markiplier smutshots

Bus Slut

Pushing my hair behind my ear I take a quick glance in my mirror, checking my makeup while tugging my converse on at the same time.

Biting my lip I turn around
and check the clock, hopping on my already shoed foot while I lace the other.

"Shit I'm late." I whine, the clock reading 3:04 in the afternoon.

"Suzanne is gonna kill me." I hiss, grabbing my jacket before gathering my keys and leaving my house.

Clicking the unlock button on my keys I hear my car click as I open it and buckle my seat belt, plugging the keys into the ignition as I slip my phone out of my pocket and dial Suzanne's number.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

"Where are you?!" She whisper shouts in my ear, I hear the sounds of children's shouts and giggles through the phone.

"Funny story-" I say, starting my car. But when the engine dies out as it starts I let my whole face fall.

"I uh-" I try again with the ignition, but again it dies down. "Shit."

"What's wrong why aren't you here? You should- no Sandra the magician isn't here yet,"

My eyes linger on my tank dial, empty.

"I know I know she will be here soon!" Suzanne fake laughs through the phone, I glance at my drivers seat and see my top hat.

"Ok Suzanne, I'm gonna be there soon. I'm gonna have to take the um, uh... bus! I'll take the bus!" I say grabbing my hat and getting out of the car, hurrying down my driveway to the street.

"The bus!?" She whisper shouts, "Why-"

"I'll be there, fifteen minutes tops!" I say, watching the public bus roll up to the stop.

"Ok I gotta go!" I say, starting to sprint down the street.

"Wait-"

I hang up the phone, and shove it into my jacket pocket.

Grabbing at the bus doors, I smile.

The driver sighs as he sees me, letting out an awkward cough I step up the stairs and take a five dollar bill out of my jacket pocket.

"This will cover it yeah?" I ask with a smile, he nods and gestures at the cup of money.

"Ah." I say, folding the bill in half and shoving it through the slit.

"Some seats in the back." He says, I nod as I turn down the isle.

The bus was completely empty, and when I say empty I mean ghost town.

I furrow my brows as I glance back at the driver, shaking my head and walking to the back.

The back of the bus was the more spacious place of the bus, a seat in the very back and a maybe four feet between another seat.

It was sorta distant from the rest of the bus so to say, but by the looks of things I doubt anyone else will be getting on.

I place my hat in the seat farthest from the back, but you know, still in the back. And sit down.

The bus roars to life and I pull out my phone, 3:10.

And the magician was supposed to arrive at 2:45.

I sigh as I open my phone, and then opening my snapchat. Smiling I place my hat on my head and raise my phone up for a picture, I smile and take it.

'Magic!' I caption it, and then add it to my story.

The bus stops, and I look to the front.

A man walks on.

He smiles at the driver, shoving a bill into the container.

"Seats in the back." He says to the man, the red haired man nods and turns into the isle.

"Crap." I mutter, taking off the hat and shrinking down into the seat.

I hear him walk to the back, and then I feel his eyes on me.

I turn to face the isle and gleam a shy smile, "Hey." I say awkwardly.

He chuckles, his voice a vibration of deep chords.

"Hey." He says, sitting down in the seat in the very back.

His eyes linger on the hat besides me, and then my jacket.

"Magician?" He asks me, I nod. "My best friends, sisters, birthday party." I giggle, placing the hat on my head and tipping it.

He laughs, making my cheeks flush.

Damn he is attractive.

An those eyes.

I feel myself starting to get sexually bothered, and I cross my legs over one another.

I wore a black skater skirt, knee socks with my bright red converse, a red crop top and black 'magicians' coat.

"What's your name miss magic?" He asks me, I smile. "Y/n," I state. "And you?"

"Mark." He says back, I nod. I watch his eyes linger over me, rolling my lips in on another I look out the window.

Shaking my head I look back at Mark, his eyes still on mine.

I giggle.

"Wanna see a trick, bus boy?" I ask, my eyes hardening into lust filled circles.

"Like?" He asks, sitting up straighter against the plastic seat.

"Like," I say, slowly unfolding my legs. His lips rolling in one another, "This." I smile.

Spreading my legs, my f/c panties gleaming at the man.

I hear him grunt.

I feel my cunt start pooling, heat rising up my whole body.

"This Trick is called, who can cum the fastest?" I smirk, pushing my panties to the side and rubbing my finger around my sensitive nub.

"It's a competition." I whisper.

Instantly he unzips his fly and pulls out his member, I giggle and then moan as I pick up the pace with my fingers.

"You like my pretty pink pussy?" I whisper, he nods spitting into his hand and then attaching his hand to his cock. Starting to stroke his already hard member, I let out a gasp for air.

I stick my two fingers into my mouth before pushing them into my dripping cunt, "Mmm." I moan quietly, pleasure coming over me.

"You like that?" He asks, his hand pumping his dick.

I bite back my lip as I feel my stomach twist, my hips bucking as I cum all over my fingers.

Heaving for air I drop to my knees and take his length into my mouth.

"Ah." He grunts quietly, gripping his hand into my hair as he pushes my head deeper into his dick.

"I'm g-gonna cum." He stutters, I feel his cock twitch in my mouth as his load shoots down my throat.

Swallowing it all down I smile pulling off of his member, I smile.

"I won." I say, sitting back in my seat. The bus comes to a stop as I place my hat on my head, he shakes his head with a smile zipping his jeans back up.

"I think we both won." He whispers, I smirk before standing up off of my seat and walking down the isle.

"Fair enough Mark, fair enough."