George Harrison Imagines 🌻

{classroom fun}

Era: 1966
Another teacher! AU George imagine.
Smut

This is probably the most smuttiest imagine I've ever done lmao. This is an older imagine that I've published before. And I wrote an equally smutty John one to go with this one that I will post soonish.

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You walked into music class after school had ended one afternoon. You wore a tight high waisted skirt that hugged your thighs and ass perfectly and a white crop shirt.

You saw your teacher, Mr Harrison over at his desk. He was busy grading papers. You smirked and strutted over and slapped your hands down on the paper he was grading. "Hi mr Harrison." You purred in your most seductive voice.

He looked up at you. "Y/N? What are you doing here still?" You giggled quietly to yourself as you watched as his eyes traveled down your body.

"I came to ask if you could change my grade on the paper."  You pulled out your graded essay and handed it over to him. You had received a C on it which you thought was unfair. You had worked day and night on it.

Mr Harrison coughed and shook his head. "Im sorry Y/N. I really can't." His hand adjusted his tie. "The grades are already in the system."

"Oh." You frowned. "Well I'm sorry for bothering you then." You grabbed the paper and it accidentally slipped from your fingers and floated down onto to the floor. You smirked, suddenly getting an idea. You slowly bent down and grabbed the paper. You felt his eyes on your ass.

You stood back up. "Well i better get going. See you tomorrow Mr.Harrison." You headed towards the door.

"Hold on." He said and stood up. You paused at the door. You turned your head. "Yes Mr Harrison." You batted your eyes at him.

"You really shouldn't be wearing clothes like that." He nodded down to your outfit. You giggled.

"Oh and why not? What's wrong with what I'm wearing Mr Harrison?" You placed your hands on your hips.

"It's very revealing." Mr Harrison coughed and stepped out from behind his desk. He ran a hand through his neatly styled hair. "That skirt barely covers your arse." He licked his lips as he walked around you. "And that shirt is way too short."

"Would you rather me take them off then?" You giggled as you noticed the tent in his trousers. Mr Harrison let out a quiet groan.

"Oh Mr Harrison!" You gasped, feigning surprise. "Did i do that?" You pointed at his erection.

"Shit." He quickly went back to his desk and sat down.

"Don't be embarrassed Mr Harrison. I'm happy i can make you hard. You make me wet all the time." And it was the truth. You would go home every night and masturbate to the thought of Mr Harrison pounding his cock inside you. "You're very handsome." You walked over to the door and closed it.

"Every night i touch my pussy thinking about you and what itll feel like to have your cock inside me."

"Fucking hell." He growled, his face flushed. "Stop it y/n. This is wrong. I'm your teacher." His gripped tightened on the pen he was holding in his hand. His cock twitched painfully at your admission. He clenched his teeth together. "You should go."