Adopted By Markiplier

Chapter 18 - SMUT WARNING!!!!

"Here is a hotel lets stay here for the night" said Felix as he pointed to a hotel you could stay in for the night. You all went in, and stayed there for the night.

~ Time Skip ~

It was the middle of the night. You had woken up to the feeling of eyes upon you; looking around, you could not make anything out in the dark. Groaning you reached for your phone and, using the light emitting from the small screen, glanced around the room. 

To your left was nothing but the wall. To your right, however, was a pale face, eyes wide open and staring at you. You opened your mouth and began to screech when you noticed it was just Mark. 

"Shh its ok (y/n)," Mark said, "It's just me."

"Mark..  What are you doing awake? It's 4:30 in the morning."

"I smelled something and woke up. Must have just been you."

"Oh." You replied, and rolled back over.

A pair of arms slipped under the covers and around your waist. You blushed.

"Mark, what are you...?"

You felt his hands clasp together in front of you as he pulled you in closer. Your inner goddess was screaming. His hands wander around your abdomen, gently rub your stomach before venturing further and squeezing your fat arse. You gasp, and decide to return the favour..

..You take one of Mark's meaty fingers and sensually put it in your mouth. You pull him deeper into you mouth so you can feel him at the back of your throat and then to the front again. Your tongue swirls around the end. He's your very own Markiplier-flavored popsicle. You suck harder and harder ... Hmm ... Your inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.

You hear a low groan from Mark and retrieve his finger from your mouth. 

"You like that baby?" You ask. 

You hear Mark's breathing hitch and suddenly his lips are crashing against yours in a sloppy, wet kiss. Your mother would be ashamed of the way your body turned to putty in the hands of this man. 

His tongue flicks against your ear, trailing a long, streak of saliva against your hot cheek. You feel his eyelashes flutter against your nose, and the toes of his feet interlocking with your own. Your hands slide underneath the front of Mark's shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, and finally rest on top of his beating heart. Suddenly he withdraws, swatting your hands away and removing his arms from around your body. You give him a quizzical look.

"That's my no-no zone," Mark says, inching away. 

"Why don't you like to be touched there?" you whisper, staring up into soft gray eyes. 

"Because I'm fifty shades of fucked up, (y/n)." 

"The woman who brought me into this world was a crack whore,  (y/n).."

You slip into a dazed and exhausted sleep, dreaming of a four-year-old gray-eyed boy in a dark, scary, miserable place -- and ham.