GRAHHH I NEED JEROME COMFORT-FUCKING YOU IN HIS OWN TWISTED WAY‼️‼️
it was a rough day. rain poured from the sky and the dark clouds seemed even heavier than usual, casting a near-black shadow over the entirety of the city you loved.
you were huddled in your bed when you finally let everything wash over you. tears streamed freely down your face as you watched the last bits of sun set from behind the gray clouds. now the sky was completely dark, thunder rumbling across gotham as silent sobs shook your chest. the thunder was so loud you didn’t hear jerome use the key he stole on your first date to let himself into your apartment.
he was silent, slinking through your hallway in search of your hidden form. he stopped at the cracked bedroom door and found you whimpering in bed, a loose tissue box moved to the edge for when you sopped up your tears.
he stood in the doorway and watched you. you squirmed and writhed under your thick black comforter, whining in a feeble attempt at keeping your sobs quiet. every movement of your ass under the blanket and every sweet sound from your mouth went straight to his cock.
it wasn’t his fault, not if you really thought about it. you were his girl after all, he had every right to want to fuck you, it just so happened that your sobs were the thing turning him on.
he crept toward your bed. his wet shoes were kicked off at the front door and all that remained from outside was a few droplets dripping from his soaked hair. you felt the droplet of rain before you realized jerome was hovering over you.
you screamed, but jerome was quick, muffling the high pitch with his large palm. the heat from his grip seeped into your face, and you couldn’t help but throw your hands up to hold his arm when he finally removed his hand.
he softly cooed as he slid under the blanket and dropped his weight into you. he was dense, his body pinning you to the mattress as one of his hands slipped up and grabbed both of your wrists.
“i’m gonna make my girl feel better, okay?”
he didn’t give you time to respond before harshly pressing his lips to yours. he was smothering in every sense. your hands instinctively grabbed for him, but all he did was press your pinned wrists further into where they sat on your chest.
he muttered to himself between kisses, leaning back to fumble his belt and your sleep pants off.
he looked down at you before releasing your wrists and flipping you onto your stomach.
he was uncaring about anything other than pounding you so far into the mattress that you would start crying for him, replicating the pretty sounds from when he first found you.
he was inside you with one strong thrust, briefly pausing to let you adjust to the sudden intrusion before pressing your hips down with a force you’d never felt before.
he bent over your back and started to grind so hard you felt the tears wobbling in your ducts squeeze out to run down your face. it was intense, the slow snap of his hips that followed, combined with the quiet grunts he punctuated each thrust with.
before you could realize it, you were back to sobbing. your emotions coupled with the pace jerome set sent you over the mental edge, the corners of your brain blurring together in fuzzy pleasure as jerome pinned your chest to his with a strong arm around your neck.
his head leaned as far forward as he could manage, watching your red-rimmed eyes and pressing your check to his so he could feel the cold tear trails that he caused.
his smelt of the rain that fueled your sorrow in the first place as his wet hair cemented to his forehead and the side of your face while he nuzzled further into you.
he would eat you alive if you let him, you know.
your sobs quieted as you clenched hard around him, his hips momentarily losing their rhythm at your vice grip. you mumbled his name like a prayer through cries, and that was enough to send him over the edge.
