Random Markiplier Smut (Requests Open)

Daddy! Dark x Little! Mark

"Wise men say only fools rush in"

Dark looks up from his paperwork to see Mark, dressed in a pastel blue baggy sweater and a black miniskirts, matching with his cat knee high socks. A soft blush fall overs his face as small tears well up in his eyes.

"What's wrong, baby boy?" Dark asks, looking at him.

"It hurts, daddy." He whines.

"What hurts?" He says getting up from his chair.

"But I can't help falling in love with you."

He walks over to Mark, who had crossed his legs, placing his baggy sweater covered hands in his lap. He kneels down and wipes a tear from his eye.

"M-my heart daddy."

"Why does it hurt?"

"I dunno. It feel weird." He says softly, looking down for a moment before looking up at him. "It tingles whenever I see you."

"I think that's love."

"Shall I stay?"

"Love?" He asks. "What's that?"

"Love is..." Dark thinks for a moment, trying to think of how to explain it. "It's good. It's when two people feel the need to be with eachother no matter what. And care for them."

"Do you love me?" Mark asks, looking at him with big doe eyes.

"Would it be a sin?"

"Of course, I love you." He says smiling.

"Why do you never say it, then?"

"Because... Because I feel like if I only say in once in a while it feels more important." He says softly. "So you know that I love you when your sad, happy, angery. Whenever."

"I love you too, Daddy."

Dark blushes softly and leans towards Mark, placing a hand on his cheek before connecting their lips. Marks sweater clad hands quickly reach up to Darks arms to hold them. Dark deepens the kiss, pushing Mark onto the floor completely, Mark uncrossing his legs only to wrap them around Darks waist. Mark lets out a soft moan as Dark starts to kiss his neck, biting his sweet spot.

"If I can't help falling in love with you."

Mark lets small moans fall out out of Marks mouth as Dark deepens the kiss, placing his hands on the boys hips. Mark hums in response and grinds up against Darks crotch. Dark kisses across the cheek, to the ear, then the jawline, finally making it back down to his neck, were the small bruises were already appearing. Dark couldn't help but take notice at the small tears forming in Marks eyes the second he broke contact with his neck to look at him.

"Are you okay?" Dark asks softly.

"Like a river flows."

Mark nods softly, feeling Darks hand gentle caress his left cheek, rubbing his thumb of the soft red the covered his face.

"I-I love you, daddy." Mark says softly, looking at him. "So much."

"I love you too, baby."

They kiss once more, Dark now removing his own dress shirt button my button, slowly and sweetly, as to not break the kiss. Mark kisses deeply, loving the subtle taste of strawberry and whiskey on the tops breath. Normally Mark hated whiskey, but when he was kissing his daddy, he found it intoxicating. Literally. The taste only made him kiss rougher and with more need. Swiftly, Dark picks Mark up, Mark clinging onto Dark as they walked down the hall to the bedroom.