"New Mitch" The Smut Berome (JeromeXBrice) Very NSFW
Hey doodz, what's up it's Masha or ResonatingKitty here, ripping off Mitch's intro to let you all know that the time has finally come! That's right the smut to the Berome fic is finally here! It took me a lot longer to finish this than I thought but it is finally done and I hope you all enjoy it! :D
If you want to read the whole fic, completely, then the link to the Berome fic is >>>>>>Here<<<<<<<
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"Jerome I don’t really think you should be doing-" Brice tried to explain but he was cut off when Jerome’s lips sealed over his in a rough kiss.
Brice groaned into the kiss. His hands gripped Jerome's shirt as Jerome pressed against his body. The American gave no mercy as he worked his tongue between the Australian's lips, deepening the kiss. Brice's grip tightened as Jerome ravished his mouth and he was left gulping for air when Jerome finally pulled away.
Jerome smirked, leaning in again but this time tilting his head to kiss at Brice's neck. He moved across to the Australian's shoulder, continuing to trail kisses along his skin.
"Jerome," Brice panted out in his rich Australian accent, "please, we shouldn't be doing this."
"Do you really want me to stop?" Jerome smirked against Brice's skin as one of his legs rubbed against the front of the Australian's jeans, causing him to groan out, "Because it looks like you're enjoying yourself."
"That's not, ah!" Brice tried to say but cut himself off when Jerome's mouth closed over one of his exposed nipples. Jerome's mouth teased him while his hands slowly started to unbutton Brice's pants. Jerome traveled back up Brice's body once the pants were unbuttoned, bringing their mouths together again.
Jerome's hands went to Brice's hips, holding him steady as he rocked into him, swallowing the groans that left Brice's throat.
"I think it's time to stop playing and get down to the good part don't you Brice?" Jerome panted when he pulled back, leaving Brice once again gasping for air. His hands slid Brice's pants and underwear off, letting them fall to the floor. When Brice stepped out of them, Jerome kicked them away from the two.
Jerome lifted two fingers up to trace over Brice’s lips.
"Open up Brice," he growled and the Australian obeyed, parting his lips to allow Jerome’s fingers inside his mouth. He sucked on the digits, coating them with saliva. When Jerome deemed it enough, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his mouth as he trailed the wet digits south, around Brice’s back.
He circled his fingers around Brice’s entrance before slowly pushing one in. Brice groaned into Jerome’s mouth at the intrusion. Jerome moved his finger in and out of the other for a moment before adding a second digit. Brice moaned out, breaking the kiss as Jerome scissored his fingers.
"You like this don't you?" Jerome purred into the Australian's ear, adding a third finger.
Brice could only whimper in response as small sparks of pleasure sparked through his body. His head fell against the wall and a loud moan slipped from his throat when Jerome thrust his fingers and rubbed across the bundle of nerves within Brice that sent white hot please shooting through his veins.
A smile spread across Jerome's face as he continued to rub his fingers against those bundle of nerves, causing Brice to writhe in pleasure.
Brice was gasping from the pleasure that was near about blinding him. The coil in his stomach was slowly unwinding itself, ready to come completely undone, however, before it could Jerome withdrew him fingers, leaving Brice to whine out in complaint.
Jerome stepped back, enough to pull his shirt over his head and fling it somewhere across the room. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them along with his boxers down before kicking them away. He moved back to Brice, capturing the others mouth in a kiss and grinding his hips against Brice's.
Brice moaned into the kiss, grinding his hips back against Jerome. The friction against their members caused small moans and groans to leave their mouths.
"Wrap your legs around me," Jerome ordered as he pulled back a bit.
Brice did as he was told and wrapped his legs around Jerome's waist, his back coming to rest fully against the wall that Jerome had pinned him against.
"Just get on with it mate," Brice panted, bracing his arms on Jerome's shoulders.
In one smooth thrust, Jerome buried himself into Brice. The Australian's head cracked against the wall as he let out a loud moan. The sensation of being filled so suddenly with no warning was overpowering. Waves of pleasure and some slight pain washed over Brice and he gripped Jerome's shoulders, his blunt nails leaving marks.
Jerome waited only a few minutes for Brice to adjust before he started to move. He set a very fast, rough pace of pulling out and slamming back in. With each thrust, pleasure erupted up Brice's spine, driving him crazy and had him a moaning mess.
"Ah!" Brice nearly screamed out when Jerome suddenly changed angles and brushed against his sweet spot.
"You like that doncha Bricey?" Jerome growled into Brice's ear, rolling his hips teasingly.
"Yesss," Brice hissed out, wrapping his arms around Jerome's neck.
Jerome quickened his pace, hitting Brice's sweet spot repeatedly over and over again. His hand slipped between their bodies to take hold of Brice's length and stoke it in time with his thrusts.
"I-I'm c-close," Brice gasped out suddenly.
"Come for me then Bricey," Jerome nearly purred in Brice's ear.
Brice tensed, moaning out as his seed painted his and Jerome's stomachs. Jerome continued to thrust unto Brice's heat, managing four more rough thrusts before he tensed and groaned out, filling the Australian. Brice gave a small whimper as he was filled.
First of all I want to apologize because this is not the smut fic I wanted to it be. I am just not in the mood to write smut, however I still think this turned out okay. :)
This fic came about because some members of the fandom got confused and thought that a picture of Brice was actually Mitch.
I hope you enjoy.
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The pen slowly glided along the surface of the tablet, drawing out the figure on the computer screen. Brice moved his hand, slowing bringing the pen around to complete the sketch. On the screen, the line formed and when Brice lifted his hand, a sketch of Mitch's Minecraft skin was visible on the screen.
All was quiet in the house since the other members, except for Jerome who was currently sleeping upstairs, had gone out on the town. Brice had taken the opportunity to get some work done. He leaned back, stretching his arms over his head, enjoying the hot air from the heater as it brushed over his bare skin.
He had picked back up his tablet pen and was drawing the outline of his drawing when Jerome came down the stairs.
"Good nap?" Brice asked casually, not talking his eyes off of his work as Jerome passed him on his way to the kitchen.
"I'd say it was pretty powerful," Jerome answered from the kitchen.
Brice chuckled, shaking his head as he continued to work on his Mitch drawing. Jerome returned minutes later with a mug filled with coffee. He walked over to Brice, careful to cradle his coffee tightly because he knew how the artist felt about liquids close to his tablet.
"So whatcha working on?" Jerome asked peaking curiously at the screen.
"New thumbnail for Hunger Games episode 300" Brice answered as he continued to work, starting to add the base colors to the drawing, "I figured I'd go ahead and start on it."
"Mmm," Jerome hummed out as he took a drink of his coffee, "Well I'm sure Mitch would be very happy about that," he paused and looked around, "By the way do you know where Mitch is? When I woke up he was gone."
Brice hide his smile. It was no secret that Mitch and Jerome often slept together, sneaking into each others rooms when they thought that everyone in the house was asleep. "He went out with the others," Brice explained, "I think they were going to party or something."
"Oh great," Jerome sighed, sounding a bit more sarcastic that he meant too.
Brice turned to glance at him, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. Jerome blushed a bit and looked away.
"So do you know when they're coming back?" Jerome asked, trying to sound casual but really failing to do so.
"They didn't say," Brice turned back to the computer, hiding his smirk. He heard Jerome let out a soft groan at his answer. He picked up his tablet pen and started to add the final colors to the drawing. He was nearly done with it when arms suddenly wrapped around him, causing him to drop his pen.
"Jerome, what are you- ah" Brice tried to yell but broke off as hot breath fanned across his neck, sending involuntary shudders through his body.
"You know," Jerome growled into his ear, "you and Mitch aren't all that different. You both are pretty ripped although I will admit you are more so. That tan skin of yours is also very inciting at the moment, not gonna lie."
"Jerome, what the hell?" Brice interrupted, his blue eyes wide with surprise.
"Well... " Jerome murmured into Brice's ear, tightening his arms around the other, "I could try to explain but I don't think I will. All I'm gonna ask is, just for right now, would you like to be the new Mitch?"
Brice stood then, tearing himself away from Jerome and backing up. “What did you just say?” He choked out in surprise.
He backed the Australian up against the wall and pinned him there.
"Jerome I don’t really think you should be doing-" Brice tried to explain but he was cut off when Jerome’s lips sealed over his in a rough kiss.
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The two slumped against the wall, stilling panting from the afterglow of the rough sex they had just had. Jerome had a satisfied smile on his face as he rested his forehead against the wall. Brice was trying to even out his breathing.
"So how did you like being the new Mitch?" Jerome asked, tilting his head to look at Brice's face.
"Better question, how in the world does the original Mitch handle you?" the Australian countered, his bright blue eyes opening slightly to gaze at Jerome.
A chuckle escaped Jerome's lips as he pulled back.
Suddenly head lights flashed in the windows of the house and the sound of a vehicle pulling into the drive was heard. Both Brice and Jerome froze. The guys were back!
"Bathroom!" Jerome hissed urgently.
He and Brice raced up the stairs and sealed themselves in two of the bathrooms in the house. Unfortunately in their haste, they forgot about their clothes, which were still strewn across the room.
Jerome and Brice both realized their forgotten clothing right about the same time as when they heard a very loud and very angry yell from one Mitchell Hughes from downstairs.
"JEROME!!!!!!"
Needless to say, Jerome was in very deep trouble and so was Brice.
