Request: Could you right a one shot where Sam is extremely dominant but he is the school teacher of a female reader. So eventually he can’t take it anymore and has to have her? With like bdsm
Word Count: 4,308 (No apologies, you’ll thank me)
Warnings: Smut, BDSM (spanking, very light bondage, sub-dom relationship, nothing violent if that’s a trigger), kitten-sir language, there is a cuss word somewhere
Note: This was incredibly fun to write, I hope y’all enjoy it! Sorry I didn’t post it yesterday, but proof-reading it took almost longer than writing it.
“Cyrptozoo-what-o-gy?” you stammer, looking at your schedule. You had just met with your advisor and you needed one more class to be full time at your university, and you needed a science… so your advisor signed you up for Cryptozoology: the search and study of animals whose existence or survival is disputed or unsubstantiated. Why did your college even offer that class???
As soon as you got back to your dorm, you fired up your laptop and went to a professor rating site to get more information about this ludicrous course. You typed in your university name and Dr. Winchester, hoping for good results. All of the reviews said the class was difficult, and unfamiliar territory… but he had the highest rating for helpfulness, and hotness? You giggled and motioned for your room mate to come over, and she laughed when she saw the screen.
“Ooooh, you haven’t even had a class with him yet and you already have hots for teacher?” She teased. You smacked her arm in response, and decided to go buy your textbooks. Or go pull teeth, which would be less painful.
You walked across campus, and were so enthralled with the beautiful fall leaves, you didn’t notice someone else on the path. Well, you did, but by that time you had already fallen down into the grass. “Ouch! Hey, watch where your going!” you whined. A deep baritone voice made you look up, and you were greeted by the most gorgeous man you have ever seen. His face was chiseled, with a light dusting of scruff in just the right places. His lips were barely parted and his hair was falling into his face. He outstretched his hand and chuckled, “I’m sorry, I must’ve been distracted.” His hazel eyes shined, and you just looked at his hand… his enormous hand. He stooped down, and made you meet his gaze. “Can I help you up?”
You placed your sizably smaller hand in his, and were surprised when he pulled you up effortlessly. You weren’t expecting to be pulled up so quickly, and fell into his chest. A deep rumble emanated from his broad chest, and he placed his hands on your shoulders, and moved you away. You looked up and blush covered your face when you saw the handsome man studying you. “Um, I’m so sorry, this has been so awkward but I don’t really know my way around campus yet…” you stammered.
You eventually collected yourself enough to explain that you needed to get books for the new semester. The handsome stranger walked you to the bookstore, saying he had to go too, but you thought he was probably just polite. The conversation between the both of you was easy, and light. He asked where you were from, what your major was, and what classes you were taking. When you mentioned your Cryptozoology class, the man smirked, “So what do you think about taking such an obscure class?” You shrugged, “Well, I don’t really know yet. I looked up the class though and it had some interesting things to say about the professor.”
He raised his eyebrow, and gestured for you to continue. You chuckled lightly, “It um… Well it said that the professor,” you held up finger quotations, “ is ‘incredibly hot’ and that his class was pretty difficult.” The man laughed, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. You looked at him quizzically, but he just shook his head.
You reached the bookstore, and he opened the door like a gentleman. As soon as both of you made it though the door, the attendant shouted out, “Dr. Winchester! The books for your class just came in if you want to email your students!” You turned on your heel, blushing like a maniac. “Y-you’re my professor?” you stuttered. He winked, and handed you your textbook, lightly brushing his hand with yours. “Yes ma’am, and I expect to see you again this Monday, bright and early,” he winked, and left you stunned in the bookstore.