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It started with a skirt. It was one of her little red plaid ones that came just above her knees and looked very proper. One day she’d just so happened to put her hair up in pigtails while she was wearing it, and also slipped on her MCR band jacket Gerard had bought her, which was now her favorite. He’d teased her, kissing her neck and calling her jailbait, as the outfit made her look more like she was back in high school. She dismissed it, but later that day she’d caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and an idea began to take root. It had taken her some time to gather what she needed. If she was going to pull this off like she wanted, she couldn’t half ass it with some corny costume from a sex store, not that she’d have the courage to even go into one.
She’d bought everything slowly, in case her alpha would catch on, which he probably would. She’d been careful, going out shopping by herself the few times he was out of the house by himself to do some work thing, usually work on his latest comic. She’d started with a white dress shirt, picking one rather see through and a little too small, so the buttons strained against her chest, begging to be popped open. She found a red plaid ribbon that matched her skirt to tie under her collar, knee high socks, and clunky black dress shoes to tie the outfit together. She’d even found a school book bag at a thrift store, to make it look even more official. With each little item she collected she got a little more excited.
Finally it reached the perfect day of execution. Gerard was working for the first half of the day so she had time to set it all up while he was gone. She could also already feel herself going into heat, which she thought would be both interesting and convenient. That was….if her alpha was going to go along with it. They’d never done anything like this before, the sex was already so good they didn’t need to. But still the idea thrilled her, and she had a feeling it would be the same for her Gerard. After all he was so charismatic, talented, and had that perfect dramatic flair, she couldn’t imagine him not executing it perfectly. Also she was a good deal younger than him, so shouldn’t they take advantage of that and get just a little kinky?
After she left she spent the morning rearranging his office/studio to look a little more like a teacher’s office. Though an art teacher would be a good fit for him, she was looking for something a little more old school, with a classroom, proper suit and desk vibe. So she thought an English teacher focusing on creative writing would be best. She removed her drafting table he’d placed by his own and moved it across the hall into their library. Though she called it HIS office, it was really more like theirs, what with many of her art supplies, and a computer corner meant for her writing mixed with his table and comic chaos. They’d considered having separate rooms sure, but neither liked the idea. They were pretty much always together, there wasn’t really a reason not to be, and that included when they were working on their creative projects. Her alpha always liked to have her close by, he still got jittery and agitated when they were separated. Working was more comfortable when they were together, even if that just meant sitting opposite each other in the room, just working and listening to music. She loved that he not only let her into such a personal part of his life, but wanted her there.
She rearranged the furniture so against the back corner was her computer desk, and in front of that a large, important looking teacher’s desk, with a large chair behind that. She littered the desk with papers and books, something that looked like an inbox, and a few small teacher knickknacks. She even placed a waste and small recycle bin in the corner beside the desk. She took two smaller chairs and placed them close to the front side of the desk, then stood back and admired her work. She bit her lip. She could see him behind the desk, rising from his chair, staring her down with those piercing golden hazel eyes. He’d make her sit in the other chair, making her feel even smaller. She could just fucking see him stalking around the desk to get closer to her, brushing her hair back, fingers running seductively along the back of her neck…Fuck, she quickly shook her head to try and clear the haze that had invaded it. She was already making herself wet. Alright, now she just had to get herself ready and get him up here, and hopefully into an outfit of his own. She shivered, picturing him in it again, desire racing up her spine.
“(f/n)?” Gerard called automatically when he entered their home. He paused, locking the door and placing his keys on the rack as he listened for her reply. That was strange, she usually always greeted him, sometimes running out the door while he was still pulling up. He felt for her though the bond, feeling her safe and sound. He shrugged, figuring she must have gone out to studio to work with her clay as she often did while he was gone. He would go up to their office and drop his stuff off then go find her. He quickly made his way up the stairs, taking two at a time, and opened the door. He stopped, one foot inside and took in the very different surroundings. He circled, wondering why his omega had rearranged it like this, it almost felt like he was in a teacher or principal’s office.
He closed the door behind him then saw what must be a note on top of a pile of very neatly folded clothes. Curious he walked over, dropping his things and picked it up. It simply said, ‘WEAR ME’ in large Alice in wonderland like letters, and under it in small suggestive cursive, ‘and wait.”. He picked up the pile of clothes, finding black pressed dress pants, matching leather belt, a white dress shirt, a black vest, and a red tie. What was all of this fo- oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. It all suddenly clicked. He shivered. Oh, yes. He licked his lips, hands slowly starting to remove his clothes. He bit his lip, trying to contain his grin. His heart rate was already picking up, his cock stirring in his pants. He had the most perfect little omega.
She bit her lip, pacing softly in front of his office door. She’d already changed into her outfit, and tied her hair into low ponytails, adding a small red plaid bow clip. Now, trembling slightly, worried how her alpha was going to react to it all she raised her hand. She knocked on the door, rather softly and waited.
“Come in,” His voice called calmly. It made her pulse jump and she opened the door slowly. She peeked in, and saw him standing behind the desk, head down looking at some papers. She sucked in a breath, her heart pounding and cheeks heating. He was gorgeous, and exactly what she pictured. His outfit fit him perfectly and made him look slacker professional, just how he would look if he was a teacher. His hair was slicked back out of his face, making him look a little older and respectable. He looked up at her with those piercing eyes and she swore he could see right through her. They gazed at her, hungrily roaming over her form.
She was beautiful as always, the outfit only highlighting her youth and innocence. The outfit was perfect. Realistic, not over the top, a short skirt that would show her milky thighs were she to bend over, and a tight top, buttons open to accommodate her large chest. He could see the dark red bra she wore underneath and he licked his lips. She wore little make up, just some mascara and a little smudge of nude eye shadow. She bit her lip and he felt himself getting hard.
“Uhhhhuuummm,” She murmured uncertainly from the doorway, her face flushed.
“Come in miss (l/n), shut the door behind you please, and lock it.” He said, his voice was different, authoritative, it had moths fluttering in her stomach.
“Yes sir,” She murmured quietly, submissive. He shivered while she wasn’t looking.
“Do you know why I had you come in here after class?” He asked after she’d done as he asked and come forward to the chair. She shivered as she placed a trembling hand on the small chair. Her alpha was so good. She was already having a hard time remembering that this was an act. He made it easy for her to go along with, and he pulled off the teacher look so well. She was already starting to feel restless and empty.
“N-no sir, I’m sorry.” She whispered. He smirked, a small knowing little quirk at the end of his mouth.
“Take a seat honey, it’s alright.” He said “Just wanted to talk to you……privately about a few things.” She shivered, feeling her heat starting to make her feel very warm and a little lightheaded. She sat and waited for him to speak.
“You’ve been dressing rather inappropriately lately, today in particular…” he said looking at her scathingly. She blushed yet again.
“S-sir?”
“Your shirt miss (l/n), we allow one button undone, yet you have three. Not to mention…yours is rather…tight…” Gerard growled, she didn’t miss how he shifted slightly, probably adjusting something else that was feeling rather tight. She flooded with color, eyes boring a hole into the floor.
“I-I grew a little more sir…and I…can’t find one that fits.” She said. He just hummed in response.
“Really? And this pretty little thing you’re wearing under it, this isn’t to get some boy’s attention?” He said voice low and growling as he motioned to her red lace bra, easily seen through her shirt. She’d bought it special, online because she was too embarrassed to get it in the store.
“I-I’m not trying to get a boy’s attention Mr.Way!” she cried at him, face flushed.
“Oh? Maybe a man’s then?” He asked leaning forward.
“I-I errr…” She stuttered lip trembling adorably. He reached out, taking one of the delicate lace straps into his fingers.
“Do not lie to your alpha, little one.” He growled. “Matches my tie pretty well, don’t you think?” He said. His touch lit a fire inside her, making her feel slick between her thighs. She shouldn’t want him so bad, she shouldn’t be so horny for a man who was supposed to be her teacher.
“Ummmmm, actually Mr. Way, I was hoping maybe we could talk another day….I’m uh…not feeling well and I really should be getting home.” She said, lowering her gaze and rising from her seat quickly, pinching at the hem of her skirt. He very slowly walked around the desk, each of his strides worth at least three of hers. She looked up at him, her gaze so innocent and nervous, so perfect.
“Not feeling well?” He said, but his expression betrayed the innocent question. “It will only take a minute miss (l/n),” He placed one of his large hands on her shoulder and she couldn’t stop the soft keening whimper that slipped out. His touch was rapture, she could feel the heat of his skin even through the thin fabric of the shirt. He smiled down at her as she reddened more, pulse quickening.
“What’s the matter sweet girl? You’re blushing, do you have a temperature?” He growled lowly, and she shivered, desire clenching in her gut.
“N-no sir, I’m…..I mean…….it’s just…” She began.
“It’s just your heat hitting, right honey?” He whispered, his hand on her shoulder running up to cup the back of her neck. She let out another whimper at the contact, head instinctively tilting back for him. He hummed, drawing closer to her. “You’re so sweet. You really though a full grown alpha couldn’t smell you? You’ve been driving me crazy all day my little omega.”
“Ahhhh…uh, Mr.Way-“ she gasped as he leaned into her neck, smelling her then letting out a low feral growl.
“Gerard when we’re alone. Or alpha, whichever you want.” She whimpered, trembling in his hands, her omega instincts taking over. Slick dripped down her thighs and her eyes fluttered. She wanted more of his touch. It was so hard to pretend that she didn’t.
“A-alpha,” She whispered unsure. He smiled, stroking her face then slowly pulling her hair out of the ties, setting it free.
“Yes my little omega, alpha’s right here. You want me to take care of you don’t you? Wanted you for so long honey, you don’t even know how bad I need you.”
Her knees started to get jelloey and he pulled her in closer, holding her up.
“You need my sent honey?” He asked pulling her into his neck. She keened, high in her throat and her control snapped she plastered herself against him, leaning up on her tip toes and lacing her fingers in his hair. He growled, loving the feel of her against him, finally giving in.
“Gonna let your alpha take care of you baby girl?” He growled into her hair. She gazed up at him dreamily, obviously already having trouble with rational thought.
“I…but…we aren’t supposed to…you’re not supposed to..” She whispered.
“You’re mine, little omega.” He murmured stroking her face, and the sincerity of it made her quiver. “If you want this, here and now, then there’s no reason not to. Trust your alpha, look what you do to me honey.” He said grasping one of her hands. He moved it down to his hard cock, making her gasp, then whine. He slowly started to have her rub him through his pants. He moved his other hand between her legs, and rubbed her there, making her moan.
“What a bad girl you are, teasing your alpha all day.” He growled into her ear. She started panting, his words making her slick and hot. “Making me hit my rut while I have to watch stupid little boys pant over you. Look at me now, not going to be able to function till I pop my knot in you. Hmmmm, you going to make up for it like my good little girl?” He said as she continued to stroke him sloppily in time with his own slow thrust against her clothed core. He started kissing her neck, making her moan.
“Y-yes alpha,” She whimpered, the mention of his knot making her a needy whimpering mess.
“You gonna clench real good around my knot while I cum, aren’t you (f/n)? Going to present for your alpha like a good little omega aren’t you?” He said and bit her ear softly. She cried out before she bit her lip and rubbed herself against his hand.
“Yes alpha, please! Want you.” She whimpered. He grinned into her neck then kissed her fiercely. He groaned when he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted cherry jolly rancher. His omega was so perfect. He reached behind her and swept his arm across the desk, sweeping everything off. She gasped as he lifted her onto the desk and ran his hands up her milky thighs.
“Ahhh, Gee!” she cried gripping his black locks. He grinned spreading her legs and leaning down between them.
“Mmmmmm……look at these, such a naughty girl.” He whispered getting a good view of her matching panties, the bright color looking extra shocking against her pale skin. He kissed her through them, already dripping with slick, then pulled them down. He started sucking on her clit, thrusting his fingers in her aching cunt.
“Yes! Gee, please, ahhhh!” she cried thrusting against his hand. She was already pulsing and clenching, so close to coming, she was so fucking turned on.
“You’re gonna cum aren’t you baby? Come on, cum for your alpha.” Gerard growled, moving up to her neck, biting at her mark. His thumb rubbed her clit harshly. She cried out, arching and shattering. She shivered as it washed over her, vaguely aware of the sound of a zipper being undone. Then she felt the button of her shirt being popped off. She groaned as Gerard started kissing and sucking at her nipples through her thin bra.
“Want to keep your uniform on you, look so fucking cute in it.” He growled and she could only whimper back. She could feel his iron hard cock pushing into her thigh and all she could think about was trying to get it inside of her. The bra tied in front and Gerard made quick work of it, freeing her breasts. He pushed her down, laying her over the desk, not giving a fuck about the mess he made.
“Want me to fuck you now little omega? You want my thick knot in you?” he growled teasing her entrance with the head of his weeping cock. Fuck he was so turned on. There was no way he was going to last long, it was going to be rough and fast. But by the looks of his omega, a quivering panting mess under him, neither was she.
“Yes, alpha, Mr.W- Gee, please. Fill me up please.” She whined. Arching her hips up to him. He spread her legs roughly then finally thrust himself into her. She cried out as he started his fast brutal pace. Still it never hurt, her alpha was never too rough with her. He was so good. He felt so good inside her, so thick and hard and long, hitting everything just right. They were rattling the desk, knocking shit over, but neither of them cared. Both were grunting and groaning loudly, his little omega, crying out as he thrust into her. He watched her, transfixed as she lay under him. Her thighs were wrapped around him, making her school girl skirt flip halfway up so he could see his cock slipping into her. Her top and bra open and laid out under her, hair a wild mess spread out over the desk, her face twisted up and mouth open just right. Fuck. He groaned thrusting harder, she was so tight and perfect, he let himself believe he was taking her virginity again. She still had the sexy knee highs and the boot on, he could feel them digging into his ass. His knot started to swell and he picked up the pace, needing more of this, of her, so fucking perfect. She started to gasp and cry out louder, stuttering with his thrusts, tightening on him, so slick and hot and perfect. He was a bad, bad, bad, bad, man, and he’d never been more proud of it. His knot started to catch and (f/n) cried out under him, keening high and needy, clawing at anything she could reach.
“Gee, Gee, Gee, Gee, GEE!” She cried and his knot finally popped, sending both of them into screaming orgasms. She felt him shudder and shoot inside her, and all she could think about was how she was letting her teacher fucking come in her, and wanting it so bad she could die. Then she came, violently and oh so perfect. Both of them lay shuddering and quivering on the desk for a number of minutes until Gerard finally kissed her neck.
“You did so good (f/n),” He whispered, and she could tell he was her mate again. She giggled.
“Really?” She asked in a giddy whisper. Gerard groaned, feeling himself still trying to shoot the last of his seed into her, over stimulated and completely spent.
“Yes baby, so good.” He groaned.
“……………Gee, do you think we can do this again?” His omega asked softly.
“Fuck yeah,” He said then kissed her cherry flavored, sinful little mouth.