Just by chance (Markiplier X Reader)

~|Chapter 11|~

You lean back in the wheelchair, Mark behind you, wheeling it down the corridor. Both your legs were in casts and you had bandages and band aids all over. Mark stroked your hair softly and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"Are you sure it's alright?" You asked nervously, biting your lip.
"(Y/N), its 100% ok. I'll be there for you." Mark replied from behind you, his deep voice making tremors that vibrated through your frail body.
"God I want McDonald's!" You whined, seeing the first glimpse of light at the end of the smelly corridor.
"First stop on the way back then!" Mark said happily, pushing open the doors and pulling me through. The fresh air was cool on your face and you took in a huge breath of the sweet oxygen.
"I don't ever want to smell disinfectant ever again." You said softly, closing your eyes. Mark chuckled quietly.
"Me neither baby girl."

You popped the pills in your mouth and swigged down some water. Mark took the glass and placed it on a side table. You were at his house, and you were comfortably (well as comfortably as you can be with broken legs) sitting on his lap, his arms cradling you. You snuggled into his warmth, exhaling his scent like it was the sweetest rose. (Which to you, it was.) Your legs hurt like hell but Mark made it all better. He had sent your followers and his a message from both of your accounts to make them aware of your absence.
"Wanna watch a film?" Mark asked, smiling down at you.
Sure." You replied, smiling back at him. You were wearing a little lace black top and a little black mini skirt because that was the only thing you could wear over the cast. It was so awkward getting changed, Mark had to plop you on the bed and turn round while you wiggled into it. He was such a sweetheart for putting up with all this. He's all you ever wanted. He put on a random rom com and you settled down to watch.

Some time into the film you reached over to grab my phone to check YouTube and social media and when you turned back round you realised the mini skirt had ridden up, exposing your lacy panties. You quickly pulled it back down, blushing red as a matador's cape. You peeked at Mark through your hair and realised he was as red as you were.
"Shit." You thought. "He must've seen!"
You buried your head into his chest so you didn't have to face him and finished with your phone. You reached over to the table, reaching a little further than you did before to put it safely back and your ass unintentionally dug into Mark's crotch and he grunted slightly, trying to cover it. By this point your face felt like it was going to explode at the high temperature it was simmering at. You sat back in his lap, embarrassed and humiliated. You sank even further into his shirt, not even watching the film anymore. Your head rose and fell with the steady breathing in his chest but you could feel his heart pumping away quite quickly. You looked back to the tv screen and saw that there was a love making scene in full swing and the actors were doing a pretty good job at faking it. You and Mark sat in silence for a while, watching the actors getting down to the dirty, Mark slowly becoming stiff as a board. Even his breathing grew laboured and hard, his chest barely falling. That was when you noticed.
A hard shape was pressing into the side of your ass, barely there but still definitely there. You too stiffened as you realised why Mark had. It really didn't help that at his angle he could easily look right down your top and probably had been sneaking sneaky glances.
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Your phone beeped from its position on the table. You couldn't quite make out what it was but it was calling to you. Why did you put it so far away?? You wanted to check it so badly but you knew what just happened would repeat itself. But your phone? What if it was something important? Like something about the trial or Justin?? Oh god. Here goes. You slowly tried to reach over as gently and as lightly as you could, Oh no, my phone was just out of reach. You settled lightly back in Mark's lap and recalculated. You could just try doing it quickly? Through your hair you could see that his teeth were clenched behind his soft lips and his eyes were steeled. Come on, we can do this!
You reached over suddenly and without warning, grabbed your phone and plonked back on Mark's lap. Surprised, he let out a short groan before clamping his mouth shut as my ass once again ground into his manhood. You face was burning and you reached a little hand up and pressed it on his jaw, it was burning so hot you were surprised it hadn't burnt into flames. He looked down at you in slight panic, his golden brown eyes widened slightly at my reaction. You just looked up at him sheepishly as the hard thing under your ass got slightly bigger. God it was big and thick already and it must be only halfway there. The movie was ending and there was one last passionate love making scene next. Only one more. You checked my phone at last. It was your gas supplier and you wanted to cry for putting Mark through this. His warm soft hands wrapped around your waist comfortably and his fingers started to rub your hip. You leaned back into his touch, relaxing and trying to pretend everything was normal. He started to pull oh so softly against you, pushing and pulling minesculely on your hips. As momentum got going you realised what was happening, you were being rocked back and forth on his lap, grinding into him. Shocked, you bit your lip, your core starting to tighten. You started momentum of your own, pushing down on his fully hard manhood, feeling it's whole girth - and it was big. Your panties moistened but as they did the movie ended and the screen went dark. You and Mark kinda just fell silent and stiff as statues in the dark. You realised that you couldn't. I mean, you couldn't possibly do anything, not with your legs broken.
"Um lets maybe go to bed..." Mark mumbled so quietly you could barely hear him. He gently picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. You slid under the sheets, slipping off your shirt and skirt in the dark under the covers, left in your bra and panties. Mark undressed, a sliver of moonlight illuminating a slice of his toned chest. You could just see his tented crotch in the dark before he went into the bathroom and you heard the water running. He will probably take care of it under the flow. Soon enough, he slipped into bed and wrapped his arms round you. His muscled gripped you and he spooned you, realising he had indeed taken care of it under the water.
"Night Markimoo." You whispered into the warm darkness.
"Night (Y/N)." He replied in his deep sexy voice. You sank into a deep sleep, dreaming about what would've happened if my legs weren't broken.

"Mark." You whispered.
"Mark!"
He grumbled and turned over in his sleep. You reached out a hand and shook him awake. His floof was all messy and his eyes were groggy with sleep but he still looked amazing. You looked at him a second, taking in the view, but a squeezing in my stomach ordered me otherwise.
"Are you alright?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes and propping himself up.
"Ummmmmmm...." You blushed. This was going to be something else.
"What is it?" Mark smiled, more awake now and narrowing his eyes at you.
"I need to go to the bathroom." You whispered, quiet as a mouse.
"What? I can't hear you." Mark said again, looking suspicious.
"I NEED THE FREAKING BATHROOM!" You shouted, while he started laughing. You took one look at his face and collapsed into giggles- which was a very bad idea because the squeezing in your stomach got painful.
"Please Mark." You said sheepishly as he got up, still laughing and carried you bridal style into the bathroom.
"Okay, how are we gonna do this?" He said, biting his lip. "If it's okay, I'm going to have to take your.. underwear.. off and sit you on the toilet?" Mark said, trying to hold back laughter. His brown eyes glinted in the half light and you looked at his bare chest, seeing how sculpted it was. "Like what you see darling?" He posed, catching you mid glance.
"Shuttup Markkkkk!" You exclaimed. "I freaking need to piss."
"Alright.." He said, smiling at you. He took a deep breath and reached for you panties.
"Wait. I don't know..." You said suddenly, scared.
"It's okay... I've.. kinda seen it already." Mark whispered.
"WHAT? WHERE? HOW? WHEN? W-" You cried, shocked.
"-Justin." Mark said, interrupting my sentence. You fell silent at his name. He did take pictures I guess. "He sent a picture when he made me break up with you. To make sure I would."
"Oh.." You said quietly. "Well, it does kinda take the pressure off."
"Is it okay for me to?" Mark asked nervously.
"Yeah." You replied, just as nervous as he was. Mark reached for the hem of your panties and slipped them down to your knees. The best you could, you covered yourself, blushing, just as Mark was. He gently set you on the toilet. "Now make as much noise as possible so I can go." You giggled, breaking the tension.
"LA LA LAAAA!" Mark shouted, while I relieved myself, laughing. "All better?" He asked, giggling like a little bitch.
"Yup!" You confirmed and he took you back to the bedroom right after washing your hands seeing as it was like 2 in the morning. "Thaaanks marki" You smiled, cuddling up to him under the sheets.
"You're welcome.. But what do I get as a reward?" He asked imploringly. As an answer, you pulled him closer to you and your lips clashed. They were working in harmony and he pulled you closer to his body as it grew more heated. You pulled away, smiling at him as he was all flustered. He looked so cute like that. You spent the next hours smiling, laughing, chatting and of course kissing Mark till the sun rose.