James&Oliver Imagines

Teacher crush - James

(A/n: There will be a lil smut Oop& imagine James looking like that)
There you were, sitting behind your desk. You were having a shitty day because Jackson, one of your classmates was annoying the shit out of you. Like always.

Luckily it was your last class of the day and what made it even better was, that your favourite teacher was teaching that class. Every Thursday and Friday you finished the day with Mr Phelps' English class.

All the other girls in your class had a crush on him and you would be lying if you said you weren't crushing too. How could you help it, he was smart, funny, handsome...

You weren't paying attention because you were daydreaming when suddenly a voice called you out of your thoughts. It was Jackson and once again he made a jerky comment on something Mr Phelps said. He just kept going on and on and you couldn't take it anymore, so you turned yourself around to face him. "Hey your dick belongs in your pants, not your personality." You said as you shot him a sarcastic smile.

"Miss Y/L/N! Detention after class!" Mr Phelps yelled as he looked at you with a dissaproving look on his face. "Come on sir, didn't you hear what he was saying?" "No I didn't hear them I only heard your inappropriate comment." "But-" "No but's now go back to your work." "Alright, I'm sorry sir." You mumbled as you went back to your work. "Sucks to be you." You heard Jackson whisper. "Oh shut up." You whisper yelled as you shot him an annoyed look.

Class was finally over and you just watched all of your classmates leave the classroom. As they were leaving, Mr Phelps started cleaning the blackboard. 'Damn, did he look good with his rolled up sleeves.' You thought to yourself as you bit your lip. "So Y/N." He said as he turned around and made his way over to you. He sat himself down on top of the desk in front of you.

"Do you wanne talk about what happend with Jackson earlier?" He asked with a sweet smile spread on his face. "He's just an ass." You said as you rolled your eyes. "Language." "I'm sorry sir, but it's true. I for sure know you think he's a jerk too." You said as you smirked a little at him. "Okay he may not be the nicest person, but there's still no reason to call him out like that." "There are some." "Like?"

"He just kept making snarky comments about you and it started to annoy me." He chuckled a little at your words. "Well in that case, I'll let it slip, thanks for sticking up for me." He said as he chuckled softly. "Couldn't let him talk bad about my favourite teacher now could I?" You asked with a small smirk that turned into chuckle.

He chuckled and started to blush a little. "Mister Phelps are you blushing?" You said as you chuckled once more. "You're not the only one who has a favourite darling." He said as his eyes widened while he bit his lip, cursing himself for what he just told you. You just looked at him confused. 'Did he just call me darling-?' You thought to yourself.

"What do you-" "Just forget what I said, why don't you start cleaning the classroom as your punishment. When you're done you can go home. It's Friday and I know you probably aren't looking forward to spending a whole evening with me." He said with a soft chuckle. "I'm just gonna mark some more assignments." He said as he handed you a broom and made his way back over to his desk.

As you started cleaning, you couldn't help but think about his words. 'You're not the only one who has a favourite'. What would he mean by that? 'Did he- did he meant me?' As you looked up at him, you saw him already looking at you. He than just smiled at you and continued marking.

After about half an hour you were finally done. "Sir, I'm done." "Alright, you can go home than." He said as he smiled at you. You put the broom away and made your way back over to him.

"Sir, can I ask you something?" "Yeah of course, what's up?" He said as he smiled at you once more. "What did you mean when you said something about 'the favourite' stuff?" He just bit his lip and avoided your eyes. "Sir?" He got up and looked you in your eyes. "Well, I know this isn't near okay, but in the years I might have taken a sudden interest in you. I mean come on, you're smart, funny, you have the most lovable personality, not to forget you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, you're way more mature than half the people of your age, and your writing is absolutely beautiful." He said as he smiled shyly at you. You couldn't help but blush at his words.

"I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable in any way. I-" You cut him off with a kiss. You could feel him smile into the kiss. "I like you too Mr Phelps." "Please call me James." He said as he smiled at you. "Well I like you too James." You said as the two of you chuckled softly.

The two of you just stood there for a second, looking each other deep in the eyes. He than smashed his lips on top of yours and clamped you against his desk. You kissed him back, and hopped on top of the desk. His hands were holding your waist very steady while his mouth made it's way over to your neck. "James-" You let out in a soft moan as he planted some loving kisses on your neck and you could feel him smirk against your skin. Your hands than made their way over to his hair and started travelling all the way down his torso.

You could than feel his hand making it's way down your skirt. He slowly slipped them under it and he started to carres the inside of your thighs. He sofly squeezed them to which you let our another soft moan. "Wait James-" "What's wrong princess?" He asked as he pulled away and looked deep in your eyes.

"I-I'm a virgin." You said as you shyly bit your lip. "Well you for sure don't kiss like a virgin." He said as the two of you chuckled at his words. "James." You said as you elbowed him softly.

"Do you mind if we- if we just wait a little? I don't wanne rush into anything." You said in a nervous tone while you bit your lip once more. He than cupped your cheek and looked deep into your eyes. "You're worth the wait." He said as he smiled at you and placed on last loving kiss on your lips.