Markiplier Smuts

Mark x Reader

I've never been much of a talker. I am a borderline antisocial person. A cynic, a critic, a self proclaimed asshole. If you are looking for brutal honesty, you'll find it in me. I don't hold anything back and I don't hesitate to tell people exactly how I feel. I started rooming with this guy Mark awhile back. I was in school and hated the idea of rooming in a dorm, too many people, you know? I hated LA too, but when push came to shove and it was the only city with a high ranking med school that would accept me, I stopped begging for admission to Johns Hopkins, and started buying sunscreen and beach towels. I looked for a room to rent and found a few options. One room was decorated in lace and pictures of ugly Persian cats. Some lonely old lady had a spare room and was desperate to find a young woman to share it with, if not to slit my throat and drink my young blood for longevity, to try to feel...relevant. I pitied her, she was no threat to anyone, but if I wanted to spend my days sleeping in a lacy, quilted bed, I would have stayed in my parents' house. The next option was a small, stinky, outdated room in some shitty apartment. I would have had to have shared it with a bunch of junkies who would have killed me for the ring in my lip. No thank you. The last one was Mark's. I wasn't exactly thrilled with the prospect of living with an internet celebrity, I was concerned about being kept up all night with the recording, and the parties...the 'life' that came with internet stardom...but it was either him and his roomies or the old lady or the junkies. I'll take a random internet celeb over the other two people any day.

YOUR POV

It was an average day in LA. Hot and dry. You straightened your (h/l and h/c) hair and began dressing for your classes. Mark had been up all morning making some stupid cat video you loathed his existence over and you had been secretly spying on him. The cynic in you mocked him, but the soft core in you found it almost...cute...of course in a pathetic way, because you could never be caught with such a...childlike man...no...of course not...you had no feelings for him whatsoever...not even when drunk...nope.

You pulled your favorite shirt on. The black tube top that left just enough to catch a man's interest. You paired it with your favorite pair of jeans, the ones that fit like a glove. You hauled ass out of the bathroom, fearful of getting your ass reamed over being late to class again. "Bye doc." Mark said, without missing a beat as you screamed past his room. "Yeah." You said, rushing out the front door and getting into your car. You always wondered why it was when you really liked someone you got mean. You pondered this as you drove to your school, weaving through LA's infamous traffic jams along the way.

MARK'S POV

Y/N is truly a bitch sometimes. I tell her goodbye, she snaps back a yeah? It's...sexy. I've never had anyone be so...brutal. Mark pondered your profile picture on Facebook, editing his video in the background from time to time. If she wasn't so beautiful I'd have half a mind to tell her to pack her shit and leave. God...is Y/N ever beautiful though. That (h/l and h/c) hair...those (e/c) eyes, and that (best feature)...what I wouldn't give to spend one night inside her mind...and other places. If I could figure out what made her tick, I would be in business. I want to fuck her so badly and teach her some manners in the process.

YOUR POV

Your classes were stressful as usual, but nothing you couldn't handle...it's just that you couldn't focus. You had a feeling deep inside of you that was not subsiding no matter how much you shifted in your seat. You crossed your legs, swung your feet back and forth, and tried to ignore the tingling sensation in your lower areas...nothing worked. You found yourself very anxious to get home and tease your roommate, Mark. You hadn't had any sexual activity in a dog's life, mainly because your bad girl attitude tended to frighten men (which is usually what you wanted). The thought of pinning Mark down on the bed and kissing him deeply while squeezing his length was almost too much to deal with. You bit your lip, crossed your legs, and kept driving through the irritating traffic. You had never felt such a fiery passion in your body before. No other man had ever made you want to fuck him so hard. Your death grip on the steering wheel loosened as you imagined him crying out your name as you held him as your sexual prisoner, totally subjected to your cruel and unusual punishments. You broke out of your daydream when you noticed you had been sitting at a green light for a few seconds and were being honked at by everyone within a 5 mile radius. Oh the irony, developing a lead foot only to sit in traffic 5 minutes later. You decided to get off of the main roads and take a back way home...a way that just happened to take you by a few high end lingerie stores.

You breathed deeply, clutching your MasterCard...were you really about to blow 500 dollars on lingerie for a man who never had openly expressed a desire to fuck you? Of course you were. These things only happen once, you know. You clutched your new outfit close to you like it was made of gold and took the long way home. You were ready to spring yourself onto Mark. As soon as your feet hit the floor at home, you made a mad dash for your bedroom. You opened your bag and removed your shiny black corset with red piping all along the outside. You squeezed yourself into it and admired your new curves in the mirror. You were about one inch away from having a tragic nip slip and that's precisely what you wanted. You reached into your bag and removed your new thong. It was solid black material with silver chains hanging down. Your chubby figure was looking fine as hell...now to see what Mark thought.

MARK'S POV

Y/N came through the door in a hurry. She might have had a bad day, and if there's one thing I don't want to do, it's get in her way after she's had a bad day. She is the kind of woman who would stab me with a high heel and think nothing of it...but I have to tell her. I have to get in there somehow. I need her...I need her on me, I need to taste and feel her. Mark rubbed his growing length as the idea of simply opening your door and slamming you into the wall with a rough kiss on the neck, complete with gentle bites that would tickle you to your core. Without much more hesitation he made his way into your room.

You giggled a bit when you saw him enter. You were kneeling on your bed, one finger on the edge of your lips, and the other buried in the chains that covered your warm, tight womanhood. Mark's expression changed from cautious to very VERY interested. You motioned him over and without warning he crawled on top of you and pinned you. You bucked your hips up against his, causing a light moan to escape his mouth. You wrapped your legs around his waist and brought his face close to yours for a kiss. You ran your hands down his backside and slapped him square on his ass. You smirked and brought your shoulders towards your neck, trying to appear innocent.He sat between your legs examining your outfit. "You didn't wear this to class, did you?" He asked. You shook your head no. "Good...this is for you and me." He ran his fingers through your chains, lightly stroking your clit in the process. You breathed out slightly. "Yes?" He asked. You vigorously nodded your head. He began biting your neck gently, searching for that coveted sweet spot he was sure you had. When he found it, you applauded his efforts with more fierce bucks from your hips. You felt your chains bouncing up against his hardening length. He let out a weak moan before burying his face in his your neck again. He forced your legs apart on either side of him with his body and parts of his silky basketball shorts slipped through the chains and teased your clit. You reached for his shorts in an attempt to pull them off. Noticing, Mark broke his bite session and did the work for you. He also removed his boxers, exposing his full manhood much to your delight. He flipped you onto your stomach and began untying your new corset, then he slipped your panties off. You felt the heat of his body as he mounted you. He teased your sensitive womanhood with the throbbing tip of his length. He nibbled the top of your ears before slamming into you without warning. The impact took you by surprise, but you enjoyed it. He bucked his hips into you as hard and as fast as he could. The air in the room was filled with the sounds of slapping flesh, and moans. He grabbed your (h/l and h/c) hair and pulled back with all his might, forcing himself deeper into you. He then cupped your sensitive breasts and rubbed your erect nipples as you backed yourself into his thrusts.

"Y/N, fuck you feel so good." He moaned as he slammed into you harder than anyone ever had. "I...I..." he couldn't finish his sentence. He had become too overwhelmed with the pleasure your perfect womanhood was bringing him. "FUCK...ME!" you managed to scream as you felt your insides turn from hot and aroused to tight and tingly. "God yes, Y/N!" Mark moaned as he felt your tightness get even tighter around his throbbing cock. He bore down on you, hugging your shoulders as you came onto him, dripping onto your sheets as well. Mark gave a few long, loud moans and finished shortly afterwards. The rush of his liquids filling you triggered yet another amazing orgasm. As the two of you rested on the bed, waiting for your sweat to evaporate, the feeling to come back into your legs, and the stickiness between your legs to dry off a bit, you turned to him and caught him smiling at you. "You're not so tough after all, doc." he laughed. You gave him a playful push and rose from the bed, being sure to flaunt your goods in the process. You grabbed your pussy and fondled it in front of him. "Last one in the shower has to wash the sheets!" You winked and he dashed from the bed attempting to keep you from beating him into the master bathroom, laughing the whole way.