Niall Horan Imagines [ COMPLETED ]

Mr.Horan

"Don't move." Mr.Horan points to you as he sits across from you.

"Why? I didn't do anything." You glared a your college professor.

"Look (Y/N), I can't let you go back in there." he growls

"You don't own me Mr.Horan. I can do whatever I want." You hiss leaning closer to him.

You hear a deep moan in the back of his throat and your eyes widen when he leans in closer.

"Mr.H-Horan.." You whisper as his lips linger over yours.

"Do you want me (Y/N) ?" he asks huskily.

Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you look at his perfect face.

"Yes." You whispered as his lips crashed onto yours.

His hands roamed your body as yours explored his. Through his thin shirt, you could feel his perfectly formed abs.

After a while you pulled away, " We shouldn't be doing this.." You groaned as his lips slid down your neck.

"I don't care. It can be our little secret."He grins smashing his lips onto yours again.

You shrugged and kissed back, hoping things wouldn't be awkward the next day.