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Dirty Dancing-Markiplier

Ok, so quick thing, I'm gonna be switching up how I list people in chapter names, so just letting ya know!

Your.P.O.V.

"Hey, Mark?" You craned your neck around the corner, looking into the kitchen. He stood next to the fridge, making a sandwich. You looked at him and saw him wearing his signature pajama pants, but no shirt. His beautifully, muscular back was an attention drawer, and you couldn't help but stare. You blushed at your action. He was your roommate and your friend, and occasional YouTube guest star, but nothing more to your misfortuntion. You looked away from him and down at yourself. A pair of his pajama pants, identical to the ones he wore, and a black tank top was on your body. No wonder he was only your friend. You dressed like you didn't care. But to be honest, you really don't care about what people think of you, and you had to learn that when you started your channel, but when it came to Mark, you felt like a total girl around him. You looked back to him, turned to see you, with two pieces of bread in his mouth, knife covered in mayonnaise in one hand, and a piece of ham in the other. You grinned at his silliness.

"Yeah?" His voice muffled, due to the bread. God, his sculpted body. For a gamer, he sure stays fit. I looked to his eyes that enchanted me no matter what. His scruff was just enough to make him perfect. AND HIS HAIR! Let's no even start on his hair. I wished he would be mine.

Mark's P.O.V.

I held my snack in my mouth and prepared the finish it off with some ham when I hear her luxurious voice.

"Hey, Mark?" The voice of an angel calling my name. I glance down at myself, and I'm wearing sloppy clothes. A pair of pajama pants and that's it, with ham and a knife covered mayo in my hands, and bread in my mouth. My hair was a matted mess. Jeez, I look stupid, and in front of (Y/N)! I never really like to dress up, but for (Y/N), I'd do anything. I turned to see her looking down at herself, all red. She looked back up at me, and I realized I hadn't replied yet. Think of something, quick! MARK THINK!

"Yeah?" I am an idiot. My voice sounded stupid. Christ. I looked over at her body. She was so perfect. I know she thought she was fat, or that she didn't have the ideal body for a woman, but she was so sexy. I loved the way she didn't care about what others thought of her. She is so brave, and I can't help but admire that about her. I wished she was mine.

Your P.O.V.

You relaxed after hearing conformation that he was listening. Just say it.

"So, I have a daddy-daughter dance thing coming up soon, and I know I'm too old for that kinda thing, but I never did it with him when I was little, and it's important to me. Anyway, I was wondering if you could teach me to slow dance?" You asked, hesitantly. He smirked, and turned back around. Crap. He doesn't want to. Go me. You looked back to him and he was walking towards you. The stuff in his hands were on the counter top, and he grabbed your shoulders. You looked into his mesmerizing brown eyes, and felt as if just by looking into them for a bit, they could lull you to sleep.

"Of course I will." He whispered. You couldn't help but smile. You peeled his hands off of you, and took your hand in one of them, leading him into a open area. Once there, you turned to face him and smiled. You being slightly shorter, was face to face with his collarbone. (Guys I know Mark is hella short, but for the sake of the story, go with it) Your chest pressed against his as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You gasped slightly as his hand dipped below your hip, to your butt. You looked away from his eyes, more towards his shoulders.

"What are you doing?

"Dancing with my favorite girl." He whispered. As his feet continued to lead you, his grip on your ass only tightened. Soon, with each step, he would gently squeeze you. You no longer found this weird, but irresistible. With your guy's close proximity, you could feel his manhood grow against you. After a long while, you could hear him let out a long sigh, followed by his whispering,

"I can't take this anymore." All of a sudden, both his arms pulled you up and wrapped your legs around him, his arms holding you up by the back of your thighs. You looked down at him and furrowed your eyebrow at his actions.

"(Y/N), I have always wanted to be with you. You are the most amazing girl, and I want you. I love you." His warm breath tickled your face while he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Mark... I love you too." You whispered back. A small, innocent smile kept onto his face, and he leaned in, and brushed his soft lips against yours. You returned the favor and began to kiss him passionately, and ran your fingers through his floofy hair. His tongue ran over your lower lip, and you permitted it.

The kiss grew more heated, your warm core grew more needy, and his desire grew more greedy. His arms slowly made their way from your thighs to your ass, squeezing it gently. You moaned into his mouth with each grip. Before you could do much more, you broke the kiss, much to both of your dismay, and panted from breath. You got down from his waist, and took his hand in your, and walked him over to the couch.

He sat down, and you crawled on top of him, straddling his legs. His erect member pushing up through the layers of material, only made you more and more aroused. You started to slowly grind on him, earning a guttural moan from him. A smirk creeped on your face, and you kept going. His warm, strong hands on your side thigh tightly squeezed, and he brought his hands up to your waist, pulling you close. His mouth nipped your neck, locating your sweet spot. A soft moan slipped from your lips, and you felt him smile against your skin. His lips trailed your collarbone, and his hands was sneaking their way up under your shirt. Before you realized if, he was pulling your shirt over your head, and tossing it aside. Being nimble fingered, he unhooked it with ease, and the straps on your bra went slack. You wiggled it off, exposing your chest to him. His eyes lit up like a doof, and he pulled you even closer. Mark began to make his way to your breasts, and the soft, padding of footsteps interrupted him. You turned to look and saw Chica approaching.

"Hey, girl!" You chided, and she happily plodded over to you, desiring a good scratch behind the ear. Mark groaned, and complained.

"My own dog cockblocked me." I busted out laughing, but then leaned in close.

"Don't worry. You're gonna be just fine tonight," you winked and clambered off his lap, and sat next to him. Chica put her head between both of laps, and you both obliged in petting her.

"Are you gonna put your clothes back on?" Mark inquired carefully.

"Hmm. Now that I think about it. No. It's fun to tease you," you giggled, and jumped off the couch and sprinted away.

"You're gonna get it," Mark hollered and chased after you, Chica in close pursuit.