No Way in Hell (MarkiplierXReader)

Chapter 16

"Where's your bathroom?"

I looked at the clothes he gave me, a misfits shirt and some skinny jeans. He is such a poser, or maybe he's just a scene kid, I can't tell yet. I started taking my wet top off, I wish I wasn't here. That doesn't mean I wish I was home, I'm glad I'm not there but I still wish I wasn't here. I pulled the top off over my head and watched as my money fell to the floor. Fuck, where can I put that? I'm not going to be wearing a bra, I won't even have underwear. I am not going to ask Mark to hold it, I don't care if he is rich, that doesn't mean I trust him with my money. I could ask Mark for underwear but I won't, he could get the wrong idea, which he will, he's a guy. I put the money on his fancy sink counter. How rich is he? Obviously rich enough to live in a separate house from his parents. I pulled the shirt over my head and looked into the huge mirror that hung on the wall. I still felt cold, I should ask for a sweatshirt or something. The shirt was a little big on me, it looks tight on Mark, am I really that much skinnier? I started taking off my bottoms when I heard a small knock on the door.

"What?" I asked, not too sweetly.

"Need help?" He asked, I could tell he was smiling.

"Stop sitting next to the door hoping I'll moan your name."

"Okay." He gave a quiet laugh. I hate him so much. I placed my bottoms on the floor over my top before grabbing Mark's pants. As I pulled on the pair of pants I wondered where I should put my money. No bra, bag.. I do have pockets in Mark's skinny jeans, let's just hope I don't forget about it. I put the money in his very spacy pockets and grabbed my wet clothes, hanging them on the top of the glass door to the bathless shower. He is so rich, I can not get over it. Just his bathroom is the size of my bedroom.

I unlocked the door and walked out into the hallway. Mark wasn't there, should I call for him? Nah, if he wanted to show me around he knew where I was, now it's his fault for leaving. I started down the hall going to the door at the end where Mark got the clothes. The door was closed, which meant he didn't want me going in, I placed my hand above his fancy ass door nob and hesitated to pull it away. I really wanted to go in but I am not that  big of a bitch. I turned away from the door and went to the next. It looked like guest bedroom, it was set up very nicely.

...I bet he screws girls on that. Actually I bet he doesn't even make it to the bedroom, he'll do it anywhere. I did wonder how comfortable the bed was, mine was terrible, I never got enough sleep. I walked into the room and laid down on the bed. It was squishy and soft and made for rich people. I closed my eyes, I could sleep here. I let me muscles relax, I could definitely sleep here, except for the fact that this is Mark's place. I opened my eyes and stood back up. Quickly I walked out of the room and looked back at it, it didn't look like I was in there for even a second. I turned to continue around the house when I was jump-scared with the standing Mark.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. "Where the fuck did you come from?" I asked.

"That place I left." He smiled. "Whaddya doin'?"

"Looking around, what's it to ya?"

"So, how are those clothes fitting​?" He leaned forward.

"Fine." His lips flashed from my eyes to my lips quickly. No no no, this asshole is NOT going to kiss me I repeat NOT! I needed to say something, he needed to say something, something needed to be said. He seemed to get closer to me I didn't move, what was going on? Why wasn't I trying to leave this situation, I obviously don't like this. I could slap him, leave, right now. I was running out of time to do something! I didn't want this! I hated him, I continue to hate him.

My eyes quickly flashed to his lips. What is wrong with me right now? I didn't pull away I just stood there as he leaned forward.

There he was.

His lips so close to mine.

Getting closer by the millisecond.

And I wasn't going to do anything...

He placed his lips on mine.

WHAT IS GOING ON? WHY AM I ALLOWING THIS? WHY IS HE KISSING ME?

...why am I kissing back..?

I begged myself to stop, to pull away from him, but I wasn't. This was the grossest, sweetest, moment in my life. I love hated it so much. I wanted this to contin-stop. I was so confused.

He slid his tung into my mouth.

Stop! Don't stop! Please!

His hands found their way to the bottom of my shirt.

Don't touch me! Please! Come closer!

He ran his hands up my shirt getting closer to my chest.

I swear if you get any closer! I might just beg for more!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY MIND RIGHT NOW? THIS NEVER HAPPENS!

I am never confused on my feelings, I hate him, why don't I hate him? Maybe it's the fact that he's wrapping his arms around me. Why do I love his touch so much? Why don't I want to step away. How do I know I'm going to regret this and still want to continue?

"Jump." He pulled away from my face for one second.

I jumped, he grabbed onto my thighs holding me up off the ground.

Why did I jump? This isn't like me! This isn't me!

He walked into the guest bedroom, I guess he does make it to the bed.

Stop him! I don't want to go this far! I won't go this far.

He laid me on my back, I looked up at him from the bed as he took his shirt off. God his muscles were toned.

I don't care about that! All he cares about is sex! He will just dump you like he does every other girl, he just wants to use you!

He kissed me, I felt him start to unbutton my pants, he looked to hot.

...maybe I want to be used...

I DONT!

"Stop." I said. He stop and looked at me for a second then he gave that evil smile.

"You don't want me to." He laughed and continued.

Well at least I can say I tried.

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Hey, so um what do you think of this chapter? XD. And QUESTION! Should I write a smutty chapter?? Comment! I'd like to know, I haven't written one yet but I have *cough* *cough* read a bunch *cough* *cough*. So let me know, Coolio!

BUH BYE!!! Lol (lots of love)

-Me