Miss Robins - High School Bingo
Title: Miss Robins
Prompt: late for class
Medium: fic
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Darla
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: underage sex (well he’s 17), het
Word Count: 727
Summary: Jensen is late for class, that pretty much sums it up, or it’s as much as I’m going to, just a drabble really. Written for hs_bingo. Dedicated to velvetsun. J2/Ats AU crossover.
His sneakers squeaked as he ran along the corridor, the noise rebounding off the lockers, but he didn’t dare look over his shoulder, not quite caring about getting caught, focused solely on getting to History class. He was already twenty minutes late. Grabbing onto the door handle as he came screeching to a halt, rattling the door in its frame.
Fumbling forwards with the door as it was wrenched open by the teacher, who side stepped the tardy teen who almost flew right into him, the boy managing to stop himself before he fell over, scrunching his eyes shut, feeling the gaze of the twenty pairs of eyes that were now on him.
“Mr Ackles, you care to explain to me why it is you’re late for my class again?”
Jensen turned around to face him, his mouth immediately falling open...
“That’s my fault Mr. Morgan, Jensen and I were working on a little extra credit, you know how it is,” that sultry, honey sweet voice, permeating the air, Mr Morgan jumped slightly before taking in his colleague, noting the red blouse, and the tight, black pencil skirt, accentuating her every curve.
“Thank you Miss Robins,” seemingly forgetting Jensen, who remained glued to the spot, was even there, “Was there anything else?
“Those photocopies you wanted,” arching her brow, “ I have them.”
“Later?”
“I’ll be in the faculty,” and with a sway of her hips she was gone, none of the girls in the class missing how Mr. Morgan continued to look after her, the boys in the class all doing the exact same thing.
And Mr. Morgan added quietly, “Thank you Miss Robins.”
o_O~ 15 minutes ago ~O_o
“Miss Robins?”
“Hmm...” her hands were flat against the desk, head tilted back, exposing the tender flesh of her throat, with some effort she brought her head forward, pushing her eyes open, the lust in them unmistakeable, burning into his own, “Jensen...” her legs tightening round his middle forcing him to thrust deeper, “I told you to stop calling me that.”
“Yes Miss...Darla...sorry-” cut off by the sudden invasion of her tongue, her arms draped around the back of his neck, fingers carding through his hair.
“Less talking, more fucking,” letting her hands drop to his perfectly sculpted ass, nails digging into the flesh as she gave an encouraging squeeze, Jensen re-doubling his efforts, “God. Fuck. Jensen.”
o_O~ Present ~O_o
“Well don’t just stand there Ackles, get to your seat,” Mr Morgan said annoyance creeping into his tone, snickering coming from the back of the room.
Jensen’s eyes narrowing as he gave Murray and Padalecki a quick look, “Yes Sir, sorry Sir,” moving quickly to his desk, he didn’t need to be told twice, taking up his usual space next to Amy who automatically slid her notes his way, and he smiled, “Thanks,” he whispered, rolling his eyes as his chair was tugged back, tipping onto just the back legs, Jared’s breath tickling against his ear.
“Dude you’ve got your shirt on backwards.”
Shit! Cursing himself inwardly, and wondering why Miss Robins had neglected to tell him that little piece of information, outwardly? He remained calm, “Uh what?” he whispered nonchalantly, “Hmm yeah, dude, trying to concentrate here, don’t you think I’m in enough trouble as it is?”
o_O~Later~O_o
“Jensen Ackles?” Mr Morgan cocked his brow, hands firm on her slender waist.
A smirk playing across her lips, and she shrugged almost imperceptibly, wonder and amusement filling her voice, “Have you seen that boy? He could put Adonis to shame,” running her fingers down the buttons of his shirt, “Tastes even better. Like red liquorice and sandal wood.”
“Trying to make me jealous?”
“I don’t have to,” her eyes flicking back up to his.
“No you don’t.”
“I trust I don’t have to wait for you to show me how it’s done by a real man either?”
“They’re nothing but shiny toys,” Jeffrey huffed, for Jensen wasn’t the only student Darla had taken an interest in.
“They have their benefits.”
“You just like the way they look at you.”
“A girl can never have too much awe or reverence,” her hands slipping up to his shoulders.
His own moving to the small of her back, “This body is a temple...”
Tightening her grip she pushed him down onto his knees, a twinkle in her eye, “So start worshipping.”
Prompt: late for class
Medium: fic
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Darla
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: underage sex (well he’s 17), het
Word Count: 727
Summary: Jensen is late for class, that pretty much sums it up, or it’s as much as I’m going to, just a drabble really. Written for hs_bingo. Dedicated to velvetsun. J2/Ats AU crossover.
His sneakers squeaked as he ran along the corridor, the noise rebounding off the lockers, but he didn’t dare look over his shoulder, not quite caring about getting caught, focused solely on getting to History class. He was already twenty minutes late. Grabbing onto the door handle as he came screeching to a halt, rattling the door in its frame.
Fumbling forwards with the door as it was wrenched open by the teacher, who side stepped the tardy teen who almost flew right into him, the boy managing to stop himself before he fell over, scrunching his eyes shut, feeling the gaze of the twenty pairs of eyes that were now on him.
“Mr Ackles, you care to explain to me why it is you’re late for my class again?”
Jensen turned around to face him, his mouth immediately falling open...
“That’s my fault Mr. Morgan, Jensen and I were working on a little extra credit, you know how it is,” that sultry, honey sweet voice, permeating the air, Mr Morgan jumped slightly before taking in his colleague, noting the red blouse, and the tight, black pencil skirt, accentuating her every curve.
“Thank you Miss Robins,” seemingly forgetting Jensen, who remained glued to the spot, was even there, “Was there anything else?
“Those photocopies you wanted,” arching her brow, “ I have them.”
“Later?”
“I’ll be in the faculty,” and with a sway of her hips she was gone, none of the girls in the class missing how Mr. Morgan continued to look after her, the boys in the class all doing the exact same thing.
And Mr. Morgan added quietly, “Thank you Miss Robins.”
o_O~ 15 minutes ago ~O_o
“Miss Robins?”
“Hmm...” her hands were flat against the desk, head tilted back, exposing the tender flesh of her throat, with some effort she brought her head forward, pushing her eyes open, the lust in them unmistakeable, burning into his own, “Jensen...” her legs tightening round his middle forcing him to thrust deeper, “I told you to stop calling me that.”
“Yes Miss...Darla...sorry-” cut off by the sudden invasion of her tongue, her arms draped around the back of his neck, fingers carding through his hair.
“Less talking, more fucking,” letting her hands drop to his perfectly sculpted ass, nails digging into the flesh as she gave an encouraging squeeze, Jensen re-doubling his efforts, “God. Fuck. Jensen.”
o_O~ Present ~O_o
“Well don’t just stand there Ackles, get to your seat,” Mr Morgan said annoyance creeping into his tone, snickering coming from the back of the room.
Jensen’s eyes narrowing as he gave Murray and Padalecki a quick look, “Yes Sir, sorry Sir,” moving quickly to his desk, he didn’t need to be told twice, taking up his usual space next to Amy who automatically slid her notes his way, and he smiled, “Thanks,” he whispered, rolling his eyes as his chair was tugged back, tipping onto just the back legs, Jared’s breath tickling against his ear.
“Dude you’ve got your shirt on backwards.”
Shit! Cursing himself inwardly, and wondering why Miss Robins had neglected to tell him that little piece of information, outwardly? He remained calm, “Uh what?” he whispered nonchalantly, “Hmm yeah, dude, trying to concentrate here, don’t you think I’m in enough trouble as it is?”
o_O~Later~O_o
“Jensen Ackles?” Mr Morgan cocked his brow, hands firm on her slender waist.
A smirk playing across her lips, and she shrugged almost imperceptibly, wonder and amusement filling her voice, “Have you seen that boy? He could put Adonis to shame,” running her fingers down the buttons of his shirt, “Tastes even better. Like red liquorice and sandal wood.”
“Trying to make me jealous?”
“I don’t have to,” her eyes flicking back up to his.
“No you don’t.”
“I trust I don’t have to wait for you to show me how it’s done by a real man either?”
“They’re nothing but shiny toys,” Jeffrey huffed, for Jensen wasn’t the only student Darla had taken an interest in.
“They have their benefits.”
“You just like the way they look at you.”
“A girl can never have too much awe or reverence,” her hands slipping up to his shoulders.
His own moving to the small of her back, “This body is a temple...”
Tightening her grip she pushed him down onto his knees, a twinkle in her eye, “So start worshipping.”