A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)

Chapter 14

It was pretty much official that you and Mark were together. You had stayed together constantly for the past 3 weeks. You were mostly at your house since that was where your canvas's were.

You had thought that you and (bf/n) had an amazing love in the beginning. But it was nothing like Mark's love. Mark's love was everything. It was the sea that washed over the sand at beaches. It was the paint that filled so many pieces of white blank paper with color. It was the roses in front of the Eiffel Tower, shedding its peddles ever so slightly.

Mark was just different in his own way. He was goofy, funny, a gentleman. You couldn't help but like him.

Today, you were sitting side by side on the couch, trying to teach him how to draw once again.

"I'm never gonna get it," he sighed, frustrated. Since you had been together you had watched a lot of his videos, so you got most of his game jokes now.

"Just think of the kittens, Mark," you smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"You know, you really should 'paint me like one of your French girls'," he says, quizzically.

"On a canvas?"

"No, like, literally paint me. I'll be your canvas. Oh! I know! We'll paint each other," he said, excitedly.

"I don't know, Mark."

"It'll be fun, trust me."

So you moved all the furniture out of the living room, spread out a plastic wrap so you wouldn't get the floor dirty, and then got paint.

You both had your own little tubs of paint. They were non poisonous, so that way if you got in your mouth it wouldn't hurt you.

"Okay," you said, "on the count of 3, we'll throw a whole tub of paint on each other."

He nodded and you started counting. He threw his paint early, laughing a goofy laugh. He grinned and you threw the paint on his face. He spit some of it out. You almost died of laughter. He looked hilarious. His whole face and hair were covered with blue paint. He smiled. You both grabbed paint brushes.

You dipped yours into a tub of green paint. He dipped his into red and then splattered it all over your nose, mouth, and chin. You spit some of it out and laughed. You then painted a giant happy face on his shirt.

You continued until you were completely painted. You were both colorful. This would be a pain to wash off.

All of a sudden, you felt his hands on your hips, "You know, (f/n), my lips are blue right now."

"Yes, and mine are red," you giggled, blushing, but he wouldn't be able to tell that since you were covered in paint.

"Wanna make purple?" He grinned.

You leaned up and connected your lips with his, you put your hands around his neck and he held you close. You got chills. He started to make his way down your face to your neck. You felt a sensation you'd never felt before when he kissed your neck so passionately. His lips were like sunshine they were so warm. He stopped after a second, "(f/n), we still haven't painted all of each other yet."

"No, we haven't have we?" You began to tug his shirt off. When you got it off you grabbed purple paint and smeared it on your hands. You pulled him back in for a kiss, this time more passionate. You put one hand on his back and one on his chest. He was pretty muscular, which you never realized until now. You left handprints on his chest and back every time you moved your hands. He somehow got his tongue into your mouth and began exploring it. You let your tongues tango.

He broke the kiss once again to take your tank top off. He then got some yellow paint and dipped his fingers in it. He leaned forward brushing his lips against yours, semi seductively. He brought his finger down on your back, you could feel the paint coming from his fingers and onto your back. The coldness of it made you make a little noise.

He began to unbutton your pants, but you stopped him cautiously. After what had happened with (bf/n) you were somewhat scared of even thinking about sex. But Mark only put his fingers up to your lips and whispered into your ear, "It'll be okay, I promise."

You gave in and let him unbutton your pants. He dipped his fingers into red paint and rubbed your thigh, slowly getting closer to your "private area". You unbuttoned his pants, and get them off, laying them beside your other clothes. You both were now almost completely naked.

You both painted each other's bodies while looking into each other's eyes and touching lips.

There was so much paint on the floor that you accidentally slipped, landing on the floor with Mark on top of you. He got some paint from off the floor and painted up to your thigh while making his way down your body with his lips. He unhooked your bra and took his boxers off. He slid your underwear down, and this would've made you embarrassed, but the way he looked at you, made you feel like he would never judge you, and he probably never would. Everything was just a slow blur of rapid breathing and your bodies moving together.