The Gamer-Lympics (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Ten

"Guys honestly, I don't play horror games. I mean I like them and I'll play it if I have to but just nope. Jack called me a chicken, and I took that personally." My laugh couldn't contain itself hidden at that comment.

I could feel my anxiety rising with shit game that has me screaming at least every 5 minutes. My momma didn't raise a bitch so I'm finishing it. And I did, miserably but I did.

I am going to England. The plane ticket is already bought. Nobody knows this, not even Sean. I'm gonna break an entry to his house--I'm kidding I won't do that, but I need to know his address. So I called Mark.

"Yesss half moon??" He answers

"Half moon?"

"That's my nickname to you so like it. What's up?"

I chuckled, "I need Jackaboy's home addy. I'm going to surprise him." From the other I line I could hear someone clapping in the background followed by Mark's annoying laugh he does.  "Step off! It's not like that. Help a friend out." I blushed. Mark stopped laughing after a minute and gave me the address so I could write it down.

"Remember you can't tell, nobody can know."

"Okay I won't. See ya (Y/n)."

I hopped in victory. Let's do this. I made the most messed up excuse to be absent for school and work. I'm good for now. I took an Uber to the airport and the whole time I was declining or missing Sean's FaceTime attempts. 

GreenBean: Are you in school or working? I keep forgetting the time difference.

My finger hovered over the keyboard, debating whether I should reply. He didn't text again though. That sucked. Before the plane took off I decided to send a sleepy emoji. That he immediately saw but did not reply to. One eternity of a flight later, and not even that because I had to switch flights in London. I finally made it to Brighton though.

I feel so weird here, this is a place I thought I'd never visit. I told the driver the address and we there fairly quick, it was little past 6pm I believe.  "Thank you," I paid him and got off with my luggage. Unlike Jack I brought a big one only. 

Before I crossed to his property I texted him quick to make sure he's home. He answered saying he was recording.

(Y/n): Come outside..

GreenBean: What do you mean come outside? Why?

(Y/n): There's a package. The delivery guy has to have you sign something to confirm.

He didn't respond so that means he's walking. I put on my hood to cover my face and look down, then his door open and he comes out. "Hi, wh--" he paused.

Shit, I wasn't quick enough. He must have saw my face. I couldn't help myself to laugh gently but I did which made Sean push back my hood.  "(Y/n)? What, how? How?"

"You're glitching haha."

Sean literally pulled me by collar directly into a kiss. My feet left the ground as he literally spins with me in his arms.  "How did you know where I live?" He say shortly after parting,  "I have my ways."

"Mark told you."

I nodded chuckling. He grabbed my hand and guided me into his house. It was a beautiful modern place, its amazing.  "I like your home, Jack. I was expecting a mess." I told him as he scratched bis head,  "yeah I cleaned it today for some reason. It was a complete hoarder's place a couple hours ago." Sean laughed. 

"Though, thats not the best part."

He then takes me to his studio, the sound proof padding, the shelves...and ofc the creepy cut outs of him, poodiepie and Mark. "I wonder why you have these," I swipe my finger on Sean's cut out where its drawn.  "Vandalize them when I stream sometimes."

I saw the white board had nothing written so I went to it and wrote a message. Short and sweet. I could tell 'Laugh' was written previously by the trails of trying to erase it.  "LOVE" I yelled as I wrote then slammed the marker down. On the bottom shelf of the desk laid the bell Sean so uses whenever something cringe happens so I went to pick it up.  Getting on my knees in the process.

But Sean grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him, our faces touching. We're both kneeling now. My hand cupped his cheek and for a second he tilted into it. Though he was holding some serious eye contact. I couldn't hold it so I looked down.  "Look at me," I was forced to look up at his eyes again.

Under my blouse his hands slipped up my spine slowly. It gave me chills.  "Did you miss me, (Y/n)?"

"I did miss you.." I take a breath in at his touch, gripping the back of his shirt. If consent was a person, this would be it. "What you do me." I said to him, he mirrored my head movement. Before I caught his lips on mine. 

Sean pulled me closer to him as our mouths devoured each other, I could feel him against my pelvis. As our kiss got heavier, we got hotter, and in literal both ways. Sean went for my thighs, making me fall back on the carpet floor. I did the same as he did I slipped my hands under his shirt, slipping it up his shoulder and off.  "So that's the mood you're in?" Sean smirked.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and oulled him down in which he yelled.  "You started."

"I did," we kissed again. Sean pulled me up to sit on his lap while making out. He unzipped my sweater letting it drop then took off my blouse. Though all this was happening our mouths never parted and our hands never stopped exploring. As he pulled away to kiss my neck, I undid his belt.

As my back was back on the floor, with my own legs I lowered his pants with his underwear.  "Woah, that's impressive Celesté." He giggles. But I shut him up by flipping him to the side and straddled him.  "How about now?"

His fist wraps around my throat though I do the same.  "I never thought you were innocent," I Begin to rock myself back and forth on his manhood and I felt Sean pick up his legs and grab my hips, lifted me to position himself.

"Ready?"

I slide myself down slow, gasping in the process then inserted it all until I sat on him. That was a little painful I'm not gonna lie. But Sean was kind enough to let me sink in literally and wait. He began to lift his hips up and down sliding in and out of me with ease. A small moan left my mouth as I went down to make out with him.

He continues to fuck me as we do and I can't help but to make all random noises in his mouth. Not to mention he's also panting. Slowly I take his off my hips and pinned them on either side of head, interlacing them. Though I put all my upper weight and took control of the fucking.

I start to bounce up and down hard on him, his mouth is now open and moaning silently. It slide out once but I just rocked against it until it slipped back in by itself.  "(Y/n)," Sean moaned.  "What?"

His eyes were shut and his head would jerk at my bounces. It is the hottest thing ever.
He almost shuffling his feet, I thought he'd pick up static. He is also fighting my grip. Then I stopped.  "Why would you do that?" He questioned.  "I don't want you to cum yet." I replied.

The look he gave me was serious. My grip breaks from his wrists and he clasps my hips. And starts fucking me very hard and fast. I screamed at the speed and also the mix of emotions I'm holding. His arms wraps around me as the other wraps my throat. Holding eye contact, I could barely breathe.  "You like that?" He says in a deep voice. One I've never heard. 

"Y--yes. Ah!"

The oxygen was cutting off a little but then Sean lifted me off him suddenly. Aiming his dick at me and shot his load all over my body. He was absolutely out of breath.  "That was a close one," he managed to say. "One more stroke and it would have bust inside you."

"Didn't know you had a pull out game."

Its warm, dripping down my stomach. Sean smiled at what he saw like it was the Nobel Prize.  "I'll get a towel."