Markiplier Smuts

Finding a Friend (Mark x Reader)

I never had many friends growing up because we moved around a lot and I was just plain unpopular. I never liked what most other kids liked...never did anything that most other kids did. I liked being alone so it never bothered me, but I'm an adult now and being alone all the time is miserable. I started working in LA last summer and I've decided to call it home permanently. I'm not sure if that was a great decision or not, but it is what it is. I already bought a condo downtown on the 'nicer' side of LA. I've been filling my spare time with YouTube and phone calls to my parents back in Maine. I'm starting to wish that I'd have stayed there...I don't have anyone to talk to. I decided to take it upon myself to get out and meet people. I heard that there was some website where you could reach out to people in your area who are looking for friends. I made an account and about 10 minutes later I had a message from some guy named Mark. I looked at his profile. He was certainly handsome, but being handsome isn't something I look for in a friend. He was asking what kind of things I liked to do. 

I'm from Maine, so I love the water. I used to fish a lot. Um, since being here I really haven't figured out much to do. I hate the mall, I hate crowded bars, I really like staying inside and playing video games, watching movies, and YouTube. I don't blame you if you think that's stupid.

I held my breath assuming that Mark would simply pass me off as a loser, but to my surprise he answered.

You sound like a good friend for me! I go out and about occasionally, but I am a homebody. I love video games, and I have a YouTube channel...have you seen it? If not, look me up, my name on there is Markiplier. 

I typed his name into the search bar. "Hmm." I wondered aloud, clicking on one of his videos. It buffered and started playing. Before too long I was engulfed in watching this guy scream and yell at inanimate objects. I covered my mouth and chuckled a bit. What a geek. I hadn't noticed the messages from Mark building up in my inbox.

Hello? (Y/N)? Are you still there?

Uh...okay? Did I scare you off...or do you think this is a fake profile. Trust me it's not. I'll prove it.

Hello?

I immediately started typing a response.

Your channel is cool, I subbed to you...I can't wait to see what you come out with next.

Aw, thanks (y/n). That means a lot to me. I  upload 2 videos a day usually...so...do you per chance want to hang out? I see that you're new to LA...so how about I pick you up and show you around?

I was flattered. Nervous, but flattered.

That sounds nice, Mark. I'm free tonight?

I can do tonight...send me your address. I can be by around 7.

I gingerly typed out my address and hit enter. I hoped he wasn't some insane stalker looking to cut my head off and put it on the rod iron gates outside of my condo complex. I looked at the clock. It was already almost 6. I had to start getting ready. I hadn't bothered to change out of my work clothes. I dashed into the bathroom. Yuck. I looked so plain. I showered quickly, being sure to put extra effort into my hair because it felt so greasy. I towel dried my (h/l) (h/c) hair, and straightened it, letting it hang down. I fixed my makeup to make a better impression, and found the nicest casual outfit I had. Destroyed skinny jeans with an off shoulder black shirt. I grabbed my favorite sweatshirt from the bed and put it on. I don't care how hot it is, I love hoodies. I played with my phone watching more of Mark's videos. The doorbell scared me half to death when it rang. It was him. He looked so cute. I opened the door. "Hi." I squeaked out. Mark studied me. "Hi (y/n)...how are you?" I choked on my words. "Good...yourself?" "I'm great...ready to go? I figured we could go to my house. Do you have a bathing suit?" I nodded. "It's around here, just give me a few minutes to get it." I snagged my beach towel and rummaged around in my drawers until I found my red and black swimsuit. My personal favorite. I always wore it on fishing trips at the beach. "Alright, let's go." I said, trying to hide my nervousness. I grabbed my purse, locked the door, and followed Mark down to his car. I sat up straight in it, obviously tense and nervous. "(Y/N) are you okay? I'm not creeping you out am I?" Mark asked, concerned. "No...I'm just new here and this is my first time leaving to do anything other than go to work, buy groceries...you know the norm." Mark smiled. "Don't be so worried. It's okay. I'll show you all of the major streets around here on the way to my house." I sat back in the seat and took a deep breath. "Sounds great, I really do need to learn more about this place...I've been lost from day one." Mark laughed. "It does take some getting used to." he said. Mark pointed out all of the major intersections. Some I had already seen and knew about, others were totally foreign to me. When we pulled up to his house he explained how to use the freeway to get there in a hurry. I hated to admit it, but I'm directionally challenged. Most of what he said was in one ear and out the other, not intentionally of course. We strolled into his house. "So the bathroom is right there if you wanna change. I'll be right ouside." I slipped into his bathroom, changed my clothes and came back out. "My turn." Mark said, disappearing upstairs and coming back down in swim trunks. I gazed at his toned body. I had to look away in order to not look like a creeper. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded. We walked out back to his pool. I dipped a toe in the water. "It's so warm." I said, jumping in. "Yeah it's perfect right now." he said, walking down the steps. I settled against the side of the pool, taking in the warm water. "So nice." I moaned, sinking down into the warm water. "I love pools." Mark said, stretching out. We talked about Maine and Ohio, LA, the traffic, and video games. We sat in the water just enjoying each other's company. "It's getting kinda late (y/n)." Mark said. "I can't believe how much time has passed." I shrugged. "Time flies when you're having fun." I said, getting out of the pool. "So...are you ready to head in?" Mark asked. "If you're ready for me to go." I said. "I wish you didn't have to." he said. I giggled. "Well we can hang out again." I said. "Yeah we shoud definitely do something soon." Mark said, getting out and grabbing his towel. "There's a lot of things I want to do with you." Something about how he said that made a shiver run down my spine. A good shiver. I felt my core tense up a bit. "Oh?" I questioned. Mark blushed a bit. "Yeah...there's lots of fun things to do here." he said, looking away. I felt a bit disappointed. I had no idea if I had understood him correctly or not. I thought...I was hoping he was talking about me. "It seems that way. I'm gonna change real quick and we can get going." I said, walking into the house to change my clothes. I changed and came back out of the bathroom. "I'm just gonna stay in my trunks. Why bother getting dressed?" he laughed. The ride back to my condo was super quiet. We didn't really look at each other. "So...do you want me to walk you up?" He asked, pulling into a parking spot. "That'd be nice, Mark." I said. He walked me to my front door. We exchanged awkward glances. Then it happened. He kissed me. It wasn't just any old kiss though, it was downright lustful and passionate. I found myself quickly kissing back, flicking my tongue against his lower lip. He graciously accepted my offer and pressed me against the outside wall of my condo. I felt his rapidly hardening cock against my thigh. I touched his hips and he moaned into our kiss, instinctively bucking his hips against me. "Can I come in?" he asked seductively, breaking the kiss. All I could do was nod. I fumbled for my keys and unlocked the door, slamming it behind us. "Where should we go?" Mark asked, breathing heavily. I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. I started undressing, throwing my clothes on the floor, eager to start the party. Mark stepped out of his swim trunks, and pushed me down on the bed. "I know things are happening fast, but trust me, you're really my kind of person." Mark whispered, running his fingers through my hair. I bit into his neck sharply and he muttered my name and a few other things. I wrapped my legs around his hips, keeping the skin of his neck gently between my teeth. Mark lined himself up with my heat and slowly inserted himself into me, moaning the entire time. "You are so tight." he whispered, giving me a hard thrust. I let out a dainty little moan and Mark chuckled. "You are so adorable." he said. He got me used to his large size and then began thrusting into me harder and faster. "Oh god, Mark!" I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair. "THERE!" I moaned. He focused on that one particular spot, not slowing down a bit. I admired his endurance. No guy had ever hit my g-spot so accurately for that long. "God, I'm so close." I moaned, tugging his hair and nipping at his flesh. "Me too (y/n)...god damn." he seethed. I felt the pit of my stomach begin to tingle and tense up. I took a few weak swipes at Mark, leaving deep pink scratches on his chest and then I hit my peak, screaming his name. Mark raised my hips a bit and pounded into me until he hit his peak too, leaving his warm liquids deep inside me. "Fuck (y/n)!" he moaned. We both held our positions for a few seconds before we worked up the strength to move. Mark fell into the bed beside me and kissed me again, wrapping his tongue around mine. "That was incredible...you're incredible...I'm so glad we met." he breathed. "Me too, Mark...now we definitely have to get together again." He laughed. "I agree with that. You free tomorrow evening? I think we need to have a sleepover."