(A/N: I forgot who requested this but here you go <3 )

Smut warning ⚠️

Kristin leans against the set of lockers as I collect the books I need for tonight and shove them in my backpack. I listen as she rants about her physics teacher, and how she thinks he has a negative agenda towards her.

As I shut my locker, I jump, spotting the flowing black hair of Mr. Way standing beside it within my peripherals. I tighten my grip on my backpack strap anxiously, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"I need a moment with Y/N, Miss Blanchard." He says kindly, although I can tell his tone is forced.

"See you Monday, Y/N." She smiles downward before turning off and heading for the exit.

I turn to face him, struggling to keep eye contact. Without a word, he starts towards his room and I know to follow. He shuts the door behind me, locking it swiftly.

I shrug off my backpack and fall down into his desk chair, leaning my head in my hand, "You didn't turn in this week's sketch assignment," he frowns, loosening his black tie, "That's not like you."

I hold my hands out in front of me, extending them for him to do what I already know he has in mind, "I know, Mr. Way. I've just had a lot on my mind, I guess." I admit shyly while he wraps the tie around my wrists.

"You know you have to be punished, love. It wouldn't be fair for me to let this slide." He growls, pulling the chair closer to him. He pulls my head up by my chin softly, giving me no choice but to look into his hazel eyes.

"Maybe I wanted to be punished.." I whisper, entranced by his gaze.

Without hesitation, he lifts me out of the chair and sits me on top his desk, running his hands up my thighs, spreading my legs open for him.

He unbuttons his shirt, gently shoving the end of the sleeve into my mouth, "You know the rules for this lesson, right?" He questions, slowly sliding into me.

I let my head fall as I nod.

No noise. Not a single moan or he stops.

"Good girl."

•••

I catch Kristin staring at me from across the table, giggling lightly.

"What?" I question, confused.

"You have a hickey, Y/N."

My heart drops as panic races through my veins. I rip my phone from my pocket, using the camera to see. She was right. Beneath my jawline peeks a dark hickey. I slap my hand over it, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

"Oh my god! Who was it?!" She beams, leaning closer to try and see.

I brush her off and pull my hair over my shoulder, "Don't worry about it!" I laugh nervously.

No one can ever find out or we'll both be fucked. I'm 18, and he's only 23, but if anyone finds out his life will be ruined.

She leans back onto the bench defeatedly, "You tell me everything! Come on!" She whines.

Make something up. Anything.

"Frank." I say shortly.

"Iero?" She gasps loudly. I shush her and glance around making sure he isn't near to blow my cover.

"Yes," I whisper as I stand up, "I gotta pee." I say as I hurriedly rush out of the cafeteria.

I pull the classroom door open and rush in. Mr. Way turns his attention away from the rubric he was writing on, his face softening when he sees it's me. I approach him, my finger pointing to the mark he left behind on my neck. His eyebrows knit together once he sees it.

"Did anyone notice?" He asks immediately, standing up and resting his hands on my forearms.

"My friend is asking questions." I explain nervously.

He seems oddly fine. Am I worrying over nothing?

"Sugar, relax." He speaks gently, rubbing circles on my arms with his thumbs, "What did you tell her?"

"I told her it's from Frank Iero."

He chuckles, "We're fine, love. I've heard plenty about him to know that's quite believable."

Some of the tension leaves my body and I allow myself to calm down a little, "We have to be more careful."

"Is that so?" He leans down, his lips hitting my neck. I shiver at their touch.

"Mhm." I breathe, letting him pull me against his body. His hands slide down my back, taking me in.

The bell rings, and we quickly pull away from each other.

"You have to go. You'll be late for class." He sighs, adjusting his shirt and running his hands through his hair.

"Hey," I stop before I reach the door, "I'm really struggling with the new project. I can't figure out how to blend the watercolor for the life of me... maybe you can come to my house tonight and show me?"

He bites down on his lip and smirks at me, "I'll see you at 6:00."