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snoggedTitle: Professor Ted
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Professor Ted/Robin; implied Barney/Robin
Word Count: 953
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; explicit sex, infidelity, angst, language
Spoilers: Season 4.5: Post-“The Leap”
Summary: Robin’s got a lusty feeling for a newly appointed professor at Columbia.
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roland44. Any other mistakes are mine.
A/N: written foridioticonion who wanted Professor Ted/Robin, Setting: Post- Season 4, and Prompt: Cheating for her birthday present. My muse is merely a slave seeking to oblige her.
Professor Ted.
It’s his new handle that does it for her. She likes the way it rolls off her tongue. The way it makes her dream about rulers, school books, and detention halls.
She even likes the way it makes the red-hot fire of lust weave tendrils through her body, making her feel weak in the knees and powerless to stop it. It’s so much different than the warmth and love she used to feel for Ted when they were dating. It feels more primal, more awesome, more dirty, more...kinky.
Robin’s sure she could easily convince Barney to role-play the dirty professor and the good student without any difficulty but she has a feeling in her gut that it wouldn’t come close to the real thing. Plus, it’s not like what her and Barney have is going to last anyways. He’s been living nearly a decade of his life sticking his cock in more than one pussy at a time and he’s bound to get bored with just having access to hers. It’s inevitable. Really, she’s just doing him favor, cutting the strings before it gets too late for both of them.
Or at least, that’s what she tells herself to justify the black lace stockings and patent leather Mary Janes. It’s her perfectly flawed excuse for sliding on the Catholic school girl skirt and the white top that hugs her breasts just right. She makes Britney Spears look like a big plaid ball of crap. But that’s because Canadian pop princesses rock a man’s world better than the American ones do.
When she gets to the university, the cabbie flashes her a wolfish grin as she steps out of the yellow taxi and she gives him a sultry smile back. Boom! Instant discount. Further proof of how fucking hot she looks.
Ted’s still in his office when she gets there and his dark eyes widen when she glides in, looking like a fallen angel. He squeezes his eyes shut, wondering if this all just some cooked-up fantasy in his head. But when he opens them again, she’s still there, oozing sex appeal.
His mind flashes to Barney, remembering how hard the man worked to make something happen with Robin, and he starts to protest. This goes against the code, goes against his romantic ideals. It’s not who he is and she should know that. “I’m not a cheater, Robin.”
Robin tilts her head and grins, swinging her hips as she closes the distance between them. In a flash, she straddles his waist, feeling the growing bulge in his pants press against her pubic mound. Unfortunately for Ted, Robin knows just how to break his defenses into pieces.
“I’m not a cheater either, Professor.” She bites down her lip, playing up the sultry harlot bit and wiggling her ass in his lap. “I was just wondering if there was anything I could do to get a better grade. You know, I try so hard but I can’t help but be so distracted by how hot you look when you ramble on about big, thick buildings.”
Ted shudders, feeling the friction build between them as she rocks her hips against his pelvis. She knows just how to make the curling ridge of his covered cock hit her sweet spot, moaning with each down beat, each point of contact.
She humps him frantically, feeling like a bitch in heat. Her eyelashes flutter as her body seizes, tightens. She’s already dancing on the razor sharp edge of her orgasm and he’s not even inside her. But she needs him to be. Needs him to be inside her to give her that final push. She reaches between them to unzip his pants, slowly pulling his dick out of its confines and giving it a few, sharp tugs.
Ted groans, reaching around her to pull open the desk drawer where he’s been storing a few condoms. He maneuvers his hands between them and rolls it on. Before he can blink twice, she brings her hips down, sheathing him without any guidance.
She rides him hard and fast, eager to get this over with, eager to get it out of her system. And it doesn’t take much before her pussy squeezes him like a vice, stealing his orgasm and making him moan. Her own orgasm comes moments later and she throws her head back, dark hair swinging behind her as her face contorts as her brains bursts with pleasure.
There’s a shimmer of sweat covering both of their bodies, distinctive marks of their infidelity. Marks that will evaporate and fade into the air as if they were never there in the first place.
As Robin slides off him, catching her breath and readjusting her outfit, it occurs to him that Barney has every right to punch him in the family jewels now. Considering this isn’t likely to be a secret either one of them can keep.
Robin finishes closing the buttons on her top and offers Ted a small grin. There’s no sign in her face that she feels remorse for what she’s done. No guilt. No shame. She’s just Robin. The girl who can fall in love with someone and then, boom…not be in love with them anymore. And pity the poor chap who tries to get more than that out of her. “So did I move to the head of the class?”
Ted exhales sharply, wishing he could feel the same ease about this that she does. And even though he knows the shit will hit the fan eventually, he opts to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, he is a dude. And the sex they just had was mind-blowingly worth it.
“A+, Robin.”
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Professor Ted/Robin; implied Barney/Robin
Word Count: 953
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; explicit sex, infidelity, angst, language
Spoilers: Season 4.5: Post-“The Leap”
Summary: Robin’s got a lusty feeling for a newly appointed professor at Columbia.
Beta:
roland44. Any other mistakes are mine.A/N: written for
idioticonion who wanted Professor Ted/Robin, Setting: Post- Season 4, and Prompt: Cheating for her birthday present. My muse is merely a slave seeking to oblige her.Professor Ted.
It’s his new handle that does it for her. She likes the way it rolls off her tongue. The way it makes her dream about rulers, school books, and detention halls.
She even likes the way it makes the red-hot fire of lust weave tendrils through her body, making her feel weak in the knees and powerless to stop it. It’s so much different than the warmth and love she used to feel for Ted when they were dating. It feels more primal, more awesome, more dirty, more...kinky.
Robin’s sure she could easily convince Barney to role-play the dirty professor and the good student without any difficulty but she has a feeling in her gut that it wouldn’t come close to the real thing. Plus, it’s not like what her and Barney have is going to last anyways. He’s been living nearly a decade of his life sticking his cock in more than one pussy at a time and he’s bound to get bored with just having access to hers. It’s inevitable. Really, she’s just doing him favor, cutting the strings before it gets too late for both of them.
Or at least, that’s what she tells herself to justify the black lace stockings and patent leather Mary Janes. It’s her perfectly flawed excuse for sliding on the Catholic school girl skirt and the white top that hugs her breasts just right. She makes Britney Spears look like a big plaid ball of crap. But that’s because Canadian pop princesses rock a man’s world better than the American ones do.
When she gets to the university, the cabbie flashes her a wolfish grin as she steps out of the yellow taxi and she gives him a sultry smile back. Boom! Instant discount. Further proof of how fucking hot she looks.
Ted’s still in his office when she gets there and his dark eyes widen when she glides in, looking like a fallen angel. He squeezes his eyes shut, wondering if this all just some cooked-up fantasy in his head. But when he opens them again, she’s still there, oozing sex appeal.
His mind flashes to Barney, remembering how hard the man worked to make something happen with Robin, and he starts to protest. This goes against the code, goes against his romantic ideals. It’s not who he is and she should know that. “I’m not a cheater, Robin.”
Robin tilts her head and grins, swinging her hips as she closes the distance between them. In a flash, she straddles his waist, feeling the growing bulge in his pants press against her pubic mound. Unfortunately for Ted, Robin knows just how to break his defenses into pieces.
“I’m not a cheater either, Professor.” She bites down her lip, playing up the sultry harlot bit and wiggling her ass in his lap. “I was just wondering if there was anything I could do to get a better grade. You know, I try so hard but I can’t help but be so distracted by how hot you look when you ramble on about big, thick buildings.”
Ted shudders, feeling the friction build between them as she rocks her hips against his pelvis. She knows just how to make the curling ridge of his covered cock hit her sweet spot, moaning with each down beat, each point of contact.
She humps him frantically, feeling like a bitch in heat. Her eyelashes flutter as her body seizes, tightens. She’s already dancing on the razor sharp edge of her orgasm and he’s not even inside her. But she needs him to be. Needs him to be inside her to give her that final push. She reaches between them to unzip his pants, slowly pulling his dick out of its confines and giving it a few, sharp tugs.
Ted groans, reaching around her to pull open the desk drawer where he’s been storing a few condoms. He maneuvers his hands between them and rolls it on. Before he can blink twice, she brings her hips down, sheathing him without any guidance.
She rides him hard and fast, eager to get this over with, eager to get it out of her system. And it doesn’t take much before her pussy squeezes him like a vice, stealing his orgasm and making him moan. Her own orgasm comes moments later and she throws her head back, dark hair swinging behind her as her face contorts as her brains bursts with pleasure.
There’s a shimmer of sweat covering both of their bodies, distinctive marks of their infidelity. Marks that will evaporate and fade into the air as if they were never there in the first place.
As Robin slides off him, catching her breath and readjusting her outfit, it occurs to him that Barney has every right to punch him in the family jewels now. Considering this isn’t likely to be a secret either one of them can keep.
Robin finishes closing the buttons on her top and offers Ted a small grin. There’s no sign in her face that she feels remorse for what she’s done. No guilt. No shame. She’s just Robin. The girl who can fall in love with someone and then, boom…not be in love with them anymore. And pity the poor chap who tries to get more than that out of her. “So did I move to the head of the class?”
Ted exhales sharply, wishing he could feel the same ease about this that she does. And even though he knows the shit will hit the fan eventually, he opts to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, he is a dude. And the sex they just had was mind-blowingly worth it.
“A+, Robin.”
