John Lennon Imagines

{mr lennon}

Era: 1966
Smut

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You were doodling in your notebook, bored out of your mind when a hand suddenly slammed down on your desk. You yelped started and looked up and saw your teacher, Mr.Lennon, hovering over you.

"May I ask what you're doing that's more important than me lesson?"

You felt yourself blushing. "N-nothing. I'm sorry." You closed your notebook. Everyone's eyes were now on you. You hated being the center of attention. "I won't do it again."

"Hmm, yer damn right it won't happen again." Mr.Lennon hummed and slapped a red slip down on your desk. "You have detention."

You picked up the slip and pouted. "What? This isn't fair! I said I was sorry. I won't do it again. My mum is going to kill me."

"Well ye should've through of that before you decided to draw throughout me lesson." Mr Lennon drawled out in his heavy scouse accent. The other students started to snicker. You glared up at your teacher. How dare he embarrass you in front of the class.

Mr Lennon gave you a smirk before he walked  back to the front of the class.

You groaned and banged your head against the hard desk. 'Asshole' you mumbled underneath your breath.

"What was that, Ms. Y/L/N?"

"Nothing Mr.Lennon." You lifted your head back up and smiled sweetly at him.

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The bell finally rung, marking the end of the school day. You got up and started to packyour books until you remembered you had detention.

'Fuck' You groaned and sat back down. After every one left, Mr.Lennon walked over to both of the doors and locked them. Then he walked over to the windows and shut the blinds. He turned to you and smirked.

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. "Are you going to kill me? I swear I won't draw in class ever again."

Mr.Lennon chuckled and walked over. He knelt down in front of your desk. You blushed as you locked eyes with his. His eyes were a soft carmel brown colour.

"I finally got you alone." He reached his hand up and stroked your cheek.

"Mr.L-Lennon!" You stammered.

"My name is John darling." John chuckled.

"Right." You blushed. "John, please don't tell my mum about me getting detention. I swear ill do anything."

"Anything you say?" Another smirk formed on his face. You nodded and bit down on your lip.

"Well there's this one thing I want you do. Stand up." He instructed. You did  as told. Your eyes widened when you saw that his hands were unbuckling his dress trousers.

"Mr l-l-lennon! We can't."

"Shh." He put a finger against your lips. "If you do this one thing for me, I won't tell your mother about this. And ill give you an A for the lesson you unfortunately missed out on." He pushed his trousers down, leaving him in his shirt and boxers.