Septiplier SMUT shots

Appocolypse (PART 1)

Ties into A Rare Disease- One shots (NOT SEPTIPLIER)

(REVISED 1/30/17 17:07)

Sorry. I love military time. I you do the know what that is it's 5:07pm.
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Jacks POV

We raced into Marks house, terrified of the things that had been chasing us.

Raven slid down the door, shaking. "What were those?" She said, her voice breaking.

"I...I don't know..." I said, mostly to myself, confused. They looked like humans, but... Different.

A bang on the door shook me out of my thoughts. "We should head upstairs. It'll be safer." Mark said, not sounding the least bit afraid.

He played alot of zombie based games and researched them in his free time, so he probably had seen it coming.

Raven instantly dashed into the guest room, locking the door and leaving us on our own.

I heavily dropped onto the bed and Mark sat next to me. "It's okay. This had been coming for years. The Russians hated us."

I nodded. "It 'was' plastered all over the news last week that they threatened to release a chem disease."

Mark nodded. "You know to much about zombies. It's creepy." I whispered.

He kissed my forehead and we heard a pleasured moan from across the hall. "How can Raven mastrabate at a time like this?" I whispered.

(To readers of A Rare Disease- Jack wasn't at the doctor's meeting. He came to walk them home afterwards.)

Mark sighed. "I need to tell you something." He took a deep breath. "Raven... she has a rare disease. Sh-"

"W-WHAT?!?" I yelled, startling myself. "It's not life threatening." "Oh thank god." I whispered, my hand above me heart.

"It's rare, but it causes extreme pain waves if she hasn't had any sexual activity in the past 48 hours." He said plainly, laying it on me.

I stared at him, not believing it. Then I thought about it and she 'was' always in pain if nothing had happened...

"She literally has to..." I whispered, my voice full of sympathy.

I felt bad, but I had to admit it. Her moans were working on me like magic. I swallowed and shifted uncomfortably.

My eyes trailed to the crotch of Marks jeans before I could stop them. I saw his rock hard bulge and couldn't help but smile.

"Same." I whispered. "Wanna?" He said,his husky voice turning me on even more.

Before I could say a word, he crushed his mouth against mine, sending us flying back onto the bed with him on top of me.

I moaned as he kissed the sweet spot on my neck and rubbed my crotch through my jeans.

"Fuck Mark ah~" I moaned as my hips rose to receive more friction from his hand.

"Shhh..." He said, putting a finger over my lips. "You don't want to disturb Raven."

I groaned, barely being satisfied. I pushed his hand away, wanting HIM, not his hand.

He tried to reach for me again and I grabbed his wrist. "Stop it!" "Why? I thought you wanted this."

I rolled my eyes. "You know exactly what I want." He smirked and picked me up, leaning me over the wooden desk across the room.

He pulled my jeans and boxers down only half way, pinning my in place. He grabbed my hair.

"M-Mark what are you a-ah~!" I loudly moaned as he plunged into me, instantly hitting my prostate.

My nails dug into the wood and even with how short they were, I still left small crescent shapes.

I tried with all of my might to push back onto him when he pulled out, desperate for more, but he had me stuck in place.

My eyes rolled back into my eyes as he ferociously pounded into me, exactly the way I wanted him to.

"Oh fuckmm~" I moaned, feeling my gut tighten. I tightly closed my eyes and felt my mouth open slightly as my breath lost its normalcy.

I had completely forgotten about the fucked up apocalypse. It was nice to forget the world was going to shit.

"Oh yes... Right THERE!" I screamed as he hit a more sensitive part of my prostate, causing my body to start shaking and pre-cum to drip on the desk.