Markiplier Smuts

Twerk Team

"Wait, (y/n)!" Mark said, holding me up on the pole. "You're doing it all wrong. This is so fucked up." he laughed. I slid down the pole. "Okay, so you show me how it's done then." I said, folding my arms. I watched as Mark climbed up the pole a bit and then worked his way back down. I was impressed, but I didn't let him know that. "Put your foot right there...no, there...there you go." he said, guiding my body into the right position. I clung to the pole for dear life. "I feel like I'm going to fall off." I laughed. "No, you're not. I've got you!" Mark said, putting his hands on my back. I slipped and fell off the pole, taking Mark down with me. "Maybe we should work on twerking instead." he said. I agreed. I had been trying to master the basics of pole dancing with Mark for over a week and it just wasn't going anywhere. Mark showed me the basics of twerking and I caught on immediately. We twerked together, laughing the whole time. I was having the time of my life with my best friend of 5 years...but suddenly he looked at me in a different way. "Mark?" I said. "Hello?" He was in a trance. "MARK!" I said. He shook his head. "Sorry...I..." I noticed the bulge beginning to form in his pants. I looked up at him with questioning him with my eyes. "Mar-" that's all that made it out before Mark pinned me up against the wall and kissed me roughly. "Fuck, (y/n), you looked so hot twerking like that." He whispered between kisses. The shock melted into lust. "Yeah? Did I?" I asked, pulling his white tank top over his head. Mark caressed my breasts, biting on them gently. "Yeah you did, and I'm going to fuck you right here right now." I felt myself pooling in my panties. I stepped out of my shorts and while I was bent down, I felt a hand pushing me to my knees. Mark wrestled himself out of his pants and boxers and was nudging my lips with the tip of his rock hard member. I can take a hint. I took the tip into my mouth and swirled it around, making sure to run my tongue down the slit. "Damn, (y/n)!" he moaned, tangling his fingers in my hair, and forcing my head in whatever direction he pleased. I could tell he was getting closer. The frequency of his moans had increased as well as the volume and duration. I felt his member beginning to throb on my tongue. I pulled my head away, slipped my panties off and invited him inside. He immediately thrust his member into me and began pounding into me. He slowed down to keep himself from erupting inside me. "Mark!" I screamed. "Fuck me harder!" I felt him speed up, not missing a beat. He left nail marks on my hips from squeezing me so hard. I got off on the sound of our flesh meeting. My walls tightened around his member and I climaxed onto it. He rode my orgasm out and then slammed into me roughly until he got his. He stayed in position for a while, panting, swearing and muttering my name. He slapped my ass, and slowly stood up, quickly dressing from the waist down to avoid being seen. He helped me to my feet and I slipped my shorts back on. He pressed me against the wall and kissed me roughly with his tongue. "You are so beautiful." he whispered as he played with my nipples, staring into my eyes with his deep cocoa brown eyes. I looked away, and he grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. He kissed me deeply again. "Twerk for me anytime you want." he said, bucking his hips against me. I have the best dance instructor ever...