Please Don't Leave (Markiplier x Suicidal/Depressed Female Reader)

Day 56

(This part is a lemon part my fam Be ready)

It's been four days, I got Mark to use some scar cream product, and it seems to be working. At this moment it's Nine Pm, we're watching movies, I'm leaned up against Mark, staring at the spookiness. Mark has fallen asleep, but I keep watching of course, his arms around me as he fell asleep with. I pause the movie, 'cause I started to hear something, and which I was right. I look at Mark, pulling away, and as I do he pulls his arms back and lays down onto his side, wrapping his arms around himself instead, grunting softly as he does. I stare for a moment confused as I watch him.

He's probably having a nightmare... I should wake him up.

I reach over, about to shake him to open his eyes until he moans quietly, and it doesn't sound like he's scared. I pause, squinting my eyes.

"Who's he fuckin?" I ask myself, of course I don't suspect me since, who would.. I mean I can't even say that I got fucked by like two or three different guys so far. 

I reach over, and I shove his shoulder softly. "Mark." I say calmly, and he groans.

"Fuuckk." He whines, and he grips the side of the couch.

Okay yeah he's definitely not having a nightmare, from the way he said that.

I feel like laughing, and recording this for making fun of him, but oddly enough, I want to do something different. I look up and down his body, then I shake my head.

"..I can't just do that." I say, and I glance at the movie, tempted to resume until Mark suddenly sits up, and I turn to him. "Are you awak--" He reaches over and leans on top of me, laying on me like I was a pillow and pressing me against the couch. I frown, laying a bit limp. "Yeah, Probably not." He grumbles in his sleep, biting onto the collar of my shirt. "Dude, you can't eat my shirt like a fucking goat." I say, but clearly my words aren't getting into his dreams.

I stare at his blushing face, to me it's quite adorable but I don't want to like, rape him in his sleep, I'd be no better then anyone else I know, even though I'm actually pretty tempted.

He groans for a moment. "..(Y/N).." He moans out quietly as his hug around me tightens.

My face lights up with blush, I'm a little afraid of what could be happening in his dream right now.. But it doesn't help when I feel something poke me either. I whine a little(SCREEH), putting my hands onto his shoulders as my face glows more.

"M-Mark get up." I say, shaking him slightly but he whines a bit in his sleep. 

I sigh softly.

Do I have to WAIT here?

I groan a little, I don't want to move c'ause of what could happen, but my mind thinks something up that will be awkward if it actually worked and he awoke, but it's better then how awkward it'd be for him If he found out he was laying on top of me, having a dream about me.

Actually, Is it really?

He stops biting and moves up a bit more. I flinch and I grip his shoulders tightly as he technically just grinded me, and so I start shaking him.

"Mark!" 

He jolts awake, his eyes widened a bit as he lets out a soft sigh, closing his eyes back once again. "..What is it..?" He says, tiredly.

"...U-Uhm.." I think of a way to phrase it, but I can't think of anything.

He sits up, keeping his eyes close until he opens them, looking down at me. "Are-" He pauses when he notices he's in between my legs, not only that what's in between his legs. His face lights up a bit more then it was as he slept.

"You tried to eat my shirt like a fucking goat." I say, trying to make things less awkward, but it doesn't really work.

"Oh god, I'm sorry." Mark says, bringing his hand to his face, about to move but I grab his hand from pushing him up and away, and he pauses, looking down at me.

"U-Uh.." I let go once I notice I did that, and I look away. "S-Sorry--" 

He leans down and kisses me softly, putting his hands on the sofa besides me.

Okay, We're actually doing this..

I wrap my arms around him, as he brings his own hands to my waist, my face blushing red as he does this. I feel his hands move to the button of my own pants, undoing them and such, a click as I feel the slight tightness around my waist become no more. I tangle my fingers into Mark's hair, as he pushes my pants slowly down my thighs,  exposing my underwear that I wasn't expecting anyone to see today.