Billie Eilish Imagines

Teacher's Pet

smut

i'm too tired to go back and edit so there may be some errors

You sighed as you stared up at the clock, watching the seconds tic by ever so slowly. Last period was usually the worst.

Except recently it wasn't.

The young, neon-haired woman standing mere feet away from you made sure if that.

She had her back to you, writing something on the board in bright red lettering as she spoke. But you weren't paying attention to whatever she was explaining.

Instead, your eyes trailed over her, her loose clothing making it hard to make out her figure, but not impossible. She was one of the only teachers who dressed in normal street clothes, that and her petite frame combined with the fact that she was in her early twenties making it easy to mistake her for one of the high schoolers she taught.

Her hair was french braided to make up for her bright green roots in order to make it look somewhat professional, the loose strands that fell around her face framing it perfectly. She easily had the prettiest side profile in the world.

It caught you off guard when she turned back around suddenly, her eyes inevitably meeting yours as she subconsciously licked over her lips as she did so often.

You could see her lips beginning to form into a smile before she stopped herself, remembering the two of you weren't alone at the moment.

Ever since the very first time you laid eyes on her you had felt a magnetic pull from within you, driving you to be around her whenever possible. That's why you had decided to stay after school for 'homework help' during the first week of school, and had been doing so ever since.

Over the course of a few months the two of you had become quite friendly, since you were a mere five years apart in age and actually had a lot in common. You had been on a first name basis with each other since the second week of school.

Ms. O'Connell. The name sounded foreign coming from the mouths of the other students. To you she was just Billie. A girl you so badly wished you had met under different circumstances. It became apparent that you had a huge crush on her, and at times she seemed to reciprocate the feeling, but you couldn't be sure. There was nothing wrong with some harmless flirting, right?

As soon as she finished explaining a problem from the worksheet and made her way back to her desk you raised your hand, silently calling her over to your desk.

She walked over to where you sat in the far corner and leaned in, draping her arm over your chair and placing the other hand on your desk, asking what it was you were having trouble with.

Your breathe hitched in your throat as you glanced up at her out of the corner of your eye, her smooth skin and full lips practically begging for your attention.

"Y/n?"  She snapped you out of your trance.

"Uh, yeah, I just don't understand this problem." You pointed to one on the worksheet in front of you.

Billie furrowed her brows. "That's the one we just went over."

"Oh-"

"No it's fine, I can explain it again." She assured you with a chuckle.

You knew for a fact that once class ended and it was just the two of you, she'd tease you for asking for her help when you clearly didn't need it.