I woke up in a strange, uncomfortable position. I was laying on the side of the bed with my legs dangling over the edge, with my head on Mr. Fischbach's chest. I sat up slowly to stretch and yawn. Before I could get up, I felt large, warm arms pull me back and grasp me in a tight embrace. A scruffy face snuggled into the crook of my neck as I struggled to move and escape. "Mr. Fischbach?" I called. I got no answer, so I continued to wiggle. "Mr. Fischbach?" I asked again.
I scoffed and struggled some more, freeing one hand. "Mr. Fischbach? Please get up." I started slapping his exposed thigh. I turned slightly to notice he was in boxers; only, his boxers. I tried rocking my back against him, to get him to move, which only made me regret my actions. Each time I backed up, I felt something hard poking my bum, and sure enough, it was Mr. Fischbach's morning wood. The last time I moved, he let out a low and sexy grunt.
Kind of a turn on...
I winced to him, he was ignoring me.
"Mark." I addressed him fully. "Hm, Morning baby." He kissed my neck. Wait, 'baby'?
"Baby?" I started to awkwardly chuckle at his choice of words. "I thought this was a one time thing?" I started to squirm again as he continued kissing my neck.
"O-oh! (Y/n)! H-hey! S-sorry about that... I... I didn't realize. Yes, yes that was a one time thing. And, just sorry, in general, fo-for last night that is." He seemed tense as he literally pushed me away from him.
"Did you regret 'doing it' then?" I used air quotes around "doing it".
"Well, not so much 'regretting it' but, uh..."
He took a moment to think as I got up and put my shirt on that was once on the floor.
"Heat of the moment?" He seemed to question himself when stating so.
"Um, okay, right..." I put my pants on as well.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you wearing the clothes as yesterday?" He sat up some more in bed instead of his lying down position from before.
"Dude, I have no clothes. What else do you expect me to wear?" I sighed out.
"'Dude'? Where'd that come from?" He asked with the raise of his brow.
"Oh I'm so so so sorry Mr. Fischbach. Is that better? Is that good enough for you Mark?!" I got up in his face and pointed at his chest. He sat, speechless. But I would be speechless too at my sudden outburst. I stood back in my place with pride, finding myself victorious.
But after, Mark looked around the room quickly, which is what he seems to when he's nervous or has to think and make decisions quickly.
He instantly stood up and smashed his lips on mine once more.