Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Jared Imagine

Mr. Padalecki~

The senior English teacher was hot. He's been hot since last year when he was new. You've never seen him before, but you had older friends last year who gushed about him. Apparently he was tall with long hair and hollow cheeks with broad shoulders and a great physique. How they knew that, you had know idea.

Now was the moment of truth. You sit waiting in his room- eyes trained on the door. Every female in this room was waiting and every guy was highly uncomfortable.

And then it's kind of like the Edward and Bella thing on Twilight. He enters the room and any idea of handsome gets pulled right from under you. Because he's gorgeous. He's the definition of perfect. He looks up from the floor, eyes snapping to yours almost perfectly.

Your breath hitches and your the first to look away. There's whispering.

"Hi class," Holy shit his voice! It made you weak. You blinked rapidly down at your desk chanting at yourself not to make yourself look like an idiot. "How about we go around the room and say our age and our favorite books. I'll go last. We'll start with you."

He points to the person across the room. Ten minutes later- with much attempt by the girls to try and flirt- it was your turn. You had been thinking about what you would say.

"Uh, I'm (Y/N) and I'm 18." Your eyes flicker up to his, to see him studying you like he had every other student. "And my favorite book is The Great Gatsby."

"Good choice." He praised but taking no time to go to the next student.

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You were alone in his room. You don't know why you had came, maybe it was because he was alluring. He'd wink at you in class or subtly stare at you from his desk. You told yourself you came to tell him that you were uncomfortable with his flirtations. But you were flattered.

Mr. Padalecki stared up at you with hazel green eyes, lips pursed and hands clasped together. You waited for him to say something- anything.

"So you don't like me winking at you?" He drawls out. You nod once. "I think you do."

"What?"

"You blush when I wink at you. I've noticed. And when I'm close enough to you, you squeeze your thighs together," His voice had dropped to a husky whisper, eyes changing darker. You swallowed with wide eyes. He had caught you.

"So, my real question, is why you're here alone with me? It's not because you're uncomfortable," Mr. Padalecki looks you up and down slowly, lingering at your chest and lips. "Would you like to have sex with me?" He asks seriously, standing up to tower over you.

You take an unconscious step back. Although you heard what he said, you asked him to repeat the question. He smirked and walked around his desk to you, dragging his long fingers over the papers on his desk before standing directly in front of you. Your head was cocked back almost completely he was so tall.

"Do you, want me, to bend you over this desk," He stops, rapping his knuckles against the wood. Your breath hitches. "And fuck you until every teacher in this building know my name?" Your cheeks went red. Oh... You didn't want to like that image. But there was no denying how wet your panties now were.

"You can be fired..."

He smirks carefree. "My job isn't nearly as good as fucking you will be," He leans in close and for a second you think he'll kiss you. He doesn't, though, and instead whispers darkly in your ear. "I bet you're already wet with all the images I've provided. Let me show you just how good I can make you feel."

Blinded and numb, hot all over, wanting his touch, you nodded. He wasted no time in shedding your clothes, kissing over your face and nipping at your neck. Your hands were in his long hair, winding around it and pulling roughly.