#if you zoom in she has freckles btw :)

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3B Barbara Gordon

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I think this outfit worked really well with her. She was a pleasure to draw!

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Teacher Of The Year - P.07

Pairing: Professor Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Heartbroken and restless, she walked into a bar with the full intention of getting smashed but she got more than she bargained for. Much more.

Warnings: Implied smut, teasing, NSFW

WC: 2640

SERIES MASTERLIST

“Uh.. Miss?” Dean says, eyeing her up and down, as he pretends to have forgotten her name. He also tries to hide the smirk that’s growing almost evidently on his face because he has just caught her off guard and the sound of his voice makes her jerk her face up to look at him. 

He wonders what she’s thinking about, if she was thinking about something naughty because her cheeks burn up and she looks a little flustered, “Please pay attention.” And then he plays his part, frowns at her, for good measure.

“Yes, sir.” Y/N nods her head, lips curve into a grin and the way she said sir has him all hot and bothered. She knows exactly what she’s doing to him and he thinks that maybe, she’s not so innocent after all.

  She holds his gaze while she slowly spreads her legs, feels bold and daring as she leaves them open, flashing her blood red lace panties before crossing them again. Dean’s jaw drops and his cheeks are a little pink. He clears his throat.

Later in the lecture, when her classmates are engrossed in their books, her phone starts to vibrate and when she looks up to Dean, he grins wide and wriggles with his eyebrows. 

She tries not to roll her eyes before taking her phone to thumb over her text messages.

D: Nice panties.

Y/N: Thanks. But why are you texting me when I, and I quote, ‘need to pay attention’?

D: Well, you started it. How am I supposed to teach when you constantly flash me your panties? Which btw, are fucking sexy, I must admit.

She does her best to swallow down the chuckle that wants to slip out.

Y/N: Too bad you can’t see them up close today.

D: Why’s that?

Y/N: I’ve got lectures the whole day plus a study group until late evening. I forgot about that last night, sorry.

D: As long as you don’t turn me on any more than you already are, we should be good. But I think I need to see you tomorrow and talk about your essay.

She looks up at him, sees him wiggling his eyebrows again and she almost chokes up laughing.

“Miss? Is everything ok?” He frowns at her then.

“Yeah, sorry, sir. Everything’s fine.”

 *

 D: Where are you now?

Another text from Dean as she sits in her last class for the day. He probably finished already

Y/N: In class.

It was short because she really should be focusing on what the teacher is saying.

D: Still wearing your panties?

She can’t help but grin at that text because he must be riled up. She’s sent him pictures between classes. Pictures she took while she went to the bathroom, pictures of her panties and her hand inside of them, rubbing at herself.

Well, there goes her focus, thrown out the window faster than lightning because now, she thinks that maybe it’s time to tease him some more, and lowers herself down in her chair. When the professor had his back on her, and the other students were all minding their own business. She spreads her legs and slips the phone in between, one hand parts her panties to the side, and her fingers quickly snap a picture before she sits back upright. 

It was a good one too. She could literally see how wet she is. And all because she can’t stop thinking of him.

She sends Dean the picture with a caption.

Y/N: Yes and they’re all wet because I’m soaked. Think I need to take them off soon.

Sitting back, she waits for his answer and she honestly doesn’t know if she has broken him because it’s taking him way too long. 

Just when she’s about to put her phone to the side it starts to vibrate and her classmate looks at her funny. She shrugs with a grin as she takes the phone and thumbs open her messages. It’s a picture message. From Dean. She opens it and oh god, she wishes she didn’t.

There’s a caption to the picture, too.

D: See what you’re doing to me?

On the picture, there’s Dean, well, only his middle part but she can clearly see it’s him, recognizes that freckled stomach when she sees it, could easily pick him out of a police lineup if she has to. He’s at home because he’s sitting on the sofa, and apparently only in his underwear. His cock is hard, she can see his dick print clearly. She pinches at the picture, zooming in to see the tip of his dick poking through the elastic of his underwear, a shimmer of pre-cum glistening in the light.

It’s honest to god a mouth watering sight. Her heart rate picks up and her cheeks begin to warm up. 

Gnawing at her bottom lip, she decides on her next steps. It looks damn inviting and she would give a lot to be able to taste him right now, can’t lie about that. Calculating the time in her head, she comes to the realization that she simply does not have enough time to go see him.

And while she knows that seeing him today is not possible, she types out a message.

Y/N: You’re a tease

D: Takes one to know one.

He’s probably right. She started it and she really shouldn’t bite off more than she can chew.

Tucking her phone away, she tries to listen to the last couple of minutes of her class and when the lecture finally ends, she gets another message.

D: I’m trying to grade papers but I can’t concentrate.

Y/N: Aww.. poor you. Maybe you should jerk off?

D: Or you could help me.

Y/N: Listen, I have to rush over to the library. Really Dean, you need to get it out of your system. I will probably fuck myself on my fingers later too.

D: Well, now I can not stop thinking about you fucking yourself on your fingers. Thank you very much!

She laughs while still staring on the screen because she can literally see him rolling his eyes at her.

 *

 Her fellow students are already waiting in the library when she arrives. She’s running late because of Dean’s distraction, and she tried to get herself off in the bathroom but it didn’t work so instead of chasing after a relief, she had to run across campus to reach the library on time. Her study group is not exactly thrilled about it and she understands. 

As soon as she sits down, the discussion starts immediately, Y/N didn’t even have time to take out her notes when they bombard her with the first question. It isn’t long though, until they let her off the hook and when the attention isn't on her anymore, she finds herself lost in her thoughts. Her mind wanders around, even if she didn’t want it to but there’s a tingly feeling between her thighs that she couldn’t satisfy yet and oh god, she wants to come so much, wants to get it out of her fucking system like she told Dean to do.

She wonders if she’ll survive until the end of her study group session, thinks that having to sit here is pure fucking torture. Nonetheless, she lowers her head in an attempt to read the last paragraph for the sixth time already and she does not think that she’ll get it in her head this time either. 

“Y/N? Your phone just went off.” Her friend takes a peak at the phone that sits next to her spiral notebook. “Who’s D?”

She jerks her head up, grabs her phone in a hurry. She hasn’t even noticed that her phone went off again and again because she was trying to get that paragraph into her head while she simultaneously tries not to think about his dick in her pussy.

“Oh, someone from tinder.” She says, because the best dick she ever had doesn’t sound like it was a good answer, and takes a look at the three text messages. The first one was sent  twenty minutes ago. 

D: How’s studying going?

D: Hey? You still alive?

D: Hello?

All of them are from Dean.

Y/N: Yeah, sorry, didn’t hear my phone and now my friend is asking who D. is.

D: Tell her it’s the best D you ever had.

Oh my god. She rolls her eyes.

Y/N: Even if it’s true. I’m not going to tell her that.

D: It’s true though, isn’t it?

Y/N: Shut up and let me study

D: Bossy. I like it. 

Y/N: Can you hear that sound? That’s me rolling my eyes.

D: Bratty, I like that too.

Y/N: Fuck you.

D: I’d rather fuck you.

She blushes ridiculously hard at that.

After a long while of not getting one single paragraph into her head, she excuses herself. “I uh..I need to use the bathroom.” She doesn’t wait for an answer, stands up and disappears with her phone. Maybe it would already help if she can splash some water on her face. Maybe that’ll wake her up, making her think of something else than Dean and his ridiculously big and juicy cock. Oh my god. She shakes her head, breathes in and out, needs to hold on for another hour and then she’ll be free to go. 

While she stands all alone in the library bathroom, she splashes water on her face in an attempt to cool it down, and it doesn't do much for the blush in her cheeks as she can see in her own reflection in the mirror. 

Sneaking into a stall, she locks it behind her and leans her back against the wall. She can’t help but brush her fingers against her clit, touches herself through the damp fabric of her underwear and she can’t lie, it feels so good to finally be able to take off the edge a little. Hooking her fingers into her panties, she slides them down and steps out, pushes them into the pocket of her skirt. Whoever invented skirts with pockets deserve a Nobel. 

She then proceeds to rest one foot on the toilet seat and leans back a little more, giving herself more access to her throbbing clit. She starts to rub her folds, to massage her clit, smearing wetness around her pussy and all the while, she thinks of him. Her hands and fingers mimicking his motions from when they touched her last.

There’s a sudden flash of idea and she grins to herself mischievously. Y/N takes her phone out of the pocket of her skirt and snaps a picture of her touching herself, two of her fingers buried in her pussy. She then takes them out and places the slick fingers to her mouth, snapping another picture of her mouth sucking at them.

Y/N: Too late, I’m fucking myself.

She sends the text first and then the pictures.

Y/N: I’m so nice and wet, too.

She never really know how much fun teasing could be but here she is, teasing the fuck out of her professor. And she grins when she pictures him opening up her messages.

D: That’s it. I’m coming

Y/N: Wait, what? You touching yourself too?

D: No, I’m coming to the library.

She gasps silently.

Y/N: I’m not finished yet.

D: Spoiler alert. I’m already waiting outside in my car.

Y/N: You’re what?

D: Thought I could pick you up and honestly, grading papers is not going too well. I’ll do that later.

Y/N: God, what are you doing to me?

D: Look who’s talking.

Y/N: I’m going back to studying.

She pushes her phone back in her pocket before getting out of the cubicle and cleaning her hands of the excess slick, takes a last look to see that everything’s in order in the mirror before she slips out of the bathroom.

While she walks back to her group, she looks around the library but she can’t spot Dean anywhere, which means that he probably stays in his car and really waits for her. What a creep. A cute creep, though.

Back at studying with her group, her phone vibrates again and she takes it out of her pocket.

D: If you have time, come to the Paleontology section. Way in the back.

He wants her to do what? She bites down on her bottom lip, debating on what to do. She sighs out loud before answering him.

Y/N: I’ll see what I can do.

When everyone else is engrossed in their books, she stands up, excusing herself, “Sorry, I don’t feel too well. I need some fresh air and probably will go grab something to eat. I’ll be right back.” She leaves before the others can even object.

Y/N walks to the back of the too dim library and the further back she gets, the darker it gets too. The atmosphere is somehow like in those horror movies, like right before the dumb bimbo gets slaughtered by a psychopath.

Nonetheless she keeps on walking. Rounding up the last corner, she sees him then, sitting at a table on his own, his nose buried in a book.

“Why are you here?” She hisses in a low voice, as she walks closer to him. 

Dean looks up from the book, his gaze travels around, taking in his surroundings before he looks up at her and licks his lips, “Why, I’m just sitting here, reading about Paleontology. Did you know that Dinosaurs translates to ‘terrible reptile’? No? Me neither.”

She purses her lips into a smile, he’s so cute in a nerdy way when he throws facts at her. Dean pushes himself back and away from the table, the screeching of the chair loud enough to make them both flinch and there’s an echo going throughout the library.

“Shhhh!” She places a finger to her lips and Dean tries not to laugh too loud.

“Come here,” He whispers, reaching out for her and pulls her down onto him, letting her straddle one of his thighs.

“Your pants!” She hisses out and he frowns.

“My pants? What’s wrong with my pants?”

“I’m not wearing any panties.”

Dean places his hand on the back of her neck, pulls her closer and kisses her, “Do I look like I care?”

He brushes his fingers along her face, fingertips caressing her cheeks, tucking her hair behind her ears and she can feel the blood rushing to her face.

“You’re going to be the death of me, have I told you that before? If yes, I want you to hear it again,” He’s babbling in a low whispering voice, and she’s squirming in his lap, because she doesn’t want to hear anything in this moment, more than anything, she wants to feel him.

So, she goes in, crushes her lips to his to silence him, preventing him from saying more. Her tongue licks at his bottom lip and he parts for her so easily, giving her enough space to slide her tongue in along his, and her hands were everywhere, tugging and stroking along his body, gripping at his shoulders, ruffling up his hair.

He holds her in place with one hand firmly placed at the back of her neck while the other one disappears underneath her skirt, fingers skimming up her thighs and up around to caress her ass.

“I don’t have much time,” Y/N breathes into the kiss and Dean ignores it, pulls her closer, teeth nibbling at her bottom lip. 

After a while he breaks the kiss, needing air and rests his forehead on hers before he grins, “We should make it count.”

P.08