A long awaited update, I'm sure lol. But, here I am again ready to sin. I'm working on a possible Jacksepticeye book thooooo. Would you guys be interested in that? I think someone actually requested this prompt to be written... anyway, hope you enjoy this part, I tried to make it extra hot.

"Hey, you." You say as you creep into Mark's office in your short, silk robe. "(Y/N)! I'm recording." He quickly puts his hands up to the camera lens."Hi, recording...I'm horny." You smirk as you let your robe slide off your shoulders and hits the ground. Mark's eyes practically pop out of his head as he looks up and down your naked body. "Oops." You giggle. Mark gets up to turn off the camera and you grab his hand. "No, babe...leave it on." You push him back into his chair. "(Y/N)..." He breathes. "Mmm. Mark, I want you inside of me so bad, baby." You whisper in his ear. You straddle yourself onto his lap. He bites down on his lip. You can feel his length growing as it pokes your thigh. "Tell me, what you wanna do to me, Mark." You start kissing his neck and he lets out a moan. "Don't be shy." You whisper. "I wanna give you what you deserve." His strong hands grasp your behind. "Mmmm, Mark what do I deserve?" You start sucking his neck. "Y-You deserve to be fucked hard." He bites down on his lip harder, he can't take it anymore and you knew that. "How hard, baby?" You continue teasing. "So hard your pretty little ass won't be able to walk straight the next day." He grips your ass tighter. "What are you waiting for baby?" You looks him dead in the eyes.

Mark's eyes pop open, his breathing is heavy. He looks around and see's he's in his bedroom. He glances next to him and you're sleeping with the covers hiding your face. Oh, what the fuck? That was just a dream? He thinks to himself. He looks under the covers and see's his rock hard erection. Shit. He glances over at you once more, wanting to wake you up from your slumber to sooth his aching cock. Just thinking about that made him ache more. He didn't want to be inconsiderate and figured he would just have to take matters into his own hands. Literally. He slides out of bed and he can feel his aching worsening. He goes into the bathroom and leaves the door cracked so he could hear if you got up. He quickly slides down his boxers and his throbbing erection flops out. He pumps some lotion into his hand and slowly starts to move his hand up his shaft. He trembles at the touch. His thoughts begin to wander back to his dream. He pictures your body, your perfects breasts, your voluptuous figure, that smart ass mouth he wanted to stick his cock into. He tightens his hand to form a hole he can slide into, he starts to go a bit faster now, trying so hard to seclude his moans. He grabs a wash cloth and stuff it in his mouth to muffle the sounds. "Mmmm, Mark what do I deserve?" "Tell me what you wanna do to me, Mark." Your voice rings through his mind. He can feel his pressure building. "What are you waiting for baby? Cum for me." He pictures you, naked and ready for him as he climaxes. His eyes rolling back into his head, he's convulsing as he's hunched over the sink trying to keep his juices from making a mess. He was in pure ecstasy because of you. Mark takes the rag out of his mouth and cleans up. He turns off the light and creeps back into bed, relieved now that his aching was gone. "Mark?" You say groggily from under the covers. He jumps. "Yeah?" He says suspiciously. "I thought we had a rule." You take the covers off your head. "For what?" He raises and eyebrow. "I know you were in there jerking off." His face becomes red. "And I just thought we had an understanding that, if you felt the urge you'd wake me up so I could fix that situation for you. No one gets to fuck you, but me. Not even your hand." "I just didn't want to wake you up, babe." He apologizes. "Did you atleast think of me?" You inquire. "Of course, I did. I always do."  You snuggle yourself into his chest to symbolize your forgiveness but, of course this wasn't over.

Part 2?