YouTuber One Shots

Fight Club (Mark)

    "Ah shit, I'm late! Oh god no, I can't be late!" I rush around my room, throwing on some leggings and a cropped tank top, throw on some sneakers, and run out the door. I quickly get into my car and make my way to the abandoned building that's about a couple miles from my home. I park in a secluded spot, and make my way in. I put my bag away, put on some gloves, and walk into the main room. I see that not everyone is here, so I breathe a sigh of relief.

    I take a seat and look around the room, taking in everyone that is here so far. I look down at my feet, and after a moment, a pair of shoes are in front of me. I look up to see this muscular guy with fading red hair. I feel my face get extremely warm, and I can feel the sweat starting to come. "Hey, this seat taken?" He points to the chair next to me. I look at it, then back to him. "No, no! Go right ahead." He takes a seat and turns to me, his knee ever so slightly grazing mine. "I'm Mark." He extends his hand. I take it and my hand fits perfectly in his.

    I feel myself melt a bit, before shaking his hand and smiling. "Y/n, nice to meet you." We let go, but it would've been nice to hold onto him for longer. "So, how long have you been doing this?" He looks at me, waiting for me to answer, but all I can do is stare into those dark, chocolate, brown eyes, feeling myself melt away right there in that chair. I shrug and lean back, fixing my gloves, trying to look cool.

    "Oh, you know, a couple years. It's like a stress reliever from the real world. You can come here, just, hit things, and then leave. Content, tired, and ready to face your challenges the next day." He looks at me, almost stunned for a moment, before smiling and nodding his head. "You know, I didn't think about it like that. I might have to come here more often if you are so fond of it."

    He looks away to some people coming in, but I look to him, feeling myself blush. He'd come back just because I enjoy it? My heart flutters a bit, but I just take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Finally, boss man comes in, ready to get everything started.

    "Alright everyone, listen up! Tonight is going to be a bit shorter due to personal issues, so you guys get two hours, so listen carefully for your pair. We'll start with some warmups, so when I call your name, you and your partner will go to a spot and warm up together. Gather 'round!"

    He flips the paper, going through the list of people, couples going away one by one. At last, it's down to the last few people. "Y/N, you're going to be with... Mark! Go warm up." We look to each other and find a spot in the corner. He puts on those flat gloves for me to hit, and I start going at him. After a few hits, I look into his eyes to see him slightly worried, frightened almost? I ease up a bit, worried I'm hurting him.

    "Are you alright? I'm not hurting you, am I?" He looks at me and shyly smiles. "I'm okay, don't worry about hurting little ol' me." I giggle and get back in my stance. He puts his hands back up, and I start swinging again. After a few more punches, I put my hands down and he follows pursuit. I offer to help him, but he doesn't want to hurt me.

    "Come on, Mark. I'm no fragile flower, I can take it!" He looks me up and down, and sighs. "I'm not allowed to say no here, am I?" I smile and shake my head. "Nope! Come on, let's go big boy." I hold my hands up and he laughs. "Big boy? Alright, let's go, little lady." He hits one of my hands and I push his punch back. "Little lady!? Oh alright, you want to play dirty then, huh?" We both laugh and I start putting my hands at different angles, making it harder to hit, but somehow, he hits them all.

    "Come on, give me a challenge!" I smirk and nod at him. "Okay!" I start doing cartwheels around him, he just watches in amazement. Finally, he swings and hits my hand. "Boom!" I stop cartwheeling and look at him. "Lucky shot!" He laughs and shakes his head. "Nope, just skill and raw talent." I shake my head and giggle. "Right, whatever you say."

    After another twenty minutes of going back and forth, big boss man comes over saying that it's time to go. Mark and I pack up our things, and once we get outside, I turn to him. "Hey, do you want to come over and have a drink with me?"

    He looks into my eyes, and smirks. "I'd love nothing more. Lead the way." He heads towards his car, and after I turn onto the road, I look up into the rearview mirror to see him pull out and follow me down the road. We don't drive too far, before pulling into my driveway. I park and get out and he pulls up next to me, doing the same. I unlock my door and we head in, him looking around taking the place in.

    I head towards the kitchen, him right behind me as to not wander around my home. I get out two glasses and pour us some lemonade. I hand it to him, and he nods his head, thanking me. We both take a sip and I point to the couch; he nods and walks to it. We sit down, placing out glasses on the coffee table, and look at each other. "So, what made you decide to come to the club?" He shrugged his shoulders, leaning back into the soft cushion.

    "I drove by one day and saw cars parked oddly on the street and I overheard some guys talking about it, so I decided to check it out. That's not a problem, is it?" I shake my head and sip some more lemonade. "No, not at all. I'm glad you decided to stop by." He places a hand on my thigh and smirks. "Oh, and why's that?" My eyes widen as I place the cup back down, trying not to choke on my drink. I swallow and look at him, still smirking at me. He moves his hand up higher onto my thigh and I feel myself melting.

    "Y-you know. It's nice to see new faces." The tip of his finger is now at my panty line, just teasing me with it's presence. "Oh, so you invite everyone new back to your place?" I'm warm, I'm melting, I am dying. "Well, n-no but you seemed like a nice guy..." He raises an eyebrow. "Oh, just nice?" He moves his hand from my leg to my cheek. "Come on, Y/N. Tell me how you really feel. Show me how you really feel."

    I lunge forward, lips crash right into his, his hands holding the small of my back pulling me closer. I straddle him, kissing him harder and more passionately. He lifts me up with ease, and I point him towards the room. He opens the door and closes it, before tossing me onto the bed. He slides his shirt of in one swift motion and holy shit this man is a god! He crawls over me and kisses me once more, one hand holding him and the other my waist. He moves the hand from my waist to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. His one hand he used to remove it tosses the shirt aside before finding its way to my breast.

    I lightly moan into his mouth as he smirks and continues kissing me. He gets up, removing the rest of his clothes, and then pulls mine off. I look down and back at him, feeling my face burn. He leans down to me ear, slightly nibbling it, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle..." I nod and he places a kiss on my collarbone. I slightly gasp and then gasp louder when I feel something go in. He slowly thrusts, letting me get used to it, and I'm biting my hand at this point.

    "Don't cover those moans, Babygirl." I move my hand and feel myself get goosebumps at the name. I've never been called that, but damn did it sound sexy when he said it. He picks up the pace, and I'm just a moaning mess. "Oh fuck!" He leans down, holding the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him." Something wrong, Babygirl?" He lowers his voice and almost growls the ending, making me feel so many things.

    I shake my head; my brain isn't working. "N-no, no nothing is, ooh, wrong..." He grins, and kisses my neck, making me shiver. He's pounding into me quicker, his one hand massaging my breast, the other holding my waist. He starts groaning and that just makes me enjoy it even more, that deep low groan. He lifts me up in a swift motion, spinning me up to now be riding him. He lays on his back, holding my waist down as I bounce on him.

    I continue bouncing, both his hands make their way to my breasts, overstimulating me and I know he's close as well. I lean over him, our eyes meeting as I bounce a few more times before he grabs my waist and helps with the last bit. He's pulling me down as I bounce and at the same time, we both moan. "Oh fuck..." I roll over onto my side, and he stares at the ceiling. I look over at him and he looks at me.

    "So, do you mind if I get your number so we can continue this?" I kiss him, more lovingly than before, and nod. "I would love nothing more."