The Markiplier Diaries (Markiplier Smut x Reader)

Wrong

Hey guys, thanks for feedback/reads on the first one of these things. I really didn't expect anything, to be honest. So, I decided to write another one. If any of you listen to MAX (Max Schneider) this story is based off of his song Wrong.

It's late evening and you've just arrived at LAX. You had to fly out to Los Angeles for an exclusive interview/photo shoot with your favorite magazine.  You're really excited to be here but, more importantly you're excited to see Mark. You've known each other since you were in university together back in Cincinnati. You've managed to keep in touch all these years and whenever he comes back for the holidays he always makes time to see you. The thought of dating Mark has rarely crossed your mind but, you feel like there's always been a little sexual tension between the two of you. When Mark found out you were coming out  LA without hesitation he offered to let you stay with him. You grab your suitcase off the conveyor belt and walk toward the main entrance to see if you see him. You see him holding a sign that has your name on it. "MARK!" You scream as you run up to him and give him a big hug. "(Y/N), I'm so glad to see you. I'm so sorry I didn't get to see you over Christmas." He apologizes. "That's fine, I see you've gone blue now. I'm glad because that pink was beyond faded." You laugh. "It doesn't matter what hair color I have naturally, I'm still sexy." He sassily flips his hair. You take a second to quickly admire Mark considering you haven't seen him since Christmas 2014. He's wearing this black pullover hoodie that's a little snug around his biceps. He's probably started working out more, he looks a lot stronger from the last time I've seen him. You've noticed he's let his facial hair grow out slightly beyond its usual stubble, to the point where it's...kind of a turn on. He's got on his regular blue skinny jeans. You start to contemplate if they're the pair that show off his killer glutes. Nonetheless, you break out of your reverie and grab your suitcase. "Uh-uh (Y/N), I got it." He grabs the handle. "Mark, it's fine." You slightly pull it away from him. He pulls it toward him. You both stare into each others eyes. He grabs the suitcase and starts pulling while you pull in the other direction. You don't take the time to realize the people staring as they walk by rather,you  focus on your own stubbornness and keep pulling until it finally pops open and your belongings go everywhere. You blush and quickly start picking up your things. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry." Mark says as he helps you. He stops a moment. "Ooooh. I didn't know you wore these." He gives you a kind of seductive grin and you're surprised as he holds up a red lacy thong. You snatch it out of his hand and tuck it back into your suitcase quickly. Your face is bright red and you can't even begin to fathom the amount of embarrassment you feel. Finally, you both finish putting everything back into and you walk in silence to his car. Your embarrassment dies down and you start to think about that grin Mark gave you as he held up that thong. Apparently, he liked what he saw.  You walk around to the passenger side of the car as he pops the trunk open. You can feel his eyes glued to your backside. You quickly turn around and his face his covered by the top of the trunk. You get in the car, put on your seat belt and Mark follows, he starts up the car and start heading toward the freeway. About 10 minutes have gone by and neither of you have said anything since you left the airport. The amount of sexual tension is becoming unbearable. "You know what's funny, Mark?" You ask. "What?" He says back reluctantly. "That we've never...you know..." You trail off. Your stomach starts to feel a bit uneasy. "We've never what, (Y/N)? Never...had sex?" You look at him and his grip on the wheel becomes tighter and his breathing heavier. You can't believe the can of worms you've just opened but, it's better than sitting in silence. "I mean, yeah. We've known each other for how many years? Has the thought ever... crossed your mind?" You watch as the speedometer raises. He's gotta be doing at least 10 miles above the speed limit now. You didn't realize until now the effect you had on him. He clears his throat. "Um, well maybe once. H-how about you?" He hesitates. You find his obvious vulnerability to the situation kind of hot and you of course take full advantage of it. "Yeah, maybe once or twice...maybe even three times and sometimes while I use these two fingers." You hold up your middle finger and your index finger.  He stares directly at the road, his speed continuing to increase. You get close to his ear and whisper, "Pull over, Mark." He slowly lets his foot off the gas and starts pulling into the shoulder of the road. You love this power/control you have over him.  The level of sexual tension has now manifested itself into a raw sexual appetite eating away at you. You don't care if you make it back to Mark's house. You don't even think you can make it that long. You need him now. The car finally comes to a complete stop and Mark turns it off. He releases his tight grip from the wheel and lays back in his seat with his eyes closed. I unbuckle my seat belt, get out of the car and walk over to the drivers side. He rolls down his window. "What are you doing?" He asks. "Let your seat back, open the door and you'll see." You demand. Without hesitation he does what he's told. You climb in facing him, straddle yourself on top of his lap and close the door. He reaches for the button to lock it, you grab his hand and place it on your waist. "Don't lock the door." You start to roll your hips on his manhood and he groans. "I wanted to take you back to my place." You start to grind on him harder and slower. "But, I want you now." You feel his erection begin to rise, poking you in your thigh. "It seems you want me too." You smile.  "Isn't this illegal, (Y/N)?" "It's better when it feels wrong." He pulls you down and wraps his strong arms around you as your lips slowly touch. It's nothing like you imagined it'd be. It's better. That Oh so delicious, masculine Mark smell creeps up your nose, you giggle as his facial hair grazes your face as he moves. You run your finger tips through his previously pink hair. You can feel the connection becoming deeper as the kissing becomes a little rougher and his tongue slides in your mouth and yours in his. Your mouth curves into a smile as you enjoy every second. Nothing but the sounds of each others breathing and other cars passing by surround you but, you try to ignore that aspect. You don't care who sees. His lips begin to linger down your skin, he kisses down your jawline and nibbles at your neck leaving tiny little red marks. He continues to kiss you, tracing your collar bone all the way down to in between your breasts. "Let's take this to the back seat." He rasped. You both crawl back there and push the front seats all the way up to the dashboard. He slowly lifts your shirt above your head and undoes your bra with one hand. Hot. He lays you down and hovers on top of you and starts to play with your nipples between his fingers. You let out a high pitched moan as he twists one. He kisses down your stomach and begins to slide your shorts off revealing a red lacy thong. "You have two of them?" He asks. "Gotta have back ups." He smirks. "Well then...I'm going to enjoy fucking you with those on." A electric shock fires down your spine as you begin to anticipate Mark dominating you. He removes his belt, pops open his button, unzips his zipper and pulls down his jeans and boxers, revealing his huge length. He slides the fabric from your thong to the side and shoves his fingers inside of you.  "Mark!" You cry out. "Damn, you've been ready for me for awhile now." Your juices spill out onto his fingers. "You're so messy." He licks them clean. You feel extremely aroused and you can't wait any longer for Mark to shove his thick manhood inside of you. He slowly guides himself into your entrance. You arch your back in pure bliss, while groaning as he gets deeper. "Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me hard." You whisper. He gives you a grin as he starts quickly thrusting in and out of you. "Yes, Mark." You whimper. He keeps going faster and deeper. You claw your nails into his back and he groans through his teeth. The car is shaking violently and the windows start steaming up. He takes the elastic from your thong and snaps it at your skin. You whimper as the sensation stings around your hip. You try to hold on but, the fire pooling low in your abdomen releases and you groan loudly. You turn over so Mark is on top and you start riding him reverse cow girl style. He slaps your ass hard and you let out a scream. "Just like that, (Y/N)" He breathes. You go deeper, taking all of his length each time your bounce down. A car honks as it pasts by but, you continue going faster. You love the feeling of being filled with Mark and the control of being on top of him. He lets out a long baritone groan as his warm juices shoot inside of you. You feel that fire pooling low in your abdomen again and you come along with him. You're both out of breath sitting in the backseat of the car. "Fuck, (Y/N)." "That was..." "I know." He adjusts himself, gets out and gets back in the front. You try to move but your body feels weak and sore. "You can just rest in the backseat because I expect a round two when we get home." He eases back onto the freeway. "Oh, you can count on it." You smile.