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Title: Got it Bad
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Johnny // Nikki Sixx of Mötley Crüe
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU Crossover]. I got it bad, got it bad, got it bad...I'm hot for teacher.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur. Van Halen owns the song.
You all should know what Nikki Sixx looks like, but in case you don't (or you just want to see a really hot pic of him) Click.
Got it Bad
((Johnny's POV))
I glanced up from the test I was supposed to be taking -- you were at your desk, hidden by a newspaper. I'd been absent on a day my class had taken some test -- well, you were supposed to have thought I was absent. I'd coaxed my best friend into skipping first period, and we'd decided to walk down to McDonalds for breakfast. As we were walking away from school, who should be stopped at a red light on their way (a few minutes late) to school? I didn't tell Jimmy that my Algebra teacher had seen us skipping; Hell, I tried to tell myself that I hadn't seen you, seeing us skipping.
So there I was now, staying after school for both a detention and to make up this test. I looked down at my paper again, then at the clock. I'd already been there an hour and was only on the sixth question -- out of fifty. Fighting the urge to groan in distaste, I tried to return to the radical exponents or whatever it was called. My gaze soon shifted to the window though, and I started to zone out.
"Mr. Seward, do you plan on actually taking the test?"
You'd set the newspaper down and were now watching me, your eyes amused under a thick lock of your dark hair.
I quickly muttered something, grabbing my pencil, and looking at my test. I felt you watching me, so I pretended to write something down. You gave a sigh, and stood up, turning to erase the chalkboard. I glanced up at you, my mind wandering to how un-teacher-like you looked.
You were well-built for your age, and you always wore dark colors. You kept your longish hair dyed black, and wildly teased. You had tattoos on your hands, starting at the knuckles and running up to hide underneath the long sleeves you always wore. I'd heard your whole body was covered, and I didn't doubt that -- I just couldn't see how you'd been hired.
"Stop admiring my backside and get back to work."
I flinched as though I'd been hit, and tried to stutter out an apology. I didn't even deny the fact that I had been staring at your butt. I gnawed on my bottom lip, starting to tap my pencil on the desk.
My pencil suddenly slid from my grasp and it flew across the room, hitting the wall loudly, and clattering to the floor. You turned slowly, and paused, looking at the pencil, before glancing at me with a cocked eyebrow. I offered a small, embarrassed grin, sliding from my seat. You watched as I quickly crossed the room, and bent to pick up my pencil.
"Johnny," you said suddenly, and I turned to you as you set the eraser back down. "Bring me your test."
I went to my desk, dropping my pencil on it, and grabbing my test. As I slowly returned to you, I didn't meet your eyes. You had your arms crossed and were smirking in a cat-like way. I held out my test, and you lazily took it, your light eyes moving over it slowly. I shifted uncomfortably as you gave a sigh.
"You do want to pass, don't you?" you asked.
I nodded, but wouldn't meet your gaze still. Your eyes burned into the top of my head for what felt like hours, and finally you moved, crumpling up the paper.
"Well, this here is an easy F." you said, "That's gotta be a dent in your already horrible grade."
How could such assholes become teachers? It was no wonder people'd taken to calling you Professor Snape behind your back.
"I guess I'll just have to go to summer school." I said with a shrug.
You smirked. "Or you could help me with something." you said.
I didn't like the way the atmosphere had changed, and I quickly looked away from you again.
"What do you mean?" I asked, even though the cheap pornos Jimmy'd stolen from his father told me exactly what you meant. I didn't think stuff like this happened in real life.
You suddenly grabbed my hips, and pushed me against the end of your desk, roughly. A small noise caught in my throat, but you only smirked at me.
"Getting the picture?" you asked in a mocking tone.
I took a deep breath. "I don't --"
You placed your index finger over my lips, shushing me.
"If you help me with this," you said slowly. "I'll give you a C for this class, and for the last few periods we have until summer, you don't have to do anything."
I paused thoughtfully, I did need to pass this class. And it's not like you weren't extremely good-looking. I made a face.
"And the final exam?" I asked.
"Just show up, and pretend to take it." you said. "Your grade'll already be in the bag."
You rolled your hips into mine as though that would convince me, and you leaned down to kiss me. I tried to relax as my heartbeat quickened, and you ran your tongue across my bottom lip, demanding entry. I parted my lips unsurely, and you pushed your tongue into my mouth. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I rested them behind me on the desk. You suddenly broke the kiss.
"Tell me you're a virgin." you said.
One could've got that you were some sick pervert or something, wanting me to be a virgin. But it only made you hotter for some reason, and I nodded. You paused, seemingly battling with yourself. But then your lips greedily returned to mine.
This is where I had to ask myself if I was willing to give you my virginity for a C. It was hard to do, but I broke the kiss.
"Give me an A." I said.
You pushed your hips into mine again, and my breathing hitched as your large erection rubbed against mine.
"Too dodgy." you said, against my neck. "Your parents'll suspect something."
"Fine, a B." I said, taking a deep breath as your teeth grazed my skin.
"Deal," you said, before your lips returned to mine.
Your tongue slid into my mouth as you grabbed the bottom of my tee shirt, and after a moment of your sloppy kiss, you pulled away to lift my shirt slightly. I raised my arms for you, and you slid the article of clothing from my body.
"What about--?" I started to ask, my eyes darting to the door.
You kissed me, cutting me off. "Don't worry about it." you said.
I went to ask if you'd locked it, but you kissed me again. Your mouth moved from mine, traced my jaw line, and you bit my ear softly. Your lips didn't stop there, moving down and over my collarbone -- a chill moved through my body.
You suddenly lifted me up, sitting me on the desk, and pushing me back to lay down. I could feel the folded newspaper under me, but I ignored it, watching you. You pulled off your suit jacket, and draped it over your chair, unlike my shirt, which you'd just dropped onto the floor. As you started to unbutton your long-sleeved shirt, I watched your hands intently. You threw me a smirk as you started to pull the garment from your body, and my eyes moved over your chest slowly in silent awe at the ink that greeted me.
I couldn't admire you for too long, because you leaned down and kissed me again. Your fingers were then playing with my belt buckle, and my body tensed up. You bit at my bottom lip, sliding the belt from my jeans, and before I knew it, my fly was done, and you were sliding the pants from my body. In a moment, after you'd gotten my shoes off as well, I was completely naked on your desk.
Your tongue invaded my mouth expertly, and I kept my hands at my sides, not knowing how to go along with this. After a moment or two, you straightened, reaching for your pants. Your light eyes were trained on mine as you pulled your thick cock from its confines, and you moved between my legs. For a moment, I thought you were going to try this without any preparation. You put two of your fingers into your mouth, wetting them with your spit, and I looked away as you moved that hand between my legs. I concentrated on your husky breathing, and I tried to relax myself. The tip of one of your fingers pushed against my hole, and I took a deep breath as it slid into me.
You leaned down and pressed your lips to mine, and I opened my mouth without hesitation. Your finger pushed into me again, and I squirmed, trying to get used to the feeling. You stopped kissing me but kept your lips on mine, breathing deeply -- it seemed as though it'd been a while since you'd done anything. That was a bit surprising considering how gorgeous you were.
Without warning, you added another finger. I let out a short noise, and you kissed my jaw wetly. You pushed your two fingers into me again, and I wriggled my hips some more, but you didn't give me any mercy, following my movements with your hand. I took a quick breath, and you bit at my jaw. The relief of your fingers leaving me didn't last too long, as you roughly pushed them into me again .The discomfort, however, was suddenly replaced with a ripple of pleasure. I pushed my hips upward, taking a quick breath.
As quickly as the pleasure had come, you pulled your fingers out. My hips had started shaking slightly, and you straightened, your warm hands sliding from my body. I kept my gaze lowered as you spit into your hand quickly, and I shifted. I felt so awkward and embarrassed, laying there naked and vulnerable. It was wrong, extremely wrong. But I wanted to pass; and I wanted you. I glanced up just as you were covering your large cock in your own saliva. You moved forward, and I didn't meet your eyes as you grabbed my hips lightly, lining yourself up. You suddenly grabbed my chin with one of your hands, lifting my face so I met your eyes. Then you returned to pushing forward.
The head of your cock just barely touched my hole, and I felt myself tense up again. You pressed your lips against mine, and thrust into me -- not quick or roughly -- but not exactly soft and gentle either. I held my breath until you ceased your movement, meaning you were completely inside of me. I gave a short whimper, wanting to cry at the immense pain. You let out a low noise, and kissed my neck hungrily, slowly starting to pull out. You thrust into me quickly, and I grabbed your hips without thinking, not pushing you away, just needing something to hold onto.
I took a quick breath, letting out a short mewl, and you shushed me, your lips close to my ear, and sending a shiver down my spine. As you thrust into me a third time, I moved one of my hands to your longish hair -- I'd always wanted to touch it. Because of the hairspray you used, it felt slightly rough; but it was nice....as nice as it could feel at the moment that is. You bit my neck, and paused for a moment, and I took a few deep breaths, holding your hips in place, and squirming around slightly.
You thrust into me again, burying your dick deeply into me, and I felt that wave of immense pleasure once more, only this time it was stronger. My grip unintentionally tightened on your waist, and I bit my lip, trying not to moan loudly. Another angled thrust into my prostate, and my own dick came back to life, slowly hardening. You noticed this too, and moved a hand towards my groin.
I mewled once more as your warm fingers wrapped around my erection, and you groaned against my neck, before lifting your head to kiss me again. As your tongue snaked between my lips, you thrust your cock into me again, hitting my spot sharply. I moaned into your mouth, bucking my hips upwards. You broke the kiss to mutter something, but I didn't catch what it was.
I moved my hands up your back, my fingertips dancing over your spine, and I felt the shudder pass through your body.
"Ugh, God." I exclaimed suddenly, digging my nails into your back as you squeezed my cock lightly.
You grunted in response against my collarbone, your warm breath colliding with my sweat-dampened skin, and causing me to shudder this time. Your hand was moving swiftly over my cock, squeezing gently, and your thrusts were in sync with your hand movements. I moaned again, able to feel a warm sensation building in my stomach. I'd never exactly orgasmed before -- didn't get much time when I had to take care of two nosy, little brothers, but at that moment I knew I was pretty close.
You groaned again, the speed of your hand movements increasing, and I let out a whimper. I was at the edge, and one more thrust into me was just it; I came onto my gut. You let out a sudden moan, and your movements became stiff and clumsy.
My hands slid from your shoulders down to your waist, and I panted heavily as you grabbed the edge of the desk, slamming your hips forward so that your last few thrusts were violent and powerful. I let out a short noise, but it was drowned out by your drawn-out groan. I felt your body tense up, and you gave a final thrust, cumming inside of me. You collapsed on top of me, breathing deeply, and it was a long moment before we did anything else.
"As of now, Mr. Seward," you said slowly, straightening. "You have an eighty-five percent."
I smirked, but was suddenly overcome with a sense of shyness. I felt like I'd just scammed you, even though it was you who took my virginity. I didn't know if I should thank you or not, so I didn't say anything, and sat up as you pulled your pants up. I took a good look at your tattoos again, before I stood to grab my own pants. Well, at least I tried to stand -- I had to hold onto the desk for support. You gave me a smile, and said something about how the pain wouldn't last too long. I only nodded as you helped me into my pants. You even put my belt on me for me. I was annoyed by my own silence, so I said the only thing I could think to say.
"Wow."
You grinned at me again, grabbing my tee shirt and handing it to me. When I took it, you pulled your own shirt on, walking around your desk. I took a deep breath, preparing to put my shirt on when you laughed from behind me suddenly. I glanced over my shoulder, and you smirked as you buttoned your shirt.
"You have today's headline on your back." you said.
I twisted, trying to look over my shoulder some more. Sure enough, the newspaper I'd been laying on had reproduced a very faint copy of one of the headlines on my back. I laughed, and turned back around, pulling my shirt on.
"Do you need a ride home?" you asked.
I quickly shook my head. "No," I said. "I live like..right around the block."
You nodded, and I pulled my shoes on, before walking quickly to my desk -- having regained the power in my legs. You sat down, lounging back in your chair and glowing with what I could only call lust, and you watched me as I swung my backpack over my shoulder.
"I'll see you next class, Johnny." you said.
I grinned, and started to near the door.
"I don't know," I said. "I may just have to get caught skipping again."
You only grinned.
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Johnny // Nikki Sixx of Mötley Crüe
Rating: NC17
Summary: [AU Crossover]. I got it bad, got it bad, got it bad...I'm hot for teacher.
Disclaimer: Not real, dur. Van Halen owns the song.
You all should know what Nikki Sixx looks like, but in case you don't (or you just want to see a really hot pic of him) Click.
Got it Bad
((Johnny's POV))
I glanced up from the test I was supposed to be taking -- you were at your desk, hidden by a newspaper. I'd been absent on a day my class had taken some test -- well, you were supposed to have thought I was absent. I'd coaxed my best friend into skipping first period, and we'd decided to walk down to McDonalds for breakfast. As we were walking away from school, who should be stopped at a red light on their way (a few minutes late) to school? I didn't tell Jimmy that my Algebra teacher had seen us skipping; Hell, I tried to tell myself that I hadn't seen you, seeing us skipping.
So there I was now, staying after school for both a detention and to make up this test. I looked down at my paper again, then at the clock. I'd already been there an hour and was only on the sixth question -- out of fifty. Fighting the urge to groan in distaste, I tried to return to the radical exponents or whatever it was called. My gaze soon shifted to the window though, and I started to zone out.
"Mr. Seward, do you plan on actually taking the test?"
You'd set the newspaper down and were now watching me, your eyes amused under a thick lock of your dark hair.
I quickly muttered something, grabbing my pencil, and looking at my test. I felt you watching me, so I pretended to write something down. You gave a sigh, and stood up, turning to erase the chalkboard. I glanced up at you, my mind wandering to how un-teacher-like you looked.
You were well-built for your age, and you always wore dark colors. You kept your longish hair dyed black, and wildly teased. You had tattoos on your hands, starting at the knuckles and running up to hide underneath the long sleeves you always wore. I'd heard your whole body was covered, and I didn't doubt that -- I just couldn't see how you'd been hired.
"Stop admiring my backside and get back to work."
I flinched as though I'd been hit, and tried to stutter out an apology. I didn't even deny the fact that I had been staring at your butt. I gnawed on my bottom lip, starting to tap my pencil on the desk.
My pencil suddenly slid from my grasp and it flew across the room, hitting the wall loudly, and clattering to the floor. You turned slowly, and paused, looking at the pencil, before glancing at me with a cocked eyebrow. I offered a small, embarrassed grin, sliding from my seat. You watched as I quickly crossed the room, and bent to pick up my pencil.
"Johnny," you said suddenly, and I turned to you as you set the eraser back down. "Bring me your test."
I went to my desk, dropping my pencil on it, and grabbing my test. As I slowly returned to you, I didn't meet your eyes. You had your arms crossed and were smirking in a cat-like way. I held out my test, and you lazily took it, your light eyes moving over it slowly. I shifted uncomfortably as you gave a sigh.
"You do want to pass, don't you?" you asked.
I nodded, but wouldn't meet your gaze still. Your eyes burned into the top of my head for what felt like hours, and finally you moved, crumpling up the paper.
"Well, this here is an easy F." you said, "That's gotta be a dent in your already horrible grade."
How could such assholes become teachers? It was no wonder people'd taken to calling you Professor Snape behind your back.
"I guess I'll just have to go to summer school." I said with a shrug.
You smirked. "Or you could help me with something." you said.
I didn't like the way the atmosphere had changed, and I quickly looked away from you again.
"What do you mean?" I asked, even though the cheap pornos Jimmy'd stolen from his father told me exactly what you meant. I didn't think stuff like this happened in real life.
You suddenly grabbed my hips, and pushed me against the end of your desk, roughly. A small noise caught in my throat, but you only smirked at me.
"Getting the picture?" you asked in a mocking tone.
I took a deep breath. "I don't --"
You placed your index finger over my lips, shushing me.
"If you help me with this," you said slowly. "I'll give you a C for this class, and for the last few periods we have until summer, you don't have to do anything."
I paused thoughtfully, I did need to pass this class. And it's not like you weren't extremely good-looking. I made a face.
"And the final exam?" I asked.
"Just show up, and pretend to take it." you said. "Your grade'll already be in the bag."
You rolled your hips into mine as though that would convince me, and you leaned down to kiss me. I tried to relax as my heartbeat quickened, and you ran your tongue across my bottom lip, demanding entry. I parted my lips unsurely, and you pushed your tongue into my mouth. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I rested them behind me on the desk. You suddenly broke the kiss.
"Tell me you're a virgin." you said.
One could've got that you were some sick pervert or something, wanting me to be a virgin. But it only made you hotter for some reason, and I nodded. You paused, seemingly battling with yourself. But then your lips greedily returned to mine.
This is where I had to ask myself if I was willing to give you my virginity for a C. It was hard to do, but I broke the kiss.
"Give me an A." I said.
You pushed your hips into mine again, and my breathing hitched as your large erection rubbed against mine.
"Too dodgy." you said, against my neck. "Your parents'll suspect something."
"Fine, a B." I said, taking a deep breath as your teeth grazed my skin.
"Deal," you said, before your lips returned to mine.
Your tongue slid into my mouth as you grabbed the bottom of my tee shirt, and after a moment of your sloppy kiss, you pulled away to lift my shirt slightly. I raised my arms for you, and you slid the article of clothing from my body.
"What about--?" I started to ask, my eyes darting to the door.
You kissed me, cutting me off. "Don't worry about it." you said.
I went to ask if you'd locked it, but you kissed me again. Your mouth moved from mine, traced my jaw line, and you bit my ear softly. Your lips didn't stop there, moving down and over my collarbone -- a chill moved through my body.
You suddenly lifted me up, sitting me on the desk, and pushing me back to lay down. I could feel the folded newspaper under me, but I ignored it, watching you. You pulled off your suit jacket, and draped it over your chair, unlike my shirt, which you'd just dropped onto the floor. As you started to unbutton your long-sleeved shirt, I watched your hands intently. You threw me a smirk as you started to pull the garment from your body, and my eyes moved over your chest slowly in silent awe at the ink that greeted me.
I couldn't admire you for too long, because you leaned down and kissed me again. Your fingers were then playing with my belt buckle, and my body tensed up. You bit at my bottom lip, sliding the belt from my jeans, and before I knew it, my fly was done, and you were sliding the pants from my body. In a moment, after you'd gotten my shoes off as well, I was completely naked on your desk.
Your tongue invaded my mouth expertly, and I kept my hands at my sides, not knowing how to go along with this. After a moment or two, you straightened, reaching for your pants. Your light eyes were trained on mine as you pulled your thick cock from its confines, and you moved between my legs. For a moment, I thought you were going to try this without any preparation. You put two of your fingers into your mouth, wetting them with your spit, and I looked away as you moved that hand between my legs. I concentrated on your husky breathing, and I tried to relax myself. The tip of one of your fingers pushed against my hole, and I took a deep breath as it slid into me.
You leaned down and pressed your lips to mine, and I opened my mouth without hesitation. Your finger pushed into me again, and I squirmed, trying to get used to the feeling. You stopped kissing me but kept your lips on mine, breathing deeply -- it seemed as though it'd been a while since you'd done anything. That was a bit surprising considering how gorgeous you were.
Without warning, you added another finger. I let out a short noise, and you kissed my jaw wetly. You pushed your two fingers into me again, and I wriggled my hips some more, but you didn't give me any mercy, following my movements with your hand. I took a quick breath, and you bit at my jaw. The relief of your fingers leaving me didn't last too long, as you roughly pushed them into me again .The discomfort, however, was suddenly replaced with a ripple of pleasure. I pushed my hips upward, taking a quick breath.
As quickly as the pleasure had come, you pulled your fingers out. My hips had started shaking slightly, and you straightened, your warm hands sliding from my body. I kept my gaze lowered as you spit into your hand quickly, and I shifted. I felt so awkward and embarrassed, laying there naked and vulnerable. It was wrong, extremely wrong. But I wanted to pass; and I wanted you. I glanced up just as you were covering your large cock in your own saliva. You moved forward, and I didn't meet your eyes as you grabbed my hips lightly, lining yourself up. You suddenly grabbed my chin with one of your hands, lifting my face so I met your eyes. Then you returned to pushing forward.
The head of your cock just barely touched my hole, and I felt myself tense up again. You pressed your lips against mine, and thrust into me -- not quick or roughly -- but not exactly soft and gentle either. I held my breath until you ceased your movement, meaning you were completely inside of me. I gave a short whimper, wanting to cry at the immense pain. You let out a low noise, and kissed my neck hungrily, slowly starting to pull out. You thrust into me quickly, and I grabbed your hips without thinking, not pushing you away, just needing something to hold onto.
I took a quick breath, letting out a short mewl, and you shushed me, your lips close to my ear, and sending a shiver down my spine. As you thrust into me a third time, I moved one of my hands to your longish hair -- I'd always wanted to touch it. Because of the hairspray you used, it felt slightly rough; but it was nice....as nice as it could feel at the moment that is. You bit my neck, and paused for a moment, and I took a few deep breaths, holding your hips in place, and squirming around slightly.
You thrust into me again, burying your dick deeply into me, and I felt that wave of immense pleasure once more, only this time it was stronger. My grip unintentionally tightened on your waist, and I bit my lip, trying not to moan loudly. Another angled thrust into my prostate, and my own dick came back to life, slowly hardening. You noticed this too, and moved a hand towards my groin.
I mewled once more as your warm fingers wrapped around my erection, and you groaned against my neck, before lifting your head to kiss me again. As your tongue snaked between my lips, you thrust your cock into me again, hitting my spot sharply. I moaned into your mouth, bucking my hips upwards. You broke the kiss to mutter something, but I didn't catch what it was.
I moved my hands up your back, my fingertips dancing over your spine, and I felt the shudder pass through your body.
"Ugh, God." I exclaimed suddenly, digging my nails into your back as you squeezed my cock lightly.
You grunted in response against my collarbone, your warm breath colliding with my sweat-dampened skin, and causing me to shudder this time. Your hand was moving swiftly over my cock, squeezing gently, and your thrusts were in sync with your hand movements. I moaned again, able to feel a warm sensation building in my stomach. I'd never exactly orgasmed before -- didn't get much time when I had to take care of two nosy, little brothers, but at that moment I knew I was pretty close.
You groaned again, the speed of your hand movements increasing, and I let out a whimper. I was at the edge, and one more thrust into me was just it; I came onto my gut. You let out a sudden moan, and your movements became stiff and clumsy.
My hands slid from your shoulders down to your waist, and I panted heavily as you grabbed the edge of the desk, slamming your hips forward so that your last few thrusts were violent and powerful. I let out a short noise, but it was drowned out by your drawn-out groan. I felt your body tense up, and you gave a final thrust, cumming inside of me. You collapsed on top of me, breathing deeply, and it was a long moment before we did anything else.
"As of now, Mr. Seward," you said slowly, straightening. "You have an eighty-five percent."
I smirked, but was suddenly overcome with a sense of shyness. I felt like I'd just scammed you, even though it was you who took my virginity. I didn't know if I should thank you or not, so I didn't say anything, and sat up as you pulled your pants up. I took a good look at your tattoos again, before I stood to grab my own pants. Well, at least I tried to stand -- I had to hold onto the desk for support. You gave me a smile, and said something about how the pain wouldn't last too long. I only nodded as you helped me into my pants. You even put my belt on me for me. I was annoyed by my own silence, so I said the only thing I could think to say.
"Wow."
You grinned at me again, grabbing my tee shirt and handing it to me. When I took it, you pulled your own shirt on, walking around your desk. I took a deep breath, preparing to put my shirt on when you laughed from behind me suddenly. I glanced over my shoulder, and you smirked as you buttoned your shirt.
"You have today's headline on your back." you said.
I twisted, trying to look over my shoulder some more. Sure enough, the newspaper I'd been laying on had reproduced a very faint copy of one of the headlines on my back. I laughed, and turned back around, pulling my shirt on.
"Do you need a ride home?" you asked.
I quickly shook my head. "No," I said. "I live like..right around the block."
You nodded, and I pulled my shoes on, before walking quickly to my desk -- having regained the power in my legs. You sat down, lounging back in your chair and glowing with what I could only call lust, and you watched me as I swung my backpack over my shoulder.
"I'll see you next class, Johnny." you said.
I grinned, and started to near the door.
"I don't know," I said. "I may just have to get caught skipping again."
You only grinned.