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Mr Wilkinson - Sammy Wilkinson

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Sorry I haven't updated in a while I have been really busy

To make up for it here is a Sammy Imagine

It is not mine

All credits go to the lovely : pineapplegrier ( on tumblr give her a follow )

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"Where is our teacher? He's so late to class!"

Class was supposed to start more than thirty minutes ago, and my teacher still had yet to make an appearance. I was transferred to his class, since I failed out of my first class. The teacher was simply too boring to me, and even when I tried my hardest to pay attention, I couldn't. His lectures seemed to put me to sleep and I couldn't deny that I daydreamed the class away more than half of the semester.

I hadn't ever seen this new teacher, considering he would be a brand new face to me - but he was rumored to be not much older than the students and the most attractive teacher in the school.

Before too long, a tall, gorgeous figure came rushing through the doors. He was dressed in a crisp, blue button up and a pair of khaki slacks that hung rather lowly around his hips. His shirt was buttoned to the collar and he had a simple black tie around his neck. His smile was big and beautiful and his hazel eyes were bright. I had to admit, he was truly stunning.

"Sorry I'm late! I had car troubles this morning and the substitute for my class left a little too early," he chuckled to himself, setting his briefcase on his desk. His eyes scanned the room and stopped at me, eyeing me up and down as a light smile played on his lips. "We have nearly twenty more minutes of class left. I suppose you all could consider this a free class!"

I smiled back at him as he sat down at his desk, eyes still glued to me. "I'm aware we've gotten a new student," he smirked and raised his hand, gesturing me to where he was behind his desk.

I let out a sigh of nervousness and bit my lip, shuffling over to his desk silently. He grinned up at me, his eyes sparkling. "It's y/n, correct?"

I nodded my head and watched as his fingers rapidly moved papers around. All I could think about was how big his hands were, and how long and slim his fingers were. I could just picture his fingers stroking up my thighs and dipping into my panties. I quickly attempted to push the thought to the back of my head and I nodded my head. "Yes, that's my name."

He nodded his head and chewed on his bottom lip, eyes scanning over a specific paper sent from the principal about my new arrivial in his class. "I'm Mr. Wilkinson," he cleared his throat. I watched his lips as he spoke and desperately fantasized about pressing mine to his and kissing him. I bet he was a great kisser.

I blushed and tried not to think of anything I shouldn't. He was probably in a relationship, married even, considering he was as breathtaking and intelligent as he was.

"I don't want to take up too much of your class time right now," he started, "You probably have a few things to work on, anyway. Would you mind staying after class?"

I gulped as his eyes devoured where my thighs and the hem of my pleated plaid skirt met. I knew exactly what he was thinking with the mischievous glint in his eyes. "To talk about my grades?"