Mature One Direction Oneshots.

This is a Harry one. Enjoy!

Warning: Very sexually graphic.

"Okay, everybody please stay right behind me and no roaming off" I called out to the small parade of children shuffling down the hall behind me.

"I don’t even like music, why do we have to go to Mr.Styles’ class" one boy said, dragging his feet along.

I smiled and stopped outside of the door to music class,”Because music is cool and you always end up having a good time”

The boy huffed and I opened the door, allowing everyone to file inside.

I stepped in to make sure everyone took their seats without a problem and Mr.Styles spotted me.

"Good morning, Ms.(Y/L/N)" he said, flashing me a smile that was nicely complemented by his dimples.

"Good morning" I relied politely, trying not to stare at him for too long. Which was hard because the guy was absolutely gorgeous.

He leaned back against his desk, getting ready to say something when one of the kids in the front knocked over her cymbal. He took a step forward but I was already heading there.

"I’ve got it" I said, going over and picking it up. I bent down to adjust the legs to be more sturdy. When I stood up and turned, I couldn’t help but notice the small smile on Styles’ face.

"Thank you" he said, gesturing towards the cymbal. I nodded and smoothed out my skirt, "No problem"

I gave the class a quick smile before heading towards the door.

"Ms.(Y/L/N)?" he called out, making me stop. I looked at him, "Yes?" 

"Can I see you later today? After classes are over? I’d like to go over some scheduling things with you" he said, crossing his arms and looking at me.

I nodded, “Yes, of course. I’ll come by later” He smiled, “Thank you”

I gave him a quick nod and left the room.

I spent the rest of my day doing my usual duties as a teacher. Making sure everyone had their homework, breaking up little classroom arguments, and making sure that everyone got the help and attention that they needed.

By the time the end of the school day rolled around, I was exhausted. I wanted to see what Styles’ needed and then just go home.

I grabbed my purse from my desk and headed down the hall to his classroom. I tapped on the door lightly before peaking in.

He looked up at me from behind his desk. “Oh, come in” he said, sitting his pen down next to a little stack of papers.

I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. “I came to see what you needed to talk to me about” I said, walking over and sitting my purse on his desk.

He smiled, running a hand through his hair, “Yes. The scheduling” he stood up and grabbed a sheet of paper, coming around the desk and handing it to me.

I looked it over, “These are the changes for after summer break?” He nodded, “Yes. A lot of things got shifted around, but our classes are still pretty much back to back”

I handed him back the sheet of paper, “Okay… I have a question” He gave me a nod, “Yes?”

"Couldn’t you have given me this earlier and I could have returned it tomorrow?" I asked. He smiled, "I could have… But I’d have to had waited until then to see you again"

I looked at him, “What?” He smiled, sitting the paper on his desk, “I wanted to see you, (Y/N)”

I felt a small blush reach my cheeks, “Oh” He stepped forward, “We’ve never really gotten to be around each other without all the kids around”

I nodded, “Why would we need to be?” He bit his lip, his eyes sliding down my body, “Let’s not do this”

I lifted an eyebrow at him, “Excuse me? Do what, Mr.Styles?”

He smirked, “C’mon, (Y/N). You come in here every single morning with your tight skirts and those heels that make your legs look incredible. And I always catch you staring at me much longer than needed”

I felt my cheeks heat up, “I do not stare at you!” He giggled, making me blush even harder. “You do” he simply said, coming over to me and letting his fingers brush down my arm.

"And even if I do, which I certainly do not… What are you getting at?" I asked, trying to keep my voice firm.

He smirked, “Schools over, almost all the teachers are gone, and it’s just you and I in this room. What do you think I’m getting at?”

I tilted my head to the side, letting my eyes lock with his for a moment, “Definitely not scheduling”

He laughed, reaching out and letting his hand land on my waist, “You haven’t left yet, so I know you know what I mean, and I think you’re into it”

I nodded, “I obviously do… But, no offense, I hardly think you’re the man to please me”

He scoffed, walking around me and locking the door to the room, “Is that so?” I turned to face him, “Did it sound like a joke?”

He nodded, walking back towards me slowly, “You don’t think I could have you on that desk screaming for me in minutes?”

I rolled my eyes, “You’re so damn sure of yourself”

He shrugged, stopping right it front of me, “I think I could please you just fine… Why don’t you take me for a test drive?”

I smirked, “How could you possibly satisfy me when you haven’t even had the balls to kiss me yet?”

Once those words left my mouth, I knew it was on.

He stepped forward, taking my face between his hands and kissing me roughly.

It was possibly the best kiss I had ever had, but I wasn’t going to admit that to him.

His hands moved to my waist, pulling my body closer to his as he pressed me against his desk.

"When you came in here this morning and bent down to fuck with that cymbal, seeing your ass in that tight skirt… I could have pulled you out of this room and fucked you senseless" he growled, letting his hands slide to my ass.

I let out a small moaned when he squeezed it roughly through my skirt. He smirked, “Something tells me you like it rough, don’t you, baby?”

I looked at him, “Find out”

He didn’t waste any time in pulling my blouse over my head, tossing it aside and letting his lips roam my neck. I moaned softly, running my fingers through his hair.

He moved his hands to the zipper of my skirt, sliding it down slowly and letting my skirt slip down my legs.

His fingers brushed along my hips before he hooked his hands around the backs of my thighs and he lifted me onto his desk.

His lips connected with mine again as I started undoing the buttons on his shirt. “Not so hesitant now, are you?” He teased, shrugging off his shirt.

I smiled, “I just wanna prove you wrong”

He chuckled, “We’ll see who was wrong, baby doll”

He stepped back and unbuttoned his jeans, coming back over to me and allowing me to slide them down his thighs.

I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger on the bulge in his boxers. He was ridiculously sexy and it was driving me crazy.

"Are you just gonna stare?" He asked, making me look up at him. "Shut up" was all I could mutter before his lips were back on mine.

He slid his hand up my thigh, letting his fingers brush against my heat. I bit my lip to stop a moan, not wanting to let him know just how desperately I wanted it.

He smirked, noticing my lip bite, and slipped my panties to the side. He brushed his fingers up my slit before pressing them against my clit.

I gasped, gripping the edge of his desk. “Someones sensitive” he teased, moving his fingers in slow circles.

I couldn’t stop the moans from spilling past my lips. It only encouraged him to go faster. “You like that, huh?” He asked, pressing his lips against my jaw and sliding his fingers down to my entrance.

He kissed along my neck softly as he slowly slid a finger into me, making me moan out. He smiled against my skin, curling his finger and making my back arch.

I let my head fall back, allowing him more access to my neck.

"Fuck me" I finally moaned. He straightened up and took his hand away from me, smirking at me, "What was that?" I clenched my jaw, "I said, fuck me, you ass"

He smiled, “Was that so hard?” I scoffed, “Shut up and show me what you were so cocky about”

He didn’t hesitate to push his boxers down, revealing his fully hard cock. I couldn’t help but smirk, “Not bad, Styles”

He moved his hands to my thighs, spreading my legs and pulling me closer to the edge of his desk, “You haven’t seen anything yet”

He took himself into his hand, pumping a few times and pulling my panties to the side, then rubbing his tip against my folds.

I bit my lip, watching as his tip barely sunk into me before be pulled away again. “Stop being a tease” I groaned.

He smirked, “Fine”

He gripped my hips and pushed into my slowly. I moaned, letting my arms wrap around his neck as he held inside me.

"You’re so tight," he murmured, "when’s the last time you got fucked real good?" I smirked, "Ask me that again later"

He smiled at my little tease and pulled back before slamming into me again. I moaned, gripping his shoulders as he began to rock into me faster.

"Fuck" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He started to pound into me deeper, making my back arch into his body. “You sure seem to be enjoying this” he said, a sexy grin crossing his lips as he pushed into me deep.

All I could do was moan in response. I couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of him inside of me. Hitting that little spot that drove me wild.

"Faster" I gasped, scratching my nails down his back as be thrusted into me rougher. He moaned, the sound only turning me on more.

I slid my hand between us and pressed my fingers to my clit, rubbing in fast circles.

I moaned louder at the double sensation. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum” I finally moaned, letting my head fall back in pleasure as he pounded himself into me hard.

"Cum for me" he said, gripping my thighs as he rocked into me deep.

I felt breathless as the pleasure intensified and my body arched against him. He wrapped his arm around me as my body tensed and I moaned his name.

He bit his lip as his hips jerked forward and his fingers dug into my hips. “Fuck” he finally growled, stilling inside me as he came.

We both stayed in the same position for a moment. I let my forehead rest against his chest as I regained my breathing.

"So… When’s the last time you got fucked real good?" He asked, making me look up at him with a smile. "Mmm… About two minutes ago" I said, leaning up and kissing him quickly.

He smiled and pulled away from me, pulling up his boxers and jeans before collecting my clothes from the floor for me.

"I’m going to need to see you after classes again tomorrow" he said, handing me back my clothes.

I laughed, “Is that so? What for?”

He smiled, taking a seat behind his desk as I redressed myself, “Let’s just say… More scheduling.”