Norman Reedus Imagines

Mr. Reedus (Norman)

The ringing of the bell bounced off the walls and had everyone in your class sighing out in relief that the day was over. Everyone had sports, friends, work, or laziness to get to and most were happy to be done with the ever so boring lectures from your teacher, Mr. Reedus. But you on the other hand, didn't mind it so much. You even looked forward to seeing your teacher each day. Mostly because he was amazingly sexy and you could listen to his raspy, smooth voice for hours. A lot of the time you caught yourself daydreaming about him. Those hands, those arms, those sharp blue eyes, those lips, and the way he says your name. "Y/N," you bit your lip as you packed up your things, imagining again. "Y/N," this time your furrowed your eyebrows, hearing it outside of your head.
You turned and saw your teacher leaning against his desk, arms crossed, looking at you. "Do you have a moment?"
Blushing, you set what you had in your hands down and made your way over to him. "Yes, Professor?" You said shyly, playing with your hands.

"I'd like to discuss your most recent test grade," he started, getting up and moving behind his desk, to his computer, after giving you a quick once over that you didn't notice. Nodding, you sighed and followed him. "Some red flags came up with your grade and if you don't get it up before the end of the marking period, you are going to have to switch into a lower course," he said, scrolling his mouse. You knew that you weren't doing so well in his class. You day dreamed most of the class and when he was lecturing, you found yourself focusing more on the way his lips moved when he spoke than the words he actually said. It was hard to focus with him as your teacher, but you also did not want to switch out. You looked forward to see your sexy professor, that you had a small crush on, each day. "What can I do to bump it up?" You asked nervously. You were always nervous around him.
"Well, I can offer a small tutoring session, that I do to most students from myself," that was a lie. He had only offered it to you. And actually, unbeknownst to you, your grade was fine. "It requires you to stay after class a few days of the week," he said, adjusting his tie and leaning back in his chair, looking up to you. You nodded, "I can do that." You would love to stay after to see more of him. It sounded like more of a treat than a punishment. "But, we're looking for a quicker bump in your grades.." He started, smoothing out his tie by running his hand down his chest. You couldn't help but let your eyes follow it, biting your lip before snapping your eyes back up to him. "What can I do, sir?"

He now stood up, coming across the desk to where you were standing. Your breath caught in your throat when he came up closer than you expected. So close you could feel the heat coming from his body and the breath escaping his lips. Goosebumps spread down your back and your heart beat quickened. "I have a few ideas.. For some extra credit," his voice was low and husky. You swallowed before responding, voice shaky. "Like what, sir?"

He moves even closer to you, if that is even possible, it doesn't seem like it, but you now feel his skin brushing against yours, burning. He slowly brings one of his hands up, "I've seen the way you look at me in class, Y/N.." his voice has you take a sharp intake of breath. You don't know if you're dreaming right now. You try to squeeze your eyes shut tight and pop them back open to see if you'll wake up, but when you look up, his blue eyes pierce into yours, making your knees weak. "I've seen the hunger.." He whispers into your ear, hand brushing some of your bangs that escaped the pony tail you had up to the side. "And I've seen the way you look in those short skirts.." His head is now ducked down, lips by your ear, causing shivers to roll down your spine. But then his free hand is on your hip, sliding down your thigh. You had a uniform for your school and the skirts were a part of it, but you did have very long legs, making it seem short. And you drove him crazy when you'd bend over to pick up your books. "Mr-Mr. Reedus.." You stuttered in shock, feeling his hand move to the inside of your thigh.
"Call me sir," he corrected you, hand sneaking up.
"Sir.. Should we be doing this?" You now asked, hand going to rest on his arm, gripping it when his fingertips barely brushed against the fabric of your panties.
"Your so wet.. Do you want me to stop?" It was more of a teasing question, him knowing the answer before you violently shook your head no. "Do you want to earn your grades?" He now asked and you bit your lip harder when his fingertips lightly ran back and forth over the wetness of your panties. You nodded yes. "Do you want me to fuck you?" His simple, blunt words had you letting out a soft moan, especially when he pressed down on your wetness, rubbing harder over the fabric.
"Yes.. Please fuck me, sir," you whined, hips bucking. You could tell he tried to hold back the growl that ripped through his throat, but it escaped when both his hands moved to behind you and roughly grabbed your ass while moving you so you were leaning against his desk. He reached up and ripped open your button up blouse, revealing your white lace bra. His hands immediately darted and cupped them, kneading them over the fabric.
Your heart beat was rocketing at the same time you felt yourself grow increasingly turned on. You weren't sure how you got your shaky hands to work, but you ended up untucking his shirt from his pants, yanking it upwards. It was also a button up shirt so you fumbled with the buttons until you got them undone and snuck your hands in, rubbing them up and down his chest just as you had dreamed of doing. He hissed when you raked your nails down his chest and leaned down, crashing his lips to yours, using one hand to grab a fist full of your hair. His tongue immediately shoved its way into your mouth, making you moan as it roughly explored you during the open mouth kiss.
He quickly moved his hands back to your breasts, yanking down your bra so they could break free of the trap and he could break his mouth from yours and attach it to one of your nipples. His teeth grazed the nub and bit down while after his tongue would run swirls around it. You gasped and let your hands dart down, palming his hardness through his pants, stroking it. He groaned. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, Y/N.. Watching you get all hot in class.. Seeing how turned on I could get you by just speaking.." His free hand twisted the other hardened nipple in between his fingers before moving his mouth to that one. "Seeing those long legs bend over in class everyday.."

"I've wanted you to fuck me since the first day, sir.."

He took his hands away and shoved yours from his member. You were so lost in the heat of the pleasure that the noise of his belt clanking as he undid it had your body trembling with anticipation. The erotica of the situation was turning you on even more. Getting dirty with your teacher, so turned on that neither of you cared you still had clothes on. You just needed it to be hard, hot, and heavy.
You watched as he leaned back and shoved his pants and underwear down, letting his hard on spring free. You bit your lip at it and let your hand dart down to your wetness, rubbing it. You had pictured his cock many times in your head, and it was better than you ever imagined it. He caught sight of you pleasuring yourself and growled again, forcefully spreading your legs wide, feet resting on the edge of the desk. He stepped forward, the tip of his member stroking the fabric that clung to your wetness, teasing you. You moaned out. "Sir, please fuck me. I need your cock inside of me.." You begged and he again swatted your hands away. Your skirt had ridden up your stomach and he was throbbing so badly, he just shoved your panties to the side before reaching up and grabbing one of your breasts and trusting himself hard into you. You gasped, which turned into a moan, and let your hands dart down, grabbing onto the edge of the desk. "You're so tight.." He growled, starting to immediately pound into you.

"Your big cock feels so good inside of me, sir, oh God," you moaned, the sound of skin slapping skin cutting off your words. He loved your dirty talk and it only encouraged him to go faster, resting his palms on the desk under your sides so he could pound deeper inside of you.
Your whole body was shoved upward each time he slammed into you and you couldn't hold back the pants and moans of his name.

He made a sudden movement, wrapping his arms around your waist and flipping you over so you were bent over the desk. You hands gripped onto the opposite edge, ass in the air as he shoved his hardness back into from behind, making you gasp out. The angle had him filling you up much deeper.
His hands found the your ass, holding onto each cheek and gripping them while he started to pound into you again. You were sure you knocked over some of the things on his desk, but you could care less. All you could think about was the overwhelming feeling of pleasure shooting through your body and him taking over your mind.
You tried to bite your lip as your body was rocking with each of his thrusts to hold back the moans, but he soon wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you closer to him, shoving himself deeper inside while his other hand leaned down and grasped onto one of your breasts. He took a few slow thrusts, really slamming himself deep and hard inside of you before he started to pick up speed again. All kinds of pleasure were making your stomach clench and fire ignite in the pit of it. You could feel yourself growing hazy as you neared your edge. "S-Sir.. Fuck, I'm so close," you panted, warning him even though he could tell by the soft tightening of your walls around him, pushing him close too. With your words and knowing he was going to finish soon, too, he went even faster. You didn't know it was possible, but he hit the magical spot inside you stronger.
Making it even better, he reached down and started vigorously rubbing your clit. Almost immediately your head shot back, mouth falling agape as you were nearly flown over the edge. You screamed for him and you felt as if you were almost dreaming the pleasure was such ecstasy. But you weren't dreaming, you had actually lived your fantasies.
"Shit.. Y/N," profanities left his mouth as his thrust grew sloppy and he held himself inside of you before letting himself go with grunts and growls. Your body was shaking violently as he almost collapsed down on you, but held himself up on his elbows, his sweaty back pressed against yours.

"You definitely are one of my best students.." He said into your ear, planting a kiss on your neck. "I can't wait for those tutoring sessions.."