Outsider's preference, imagines, smut

Teachers Pet- Darry

English has always been your favorite class, something about the creativity in writing and the hundreds of thousands of places you can go when you read has always appealed to you. Always being top of your english class moved you into the AP class with a new, sexy, teacher Professor Darrel Curtis. It was your favorite class for a whole new reason now. All you wanted to do was, well...him. Every class you couldn't help but check him out and every night before you fell asleep you couldn't help but fantasize about him. 

You were sitting at your desk watching your teacher, Professor Curtis, write things on the blackboard. You couldn't help but admire the beautiful, strong man in front of you. He was a painting; beautiful, delicate, and out of reach. You sat at the back of the classroom, admiring from afar. Imagining the things you'd let him do to you. Then for a moment you thought you saw, no, he couldn't be, not at you. 

He was making eyes at you. You're dreamy, perfect, sexy, english teacher was making eyes at you. He bit his lip, sitting down in his desk and drawing his attention to the papers on his desk.  You crossed your legs in need of friction, his gaze doing things to you. 

"Miss. Y/L/N, come here please." He moves his fingers calling you forward. You get up and walk forward to his desk and stop in front of it. "I will need to see you after class to discuss your grades okay?" He ushers these words in a hushed voice. "You see, they're." He pauses and looks down at the essay you wrote that is on his desk. "They're getting worse as the year goes on and I think we can come up with a few ways to," he looks you up and down, "improve your grade, maybe some extra credit." He nods for you to go back to your seat.

Finally the bell rings and the moment you've been waiting for is here. Everyone leaves the classroom and Darrel gets up and closes the door, and then, he pulls down the curtain of the door, covering the small window. 

"Sit, please." He motions for you to sit in front of his desk and you do so. He sits down and opens a drawer in his desk. Taking out a file he puts it on his desk and begins to flip through it. "It looks to me like either my teaching styles are not conducive to your learning," he pauses and licks his lips, "or you're trying to fail my class. I'm not sure why you'd do that."

You get up and step closer to his desk and look at him. "Maybe, I wanted to see you alone." You bite your lip and look him up and down. "Without anyone around," you pause glancing at his crotch for a moment before dragging your eyes back up to his, "complete privacy."

He clears his throat and pushes his chair back. "What are you talking about Miss. Y/L/N, this is not the way to get extra credit." He shakes his head and you sit back in the chair disappointed, but thinking of another way to get with your teacher. "I'll give you this test here," he slides a piece of paper closer to you, "if you do well, and oh darling I know you will, this will replace your lowest graded paper. If you promise to do better in class I'll consider giving you more tests."

"I can do you more for you." You say with a seductive tone. You step around the desk and fall to your knees. He looks down at you and bites his lip. Shaking his head he makes you stand up. 

"This isn't going to help you pass the test and it won't get you extra credit either." His hands are still on your waist and it's sending chills up your spine. "Darling, I'm your teacher." Darrel bites his lip again looking you up and down a hint of lust in his eyes.

"I promise it's for all the right reasons, don't care about grades just call me your baby. If I pass this quiz will you give me your babies?" You slowly go back down onto your knees. 

"You're being crazy, I am your professor." He turns his head away from you.

"Don't call me crazy. You want me, but you won't have me." You trace your hands up his calves and onto his thighs. He looks down at you and nods his head slightly. You make eye contact and smirk trailing your hands up to his belt, ready to undo it. 

Sorry this is short and kinda weird, I was listening to Melanie Martinez and I love the Love Hypothesis (yall should totally read)