Markiplier Imagines

16. Baking (xxx)

***SMUT WARNING***

My Wifey gave me some inspiration for this.

"Wow, you're one messy chick."

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You had bought a box of funfetti cake mix from the store and you were dying to make it.

You and Mark were cuddling on the couch watching The Office when you decided to get up and start baking.

"No don't leave." He whimpered, gripping your wrist.

"I'm baking a cake." You said sing-songy.

"What type of cake..." Mark said, his grip loosening.

"Funfetti." You said, hoping that would convince him.

"Fine." He groaned.

You giggled and kissed his scruffy cheek, shuffling over to the kitchen. You took out al of the ingredients.

When you took out the icing, you opened the can and started to eat it. You decided to make it up to Mark. You rubbed the icing on your lips.

You walk over to him, and kissed his lips.

"Mm. Vanilla is my favorite!" He said, tasting your lips.

About forty five minutes later, the cake was ready. It looked good! It just needed some whipped cream.

You put some on the top.

"Mark the cake's done!" You shouted from the kitchen, admiring your cake.

"Mm looks good!" Mark said walking in.

"Thank you!" You said.

"I was talking about you." Mark purred in your ear.

You blushed. "Yeah?"

"Mhm."

You pick up the can of whipped cream and spray it on your finger.

"Boop!" You said touching his nose leaving whipped cream on it.

"Hey!" He exclaimed. You kissed the whipped cream off.

He didn't think much of it.

You took some whipped cream and put it on your neck.

"Oh no... I accidentally got whipped cream on my neck..." You said helplessly.

"I'll save you!" Mark said heroically.

He sucked the whipped cream off of your neck, making you moan.

"Markimoo you're my hero!" You giggled.

"Just doing my job." He winked at you.

You then took the can of whipped cream and put it in your hand and you fling some at Mark.

"Alright, two can play at that game!" He said

He took some and flung it at you.

"Hey!" You exclaimed.

You started to throw whipped cream at each other.

"Truce! Truce!" Mark said, his hands in the air.

"Fine."

You took some icing and put it on your finger. You smeared some all over his face and ran away.

"Hey you get back here!" He said chasing you.

You attempted to run up the stairs but he caught you and carried you to the kitchen, your leg wrapped around his waist.

He sucked on your neck and sat you on the kitchen counter.

"Let's get you out of these dirty clothes." He said softly.

He took off you shirt revealing your white bra, along with your shorts. You were in nothing but your undergarments.

Still sitting on the counter, you take off his blue v-neck along with his black basketball shorts leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

You went to hop off the counter but he stopped you.

"Let's just do it here." He whispered in your ear.

"Really?"

"Yeah... Something about banging you on this counter turns me on..."

He stepped in the space between your legs.

He made out with you while you slowly laid down on the counter. He slid off you underwear and unhooked your bra all while he took off his boxers.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

"Ready?" He asked.

You nodded and he placed himself inside you.

You closed your eyes as he thrusted, giving out a couple of moans.

You felt yourself reaching your boiling point.

"M-Mark I'm-"

You climaxed, arching your back.

Mark licked your lady bits.

"Wow, you're one messy chick." He laughed.

You giggled at his comment and kissed his forehead.

Tell me if you want more of these smut ones in the future, cause trust me I can go there. ;)