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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural, Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Misha_Collins
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Misha_Collins
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Oral_Sex, Sexual_Content, Anal_Sex,
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Sex, Rough_Sex, Sexual_Tension, Underage_Sex,
      Top_Jensen_Ackles, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Teacher_Jensen, Bottom
      Misha, Student_Misha, First_Time, First_Kiss
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-26 Words: 3306
****** Meet Me After School ******
by StarkRogers135
Misha looked up at his teacher, losing himself in the emerald eyes. Teasefuly,
he licked over his lower lip, sucking on it lightly. He loved it. Teasing,
always teasing, sometimes so much the teacher froze and blushed in the middle
of a lesson. He remembered one time he'd come in his pants when he was sat in
the back of the class and Mr. Ackles had just kept looking at him right in the
eyes while listening to another student. He wondered if Mr. Ackles did like it,
because they'd never spoke a single word about that, actually Misha did never
speak in class. He sighed as he leaned back in his seat, stretching his arms
and his back before he focused back on his teacher, a small smile ghosting his
lips.
Jensen stopped speaking when the bell rang. "Misha," Jensen said lowly, "I'd
like to see you after school."
Misha looked up at his teacher, raising a curious eyebrow. "What for?" he
asked, the corner of his lips curling in a small smile. "I mean, of course,
sir."
Jensen smiled wickedly. "Good boy." he purred before letting Misha leave.
Misha felt his breath hitching a bit at the words. He got out of the class, his
gaze lowering on the floor in an obedient way. The day passed rapidly and soon
enough, he was standing in front of Jensen's class. Knocking twice, he shifted
impatiently on his feet. "Sir ? It's me. Misha." he called.
"Come in," Jensen said, his feet kicked up on his desk as he graded papers.
"Come in, Misha. Close the door and lock it behind you, too."
Misha did as he was told, locking the door, and turning back to Jensen. He felt
himself getting a bit nervous, being alone with the older. "You wanted to see
me ?" he asked, leaning against the door.
Jensen looked up with a teasing smile. "You tease me a lot in class, Mr.
Collins." he said and kicked his feet down pushed the papers aside and stood.
"You know I hate that. How I try to stay focused without getting distracted."
Misha licked over his lips as his gaze ran up and down the man's body. "I'm
sorry, sir. You're tempting me." he said, trying to look inoccent.
"I'm temping you?" Jensen purred. "How so?" he smiled.
Misha chuckled lightly. "You're always looking at me, sir. And your eyes.. What
they do to me." he muttered, parting his legs slightly.
Jensen pressed his hand against his hardening dick from behind his desk. "Well,
I apologize for that." Jensen chuckled, rubbing himself firmly.
Misha let out a strangled whimper as he caught Jensen's movement. His fists
clenched by his side as he tried not to imitate him. "Sir?" he called, taking a
hesitant step toward the desk.
"Mm?" Jensen smiled, continuing the movement, his breathing increasing.
Misha's hands gripped at the desk firmly, discreetly rubbing himself against
the wood. "I dreamed about you last night, sir." he said quietly, his eyes
fixed on Jensen's hand.
"Yeah?" he panted softly, his hand pressing against himself harder and rubbed
faster. "I'd love to hear..."
"Oh, sir, the things you did to me..." Misha breathed, himself presing his body
against the desk. "Bent me over your desk, told me how bad I was." he
continued, before his eyes fluttered close and he let out another whimper.
Jensen groaned softly, bucking into his palm. Jensen panted heavily. "You
really are a bad...bad boy..."
"You don't even know." Misha muttered, before he walked to Jensen, falling on
his knees in front of him. He slowly pushed Jensen's hands away, replacing it
by his own. "Please?" he asked, looking up at him as he tugged at the waistband
of the teacher's trousers.
Jensen moaned and let his head fall back against his chair. "Fuck..." he
panted, bucking up slightly.
Misha nuzzled lightly on his crotch through the fabric, pressing his lips next
to his hand. He slowly popped the button open and pulled his pants down,
groaning at the sight. Immediately, his lips pressed back on the tip of
Jensen's cock, his tongue darting out as he closed his eyes once more.
"Oh, God..." Jensen moaned, his hands fisting into Misha's dark hair. "Shit,
Misha..."
Misha moaned quietly, his own hands coming to rest on the back of Jensen's
thigh as he took the head in his mouth, sucking lightly, his tongue sliding on
the slit. After a few seconds, he went deeper on Jensen's cock, looking up at
him under his lashes.
Jensen groaned heavily, panting and looking down at him. "Such a dirty...dirty
boy... Yeah..." he groaned. "Love my cock. Don't you, huh?"
Misha groaned at the words, trying to nod as best as he could as he squeezed
Jensen's thigh in agreement. He took him deeper, pressing his tongue on the
underside of his cock.
Jensen gasped hard, throwing his head back. Jensen thrusted his hips up hard
into Misha's mouth. "Oh, fuck..."
Misha's grip tightened as he forced his throat to relax, groaning as he
swallowed the around him. Unconsciously, he started to hump against Jensen's
leg, letting out small huff as he followed Jensen's thrusts.
"Oh, God...Misha...shit..." Jensen moaned, bowing his back hard, pushing his
length further into his student's mouth.
Misha paused there, his nose buried in Jensen's pubic hair. He let out a long
moan around him, himself feeling the vibration of it, before he pulled back
almost all the way only to take him back entirely, looking up at him.
"Fuck!" Jensen gasped, thrusting up quickly in desperate need to release.
"Shit...fuck..."
The younger pulled back as he felt Jensen being close, letting just the tip
brush on his lips, spreading the precum there, before he wrapped his hand
around Jensen's cock, stroking him carefuly. "Cum on my face." he breathed, his
other hand playing with Jensen's balls.
Jensen panted and started to jerk himself off, panting as he let Misha play
with his balls.
Misha's eyes followed Jensen's hand movement, his breath shaky as he felt
himself aching to be touched.
"No...no touching..." Jensen growled. "Not yet. Need you...dirtied up, baby
boy..." he smiled.
Misha whimpered, setting his hand back on Jensen as he kept his gaze on his
cock. He licked his lips slowly, teasingly.
Jensen groaned as he suddenly came hard with a deep moan.
Misha opened his mouth to get a little taste, feeling others drop landing on
his cheeks and chin. He groaned as he swallowed, licking over his lips once
more. "J-Jensen..." he breathed, looking up at his teacher.
"So pretty..." Jensen moaned, panting for breath. "God damn..." he grinned,
petting Misha's hair.
Misha gently leaned into the touch with a small huff. His hips vucked
involuntary against Jensen's leg and a small noise escaped him. "Please." he
whimpered.
Jensen smiled and brushed his thumb against his come on the boy's cheek,
sticking his thumb into his mouth and watching him obediently suck.
Misha nursed on the digit, licking it clean and parting his lips for more as he
felt Jensen's thumb pulling back.
Jensen wiped Misha's face, making him suck on his cum-covered digits every
time. Once his face was clean, Jensen pressed his lips on to Misha hard while
unbuttoning Misha's jeans without breaking contact.
Misha hummed quietly, obediently parting his lips, sucking on Jensen's tongue
as he bucked his hips toward him, letting out a needy whimper. He was almost
leaking, a wet trail appearing on the front of his boxers.
Jensen pushed Misha's boxers down and wrapped his hand around Misha's
impossibly hard dick and fisted him, jacking the boy off quickly, seeing he was
desperate to release.
Misha gripped on Jensen's arm, throwing his head back as he rolled his hips in
Jensen's fists. "Yes...Jensen!" After a few more thrust he was coming hard over
Jensen's hand and his own shirt covered stomach in a long moan, a bit ashamed
about how fast he'd just came. He felt a blush creeping up his neck as he
looked down at himself.
"What a good boy," Jensen praised, bringing his hand up to Misha's face for him
to clean while his free hand pet his hair. "Such a good boy..."
Misha leaned into the touch once more, almost purring at Jensen's words. He
licked his palm clean with kitten licks, sucking on the tip of his fingers. As
he looked up at him. "T-Thank you, sir." he muttered, his voice still unsteady
from his high.
Jensen smiled. "There's gonna be more," he murmured. "Don't worry. Ever have
anything inside you before?" he asked softly.
Misha hesitated for a few seconds, blushing, before he shook his head. "Only my
fingers." he muttered, nibling at his lower lip.
"Still a virgin?" Jensen asked as he ran his hands up Misha's sides. "I'll go
gentle, kitten," Jensen smiled and hooked his index finger under Misha's chin,
lifting his head up. "Tell me how you want it and how many times. You can ride
me or I can bend you over my desk," he said, his voice low, "or I can bend you
over my desk first and then you can ride me. Tell me what you want, baby..."
Misha lips parted, his breath already hitching again at Jensen's voice. "I-I.."
he started hesitantly. Both propositions seemed more than good, and his dick
seemed to appreciate it. "Desk first." he finally muttered, a small smile
spreading on his lips. "Please."
"Of course," he smiled. "Whatever you want, babe." Jensen kicked his pants off
his ankles before waiting for Misha to do the same. "C'mon. Up." he said
coaxing Misha up to his feet and bent him over the cleared desk.
Jensen slicked his fingers up before he gently pushed one in. He could tell it
was a different feeling for Misha because of the way he gasped. Besides, his
fingers were bigger than Misha's. "Tell me how you want it..." Jensen purred
into his ear, slowly pumping his finger in and out.
Misha's breath caught in his breath, as well as every words he wanted to say.
His hands gripped on the edge of the desk as he pressed his face against the
wood to lift his ass up, hesitantly pushing his hips back against the finger.
He felt his heart melt at Jensen's voice close to his ear, feeling his hot
breath on his skin. "W-Want it hard." he said, barely audible as he blushed
furiously. "Jensen, please, sir..." The burning feeling had gone and he was now
pushing his hips back for real, his eyes flluttering close.
"How hard?" Jensen smiled and nipped Misha's ear lightly, pushing in a second
finger to the tight heat.
Misha let out a small noise as his blush increased. "Want to feel it for days,
want to remember it everytime I sit." he breathed, parting his legs more as he
pushed back.
"Fuck..." Jensen groaned, gently biting Misha's shoulder as he scissored his
fingers quickly.
Misha groaned back, throwing his head back. The biting mark was making him
harden in a way he wouldn't have thought, feeling like he was Jensen's and only
his. He moaned quietly, still pushing back on the fingers.
Once Jensen got Misha stretched enough, he slicked himself up and positioned
himself at the boy's entrance, panting and hard again. "Ready?" he asked.
Misha let out a very small noise as he felt the tip of Jensen's cock against
his hole and rolled his hips toward it. "Yes." he breathed.
Jensen slowly pushed in with a groan. "Fuck..."
Misha's grip on the desk tightened as he repressed a pained noise. He froze
there, letting out a shaky breath as he tried to adapt, to relax his body for
Jensen.
Jensen panted. "So tight..." he panted.
"H-Hurts." Misha muttered, shuting his eyes tight. Still, he hesitantly rolled
his hips, a whimper falling from his lips.
"I gotcha, baby..." Jensen soothed. "You're alright..."
Misha grimaced but felt himself relaxing with Jensen's gentle words. He lifted
one of his hand, looking for Jensen's one with the tip of his fingers before he
rolled his hips more confidently.
Jensen laced their fingers together and slowly started to move his hips.
Misha let out a shaky breath, squeezing Jensen's hand in his. His hips bucked
at the same time as Jensen's own and he groaned, feeling the burn disappearing.
"M-More." he breathed.
"I don't wanna hurt you, baby..." Jensen murmured.
Misha turned his face awkwardly toward him, his lips parted and his pupils
blown wide. "Please, Jensen?" he requested, pushing back against him.
Jensen moaned and bucked into him a little harder than expected.
Misha threw his head back, biting hard on his lips to hold any noise. He
stilled there but pushed back once more for Jensen.
"Fuck..." Jensen moaned and rolled his hips, getting faster little by little to
let Misha get used to the feeling.
Misha whimpered, his grip on both Jensen's hand and the deck tightened as he
fell back on the desk, his muscles just going lax. "J-Jensen...." he panted.
"I'm here," Jensen panted, kissing Misha's neck. "I'm here."
Misha slowly felt the pain goes away and he rolled his hips for real, getting
Jenae deeper in a moan.
"Shit..." he panted, bucking quickly now, desperately.
"Jensen!" Misha cried out as his eyes snapped open under a new feelings where
Jensen had touched something inside. He immediately fought to empale himself,
wanting it back.
"That was your prostate..." Jensen panted, bucking into it again and again.
Misha moaned loudly, again ad again, his knees shaking under the pressure. His
mouth fell open in a silent scream as his hand reached behind him, grabbing at
Jensen's ass tightly.
Jensen held Misha's hips tightly, knowing there would be promising bruises
later but no one had to know. It could be between the two of them. The touch on
his ass made him fuck into Misha quickly.
Misha groaned, Jensen's name falling from his lips repeatedly, himself
imagining the mark the other would leave on his body. "Y-Yours.." he managed to
breath, still rocking his hips.
"Mine," Jensen growled, thrusting in sharply. "Nobody else can have you,
Misha."
"You only you.. Yours, yours, Jensen!" Misha cried, pleasure running in his
whole body. "Only yours."
Jensen nodded. "Atta boy," he panted. "That's my good little boy... I want you
to cum." he said huskily into Misha's ear, plowing into him now.
Misha moaned, Jensen's voice making him feel dizzy, combined with the way his
cock thrusted into him. He was already on the edge, his cock leaking, leaving
some drops on the desk. "Jensen!" he cried out, needing just a bit more to
come.
Jensen shoved into him harder, biting at his neck, just behind his ears.
In a long moan, Misha came harder than he had ever as he felt Jensen's teeth,
knowing it would leave a mark for a moment, cum splashing on the wooden surface
under him and on his shirt for the second time.
Jensen groaned loudly as he came hard into Misha's hole once he felt Misha
clamp down hard, Jensen gasping for breath. "Fuck..." he panted and slowly
pulled out. "Keep that in, 'cause I'm goin' right back into you..." he purred
and wandered over to his chair, coaxing Misha over once he was sitting.
Misha groaned as he felt Jensen's cum in him, throwing his head back. A small
whimper escaped him as Jensen pulled but he followed the movement, sitting on
Jensen's lap, closing his arms around the man's shoulders. He noticed he
prefered this position, being able to look at him in the eyes. Misha crashed
his lips on Jensen's.
Jensen moaned into the rough kiss and rubbed the tip of his cock against
Misha's clenched hole until he felt it relax and let Misha sit on his cock
fully again, a heavy groan coming out of him. "Shit..." he panted, lips
ghosting. "Ride me, baby. C'mon. I wanna see it."
Misha hands tightened on Jensen's shoulders, the moan escaping him falling on
Jensen's lips. He clenched around Jensen purposely, a smile spreading on his
lips before he lifted himself and fell back on his cock, moaning lightly and
repeating it again.
Jensen gasped as Misha tightened around him. "Damn tease..." he panted as he
watched his student ride him.
Misha hummed in agreement and leaned closer to kiss him again, sucking on
Jensen's lower lip, nibbling at it gently. He fastened his pace, his back
arching a bit as he ride him hard, moan escaping him as his hands came to
Jensen's hair, tightening there.
Jensen groaned, digging his nails into Misha's hips. Just to tease him, Jensen
didn't do anything to help pleasure him.
For a few seconds, Misha continued at his pace before he let out an annoyed
little huff. "Please, please, Jensen." he begged, kissing him again and again,
just small peck on his lips.
"Please...what, Misha?" Jensen purred, giving a tiny roll of the hips as he let
Misha continue to fuck himself on his dick.
"Need you, Jensen, please.." Misha said, moaning as he fell back on Jensen's
cock in a particulary deep movement. "S-Show me I'm yours." he breathed close
to his ear.
"How about..." Jensen gave one hard thrust, "you show me you're mine, hmm?" he
smiled.
Misha threw his head back at the thrust, before he nodded frantically. He went
even faster, parting his legs more to get Jensen deeper in him. "Yours,
yours..." he kept muttering, his eyes closed as his hand fell back on the
other's shoulders, gripping there tightly to help himself.
"Mine," Jensen growled, biting Misha's neck hard. "Nobody else's. Right? I'm
only allowed to touch you like this."
Misha whimpered at the biting, a smile taking place on his lips.
"Nobody else. Just you. Your hands on me, your cock in me. Nobody's else." he
replied, groaning as he felt the tip of Jensen's cock brushing against his
prostate. "Yours."
"Perfect." Jensen nodded, dragging his wet and hot tongue across a mark on
Misha's collarbone he made from earlier.
Misha moaned a bit at the feeling before he leaned to kiss him right on the
lips, slow and deep as he kept his pace, groaning against his lips.
Jensen played with Misha's balls for a bit before he went to lazily stroke
Misha's dick, licking into his mouth.
Misha whimpered at the contact, feeling spend but still wanting to come from
Jensen's fingers. His lips bucked in the fist stroking him, sucking on Jensen's
tongue.
Jensen moaned, feeling heat in his belly and felt his orgasm build up again.
Misha came for the second time that day in another long moan, maybe a little
less than precedently, his cum hitting both Jensen's chest and his, covering
his hand. He fell back on Jensen's cock in a particulary rough movement and
clenched around him with a cry.
Jensen starting thrusting up and and rough, desperate now. Jensen wrapped a
strong arm around Misha's waist and his other hand buried into dark hair, face
pressed into his shoulder, panting hard.
"Jensen, Jensen, come in me.. Please. Want you to fill me up again, feel you in
me." Misha whimpered, moaning a bit at the over stimulation on his prostate but
still falling back on him, following his pace.
Misha panted and came roughly with a moan, panting.
Misha threw his head back as he felt Jensen's come in him, feeling more than
full. He stayed there for a long moment, shaky breath, before he turned his
face to press a small kiss on Jensen's lips.
Jensen returned the soft kiss. "You're perfect." he smiled.
Misha blushed and hid in Jensen's neck. "Thank you." he muttered, almost shyly
now that he'd recovered.
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