YOUR P.O.V
Mr. Fishbach grinned, slightly biting his lip at he looked me up and down. I took it as a compliment. He drew closer to me and swung behind me. He moved his hands from my shoulders, down my torso, drawing a "v" with his fingers as he reached closer and closer to right where I wanted it, needed it. His fingers drew me in, playing a piano, pushing all of the right keys to sound good, to be good. They drew in closer, and closer, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. They were getting so close to my clitoral parts.
"You've been a naughty girl..." he said, arousing me further, with his deep tones melodious like a song.
I could hear his heart beating, like drums from a rock song, the beating of his heart got stuck in my head.
His hands were so close, I need them there. Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps coming towards the door Mr. Fishbach immediately flew behind his desk, acting completely normal, I pulled my hood over my head to have time to gain composure. He made me weak, it was hard for me to do so. I heard the door handle twisting, my heart raced. I heard the door open, being the principal, I turned my head down towards the desk.
"Hats and Hoods up," he said. Luckily, I had enough time to summon my "normal" self again within the couple seconds. As I took my hood off, my smirk and blush faded away into a pale, dead slate, looking like my tired self. I was not tired at all, I was very awake.
"The only activity I see that is fit, since there is not much schoolwork to do, you said, that she can read or talk to you about class, any other activities are not allowed," he said with a mono-tone voice.
Mr. Fishbach nodded his head in agreement, giving me a look that was stern and cold, just to show the principal that he meant business.
I felt empty, even knowing that it was a show-expression. He was good at acting, keeping things a secret, it was perfect. He was a mystery that I needed to know more about, but I felt that I needed him suddenly, like a magnet to another. We were instantly attracted in some ways, but maybe in others ways, hopefully in other ways, at least if we have a future.
The principal walked away and left. After he entered the main building, Mr. Fishbach gasped and blushed, looking at me with relief. I gasped too, being surprised that it was difficult for him to gain composure. I bit my tongue as I reached into my bag, about to grab a book. Mr. Fishbach cleared his throat, disapproving. I looked up. What? I thought. He walked up to me again, this time he walked at a normal-seeming pace, at least to me. As he made his trip from his desk to mine, my eyes followed his graceful movements. I smiled inside, admiring this.
"Did you finish your homework?" he asked, casually.
"Nope!" I said, a smile on my face.
"Well, let me help you, if you get a question right, you get a reward, but if you get one wrong.." he trailed off.
"I get a reward," he finished with a low tone.
I grinned a bit as I walked over him, due to the fact that he beckoned me over with his hand. He moved up a chair right next to him. I sat down in it, facing him, with a sly smirk on my face, dancing across the width of it. I got out my homework. It was a pretest for history, of course.
"I'll start with an easy one: When was the United Sates of America founded?" He asked, bracing himself.
"July 4, 1778?" I asked. I forgot the exact year, so I could be wrong.
"Really? Incorrect, July 4, 1776," he said, with a small beam to his lips when they moved.
I sunk in my seat a little, disappointed in myself, but excited for what he would take, or for what I would give. He thought for a moment, then gestured towards my hoodie. I hesitated for a moment, he needed to work a little harder for it. He growled,
"Off," with his finger signaling the "up and off" motion.
"But sir..." I trailed off. I was only wearing a black lacy bra under the hoodie, to feel like I had a little secret. I refused.
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A/N Well then.. I got bored and then I kept on going. One of my good friends helped me in deciding some parts of this chapter. I will see you in the next chapter. Buh-Byeeeeeee
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Markiplier (Teacher) x Reader, Sudden Attraction
FanfictionYou are 24 years old, on your second year of college, but Mr. Fishbach, a new history teacher awaits, you unknowing of the power that draws you in, suddenly.