Markiplier Smuts

The Makeup

A/N this is part 2 of a two-part story

MARK

"Hey (y/f/n), it's Mark...is (y/n) there?" I paused, listening to their response. "Can I talk to her?" She told me no. "Is she over there?" She told me yes. "Okay. I'm glad she's safe...bye." Perfect. Sure I couldn't talk to her, but I could find her now. I got in my car, nervous and nauseated. I had no idea how she would react to me being there. I drove the few miles to her friend's apartment and knocked on the door. Her friend answered. She looked at me with wide eyes, then turned and got (y/n) for me. (Y/N) immediately dropped her eyes when she saw me. We both said nothing, I didn't have any words. "I'm sorry." I finally managed to say, tears forming in my eyes. "Sorry? No, I don't think so. Say hi to your new girlfriend for me." she said, starting to close the door. "I don't have anyone (y/n)...I faked it." She stopped closing the door. "Why?" she asked. "Because I'm cocky and didn't want to admit that you hurt me." She stood there and looked at me with a blank expression on her face. "Well...you hurt me with that. You said you were fine." She started closing the door. I put my foot in the way. "Please, come over and at least talk." I begged. She stood with her arms crossed, a stern expression painted on her face. "Fine." she said, coming out of the door. I felt a sense of relief. At least she was willing to talk about things. I drove us back to my place. She sat on the couch across from me looking unamused and uninterested. "(Y/N), I'm sorry that we were fighting so much...it was all mostly my fault. I wasn't being fair to you. I need you and things have not been good since you've been gone." She looked at me as if I had 5 eyes. "(Y/N), please give me another chance. I'm so sorry." I was on the verge of tears waiting to hear what she had to say.

YOU

I wasn't really sure what to do. Mark was so genuinely sad...but I was still hurt. "I...I dunno, Mark. Things really got out of hand. Yeah there were a few times where I started everything...but things were just off into the weeds for so long. I can't deal with that again." I saw Mark get even more nervous than he was before. "I just don't know." He bit his lip as tears rolled from his eyes. "(Y/N) I can't deal with life without you. You're my best friend." Those words hit me deeply. I looked at him. "I..." I started. I really didn't know what to say. "I love you Mark. I didn't want to leave but I was trapped. We fought even as I was leaving. Everything was all fucked up...I want to give things another shot, but don't want us to argue like that ever again." Mark's face lit up. He came and hugged me tightly. "I am so sorry." he whimpered. "It's okay...stop apologizing. Let's just get everything right where it needs to be...including my bags." I said. Mark volunteered to go get my backs from my friend's apartment for me and I graciously accepted his offer. While he was out I jumped in the shower. When I was toweling off in our room I saw that all of the gifts I'd ever given him were laying on the bed, just like that stupid picture we took at PAX...the one I laid face down before leaving. He cared intimately. I hadn't realized how much he cared about me...about us. I was standing there naked when I felt a pair of hands around my waist. I turned around, and thankfully it was Mark. He looked me up and down. "Is this for me?" he asked. I blushed.I hadn't meant to be standing there nude when he came home...but I didn't mind. "Yes..." I said shyly. I let him lead me to the bed and crawl on top of me. He kissed my neck and collar bones. "I missed you (y/n), please don't ever go again." I drew my nails down his back. "I won't." I said, looking into his deep brown, pleading eyes. It was pretty clear I had shattered his heart. He eased his way out of his pants and inside of me. He was so sensual. "I want to make love to you tonight (y/n)...save the fucking for another time." he breathed into my ear. My skin had a million goosebumps crawling on it. I held his face close to mine and kissed him. He treated me like I was made of glass and paper, making sure to love every square inch of me gently. When I finally climaxed he finished so gently, being sure to bow his head under my chin to kiss my neck again. He embraced me, cuddling me, kissing me, and complimenting me. I stroked his cheek gently. "I love you Mark." I whispered. "I love you too (y/n)...I'm so glad you're back here with me...where you belong."