The smut gallery {Frerard•ongoing}

Teacher/Student

Like the title says, teacher/student. (Frank is over 18. We do not support pedophilia here.)

Also praise kink! :)

English was always my favorite class, but it got better when Gerard started teaching it. 

Gerard seems to know what he does to me, and he seems to like it, but maybe I'm just thinking too much into it. Maybe I just watch too much porn, but I really want to risk everything right now.

The bell rings in about two minutes, and all day Gerard seems to have been testing me, bending over right in front of my desk to get a pencil he dropped, and just looking at me like a dog looks at meat.

The bell rings and people flood out of the room, but I stay seated. Gerard walks over to his desk and sits down, not yet questioning why I'm still seated as everyone leaves. Soon the room is emptied, but I don't say anything for a moment, just to be safe.

Gerard speaks up before I do.

"The room's empty Frank... Is there something you wanted to say to me?" He sounds testing. My heart's beating out of my chest now. I didn't even expect myself to get this far. It takes everything I have to swallow my fear.

"Guess... Because if I say it and I'm wrong, it will be the end of the world for me. So if you know what I want, say it." Gerard looks cautious, almost nervous even. It helps confirm my theory. It gives me the confidence to add a little more.

"There's no way you dropped that pencil on accident." He chuckles slightly, and I know he knows what I mean, and he's not denying it. He's chuckling at the fact that I know he purposefully waved his ass in front of me. That's a good sign.

"Frankie that's a bold assumption..." He stands up from his desk and begins walking toward mine slowly. He gets to my desk and leans over me with both hands on the desk, looking down at me.

He leans down to whisper in my ear, making me shiver and the hair on my neck stand up.

"I need you to say it, cause I could get in a lot more trouble than you for saying it and being wrong. Can you tell me what you want sweetheart?" I shiver again, and my heart is still beating a mile a minute. I chew on my lip and look him in his beautiful hazel eyes.

"I-" He smiles as I choke on my words. "God I want you to fuck me."

He smirks. He doesn't gawk, he doesn't threaten to get me expelled, instead he puts a hand under my chin and looks me in the eyes, his eyes almost twinkling.

"Good boy." He says, before leaning down and kissing me roughly. His lips are as soft as I'd imagined them, and god he smells good too. I twitch in my pants slightly. Technically I'm of legal age but it still feels so wrong, in a good way.

He pulls away and looks down at me with a smirk.

"What kind of role do you play? The good, obedient student? Wanna be praised?" I nod fevrently, not yet trusting myself to speak. I want to be such a good, subservient boy, I wish I could say it.

"If you wanna be praised you have to be a good boy. Take your shirt off for me baby." He leaves to go lock the door. With the click of the lock, he turns around to see me shirtless, doing exactly as I'm told.

"Pants down kitten." I get out of my seat and do as he says without hesitation. He smiles at me, clearly satisfied.

"Such a good boy. Now go sit on my desk." Again, I do as he says without question. He follows me over. I spread my legs out for him to come between them, which he does, putting his hands on my thighs and squeezing.

He leans forward and kisses me again softly this time, tenderly. It sends joyful pangs through my chest. He moves one of his hands from my thighs to my waist, rubbing the small of my waist soothingly.