Beyond The Limelight ★ Markiplier X Reader

TW: Smut

"So on a scale of 1-10 how would you rate this birthday so far?" You asked Mark as you both walked into his house. It was late and dark outside, and you'd decided to stay with him tonight.

Mark thought for a moment. "9." He said simply.

You turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. "Only 9?! What would bring it up to a 10?" You asked curiously, Mark following you into the living room.

He slumped onto the couch, a little tired, and looked up at you with a cheeky smile. "Well it was a lovely day, quite chill, hanging out with my friends, but I feel like I'm missing something..."

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" You stood in front of him with your arms folded, returning his smile.

"I think you know." He said, his voice a low grumble as he looked you up and down.

You stepped forward and stooped down so your faces were level and Marks eyes darted down to your cleavage then back up to your face. You wore a low cut dress, not too revealing but revealing enough, so as you bent down he could see your chest almost spilling out as you gave him a seductive look. "Do I know?" You teased.

Mark placed his hands on your hips and moved his face closer so that your lips were so painfully close to touching yet so far. "Come on it's my birthday you can't tease me like this." He whined.

You smiled. "Okay okay. Would you like your final gift?"

Mark nodded, his eyes fluttering down to your lips and allowing his gaze to stay there, beckoning you to close the gap. You sensed his desperation which excited you. You could almost smell his desire. Finally, slowly, you connected your lips with his and kissed him deeply. His kiss was desperate, trying his best to breathe you in and keep you forever as your tongue playfully tickled along his lower lip inviting him to part his lips further, deepening the kiss. As your tongues danced, your hands planted on his shoulders, you squeezed gently then ran them down his chest, his sides, then on his thighs, almost reaching his crotch.

Then, he sighed heavily into the kiss as you palmed him through his pants and felt his erection grow slowly with each heartbeat, his pants becoming tighter second by second. Without breaking the kiss, Mark began to undo his jeans and sighed again at the release of pressure to which you responded by disconnecting your lips and pulling his pants down, him still sat on the couch, you now on your knees on the floor in between his legs.

As you began to caress him through his underwear, your face level with his almost fully hard erection, his eyes lit up as he realised what you were planning and he grew harder. You then slowly pulled his underwear down, freeing his now fully erect cock and you gave him a devilish smirk as you wrapped your hand around it, looking him in the eyes.

His eyes were glued to you as you gently ran your tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip slowly. The way his eyes lit up made it look as if he had stars in his eyes, as if he was watching the most perfect thing.

"I can't believe I've waited so long to taste you." You said, looking at his cock as you began to move your hand up and down which caused him to grip the couch in pleasure. "Do you want more?" You asked, smiling at his reaction.

He nodded, looking at you, drunken with lust. "Oh god yes." He groaned.

You obliged, taking his tip into your salivating mouth and sucking lightly, not taking your eyes off of him causing his breath to hitch.

"More." He purred as he placed his hand on your head but not pushing (which you very much appreciated) and you did as you were told. You took more of him into your mouth, moving your tongue expertly and began sucking and moving your head and hand up and down simultaneously causing him to moan.

"You look so pretty with a mouth full of cock." He mumbled and moved his hand to your cheek, cupping your face as you worked your magic. "Fuck you're so good, baby." You smirked with your eyes and began to move faster. "Aah if you keep that up I'm not gonna last much longer."

You took him out of your mouth but continued jerking him off. "Where would you like to cum?" You rested your head on his thigh, still looking at him with a seductive expression.

"In your mouth." He replied. "But open wide, I want to see it."

You nodded and left a trail of kisses up his cock before taking him back into your mouth as deep as you could go, closing your eyes and focusing on making him feel the best you could, moving your head up and down.

"Oh that's very impressive." He purred. "You take it so well don't you?"

You opened your eyes, looked up at him and nodded with his cock still in your mouth.

"God, those eyes..." He moaned. "Don't take your eyes off me."

You followed his instructions and returned your hand, gripping tightly, moving fast and sucking his tip making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum. Open wide baby." He said, throwing his head back upright to look at you, his face contorted in ecstasy. You took him out of your mouth and opened it wide, sticking out your tongue as you looked at him, aimed his cock to the back of your throat and continued jerking him off.

With a loud groan, his mouth hanging open, he shot his big thick load into your mouth. It just kept coming and coming, turning him into a shaking moaning mess as you milked every last drop then swallowed it all.

"Oh my god how are you so good at that?" Mark said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and pushed his hair back.

You shrugged and got up to sit next to him with a satisfied smile.

"How am I supposed to make up for that?" He said, a little breathless.

You rested your head on his shoulder and snuggled up to him after he pulled his underwear back up. "Maybe... by telling everyone about us?"
It was risky bringing this up now, the last thing you wanted was to cause another argument, but you hoped maybe with him feeling satisfied and relaxed he'd be more open.

"Baby, you know I want to I really do." He sighed. You could tell simply by his tone that the answer was no and you felt a twinge of hurt at being rejected after doing what you just did. Mark had every right to be apprehensive but you couldn't help what you felt either.

"Do you?" You asked, your tone accidentally coming off as a little more hostile than you meant.

Mark sat up and looked at you with a slightly hurt expression. "Of course I do!" He said defensively. "But what I said earlier hasn't changed. I don't want you to go through that shit." He placed his hand on yours and you moved it away.

"I can handle it." You said firmly. "I know what I'm getting into. Please just have some faith in me."

"Y/N I... Can I just think about it for a bit longer?"

"How much longer?" You asked, your tone sad. You hated how you sounded and you hated arguing with him, especially after being intimate, but this had been on your mind for what felt like so long now.

"I don't know." Mark said simply.

You felt hopeless. You knew that these rumours and all the hate wouldn't go away and even if they did, they'd just come back as soon as you announced your relationship in the future so to you it really made no difference.

"I don't want to wait." You said simply. "I don't want to feel like something you're ashamed of. Or something so delicate that has to be hidden away. I'm strong. And I know what's good for me."

Mark simply looked at you with a hint of sadness and pain in his expression. He said nothing, too overwhelmed to think of anything to tell you. Moving swiftly, you stood up and Mark got up to follow you to which you shook your head. "Don't." You said, then walked through the house and out the back door.

With tears in your eyes, you brought up Fizz's contact on your phone and tried to ring her as the cold night breeze whipped around you. It rang. And rang. And rang. And nobody answered.

You sat on the doorstep and hugged yourself, blinking back tears and breathing shakily. Part of you hoped Mark would ignore you and come to sit with you. But he didn't. And you simply sat there in the cold, alone.