can i request that teacher!jared and studen!jensen? like their first time? like jensen has been teasin jared nonstop making him blushy and squirming under his hot student sharp eyes and one day after school jensen decides he is done and he wants jared right now?
This teen–this young man has him wrapped around his finger.
He definitely knew this when Jen–Mr.Ackles made him do something unspeakable last Friday.
“Got you something, Mr. Padalecki,” Jensen interrupts his thoughts as he comes in after the crowd of students.
His green eyes alight with excitement as he walks over to Jared’s desk.
The big, red apple Jensen pulls from behind his back makes the teacher blush.
“I remembered last week when you said you liked apples,” Jensen says, setting the fruit down near test papers.
The rest of the class talks on, loud. Jensen just leans in over the desk real close, Jareds looks at his chest, not his face. His face is hot and he feels just a little flustered under his students gaze.
“Remembered you said you liked them big and juicy,” Jensen murmurs with a vicious smirk, walking back slowly as Jared gulps.
He waits till Jensen is back in his seat, all the way in the corner of the class, so he can start.
“Settle down!” He yells, standing.
Jensen’s stare follows him around the class as he gives his lecture and Jared turns red and stutters some, the class not noticing.
Mr. Ackles, the hot senior, made Jared shoot a load into his khaki’s last week Friday.
“Begin your worksheets, I’ll be walking around to help.” They were having a conversation at his desk as everyone filed out, tossing their test papers onto the corner of his desk. Jared was already a shy mess as Jensen sat on the edge, laughing and joking with him.
“What’s your favorite fruit, Mr. Padalecki?” Jensen had asked, plump lips turning up into a smile.
Jared loosened his tie and wiped some sweaty hair off his forehead.
“A-apples are good for me–I mean, to me. They taste good to me,” he stuttered out, biting his lip in embarrassment afterward.
Jensen had made a surprised face, like this was important to him.
There were still a few kids in the room, some football players that didn’t want to leave yet.
Jared lifted his eyes to meet Jensens, “Red apples, but they have to be big. And juicy, otherwise it just isn’t right,” Jared smiled.
Jared was steadily trying to keep his lower half under his desk, his cock had been hard all period. Sensitive and bloated, he was on the edge.
“Big and juicy, huh?” Jensen whispered, sliding off the desk to come around to Jared, one hand on the back of his chair and another on his shaking leg, pulling his chair out from under the desk.
“M-mr. Ackles,” Jared sputtered, face going a deeper shade of red.
But the look in the younger man’s eyes had Jared cutting off with a whimper.
“Big and juicy?” Jensen repeats in a hoarse whisper, face close to Jareds.
Jared nods slowly, eyes locked on Jensen.
“I could give you that?” A dirty smirk and a firm grab at his hard dick make Jared gasp.
“O-oh,” and just as Jensen releases him, he’s messing himself, coming hard into his boxers and khaki’s, biting his lip bad enough to draw blood.
Jensen walks out with the last of the students, Jared watching his back disappear as he spurted weakly, shaking.
He waited twenty minutes, frozen in his seat, hot, sticky mess clinging to his inner thighs and cock head, before bolting with his briefcase and keys in hand.
He knocked into a few students on the way to his car, apologizing, feeling his come beginning to dry.
Jared even left the tests there.
“Mr. Padalecki, I need help with this last question.”
He gulps turning to look at Jensen. He can’t not help him.
“Y-yes,” he nods, walking between desks of talking students all the way to the back of the class.
He stands at Jensen’s right, between the wall and the desk to lean over and look at the question.
“You…you already have the answer–”“Your ass in those pants is driving me crazy,” Jensen whispers roughly, still looking down at his paper intently.
Jared tenses up. He has two choices. Walk away and say nothing or stay and prove the other staff right, that he’d end up having an affair with one of his students.
He’s 22, the youngest teacher there.
“Don’t move if this is alright,” Jensen murmurs.
Jared feels a hot palm come to squeeze at his ass. He goes still, lets Jensen rub at him and then press his middle finger between his cheeks.
“Jensen, we can’t,” he whines low, his student pressing in hard to push against his hole.
It sends the tight ring of muscle into spasms, blooming open and then clenching back up.
“Been awhile, hm? Feel fucking hungry for it,” Jensen growls.
Jared lets himself be fondled, lets Jensen squeeze his cheeks and press between them.
“Mr. Padalecki! Class is over!” A girl named Clara yells from the front.
“O-oh. Yes, dismissed,” he startles, quickly standing up straight and scurrying along with the students to get to his desk as they hurry out.
Jensen is the last out, doesn’t even look at Jared.
He walks quickly to his car, briefcase against his crotch as his free hand fumbles to get his keys out his jacket pocket.
Its windy and about to rain. And looks like another weekend to be spent frustrated and horny. Another weekend of longing.
His car is parked towards the back, where most teachers park. But it looks like he’s the only one left and the sun is still in the sky.
Jared sighs and puts his key in the lock, but freezes when he hears a voice.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Mr. Padalecki. Out here all alone,” Jensen drawls lazily.
Jared looks over his shoulder at him, dick twitching in his slacks.
“Gotta tell you, black has never looked so good,” Jensen comes to press himself to Jared’s back.
He gasps, looking around the empty parking lot quickly.
“No one here, Jared,” Jensen whispers.
He has another choice. He decides this is the right one.
“God, I’ve been waiting for this,” he breathes, twisting around and dropping his belongings to kiss Jensen frantically.
He wraps long arms around strong shoulders, mewling when he gets a taste of Jensen’s tongue dominating his mouth.
“Could have asked,” Jensen pants, hands going to rip at the button on Jared’s pants, unzipping them and pulling him out.
Jensen jacks him hard and fast, kissing him to silence his cry. He pushes and pulls at Jensen, loves the way he’s being pressed against his car.
Its dirty and wrong, out in the open where any of the staff or a student could catch them.
“Knew you were bad the day I fucking saw you. Dressed up like a good boy with your tie and your shoes, cute smile. That fake innocence,” Jensen hisses.
Jared’s squeak of surprise is embarrassing when Jensen man handles him to turn around.
His hard length slides against the cool car, making him shudder. Knows exactly what his student wants when Jensen presses up behind him, biting at his neck, cock nestled between Jared’s clothed cheeks.
“D-do you have any lube?” He breathes, looking around and pulling down his slacks below his ass.
“Yeah, fuck. You wanna do it right here?” Jensen moans, Jared can here him undoing his jeans.
Jensen shoves his boxers and jeans right under his balls, pulling the packet of lube from his back pocket.
“Now or not at all,” Jared smirks over his shoulder, arching his back as he reaches to spread himself open.
Jared wonders what would happen if some on did catch them. If he’d stop and have the sense to be ashamed.
He looks back to see Jensen spreading lube on his–pretty impressive– cock, and Jared decides, no. He wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Let me–” Jared pants, grasping the slick, throbbing length in his hand to guide him to his hole, rubbing the fat tip against his hole until he opens up for it.
Jensen hisses as he presses forward, Jared letting out a cry as Jensen goes balls deep.
It echoes out but Jensen isn’t phased, just rears back and shoves back into Jared with a grunt, then repeats.
Jared hasn’t been filled like this in a while, the good feeling of a thick cock spearing him open, dirty fucking.
His hips bang against the car door, biting into the back of his hand to muffle the screams.
“Had to have you. I couldn’t keep playing that game with you, sweetheart,” Jensen slurs hotly into he ear.
Jared throws his hips back, tightening around Jensen, and pulls forward as Jensen pulls outward.
“Came in your fucking pants for me, let me feel you up in class, that pretty blush,” Jensen fucks him hard.
Like he’s waited forever. He’s unforgiving, hitting his prostate dead on and Jared’s eyes cross.
His knees will be banged up and his hips too, his dick rubbed raw by the car, and his ass pleasantly sore.
“I’m gonna c-come soon,” Jensen stutters, hips fucking quicker, dick hardening further.
“C'mon, Jensen. Work for it,” Jared growls back at him. “Wanted to fuck my ass, Ackles, do it right.”
That gets him going, wrapping his arms tight around Jared and snapping his hips forward. Jared yells out, fuck his hand.
Their bodies tight together, Jensen panting into his ear as his cock fucks him raw.
“Yeah, ’m about to come, too. Come just on your dick,” Jared pants.
The door to the school building opens up and a girl comes walking out.
“Don’t make a sound,” Jensen whispers in his ear.
He rocks his hips roughly into Jared, their breath coming hard and fast. The girl is walking to her car, too busy for her to notice the teacher getting fucked by his student.
As soon as she climbs in, head disappearing between rows of cars, Jensen thrusts hard up into him, forcing a choked grunt for Jared.
“Come in my ass,” Jared pants, reaching back to grasp Jensen’s hip.
Jensen curses, hips losing rhythm with the urge to come.
“Can’t last, I cant–” Jensen pants, finally shoving deep into him, rotating his hips.
The car drives off as Jensen lets out a broken cry, balls seizing as he releases hard. So good it hurts a little, whining.
Jared sighs in satisfaction when he feels Jensen finishing up, grinding back on him.
Jensen wraps an arm around him as the other goes to grip his cock, jerking him off slow and firm.
Jared mewls in response, pushing back on Jensen’s soft dick, his come splattering out onto the pavement.
He’s going to come in about five seconds, wound too tight for too long.
“Just a little more,” he grits out.
Jensen snorts, jerking just the head of his weeping length and rolling his balls.
Jensen grins up inside of him, humming.
Jared snaps, letting out a loud sound of surprise as he shoots all over the car door and window, twitching and gasping.
Jensen slips out of his clenching hole, whispering praise.
Jared slumps forward, arms on the top of the car as he shudders and catches his breath.
“Worn out?” Jensen chuckles.
He nods, not phased when Jensen spreads his cheeks to watch the rest of his come slide out of Jared.
But he is shocked when he feels a tongue push inside him, curling.
“God, oh!” He jumps, gurgling in dazed pleasure afterward.
He freezes up, but Jensen’s lips turn up into a smile against him.
“Principle?” He squeaks out.
She waves at him from the building, “You’re still here? Working hard I see!” She laughs.
“Y-yes!” He shouts back shakily.
Jensen sucks at his rim, cleaning him out.
The principle slips back inside and Jared is scrambling to pull up his slacks.
“We almost–”“Got caught?” Jensen finishes, licking his red lips as he stands, pulling up his jeans and boxers.
“Cool. Here’s my number, you can give in and text me your address later so I can see you again tomorrow, do this in your bed. Or you can suffer till Monday when you’ll end up in the same position again,” Jensen smiles, walking away.
Jared stands there, watching him.
But he makes the right decision again.
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