The Beatles Imagines

♡ makeup ♡

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The Beatles Imagines

A heated argument between you and lennon makes such a 180 turn.

Inspired by the song 'makeup' by Ariana Grande.

♡ makeup ♡

john lennon x reader

A/N: just to connect the theme of beatles as university professors the year is 1969 but the john I pictured with this imagine (ha, get it? Sorry I'll jump off the roof in a minute) is him in 1967 (referencing the photo above). Also AU (obviously) and lowkey smut? (Lazy lemon if you prefer lol)

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year: (1967) 1969 ♡

"Well, I'm sorry Mr. Lennon, but I think you're wrong. You should reconsider giving me a 90 instead of this 86." You argued in annoyance. For the third time, you came into your philosophy professor's office to come to an agreement to change your mark on your final essay worth 30% of your grade. "I'm sorry Y/N but I cannot change it, And that's final." Mr. Lennon had huffed frustratingly towards you. "What? No, Maxwell had gotten a higher grade than me, and he doesn't even attend the class half the time!" You argued against, standing firm on your ground. "I always come into this class and participate every, single, day and we even," you took a breath, realizing you were yelling. 'You need to calm down right now, because yelling won't help.' You mentally said to yourself. "Look I just need to get this mark up." You leaned over the desk, trying not to let the anger reach the surface. "Please." You finally said, clear with annoyance and rage in your voice. "For the last time, Y/N your grade is final!" He finally yelled, his voice echoing through his office. You stepped back in surprise as your favourite professor had gotten mad at you. It was the first time he's ever been like this around you too.

At first, you took Philosophy as a minor in university, having nothing else to fill up your schedule while you major in music. You were always keen on learning new things, and philosophy was just one of them. You took it to be an easy, fly course until your professor walked in; and oh how the turntables. The class was split up into slackers and introverts; people who never really participated in the class during lessons, and you were the only one who really did. Your professor, Mr. Lennon, had caught your eye since day one. Not only was he super hot, but he also was very passionate about his thoughts on the subject of the human race and its battle between war and peace. Although he is a hard marker, you somehow managed to get a grade that satisfied you throughout the course. You had some major mark drops during the semester but you took the initiative to ask Mr. Lennon about making up for your marks, which usually ended with extra written essays and reports handed in. Now that you think of it, you had spent more time than you really realized with Mr. Lennon. Often times alone with him as well. You had to confess however that you flirted with him during the time you had to spend with him alone, and to your surprise, he flirted right back. Maybe you were in denial but you could say you had a crush on your philosophy professor.

Even during class now that you look back on it, he would give you a wink or two, and you'd bite your lip and twirl your hair towards him during lectures. It was this constant cat and mouse game between the two of you when he entered the room. But now, it was different. You thought this would be an easy getaway, but you thought wrong. You felt your back hit the wall behind you as he yelled about your grade. You looked into his eyes curiously, seeing anger but, something else. "We're not entertaining this idea anymore, and you can't say anything that'll make me change it." He growled low in your ear. You looked back at him with danger in your eyes as you figured out the little something in his eyes was pure lust. You had to say though, Mr. Lennon was fucking hot when he was angry. You smiled at the thought, even gladly thinking you were wearing your tightest pair of high waisted shorts and your knee socks. "Oh really? Anything? Are you sure about that Mr. Lennon?" You pushed with a sly smirk as you straightened up to him, seemingly feeling tough. You felt Mr. Lennon's heavy breathing on your chin, as he looked down at you with hungry eyes. "Y/N, do not tempt me." He said, voice low, trapping you back against the wall in his office; his arms pinning the wall and his body so close to yours you were sure he can hear your raging heartbeat. You licked your lips seductively, as well as slowly yet surely raise your leg around him, grabbing his tie closer to you in the process. "Make me Mr. Lennon." You breathily said, lips ever so ghosting his.

Suddenly, Mr. Lennon closed the gap between the two of you, roughly kissing you passionately. You reacted quickly as well as wrapping your legs and around him, pulling him closer. His hands snaked its way to your ass, holding you up.

'I like to fuck with you just to make up with you'

His lips travelled down to your neck, as he started to make marks the minute his lips reached your skin. "Mr. Lennon," you breathed out in surprise. "Call me John, Love." He said in between kisses. You can even feel the ever-growing bulge in John's pants and the heat growing between your own legs. "Mr. Lennon," you softly moaned, trying to keep it to a minimal. John pulled back from your neck, as he looked back at you with lust filled eyes. "I said, call me John, Love." He said in a low yell. "Mr. Lennon," you pushed again, this time, moaning it louder. "Y/N!" He said loudly. You innocently smiled as you repeated calling him Mr. Lennon again, wanting to push his buttons and for him to scream your name.

'Cause the way you be screamin' my name
Make me wanna make love to you'

"You want me to punish you, don't you?" He pushed, as one of his hands had travelled to your waist. "I'd like to see you try, Mr. Lennon." You exaggerated calling him Mr. Lennon again. You bit your lip again, as John unbuttoned your tight high-waisted shorts and slid it off your legs in one swift motion. He had ripped off your panties in a swift motion too, causing you to gasp in surprise. His hand lingering on top of your wet entrance. "I said, call me John, Love." He lowly growled. Your entrance throbbed in pain, wanting John to take you in any way he pleased. "Mr. Lennon." You finally said, pushing him to the limit. Before you can even let out a moan of pleasure for feeling John's fingers inside you, John's door opened, revealing one of his colleagues; Or rather all of his best friends. The most awkward part was it was your other professors you knew from being in their class. Mr. McCartney, Mr. Harrison and Mr. Starr. You gave a panicked yelp as John luckily embraced you, helping you hide your revealed lower half behind him. "What the—hey! This ain't no peep show!" Looking back at his best friends, yelling at them who went wide-eyed at the scene in front of them. "You said to met you at your office, didn't ya lad?" Mr. Starr said. "Yeah, what happened to that?" Mr. Harrison said, teasing their best friend. Suddenly, Mr. McCartney burst out in laughter, everyone's face in confusion as you turned beet red in embarrassment. "Oh, this is priceless. This is for interrupting me last time you bloke! Let's go lads and wait for him outside!" Mr. McCartney laughed as he closed the door behind him and left you two in privacy once more. "Oh fuck off Macca!" John yelled back before he disappeared. "I'm so sorry Love, I lost track of time." John furrowed his eyebrows apologetically, giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead. "It's okay. Although, That's the way to shut me up after an argument." You said with a naughty smile, looking down at your naked lower half that had left some spots on John's shirt. "I'm stayin' mad all day so we can let it out tonight, and I'll Bring you to the bed where we can really make it right, Mr. Lennon." You licked your lips at him once more. "Oh, you're going to make up for that one sugar." He smirked mischievously. "I love it when we make up."

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