One Shot Book (Danti/Septiplier)

Worse Than Nicotine

~ Septiplier One Shot ~

1817 Words

Jack is a slut who sleeps with anyone he wants and Mark is a punk, both share a deep hatred for 'love' and a need for cigarettes
(Title From The Panic! At The Disco Song, Idea From "You Love I" by Melanie Martinez)
*Smut Mentioned But Mostly Angsty-ish Fluff*

Third Person POV *Focused On Mark*:

Love.

The word left a bitter taste in Mark's mouth. You see, he never liked the idea of being in love or falling in love. Rule of highschool: have fun and don't "love" anyone. Although, it seems he's broken his own rule.

Mark Edward Fischbach has fallen in love.

Don't get too excited yet, he's fallen in love with, who he considers to be, the wrong person. Mark is in love with the school slut, Jack. Jacks' slept with every guy in their high school, including Mark (who happens to be a reoccurring fuck), and has never caught feelings (or so Mark thought). Jack's number one rule was to never catch feelings for anyone he slept with. It was all pure fun.

So here Mark sat, in the back of his ELA classroom, attempting to do his worksheet, but failing miserably as thoughts of Jack and himself flooded his mind. His heart fluttered when he thought of the many make-out sessions the two had had. Though, a thought tugged at the back of Mark's mind, bothering him. You see, as many times as they'd fucked and made-out, Jack and Mark have never actually kissed. They've never shared a moment of true passion and love toward each other, which the red haired boy was eager to do, but they probably never would. Of fucking course Mark had to fall for the one guy he can't have. This is what happens when you fool around too much, you fall in love and it sucks ass.

*With Jack*

The green haired boy was pushed roughly into a bathroom stall, classy. A hand gripped his ass from underneath his white tennis skirt while lips viscously attacked his neck, trying to leave little purple marks, most likely. As the pair of lips sprouted teeth and bit down on his flesh, Jack let out a moan, receiving a grin from the jock whom the lips belonged to. Honestly, Jack didn't know his name. All he knew was that the guy was hot and on the football team, that was enough information for him.

Not much later, the jock had slipped on a condom and was shoving his dick (which wasn't as big as Jack had suspected, but who cares) into Jack and was mercilessly fucking the boy in the bathroom stall they were stood in. Jack's high-pitched feminine moans could probably be heard from all around the school due to how vocal he always gets in bed (something most boys thought was hot as fuck). A name almost slipped from the boy's  lips, but he kept it hidden as soon as they began to form an 'M'.

Their short, 3rd period, fuck in the bathroom soon ended, and Jack was adjusting the black laced panties he wore, while pulling up his fishnet tights. The jock, whom Jack still didn't know the name of, was cleaning himself up in the mirror, which the younger was about to do as well. Before the Jock left (once he was cleaned up, of course), he leaned in to kiss Jack, (who, quite rudely, ignored him), and finally made his way back to class, which he was very late to. Jack didn't care if he was late, his make-up was fucked, plus, he was planning on going for a cigarette break. So, Jack walked back to his locker, opening it and looking into the mirror hung on the metal door. He pulled out his make-up bag, reapplying his pale pink lipstick (which was smudged from a, needy-ass, jock's lips). Afterwards, once his make-up was fixed, he grabbed his container of Camels, sneaking out through the back entrance to the school.