Gerard way Imagines

Give and Get (Teacher!Gee smut) ☆

☆= this is smut. Poorly written by the way. Requested by mikenificent_cliffrd. I'm sick af.

"Are you even listening?" Of course not, Dickhead' I wanted to say, but I only sighed and looked at him with a horribly bored expression. Mr. Way was a good teacher, yeah, but math wasn't really my thing. Which of course meant not to pay attention. I mean, his amazing looks never really helped my concentration anyways. So I kind of despised him.. "Y/n, I asked you a question. Look, this is the third detention you get and I'm trying to help you here." I looked at him with a raised brow, like 'seriously?'. This guy was a pain in the ass. "Well don't. 'S not like I care anyways." He sighed, and ran a hand through his black locks of hair he somehow called a haircut. "Well I do, so could you at least try?" Well... I could, couldn't I? I looked up at the blackboard, and squinted my eyes a bit. "X is 16." He blinked a couple times, Visibly surprised that I actually did something that involved the math problem he was talking about for almost an hour. He looked around, and smiled suddenly. "Exactly. See? You know how to do it." I crooked a little smile. He seemed like a child somehow, smiling like that.
Hold on.
The fuck?! Why was I suddenly starting to get comfortable with him? But somehow, I didn't really care why, and started to drop my 'tough girl fuck you' act around him. "Well then c'mon Gerard, give me something harder." It was meant to be a pretty innocent comment at first, but something about that tiny little glint in his eyes told me that he took it in a different meaning than supposed to. "Mr. Way?" I asked after he started to stare a little at my neck. Suddenly he seemed to snap out of it, babbling some nonsense before writing something on the blackboard. " how.." he coughed awkwardly, "how about that one?" I looked closer, and smiled. " I think I know." He nodded towards the problem. "Go ahead." I stood up, and took the chalk out of his hands, fingers touching slightly. I started writing, but got stuck in the middle. I pushed my hips a little and groaned. "Okay, I give up, this is bullshit-" he shook his head and stood behind me. "No no no, don't say that, you're on the right track, see? Just multiply this with your X there.." he wrote from behind me, his black hair brushing my cheek, and his cologne filling my head. Great. Even though now I wanted to understand, I couldn't fucking concentrate. Awesome. "You lost track didn't you?" This time I started to stutter before trying to focus again. "Well that wasn't as hard as I expected you to go on me, Gerard." Now this one was supposed to be offensive, and he actually reacted. "Would you fucking stop that.." he mumbled, forgetting the fact that he was practically whispering it in my ear. "Oh wow, now we're cursing? I'm starting to like you." He blushed, at least that was what I could see out of the corner of my eye. He was suddenly very eager to sit down behind his desk, and his expression was weird. "You-" he sighed, running a hand through his hair again. "You can go." I stood there, confused, but actually considering it, when suddenly a weird thought came into my head. Was he.. no, he wasn't. Or..? "everything alright?" No, dipshit, but of course he's not gonna tell you that easily, I thought. "Yeah, yeah, I'm totally fine thanks." He had his legs crossed and seemed to be uncomfortable. "Are you.." I motioned towards his lap, a slight pink on my cheeks. I was pretty bold when it came to stuff like that but.. right now I was nervous. Don't ask me why. He looked at me shocked, yet not that kind of shocked: more like 'how the fuck do you know'. "Well I guess I'm flattered to have such an impact on your friend." I laughed, packing my things. After some awkward silence, we both wanted to say something at the same time, but I nodded towards him, telling him to speak first. "I'm sorry I-" I shook my head. "Nah, but was it something I said?" He chuckled a little bit, nervously. "That, and the fact that you're fucking gorgeous." I blushed again, and he got a little pale suddenly. "I said that out loud, didn't I?" He asked no one really, and I nodded. "You did, but it's okay. I'm.. well, thank you. I guess." We both giggled a little, until I looked out of the window. We were the only ones left,gerard had a key to lock the school later, so we were alone in this huge building. What was I thinking? Having sex with my fucking math teacher? And at that, Gerard Fucking way, the dipshit that made my school life a fucking hell? Why did that thought sound so appealing to me?
Gerard groaning and slightly hitting his head on the table woke me up out of my slight slumber on my own thoughts. "Could you now uhm.. leave so I can go home.?" He asked, voice muffled by the table. "I could help you with that too but if you want me to leave.." he snapped up, watching me go, grabbing my wrist. "You're.." he looked at me for a second, searching for traces that would indicate that I was lying. "You're serious.? This could get both of us into big trouble." I turned around, fiddling with his tie playfully. "So? My secret middle name is trouble anyways." He swallowed, and caught me with my back against the door, snatching his keys out of the back pocket of his tight jeans, locking the door without breaking eye contact with me. "Sweetheart, I'm going to ask you one last time." I nodded, watching his lips as he spoke. "Do you want this?" I nodded, and as soon as that happened, he'd crashed his lips onto mine in an eager kiss. Hands found their way into hair, gripping a bit, even pulling playfully, but never hurting. His tongue started to slip through my lips to explore my mouth, and suddenly I heard nothing, I only felt how his hands traveled through my own strands of hair. He groaned every now and then, making my knees even weaker than they already were. "Jump." He demanded, his voice suddenly dark yet playful. I obeyed, wrapping my legs around his torso, making us both giggle a bit. He sat me down onto his desk, not caring if his work flew through the whole room, scattering everywhere like the leaves in a forest during fall. His hands caressed my thighs, careful not to be too fast. Suddenly I felt his slightly cold fingertips under my shirt, leaving goosebumps over my skin. His kisses started to wander, reaching my jawline, and softly biting the skin on my neck. He knew we had time. I was living alone, and he did too, and fuck,no one was around so there was no rush. "So soft.."he whispered as he brushed his nose against my neck in a playful,yet incredibly intimate manner. I somehow felt.. cherished. Like this wasn't just to get rid of his boner. Hell, if he wanted that he could've just told me to fuck me against the door or whatever- but no. Cliche or no cliche, but this felt really nice. Somehow we both seemed to have forgotten what position we were in. We weren't teacher and student anymore- it felt like we were lovers. Equal. He started to unbutton my shirt, and I for myself, messed with his tie, having it loosened in a second it seemed. "A pro, huh?" I giggled. "Not really, but thanks." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him down with me, making him chuckle. But suddenly he stopped, panting a little, cupping my cheek in his hand. "You've never done this, haven't you?" I looked at him, surprised. "How do yo-" "know? Just a guess. Y/n, I.. God this'll sound weird but.. I feel a connection. I think I could definitely love you, if you let me." My eyes grew wide, but I considered it. Yes, he was my math teacher, but considering my age I was legal to decide if I wanted this or not. And I wanted. "Then go ahead." He kissed me with a smile, and I noticed that he stopped his sensual movements. "I never told you to stop. You can keep going, you know?" He looked at me seriously.  "Are you sure? Once I start I may can't stop.." he said, his tongue brushing over his lower lip like a predator. "I am." He smiled, his knee resting on the table next to my hip, undoing my skirt, gentle, but a little sloppy. He was eager, but holding back to make it more comfortable for me. I let out a gasp when I felt his hand softly tracing over my core, teasing. "You like that, sugar.? He said with his rumbling voice again, making me moan a little. "That's it. Keep making those sounds. I want to hear you." My body startet to move on its own, squirming, trying to get closer to him. He on the other hand seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, his eyes half lidded and full of emotion. He seemed to be hypnotized by me, and I felt like I could watch him for hours. My hands around his neck, he pulled me into a sitting position again, janking me forward to him by my butt. Not really forceful, but I enjoyed how dominant he was in this moment. I didn't know what to do, I never was in this situation before, so him taking lead was the best that could've happened in this moment. My hips rolled forwards, meeting his now pretty obvious little friend, and earning a moan from him. So I did it again, and again, until he started to undo his bat belt, the metal making sounds that were like delicate music to my ears. "How do you get that in this skinny jeans?" He chuckled, kissing my neck sensually. "How do you get those into such tight sports bras?" He said while running his hand over one of my naked beasts, as if to prove a point. "Practice?" I said, while sighing. "Exactly." He said, unclothing my core. I felt one of his fingers slip inside, and gasped at the feeling. Soon, he started to stretch me, preparing me for what was to come. I was a moaning mess by now, and I heard fabric against skin, this sound like no other, and the wrinkling of plastic. "Open it up, sugar." He said, holding the wrapped condom in front of me. Somehow I knew what he wanted, and I gently caught a corner of the package between my teeth, ripping it open without damaging what was inside. He studied every movement I made in this small moment, kissing me while slipping the protection on. I felt him slip inside me, and it was something I couldn't have ever expected. Nothing like his fingers, way more than that, and it felt like I couldn't take anymore of it, like I couldn't breath, yet I wanted more. I didn't notice how I cried out in pleasure and pain, gripping onto him for dear life, only when I heard him making soothing sounds, hushing me, calming my nerves. "Take your time, sweetheart.." he said, and I felt him throb inside me. I felt ready after some moments, and to test it, I rolled my hips forward like I did earlier, earning a chocked moan from him, this time he being the one resting his head on my shoulder. "Okay." I breathed, and he started at a slow rhythm, every now and then letting a 'oh god', or 'so perfect' slip in between his own groans and moans. The sounds he was making were enough alone to feed my pleasure, and having him so deep inside me added only more to that. "Gee.." I said, feeling something coming. It was like I knew something was about to happen, but I never knew what it would be like. "It's okay, let go honey.." and I did. I fell completely limp in his arms, and was glad that he held me, to gently lay me down on the table, soon coming after me. Once he left me, I felt empty, but so nicely drained of all energy that I didn't care how I looked at that moment. He got rid of the condom, dressing himself before dressing me. I was way too tired, and somehow didn't care if he cleaned me up or not.
But he did, like The fucking gentleman he always was. I slowly and tiredly sat up, leaving my shirt off and only slipping in my sweater. I looked down and noticed how he already slipped my skirt back on, but something was missing. "You're looking for that?" He held my underwear up for me to see. I wanted to take it, when he snatched it away, putting it in his pocket. "A souvenir I'm gonna keep." He said, pushing some of the locks back that stuck to his forehead. "What if I want them back?" He steadied himself with his hands on either side of the desk, looking at me, and placing a chaste kiss on my lips. "One condition." He said, and I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Let me guess, a date?"
He smiled, his eyes looking into mine.
"You know me so well."