Darkiplier Smuts

Mark x Dark

A/N. For giselleherrera_panda. 

DARK

Have I ever mentioned that I go both ways? I do. I've only messed around with Mark, though...I don't have any interest in his lame-ass roommates, and any guys he's brought around haven't appealed to me. I'm very picky about guys...ladies, not so much...but guys...they have to be perfect. I'm sick of women right now. I've had streams of them pouring in and out of here over the last few months...ever since I've been visible, actually. I have some serious charm and charisma, what can I say? I've been needling Mark to come to bed with me, but thus far my advances have been returned with nothing. I'm beginning to get a bit frustrated with him. I guess I'll have to max out my seduction.

Mark is a horrible cook. Everyone runs when he breaks out the pots and pans. Tonight was no different. He started cooking and everyone decided that fast food sounded better. Of course I hung around, waiting, knowing that he wouldn't have anywhere to run to. I caught him off guard. "You look bored." I said. He ignored me, continuing to grab pots and pans. "What are you doing?" I asked, innocently. "Nothing." he said. "And you're mad at me why exactly?" Mark looked over at me. "I'm not mad at you." he said, flatly. "You sound pretty salty to me." I remarked. Mark glared at me. "It's been rough the past few days, okay? I'm not in the greatest mood is all." I scowled. "Well...I could probably fix that." I said. Mark shot a look at me. "How?" I peeled my shirt off. Mark's face got a bit flushed. "Go ahead, touch me." I taunted. Mark extended a hand and ran it down my chest.  I bit my lip. "Come on, I know you want me." I teased. Mark shook his head. "I don't know why, but you're right. I do." I pushed him up against the wall and kissed him roughly. He bit into my sweet spot hard and I clawed his back right through his shirt. "Where do you want to go?" he asked between moans. I looked over at the kitchen table. "Let's just stay here." I breathed into his ear. I felt his skin develop a million goosebumps. I pushed him face down onto the kitchen table and tore at his clothes. I made sure to press against him hard. He gave me a weak moan in response. I slowly inserted myself into him. It had been so long I forgot how good he felt wrapped around me. We started slow, but Mark has always liked rough sex. He begged me to go faster. I had a vice grip on both of his hips and slammed into him. I flipped him around and made him look into my eyes as I railed him. He left a long trail of scratch marks down my chest. I reached down and stroked him as he stared into my eyes. "God, I'm so close." he moaned. "Me too!" I said between breaths. I continued to stroke him quickening my strokes and thrusts until he finally hit his release. I finished shortly afterward, sweating and panting. I pulled Mark off the table and kissed him roughly. He stared into my eyes for awhile. "Feel better?" I asked, stepping outside, cigarette in mouth. Mark just continued to stare at me. "Much." he finally said. "I guess I didn't realize how badly I needed that release...sorry if I blew you off." I took a long drag. "Don't worry about it." I said,nonchalantly, leaning up against the door frame. Mark embraced me tightly. I peered into his eyes. "What?" I asked, taking another drag. "Can you sleep in my bed tonight?" he asked like a little child. I just gave him my infamous evil grin. "I can't sleep there, per se, but we can definitely do that again." Mark nudged me, bucking his hips up against me. He pressed his face into my chest. "I love you." I chuckled. "I love me, too."