Study Time (Septiplier)

Let's play a game

The sound of tapping filled my room followed by the strong smell of coffee. It was finals week, and all I could try to do was study, cry, and drink coffee. Two more days before I determine if I was to become a male stripper or not. The last boss to fight was music history and culture. Honestly, it was the newer music that gave me a difficult time. When you spend your time only listening to metal, dubstep, and video game scores, you don't really learn about pop, rap, or country, which I could live without. Alas, it was info I needed, so researching old and new music was my goal. With my headphone playing loud dubstep in my ears I didn't notice when someone had slipped into my dorm room. Long, strong, tan arms wrapped over my shoulders and neck.

"Jesus Fecking Christ!" I screamed out, completely ready to take someone down.

"Hey Jack-a-boy, did I ever tell you that I love your accent even more when you curse?" I felt Mark's deep voice against my neck where his lips lightly rested,

"Did I ever tell you that I like to have a warning before I'm attacked suddenly?" I leaned back against his shoulder and pulled off my head phones.

"But where's the fun in that Jack?" He smiled against my neck.

"Not giving me a heart attack." I crossed my arms.

"Yes, because you, at the ripe old age of 21, will totally have a heart attack." He said then chuckled. He then stood up, grabbed my chair, and spun it around so I could face him. I raised my eyebrow at him with a blank face. "Oh come on Princess, lighten up!" Mark grabbed me out of the chair and pulled me in for a kiss. Grabbing the back of my head and pressed hard against my lips. After our lips parted I took a moment to catch my breath, Mark had abilities that no one else I have ever dated had. He smirked knowing very well that he left me in a daze. "Oh, does my little leprechaun like when I do that?" He teased.

"Mark I might be Irish, but I'm no fecking lerechaun." I huffed.

"Whatever you say cutie. Damn, you are so cute when mad." he said as he tipped my head back with his fingers under my chin, making me look into his chocolate brown eyes.

"You know I have to study." I said looking away slightly.

"Well... when did you last have a break?" He said looking over at my paperwork that littered the desk.

"Actually, about an hour ago." I knew the game he was trying to play.

"Well...then... I'll be your study buddy!" he said with a concerning smile.

"And that's all?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Of course! I'm an innocent child." Mark put his hands under his chin and tilted his head with a smile.

"That's not the first thing I'd call you, considering what you did to me last night." I pulled down the edge of my shirt's collar to reveal the bite mark and hickey.

"Well I'm a new man."

"Rather you weren't..." I said in a low tone.

"What was that Jack? Did you like last night?" Mark said stepping closer to me.

"Well, yeah, obviously... even after a year of getting to fuck the most attractive man in the fecking universe, it's still bloody amazing." I said slightly blushing.

"Well, maybe I'll give you an even better night tonight." Mark started to kiss down my neck. Every part of me screaming for me to pin him against the wall and fuck him as hard as I possibly could. Unfortunately, the small voice in the back of my head wanted me to not become a stripper from failing my classes. I pushed Mark down onto my bed.