Markiplier Smuts

Masquerade

I don't enjoy dancing. I'm no good at it, and that's why it took weeks to convince me to go to a masquerade ball with my friends. I've spent the better part of this afternoon preparing for it. I went out and bought this black strapless ballgown with crystals and sequins all over it and managed to find a black mask with bold black and white feathers to match it. I'll admit, it's a pretty combo, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm no good at dancing and hate going out where there's lots of people. As soon as I arrived at this shindig, my friends ditched me. That's one of the reasons I don't like going out. I'm shy and awkward, I don't know how to make friends. I hide in corners and don't talk to people much. I stood with a drink in my hand watching everyone else dance. They were so fluid with their movements...like they were born dancing. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Hi...I just wanted to say you look beautiful tonight." Ugh. Great. A guy. I get even more bashful around men. I wondered how he could tell me that I looked beautiful when my eyes and most of my nose were covered. I didn't really want to talk so I just thanked him and went back to staring into my drink. "I'm Mark, and you are...?" I turned back to him. "(Y/N)." I said. "A pretty name for a pretty woman. Would you like to dance with me, (y/n)?" I tensed up. "I don't know how to dance, Mark. I'm sorry." Up until then I never got a good look at Mark. I stared up at him. half of his face was covered in a white mask. He wore a plain black tux and had a layer of red hair atop his black hair. I blushed under my mask. "I'll show you. It's not hard, you'll be fine...I won't even complain if you step on my shoes." he laughed. He extended his hand. I took it, and he walked me out onto the dance floor. He gave me step by step instructions and before too long the two of us were slowly dancing in the middle of the room. "See, (y/n), I told you. It's not that hard, just rock back and forth gently..." I smiled. I really was dancing and I was dancing with arguably the hottest man in the room. One of my friends waved at me and gave me a thumbs up. I waved back. "So you came with friends?" Mark asked. "Yeah...a few of my girl friends and I came together." "So you don't have a boyfriend?" I shook my head. "I don't really date often." I said, flatly, making sure I wasn't stepping on my dress. "That's surprising. Someone like you probably has every man in the world after her." I blushed again. "Not really." I said, looking away. "Well, I'm interested in you." My stomach dropped. "W-Why?" I asked, nervously. "I saw you from across the room and you were so beautiful I had to stop and say hello...and see if I could get that to go somewhere." Mark spun me around suddenly, and much to my surprise I didn't fall flat on my face. I giggled. "Having fun?" he asked. "Of course. This is a lot of fun." Mark smiled. "Do you want another drink?" I thought about it. "That sounds nice." We walked off of the dancefloor together. We each ordered a martini. Mark sat down next to me. "So do you have plans for the rest of the evening?" I shook my head. "No, I never have plans." "Would you like plans?" I sipped on my drink. "I think we could work something out." Mark set his drink on the bar. "Come on then. I'll take you back to my place...we'll figure out where to go from there." I got nervous. I hadn't been with a guy in a long time, and I'd never been with someone of Mark's caliber. I followed him, nearly stumbling over my dress with every step. I straightened up my act and followed him out to his car. He opened the door for me and I stepped in. He drove us to a really nice house in the suburbs. "Wow. You live here?" I asked. "No, I drove you to a random house just so I could boot you out of my car and you'd be lost." Ah. A sense of humor, I liked it. I giggled. "It's a nice house, Mark." I said. "Thank you, (y/n). I like it too." We walked through the front door. I gently removed my shoes and Mark did the same. "Have a seat." he said, motioning to the sofa. I sat down and placed my hands in my lap. Mark sat right next to me. "May I remove your mask?" he asked. I nodded. He reached up and removed my masquerade mask. He gasped a bit. I thought something was wrong. "(Y/N)...you're even more beautiful than I thought." I blushed and covered my face. Mark pulled my hands away. "You're too pretty to hide yourself." he said softly. He removed his own mask. I took him in. Wow. He's gorgeous. He kissed the back of my hand. We looked at each other for a long time before he leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back and for a while we struggled to dominate over one another. Mark won. He snaked his tongue around the inside of my mouth, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my core. He broke the kiss and removed his jacket and shirt. I turned around and let him unzip my gown. When I faced him again, his hands were immediately attracted to my chest. He gently caressed my breasts until I cried out in pleasure. He hastily undressed from the waist down and slid my skimpy panties to the side. He slipped two fingers into my waiting womanhood and massaged me from the inside. I bucked my hips and called his name until I climaxed onto his fingers. He licked my juices off of his fingers and crawled on top of me, biting and sucking my neck. He moaned into my neck as he grabbed his gently throbbing member and guided it into me. As soon as we made contact he tensed up. "God, you are so tight." he said, cupping my face and kissing me roughly. He began thrusting into me slowly, enjoying every moment of my walls being wrapped around his member tightly. He shifted around a bit. "Like that?" he asked. I nodded, leaning back and letting light, breathy moans escape. He thrust into me harder and faster. "Fuck, (y/n), you feel so good!" he moaned. His breathing got heavier. "God I'm so close." he muttered into my neck. "Me too!" I breathed, bearing down on him. "C-can I finish in you?" he asked, his voice strained with pleasure.I was always on birth control, just in case. "Yes, god, please do!" I moaned, scratching his back. He raised my legs up a bit and pounding into me, sweat beginning to form around his hairline. He took sharp, uneven breaths and then practically screamed my name as we finished simultaneously. He panted for awhile afterwards, collecting himself. The waves of pleasure rocking my core slowed to a stop and I sat up, legs weak and heart pounding. "That was amazing (y/n)." Mark purred, slipping his pants back on. I stood up, grabbing my dress. "Where are you off to?" Mark asked. "I should probably go...before people notice I'm gone." I said, slipping into my dress and zipping it most of the way up before picking my mask up. Mark looked at me confused. "Don't you want to spend time with me?" he asked. "Of course...but don't you think I should go?" Mark shook his head. "I don't want you to go." he said. "Stay here for tonight. I can take you back home tomorrow." I sat back down. "I'll let you borrow something to sleep in...or we could sleep naked?" I giggled, my face heating up again. "I don't think that's a bad idea, unless you really want to get some sleep." I said. I unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor in front of Mark. He bit his lip, and started removing his pants again. "Let's go to my room, he said, standing up half dressed.