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Andy Biersack x reader SMUT

New Student

Y/N's P.O.V
"Bye mum! See you after school!" I yell, running towards my new school's front entrance. I hear a bell echoing in the hallway. Shit, which bell was that? First, second, third, fourth? I can't really tell cause' I'm late as fuck. I scan the empty corridor. Where the hell am I meant to go? I don't exactly know where the office is, so I can't really collect my school schedule... this is a complete disaster. I slide down some random lockers, tears prickling my eyes. This is too much stress for me to handle! This is my only solution. I unzip my school bag and reach into it, searching for my relief. No one will catch me, I'm all alone after all.
The tears fall to the floor as I pull my only friend out of my school bag. The red mixed with silver glistens in the light, the stains reminding me of past encounters with this blade. I pull my left sleeve up to my elbow, studying the scars with blurry, tear-filled eyes. Steadying the blade in place on my wrist, I begin.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
I move to my other arm. Just as I'm about to make my eighth angry streak against my skin, my friend is taken away from me. What the hell? I look up to see a man standing in front of me, my security held tightly in his right hand.
"And what do you think you're doing young lady?" He asks calmly.
"I, uh-uh I... umm-" I stutter, more tears falling from my eyes and landing in my fresh blood. I start sobbing and crying uncontrollably. I thought I wouldn't get caught! Goddamn my idiocy. The strange man lifts my head up with his thumb, looking right into my eyes with a straight face.
"Look... don't cry. Okay? Let's get you cleaned up, then I can take you to the office if you like. My class doesn't start until next period," He says, standing up. I'm guessing he's a teacher of some kind. The man outstretches his left hand, motioning for me to take it. I stop crying, and my vision clears up a bit. Now I can properly see what he looks like- Oh. My. God. This is quite possibly the most sexy and good-looking human being I have EVER seen. He has raven black hair, eyes that are the brightest shades of blues and to top it all off, the many tattoos amongst his arms and neck make him look like some kind of sex-god. No, stop it. He's probably a teacher.
"Are you going to take my hand, or a you going to struggle up off the ground? Your arms are probably weak as fuck now," I blush and look down at the ground, taking his hand. He pulls me up from the ground, making me cry out from the harshness towards the skin on my arms. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah..." I look down to the ground.
"Okay, good. Follow me, I'll take you to the bathroom." I nod the slightest of nods and continue looking at the ground, following the backs of his feet.
--------------------------------------------Time skip because this is depressing me-------------------------------
"Y/N, speak to me after class, please. As for you... I don't want to see that horrible behavior again. Don't let me catch you," Mr. Biersack, my music teacher, says. What the fuck?! Why doesn't that bitch get told off instead?! She was the one bullying me! Fuck the system, it's fucking rigged.
I slump back in my chair, bummed out. As hot as Mr.B is, he lacks in good judgement skills. I've been going to this shithole for a bit more than a month now, and guess what? Those bitchy-ass skanks jumped onto the bullying straight-a-fucking-way! Now I'm going to be stuck in the classroom listening to a crap load of lectures while everyone else is going home. Thanks, bitch, for your 'kindness'.
---------------------------------------------------Time skip because I'm not explaining a whole fucking lesson------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*DING* *DING* Oh, thank god this hell is over! I quickly return my music theory book, and hurry towards the door, waiting for everyone else to get through it first. As soon as I get my chance to escape, goddamned Mr.B has to stop me.

"And where do you think you're going? You're staying after class, remember?" I groan, and turn around.
"I don't even get why I have to be the one getting into trouble?! That skank is the one who deserves a goddamn fucking lecture!" I fume. Although I put some pretty decent remarks into that statement, I know it's not going to get me anywhere, anytime soon.
Mr.B frowns, crosses his arms and walks over to me, closing the door behind me. All of a sudden, he slams me against the wall roughly, placing his arms either side of me.
"What the fuck are you do-"
"Shhh, be quiet... I know this is highly illegal, but I've wanted you for a long-ass time Y/N, to slam my fat, hard and slimy cock into your wet, juicy pussy. I want you to cum fiercely whilst moaning my name at the top of your lungs..." Mr. B purrs into my ears. I gulp, and I feel a blush coming on, as well as the feeling of my heat becoming wetter by the second. He reaches down and nibbles slightly at my neck, making me whimper out of content. He pulls away, smirking. "You liked that, didn't you?"
"Uh-huh..." I nod my head up and down, closing my eyes. I can't believe my teacher wants to have sex with me! But the thing is... I want to have sex with him, too.
"Open your eyes, and then I want you to strip down naked, and lie down on my desk..." He whispers softly into my ear, nibbling on it sweetly afterwoods.
"O-okay, Mr-"
"Please, call me Andy. It'll be deemed quite suspicious if people hear from out in the hallway, 'Oh! Mr. B, fuck me harder!'" Andy grins. I giggle a bit at that, and comply to what Mr- I mean Andy, wants me to do.
Huh, Andy must be short for Andrew or something pretty similar to it.
Smiling slightly in a goofy way, I wiggle my way out of Andy's arm trap, and stride towards his desk. I begin with my school dress, unbuttoning all the way down it, whilst a very hot and horny man in his twenties watches me with eager eyes. The lust and want glinting from his irises in a seduced trance. Dropping my dress onto the floor, I stretch my hands behind my back, reaching for my bra's clasps. I unlatch it, and let my bra fall to the floor in front of me. Andy's eyes widen in surprise. What happened? Did I do something wrong?! Negative thoughts start crowding my mind, but once I take a small glance downwards, I realize that I'm actually doing pretty well. The bulge in Andy's pants indicates that he was probably just surprised by the size of my breasts. I don't mean to brag, but my breasts are preetttyyyyyyyyy large. I smirk, and start sliding down my panties. Once they're down, I step out of them and kick them away from me, sending them flying to a random place on the music room floor. Leaning back, I lie down on his desk, the cold wooden surface sending chills down my spine.
Shivering, I close my eyes again, wondering about what Andy is going to do to me.
About two minutes pass when I feel his warm hands grab my thighs, spreading them apart. I whimper at the cold air caressing my clitoris, and take a small glance up at his face. His eyes never leave me. Is he naked? Realization hits me gob-smack in the face as I feel a large, erect penis touching my entrance, asking for permission to roam around inside me. I nod, and Andy instantly thrusts into me, again and again. It's not too painful, I have had sex once. It was years ago though, with my old boyfriend who cheated on me.
"Ah, fuck, Y/N! You're so tight!"
"Ohhhhhhh! Andy!"
His thrusts become quicker and harder, sending me into a divine spiral of pleasure. All of a sudden, a strange sort of knot builds itself quickly in my stomach, and breaks, making me orgasm. My vision blurs a bit and Andy somehow quickens his pace even more, now pounding into me.
"Andyyyyy! I just-"
"I know! I felt it. I'm about to, too."
He slows down a bit and I feel a strange sort of liquid entering me. Andy just came. He stops thrusting and lays his head on my shoulder blade, panting like a dog for air.
"I-I've never felt anything like this before Andy..."
"Yeah, Neither have I," I look at him in confusion, taking note of his tired facial features.
"What do you mean?" I question.
"I've never had sex with a student before," He answers, getting up and pulling out of me. He outstretches a hand towards me to help me up off of the table, reminding me of the day we met. Wow, those were dark days. I don't self-harm anymore, because everyday after class Andy pulls me to the side and makes me show him my arms. I'm so scared of disappointing him so I've stopped. I'm glad. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be dead by now. It was getting really bad up until the day he saw me carving 'lovely' little drawings into my skin.

I take Andy's hand and he helps me off the table, handing me my clothes that he probably plucked off the ground. This day will never be forgotten. How does one forget having sex with their teacher? Meh, today was a good day.

Notes

This chapter might be a bit triggering to some people so, if you're one of those people, STAY STRONG. DON'T EVER, EVER DO THIS TO YOURSELF. I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF RECOVERING FROM IT, AND I TELL YOU THIS NOW. IT IS SO FUCKING NOT WORTH IT. PLEASE DON'T EVER GIVE UP ON LIFE.

Comments

@BabiiYoshi
Thank you, i appreciate that you support me very much. I'm so glad that you like my smuts

Mezzy18 Mezzy18
12/5/17

@Mezzy18
Take your time! I don’t want you to feel rushed, I love re-reading the ones you’ve posted so far :) I’m very patient with waiting. I’m glad I can be one of your supporters on here and on watt

BabiiYoshi BabiiYoshi
12/2/17

@BabiiYoshi
Thanks for following, I noticed you following it on Wattpad. I'm already writing the next one but I don't know when it will come out.

Mezzy18 Mezzy18
11/14/17

@Mezzy18
Your welcome! I even found this story on Wattpad and I’m following it there too :) I can’t wait to see you write more <3

BabiiYoshi BabiiYoshi
11/11/17

@BabiiYoshi
Thank you, I enjoy writing them. :)

Mezzy18 Mezzy18
11/10/17