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withimpunity) wrote2009-03-17 12:53 am
withimpunity) wrote2009-03-17 12:53 am
Entry tags:
rps fic: jdm/jensen au
Title: Untitled, UnApologetic Smut
Pairing: (RPS AU) JDM/Jensen
Rating: Note the Title
Disclaimer: This is fake, like Jensen’s girlfriend’s boobies.
Notes: This is porn for the sake of porning. There isn’t a plot in sight, jsyk. Also, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shiplessheathen, AVERT YOUR EYES. Unless you want to give my lovely JDM a try, then click! Ilu anyway. <333
PS: Rich Text is being a whoremonger, don't hate me if my cut doesn't work.
shiplessheathen, AVERT YOUR EYES. Unless you want to give my lovely JDM a try, then click! Ilu anyway. <333PS: Rich Text is being a whoremonger, don't hate me if my cut doesn't work.
"I'm sorry, Professor. Its just, you're a fucking tease." Jensen sucks in his bottom lip as he carefully plucks the sucker from Professor Morgan's fingers, popping it into his own mouth, watching the Professor's eyelids go heavy as he watches Jensen's tongue swirl around the tip. "You have to know what this does to me." Jensen's dark eyelashes flutter against his cheek as he sucks the blowpop into his mouth, cherry, always fucking cherry. "You know it turns your lips bright red? How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on math when all I can think about is your lips wrapped around my dick?"
"Jesus, Jensen. I don't think-"
"My point exactly, Professor. You don't think at all about how this affects me. I failed that last quiz because all I could do was stare at your goddamn mouth, just waiting for a glimpse of your tongue to peek out. I was hard the entire hour, just thinking about your tongue, sir."
"Now listen-"
"I don't think I will," Jensen smirks, pressing two of his fingers to Professor Morgan's lips. "This might just be a fun game to you, but its not for me. There's no way I'm going to pass this class if you keep teasing me like that."
Professor Morgan swallows. Jensen watches his adam's apple rise and fall. There's sweat glistening around the edges of his hairline. "Yeah? What's it going to take for you pass then?" He asks, reaching out and fingering the end of Jensen's tie, curling it around his index fingers and tugs. Jensen takes a step forward, pressing him against the blackboard. The formula he just taught the class gets smeared across the back of his suit.
"I want you inside me," Jensen whispers it in his ear like a secret, his lips moving across the shell of the Professor's ear as he speaks. He slots their hips together and he can feel the Professor's cock hard against his thigh; his own erection brushes it, sending an eruption of pleasure up his body. "I want you to bend me over this desk and fuck me, Professor."
"Goddamn," Professor Morgan swears, biting his bottom lip bloody as Jensen's breath skates across his neck. Jensen scrapes his teeth along his throat and that's it, he feels the professor's body literally snap. Professor Morgan grips Jensen's hips tight and Jensen gasps as he spins him around, moans when he feels Professor Morgan's cock pressed against his backside, thick and hard.
"Back pocket," Jensen growls, planting his hands firmly on top of the mahogany oak. "Lube and rubbers in my back pocket."
Professor Morgan shakes his head. "You planned this."
"Positive thinking is a very strong force," Jensen chuckles, biting down on his lip when he feels the Professor's hand sliding down his back, yanking his shirt out of his pants, fingers digging around in his back pocket for the lube and condoms.
"Fucking prettiest boy I've ever seen," he hears the professor mutter behind him. "The mouth on you, Jesus. Wanted to fuck it ever since you sat down in my class."
"God, do it," Jensen groans as he feels the professor spreading him with his fingers, opening him up, getting him ready to take him, all of him. It doesn't take long before Jensen's thrusting back, fucking himself on the professor's fingers.
"God, you're a little cockslut, aren't you?" Professor Morgan half-groans, working his slick fingers in and out of him.
"Christ, just fuck me," Jensen begs, fingers curling tightly around the edge of the professor's desk, knuckles and the tips of his fingers gone pale. His forehead thunks against the wood as he feels the professor begin to push inside of him, fingers wrapped around Jensen's bare hips, his short nails leaving shallow indentions in his smooth skin.
"Oh fuck, fuck you're tight," Professor Morgan moans, head tilted back, eyes half closed as he sinks all the way inside until Jensen can feels his balls flush against his ass.
"Move," he pleads, thrusting his hips back to make his point, drawing a feral growl out of the professor before he almost completely pulls his cock out, slamming back inside of Jensen so hard it knocks the air out of him.
For the next few minutes, Jensen doesn't say anything, just relishes the way Professor Morgan's cock fills every inch of him, the hot sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as he pounds into him, the little breathy sounds and whines that fill the room, not sure who's making what noise. But then the Professor is leaning over him, chest to back, pressing his wet lips to the nape of Jensen's neck, and he didn't expect that. His dick throbs, trapped between his stomach and the professor's desk, every time Professor Morgan's lips brush across his skin.
"So goddamn fucking pretty," the professor murmurs next to his ear. "Freckles...and those glasses, can't fucking..."
For some reason, Jensen just hadn't thought of it that way. Professor Morgan had been driving him fucking crazy ever since the first day of class, when he'd hopped up on the edge of his desk, crossed his ankles, and sucked on a lollipop while he talked about theorums and formulas, shit Jensen couldn't give a flying fuck about. He'd been all Jensen could think about, all day, every day. He figured if he could get this out of his system, suck him off or maybe manipulate him into fucking him, then he could get over it and then he wouldn't have to re-take Trig next year. He'd never considered that the professor might actally want it too.
"Harder," Jensen rasps out, clutching the desk tighter as his chest slides across the desk; he hears a button on his shirt pop, but can't be fucked to care about that right now. The Professor's hand are on each side of his ass, spreading him apart as he fucks him rough and fast, their breathing coming faster. He can feel the professor's cock sliding in and out of him, the wet sound it makes, and Jensen feels his stomach muscles clench together, letting out a strangled noise as he comes, all over his stomach and the Professor's nice, expensive desk.
"Fuck," Professor Morgan says around the fist he shoved into his mouth as Jensen's muscles quiver and clench around him, tightening around his cock like a vice, and Jensen feels it when he comes, his dick pulsing and hot inside of him. He presses an open mouthed kiss to the back of Jensen's neck again, his lips cold and wet against his skin, before he pulls out, discarding the condom under a stack of papers in the trash can beneath his desk. He pulls Jensen's trousers up and turns him around, tucking Jensen's shirt back into his pants, fastening his belt for him.
He stands there for a minute, just staring at the beauty of Jensen's flushed, fucked-out face, eyes heavy, mouth slightly parted. He has the urge to kiss it, pull that bottom lip into his own mouth and suck; he doesn't.
"So," He says instead, clearing his throat, and he turns around, busying himself with cleaning the blackboard. "Do you think you might be able to pass my class now, Mr. Ackles?"
Jensen watches Professor Morgan's hips sway as he moves the eraser across the board, his eyes slowly falling to his ass, and he licks his lips. He'd thought, before, that if he could just satisfy his craving that it would all go away. He'd been wrong. This was like having your first taste of chocolate, then someone telling you you couldn't have anymore, ever again. That just wasn't going to happen. "Yes, sir," he smiles, adjusting himself in his trousers. "I believe I'm going to really enjoy your class."
Jeff stood there, staring at the door long after Jensen had walked out. He was really and truly fucked.
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YES. YES, THANK YOU, THAT WILL DO NICELY.
Good god that was delicious.
"The formula he just taught the class gets smeared across the back of his suit." For some reason, that line was really hot. I have absolutely no idea why. I mean, the whole thing was hot as hell, but that line just totally did it for me.
Nnnnnnngh. Okay. Bed time now. :D
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ps, I fucking love you and your icon is making me laugh so hard I might die. JENSEN, QUIT BEING GAYYY. AAAAND. My icon is what you should write about next (aka: Jensen only gets to do it with Jared).
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Tell me what you want and I'll try!
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