Mr. Tomlinson - (Larry Stylinson)
"You're one sassy teacher, Mr. Tommo. I like you," Harry said, he then had a smirk upon his face.
"Since you like me, you can join me after school for a detention," I smirked.
The smirk on his face fell, and he glared at me.
"That's what I thought."
"Harry . . ." I sigh.
He stands up, he walks over and stands in front of me, "you're hot. Why wouldn't I want to kiss you? Why wouldn't anyone want to kiss you?" my student bit his bottom lip, and ran a finger down my sweater covered chest, "I want you" he whispers.
I gulp, "Harry, you know this isn't right."
"I know, but I don't care," he said then pushed against one of the walls in the classroom, "I want to make you feel so good, I want you to feel good because of me."
"H-Harry" I stuttered.
He smirked, he then leaned in and began kissing my jawline, he began leaving kisses down my neck.
I let out a soft moan, "Harry . . ."