I'm trying something new. I've never written about Mark in this way before so, I hope it's at least halfway decent. Anywhosies, I hope you all enjoy. (Mark flavored lollipop, I apologize in advance.)

Mark closes his front door, leans against it and let's out a sigh of relief. He had a little get together with the guys to celebrate his 11 million subscribers and it went a little too late. He has a lot to do to prepare for 2016, he plans to upload everyday so he needs to start preparing to do so.

He looks toward the couch and sees (Y/N) sitting there. "Oh, (Y/N) I didn't realize you were still here." He smiles. "Oh, um, I was just waiting for everyone else to leave first. They kinda trapped me in." You giggle as you stand up and sort of stumble. Mark rushes over toward you and has a look of concern on his face. "Are you sure you're able to drive home? You can just stay over tonight if you need to." You admire his hospitality but, politely decline. "It's fine Mark, really. Now, if I could just find my keys..." You start lifting up couch cushions and looking under the coffee table. "They're in your hand, (Y/N). That tears it, you're staying over here tonight." He says sternly. You want to argue with him but, the sincerity and worry in his voice keeps you from doing so. "Fine, could I borrow some clothes? I just wanna take a quick shower, if that's alright." He leads you into his bedroom and you take a moment to look around. He starts rummaging through his dresser drawers and gives you a pair of blue basketball shorts and JackSepticEye shirt. "Do you own all his merch?" You ask. "Yeah, I wear it during my midnight voodoo dance sessions." You both laugh. "I'll be in my office doing some work if you need me." He walks down the hall. You walk into the bathroom and close the door. You start to think about Mark in a way you've never thought about him before. You aren't entirely sure if it's your drunken state of mind or your genuine feelings. You hug on to his basketball shorts in hopes that they'll give off that Mark smell you adore so much. He always smells like detergent and a faint masculine cologne. You strip out of you clothes and get into to the shower. As steam starts filling the air, you find yourself thinking about Mark again. You imagine his touch against your bare skin and the way he'd moan from you pleasuring him. Your hand starts to glide up your thigh and you can't help but start indulging yourself. Your thoughts are out of control, you can visualize his abs glistening with water, as if he was in the shower with you, the way his warm breath feels and the prickles from his stubble as they tickle your neck, his hardened manhood pressing against your thigh. You feel a little overwhelmed as the thoughts continue to swarm you. You imagine how it'd feel to have him inside you. You can feel his tight grip on your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Your lips touch and you accept that you're at the mercy of his hand. You snap out of your fantasy as a violent pleasure tears through you. You lean against the shower wall to catch a hold of yourself and slip back into reality. You feel confused, unsure of what hit you, causing you to have that strong fantasy... you reluctantly wish was real. A wave of embarrassment hits you, wondering if Mark heard you and what he'd think. You get out of the shower, dry off and put on Mark's clothes. You walk out of the bathroom and stop before you reach the doorway of his office. You can hear him typing at his Macbook. You're scared of what he may or may not say. You don't even know how you'd explain yourself. You take a deep breath and walk by slowly. He looks up at you and smiles. "You were in there a long time, you okay?" He asks. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine." You gulp. He has this weird grin on his face. "What?" You ask. "Oh,nothing. I just heard some sensual moans in the shower." You blush. "You did?" "Mhmm and I heard the occasional---" He tries to imitate your voice. "Ooh, Mark! Yes, Mark! Ughh, Mark!---" "Okay, I think I get the picture." You interrupt him. He can tell you're feeling embarrassed. He gets up from his desk and walks over toward you. "Were you doing what I think you were doing in there, (Y/N)?" He smirks. "And what do you think I was doing, Mark?" You tease. "I think you know." He laughs. "Okay, let's say I was doing what you think I was...what would you do about?" You get in his face and look directly into those brown eyes of his. They're filled with desire, a want, a need...an urgency. "Well, I'd wanna know what I was doing to cause you to moan like that and...how I could make that a reality." He looks back at you. You're slightly taken aback by his words but, you waste no time tending to his and your burning desires. "Well...you didn't have your shirt on." You raise your eyebrow. He obliges and removes his plaid button down shirt. His strong, masculine arms and lean torso glow in the soft light of the room. "You were also...wet." You blush slightly. He walks over toward his desk and grabs the glass of water sitting there. Then, he dumps it on top of his head letting it flow down his body. You bite you're lip, trying to contain your happiness from the fact that your girlish fantasies are happening right before your eyes. "Oh my god, Mark." You laugh. "I'm just trying to make it easier for you to imagine." He smiles. "Well this next part...I think I'd rather just surprise you." You get on your knees, slide off his belt and pop open the button on his jeans. Then, you proceed to grab the zipper with your teeth and slide it down, not taking your eyes off of his the entire time. He slides down his jeans and kicks them to the side. You grab the hem of his boxer shorts and slowly start to pull them down. You breathing starts to get heavy as you prepare yourself for the unfathomable. He looks down at you, knowing what you're going to do next. He slightly bites down on his lip and it drives you crazy. You feel such power knowing you can control his pleasure and hear those sweet baritone moans of his. His thick, hard manhood pops out of his boxers. You kiss the shaft and twist your wrists up and down his length. He lets out a moan. You drag your tongue around the base and swirl your tongue around his tip. "Fuck, (Y/N)." He breathes. You take him into my mouth as far as you can and swirl your tongue around his thick rigid, cock. It gleams as its coated in your warm saliva. It drives you insane having, him in your mouth. It's like your own Mark flavored lollipop. You wrap your lips around his shaft and start sucking up and down. He tilts his head back and lets out a long moan that echoes throughout the room.  A little bit of his hot juices slide down the back of your throat. "Mmm, you taste good." You breath as you swallow every drop of his sweetness. You cup his balls and give them a little squeeze. "(Y/N)." He moans. You love having Mark at your mercy and you want more than anything for him to just give you all of him. "Get up." He orders. You do as he says, he unexpectedly props you over his shoulder and gives your ass a slap as he carries you into his bedroom. You let out a squeal. He throws you on his bed and begins kissing your neck, nibbling at it like a little rabbit. He lifts your t-shirt above you head and tosses it on the floor. He starts to lick around your nipples and lightly nibble at them. "Mark..." You moan softly. You can tell he loves it when you say his name. He's barely even touched you and feel like you're going to fall apart. He slides your shorts off of you and you feel ready for what's about to happen. He spreads your legs and starts to rub you a softly."Fuck!" You moan again in sweet agony. He takes 2 fingers and slides them into your entrance. You bite down on your lip so hard, you can taste blood in your mouth. Some of your juices release onto his fingers. "Look at the mess you've made, (Y/N)." He pulls out his fingers and holds them up to your mouth wanting you to lick them. "Go ahead and clean it up." He smiles. You lick his fingers clean, without warning, he takes 3 fingers and shoves the into your entrance. "MARK!" You scream. He likes feeling superior and you like his controlling side. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly and then he picks up speed. "Stop teasing me, you know what I want." You say in between breaths. He slides out his fingers, reaches into his night stand drawer and grabs a condom. He tears the packaging open with his teeth, slides it on and wastes no time guiding his large manhood inside of you. He thrusts inside you with the perfect rhythm and you feel yourself getting ready to climax any minute. He goes harder and faster. All you can hear are his grunts and the sounds of your breathing. Somehow, you manage to get yourself back on top and you begin to ride on him nice and slow. He grabs your hips. "Shit, (Y/N)" You go deeper, making sure you take in all of his length. Regardless of feeling like you're going to climax, you want to take care of Mark. He flips you over, so that he's on top again and starts ramming himself into you with all his might. You can't take it anymore and you shriek in pleasure as you climax. He climaxes soon after you do. You're both lying in his bed, covered in sweat, nothing but the sound of your breathing. He takes off the condom and looks at you, "(Y/N), you can stay as long as you like." He smiles. "Okay and we can make this and everyday thing like your midnight voodoo dances." I laugh. He laughs too and you both fall asleep together.