Teacher Gerard Way x Reader
How to Pass College with Flying Colors
(NSFW)
Pairing: College Professor! Gerard Way x College Student! Gender Neutral! Reader.
Requested? No, but I loved writing this so I’d love to get some similar requests!!! I wrote this in an hour and a half oops.
Warnings: GRAPHIC SEX! Dirty talk, spanking, slight choking, breeding, taboo content with it being teacher x student.
Rating: R / 18+
A/N: THIS IS ALL FICTION! A work of writing for the sake of entertainment. Nothing in this piece is real or based on true events. Meant for 18+ enjoyment. MINORS DNI!
You were a second year college student, a little too ambitious in your fall semester. You decided to take a class too many, the coursework overloading you by the second week in. You made the tough decision to focus a lot of your energy in certain classes while you slacked off in others. The one your grade suffered the most in was Music Theory with Mr. Gerard Way. You were embarrassed by that fact: he was a fine teacher…like…really fine. And the coursework itself was relatively easy. But you missed almost every homework assignment and flunked almost every test in order to keep your grades up in other classes.
You receive your most recent test score, the D- not surprising you. Yet, there was a comment on your assignment.
“Instructor Feedback:” The tab read. You click on it.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N),
I’d like to see you during my office hours tomorrow to discuss your future in this course. May you understand this conversation is a mere reflection of your effort. See you tomorrow at 3pm.
Mr Way.
The note reads. My face heats up, flushing at the thought of being confronted about my bad grades. I had hoped a miracle would happen somehow, somewhere, but your luck didn’t show right now. You sigh as you type a reply, confirming your presence for tomorrow’s office hours.
* * *
3pm the following day rolls around, and you knock on his office door, the blinds along the window pulled shut. He opens the door, his gaze meeting yours with a small smile.
“Good afternoon, (Y/N). Come in.” He says, opening the door wider to let me into the dimly lit office. You step inside, taking in the room. His desk was littered with papers, clearly from grading and overall work. Yet the room was dim and reeked of cigarettes. You liked the smell.
“You wanted to see me?” You ask. He gestures to a chair sat across from his desk. You sit down in it and he sits in the chair across from you. He leans back in his chair, running his hand through his slick shoulder length black hair. He sighs as he scoots closer to the desk, ultimately getting closer to you.
“Yes. We need to discuss your future in this course.” He begins, as your heart rate begins to increase. You stay silent, listening intently.
“If you weren’t already aware, you’re not doing very well in my course. You hardly turn in your homework assignments and you fail almost every test. Your grade is slipping dramatically and there isn’t much else you can do before the final…” He begins, trailing off for a moment before continuing. “I want to help you out here, I do, because I hate failing students and seeing them have to repeat such an easy course. So I need to ask you: What’s going on? Why are you struggling and why haven’t you asked for help?” He asks, studying you inquisitively, looking to you for a truthful answer. Your heart beat continues to pace rapidly, growing more nervous as the conversation progresses.
You could lie and say you’d do better, but it didn’t seem like there was much time for you to be better. You sigh and decide to tell the truth.
“It’s my fault. I overloaded myself this semester and am now paying the price.” You begin, looking down at the floor, but you could still feel his sharp gaze on you.
“Yes. You clearly are paying the price.” He sighs. He taps his foot against the floor, seeming to be thinking.
“There’s got to be something I can do to get extra credit some way, right? I really don’t want to repeat this course.” You begin to plead. Mr. Way tsks.
“And why should I give you extra credit? You’ve been slacking off entirely. Maybe you need to learn a lesson about not turning in your work on time.” Mr. Way smirks. You frown, starting to get impatient.
“I’m a good student. I don’t get into trouble. All I’m doing is slacking off a bit. Is that really such an issue?” You retort, growing frustrated.
Mr. Way shakes his head. “Oh, (Y/N), don’t you realize how blatantly disrespectful you are? Maybe I should just fail you.” He taunts. You shake your head in disapproval.
“I don’t think you should. I think you should give me a chance. There has to be something.” You insist. He smirks further, the smile giving you butterflies in your stomach as you admire the way his lips curved into something so subtly devious.
“Well…I have office hours every Wednesday at 3pm. Maybe we can arrange something where I tutor you privately. Maybe if you get some extra help you can just make it with a passing grade. But that’s only if you take this seriously. Know I don’t offer this type of help often: I don’t like it when my time gets wasted.” Mr. Way says sternly. You take a moment to ponder the proposition. It’s not like you had anything else going on on Wednesday’s, and you could really use this sort of extra help. You nod in agreement.
“It’s a deal.” You say. Mr. Way nods in approval.
“Good. Shall we start today then? Reviewing the material for your upcoming assessment?” He asks. You nod. He sorts through some papers, pulling out worksheets for you to do. He begins explaining the basics, asking you some questions along the way. He is pleased with every correct answer you give. It was clear you understood the material: You were just slacking off immensely. After about thirty minutes of reviewing material and questioning, Mr. Way felt confident in your ability to score high on the next test, which happened to be in two days: the next class.
“Well done today, (Y/N.) You’ll easily get a high score on Friday’s test.” He says. You smile proudly.
“Was that all you needed? Just a little bit of one on one attention to get the material?” He says, leaning close to you. You gulp, feeling your face heat up. You divert your gaze to the floor.
“You’re doing great. You better come back next week at the same time, I’ll be expecting you.” He says.
* * *
You awake to your alarm on Friday morning, groaning at the fact that it was 7am. You really hated that your lecture with Mr. Way was at 7:30 in the morning. No wonder you struggled to pay attention with sleepiness heavy in your eyes. You make your way to his classroom, yawning with a caffeinated drink*** in hand, hoping the caffeine will give you the boost you need to pass the test.
(***Note: If you can’t drink caffeine, imagine another drink of choice!)
You meet your gaze with Mr. Way as you enter the classroom. He smirks at you. You smile back at him and take a seat where you normally sat. Everyone else began filing in, and Mr. Way instructed us to put our electronics away so we could take our test. He hands out the packets, whispering “Good luck.” to you as he places yours on your desk.
“You all have the 2 hour lecture to complete this assessment. When you’re finished, bring it up to my desk. You are dismissed after that, but please leave quietly, as to not disturb your peers. You may all begin.” He says. He shoots you a smile as he sits in his desk, sorting through papers as you begin your work. Everything on the test was familiar material to what you went over with Mr. Way two days prior. You were relieved. You finished the test in no time, being one of the first few students to approach his desk to hand in the test. When his gaze meets yours, he frowns.
“Done so soon?” He asks. You raise an eyebrow.
“Kidding. Good job. I can grade it now and give it back to you if you stay behind for a bit.” He suggests, a blush creeping up to his cheeks. You try to pay no mind to the blush as you nod, eager to know your grade. You quietly walk back to your seat and sit down, pulling out your phone to mess around on it quietly as your peers completed their test. After a few minutes, you hear Mr. Way clear his throat. You look up and meet his gaze. He gestures you over to his desk. You walk up nervously but with slight confidence, as you were familiar with the material this time: unlike other times when it always seemed so foreign.
“You passed.” He smiles, handing you a paper with a big “A+” marked in red. You smile triumphantly, a sense of accomplishment overwhelming you as you grin.
“So, I’ll be seeing you again on Wednesday?” He asks. You nod.
“Yes, for sure. I couldn’t have done this without you. Thank you.” You smile. He shakes his head.
“All you needed was a push in the right direction. You’re smart. You had it in you all along. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He says with a genuine smile. You thank him again as he dismisses you. You gather your things and leave the classroom with a big smile.
* * *
It’s Wednesday again, and you groggily get out of bed for your morning lecture with Mr. Way. Except, for whatever reason, this morning you had a little more pep in your step. You were excited for class. You quickly get ready and make your way to the class, arriving a sharp 15 minutes early. It’s just Mr. Way in the room, alone at his desk on his computer. His gaze shifts to the doorway as you step through it.
“Good morning.” You greet.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite student. Up bright and early now, are you? Usually you’re just about late!” He taunts, standing up and making his way over to you. That all too familiar smirk returns to his face as he’s a few steps away from you now.
“Come in. Shut the door.” He says softly. You obey, stepping in and shutting the door behind you.
“I have some good news.” He begins, leading you to his desk. You follow. He clicks around on his computer, pulling up your grades.
“Your new test averaged out your grade to a 55%. You’re closer to passing now than you are failing.” He says, turning the computer screen to you to show you proof. You smile. That was way better than the percentage it was before.
“Awesome.” You answer, proud of yourself. As Mr. Way was about to speak again, another student entered the classroom, followed by two more. He sighs.
“I’ll be seeing you at 3, right?” He asks. You nod with a smile.
Unfortunately, for the entire lecture, you couldn’t help but zone out. As Mr. Way spoke, your mind wandered to the alone time you’d be having with him. Not that it meant anything to him, but the closeness excited you. You enjoyed the slight tension that came from being in a room alone with your attractive professor. The smirking and slight banter that came from him. You wondered what today would be like. And before you knew it, the lecture was over. But Mr. Way looks at you, displeased.
“(Y/N). Come here please.” He says sternly. Your peers file out of the classroom, nobody seeming to pay any mind to the confrontation. You wait at your seat until the last person walks out of the room. You stay in your seat, nervous now.
“I said, come here.” He repeats, pointing to the edge of his desk. You gulp, taking your bag and walking up to his desk. He looks at you with a stern expression. You are finally at the foot of his desk.
“What did I talk about in class today?” He asks bluntly.
You feel your face begin to heat up. Was it that obvious you were zoned out? You remain silent as he waits for an answer. He taps his foot on the ground, crossing his arms, huffing.
“I’m not playing around, (Y/N). I saw how you weren’t even paying attention in class today. You heard what I said about how I feel about wasting my time, right? I’m not going to hold you after if you’re just going to spend the entire lecture daydreaming.” He scolds. You look down at the floor.
“Look at me when I talk to you. You can at least show me a little bit of respect.” He demands. You look up meekly.
“Now. Answer my question: What did I talk about in class today.” He asks again, taking a step toward you. Your heart beat increases at the sudden step.
“I…I don’t know.” You bashfully admit. He takes another step closer.
“Now, answer this: Are you wasting my time?”
You shake your head ‘no’, in an almost pleading manner. He raises his eyebrow at you.
“Then tell me what you were thinking about.” He demands.
You freeze. He notices this, and smirks. He takes two steps closer to you, now being mere inches away from you.
“Don’t get all shy on me. Answer the question.” He says lowly. Your eyes flicker to his lips, admiring that cocky smirk. You were flushed at how close he was to you. He puts his hand on your cheek, holding your face so you’re forced to look at him. He feels the heat radiating off my skin and smiles.
“I’m waiting.” He taunts. You open your mouth to speak, but no words fall out.
“Were you thinking about me? And, this?” He teases, stepping closer, putting his other hand on your hip. Your breathing grew rapid. You couldn’t believe how close he was: let alone that he was touching you. You shiver against his touch, which he notices again. Then he suddenly steps away, growing far as quickly as he grew close. He cluckles.
“I knew it. Go on, scamper outta here. I’ll still be expecting you at 3pm.” He says, winking. He sits back down at his desk, leaving you flushed and deprived. But you do as you’re told: you gather you things and get on out of there, impatiently waiting for office hours with Mr. Way.
* * *
It’s finally 3pm..well….2:54pm, and you’re knocking on Mr. Way’s office door. He opens it immediately, almost as if he was waiting there for you, or if he heard you.
“I thought that might be you.” He says, opening the door wider for you to come in. You step into the dimly lit office, which looked no different to what it did last week.
“Listen, I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I stepped out of line and got way too inappropriate with you. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Mr. Way says timidly, looking down at the ground when he speaks. Only, your heart stops. You didn’t want that. You were just starting to grow excited at the possibilities. You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth.
“But…what if I want it to happen again?” You whisper, loud enough for him to hear. His head snaps up, eyes meeting yours, trying to read your expression for a lie. Only he didn’t detect anything. He smirks, taking a step closer to you.
“Oh…really? Are you asking me to risk my job just to tease you?” He inquires, stepping closer as his hand returns to your face like he did in the classroom. You hold eye contact with him as you nod.
He smirks even more.
“You’re lucky I think you’re worth the risk.” He whispers, getting closer and closer to your face. Your head was spinning, you couldn’t believe this was happening. Mr. Way reaches over and locks the door, before returning all of his attention back to you.
“How bad do you want me?” He asks, gazing deeply into your eyes. You shudder at the question. That was all he needed. He begins to lean in going agonizingly slow. But before you knew it, your teacher’s lips were pressed against yours in a desperate kiss.
Your arms instantly wrap around his neck, his hands holding your waist as he pulls you closer into him. His lips are soft and utterly perfect against yours. All your deepest desires with him seemed to be coming to reality at a rapid pace. You allow his tongue to enter your mouth, your fingers tangling themselves in his dark hair as your tongues mesh together.
His hands run up and down your body, feeling you up as the kiss deepens. Your fingers play with his hair. He then grabs your shoulders, pushing you back against the desk so you’re now sitting on top of papers. The propped position allowed for Mr. Way to stand in between your legs, hands continuing to roam your body as he kisses you passionately.
He pulls away from your lips and begins kissing down your neck, a soft moan escaping from your lips the moment he makes contact with your neck. You feel him slime against your neck, kissing harder while licking and sucking softly. You moan softly and whimper, feeling him grow against your crotch. You were throbbing, hands gripping the edge of the desk as you bit your lip, allowing your professor to leave hickies on your neck. You didn’t care. You wanted to be his.
And he could sense that with how little you were fighting him. His hands slide under your shirt, lifting it above your head before roughly discarding it to the side. He begins kissing down your chest, continuing to leave marks as you throw your head back, pleasured sounds escaping your throat. You run one hand through his hair while the other grips papers. Hopefully those weren’t important.
But Mr. Way didn’t seem to care in the moment. All he could focus on was you. The sounds coming from you fueled his fire as he kissed your body with rigorous passion. His hands eventually find their way to your waistband. He looks up at you with pleading eyes. You nod, lifting your hips so he could easily remove your pants. He does so in a quick motion, leaving you in only your underwear.
You feel your face heat up as you realize how exposed you are, Mr. Way still being fully clothed.
He drops to his knees, opening your legs with his hands as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. You whine as the sensation overwhelms your body, throbbing continuing.
“Can I?” Mr. Way asks, his fingers going under the waistband of your underwear. You nod pleadingly and lift your hips up again for him to remove your underwear. You’re now completely naked, and Mr. Way stares at you with complete admiration.
“You’re stunning.” He breathes, continuing to kiss your thighs, getting closer and closer, and before you know it, his mouth is on you, pleasing you in ways beyond your wildest dreams. You throw your head back and moan loudly, as Mr. Way shushes you.
“Shh, baby. I know you feel good but you gotta be quiet for me.” He coos, going back to using his mouth on you, his spit covering your hole. You cover your mouth with one hand and squirm, in complete paradise. Your thighs clench, abdomen tightening as you feel that familiar feeling rise up.
“P-please, I’m gonna-” You begin, and he stops.
“No way. Not yet.” He says, unbuttoning his pants as he pulls his cock out through his boxers, not even bothering to remove his pants all the way. He stands between your legs, holding his tip at your spit soaked entrance.
“Do you want me?” He asks, looking at you with a devious grin. You grab his shoulders and pull him closer, that action causing him to slip inside of you. You go to moan, but Mr. Way’s hands shoot up to your mouth, covering your sounds from being too loud. He lets out low and quiet grunts as he begins thrusting into you, one hand over your mouth as the other grips your hips. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to fuck you roughly. Your moans are muffled against his strong hands.
He removes his hands from you for a moment to loosen his tie. He pulls it above his head and puts it around your neck instead, tightening it and holding it like a leash while he fucks you relentlessly. He grunts and groans as you cry out in pleasure. He seemed to no longer care about keeping you quiet. His lips return to your neck, marking it up along with your chest.
“That’s right. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel. You’re mine.” He grunts, biting your neck.
He pulls away and pulls out of your for a second. You whine, but his actions are followed by his hands on your hips, guiding you off the desk as he turns you around. He slips back inside of you, covering your mouth again as he holds the tie tightly. You moan into his hand, the pulling of the tie causing you to look back at him. He holds firm eye contact with you as he fucks you roughly. He removes his hand from your mouth and kisses you, holding your face in his grip tightly. He pulls away from the kiss and spits in your mouth. You swallow.
“Fuck. You’re so good.” He groans, taking the hand on your face and using it to squeeze your hips and slap your ass, the noise echoing the office.
The sounds of slapping skin and moans bounce off the walls off the office. Mr. Way’s thrusting grows more erratic and messy, growing from fast to slow to fast again.
“Oh my god, I’m getting close.” He moans, as you feel yourself getting closer too. You whine and nod in agreement, Mr. Way understanding just what your nodding means. He holds your hips tightly, the tie loosely dangling against your naked body as he pounds into you.
“You're mine, (Y/N). I’m filling you up whether you like it or not.” He grits, biting your neck. And before you could protest, he moans loudly, sucking and biting on your shoulder as he shoots his load deep inside of you. You gasp, finding yourself cumming as you feel his hot seed enter your body.
You two catch your breath, Mr. Way kissing you as he pulls out, his cum leaking out of you into the floor. He slaps your ass, kissing your cheek.
“You’d look so pretty holding my kids, do you know that?” Mr. Way says, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your stomach.
“I’d fuck you again if I had it in me. You’re irresistible (Y/N). And I think I may have found your new way to pass my class this semester.” He smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips once more.
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