Foolish // Markiplier X Reader

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"Of the seven deadly sins, lust is definitely the pick of the litter." -Tom Robbins

You looked at Mr. Fischbach like a deer caught in headlights. He stood there, equally stunned, before walking over to you and snatching his notebook from your hands.

"Well?" He asked, throwing the notebook onto the desk, making you jump a little at the noise.

"I-I thought you went home." You stuttered, utterly shocked and embarrassed for getting caught.

"So you decided to come and snoop through all my things?" Mr. Fischbach asked, gesturing to the book before placing his hands on his hips.

"I-I uh..." he seemed to have been so caught up with the fact that you were looking through his notebook and the shock of seeing you here that he didn't even think about your phone. You had to try your best not to mention it, or he'd only take it away and you'd probably never see it again. "I'm sorry sir. I was looking for the assigned reading list. I came here to ask you for it but you weren't here." You lied through your teeth. You were good at that.

You slowly got up from the chair and dusted off your skirt as Mr. Fischbach's eyes were glued to you. "I... well." He said, softening up a little. "Well that's ok. But please don't look through my stuff without asking for permission." He grabbed the notebook and walked over to the side of the desk you were on as you stepped back to let him past. You held your breath as he put the notebook back into the drawer, hoping to god he wouldn't notice your missing phone. He didn't. Instead he grabbed a sheet of paper with something printed on it and turned and handed it to you.

You took it from him slowly and looked at it. The list of assigned reading. "Thanks." You said, folding it up.

"Thanks sir." He corrected.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. "Thanks. Sir." You said. You suddenly became aware of how close you two were standing from one another and felt a skip in your heartbeat. "Actually sir I have a question."

"What do you need?" Mr. Fischbach said as he folded his arms. You hated when he did that. His forearms looked so muscular and you found part of yourself wanting to touch them. Bite them.

"Well I was talking to Lina earlier about how you let me go from detention early." You started.

"Lina Finchwood? I'm surprised you two are friends." He said with raised eyebrows.

"You and me both. Anyway she seemed pretty shocked. Said you never let people go early." You continued. "I was just wondering... why did you let me go early?" You asked, looking up at his face, soaking in his good looks once again. You felt your heart flip, something you weren't used to when looking at boys. You ignored it.

Mr. Fischbach studied your expression for a moment before answering. "I think you know why I let you go Y/N." His tone was neutral.

"I don't think I do sir." You said innocently, putting on your best good girl face.

You noticed him swallow and clench his jaw as he looked at you for a moment, silence hanging between you. "Don't look at me like that." He said, somewhere between a warning and a plea.

"Look at you like what sir?" You teased, knowing the innocent-girl-doe-eyed look always worked. Boys were so easy.

"Like you're innocent." Mr. Fischbach said, voice becoming low. "Like you weren't trying to get my attention." His eyes darted over you, drinking in your appearance. "In a wildly inappropriate way might I add." He added quickly, looking around as if someone might hear.

"Okay you got me." You said, holding up your hands. "Maybe I was trying to get your attention."

Another silence hung between the two of you for a moment, filled with a mix of anticipation, tension, and hesitation. The air felt thick but smooth like cream, the atmosphere shifting.

"Did it work?" You asked, your voice dropping into a slightly more seductive tone, but not overly so.

Mr Fischbach looked into your eyes, trying his best to keep his expression neutral. "Did what work?"

"Did I get your attention?" You asked, stepping forward.

His eyes seemed to darken a little as he looked at you, slowly giving in to your temptations. "Truth be told..." he said, no longer looking you in the eyes but allowing his gaze to travel around the rest of you. "You already had it."

You mouth moistened at his words, causing you to swallow hard, feeling the excitement bubble up inside you. It was working. You were wrapping this man around your finger so easily. You looked at him with that doe eyed look again, a smile creeping up onto your lips.

"I said don't look at me like that." Mr. Fischbach said, this time sounding more like a warning.

"Or what?" You asked, tilting your head a little.

"Or I won't be able to keep my hands off you." His voice dropped lower, buttery, you could feel it in your chest. With each thing he said, you knew he was falling further and further into your trap. You felt unstoppable.

"Well that's hardly a bad thing." You stepped closer again, now mere inches apart.

Mr. Fischbach dropped his arms, almost reached for you, but hesitated. You noticed this and decided to give him the go ahead by gingerly placing your hands onto his chest, feeling the firmness there. As soon at you made contact, Mr. Fischbach couldn't hold back anymore, and all at once gave into his desires, his lust, and pushed his lips onto yours roughly and suddenly.

You gasped a little at first but then quickly kissed him back with tender lips. He tasted like coffee, his mouth kissing you roughly. He stepped forward into the kiss, wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed his tongue into your mouth. Feeling it dance with yours, you melted into him, matching his energy, when suddenly you felt strong hands lift you up and place you onto his desk, not breaking the kiss for even a second.

It was frantic. Almost desperate. Like it'd been building and building all day, ever since that instance of the very first eye contact at breakfast. You took his hand and guided it in between your legs, inviting him to caress you through your underwear, allowing him to feel the slight dampness forming.

He pulled away from the kiss and allowed his fingers to dance over your centre, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure. "Stay quiet. Not a single sound. Got it?" He demanded.

You nodded. "Yes sir."

"Good girl." He leaned in and kissed your neck as he pulled your panties to the side and slid his fingers over your slick wetness, groaning at the feeling. He breathed in your scent, nuzzling your neck as he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you causing your breath to hitch. He looked up at you, bidding you with his expression not to make a single sound.

Your eyebrows tilted in pleasure as he began to curl his fingers inside you and use his thumb to trace circles around your clit, causing your mouth to open in an 'O' shape for a moment before biting your lip and trying hard to not let a sound slip. The wetness only grew as he pressed against your g spot and stimulated your clit simultaneously, making it so hard to stay quiet, bringing you closer to the edge already. You'd never been touched like this. Never felt as good as this. You wanted more. Needed more. You desperately wanted to tip over the edge. Your mouth salivated at the thought.

"You're doing such a good job." He purred, then began to pick up his pace. "I can feel you getting tighter..."

Your mouth opened again and this time, a sound came out. Mr. Fischbach responded by quickly putting his free hand over your mouth, looking you dead in the eye as he continued fingering you with vigour. You looked back at him with desperation, feeling your orgasm build and build and build, his hand pressed firmly over your mouth only turning you on more.

"That's it. Almost there." He said, hearing your breathing change, feeling you tighten and tighten and then-

Release. 

Your orgasm crashed through you and you bit down onto Mr. Fischbach's hand with force as you closed your eyes tightly, legs shaking, breathing heavily.

When it was over and your eyes fluttered open to see him looking at you like you were a piece of art, he removed his fingers then slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

So much for taking it slow.