Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Misha Imagine

Mr. Collins Part 2~

A month has passed since that day. You've been going in every once in a while, mostly for pleasure, but also to help your grade. It made you a little guilty that the reason why your grade went up was because of your sexual relations.

Now you feared you were getting too attached. Too days ago after you two were done having sex, you actually talked with him. You ended up getting to home three hours after school ended, which meant you had talked with him for two hours.

You had no idea if you should continue this or end it. He was really starting to grow on you, digging his playfulness, dominance, and intelligence into you. You hit your lip as you stared at him explaining something about something.

For a second you forgot what class you were in.

Misha's eyes found yours and he couldn't suppress his half smile. It made your heart throb. But then he had to go and run a hand through his thick hair- the one thing that probably turned you on more than anything. That sent hot fantastical images of today after-school.

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"Hi, (Y/N)," He chirps as soon as you step in his room. It's the normal routine; you come in, lock the door, approach him, talk for two seconds, and then you start making out. It was inevitable, the way he stared at you. You swallowed hard and stayed by the door today, deciding to see if he came to you. You always went to him.

"Something wrong?" He put no effort into his words, only keeping his eyes pinned on you. Your legs shook and the palms of your hands were starting to sweat.

"I-I don't know-"

"Do you want to go to my place?" He says instead, almost pretending like your uncertainty wasn't heard. Your brows furrow at the suddenness of the question. He rushes to clarify.

"I mean, to change up the scene a bit. Pushing you against my desk repeatedly and banging you against the wall gets tiring."

Your heart sinks lower and your jaw goes slack. Oh. That's why he wanted to take you to his place. For a 'change of scenery'. You cough and nod your head, pretending like you hadn't been let down. "That sounds great. Do you have the squeaky bed?" You joke, forcing a small sad smile.

Misha looks up at you, picking up his books with one hand and standing gracefully. "Even better. I've got the old headboard."

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Misha's place was a suburban house that wasn't much bigger than an apartment. It was built for three people- a master bedroom, and two guests, with a bathroom and a kitchen, all on one floor. It was modern. The reason why you knew this was because the garage opened into the small kitchen and it was one long hallway to the master bedroom.

That room was large. The bed- with black sheets and a beautiful mahogany headboard- took up most of the room, with a small white desk at the far wall.

Misha stood awkwardly just inside, having already shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned the first few buttons to show off his chest. Your eyes wandered over the fresh skin, before bouncing around the room again. There was almost little personality shining through.

"This is-"

"Take off your clothes." He hurried you, and is already unbuckling his pants. You swallow hard and feel a little ashamed at having doing this. He was treating you like nothing. And now you were at his place, he had almost complete control over you.

You did as you were told, standing naked in front of him. This part you didn't mind because he was naked in front of you.

Now sometimes in his class room you had time to take off clothes. Most of the time there were pieces of fabric still on the two of you when you did the ugly. Now you had a full view of him. Naked. Everywhere.

The two of you stared at each other.

"My favorite thing about you is your ass," He starts, in that long drawn out husky voice of his. It immediately sent a hot trail of want to your core. "It was the first thing I saw."

He circles you like a predator- stopping behind you and pressing himself flush against you. Your breath hitches and your hands reach around for his hips. His tongue is then at your neck, swiping it over the base of your neck after fisting all of your hair.

Your goosebumps appear and he runs a long finger over your bare shoulder. "This is gonna be so much fun."

He spins you around and slams his lips on your own, kneading them and sucking on them. He walks you back until your calves are pressed against the mattress, and even then he doesn't even stop, pressing you until your back is pressed down.

It was sexy. Not like the kind of sex-crazed porn with skin slapping and sweat and weird positions. It was the kind of sexy that you see in romantic movies with the person that she kind of loves or whatever. When the guy wounds their hand in yours and is slow and sensual.

This was a whole new kind of sexy. And you enjoyed it. Misha was slow. Incredibly so, enough to drive you mad. But you could see how this was so much more romantic. He touched you softly, held you down like you could break. His grunts were nowhere near animalistic- they were husky- and your breathing was shallow. There were no scratch marks down his back, no dark purple hickeys that would be sore in the morning.

This was...

"(Y/N), do you like this?" His voice was strained, his hands rubbing over your hips gently before moving up and grabbing one of your hands from his shoulder. Big blue eyes stared down at you, hooded and careful. You nod and he groans, pushing into you hard enough to scrape your G-spot. You curl into him, loving the feel of his sweaty skin together.

"Tell me you like it." He groans out, fingers trapping your hand to his, pushing it down by your head, holding tight, his hips snapping up once again- harder than before. His name falls from your mouth and you want to close your eyes- but he's staring at you like...that.

"I l-like it."

He smiles genuinely. It falls into a perfect O when you clench around him. At your words it was like you two were molded together. His pace had increased but it wasn't any less romantic.

You were hot. You felt like you were on fire. It was the way he was looking at you. Like you were so precious. Like you were a star or something. Like he's never seen you before. He's never looked at you like this. Occasionally he'd stare at you in class, but not like this. There were no words for this.

"Misha, I'm close." You pant, head falling back onto his mattress. How you wouldn't mind sleeping here. Wait, what?!

"Come for me, baby. I've got you. You're safe."

You let go. Because you've never felt the way you've ever felt right now. If this feeling could be put into words it would be orgasmic. Ironic how you were actually having an orgasm.

His name was relentless, licking at your lips and sounding so good on your tongue that you couldn't stop. His one hand had tightened around yours and his other had lifted your back up to his torso, holding you there as you trembled under him. He wasn't far behind, a string of curse words coming from his mouth and his head buried in the crook of your neck.

Afterwards the two of you laid together, in silence. Your orgasm had passed but that feeling still lingered in the air, making your tummy tingle with joy.

"Thank you." You say.

"For what?"

"For being my teacher."