Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Jensen Imagine

Mr. Ackles Part 1~

Your Math teacher was a total dweeb. He had taught you well, that's for sure, but he was a nerd to no end. His lectures were boring and you dreaded going to that class. Until, he decided to get hit by a motorcycle.

Now he was to have a substitute for a whole month, at least. Who could be worse than him, right?!

You arrive at your class with your normal group of friends, eagerly awaiting the new sub. He was smart, obviously. Hopefully he was younger than Mr.Porter so you could actually enjoy this class.

It wasn't until he walked in that you knew. Whether you learned something or not- he was hot.

He was tall, with a swoop of lovely chestnut brown hair, high cheekbones and a sharp jaw, with broad shoulders, and light stubble running over his cheeks. Even from this profile view you could see the curve of his eyelashes and the slight bump of his full lips.

Even his walk was damn near perfect. He threw the math textbooks and notebooks over the desk and bent over to retrieve a stack of papers. You couldn't help but imagine you thrown across his desk with him leaning up against you like that.

He turned to face the class and you swear every female in the room exploded. It was the way his eyes swept over us- they were a green, a luscious delicious swirl of green. His eyes lingered on you- nothing to stir suspicions but enough to make your cheeks flush.

"Hello, class."

My friend- Rebecca- gripped the end of her desk until her knuckles were white. Yeah, his voice could do that. It was low and raspy, very very deep. He half-smiled, like he knew the affect he had.

"My name's Jensen Ackles. Don't call me a Mr., makes me sound old. Just Jensen for now. I'm your new substitute until your teacher comes back," His eyes whip around the room another time, again looking at you for a long five seconds. He then licked his thumb, still staring at you, letting a hot trail of lust to run down to your core. You swallowed hard.

"This is a permission slip for your parents and yada yada." He finishes, counting out the number of papers for each row. He moves across the class to hand them out. After that's over he leans against his desk again, the class patiently waiting for him to say something.

Somehow some way his eyes find yours again.

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It's been two weeks. Jensen had a different teaching style than your previous teacher and quite frankly he was very distracting. You were struggling. Your grade had sunk to a low B, hanging by a string.

You had no choice but to talk to him. So after school, you poked your head in, seeing him sitting alone, eating an apple in one hand while reading a paper in the other, feet propped up on the desk.

The desk you have sexual fantasies about every time your in this room. At hearing your entrance, he looked up from his lashes. Your stomach pitted as he licked his lips from the apple's juices.

"Can I help you, (Y/N)?"

Your name on his lips sounded wonderful and made your knees wobble. "Uh, I need help. I'm kinda, uh-" You looked anywhere but him, trying to focus on the task at hand. It was so hard not to just kiss him.

Even when you weren't looking at him you could tell he was staring at you.

"My grade has dropped six percent. I just need review. That's all."

"That's it?" He sounds surprised. You bite your lip and look at him again, seeing his brows raise. You swallow hard and nod once. He smiles and pulls out a chair from beside him. "Sit." He demands softly.

You obey and pull out your math notes, setting them in front of the two of you. It's quiet as he reads them over before he lets out a sigh and starts talking, voice deeper than before, and rumbling beside you.

"So you want to start with the quotient, and multiply that by the exponents. Yeah, like that," You do as you're told, quiet beside the heavy breathing you try to calm. Your thighs are pressed tight together and you ignore the heat gathering at your pussy.

"And then find the ratio of that to the product of the polynomials. Then use the ratio to locate the point on the- can you stop that?" He snaps, pulling away sharply. Your brows crinkle and you look up at him in surprise and confusement.

"Stop what? I'm doing what you told me to do?" You laugh a little. His jaw twitches and you notice as he nibbles on his bottom lip.

"You're legs are shaking. And your pressing your chest against the desk. Isn't that embarrassing?" He says a little grouchy.

Your eyes widen and you lean away from the sex-desk. "Uh, sorry?" You try, laughing a bit more at this sudden change. He looked honestly pissed but he had been staring at your chest and your legs. "It's kinda how I concentrate."

"Well, find something else to do." He mutters under his breath, voice husky. You bite your lip and continue working. Another couple minutes and he's groaning, pushing himself a good foot away from you and turning his head away from you.

You're a little hurt. Was he that disgusted by you? "Im sorry I can't-"

"Please tell me you're legal," He cuts you off, shooting you a strained look. It doesn't go unnoticed how he cups his crotch. It sends another shot of lust to your core and you feel yourself getting wet.

"Am I what?" You couldn't think straight.

"Are you 18?!" He says a little more frustrated.

"Y-yes." You stutter. That's all he needs. He launches himself at you, grabbing you fiercely by the chin and holds you steady as he kisses you. And damn does he kiss you.

Your move your lips against his, hot and full, like you imagined. His free hand slips down your waist, kneading your hip lightly with his thumb. You moan and twist your fingers into his hair.

"Do you purposefully wear those dresses?" He says between breathes, lifting you up and setting your ass down on the edge of the desk. The desk. You hummed in appreciation.

"Maybe." You reply.

He growls and is quick to take off your dress, licking at your exposed neck and collarbones, fondling your breasts, making you moan and tug at his hair more. He groans at your nipple, the vibrations setting your core on fire.

"Jensen-"

"It's Mr. Ackles to you." He hissed, laying you down and disconnecting your lips to pull his blazer off, following quickly with his shirt. You drooled at the sight of his pecks, and the top of his jeans. Oh my god. You were going straight to hell.

"Mr. Ackles, I need you."

He smirked at you, slipping his belt from his pants. You watched him with every move, the anticipation starting to build and drip down your leg.

Jensen smirks at you, eyes dark with lust. Without another word, his fingers are at your panties, pulling them over your hips and down your thighs, dropping them to a pile under your feet. He stares at all of you, green eyes soaking all of you in.

"So pretty." He whispers, licking his lips and rubbing his hard cock through his boxers. You wanted to hide yourself but when you made a move to, Jensen's touch was at your wrists and pulling them away. "Let me look at you." He murmurs, still looking you up and down.

"Jensen, really? Touch me already." You beg. His eyes flicker up to yours and he smirks again. "Eager eager. I see you're wet and I haven't even touched you yet."

You wriggle under his stare and he finally runs a finger up your thigh, collecting your wetness. He's still smirking. Your hips bounce up and he chuckles darkly.

"Oh, my dear, fucking the teacher for a better grade, are we?"

You scoff and pull him down for a sloppy kiss. "Can you just fuck me already?"

"With pleasure."