Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

If You Choose B (Mr.Fischbach Pt.2)

(P/n)= Mom or Dad or Grandparents or Aunt or Uncle or Guardian

Choice B

After giving it some thought, you decide getting an F in this class wouldn't be the worst thing.

"I'll take an F. You can't possibly get away with it when I work so hard."

Mr.Fischbach looked up from a stack of papers at you. His chocolate glazed eyes looked at you from over his glasses.

"Oh trust me (y/n). I get away with a lot."

2½ months later..

Your (p/n) had been constantly checking your grades online; watching your grades rise and fall. But after seeing that your engineering grade stayed an F, your (p/n) scheduled a meeting after school with Mr. Fischbach.

As you walked the halls towards his classroom, his words rang in your ears.

"Oh trust me (y/n). I get away with a lot."

It repeats constantly, pumping your heart in an unsteady pattern. The closer you got to the room, the more you wished online grades wasn't a thing.

Entering the classroom, you see a mother and a boy in your class next to the teacher's desk. His mother was fiercely pointing to an LG on the desk. You assumed it was her son's grades.

"My son has no missing assignments, that has to count for something. Plus he's done all the extra cOooredit work. Explain to me how my son has a B?"

You and your (p/n) had the same sense of humor, and you both almost burst out in laughter. You had an F, and was completing all the assignments... was does that boy have to worry about?

Your (p/n) took a seat on top of a desk, then realizing that it was rude, proceeded to sit in the desk. You were about to take a seat too, but Mr. Fischbach looked up at you. a chill went through your body as his chocolate eyes seemed to stare at you over his glasses...

"A lot..."

'What did he get away with? Should I just go out in the hallway? I should have stayed at home...' You thought.

About five minutes later, the two occupants had left the room and it was your turn. Instead of introducing himself, he looked at you as he took off his glasses.

"Well, I don't think I've met this lovely person (y/n). Care to introduce us?"

You raise up out of your chair and stand next to (p/n) as they shake each other's hands

"This is my (p/n). (P/n), Mr.Fischbach, Mr. Fischbach, (p/n)."
Your (p/n) told him their name, and Mr. Fischbach proudly boomed his name back.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Mark Fischbach. But the kids call me Mr. Fischbach."

Wanting to hear his excuse for your failing grades, you took a seat nearby and folded your arms sassily. You pursed your lips and stared at Mr.Fischbach.

Only then did you actually realized what he was wearing. It was a nicely fitted, white button down shirt, with black pants, creased down the middle. His shoes looked expensive,but since men's fashion wasn't your thing, you left that alone. His hair was nicely cut, naturally curly. A bit fell into his face, but on him the cut looked sophisticated.

"Your daughter is a very excellent student, and I commend her on that..many aren't, but she has not completed a certain assignment."

Over in your desk, your hope drains. You had totally forgotten about the Forensic Engineering project. At that moment, you recall students saying it was worth about four months worth of grades since you had to create a short film about it.

"I actually was just checking her classes grades, let me pull up (y/n)'s real quick."

Like Mr.Fischbach had some magical powers, your (p/n) got a call. By the way they answered, you could tell it was important.

"Excuse me please. It's a important call. I promise it won't take long." They leave the room, leaving you alone with
Mr.Fischbach.

"You purposely made the project that important to our grades, didn't you?"

He walks around from the computer, and comes face to face with you. You look up at him and step back. His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into him.

"Yeah I did. Just for you."

You push him off you, and attempt to smack him, but it fails. He grabs your hand and kisses it.

"You know you're fucking with my student records...just so you can fuck me?"

"Not exactly. It's just your progress report. Nothing permanent. Smile. I wanna see your pretty little smile."

"I rather have an A."

"Keep wishing. Until I get what I want, you can forget it."

Mr. Fischbach pulls you back in and give you a kiss on top of your head. His hands rub your back, and he pulls you into his chest. His cologne fogged your nose and your mind, so you didn't notice his hands slip into your pants.

"Damn, why are you so wet?"

"I don't know. You're the first to ever touch me there."

You felt his fingers dance inside you. A moan slipped out, but you kept it to a low.

"I can tell."

You start to realize how wrong this was, so you stop him and push him away

"Look, I'm not trying to do this while my (p/n) is outside the door."

"If you want a little alone time, I can do that."

"How?"

Mr Fischbach walks towards the door and stuck his head out. A few words were said, and he came back in. He looked like the happiest man in the world.

"Come here (y/n)."

"Mr. Fischbach...I.."

"Come here."

You walked slowly over to your teacher, cautious of his movements. As you stood next to him, he unzipped his pants and showed you his member.

He took you hand and placed it on the shaft, you felt it pulse in your hand.

"I told your (p/n) I'd help you out with the project.." He guided your mouth to the tip, and forced you to take it all.
"But that's going to have to wait. I need to teach my babygirl how to please her daddy."

I have no clue what I just wrote. Pls send halp.