(first real smut, don't yell at me if its bad. Irdc bc its out now :3)
(this hold no intent of arousing. WattPad rules.)
He turned around and saw me, which only caused my cheeks to get hotter. He, himself were growing red. We both stood and stared. No words, just transferring looks. I unwillingly let my eyes search his body, his sculpted chest and his muscular arms as he removed his hands from the drawer. His eyes started to roam my body too, which made me slightly uncomfortable with my low confidence levels, so I covered my breasts from him by crossing my arms, even if I was wearing a shirt. I still felt exposed. He looked back to the bureau, then to me. He waved it off and rolled his eyes. He turned to me once again and started walking my way, which made me slightly quiver in fear. I didn't mean to walk in on him changing, it was an accident.
"Mr. Fischbach, I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude like that but I was seeing which rooms are which a-and I didn't know. Please, please don't be mad." I started walking backwards from the doorway as he continued to get closer. Was he mad? He doesn't look it, but he won't answer me...
"M-Mr. Fischbach?" I asked as I bumped into the back wall of the hallway. He got right into my face, almost to the point of us touching, but not quite. "M-Mark?" I asked closing my eyes and turning my head to the side in slight fear. Why is he acting like this? I felt his breath on my neck disappear and when I opened my eyes, he had stepped away. "Learn your lesson yet?" He started laughing. "It's Mark, you don't have to say Mr. Fischbach anymore. It's just weird now." He chuckled. I didn't find it funny, so I stayed in my place and looked down. "Hey hey hey, are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you, it was more of an intimidating joke to stop that name calling." He explained. He placed his hand under my chin to make me look at him, and placed it back down to his side. "No, I can't really explain it but, well, I feel bad. Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely grateful that you took me in, which you didn't have to do, but you did because of the kind heart you have. I have nothing, everything has been taken from me, but I owe you so much for what you have done for me and I don't know how to repay you. I'm sorry." I looked down again after explaining myself. I felt the warm presence of his hand on my cheek, making me look up to him yet again. "You don't owe me anything. You're innocent, so I helped you out. I'm going to continue helping you out until you're the free woman you deserve to be." He gave me a soft smile. His hand remained on my cheek, and his rough fingers started to lightly and calmly stroke my face. "I must be able to repay you some how. I mean, as of right now money is no option but I suppose I could run errands for you, o-or.." I slowed my speech as I observed his chocolate gaze, seeping deeper into my own. His face got closer, and I stayed in place to study his movements. His eyes closed and I followed his steps, closing my own just as his soft lips pressed to mine. He felt comforting, like if he was here, no one could hurt me. This man is my lawyer, why is he kissing me? Why is he letting me stay in his house? Why did he even bail me out?
I finally let myself relax as I felt his arms snake around my waist. I wrapped my own arms around him, behind his neck. He pulled away, which oddly left me wanting more.
"(Y/n), you don't have to pay me back. You're a sweet girl who didn't deserve what she got. It's okay. Your presence here is good enough for me. It gets lonely in this house all alone, 'ya know?" He looked up and chuckled. I awkwardly laughed along as I watched him laugh at his own chatter. He looked back down at me to find me staring, which left me blushing in my own embarrassment staring downward. He leant his face down and reached for my lips, and brought my face back up towards him, since he was taller than me.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, okay?" He asked after pulling slightly away. I nodded as he leaned in to kiss me again. This feels really weird... I like it.
He's kinder and more caring than Ryan was, he makes me feel safe.
He began walking backwards into his room, not breaking the kiss and bringing me with him. Part of me was telling me to pull away, that he could hurt me. The other, more dominant part of me was telling me to trust him. He is a lawyer, why can't I?
Mr. Fischbach fell backwards into his bed, allowing me to fall on top of him. When doing so, I could feel something large and hard hit my stomach. Let's just hope that's not what I think it was, it felt much too large to be one of... those.
Then again, what could be that big and fit in his pants?
He turned his head away and looked around the room. Oh god, did I do something wrong? Is he gonna hurt me?
"I-is something wrong?" I asked while watching his eyes roam the room, which made him seem to be in thought.
"(Y/n), I don't want to force this on you and scare you, that has clearly happened enough and I don't want to damage you more. Do you... want this?" He asked, looking in my eyes holding his right hand on my left forearm and his left hand rubbing my lower back.
"I-I just don't wanna be hurt again, b-but I trust you Mr. Fischbach..." I slightly sighed out, closing my eyes to avoid getting lost in his. "Hey," He caught my attention. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "This is the only time I'll allow that 'Mr. Fischbach' shit slide." He chuckled darkly and kissed my lips leading to my neck. "Let me know if we are moving too fast, I'll slow down for you." He started tugging on the hem of my shirt. "Y-you should k-know..." I tried my best to hold in the slightest moan as he worked on my neck. "I've never properly done anything like this before, Ryan took my virginity and he started using me... So I'm sorry if I'm no good..." I whispered.
"It's fine, let me do the work. Just sit back and relax." He removed himself from my neck and went back to my lips. There will surely be bruises there tomorrow. The good kind though, not the bad.
He lifted up my shirt, which left my top half naked since I had no bra. He stared at my chest as I held myself up with the reddest checks I could imagine.
We were flipped over so he was now on top, with all the advantage. Mr. Fischbach kissed my lips, then my chin, my neck, both my nipples, the end of my rib cage, my belly button, and stopped at the hem of my pants. His eyes travelled up to meet mine, which of course made my cheeks flush bright red again.
He smiled and bit the hem. He dragged down my pants and panties along with help from his hands, then stood up to undo his own pants. After unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants, he again searched the room. He walked away to behind me, leaving me high and dry from anticipation. After a few moments of confusion, he came back with a small packet in his hand. Ripping it open, he exposed a condom. He slowly pulled down his pants, then his boxers, which oddly had pink mustaches on them, and showed of his enormous, erect member.
Can they even get that big?
Is that possible?
I looked up to his eyes once he finished placing the condom on and noticed he was watching my study of his member. He chuckled and straddled me, once again kissing my lips, but not quite entering my parts just yet. "You okay?" He asked me. I nodded my head yes in response. "You ready?" He asked another question. And again, I nodded my head yes to him. "You sure?" He did a final check.
"Mark, I'm sure I'm ready. Just do it, okay?" I used his first name to assure him. "Okay."
He pressed his lips to mine as I felt his piece press to my lower lips, and push its way through. It didn't hurt as much as my first time, obviously since my hymen had already been stretched. And since, Ryan wasn't exactly that gentle.
I felt his piece start to harden more with each rock he acted upon with his hips. He slightly moaned, breaking our kiss and looking down to our connected bodies. The way he moved inside me gave my body a rush I never knew existed.  I felt myself getting hotter and wetter with every thrust.
Mr. Fischbach looked back up to me. "Y-you doing okay?" I tried to answer him, but the only sound I could make was a weak moan which led me to throw my head back. He chuckled and replied, "I'll take that as a yes." He reached once more for my neck with his mouth, as I clawed my nails at his back. Dragging down, I could hear him groan in a certain pain covered by pleasure as he began working faster. "Mmm... M-Mr. Fischbach..." I barely let audible. "Louder." He grunted.
"Mr. F-ischbach.." I moaned out louder. "Louder! Fucking scream!"
"Mark!" I screamed as I released for him when he hit one incredible spot.
"(Y/N)!" He responded with his own.
He rolled over me, panting along side me. Sweat covered our bodies as he sat up and discarded the filled condom.
He looked back at me, down, then turned his body back toward me.
"Hey, listen, I want you to know something." I sat up to show I was listening to him.
"I'm not saving you because I like you, I'm saving you because you're innocent." He sighed.
So he used me too?
"This was a one time thing, got it?" He raised a brow to me.
"Got it.. one time thing..." I fell back onto the bed.