Teasing Mr. Fischbach: 2nd Semester {MarkiplierxReader} (Dirty 18+) ✔

Chapter 7: Mr. Fischbach (XXX)

(SMUT CHAPTER. YAY! I'll admit, this is more of a mental smut then physical... you'll see what I mean. This plays on the kink of total submission, so be prepared. This is NOT for everyone, and was more of an experiment.) 
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"I've got some news! I'm leaving now so I'll tell you when I get home. "--"I can't wait any longer! Please just tell me now!" Hearing he had something to tell me, I could only assume it was something worth actually talking about. Immediately, thinking that it just has to be good news put me in a state of excitement and made me way too anxious. "He was so impressed with me that by the end of the interview, I was hired on the spot. I start on Monday."

So happy to hear that everything worked out for the best, I jumped up off the sofa in all the excitement, nearly dropping my phone. I couldn't help but squeal in all the commotion. A light chuckle was heard from the opposite end of the phone that was nearly drown out by the car's engine in the background. Anyway, I need to let you go. Can't be on the phone while driving, I'll see you shortly."--"Okay, I love you. See you soon sir," I purred bringing the call to an end.

I couldn't help but kind of face-palm myself realizing I had just called him sir, like the way it use to be. That was a name I rarely used for Mark anymore, but a sly grin formed as I played on that idea. 'Mark's a teacher again.' I thought it would only be fitting to welcome him home to a congratulatory celebration in honor of him getting the job, and only one thing came to mind. With a firm idea in mind, I trailed down the hallway towards the bedroom, ready to proceed with my plan.

As soon as I entered our bedroom, I thought long and hard if there was any kind of 'special' way I could go about this and then it finally hit me-- we could role play. Easily the most erotic thing about what our sex life use to be was that it was so taboo. It was forbidden for a student to be with their teacher and I couldn't deny the sex remained absolutely incredible but it lacked the feeling of being so naughty.

The kink factor behind a student/teacher relationship had burned out once he quit his job. However I am still the same age, and he is still a teacher. He may not be my teacher but, there was no reason we couldn't pretend. Even if it was just for today, we could pretend that he was that young, sexy teacher I couldn't keep my eyes off of and I was his innocent yet very eager and willing pupil. Just thinking about the role play possibly playing out, was absolutely exhilarating.

If we were going to role play, I had this idea in my head that it may be fun to recreate the scene as authentically as possible. We may not have had a classroom, but I at least knew of the perfect outfit I could wear for Mark to really set the mood. Knowing Mark said he was going to be home soon, I hastily began to get myself ready. A white blouse was pulled from the closet, a dark grey mini skirt was removed from the second draw of the dresser and a pink lacy thong was pulled from what was now my underwear drawer.

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My heart came to a stop, and my breathing became shallow when Mark finally arrived home. Suit jacket swung over his shoulder and a tie dangling down from his white button up dress shirt, just screaming for me to rip it clean from around his neck. He had an unintentional, sexy smolder in his eyes, that could only make me gnaw at my bottom lip in anticipation.

Seeing him just standing there in a suit brought me flash backs to the first day of twelfth grade, and it seemed almost as if time slowed down. I could barely remember the last time I felt like this. It was a feeling I once knew, but not something I felt often anymore. It reminded me of the feeling I had once upon a time, the first time he took me home. This was still very clearly the same man I loved and admired, but the old familiar feeling of lust and desire came flooding over me. It was as if history was repeating itself.