Leaf Lust

Title: Leaf Lust

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom

Rating: Strong R- NC-17…. I’m not sure, so I’m covering my ass.

Disclaimer: Yeah… this really happened… oh wait! I’m lying through my teeth! I don’t know them… rub it in my face why don’t you! *grumble*

Beta: Me!

Summary: ndo ndo has Johnny as a professor… they fuck.

Warnings: RPS, AU (Johnny’s a college professor, Orlando his student) PWP… I guess it’s one… a little more P than usual. Obsessive use of the word autumn and leaves… well they’re used a bit… not every other word… but there’s a theme here people!!

Feedback: Hit me baby! Oh yeah! Harder, faster!

Author’s Notes: I’m just in a really awesome mood! I guess this is one of those natural highs that I hear people speak of and I love it! Plus it’s fall, my favorite time of year, and Halloween is coming up, my favorite holiday… and the leaves are changing and turning beautiful colors and they’re dancing all over the road because it’s windy and overcast… my favorite weather! So you get these leaf storms were they surround you, gently caressing you… oh it’s beautiful!! Squeeeeeeeee!!!

Author’s Notes 2: I got the idea coming home from class and thought how cool it would be to have a hot professor and fuck his brains out. Unfortunately I don’t have any hot professors… so I made this up! Then the leaves were dancing so I jusd tod to work that in! It’s Orlando’s POV… I really enjoyed my last PWP POV so I thought I’d give it another chance… but don’t worry it’s not a mary-sunda nda thing… I don’t think… *checks self* Nope… still not Orlando… or a man… *snaps fingers* Aw shucks!


I remember the first time I saw Professor Depp. A vision of taste and refinement. He had shoulder length, dyed blonde locks, black scruff, smoldering charcoal eyes, and of course that stoic beauty. He always wore those trendy black-framed glasses when he read his notes to us. They were so simple yet elegant… just like him. Oh thinking back on all the time I spent in class making little sketches of us kissing or imaging what his naked body would fell like pressed against mine… it’s amazing I passed at all.

Is it a crime to have a crush on your professor? I mean… we spend so much time at class… three hours for his… every Wednesday night. I wasn’t even at all interested in the bloody class. It was required for my major so I had to suffer through it. Of course having Professor Depp made the time seem all too brief. My roommate, Lij, used to laugh at me every Wednesday as I flustered about the room looking for the /perfect/ outfit to wear. I had to look my best! I didn’t want him to think I was a slob… of course I didn’t even know if he was gay at that time or not. I agonized over it constantly. Finally I took to studying him intently in class. I studied every movement, gesture, and word, desperately looking for some hint, some trace that would tell me his sexuality.

I laugh now looking back on it. He must have thought I was his best student… I never took my eyes off him. Suddenly every song reminded me of him, every romance movie made me think of us. It was sodding annoying! Lying in bed at midnight wanking to some cheesy song because I was studying for his class and got hot just thinking about the cunt. I’d imagine my hands were his. Gliding down my chest and slowly moving up my thighs to spread me open, fingers probing my most intimate places. I c I can feel a shiver run down my spine now, just thinking about it.

It was fate that brought us together… I’m sure of that now. It was a gorgeous autumn day. The leaves were changing and the sky was a charming grey. The atmosphere before a storm is the best way to describe it… so exciting and charged. And it was a storm that was unleashed that day… only it was no act of nature.

The wind was whistling, calling to me. It blew the clusters of leaves around icarecarefree dance of its will. The breeze pulled leaves from the trees making it look like a rain shower of foliage. I couldn’t resist… I /had/ to be a part of it. I left my dorm room and went to one of the underused parking lots… I knew I’d be alone there. I went to the far corner where the leaves were engaged in an epic dance with its longtime partner wind. I closed my eyes and twirled around, letting my arms stick out at my sides like a crucifix.

I twirled so much I’m surprised I didn’t pass out. I opened my eyes to watch the leaves circle around my and gently caress my face and body. The colors were amazing, reds, yellows, oranges, and even some brown. I felt like a living work of magic… almost as if I was a part of nature’s divine presence. I laughed like I was a child again… the only time I ever felt so carefree.

I had been so amerced in my fall freedom that I didn’t notice I had attracted the attention of an Autumn God. He was too beautiful to be truly human… he must have had something mystical in him… or at least a gypsy.

I remember I had turned to him, almost as if my spirit sensed his before my eyes ever fell on him. He was just standing there, watching me. I wasn’t the type to embarrass easily so I refused to break eye contact. We stayed like that for quite sometime. Eyes locked, hair blowing in the breeze, clothes ripg, ag, and the leaves swirling between us.

I imagine I must have looked something like an elf… a little foliage fairy. Tall and lean, leaves in my shoulder length curls, and dancing with nature. I still had my arms extended at my sides as the dance continued without me. I stared at him intensely, inviting him to join me, a small smile on my lips. He didn’t move and I shrugged, going back to my dance partner. I repeatedly returned eye contact with him as my dance became more seductive. I twirled slower and moved my hips more, hands above my head like a harem girl dances, casting a spell.

Finally I became more engrossed in the dance and almost forgot he was there. I ran my hands down my chest and in my hair, always twirling. That was the highest I’d ever felt in my life. It was beautiful!

Sadly I turned again to find my audience had disappeared. My beautiful Adonis had left me to play with invisible partner all alone. Guess my spell hadn’t been as strong as I thought.

That week in class I noticed he never looked at me once… not even for roll call. I was hurt at the time… thought that perhaps I had made a mistake. He did’t call on me at all during class… not even when I raised my hand.

Nine fifteenls als around and we’re free. I collect my books and solemnly head for the door.

“Oh Orlando, could you stay… I need to speak to you.” He calls as I’m almost out the door. I froze, thinking I did something wrong. I nodded my head nervously and went back to my seat as I waited for him to finish speaking to the other students. Too soon we are all alone in the room… possibly the building… it is rather late. He packs up his books and then stares at me. I feel my heart leap into my throat and try to swallow it back down.

“Come over here, Orlando, I need to show you something.” He instructs casually. I feel my heart beating a mile a minute and nervously walk behind the desk.

“Yes?” I ask, looking at the desk to find it empty. He looks at me questioningly for a moment before I feel his hands on my hips lifting me onto his desk. He presses his body against mine and then his lips cover mine. It’s fierce and passionate, but catches me off-guard. He pulls back and looks at me.

“Is this okay?” he asks breathlessly. I can’t answer… he stole my breath away. I check to make sure the door is closed before I pull him towards me and wrap my legs around his waist. I kiss him with equal vigor, this time fully prepared! I can feel him smile against my lips before he starts running his hands down my body. I tangle my hands in his hair and hold his head closer to mine… I won’t let him get away now!

He pushes me back down so that I’m lying on my back on his desk. This is so dirty… I’m about to fuck my professor in the same room we learn in everyday… I love it. If only they knew… every time they place a paper down on this desk the toe touching a place that will forever be sacred to me.

He pulls off the black sweater he always wears over his button up shirts and throws it to the ground. I lick my lips in anticipation and rip open the white dress shirt. He’s gorgeous and tan underneath that conservative class. I capture his nipple in my mouth, sucking on it for all I’m worth… I can’t help it. My hormones and fantasies take over and all I can think of is his body. I bite his peck and delight in the pleasured it it causes.

He pulls my head up and kisses me again. Our tongues do battle until I let him have the lead… after all he /is/ the teacher. He grips my ass in his strong hands and I squeal in delight… I like a forceful man. I reach down and pull up my own shirt; I don’t need an invitation to show off what I have… I work hard for my body.

He smiles appreciatively and runs his fingers down my toned chest, rubbing his thumb over my hardened nub. I moan wantonly and run my tongue over my top lip, which entices him to kiss my neck and continue exploring my body. I run my hands up and down his back, kneading his flesh in my hands and nipping his shoulder. He smells of autumn… crisp and magical.

I know I’m moaning loudly, but I don’t care… there’s just something about him that causes me to lose control. He’s not exactly a church mouse either if you catch my drift. I feel him working me through my jeans and I tug on his earlobe with my teeth encouraging him to go on. He gets the hint… gotta love a teacher…

He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down. I hear his delighted sigh as he realizes I don’t believe in underwear. He pulls me from his shoulder and kisses me possessively as he strokes my throbbing cock. I moan and whimper into his mouth… it just feels so damn good. Before I know it, he’s transformed me into a quivering mass of mewling ecstasy.

He rubs the weeping slit of my organ and rs mrs my essence up and down the shaft, aiding in his hand motions. Oh college, oh heaven, oh Autumn Spirits… thank you, thank you, thank you!

His kisses become more and more intense. He’s fucking my mouth with his tongue as he plays with my ‘magic wand’… guess my spell worked after all! It’s all so intense I think I’m going to pass out… but hell be damned if I’m going to miss this opportunity!

A final tug and I’m spent. Fireworks, starbursts, and lightening striking all flash before my eyes in a wave of pleasure that almost threatens to drown me. Goddamn he’s good at that! Thank you autumn fairy… I’ll worship you forever.

I smile up at him lazily and kiss him gratefully. It’s a slow, affectionate kiss and afterward I pull him close so I can wrap my arms around his neck.

“Now for extra credit…” I purr into his mouth as I pop open the button of his jeans. “I want to know what your hot cock will feel like buried deep inside my tight little ass.” I can feel him tremble with need and a satisfied smile spreads across my face. I push down the zipper and reach inside to squeeze his weeping cock. It’s quite big… and thick… yum.

He reaches for his coat and pulls out a condom and some lube… what a gentleman. I knew he had class… it’s even ribbed for my pleasure. I laughed mentally at the thought, knowing the condom factories never intended them to be used like this. He rips it open with his teeth, staring me in the eyes as he does. I gladly take it and slide it on his impressive organ, sliding it down just a /bit/ slower than I need to. He groans at my touch and I smirk… he’s mine.

He takes the lube and slicks up his fingers before he reaches between my legs and traces my entrance. It’s my wet dream come true. He slowly slides his single digit inside and strokes my gland, making me mewl in pleasure. He adds a second finger and starts working them in and out in a maddening rhythm. Correction… I’m his, I’m his, I’m his, I’m his!

I’m panting so hard I think I might make myself dizzy. “So good… mmm… don’t stop… more…” I moan like a wanton whore, but I don’t care. His face is hovering just above mine, that sexy smile spreading across it revealing perfect white teeth. He starts placing gentle kisses down my neck and working his fingers in harder and deeper. I’m fully erect again and I think I might cum again just from his fingers!

“No more…” I pant, practically on the verge. “I want /you/ inside me when I cum… not just your fingers.” He smiles and kisses me lustfully, biting my lip and dragging it through his teeth before he releases it. Wow…

He uses more lube to coat his condom-clad manhood before grabbing my hips and positioning himself at my hole. He’s so gentle it’s heartbreaking. Most of the men I’ve been with are just wam bam thank you…er… man. But he moves into me with restraint. He inches in giving me time to adjust. It feels wonderful, to be slowly filled by an Autumn god that’s just worshipped your body like a religious artifact.

“Are you okay?” he whispers against my lips. I nod and move my hips, encouraging him to do the same. “You’re so tight baby… so tight…” he moans as he moves in and out of me with great skill. I meet him for each thrust, trying to get him to moan louder… I want to ‘get him back’ for turning me into a mass of jelly with his fingers. The desk doesn’t suit my needs so I push him onto his chair so that I’m on top.

It works… He starts to pant and kiss me sloppily, not even being able to concentrate on what he’s doing, just blindly seek out more pleasure. I gl giv give it to him, squeezing my muscles and grindiy hiy hips down onto him. He’s beautiful like this… completely undone.

I plant kisses down his throat and suck at the base where neck and shoulder meet. I want to mark him, to leave a little reminder to all the other students that lust after him of who got there first. I feel that he’s near the edge and I increase my pace. I take his hand and guide him in stroking my own erection. There’s something rather hot about teaching, my teacher how to jerk me off… not that he did a bad job himself… my /god/!

His muscles tighten and his whole body seems to stiffen as he cums buried deep inside my body. I follow soon after, not being able to resist that look of fulfillment on his face. I spray my salty essence over his chest, trembling myself.

When he’d recovered, he’d pulled me close and we kissed softly and lovingly until the door burst open and Professor Weaving had caught us. It took me a moment to realize just how bad that was until I saw the look of horror on the man’s face and Johnny’s own trepidation. I turned the chair so that Weaving couldn’t see my nakedness anmblembled for my jeans, pulling them on hastily. Johnny did the same.

“Do you know what this means?” Weaving asked.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Johnny insisted.

“You’re so fired,” Weaving hissed, racing out of the room to tell the dean. Johnny stood there, shirtless and sweaty, with his head in his hands.

“Fuck!” He yelled, running his hands down his face and sighing. I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I dressed quickly and tried to leave.

“I’m… sorry…” I muttered as I passed him. I thought he had just wanted a fuck and that was it… I didn’t want to make matters worse for him by becoming clingy.

“Where are you going?” he asked sadly, grabbing my arm. I remember the jolt the contact had sent through my body. I actually blushed when I looked at him.

“I… I thought you only wanted a little thrill… so I was going to go back to my room… I’m sorry you got fired for it… I’ll get expelled too, if that makes you feel any better?” I said in cynical humor, trying to alleviate some tension. To my surprise he actually chuckled.

“Is that what you want? A one time fling?” he asked, pulling me close and stroking my face. “Because I wanted a little leaf dancer to warm my bed for the crisp season ahead…” he cooed, nuzzling my neck. I couldn’t help but lean into the touch. “Is that a yes?” he asked coyly.

“What do you think?” I had replied, kissing him passionately.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

That was over a year ago now that I think of it. Like I could have said no… what’s a leaf dancer without his Autumn God to watch over him and protect him from all the evil spirits that come out on All Hallows Eve?

We both had to go before the dean and explain what happened. Johnny had tried to take all the blame, but Mr. Jackson was unmoved. I was horribly upset. I didn’t want to leave America, but my visa was only if I was a college student.

Then Johnny told me he’d pull some strings at Pratt and get me in. The dean was a good friend of his, a Mr. Mortensen… great guy. He agreed to ‘overlook’ our relationship as long as I didn’t take any classes by Johnny and we kept our PDA’s to off campus.

It’s a great life here. I still get to go to college and be with the man I love. We live together now in a small off campus apartment, overlooking a huge park. It’s autumn again and the leaves are changing… whistling and dancing… they’re calling to me again.

I exit the balcony and walk to our living room. My Autumn God is making up a test for his students… not for long. He’s sitting on the sofa writing on the coffee table. I drop to my knees and crawl over to my unsuspecting prey. He doesn’t notice me until I sneak in between his arms. He laughs at my impish behavior and kisses me sweetly.

“Something you wanted, imp?” I smile and wiggle my eyebrows.

“The leaves are calling to me again… they want me to join them in their dance… and bring my new partner.” I kiss him softly, running my tongue over his lips before I pull away. “Come on!” I chime, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the apartment. He doesn’t resist, he’s too busy laughing at my playfulness.

We run to the park and I break free, twirling and chasing after the streams of yellow, red, and orange. They swirl around me and caress my form. I see my Autumn God watching me and flash him the same stare I had this time last year. This time, however, my spell works and he comes to me.

He wraps his strong, warm arms around me and I do the same. I love this man so much… I’m so lucky. He smiles as the leaves continue to twirl around us and tangle in my hair.

“I love you, my little leaf dancer.”

“I love you too, my Autumn God.”

We gaze at each other, letting the wind blow our hair in our faces and ruffle our clotheforefore we finally kiss. This kiss is different… it’s truly magical. I can actuafeelfeel how much he loves me and how much I love him. As we kiss I can feel the leaves circling all around us as if they were blowing only for us to begin with. Sometimes… just sometimes… I think that’s really true.


~Fin~


Well that’s what was running through my head! I really do love this weather man! It’s just so damn gorgeous!