Markiplier X Reader (Smut Warning)

💝Mark NOT Wilford🤓!

*SMUT WARNING*

You wake up, shower, brush your teeth, wrap yourself in a towel, and walk into your bedroom. As you're brushing your hair, there's a knock at the door. You slip on a red and black flannel (your fave guy left it night the before) and answer the door. You open it to see your best friend- Mark.

He looks into your (y/e/c) eyes and smiles. "Hello there, (y/n)!"

You smile back, blushing a peach pink. (You and him have been best friends since day one. Since then, you've been inseparable- but you feel something special for him.)

"Hey, Mark! What's up?" you say happily. He looks around, obviously *fakely* confused. "Who's this 'Mark' guy?"

Mark turns and- he's Wilford Warfstache!

"So fucking sexy!" you mutter as Mark winks at you. "I'm sorry Mr. Warfstache! You look just like my friend." you state, playing along. "Please, come in." you offer. He nods and walks inside, grasping your butt as he passes.

"Hey, hands off my ass!" you growl slightly- even though you really liked it.

He laughs as you 'angrily' walk into the bathroom. Little did you know: he watched you in the doorway. You take off the red and black flannel. Mark gets extremely excited as he watches you apply perfume to yourself. You turn your head when you hear a grunt. You instantly cover yourself up. "MARK!" you squeaked.

"I'm sorry, (y/n)! I can't handle myself when I'm around you!" he erratically messes with his hair.

You calm down and walk towards Mark, who was now facing the wall. You touched his shoulder gently and felt him shake slightly. He holds your hand with his right. Mark looks at you over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I know it was wrong of me. I never meant to hurt you... I really like you. You mean everything to me. I'm trying to say that I'm in love with you... I have been for a long time." he says gently.

He turns, hugs you tightly, and kisses your cheek. You're surprised, but you hug back. You somehow manage to build up enough courage to say something to Mark. "Mark." you whispered. He whispered back, "Yes?"

"I love you too, more than I could love anyone else." you bit your lip a little.

Mark smiles and gets on one knee. He looks up at you, a few light tears drip from his eyes.

"(y/n), will you be my girl?"

You smile and nod as you wipe Mark's tears. He gets off his knees and holds your waist tightly. He leans down and kisses you passionately. This takes you by surprise, but you kiss back. He tugs your hair and you moan loudly; his tongue invades your mouth. Mark gently nuzzles you into a corner and takes the flannel off of you and kisses your collarbone. You undo his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. He makes his way back up to kiss you again. You notice he's still wearing his warfstache. You gently take it off. He smiles.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Warfstache. Right now, I just want my BOYFRIEND- Mark." you giggled at the weirdness of the situation.

"You can have me all you want, Baby." Mark says with a lustful voice.

"Take me now, Mark!" You smiled.

He picks you up bridal style and lays you on your bed. Mark takes off his boxers and slides in, gently thrusting into you. As he gets even harder, he slams and pounds into you. You scream in ecstasy and they mix with Mark's groans. Your inner walls clench and quiver when you cum. Mark fits in a few sharp thrusts before he fills you with his "love." He collapses on your chest, both of you panting. You run your hands through his black fluffy hair with a big smile. You fall asleep when Mark wraps an arm around you.