Markiplier Imagines

28. Late Night Swimming

This imagine idea came from ghostdisco who technically got the idea from me since I requested it. I'm still giving her credit since she's queen so yeah enjoy!

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"Aw, is someone upset?"

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It was about midnight, and you woke up to the sound of a huge splash. You shot up in panic, look around frantically for Mark, who wasn't in the bed next to you.

You had looked everywhere, calling out his name. You made your way to the back and saw him there in the pool.

Just swimmin' around!

"Mark! You scared the shit out of me!" You said. You were only in his T-shirt and a pair of underwear.

Mark swam over to you. "I just wanted to go for a swim." He said, innocently.

"In the middle of the night?" You said.

"Yeah! Why not. Hop in!" He said.

"That's not a good idea..." You laughed.

"Why not? You're all ready and dressed!"

You scoffed. "Not even close-"

And with that, Mark had tugged you by the ankles and pulled you in.

"Woah!" You said as you fell in.

You quickly popped back up, drenched.

You watched Mark as he laughed his ass off.

"Oh so you think that's funny?" You said, swimming over to him.

You jumped on his back, playfully fighting with him. He flipped you over and you landed in the water.

"Point: Markimoo!" He said, kissing his muscles.

"Point nothing!" You pouted.

"Aw, is someone upset?" He said walking over to you.

"Hmph!"

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him.

"How can I make it up to you?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and you kissed his lips.

It turned out into a full make out sesh after a few pecks.

Your hands traveled down to his chest and you suddenly pushed him into the water.

He popped back up, making immediate eye contact with you.

You were in some deep doo doo.

"Uh... Point: (Y/N)?" You said nervously.

He swam under water as fast as he could.

He had backed you up into a corner.

That little sneak!

He arose from under you, and you began to rise too.

You were on his shoulders!

"Hey!" You shouted.

He held onto your legs. He then began to fall on his back.

And you fell too.

You popped back up, wiping your eyes.

"Come here, you doof." You giggled. Mark came closer to you.

He wrapped you in a hug. A wet hug, if you will. He kissed your wet stringy mop, otherwise known as your hair.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I know." You chuckled.

He kissed your lips, making your stomach fly.

Suddenly, he picked you up and threw you across the pool.

You popped back up, saying; "That's it! No sex for a week!" You got out of the pool and grabbed a conveniently placed towel and headed inside.

"Wait! Wait (Y/N) let's just talk about this! I think you vetoing sex is crazy!" You heard Mark shout.

Never underestimate the no sex card.