Louis wants in a roommate, he’s not happy about it.
And i know ive rec’ed this before but i just reread it for the first time in a long time and the writing still amazes me!! if you’re in the mood for a poetic like fic, DEFINITELY check this out (though it is quite angsty and check the tags)
Joining in late as usual with a Super Scruffy & Fluffy edition of Peter to celebrate Floofy Friday! I was sensing a theme. Plus, there’s a bonus wink! The weekend’s here and there’s just one more sleep until Who Day!🕶️✌🏼
-WARNING- Yes this is a smut. If you don’t like them; do not read them. For everyone else, please enjoy. 1638 words
I remember him, I can remember when he first walked in. Following behind the principle, it was him, that beautiful raven-haired man. He looked well built with his well fitted top and pants, his thighs were outlined perfectly and damn did he look good.
The principle was completely irrelevant to me; I had blocked him out completely. All I could remember was him, his little smirk at all the girls that were practically drooling over him. If I were just a tad bit more stupid I probably would have been drooling too but I wasn’t and I realised the joy he took in being so extremely sexy. It was like everyone had been put in a trance, one I had almost fallen into. The cockiness was practically as prominent as his well-toned thighs.
He was most definitely beautiful but that cockiness that he carried and the pleasure he gained from making girls weak in the knees with how addicting he looked was a turn off for myself. I am also not so stupid to fall for a teacher especially one that seemed like a drug that would be impossible to quit.
I can remember myself blocking him from my thoughts in the few classes I had with him. Mr Jeon, his name. It fell from every girl’s lips at break, all of them saying how much they loved him and wished for him to fuck them over his desk. The thought to me had made me feel excited yet angry. How many girls in the past had he fucked over his 3 years teaching. How many of them had fallen for him so hard only for him to brush them off? I remember every thought I had from those years, including the time I got stuck in detention with him.
It had been a hot morning and I wasn’t exactly dressed appropriately for a school day, I found that such bull shit. I was still wearing the uniform I just had the shirts buttons undone and the tie hanging loosely from my neck. Could you blame me though? It was such a hot fucking day.
Walking into my morning class, I could see out of the corner of my eyes many stares coming from everyone, especially unwanted attention from the boys and unbeknownst to me, Mr Jeon Jungkook. Taking my seat and watching up front of the class, I had gotten through a total of four different classes and break without any teachers saying anything to me but my first class with Mr Jeon that day was me getting a quiet talking to and ending in detention.
I watched as he walked over to me and leaned down ever so slightly. His voice spilling through my ears giving me shivers with how close he was to me, his words contradicting his voice “Y/N, shouldn’t you be wearing the uniform appropriately and not dressing like you have a ‘client’ at second break”. My jaw opened and he continued “since you decided that your comfort took more priority than the uniform we all uphold you will be joining me in detention after school”.
He had been such a dick about it, I fixed my shirt and tie and sat in his many more classes I happened to have with him that day. I couldn’t believe the way he had spoken to me like I was some type of whore. It enraged me with how subtly he had done it too, his hushed voice gaining no attention from anyone in the vicinity. Gosh was he an asshole.
Walking down the halls to get to the classroom I was to share detention with Satan’s reincarnate, thoughts raced my mind of just skipping. Which skipping is exactly what I had decided to do. I turned around on my heel making it down the stairs and out the door, also undoing my buttons and loosening my tie again. I had made it to the front gates when I hear an agitated voice behind me calling my name. “Y/N”, I kept walking, gaining speed trying to get away; until I felt a large hand on my shoulder. “Y/N”, aren’t you forgetting something? Or do you remember and just trying to get to your appointment?” I span around removing his hand from my shoulder and started getting angry at him raising my voice “No, Mr Jeon, I am not whoring myself out to middle aged men on the streets, I do NOT have an ‘appointment’ and lastly I have not forgotten about my detention with you. You are just a too fucking annoying ass hat for me to spend my afternoon with” out of breath and slightly reddened face staring at him in the eyes. I remember that same fucking smirk he had the first day he had walking into the class, the first time I had seen him. “Well that is just too bad Miss L/N, you will be spending your afternoon with me either way”, He had grabbed my wrist and started marching back to the classroom.
I had ripped my hand from his grasp as we entered the room and sat on top of a desk with my legs crossed. He sat at his desk marking papers occasionally glancing up at me. Noticing his unsubtlety I groaned “What is it Mr Jeon, what am I doing wrong now?” he rolled his eyes and propped his head in his hands before saying, “everything, everything you do is wrong to me, your little struts down the halls giggling with your friends and too short skirt, your too dark bras for your white shirt showing off prominently practically asking for the horny teen boy’s eyes, that attitude that isn’t fooled by my actions or anyone else’s,“ he wasn’t finished he got up and walked over to me and put his hands on my thighs. “your legs that show off perfectly in this ridiculous uniform, your obliviousness to how your panties were in my complete view, and lastly how you don’t even realise how fucking insane you drive me every day.
To say I was shocked by all of this was an understatement, how had I been so stupid. Suddenly all of his sneaky looks and subtle moans when I bent over, over the past year had come back to me, hitting me like a truck. I sighed as his rough hands slid up and down my thighs, I caught myself quickly opening my eyes and putting my hands on his chest. How many girls had he done this to? Why was I falling for it?
But much to my protest I fell into him completely when I felt his lips on my neck, letting another content sigh fall from my lips. I could feel his cocky smirk grow, but before I could wipe the smug expression off of his face he had pulled my legs down, now dangling off the edge of the desk and pulled himself into me. Our lips hardly touching, I was looking at his lips wishing so bad for him to kiss me. Suddenly like my wish had come true he kissed me, softly at first but then gaining in momentum and need. I needed him and he needed me. The kiss both rough and full of lust but also filled with passion and love. His hand travelling up my thighs resting on my hips, I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him closer to me. His response to my action was picking me up and laying me down on his desk, he laid me down gently and looked at me with lust and something else in his eyes. He bent down and kissed me feverishly, his hard on grinding against my clothed core, my need for him was growing, I wanted him badly. I reached for his belt and undid the buckle, his smirk coming back “you want me that bad?” he whispered into my ear, I looked up at him “shut up, and fuck me”. He wasted no time unbuttoning his pants as I worked on his tie and shirt buttons, his fully erected cock standing tall and chiselled abs were breath taking, rubbing my thighs together feeling how wet I had gotten. I got down on my knees and licked his cock from his shaft to his tip sucking and slowly going down, I could hear his breath growing faster and groans spilling from his lips. Taking him is as far as I could and repeating the action swirling my tongue around the head of his cock that was now leaking with pre-cum. He pulled me off of him and turned me around bending me over his desk, he started pulling my white laced panties down my legs letting them fall at my ankles and bunching my skirt around my hips. He looked at my dripping with need pussy and rubbed his finger up and down it, pulling a moan from my lips and making my hip move back looking for friction. He responded by slamming his cock into me roughly causing me to scream and moan in pleasure, he moved down to my ear stilling inside of me “so wet and tight, fuck, just how bad have you wanted me?” I moaned and he continued pulling in out of me, both of us moaning in unison, complete euphoria washing over me. I was so close, my walls spasming around him pulling his orgasm from him sooner than he thought, his loud moans and slowing thrusts still enough to pull my orgasm from me. He pulled out a sluggishly put all of his clothes back on and pulling my panties up for me. I stood up slowly afraid my legs would fail me, my only thought in that moment was “thank God I am on the pill”.
Thank you for reading Do you want more because I have thought of a whole story line but will not post it if no one will actually read it. If you have any suggestions let me know, always happy to help but may not reply straight away (or at all, lol). Hope you enjoyed. ;)