Bloodstream - Septiplier

Chapter 1

shoutout to LemonLily for giving me a wonderful idea for the second chapter of this :) this chapter will just be a lemon/smut tease, like I exclaimed in the last chapter. this will prob make me uncomfortable when I make the tease, but

SEPTIPLIER AWAYYYY!!!

Jack's POV

My mind overflowed with thoughts, over 50% of those thoughts being terrible.

"I still don't believe you love me."

Mark stayed silent, when I took a glance at him without moving my head, just my eyes, he was smirking.

I walked through the heavily damp grass in my front yard, looking up at the house that my mom owned. She was away most weeks, so I barely saw her.

I took out the keys that jingled in my pocket the whole time Mark and I walked back to my- or, my mother's house. Harshly pushing the key into the keyhole on the doorknob, (I KNEW THAT WOULD SOUND DIRTY UGH) I turned the key, hearing the successful noise of it unlocking.

I pushed the door open, forcing the keys to budge out of the hole.

(I'M SORRY FOR THE VERY SLOW BEGINNING NOT GETTING INTO IT, MY MOM WILL NOT GET OUT OF MY ROOM I'M TRIGGERED)

As soon as I walked in the door, I was smashed into the wall. Mark's hand had protected my head from being hurt, since his hand was wrapped around it.

Mark's lips were pressed against mine. I love it, and every second of it. When Mark took a breath, staring into my eyes, there was heat between us.

He picked me up, but not bridal style, he just threw my upper half over his shoulder. He walked into my bedroom, shutting the door and locking it. He threw me onto the bed and hovered over the top of me.

His sly, but friendly smile comforted me. Mark closed the gap between us, nibbling on my neck with pleasure. A small moan slipped out of my mouth, and I could feel Mark smile against my neck.

He moved up, biting on my earlobe ever-so softly. My breathing hitched every once in awhile. He got up. I could feel the bed become flat once again. He took his shirt off, having me sit up properly. He slid mine off as well. I laid back down, he closed the now non-existent gap between us again.

I felt his body hit mine once again, and I shivered.

He moved down, gently kissing and exploring most of my upper half.

He tugged at my jeans, glaring up at me for confirmation. I nodded, gripping both sides of the bed sheet, making both of my hands occupied. He ripped my jeans off as soon as I told him he could.

He examined the bulge in my boxers.

"Here goes nothing."