Markiplier Smuts

Wrestle Me

If there's one thing about Mark that I love, it's his laugh. He has such a sweet, deep, resonating laugh. That's why I enjoy playing with him. Being a carefree easygoing soul, he laughs a lot. A LOT. Especially when provoked with fingers. One of our favorite things to do ever since we were kids was wrestle. We always have played rough with one another, he knows I can take it and I know he's a guy-and guys play rough. Mark and I have been wearing each other out wrestling on the living room floor. "Okay, (y/n)...you know the rules: no hair pulling, no biting, no scratching, and no tickling." I giggled, getting ready to pounce. "Fine." I said. "Let's just do this!" We charged each other and collided. Mark started out beneath me and I struggled to remain on top. He found a way to wrestle out from underneath me and pulled me tightly against his body, trying to put me in a choke hold. I wrestled away from him. He flopped straight onto my back, taking me down. I growled at him and whipped around. We wrestled with one another until I wound up on bottom. We were both laughing so hard at that point that it was hard for Mark not to collapse onto me. I reached up and tickled his neck. He bent his head down with a quickness. "Stop (y/n)!" he laughed. His elbows buckled a bit and he collapsed onto me. For a moment we laid there nose to nose, looking into each others' eyes. Mark had a curious look on his face. He pecked my cheek. I laughed. "It's more like this." I said, kissing him passionately. He caught on quickly, moaning and grunting into the kiss. He nipped at my bottom lip, swiping his tongue along it. I parted my lips slightly, letting him in. He breathed deeply into the kiss, and I felt his stiff manhood against my thigh. He broke the kiss. "Do...do you want to...you know?" he blushed. I blushed too, and looked away. "Yeah." I squeaked, a bit embarrassed. Mark knelt and undressed. I watched him pull his boxers off, making his manhood spring out. I gasped a bit. He was much bigger than I expected. He just smiled a little smile at me and asked me to strip down. I obeyed, watching him bite my lip as I removed my bra. "Damn baby." he said, massaging my breasts. I moaned his name. He tossed both of my legs into the air and entered me gently, being sure to enjoy every moment. When he was all the way in he gushed a content sigh. "(Y/N)..." he groaned. I bit my lip as he began thrusting and making my body shake. I held my legs up for him and he grabbed one, twisting it into position. "Yes, Mark! Right there!" I moaned, reaching out to touch him. "You like that baby?" He asked between moans. I could only respond with moans of my own. "I'm not gonna last much longer." Mark muttered in pleasure. "Me either, but don't stop!" I cried. Mark upped his thrusting until my knot came undone and I came all over him. He slowed a bit, then pulled out and came all over my hips, rapidly stroking himself until he finished his orgasm. He planted kisses on me all over my neck. "I think I love you." He said, laughing. I blushed. "Oh stop." I said. "No...really. I was really into that. I think I really do love you. Will...will you date me?" I was shocked but overjoyed. "Yes!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him. He embraced me tightly and kissed the top of my head.