Pairing(s): Dom!Professor!Jensen Ackles x F!Reader
Summary: Professor Ackles catches you cheating in his class, and it doesn't end well for you. Or does it?
Square(s) Filled: Creampie for @spnkinkbingo
Tags: 18+, student/professor relationship, rough sex, spanking, spanking with a paddle, domestic discipline, light humiliation, sir kink, degradation, dom/sub dynamics, don't read this if you don't have some sort of pain and/or humiliation kink honestly lmao
Word Count: 3.9k
A/N: Part two to my Office Hours mini-series! GIF is mine. Not sure where this'll go next... perhaps a threesome? Perhaps Professor!Danneel? We'll see. Enjoy this filth.
You can also read me on Ao3!
↤ PART ONE: EASY A
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You pulled your sleeve back slightly, after looking around to make sure that your professor wasn’t eyeing you. The answers to the test you were currently taking were written on your wrist in pen, and you cursed under your breath as you noticed that they were starting to smear. Making out the answer choices ‘8. A, 9. B, 10. True’, you pulled your sleeve back down and quickly glanced back up in your professor’s direction. Your professor who was glaring at you. Fuck.
This was your first semester in Professor Ackles’ class; you had met him once before after visiting your English professor’s office hours last semester, and you had been hoping that you’d be able to take his class. However, you might have reconsidered had you known that ‘Intro to Anthropology’ was going to be so fucking hard. It was a class you needed to take to fulfill your basic requirements — just like English had been — but with English you were at least getting fulfilled in other ways too. Your English professor, Professor Collins, had been requesting that you come to his office hours regularly ever since the first time; and you had no issue with that. You quite enjoyed office hours with him; they were… educational, to say the least. However, you also knew that Professor Ackles probably knew everything that you and Professor Collins had done together, as the two of them were good friends and Professor Ackles was all but subtle with his glances and occasional comments on your appearance. But, you hadn’t had to visit his office hours for any reason… until now.
You smiled at him sheepishly as he stared you down, the rest of the class oblivious to the fact that you’d just been caught cheating. His jaw clenched as if he had to refrain himself from calling you out in front of everyone, and you decided it best to finish your test before your mind became flooded with thoughts of angry sex with your professor.
You stayed back as students slowly got up to turn in their tests, filing out of the classroom one by one until it was just you and Jensen — that was Professor Ackles’ first name, which you had learned from the first time you had met him. You continued to pretend to work on your test, not that you had any clue as to what the questions were asking.
“Tell me, Y/N,” Jensen’s voice cut through the silence, causing you to jump and look up from your paper. “You cheat in Professor Collins’ class, too?”
You shook your head, speechless at the sight of him. He was leaning back at his desk chair, his arms crossed over his chest. “N-no, um… his tests are much easier.”
Jensen chuckled. “Mhm… Yeah, I bet having a cock in your mouth is much easier than this,” he smirked.
Your eyes widened at his words, your mouth hung open in disbelief. So he did know.
“What? You didn’t think Misha kept all his dirty little office hour sessions to himself, did you? No, Y/N. We’re all very aware of how good — and bad — you can be. But never has he made you out to be a cheater. So, tell me; what makes you think it’s acceptable in my class?”
“I, uh… um,” you stuttered, flustered and unsure of how to answer his question. Truth was, you had never cheated before in Professor Collins’ class because you were terrified of how he’d handle you during your… unconventional office hours. Professor Ackles, on the other hand, didn’t seem like he’d be as harsh, however you were getting the feeling that you had been wrong in that assumption from the way he was looking at you. You gulped nervously as you watched him stand up from his chair and walk towards you.
“‘I, uh, um’ is not an answer, Miss Y/L/N,” he said, grabbing you by the hand and pulling down your shirt sleeve, revealing the smeared ink on your wrist. “Do you know what happens to students who cheat in my class?” he asked, bending down so he could get on your eye-level. His face was inches away from yours, his jaw muscle ticking as he waited for your answer.
“Um,” you swallowed, “n-no, sir.”
“So, you haven’t read the syllabus, either, then?” he huffed, shaking his head in disappointment. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked rhetorically. He let go of your wrist and stood up straight again, grabbing your test off of your desk. After flipping through the pages a few times he walked back over to his desk and threw it in the trashcan nearby. “Pack up your things and meet me in my office,” he said, his voice low and commanding. You nodded to let him know that you had heard him before you watched him grab his briefcase and walk out the door. You were in for it now.
The door to Jensen’s office was cracked open when you got there a few minutes later, a little out of breath from the way that you had sped-walked across campus. You pushed on the door, opening it slowly, to see Jensen leaning against his desk with his arms folded over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles. You stepped through the threshold and closed the door behind you, placing your bookbag down on the ground beside you.
“Take a seat,” Jensen ordered, nodding towards the small couch that sat in front of his desk. You obeyed, slowly sitting down in front of him as you kept eye contact. “What do you suggest I do with you?” he asked, anger and disappointment in his voice.
“Um… what are my options?”
“Well, I can give you a zero, report you to Student Conduct, and you can retake my class next semester. Or, you can take off your pants, bend over this desk, and we can see how high your pain tolerance goes. I have to warn you though; I don’t go easy on cheaters. But ultimately, it’s your choice.”
It wasn’t really a choice; not for you anyway. A few minutes of pain would be your choice over another semester of anthropology any fucking day – not that Professor Ackles wasn’t incredibly nice to look at; you just couldn’t bear a semester of re-learning all the boring information that you had worked so hard to forget. You stood up slowly on your already shaking legs and began to unbutton your shorts, a smirk coming to Jensen’s face as he realized the choice you had made. He watched you intently as you let your denim shorts fall to the ground, stopping you with his voice as you hooked your fingers under your light pink sheer panties.
“Ah, ah… leave them for now. I’m feeling unusually nice today and we’re going to be here for a while… I want to take it slow. Layer by layer.”
You nodded in understanding and stepped out of your shorts, kicking them to the side. Jensen stepped aside and tapped the desk. “Arms straight out in front of you,” he ordered, as you bent over the surface. You listened, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk. “I’ll be honest, Professor Collins has described what you look like bent over his desk more times than I can count but I think I like how you look bent over mine much better,” he chuckled darkly, a sharp smack landing on your left ass cheek causing you to yelp. “Now listen,” he continued, grabbing a handful of your ass and bending over you, his breath hot on the nape of your neck. “When I punish bratty little girls like you it’s to teach you a fuckin’ lesson,” he husked. “You don’t have to like it, but you’re gonna take it. And if I hear anything come out of that bratty little mouth besides ‘yes, sir’, ‘no, sir’, or ‘thank you, sir’, we’re gonna be here all fuckin’ night. Do you understand me?” he finished, digging his nails into your ass cheek.
“Y-yes, sir,” you replied, a chill running down your spine. You held back another yelp as Jensen’s palm landed on your right cheek.
“Don’t fuckin’ stutter. Say it like you mean it. Do you understand me?” he asked, spanking you again.
“Yes, sir!” you yelped, the sting of the last hit really soaking in.
“That’s more like it,” Jensen smirked, and you felt him stand up straight again. You could hear him walking around the office, but you were scared to lift your head to see what he was up to. You were already feeling unsure about how much you could really handle; Misha tended to be much nicer with his punishments, although, again, you had never cheated in his class. You heard a drawer open and close, and then you felt your professor’s presence next to you again, a flat, smooth object resting against your ass. The fucker was going to use a paddle on you. “Count,” he commanded, before the first hit nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.
“One!” you practically screamed, fighting the urge to lunge forward from the hit. You were gripping onto the desk for dear life. SMACK. “Two!”
You counted ‘twenty’ before there was a longer than usual pause in between hits; you were really beginning to feel the bruises forming on your ass. You let out a shaky breath as Jensen stopped, watching him as he placed the paddle on the desk beside your head. You sucked in a sharp breath as he ran his palm along your panty-clad backside, his hand providing a soothing touch to your throbbing ass, before delivering another harsh slap to it. You fought back tears as his palm delivered a new type of sting. He crouched down to your level, examining your expression before a smirk appeared on his face.
“Don’t hold back your tears on my account; how else would I know if you’ve learned your lesson?” he asked, his palm rubbing circles on your sore behind as he spoke to you. It was sort of a relief, knowing that it was safe to cry. God knows you needed to. Jensen stood back up before speaking to you again. “Just twenty more,” he reassured you, his fingers coming to hook under the hem of your panties. You held your breath in anticipation as he pulled them down past the curve of your ass, exposing you fully to him. “Hopefully it’ll make you think twice before cheating next time. Count ‘em.”
You braced yourself for the first hit, Jensen’s palm providing a much sharper hit than the paddle had. In fact, his palm almost hurt more; the paddle had bruised you for sure, but you felt as though his palm could break skin. Two hits in and the tears were flowing, and by hit number five you were sobbing as you were counting. Jensen wasn’t letting up; the hits on your ass coming in rapid succession, which you suppose you should have been thankful for, as it was painful but it was making it all go by quicker. Before you knew it, you were screaming out ‘twenty!’ as you tasted the saltiness of tears in your mouth, sobbing and sniffling as you laid over Jensen’s desk.
“Good girl,” Jensen praised, rubbing his hand over your bruised ass for a few seconds before pulling away. “Now stand up straight for me.” You did as you were told, slowly standing back up on wobbly legs, wiping tears away from your face with the back of your hand. “You see that corner over there?” Jensen asked, nodding towards the corner behind his desk.
You nodded before remembering to use your words. “Yes, sir,” you sniffled.
“I need to get some grading done, and you need to collect yourself before we continue. Alright? So, go stand right there,” he said, pointing to the corner, “and really take a few minutes to reflect on the lesson you learned.”
You nodded again, quickly adding a ‘yes, sir’ before you went to stand where he had told you to. You put your nose in the corner, feeling absolutely ridiculous, but you assumed that was the point. Being spanked to tears clearly wasn’t enough; Jensen had to add a little humiliation in, too.
“Hands behind your back, and stick your ass out. I want to admire my work,” he said, as you heard the squeak of his leather chair behind you. You obeyed, keeping your nose in the corner while you stuck your ass out further and placed your hands behind your back. “There you go. What d’you know? You can be obedient,” Jensen teased. “Now stay just like that; I have a few things to take care of before I get back to dealing with you.”
You were still gathering yourself through occasional sniffles a few minutes later, trying to resist the urge to shift your weight; the position you were in becoming extremely uncomfortable. As you took Jensen’s advice and actually used the time to reflect on why you probably shouldn’t have cheated, you froze when you heard a knock on the door.
“Jay? It’s Mish,” you heard a familiar voice come from the other side of the wooden door. Fuck.
“Oh, that’s too perfect,” Jensen mumbled under his breath as a smirk graced his lips. “Don’t you fuckin’ move,” he commanded, and you stayed perfectly still in response. “Come in!”
You heard the door creak open, your heart practically beating out of your chest.
“Hey, Jared and I are gonna –”
“You’re gonna what?” Jensen prodded, completely ignoring the look of shock on Misha’s face as he saw you standing behind Jensen. Or, saw your ass, at least.
“What the hell did she do?” Misha asked.
Jensen chuckled. “Your ‘star student’ decided it’d be a good idea to cheat in my class.”
You could almost picture Misha’s face; disappointment, shock, and anger all rolled into one expression.
“Oh? Did she?” Misha asked, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. You mouthed a ‘fuck’, knowing that neither of them could see your face so it was safe to do so. “Huh. Is she gonna stand there all day or are you going to make use of her?” Misha asked his colleague.
“I’m just letting her collect herself and reflect on what she’s done. Then I’ll have my fun,” Jensen replied with a grin.
Misha looked over at you one more time before looking back to Jensen who was sitting at his desk. “Jared and I are going out for drinks tonight, if you want to join. And whenever you’re done with her, if it’s not too late, send her to me. I don’t give a fuck if she’s crying so hard she can’t see straight. You know how I feel about cheating.”
“That I do,” Jensen said with a sly smile. “I’ll have to see about those drinks. Depends on how well your star pupil behaves.”
“Oh, I’m sure if she’s not the most obedient little slut you’ve ever seen, you’ll let me know. And you bet your ass I’ll take care of it,” Misha replied through gritted teeth. You knew he was talking more to you than to Jensen; and all it was doing was making you want to clench your thighs together.
“Well, hopefully after that,” Jensen said, motioning to your bright red ass, where bruises were already starting to form, “we won’t have a problem with disobedience. Isn’t that right, Miss Y/L/N?”
“Yes sir,” you replied, your nose not budging from the corner it was stuck in.
“See? I got her under control. If I feel like she needs more discipline… I’ll send her your way,” Jensen smiled up at his coworker.
“Oh, she’s getting it whether you feel like she needs it or not. She knows better than to cheat,” Misha seethed, folding his arms over his chest as he took one more look at your bruised ass. “Anyway, I’ll be outta here by six, so just let me know if you’re done with her by then and need a ride to the bar. Miss Y/L/N, I’ll see you in my office on Monday.”
You heard the door open and close and the rustling of papers as Jensen got back to grading. Just as you began to wonder how long he was going to make you stand there, you suddenly heard the creak of his desk chair as he stood up. You could feel his presence behind you now, and you were caught off guard when he grabbed you by your bicep and pulled you out of the corner. Jensen spun you around to face him, his eyes searching your face for any sign of tears – he wanted to make sure you were done crying before he continued.
“How’re you feelin’?” he asked, genuine concern in his voice.
You nodded slowly while you stared at the ground. “Um, good. I’m good, Professor,” you reassured him.
“Good,” Jensen said, lifting your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. “Did you learn your lesson?”
You nodded again, much quicker this time. “Yes, sir.”
Jensen smirked, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “Are you going to be a good girl for me now? Hm?”
“Yes, sir,” you replied, your breath hitching as Jensen moved his hand down the side of your neck, trailing his fingers back to the nape of it. In one swift motion he grabbed you at the back of your neck and bent you back over his desk. He gently rubbed his palm over your throbbing ass, shushing you quietly as he felt you wince at his touch.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re alright. I’m about to make you feel so good,” he reassured you, before you heard the clinking of his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants coming undone. You gasped as you felt his cock slide through your folds, collecting your slick which had been running down your legs ever since you were forced to stand in the corner. “You are so fuckin’ wet. Makes me think you liked that punishment; maybe I’ll have to come up with a different one,” Jensen smirked.
You shook your head. “No, sir. It h-hurt,” you said frantically; you knew you couldn’t handle any more punishments.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that. But it looks to me like it hurt in a good way.” Jensen ran his cock through your folds one more time before lining himself up with your entrance. You gasped as you felt his tip push against your slit, your cunt contracting around nothing, practically begging for him to fuck you.
“Please,” you whined involuntarily. You hadn’t meant to say it; it just came out. You were desperate for him to fill you.
“Do you need a lesson on patience, too?” he asked, pulling away from your cunt and leaning over you once more. “Because I can sure as hell give you one,” he husked in your ear. You shook your head.
“No, sir. No, sir, I’m sorry,” you said quickly.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take my cock when I choose to give it to you?” His breath on your ear was sending shivers down your spine.
You nodded, trying to hold back tears again, however this time they were tears of frustration. You needed him inside you. “Y-yes, sir.”
“You sure?”
“Mhm, yes, sir!” you said louder, sounding pathetic with the amount of neediness laced into your voice.
Jensen chuckled breathily and stood back up, lining his cock up with your entrance again. You held your breath as he began to push into you, the feeling of his cock stretching you open leaving you breathless.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy as he slowly bottomed out inside you.
You nodded frantically. “Yes, fuck, yes, sir.”
“And what do we say when we get what we want?”
“Th-thank you, sir.”
“Good girl, now we’re learning,” he praised, beginning to slowly move his hips. It wasn’t long before he was slamming into you at full force, his cock hitting the back of your walls with every thrust. The desk was creaking, and you were positive that the entire anthropology department could hear the noises that you were making. Jensen grabbed your upper arms for leverage, pulling them behind you as he pounded into you faster, chasing his release. You could tell he wasn’t at all worried about whether or not you were going to cum; you had cheated and to be fair, you didn’t feel like you deserved a release, either. But being used by him like this... it was only making the familiar heat in your abdomen rise, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“C-Can I cum, sir?” you asked in between his thrusts, hoping he’d say yes, but not at all expecting him to.
“Do you think you deserve to?” he replied with a grunt, panting heavily as he continued to ram into you.
“N-no, sir,” you said, now fighting to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to wash over you.
“I don’t think so either, but it always feels so much better when that pussy is cumming around my cock,” he said in between breaths, a wave of relief washing over you. “So, go ahead. Cum for me,” he demanded.
It was as if he flipped a switch, the way your orgasm washed over you. You felt your pussy contract around his cock, moans falling from Jensen’s lips as he felt you tighten around him, his orgasm coming seconds later. You were still convulsing as he emptied himself inside of you, holding your hips in place as the rest of you shook and spasmed through your high. As you stilled, Jensen slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum dripped out of your used hole with a smirk on his face. You looked so good, bent over his desk, his seed spilling out of you, your ass red and blue from his handiwork… he was almost hoping you were going to act up in class again.
You were feeling thoroughly fucked, your will to move absolutely gone. You laid there for a moment, breathing heavily against the hard wood of Jensen’s desk, absolutely spent. It wasn’t until you heard Jensen zip up his pants that you stood up yourself, pulling up your underwear and shorts, hissing as they came in contact with your sore ass.
“You’re gonna be bruised for a few days. Lotion helps, so does ice,” Jensen said with a soft smile, turning around to grab your backpack off the floor and handing it to you. “See you in class Monday, Ms. Y/L/N. I’ll tell Professor Collins not to go too hard on you whenever you see him next,” he winked. “Oh, and don't cheat in my class again. My office hours are in my syllabus in case you, uh… need help with the material.”
You nodded in understanding as you took your backpack from him and slung it over your shoulder. “Right, got it, Professor. Thanks for the… extra lesson,” you smirked, walking towards the office exit slowly, the friction of your jean shorts on your ass making it very unpleasant to walk at all.
“Anytime,” Jensen grinned, as he sat down at his desk. You felt his eyes on you as you walked out of his office, and you both knew that it wouldn’t be the last time that he’d be watching you walk away.
Request: Professor!Jensen goes to a strip club and takes a liking to the reader who is a stripper. Then he finds out that she's a new transfer student who ends up in his class.
Pairing: Professor!Jensen x stripper/student!reader
Word Count: 1,400ish
Warnings: language, smut
“You know...” said the handsome man you’d spent the better part of ten minutes kissing behind the strip club. His hair was tussled, tie half cocked and sleeves rolled up, a big smirk on his swollen lips. “I don’t pay.”
“You think I take any guy out here?” you asked, tugging on the stripped tie, smashing his lips to yours fast before shoving back on his shoulders. “No way, sweetheart.”
“Again,” he said with a pant, “I don’t pay.”
“Again,” you said, grabbing his waist, pinning him back against the cold brick, his tongue jutting out to lick his lips as he watched you. “You want me, I want you. I don’t see how this is a problem.”
“Aw, you’re adorable,” he said, spinning you so you were back against the bricks. “I’m the first guy you’ve ever done this with. Too shy to get down behind a seedy strip club.”
“Maybe I’m just waiting for a gentleman such as yourself to take me to his car,” you said, the man’s lip twitching up before his hand was on your wrist, pulling you towards the last car in the parking lot.
You climbed in first but didn’t lay down, meeting him in the middle for another rough kiss that surprised him. He leaned back, your legs moving to straddle his hips. But he saw the movement, hands sliding under your ass and tugging you into his lap.
“Ride me,” he growled. You bit at his bottom lip while he reached into the back of his suit pants, fishing a condom out of a wallet and ripping it from the packaging. Quickly you undid his belt and zipper, shoving his pants down far enough for his cock to pop free, his hands rolling the condom on in the dark space.
He grabbed your little shorts and tugged them down, not that they were covering all that much anyways.
“Fuck,” you moaned, his large hands grabbing your hips and slamming you down on his length.
“Too much for you?” he teased. You pressed your hands on his shoulders, shoving him back against the door panel, his dark eyes staring up through long lashes. You slid off his length and slammed back down, the man sucking in a breath he didn’t release.
“Let me know if I’m too much for you to handle, sweetheart,” you shot back, starting a fast rhythm that had the car rocking and the man pulling your face down to his.
He was a perfect size, not too much of anything, definitely not little anywhere, his hips finding the pace you set and snapping up to meet yours. Everything was going too fast though, you were too wound up and it wasn’t going to last. He’d winked and smiled too much when you were up on stage doing your show, shimmying out of your top and bottoms, walking around and making sure you gave him a nice view of everything but showed nothing.
God, then he bit his lip and...
You moaned as you clamped down on him, the man squeezing your hips and riding your through your orgasm until his own hit and you slapped the steamy window near his head.
“Shit,” he mumbled when you fell on top of him, trying to get your breath back. “Fuckin’ shit.”
Eventually you sat up and pulled off of him, sliding over to the other side of the backseat to fix your shorts, the man dealing with the condom and adjusting his pants.
“You’re not too bad yourself, pretty boy,” you said, the man chuckling as the flush started to disappear from his face. “See you around.”
“Oh, I hope so.”
Your new roommate was chatting your ear off as you walked across the quad to your first class of the day. She was nice and she didn’t mind that you paid your half of rent with cash. Or that you stripped on the side so you could save up for your own place.
“You’ll love Jensen. He’s such a cool professor. He never takes up the whole hour and a half either,” she said as you headed into class. “Dresses like a stuffy dork when he teaches but I saw him using the campus gym once and boy does he have a body.”
“It’s too early in the day for me to get this worked up over a hot guy, Steffie,” you said with a smile.
“Well that’s him over there,” she said, pointing at the back of a man in a suit, struggling with plugging in a charger for his computer from the looks of it.
“Hi, Professor Ackles. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, the new transfer student. You emailed me the syllabus last week,” you said with a smile, holding your paperwork for him in one hand, the man standing up and spinning around.
“It’s nice to finally meet...” he trailed off, blinking a few times.
“Oh,” you said, the man from the night before staring back.
“Shit,” he said quietly. “You...you’re...”
“Stop freaking out. We’re in class,” you muttered. “Take my paperwork and we’ll talk after class.”
“Hey guys,” said Professor Ackles, voice probably an octave too high. “I’m having computer problems. Everyone send me their assignments from last time and do your reading but class is cancelled.”
Everyone practically ran out of their seats, Jensen shutting the door once everyone had left.
“Way to play it cool dude,” you said, Jensen rolling his eyes.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to find out I slept with one of my students last night!” he whisper shouted, running his hand through his hair. “Fuck. Oh, the one fucking time I do something like that and it’s a damn student!”
“Well what are we going to do about it now?” you asked, crossing your arms at him, Jensen throwing his hands up. “Forget it happened. We didn’t know. Now be a big boy and suck it up.”
“Hey, that I’m in charge shit works as foreplay but not in here,” he said. “You need to go to a different class.”
“I don’t think so. I need this class this semester to graduate on time,” you said.
“Then take an extra semester to graduate,” he said.
“I’m sorry, did you forget I strip? I think that might be an indicator that I’m not rolling in money, Jensen,” you said. “I’m taking this class. Now get over it.”
“I can’t do that,” he said.
“Why not,” you growled.
“Because I was going to go back to that strip club tonight and find you, ask you out on a date. I can’t date a student,” he said.
“You have a crush, get over it,” you said, adjusting your bag, Jensen shaking his head. “What.”
“You brought me outside last night not for money or even sex really. The sweet girl I was talking to last week doesn’t strike me as the hookup type. You had a crush too,” he said.
“Well you do this fucking lip bite and winking thing and screw you, I wanted sex,” you said turning away.
“Yeah, but if I came back tonight, and we didn’t know you were my student, would you have said yes?” he asked.
“No way,” you said, Jensen staring you down until you sighed. “Oh, were so fucked, aren’t we.”
“We can keep this professional right. No outside contact. Nothing at all while you’re my student,” he said.
“Perfect. Now let me get on with the rest of my day.”
Thursdays were boys nights at the club and you knew being a new dancer was bound to attract extra attention that night.
Yet the only face in the crowd you really saw was the pair of green eyes staring up at you, an apology in them but not enough to hide the want.
Summary: After Jensen shows up at the strip club again, the reader decides to have a word with him but it doesn’t go as expected...
Part 1
Pairing: Professor!Jensen x stripper/student!reader
Word Count: 1,800ish
Warnings: language, smut
“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, Jensen gulping outside the strip club. He’d sat through your few shows, eyes getting darker and hazier as time went on. It was like the boy wasn’t even trying to remember he shouldn’t have been there.
“I know we said professional but...you are so damn hot,” he said, shaking his head.
“You’re an ass,” you said, fixing your coat around yourself. “You sit there all night, looking at me like that and...and you don’t even tip!”
“I told you, I don’t pay,” he said.
“I need you to never come back here. I will do my assignments but I don’t even want you talking to me in class, understand?” you asked.
“No,” he said, lifting his chin.
“No? Are you serious?” you said.
“You don’t want to see me serious,” he said, licking his lips, a shiver running down your spine. “If I pissed you off so much, why’d you give me a front row view of everything? It was like I was your number one customer in there.”
“Screw you,” you said, brushing past him to head home. He groaned behind you, taking a deep breath.
“Do you want a ride at least?” he asked. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing the second you got in his car again, you were done for. “Let me try to apologize?”
“Fine,” you mumbled, stalking back over to him, following him into his car. He was quiet as he pulled out of his spot, patiently waiting until you gave him an address. The ride didn’t take more than ten minutes, not quite pulling up in front of your place.
“Y/N?” he asked when you didn’t move. “You’re here.”
“You’re a little shit, you know that?” you said, leaning over in your seat, grabbing his jacket collar and crashing his lips to yours. Why’d he have to have such soft, full, pink perfect lips? It was too hard not to give in to them when he was running his tongue over them over and over again.
He panted when you unfisted your hand, shifting back over to your seat. You glanced over, a tent forming in pants.
“Your place. Now,” you ordered. He couldn’t get the car out of park fast enough, gliding through the streets until you were pulling into a driveway. You barely had the chance to walk around the hood of the car before he was pressing himself up against you, back against the cold metal, a rough kiss tugging at your bottom lip before he let it snap back in place.
“Get that perky ass inside,” he growled, wrapping an arm around your waist, walking the two of you up the short front path to his door. While he was busy with his keys, you took the opportunity to press a hand against his bulge, Jensen inhaling sharply as you started to palm him.
“Get that perky ass inside, Jensen,” you whispered in his ear, Jensen swallowing hard. He had the door open in a flash, the two of you quickly ripping out of your shoes and jackets. He tried to get ahead of you but he got caught up on his sleeve, his back already against the wall by the time it hit the ground.
You suckled at his neck, his head knocking back as you continued to run your hand over his growing length through his pants. He finally squeezed his eyes shut in defeat, the tension out of him while you worked on unbuttoning his shirt.
His chest rumbled under your hands though, a deep chuckle escaping him that made you look up. You gasped when you felt his hand tug at the wasitband of your jeans, pulling you up against him, his fingers toying under the denim.
“Slow it down,” he purred in your ear, teasing over the soft skin of your stomach. You nodded into his chest, taking your time to push the shirt off his broad shoulders, smiling up at him when he delivered a soft kiss to your jaw.
You whined when he moved lower, nipping at your skin roughly, fingers already halfway done with zipping down your jeans.
“Cheater,” you groaned, his laugh vibrating through your body.
“My house, I’m in charge,” he said, hiking your legs up around his waist, carrying you down the hall into a dark bedroom. He laid you down gently, coming with you to trap you body between the mattress and his own.
He helped you out of your shirt, reaching one hand behind your back to undo your bra clasp. Once he’d tossed that aside he smiled, finding your hands and lacing them with his, putting just enough pressure on them for you to feel how strong he was.
“Look at you panting,” he breathed out, kissing along your collar bone. “I bet you’re already soaked just from thinking about this. I bet you were soaked up on that stage thinking about all the things you want me to do to you.”
“Tell that to your boner,” you said, thrusting your hips up, rolling him onto his back. He stared up at you as you tugged off your jeans, Jensen pulling down his pants with your help as you leaned over him.
“Nightstand,” he said with a thick swallow. You pulled away only long enough to grab a condom, Jensen propped up on his elbows as you tore it open. You straddled his hips and rolled it down his length, smirking at the bright pink and swollen head of his cock.
You let out a huff when his hands grabbed your hips and moved you off him like you were nothing, yanking you onto your hands and knees. His hand came up to the back of your neck, lightly squeezing.
“I’m in charge. Say it,” he said, running his finger along the dip of your spine. You nodded, both of his hands suddenly on your hips and digging into the soft flesh.
“You’re in charge,” you moaned, the tip of his cock teasing your clit, running back and forth through your folds.
“Damn right I am,” he said, slamming his hips against yours, driving his cock into you in one long hard thrust. Your back arched as you moaned at the sudden fullness. He gave you a moment to adjust before pulling almost all the way out, thrusting in hard again.
He was brutal, skin slapping against skin, his cock driving so deep it felt like he was going to split you in half. Over and over again, he hit that sweet spot inside you, hips pushing back against him for more.
“Jensen!” you shouted when one of his hands reached around to your clit, fingers rubbing against the bud while he continued to pound him.
“Gonna come on my cock, Y/N? You want that?” he groaned. You nodded, almost too much pleasure about to hit you. “You wanna come, you better tell me what you want.”
“Please, please, Jensen. Please let me come on your cock, please, fuck!” you shouted, his fingers pressing down harder, your toes starting to curl. “Fuck me harder, please.”
He grunted and snapped his hips up, your orgasm hitting you hard, walls clamping down on him as he just kept going and going, back arching upwards as he grabbed your hips and kept pumping into you until his own release hit.
“Fuck,” you mumbled, falling down to the bed, his cock slowly pulling out of you. Strong hands rolled you onto your back, a soft kiss nurturing your bite swollen lips.
“You are something special,” he said quietly, the bed dipping as he climbed off of it. He came back a minute later, a warm washcloth quickly cleaning you off and an even warmer blanket laid over top of you. He climbed in beside you, giving you space until you turned over and tucked yourself into his body. “Do you want to stay?”
“Just one night,” you whispered. “One night’s okay.”
“One night,” he said quietly, kissing your temple before pulling the blankets over himself.
Friday night was another busy night at the club but you were only a warmup for one of the main acts, at least until the owner said you got your own following. Once again you spotted Jensen in the crowd, hanging farther back towards the bar tonight but his eyes pouring into you all the same.
In an odd way, you liked that he was there. You felt more comfortable on stage with a friendly face in the crowd. But he left midway through your dance and you wondered if he’d finally come to his senses.
You were able to get off early with only the one dance to perform, hoping maybe you could go catch a movie with Steffie or do something a normal college student did.
“Hey,” you heard as you headed out the front door, Jensen leaning up against the brick wall.
“Hey,” you said back, zipping up your coat.
“Do you want to grab a bite?” he asked, nodding towards his car. “Or a movie.”
“Maybe we can’t keep this professional. Maybe I like having sex with you. A lot. But dating...you’re my professor, Jensen,” you said.
“I guarantee extremely hot sex if you do go on a date with me,” he said with a smirk. “I was thinking anyways...it’s the second half of the semester. You’re supposed to start on your research projects next week. It’s all you’ll be working on and the TA can grade all of your assignments. We can make our unprofessionalism work.”
“...How extremely hot of sex are we talking?” you asked, Jensen chuckling as he stood up and started heading for his car.
“You have to go a date to find out,” he said with a wink, rattling his fingers on the top of his car’s roof. “You coming?”
“Why’d you leave?” you asked, walking around to his passenger side. He shrugged, your eyes wandering down to his pants. “Did somebody get excited down there?”
“Who taught you to have such a cocky little mouth?” he asked, shaking his head.
“Oh, I’m learning from the best at the moment,” you said, Jensen chuckling.
“Get in the car and I’ll teach you everything I know,” he said. You slid inside, Jensen following after, waiting to pull onto the road. “So...dinner? Or a movie?”
“Surprise me,” you said, leaning back in your seat with a big smirk.
“Like I said, Y/N, you certainly are something special.”
