Summary: Your wet dreams causes distractions in class which don't go unnoticed.
Warnings: 18+ content, Professor!Harry, Student!reader, sexual content, mature themes, college setting, public sex, y/n is a whore for Harry
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Mr. Styles happenes to be your professor and also the one guy that every student, including you, wants to fuck. After taking his class you'll leave needing to rub one out which might be strange for someone that finds history rather boring, but you could watch this man talk about it for hours. Every time you look at him your panties grow a little wetter. Just like today. Here you are not focused on a word he's saying because of the dream you had last night. You wondered if there was a possibility it could come true as you envision it. He has you bent over his desk in front of the class, making an example out of you because his words go in one ear and out the other. Your face is pushed so deeply into the desk you're starting to think if you can even breathe. His hand snakes up your leg as he flips your skirt up, revealing your bare ass to the whole class.
"Y/n you've been a bad girl" he slaps your ass making you jump forward. You rub your legs together in anticipation when you hear him say it again or rather ask it this time.
"Y/n have you been a bad girl?"
You shake out of your thoughts, meeting the eyes of your professor. He's standing in front of your desk as he tries to get your attention. You feel your cheeks heat up as you realize this whole time you were fantasizing about your professor fucking you in front of the entire class, he has actually been looking at you.
You clear your throat, "um-uh I'm sorry what was that?"
"I'd asked if you've been paying attention, seemed a little out of it s'all."
You nod in response, too embarrassed to use your words as you can feel the eyes of the other students watching you.
"Are you sure you're okay, you look a little.. flush?" He places a hand on top of your desk, inches away from your own. You stare intently at his veins and imagine all the things he could do with those fingers. The thought of him using his fingers to get you off makes you want to moan out, but you stop yourself remembering he asked you a question.
"hmm, oh yeah.. I'm just a little hot is all."
"It's the middle of Winter?" He looks at you confused.
"Oh right"... You trail off, looking anywhere but him.
"Well uh.. alright class let us continue shall we"
Harry walks back to the front of class and continues teaching, while you sit there debating your whole existence. He doesn't know you think to yourself.. You pray he doesn't know. I mean he couldn't possibly know that you were practically soaked in class daydreaming about him fucking you.. Right?
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After class is dismissed you get up from your seat and start to pack your bag when you look over, seeing a wet spot on the chair. What the fuck?! You couldn't have possibly been that wet to the point it leaked through both your thong and skirt. You look around frantically for something to clean it up when Harry calls your name.
"Miss y/l/n is everything okay?" He approaches behind you, placing a hand on the small of your back.
"What?.. Yes!" You pause your back blocking his view of the seat. "I mean everything is fine sir." You turn around to face him, making sure that you're still standing in front of his view.
"You don't need to call me sir y/n, Harry s'fine.. I do need to talk to you however, meet me in my office tomorrow morning before class?" He says his hand moving to the side of your arm.
"Okay Harry, sure thing" You breathe out meeting his green eyes, Hoping that he'll leave so you can clean the mess you made while eye-fucking him.
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When morning comes around, you rush around your dorm, getting ready to meet Harry. He said he wanted to talk to you, but you have no idea why. You pray that he hasn't notice your massive crush on him and how distracted you've been because of it. You look at the time and realize how late you are. Without putting on panties you pull up your skirt rushing out the door.
When you arrive to the classroom, Harry's office door is cracked open, you take it as a sign to walk in. He's sitting at his desk and my god does he look good. His sleeves are rolled up and his shirt's top buttons undone, you being able to faintly make out some of his tattoos. He has his hand in his hair while he reads through stacks of paper which you can only assume is the class's latest essay.
He looks up pulling off his glasses as he realizes you've walked in, "Y/n good you're here."
You clear your throat, "Yeah.. sorry I'm- uh late I was..." You trail off recalling the dream you had this morning of Harry which caused you to be late due to the personal activities that came after.
"Tis' no problem, well jus' have to be quick before class starts.. please take a seat" He gestures to the chair in front of him.
You sit down, growing anxious at the close proximately. You can make out the cologne he's wearing and it makes you grow hotter by the moment.
"I've notice that you have been elsewhere lately" He starts.
"In class I mean.. I always look at you and I can tell when something bothering you"
"Sir I mean Harry.. nothing is bothering me I swe-"
He cuts you off before you can finish, "Y/n if it's not obvious during class I can tell in your papers.. this problem whatever it may been, tis' effecting your performance... I mean you're my fav-uh best student here."
"I know I've just been distracted lately I guess" You look away from him.
"Uh yes?" You question yourself.
"By what?" He reaches a hand out, gently moving your face so you meet his eyes. You part your lips in shock.
With a soft voice you confess without meaning to, "You."
Your heart beats loudly as you realize what you just told your professor. You hold eye contact with Harry for what seems like forever, wondering if he's disgusted with you as this hasn't been the first time one of his students has tried to get with him or confessed their feelings to him. You've heard stories of girls having to switch classes and change schools because he's reported them trying to seduce him. Hopefully for you it isn't the same I mean it's not like you stormed into his office wearing nothing but thigh highs. You mistakenly confessed why you've been distracted these last few days. However, you notice that he hasn't let go off your face and his facial expression hasn't changed after hearing your confession. Without warning he pulls your face towards him, crashing his lips onto yours. You gasp in shock as Harry dominates your mouth with his tongue. The angle has you bent over his desk, just like in your dreams. You moan into the kiss and he takes it as a sign to go further. You continue to make out with Harry, the kiss growing messier by the second. Suddenly he pulls back and a whimper of protest leave your mouth. You both look at each other, breathing heavily. Did that just happen?!
"Y/n I-I'm sorry I shouldn't have.. the kiss I mean we shouldn't" He tries to get out his words.
"Yeah I mean you're right.. it's not right.. you're my professor and I-I'm your student." You breathe out still not believing he just kissed you.
"Yes tis' wrong for me to have these feelings for you" He looks down at the floor, pushing his hair back.
"Feelings?" You look at your professor in shock, I mean he did just kiss you, but you didn't know why.
He looks up abrupty meeting your eyes in shock, like he didn't mean for that to slip. "Not feelings.. I didn't sa- oh fuck whatever.. yes I have been harboring these thoughts of you for a while actually, I just didn't say anything because well you know why."
"Harry I-" You don't know what to say. This whole time you have been dreaming of your professor and here he is confessing his own feelings for you. "Harry I would really like it if you'd kiss me again and possibly fuck me" You blurt out not knowing where the confidence came from, maybe Harry feeling the same way about you, or maybe because your leaking everywhere on his chair right now.
A sound like a whine comes from him and he turns his head to look at the clock, "You have no idea what hearing those words coming from you does to me and I would love nothing more than to fuck the shit out of you, but we don't have much time before class starts" He turns back toward you, meeting your dilated pupils.
Fuck this you've dreamt about Harry for weeks a class is not going to stop you from it coming true. You get up and walk towards him pushing him back in his office chair, while you straddle his lap. "Better make it quick then" You grab his neck, kissing him harder than before. You both move your body's against one another the friction of his pants rubbing against your bare cunt makes you moan out. You leave a wet spot on his pants as you move up and down against his growing boner.
"Fuck baby" He pants out, grabbing your ass and guiding your moments. "If you keep doing this to me I'm going to cum right now in my fucking trousers."
"I wouldn't be oppose to that" You bite your lips.
"Me nether, but I really need to be inside you right now" Without warning he stands up, taking you with him. You wrap your legs around him as he lays you on his desk, flinging the papers on the floor. He starts kissing down your body, making his way to your soaking cunt. When he flips your skirt up, your bare cunt meets the cold of the room, making you shiver in acintapte.
"Fuck you're not wearing any panties, huh" He rasps out, pulling your body closer. "I might jus think you planned for this to happen" He says licking up your soaking juices.
"Please Harry fuck me already" You moan out.
He pulls away from your cunt, unbuckling his belt. "Who am I to deny my girl".
You watch as he pulls down his boxers and fuck is he big. His cock is practically soaked in precum, the tip red and aching. He pumps his dick and few times, it twitching in his hands, you growing wetter at the site.
He pulls you to the edge of the desk and aligns himself with your cunt, the tip barely touching. You whine at his teasing wanting him to hurry up and take you.
"Y/n are you sure about this?.. once I fuck you that's it I won't be able to go back I'm yours and you'll be mine" He looks at you waiting for your approval.
"Then I guess I'm yours" You smile at him, motioning for him to continue.
He slides his thick cock into your aching cunt. Your walls grip on to him as his length stretches you out deliciously. He pulls back slightly before fucking into you again, this time he's fully inside.
"Oh~ fuck Y/n you feel so good.. I'm not going to last long baby" He bends down, groaning into your neck as you feel his dick twitch inside you.
"Please Harry I need it" You grab his arms, trying to pull him as close as possible. He fucks into you faster, the sound of your soaking cunt and moans filling the room.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck Harry~" You pant out. Clenching your thighs around his toros.
"Cm'on angle cum for me I know you can do it" He eggs you on as he chases your release. You moan out louder as you feel yourself clench down. Just as you're about to cum you hear the door outside his office open. You and Harry both look up as he stops his movements. Through the crack of his office door you can see students starting to walk in. Harry pulls out of you quickly and pulls your skirt down.
"I'll make it up to you later" he's says fixing his own pants.
"So does this mean you'll change my grade" You ask sitting up from the desk.
He laughs, "Sure baby I'll see what I can do, but you'll have to let me help you on the next one...can't let you get distracted again." You smile back knowing that this was going to distract you way more than before.
