You hear your alarm clock shrilling and groan. Your hand aimlessly searches your bedside table before pressing the silent button. As you get up and get dressed you realise that you have sport today; you didn't actually like sport itself but your teacher - Mr Winchester - damn, he was hot, you were crazy for him. You were immediately in a good mood.
You put a tight shirt on with a short skirt and applied some makeup before going downstairs and kissing your brother on the cheek "Because you love me so much, wanna take me to school?" He groaned and got up, driving you.
The day took forever until it was finally time for your lesson with mr Dean Winchester. You and the rest of the class got changed before walking out to the gym. As you walked in you felt someone's eyes on you and you looked round and saw they belonged to your teacher. He soon asked for volunteers and your hand immediately shot up and you were chosen. He told you what was going to happen and you nodded - you would let him do whatever he wanted to do and he knew it. The pair of you gave the class demonstration and you were loving every minute - your bodies were pressed close together, what more could you want.
The lesson went by quickly and it would be lunch as soon as you were all changed. Mr Winchester put his hand on your shoulder "Come to my office once you're changed and I'll reward you for class participation" he said quietly. Your heart started racing; he was probably only going to give you a merit card or something like that but your mind was thinking of other things. After giving a small nod you went to the changing room.
You waited until everyone else had gone before redoing your makeup and making sure you looked pristine for Dean. You walked down the corridor quickly and knocked on his door, exhaling heavily. His office had no windows, so if anything was to happen no one would be able to see. Stop thinking like this (Y/N) damnit.
You sighed after a moment, thinking he had gone to lunch, before you were met by the handsome man. He opened the door and gave his wolffish grin and you couldn't help but look at his perfect lips. He stood aside and you walked in, sitting on the couch. Your eyes followed him as he locked the door and sat down next to you on the couch, your eyes meeting. You couldn't help but get distracted by them, they were like something unnatural, they were like candy apple green. "Thanks for participating in class today (Y/N), did you have any ideas in mind for your reward?" He bit his lip and his arm went behind you on the couch as he moved to face you a little more. You blushed and moved a little closer, this was the best chance you were ever going to get and you wanted him so bad.
"Well I did have something in mind..." you said sweetly, moving your hands to unbutton your shirt. He looked down at your breasts and bit his lip "(Y/N)... What are you doing?..." he whispered huskily and closed his eyes. You could see he wanted you and that's exactly what he was going to get. You took his hand and placed it on your cleavage when your shirt was off "it's okay" you whispered and pressed your free hand to his member as you whispered "it'll be our little secret".
His eyes shot open and he looked different now - he looked fucking sexy when he was needy. He grabbed you and pushed you to lay on the couch as he crawled on top of you "you're such a tease, wearing that tight shirt because you know it'll make me want you even more than I already do" he growled. You smirked up at him as you kissed him hungrily, rubbing your knee against his crotch. He pulled his shirt off and started kissing down your torso, leaving hickeys in places that nobody would see, before pulling down your skirt and panties.
"Dean," you moaned before gripping his hair "please fuck me". He smirked and stood up, grabbing a condom and pulling his pants down, freeing himself, before slipping the condom on and crawling back on top of you. You looked at him and nodded as he looked up at you, asking for permission.
He groaned softly as he moved inside you. This was finally happening. After two years the man you loved was having sex with you. "Fuck you're huge" you moaned and clawed at his back as you adjusted. He leant down and kissed you, tugging on your bottom lip, as he starts to move. You arch your back in pleasure and wrap your legs around his waist.
"Harder" you moan and watch as he leans up and pulls you with him. You move down onto him and he moves up into you, the two of you moaning as you move together. He picks up the pace and you do too, tangling your hands in his hair as you kiss him, swallowing each other's moans. He catches your g-spot and you tug at his hair "right there" you moan and feel yourself get closer as he slams repeatedly against it. "Wait for me" he whispers and you bite your lip as you hold back the wave of ecstasy begging to break. He thrusts faster and finally cums when you can't hold back any longer. The two of you are moaning messes and he lays on the couch and slides out, pulling you on top of him.
The two of you chuckle and smile softly "damn I've always wanted to do that to you" he whispers and you grin, kissing him softly before resting your head on your chest and feeling his arms come up around your body.
