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Burning my pancakes (Markiplier)

Mark Fishbach~ swearing, light smut 

 I stir awake as the sun streams into the familiar room, past the pale white curtains of my boyfriend's apartment. I shift and flinch. Who knew your first time would leave you so sore... Probably a lot of people. I sighed and rolled over, tensing up a little at the sharp pain emitting from between my legs. I carefully get up and make my way to the bathroom. I wash up my face and use the restroom before heading downstairs to make breakfast. I start up some pancakes, humming gently to myself.

It's about fifteen minutes later when cold fingers slide against my waist.

"Morning beautiful," Mark's gravely morning voice purrs into my ear, sending chills through my entire body.

"Good morning," I breathe out weakly.

"You look nice in my shirt. Steal that off the floor?" He chuckles, toying with the hem of the shirt. I blush furiously, my eyes fluttering shut.

"I doubt I look nice and yes I did," I say softly as I turn around, draping my arms across Mark's shoulders. He pouts playfully at me as my eyes skim over his bare torso, taking in the hickeys I had littered across it.

"Something you see that you like?" He murmurs, hands sliding under my shirt a little, giving me goosebumps. I nod a little, my cheeks turning a light red. I suddenly remember the pancakes.

"Mark, I'm cooking!" I say suddenly, quickly turning around and frowning at my now burnt pancakes. He laughs, pressing against my back.

"Whoops."

I can see that this pancake is burnt, so I huff and toss it onto an empty plate to throw away later. Mark leans down and nibbles on the shell of my ear, making me shiver.

"Mark, stooop, I'm cooking," I whine out as his hands slide back under the shirt.

"Mm, I'm sorry you just look so fucking good," He growls into my ear. I shudder and click off the stove.

"If you weren't so sexy I would kill you," I grumbled, taking the pan off the stove. He laughs low as he backs away from me. I start cleaning up and shove the plate of cooked pancakes into the microwave before spinning around to face Mark. His eyes are hooded and dark. I huff and drape my arms around his neck.

"I love you," He mumbles, kissing me slowly. I hum as I kiss him back, letting him nibble on my lips and push me against the counter. He grips the back of my thighs and lifts me up to put me on the table. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding against him a little. This is going to be a long and busy day.