One Shot Book (Danti/Septiplier)

Pizza Boy

~ Septiplier One Shot ~

1189 Words

"Then I'll squeeze your booty real hard like I'm kneading dough. Pizza boy, I'm speeding for ya',"
* Smut *

Third Person POV:

Three boys giggled as they made jokes about who knows what on a living room couch. They downed their beers and watched whatever was playing on the large television, not particularly paying much attention, as they were too drunk to even care. Too caught up in each other's company, Mark, the owner of the house's son, barely heard the doorbell ring. Chugging the last bit of his Bud Light, the red haired male walked to the door, listening to his friends, Bob and Wade, giggle about something he couldn't really hear. He opened the door, money from his pocket now in hand. Behind the door stood a boy in a red shirt and black skinny jeans that fit him just right. A small, white name tag was pinned to his shirt reading 'Jack'. In his hands were two pizza boxes. The boy was adorable, and the moment Mark laid eyes on him, he was determined to make him his.

"Hey. Uh, I have one meat-lover's pizza and a pepperoni."

"And I thought you couldn't get any cuter," Mark leaned against his door frame, eyeing Jack up.

"What?"

"Your voice is adorable. You're just overall extremely hot."

"Oh, um, th-thanks," his cheeks had turned a pale pink. "So that'll be $16.95, please."

"Do you want to come inside? We were about to play truth or dare . There's not too much room on the couch but, I've got space for you on my lap," his sweet talking never failed him, and he could tell the brunette was considering it.

"Uh, m-maybe. This was my last delivery of the night, so I guess it would be ok-"

Once Jack agreed, the red head pulled him inside. He led the brunette over to the couch, slipping a $20 bill in his back pocket because hey, he wasn't going to not pay for his food. Mark isn't that much of a douche bad. The pizza delivery boy squeaked when Mark grazed his bum through his jeans.

"I brought pizza, and a twink for dessert," Mark joked, making his friends turn their heads and Jack's face turn redder.

* Lil' Time Skip *

Nobody was sure exactly how it happened, but somehow Jack ended up on Mark's lap. They were all getting a little drunker, now playing a cliché game of truth or dare.

"Jack, truth or dare," Wade slurred with a smug smile.

"Hmm. Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Mark."

The brunette was already cuddled up to the punk male's chest, faces mere centimeters apart as it was. But, then he got closer, closing the gap between them and connecting their lips, causing the laughs to cease as the boy's began making out sloppily.

Then, the pizza delivery boy pulled away, "Mark, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to take me to your bedroom."

Hot, heavy breath.