Markiplier and JackSepticEye Imagines

Mr. McLoughlin - Part Two

(Word Count: 1427)

You couldn't help but notice Jack's incessant tapping when traveling back to his house. He stole a few glances over at you when he thought you weren't looking, bit his lip when he looked at the little marks he left on your neck...if you didn't feel so awkward in that moment, you probably would've teased him by telling him to pay attention to the road. But alas, you decided that the teasing could wait until some other time, so you remained quiet.

You felt a slight sense of relief when you pulled into the driveway of what you could only assume was his house. It was anything but fancy, but you could just tell that it was his. It just had that vibe to it; it radiated warmth and kindness, something that could catch anyone's attention in the best way possible despite how it looked. You couldn't help but crack a small smile at the sight of it.

He grabbed your backpack for you, running up the steps and bringing it inside. You shut the door behind you, taking off your shoes and your jacket. When you turned around to go find Jack, he was there, pinning you against the door with his arms at your waist.

"So what is it you want to talk about?" he asked seductively. He knew what he was doing, and you practically melted under the firm touch of his hands.

"I, uh...Christ, Jack..." You were stuttering hopelessly, the gorgeous man in front of you turning you on to the fullest extent. He chuckled at your stuttering, bringing his lips close to your ear.

"Us being together; does it seem wrong to you?" His hands played with the hem of your shirt, his cold fingers causing goosebumps to spread across your body.

"No," you said confidently. You knew where you stood, and there was nothing pushing you down. "But if we're going to be together, we gotta keep it on the down-low. I don't want you being arrested for having a relationship with a student." He looked at you with a wide smile, his eyes staring straight into yours. It was like looking into dark pools of water. They were beautiful, the color of the sky at twilight.

"Hell, I don't care if we do get caught. I've been falling for you since the first day I met you. You're just so beautiful, so intelligent and wonderful. I honestly wouldn't regret it if we did end up getting caught. I've been waiting to be with you for so long. It'd be so worth it." You blushed at his kind words, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering. He said he was falling for you, and that was enough for you. "Now, where do you want to go from here?" You smirked.

You connected your lips to his slowly, savoring the feeling of his lips against yours. It was a magnificent feeling, the warmth and softness of them bringing a smile to your face. Your arms snaked around his neck, your fingers running through his hair. He smiled into the kiss, his hands finding their way underneath your shirt. He held your hips, his firm, cold grip causing you to shudder. He pulled away, grabbing your hand and running up the steps. He pulled you into a room, what you could only assume was his bedroom, and shut the door. He kissed you again, moving you towards the bed and laying you down on it.

"Jack, I'm not-"

"I'm not going to have sex with you," he said softly, cutting you off. "I want to kiss you, and cuddle you, and enjoy that we're here together." You smiled, reconnecting your lips. "Besides, we can have just a little fun, right?" You giggled, pulling him onto the bed with you. You sat in his lap, straddling his legs in between yours. You kissed him softly, his body seeming to melt under your touch. His hands rested on your waist, slowly sliding towards your ass.

"Jack, you better watch where your hands go," you said teasingly, removing his glasses and putting them on the nightstand next to the bed. "Lord knows that Mark will do worse than the authorities." Jack blushed slightly, smiling at you softly.