What might we get up to Mr Winchester?
"Okay class I am your supply teacher today as something very um traumatic has happened to your teacher. My name is Mr Winchester and I shall be teaching you a cover lesson for today. Any questions?" Your supply teacher asks, he seemed like he should belong in a chair next to you taking notes instead of being the one teaching.
You liked him, thought he could actually teach you something. You could teach him a thing or two, you close your eyes, not want to get caught staring at the sexy man in front of you with the buttoned down shirt and a coal black blazer. His eyes seemed to linger over you like he knew your deepest darkest secret that nobody could possibly know, not even your dolls when you were little knew.
"How about you miss….. (y/l/n) have you got any questions, you seem to be distracted and I'm not entirely sure by what, so see me at the end of my class." He gave you a suggestive look, you knew what he wanted at the end of the class you weren't stupid and you weren't a slut. Guess he won't be getting any action from his pupil.
The last lesson of the day dragged on longer than you hoped for because of Mr Winchester, his long brown shaggy hair could cut through anything with a simple flick, you knew you were intoxicated by him and the longer you stayed in his class the longer you thought you were actually going to give him what he wants.
"Alright class I hope I have taught you valuable information about metals and how they react depending on where they are in the reactive series, now off you go except for you miss (y/l/n), only a few minutes of your time will do." Mr Winchester spoke with a husky voice, he ended the sentence with a breath taking smile.
"What is wrong Mr Winchester?" You mock as he is what 20, a year older than you and has a proper job working as a supply. You bet it could fool the head master but it sure didn't fool you, you knew why he was here- for the killings, he wanted information and bad- he must have recognised your last name as being the well-known hunter for this area, you grew up knives and you certainly knew how to handle a gun.
Closing the gap between you both Mr Winchester pushed a stray bit of your hair behind your ear, you controlled yourself of course not wanting to show that you truly wanted to swoon. He seemed a bit of a player and probably was, you just didn't want to be caught up with someone like that.
"Please call me Sam" Your eyes flicker shut as he spoke again, it made your inside flip with every syllable he spoke. "You know why I am here don't you, you have sussed it out already you clever little girl. What I want you to do is give me all the information I need and I will be sure to give something in return" You peak your eyes open, you did want him but you worked tirelessly for day trying to gather up all the relevant information, you didn't want to waste it just yet.
"I want a little taster first" As your lips moved to form words they lightly brushed against Sam's, you could feel his breathing hutch up inside of him as you were being so forward. Gripping your upper arms super tight he pushes you fearlessly against the writing board, your body went with whatever he wanted you to do. His plump lips started to get to work with your neck, sucking and licking and swirling his tong got the up most appreciative reactions out of you, you couldn't stop.