Three Nights at (Y/N)'s [Markiplier X Reader Smut]

Night 2

Reminder:

[Y/N]- your name

Disclaimer: Mark's acts like he's going to get really kinky but what happens isn't actually very kinky at all. Just saying.

"Haha, I'm better than you!" [Y/N] said as she looked that the TV screen that declared her the winner of the video game they had just played.

"Whatever," he said. "It was beginner's luck."

"You're just mad because I beat you." [Y/N] grinned at him.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, sticking his tongue out at her. "Well, that concludes my girlfriend whooping my ass today. And as always, I will see you in the next video. Bye-bye!"

Mark stood up and turned his camera off, looking at [Y/N] as he did. "You're gonna pay for that, you know," he said with an evil grin.

"Oh really?" she said, smirking at him. "What are you gonna do?"

He sat his camera down on the coffee table and turned to her slowly, almost in a creepy fashion. He looked at her with dark eyes before jumping on top of her and sloppily kissing her all over her face.

"No, stop!" she yelled, giggling and slightly wrestling with him.

He sat up and pulled her off the couch to his chest, cradling her in his arms. "I have the best payback," he crooned, making [Y/N] shiver. "There's some things I'd like to try..."

She began to say something, but Mark pressed his finger to her lips and carried her off into the bathroom. He sat her on her feet and kissed her fiercely, showing her his true intentions.

She stood there, taking in what he said for a moment. "Try...oh..." she said. She bit her lip, thinking about what he might do to 'get her back.'

"I'm glad you approve," He laughed and smirked at her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing her body to his. "Shall we?"

[Y/N] just nodded, smiling like an idiot. Yay, we get to do it AGAIN, she thought, remembering last night's events.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the feeling of Mark's lips on her neck. She moaned softly, one hand fingering his dark hair, the other around his waist, holding him to her. He rested his hands on her hips and tugged at her shirt hem.

"This needs to go," he whispered in her ear.

She shivered at his words, lifting her arms so he could remove the t-shirt from her body. He then removed his own, throwing it in the corner of the room with [Y/N]'s shirt. He leaned down and kissed her again, gently pushing her lips apart with his tongue and slipping it inside her mouth. Her mouth still tasted faintly of the vanilla ice cream she ate before they filmed the Let's Play. He loved it so much, and they stood there, making out and moaning softly for a few minutes, until they had to stop to breathe.

"[Y/N]..." Mark whispered, staring into her eyes. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?"

[Y/N] bit her lip and moaned aloud at his words, words that made her womanhood absolutely throb.

He just smiled at her and kissed her forehead, reaching around and undoing the clasp on her bra, slipping it off her arms and tossing it in the pile with their shirts.

Suddenly, Mark got on his knees in front of her.

She smirked. "What are you doing?" she asked in a seductive tone.

"I'm being a gentleman and removing your clothes before I make love to you, milady," he said, smirking back at her. "Is there a problem?"

She shook her head, blushing at how sweet and cute he was being. He went back to what he was doing, and undid the fly on her pants, pulling them down to her ankles and off. He hummed to himself as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and pulled them off, leaving her naked before him.