The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Hot Substitute Teacher

Dwayne x Reader

You took your seat by the window, third row to where the popular girls sat with their jock boyfriends, never paying attention to the monotone teacher up front. The class goes silent, including the usually-chatty nerdy students, which you found odd since it had only happened when a mysterious, leather-wearing boy had switched to your class and that was pushing it. But this silence was on a whole other level.

You had to admit the sub was hot, but you were taught to never draw attention to yourself.

Major muscles.
Shoulder length, silky black hair.
Gorgeous brown eyes with flecks of hazel.
Plump, red full lips.
You wanted them kissing your lips, but also sucking on your skin....leaving behind a number of hickeys.

"Attention, students." He cleared his throat. "I am Mr. Wirth, your substitute teacher, seeing as how your usual one is sick."
His voice was smooth, yet sexy. "Alright. Let's get started."

You can just imagine him running his hands along every inch of your body, squeezing in certain places.
All the other seniors stared at him and a possessive emotion came over you.

"This is going to be a long class." You sighed, crossing your legs.

-W-

You slid your backpack over both shoulders as the bell rang and you paused as his voice spoke your name.

"Y/N, can you stay behind for a few minutes?" He asks.

"Sure." You mumble, unsure if you can even manage being in the sane room as this incredibly sexy man.

"Great. Close the door, please." He demands.

"Am I in trouble?" You stumble over your words as it locks from the inside.

"No, definitely not." He said. "I was paging through your file. Your IQ is way above the average senior."

"I wouldn't say that." You trail off.

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow. "You just kept distracting me off all of class and I saw you glaring at those other girls." He shuts the blinds.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. They shouldn't be looking at something that can be mine." You avoided his gaze and mumbled the last part.

You didn't realize how far into your bubble he'd gotten until your nose was at his chest and you could clearly see the lust in his gaze. He cups your face and examines you.

"You're really cute when you blush." His thumbs drift across your cheeks.

Before you could say anything, his lips pressed against yours and it felt amazing, like there were literal sparks between you two.
The kiss becomes rougher and you attempt to use your tongue, causing him to moan. His hands leave sparks as they trail down your body and stop on your ass, squeezing roughly and earning him a moan into his mouth as you jump up and wrap your legs around him, tangling your hands in his silky locks. You grind against him and he traps you between the wall and the desk. You unbutton his plaid flannel teasingly slow while your fingers brush his bare chest. He groans and rips it off, yours following and lays you down on his desk, running his hands all over your body.
He trails rough kisses down your body until he finds your sweet spot. His right hand expertly unsnaps your bra and massages your boobs as he plants hickeys along your chest. You pull him back up to you and shove your tongue inside his mouth.

Somehow you manage to undo his belt and pants which he kicks to the side before removing yours.

You moan as he adds fingers and builds your pleasure high before removing his boxers and rubbing himself along your entrance.

"Ready, sweetheart?" His voice drips with pure arousal.

"I think so." You say, nuzzling him.

He smirks and enters you in one swift motion. You grip the desk as it slowly ebbs into a scene from those pornos you watch.

"I think you might be my soulmate." He gently nips your skin.

You moan out his name as your eyes roll back in your head. And both highs hit simultaneously.

You slip your clothes back on and attempt to regain composure as he captures your lips once more. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Wirth."

"Oh, I'm sure you will, Y/N."