!!!-CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS-!!! UNDERAGE Prompting Post // October 1st - October 15th
This is a post for any and all UNDERAGE PROMPTS. That means all prompts with pairings where one or both is under the age of 18.
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1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks2. Please come up with a title for your fic ( Read more... )
A few reminders:
1. Use your subject lines! Please start with either REQUEST or FILLED also please list the pairing and kinks2. Please come up with a title for your fic ( Read more... )
“That’s not good enough. If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to need to ask. Nicely.”
Jensen decides that’ll do it: if Jared is serious about this, he’ll push himself past whatever’s making him blush like a virgin. If not, he just won’t answer, and Jensen will let it go.
“Please... Please sir... Please fuck me.” Jared’s voice is shaking, but he manages to look up at Jensen as he says it. Through the stab of lust in his belly, Jensen registers that he’s impressed: most of his students can’t meet his eye at the best of times. He rewards Jared with the gentle press of his lips and relishes the gasp Jared lets out, the way Jared’s trembling lips part under his.
Jensen pulls away and Jared tries to follow, but Jensen holds in place with a hand on his chest. Jared gets the message and Jensen walks to his desk, carefully removing a stack of paperwork and the few books. He turns to Jared then, and motions him over. Jared hesitates before stepping around the desk to stand beside Jensen, and Jensen hides his smile. He knows the effect his desk has on his students; Jared’s suddenly much more fidgety now he’s on the wrong side of it.
“Take off your jacket,” Jensen says, loosening his tie. Jared complies, folding the jacket neatly and placing it on the edge of the desk. “Unbutton your shirt.”
Jared does it, shaky hands fumbling. Jensen turns to lock the door, calling over his shoulder, “And your pants.”
When he turns back, Jared’s shirt is hanging open and his pants are unzipped. Jensen can see that Jared’s still hard, and he walks back around to stand behind him and slide one hand into his briefs. Jared gasps again when Jensen’s fingers wrap around his cock, and Jensen strokes him, slowly, once, before pulling his hand out.
“Take off your shirt,” Jensen instructs, and steps back to give Jared room to comply. “Now your shoes.”
Jared takes them off without turning around, carefully placing them beside the desk.
“Pants and socks too.”
Jared folds his clothes neatly, like he’s afraid to make a mess in front of Jensen.
“Underwear.”
Jensen can see the blush deepening on the back of Jared’s neck as he slides his underwear off and adds it to the stack of clothing before turning back to face the desk.
“Hands flat on the desk.”
Jared has to bend a little to do it, and Jensen admires the view. In a couple of years, Jared’s going to be big. At the moment, he’s a little on the skinny side, more wiry than muscular. He’s shorter than Jensen by a couple of inches, but from the size of his hands, Jensen thinks he’ll grow to be taller. Jensen resists the urge to slide a hand down the curve of Jared’s spine, to grip his slender hips and press against him.
“Feet apart,” Jensen says, and the way Jared complies immediately has Jensen’s pulse racing. He’s about to continue when he stops, reminds himself that Jared is fifteen years old, that he needs to make sure.
“You’re absolutely certain you want to do this, Mr Padalecki? You understand that if you say no, you won’t get in trouble for it, and I won’t in any way treat you differently?” Jensen asks, and Jared nods.
“Yes sir. I’m sure.”
“Good. Now bend forward for me.” Jensen watches Jared bend at the waist until his chest is pressed to the desk, folding his hands under his cheek. He looks fragile somehow, small, trying to peer up at Jensen through his bangs.
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He leans over to the second drawer from the top and takes out lube and a condom. He puts the condom down on the desk but slicks up his fingers. Jared’s twisting a little, trying to see what Jensen’s doing, and Jensen presses gently on Jared’s cheek with his dry hand.
“Head down.”
Jared lets out a breathy little cry when Jensen’s wet fingers slide down around his hole. Jensen can’t help smoothing his other hand over Jared’s ass, spreading his cheeks further to watch his own fingers on Jared. He circles Jared’s hole a few times before pressing one fingertip in. Jared’s tight, and scorching hot, and Jensen’s hit with another lurch of desire as he feels Jared squeeze around his finger.
Jensen curls and twists his finger, pushing until he finds the spot that makes Jared’s hips buck against the table, makes his slender frame arch and tense. Jensen grins and hits it again and Jared’s moaning, trying to shove back against Jensen. Jensen pulls his finger out and easily holds Jared’s hips down with both hands.
“Hold still.” Jensen keeps his hands there until Jared nods against his hands.
When he pushes back in, this time it’s with two fingers. Jared lets out a tiny groan and it sounds a little like pain. Jensen’s worried for a moment, but the second he finds Jared’s prostate, Jared’s back to moaning. He’s writhing gently, like he’s trying not to move and failing, and Jensen lets it go. He pushes in all the way before pulling out, rubbing against Jared’s hole and pushing slowly back in. Jensen fucks Jared like that, slowly pushing in until he finds his prostate, stopping to rub at it, before pulling back out to repeat the whole maneuver. He scissors his fingers against the tight pull of Jared’s rim before dragging his fingers all the way out and taking out his cock to roll on the condom. Jensen slicks himself and lines up.
He presses the head of his cock against Jared’s hole and waits for Jared to relax into it. He pushes a little harder and Jared shifts almost imperceptibly away. Jensen grabs Jared’s hip with one hand and holds the boy in place before pushing again. Finally, he feels himself start to press inside, and he’s just losing himself in the sensation when he hears Jared whimper. Jensen stops, pulling back slightly, and feels the tremor in Jared’s hip. He glances at Jared’s face and is shocked to see Jared’s eyes are shut tight and he’s biting his lip so hard it’s turning white. Jensen pulls back all the way and rubs his hand up Jared’s back. He follows his hands with his lips, kissing gently up each knob of Jared’s spine to his neck, twisting around to reach Jared’s cheek. Jared’s eyes flutter open, and Jensen’s met a startled hazel gaze.
“Are you okay?” Jensen asks, and Jared nods, eyes not leaving Jensen’s.
“Want to tell me what happened?”
Jared looks embarrassed, but he can’t look away; Jensen’s covering him completely and he can’t even turn his head.
“I’m... I’ve never...” Jared’s whisper trails off as he closes his eyes, cheeks darkening.
“You’re a virgin?” Jensen tries to keep the shock out of his voice. Jared always seemed to flirt, he was the one to suggest one-on-one detention with Jensen in the first place. Jensen starts to stand up straight and Jared looks so close to tears that he can’t help but lean back in and press his lips back to Jared’s cheek.
“It’s okay, you don’t need to do this. We’re going to stop now, okay?” Jensen says gently, rubbing Jared’s arms.
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“Stop,” Jensen says, tone less authoritative now he’s breathing hard. Jared doesn’t stop, instead sliding down the desk and leaning back, pressing the head of Jensen’s cock back against his hole.
Jensen forces himself to pull back, pushing Jared to lie flat against the desk.
“I said stop, Mr Paddalecki,” Jensen repeats softly. He removes Jared’s hand from his cock and pins it against the desk, bringing Jared’s other wrist to lie against the first above Jared’s head. Jared lets himself be manhandled willingly, another groan escaping him as Jensen slides his fist along the length of Jared’s shaft. Jensen strokes Jared steadily, pausing occasionally to rub his thumb against the bundle of nerves under the crown. Jared shudders every time he does it, biting his lip, arching his back. He’s perfect like this, Jensen thinks, completely at Jensen’s mercy and so obviously loving it. Jensen can’t resist the urge to lean down and whisper in Jared’s ear.
“Are you close, Mr Padalecki? Are you gonna come like this, spread out on my desk like this?” Jared’s hips jerk at Jensen’s words and that’s answer enough for him.
“Do it. Come for me. Do it now,” Jensen murmurs directly against Jared’s ear, and feels Jared’s cock swell in his fist, his body go taut under Jensen. Jared comes with a soft cry and a snap of hips.
Jensen wipes Jared’s come off his stomach with the spare napkins he keeps in the second drawer before covering Jared’s body with his own, soothing Jared’s shuddery breaths with soft brushes of his lips and fingertips. Jared’s hands clutch at Jensen’s arms, and it takes several minutes for him to relax. Finally, Jensen stands up straight.
Jared props himself up on his elbows and blinks up at Jensen, looking dazed. Jensen opens his mouth to speak, but Jared slides quickly off the desk and starts pulling on his clothes. Jensen’s not sure what to say, how to handle this. He can feel the guilt starting to curl in his stomach, mind filled with the image of Jared’s face screwed up in pain, the way he shook.
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[[Part 2 to follow soon]]
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Is it possible to name these parts a, b, c and so on, because it's kinda hard to see when something is a new part, a repost or a response when they're all named the same thing.
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Re: Fill: Running Dry of Bad Excuses(2/?) (Age Gap, Size Kink, Fingering)
There not hard. I've written enough prompts here to know it's not that complicated. It takes two seconds. Less confusing for the reader.
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“Come in,” comes that smooth, calm voice, and Jared opens the door. When he sees the chair in its usual place, his heart sinks a little, but he closes the door and goes to sit in front of Professor Ackles.
“Good evening, Mr Padalecki. I thought, in light of certain revelations, that this time we could discuss your request to serve detention with me,” Professor Ackles says, eyes steady on Jared. Jared tries not to fidget under the lucid green stare. The silence stretches on between them until Ackles sighs.
“Why, Mr Padalecki. I am asking you why you wanted to spend your detention with me.”
Jared hesitates, confused. He’s sure they covered this last time.
“I... I like you, sir. I wanted to be... I was hoping you’d... want me,” Jared finishes, face growing hotter still as he realizes how laughable it is that he actually thought Professor Ackles might want him.
“I see. And did you want me to fuck you, Mr Padalecki?” Professor Ackles’ tone remains neutral, detached, like he really doesn’t care either way.
“Yes. I... I wanted that very much, sir.” Jared can’t answer fast enough.
“And why did you not tell me that you were a virgin?”
Jared drops his gaze, shame heavy in his belly. He knows he should have said something, shouldn’t have led Ackles to believe that he knew what he was doing.
“I’m sorry, sir. I just didn’t think you’d want me if you knew.” The truth is bitter on his tongue, the knowledge of his mistake and that it cost him a chance to have this, to have Professor Ackles. Jared looks up to see a look of surprise on Ackles’ face before it smooths back to his regular, pleasantly impassive expression. Professor Ackles pauses for a moment before replying.
“I wish you’d told me.” He looks regretful, and Jared feels another twist of shame.
“I’m sorry, sir, really. I know I should have been honest, I just... I just wanted you so much, and I thought...” He trails off and drops his head. He hears the headmaster’s chair scrape back but doesn’t look up until there’s a hand, warm and heavy, on his shoulder. Professor Ackles is standing over him, looking down at him, and Jared is glad to see no trace of pity or irritation in his expression as he addresses Jared.
“I’m sorry. I hurt you, and I shouldn’t have let it go that far. I’m sorry I didn’t realize what was happening sooner.”
Jared barely registers the words, distracted by the hand gently stroking his shoulder. He tilts his head to rub his cheek against it, not caring that he must look ridiculous, and sees something flicker in Professor Ackles’ eyes before he pulls his hand away.
“Are you paying attention, Mr Padalecki?”
Jared nods quickly and thinks back to what Professor Ackles just said.
“ ‘S not your fault, I should have told you. I’m sorry sir, really. If... could we... could we pretend it didn’t happen?”
“No.”
Jared’s heart sinks and he hangs his head. This must be the part where Professor Ackles tells him to leave, that it can’t happen again, that he doesn’t want Jared after all. Jared starts to rise from his chair, not wanting to go through the humiliation of actually being dismissed, but Professor Ackles presses him back down.
“You can leave in a moment, if you still want to. First, I’d like you to answer a few more questions.”
Jared nods, not looking up, and hears the headmaster turn and lean back against the front of the desk to face Jared.
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“I... I was embarrassed, sir. I didn’t think... I know you thought I... And I just wanted it to be good for you and I didn’t know how and then you...” Jared trails off, lost in his own stumbling explanation, and tries to shrug, as if it isn’t a big deal. The effect is ruined by his trembling shoulders.
“You think I didn’t enjoy that?” the headmaster’s calm demeanor drops for a second, incredulity and indignation clear in his voice. Jared glances up, surprised, and finds Professor Ackles’ green eyes almost comically wide. His face quickly relaxes back to its usual mask, but Jared starts to feel a spark of hope. He nods, confirming the headmaster’s statement, and cringes a little at the glint of anger that appears in those green eyes.
“Mr Padalecki, I enjoyed it. Very much so, in fact. I am simply concerned that I may have harmed you. You are younger and smaller than me, and I never should have pushed you like that.”
Jared’s mind is still reeling from the fact that Professor Ackles enjoyed touching him. He lets himself hope, for a moment, that the headmaster might want to do it again, before registering the cold edge to Ackles’ voice.
“Are you... sir, are you angry with me? Did I do something else wrong?” Jared asks meekly, preparing to be chastised. Instead, he watches Professor Ackles’ expression soften.
“No. I’m angry with myself. I think... I think perhaps we had best leave it at that. Unless there was anything else you wished to talk to me about?” Professor Ackles’ voice carries a note of finality that twists in Jared like a knife.
Five years. Jared has watched this man for five years, hoping to get sent to his office, slowly coming to terms with the nature of his infatuation and what it might mean for him. Five years, and he’s finally gotten what he wants, and no matter how ashamed and terrified he may be, he is not walking away without asking. Hell, Jared will beg if need be, it’s not like he can sink any lower at this point.
“Can’t I stay? I still have more detentions, sir, don’t I?” Jared says as innocently as he can.
Professor Ackles gazes thoughtfully at him for a moment, then nods briskly.
“Certainly, you may stay. Did you bring any homework?”
Jared stares at him for a moment before answering, a little bewildered.
“I thought we would...” he trails off, and the headmaster raises his eyebrows.
“You thought we would repeat your last detention? Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” Jared says, a little too quickly.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Mr Padalecki.”
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Jensen’s never fucked a student before. It’s not that he thought it was particularly wrong, or rather not that he cared about it being wrong, but he likes his job and he wants to keep it. No student, no matter how desperate, was worth that. And there have been some desperate ones. Jensen’s lost count of the number of girls who’ve strolled into his office wearing skirts two inches too short and practically begged to suck him off. Even the boys, not-so-subtly asking if they could earn extra credit, could work off their suspensions somehow, didn’t seem worth the risk. But Jared... well, Jensen’s being watching Jared Padalecki for a little longer than he’d like to admit. The kid’s already tall for his age; smaller than Jensen, but tall, and he’s going to get taller. He shrugs when he smiles, apologetic, and hides behind his floppy hair more often than not. He seems to be friends with everyone, is always hanging out with that Sandy girl, so Jensen just assumed he was... Well, Jensen was wrong. And now he’s jerked off a student, and that student is a virgin, and that student is sitting before him saying he wants to get fucked.
Jensen has no idea what to do, but there’s no ambiguity about what he wants. Jared’s looking up at him with his big hazel eyes, and Jensen’s torn between a desire to wrap his arms around him or bend him over the desk. Instead, he shakes his head.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Mr Padalecki.”
Every ounce of Jared’s disappointment is written all over his face, in the way his shoulders slump and the little sigh he lets out. When the kid looks up, there’s a hint determination in his eyes Jensen hasn’t seen.
“I won’t tell anyone. I’ll do what you tell me, I promise I’ll be good,” Jared’s voice is shaky, but getting stronger. He looks Jensen dead in the eyes and adds, “I’ll do anything you want.”
The words go straight to the gnawing desire growing in Jensen, and he’s suddenly aware that he’s hard, achingly so. Jared’s hazel gaze isn’t wavering, his promise hanging in the air, and Jensen is fighting for control again. With some difficulty, he keeps his expression blank as he answers.
“What I want is for you to do your homework. But as you don’t have that, you may go home. Come back next week, with your homework, and you can serve detention then.”
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Jared tries not to dwell on Professor Ackles too much on his way home, with limited success. He keeps revisiting the way those green eyes widened for a moment when Jared said he’d do anything, the flash of heat he’s sure he saw. He remembers the calming weight of the Headmaster’s hand on his shoulder, how it made him feel cared for, important. Jared tries not to think about the guilt in Professor Ackles’ voice when he said “I enjoyed it”.
That night, like every night since “the desk incident”, Jared slips a hand into his shorts and wraps his fingers around his cock to slowly slide down the length. He’s hard, he’s been hard since he started daydreaming about Professor Ackles instead of doing his homework. Tonight, though, Jared wants something more. He wants big hands on him, smoothing his ragged lust and pressing him down, twisting into him and holding him steady. Just the memory has him quickening the pace of his strokes, precome slicking his palm. Jared presses one fingertip against his hole and comes, just like that, hips bucking up into his fist.
Jared comes down slowly, come and sweat cooling on his skin. He wipes his stomach clean and curls up on his side, falling asleep to images of green eyes and smooth mahogany desks.
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The knock on his door is a little less hesitant this time. Jensen stands and calls for Jared to enter.
Jared walks in, coming to stand nervously in front of Jensen’s desk. He looks good, uniform clinging to his slender frame in all the right places, floppy hair falling in his eyes. He’s looking up at Jensen through his lashes, cheeks pink, hands twisting behind his back. Jensen holds his gaze silently for a moment longer than necessary, watching the boy grow more and more uncomfortable. Finally, Jared can’t seem to take it any more.
“I brought my homework this time,” he blurts out before snapping his mouth shut, blushing.
“Good. But I wondered if... maybe you’d like to learn something else this afternoon?” Jensen asks, not bothering to conceal the heat in his voice.
“Y-Yes sir, I would,” Jared says quickly, before adding, “Please.”
Jensen practically shudders. Jared’s so eager to please, so willing and naive and not at all what Jensen had first thought.
“Take off your clothes. Yes, everything,” Jensen adds when Jared hesitates. Jared puts his bookbag down and starts unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling a little. He’s blushing hard as he slowly strips, his erection becoming more and more obvious as it’s uncovered. Jensen doesn’t take his eyes off him for a second, just watches as inch after inch of golden skin is revealed. It’s only when Jared is standing naked before the desk, clothes in a neat stack beside him, that Jensen walks to the door and locks it.
“Get on my desk. Lie back and hold your knees against your chest.”
Jared doesn’t even hesitate for a moment, practically scrambling onto the smooth wood and holding himself exactly as Jensen said. The show of obedience sends a jolt of arousal through Jensen and he walks around to his chair but doesn’t sit down.
“Good boy. Now you’re going to hold still while you answer some questions for me, okay?” Jensen asks, watching Jared’s face carefully for any sign of fear or apprehension. He finds none, just confusion and arousal. Jensen slides a hand up the exposed back of Jared’s upper thigh, then down to the curve of his ass.
“Before me, had anyone ever fingered you?” Jensen asks as he lowers his lips to press against the soft white flesh of Jared’s thigh.
“N-No, sir,” Jared stutters. Jensen brushes his lips down, closer to Jared’s hole, and breathes out. Jared jumps in surprise.
“Has anyone ever given you a blowjob?” Jensen asks before sliding his tongue up Jared’s shaft. Jared’s hips jerk and he gasps sharply.
“No,” Jared says, his voice cracking.
“Has anyone ever rimmed you?” Jensen asks, and Jared is silent. Jensen looks up to find Jared looking down at him in puzzlement and embarrassment.
“I... I don’t know what that means, sir,” Jared whispers, seeming mortified. The innocence in his voice is in such delicious counterpoint with the way he’s holding himself open for Jensen that Jensen can’t resist trailing his tongue lower, to circle Jared’s hole.
“Do you want me to show you?” Jensen asks, lips moving an inch from Jared’s skin.
“Y-Yes, please, yes,” Jared answers, squirming.
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Jensen pulls away to watch Jared, his cheeks blazing, sweat dampening his temples. Jared’s holding himself as still as he can, his shoulders trembling with the effort. Jensen slides one spit-slick finger around Jared’s glistening hole, watching him shift into the contact, seeking more.
“Have you ever fingered yourself?” Jensen asks, continuing their previous conversation as though he hadn’t just reduced Jared to a quivering mess. It takes Jared a few seconds to answer.
“I... No, sir. Almost, last week...” Jared answers, voice raw and strained, as he cranes his neck to meet Jensen’s eye.
Jensen sinks his fingertip into Jared, lazily pressing deeper as he speaks.
“Almost?”
“I... I started to, but I... I came before I could...”
Jensen’s eyes widen and his finger stills inside Jared.
“You came? And what were you thinking about when you came, Mr Padalecki?” Jensen asks, curling his fingertip up to rub against Jared’s prostate. Jared cries out at the touch and arches off the desk, his spine a sharp curve. He’s panting by the time he manages to grit out an answer.
“You... you, I was thinking about you, touching me... please, please sir, I need--”
The pleas descend into incoherent babbling that goes straight to Jensen’s cock and he grinds his palm against it for a moment before focusing once again on Jared. Jensen slips another finger alongside the first and crooks them both to resume rubbing at Jared’s prostate. He wraps his other hand around Jared’s cock and Jared’s head snaps back, his throat a taut line, every muscle in his body going tense.
“God, look at you, you’re so fucking hot like this, squirming around on my fingers. You wanna come?” Jensen allows a growl to slip into his voice, unable to resist. Jared’s nodding frantically, knuckles turning white where he’s gripping his own legs tight.
“Ask me. Beg me for it.”
Jared’s eyes fly open and Jensen finds himself staring into his burning hazel gaze.
“Please-- God, please, sir, can I come? Please?” Jared pleads, his voice breaking.
Jensen makes him wait for a few deliciously long seconds before replying.
“Yes. Come for me.”
Jared comes with a sharp moan, nails digging into his own flesh, hips rocking back and forth between Jensen’s fist around his cock and Jensen’s fingers in his ass. Jensen strokes him through it, softly murmuring praise. When Jared finally goes limp, legs dropping to dangle off the edge of the desk, head lolling against the wood, Jensen steps back. He wipes his hands and Jared’s stomach with a napkin and chuckles at Jared’s boneless attempt to help.
“This is starting to be feel a little familiar. Do me a favor and don’t run away this time.” Jensen sits in his chair and pulls Jared’s unresisting body down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him. Jared folds himself against Jensen’s chest and tucks his head under Jensen’s chin. Jensen’s surprised at the warm affection unfolding in his chest but he doesn’t question it.
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