Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Me Was Out Of Ideas

A close friend of your's mother was getting married and Mark begged you to let him come with. Mark persuaded you to sit all the way in the back, he reason was "If I have to use the bathroom, I don't want to be walking down the isleways and get recognized."

You agreed since he wasn't even supposed to be there in the first place.

You dressed in a black dress that was high in the front and low in the back with leggings. It was super cold outside, and you didn't want to freeze your legs.

You walked around the church and shook hands with some people you recognized. The daughters, your friend, her husband, the mother's husband, and even the tiny dog they owned.

You almost stepped on the dog five times in one minute. That's how tiny it was. Then you actually stepped on it and it stared to cry at your feet. People were ordered not to touch him, it may mess up his little outfit. But you felt bad for him and patted his head.

Mark saw you starting to catch the feels, so he came up behind you and tickled you.

"Hey, look. I don't like seeing you cry." Mark leaned in closer.
"Unless it's because I'm fucking you too-"

"Mark. Really? In the church?"
"This is where they tell you you can fuck the shit out of one person for the rest of your life (y/n). Not a church."
You rolled your eyes (and so did the author) and dragged him to your seat.

In the middle of the remarks from friends and family, Mark's hand started to trail up your leg. You didn't notice until he started playing with you from outside your leggings.

"No! Stop it."
"What did you just say?"
"I said no."

He seemed as if that had pissed him off more than I Am Bread.
He grabbed your thigh and started to squeeze it. After a second, it started to get painful.

"Mark..Your hurting me."

He squeezed even harder, you didn't even think it was possible to squeeze harder.

"I don't care. Go to the bathroom and take off your leggings and panties."
"I refuse. I am so totally not going to do that."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. 110% sure."
"Okay. Then I'll do it myself."
"Huh?"

Mark made sure he wasn't seen and got down on his knees right in front of you. He slowly pulled your leggings down, one hand on your thigh reminding you not to stop him.

"Stop Mark!"
"No. I'm going to do this."
"Fuck you!"
"When we get home I promise."

After her pulled off your underwear and leggings, he pinned you thighs down tightly to the chair. You tried to move them, but you had limited movement.

Mark's face went under your dress and his tongue started flicking back and forth, you let out a moan, but only Mark could hear it. He kissed your clit and smiled.

"Good girl."

His tongue started up at your clit then slowly pulled itself lazily down inside you.

In
Out
In
Out

You could feel the wetness between your legs. Mark's beard tickled the side of your thighs, making you giggle, but Mark quickly put a stop to it.

He teased your entrance with his finger, making sure his tongue kept itself occupied.

Inout
Outin

He went to fast...all of it put together put you in a daze.

"Markk...I'm gonna squirt...Oh fuck!"

Marks face was drenched when he came from under your dress. He quickly shot you a smile and laughed. Sitting back in his seat, his hand trailed down to his pants.

He whipped it out and you quickly agreed. But this time around, you got stopped.

A guy two rows in front of you turned around a whispered:

"Hey lovers! Can you guys just go in the bathroom like normal people?"

You two looked at each other and smiled.

"I think we need to go home, because (y/n) is a screamer."
"Shut up!"
"Cover for us pal. We'll be at the reception...if (y/n) can handle walking after."