I love your writing and was wondering if you could do a SMUT for !fem x Jeremiah Fisher?
so basically Jeremiah sees his girlfriend at her college for the first time in three months, and while her roommate is away they get at it in the kitchen!
its all good if you dont wanna do it!!
xoxo elanoraaa
omg, hi babes!
thank u so much for your request, but i actually have something really similar!
The Jeremiah’s oneshot “Kitchen Counter” has a similar prompt!🎀
A/N: Well, life updates: My situationship now it's dating another girl BUT i started a new therapist so points for me :p. I've been DYING to write another Jeremiah Fisher smut cause i know you guys love it, so here it is! Hope y'all enjoy it 🤭
Summary: Y/n and Jeremiah Fisher always have been friends, but something in that summer was off...for both of them
Warnings: Cursing; Non-Protected sex; Male!Receving; Explicit sexual intercourse; Mentions of sexual toys
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Gif by @partiallypearl
“Can you just pick a song, for God’s sake?” Jeremiah grumbles, clenching his hands against the dark leather of his car’s steering wheel.
“It’s not my fault that all your songs are based on TikTok edits,” Y/n retorts, swiping her finger across the blond man’s phone screen as he keeps his eyes on the city’s busy streets.
The summer heat in Cousins made it necessary to keep the windows of the cherry-red Jeep open; the sea-scented breeze was refreshing, and the lights from the shops made everything more colorful.
Y/n loved coming back with her family to spend the holidays in Cousins, but she couldn’t deny that her favorite part was the Fisher family, who, coincidentally, were her neighbors. For years, Y/n and Jeremiah Fisher had been fierce rivals when they were little, but after a Fourth of July party when they were 12 and plenty of cotton candy, they became inseparable.
The girl shook her head, laughing as she scrolled through the songs on Jere’s playlist, making the tanned boy laugh along with her. His blue eyes captured the girl’s essence, watching her carefree smile, her hair blowing in the wind, and how the apples of her cheeks turned pink the more she laughed.
“I can’t believe you listen to Benson Boone,” Y/n exclaims, laughing loudly and bringing her free hand to her mouth to cover her laughter.
“I don’t judge you when you listen to phonks to work out” Jeremiah raises both hands in a defensive gesture, resting his wrist on the steering wheel.
“It motivates me,” Y/n turns her face toward Jeremiah, who responds with a smile.
“You haven’t worked out in over three weeks. Your summer project is going down the drain because you’ve been stuffing yourself with ice cream and pizza.”
The girl opens her mouth in an ‘O’ shape, then laughs and raises her index finger in defense.
“And who’s been taking me out to eat all this stuff?”
“Fine! I won’t bring any more Oreo ice cream to your house when we go to binge-watch your teen shows.” The blond slides one of his fingers to signal a turn, driving a few city blocks up until they get close to a lookout point to see the beach from above.
“You say that as if you don’t like it.” The girl shrugs, finally choosing a One Direction song to accompany their drive to the lookout.
The crowd grew smaller and the streets less busy. The soft music didn’t drown out the sound of the car’s tires against the asphalt, allowing the silence of their conversation to finally settle in. Y/n rested her elbow on the sill of the open passenger-side window, averting her gaze from the blond boy and watching the trees rush by amid the mix of dim lights from distant buildings and other cars with headlights on down the street.
Amid the uncomfortable silence, Jeremiah couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened during the summer that was about to end. As childhood friends, there was a certain closeness regarding outings and intimacy that might not be common for friends who weren’t so close, yet something was changing. Seeing Y/n swimming in the pool at his house didn’t seem as innocent as it had last summer. Allowing her to lie on his chest and run her fingers through his hair while they were in the living room watching comedy movies late into the night had started to set his thoughts racing. And feeling her too close made a desire to kiss her surge up like a push from his subconscious.
He didn’t know why he was feeling those things. Maybe because of the way she looked him up and down when they talked too close, or how she’d glance at his mouth when she laughed and said, “You’re an idiot.” Every time he went back to his house and lay in his bed, Jeremiah couldn’t stop thinking about those details, causing his body to react involuntarily as well. On the other hand, Y/n was tired of pretending she didn’t notice a thick sexual fog hanging over them in recent weeks. At first, she thought it might just be her fertile period, which was causing her to have forbidden fantasies, but her hunch wasn’t confirmed. Jeremiah was charming, and in her hometown, Y/n was asked by all her school friends why she had never kissed him. As an excuse, she always replied that they were “just friends,” even though she might sometimes have dreams about him at night.
Suddenly, everything Jeremiah did was a trigger that made her body scream for him. Like how he flexed his muscles when he crossed his arms while sitting with his legs apart, or when he called in the morning to wake her up, saying her voice was sexy when she was sleepy and groggy. They’d already had plenty of opportunities for something to happen, but they both worked hard not to let it get in the way of their friendship.
Y/n’s leg bounced against the carpet of the blond’s car, which he watched out of the corner of his eye with curiosity
“I didn’t know going to the lookout made you anxious,” he remarks, breaking the silence.
“Huh?” The girl snaps back to reality, staring at him until he nods toward her restless leg, which was clad in a short white summer dress.
“Oh, I was just thinking.”
“About what?” the blond man, who was wearing a dark blue shirt with off-white buttons, asks.
Y/n bites her lower lip, leaving her mouth in a straight line.
“No big deal,” she replies without giving it much thought.
“You’ve been keeping too many things from me. I didn’t know we had secrets from each other,” he remarks, slowing the car down when he spots the sign for the lookout point at the next turn.
“Of course we have secrets,” Y/n crosses her arms, furrowing her brow.
“Tell me something about yourself that I don’t know, then,” Jere asks without taking his eyes off the hill the car was climbing.
“You tell me first,” Y/n throws the question back at the blond, as she begins to slowly take in the view the lookout point offered.
“No way. I asked first.” The blond parks the car in front of the parking area, turning off the engine.
The sound of the sea was louder, and its waves broke gently with the calm tide. The starlight had already begun to appear as tiny points of light in the now-dark sky. There were a few streetlights and a ledge with no railing to protect the edge of the cliff and the drop to the beach a few meters below. Although it wasn’t possible to see clearly, the moon managed to illuminate the middle of the sea. Near the couple’s car, there were only two other cars in the distance that were also serving as seats to enjoy the mixed landscape of a vast sea and some nearby woods that made up the remote location where they found themselves.
Y/n unbuckled her seatbelt with a ‘click,’ turning her whole body toward Jeremiah while her legs were curled up on the seat. The blond repeated the same movement, curious about what might be said to him. The illuminated scene was composed of moonlight and the car’s multimedia system, which was still playing a playlist chosen by Y/n.
“You can start,” Jere said, resting his head on the dark leather seat with his arms crossed, causing the girl to immediately lower her eyes to his visible muscles, taking a deep breath before answering.
“I’ve stolen Pringles from the corner store near my house,” the girl replied, looking down at her own lap.
“Probably every kid in town has stolen something from Clark’s corner store,” Jeremiah smirks. “Conrad, for example, stole Sour Patch Kids… the week before last, when he, I, and a friend of ours were drunk and we dared him to do it,” Jeremiah adds, drawing a soft laugh from his friend.
“You guys are kids.” She shakes her head, running her hands through her loose hair. “Your turn.”
“Hmm…” He thinks, running one of his hands over his freshly shaved face. “Okay, but don’t freak out, please.” He raises both hands as if to calm a possible reaction, causing the girl to raise one of her eyebrows. “When we were in the kitchen making spaghetti and I spilled sauce on your shirt, and you asked me to go up to your room and get a new shirt.” The blond spoke slowly, trying not to make a big deal out of it. “I didn’t remember where your shirt drawer was, so I ended up going to your underwear drawer and…”
“OH MY GOD, NO!” Y/n brings both hands to her face, covering it in embarrassment, then bursts out laughing, unconcerned. “I’m going to have to kill you and throw your body out of here.” She points toward the horizon.
“I saw it and closed the drawer quickly, I promise.” Jeremiah tries to explain, but then teases her: “But why a little bunny? I mean, couldn’t you be one of those normal girls who uses a vibrating rose?”
“SHUT UP!” The girl slaps the boy’s arm, and he laughs loudly, trying to dodge her slaps.
“Okay, okay… I’ll stop.” He catches his breath, watching the girl, his expression one of disbelief at what they’d just said.
Silence falls again, now tinged with a touch of sensuality due to the suggestive topic. The cars parked at the lookout slowly begin to drive away, causing a slight anxiety to flutter in Y/n’s chest.
“I hope we don’t get mugged here,” Y/n comments, glancing around.
“Don’t worry, Y/n. I’m here for you.” Jere’s warm hand touches Y/n’s bare knee, causing her to immediately pull her leg back toward her. “Y/n, spill it,” Fisher says, clearly annoyed.
The girl glances at him out of the corner of her eye
“I have nothing to say,” she replies again curtly, trying to change the subject.
“Okay, I’ll tell you another secret then.” Jeremiah adjusts his posture, standing completely upright with his chest thrust forward, no longer able to hold back the words stuck in his throat and the fantasies that haunted him in his nightly dreams. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first day you set foot here this summer. I can’t pretend I don’t glance at your body when you ask me for a towel to dry off after we get out of the pool, or when we’re so close to each other that I want to taste your lips.”
Suddenly, the air grows heavy and hard to breathe. Y/n’s eyes lock with Jeremiah’s blue irises, as he anxiously waits for a response, even if she wasn’t going to say it out loud. At that moment, Y/n’s whole body was on fire, trying to decide whether she should have a mature conversation about her feelings for Jere or whether she should simply jump into his lap, letting her hands tangle in his blond curls.
She chose the second option
Without thinking, her two hands slid down both sides of Jeremiah’s face; he was surprised by her response, but then enveloped her with his pink lips in a deep kiss, pulling her onto his lap with the strength of his arms. Their bodies moved in sync, and one of the young man’s hands was quick enough to push the car seat back to make more room to enjoy Y/n.
Jeremiah slid his hands down to Y/n’s waist, gripping her and controlling her movements as she sat on his lap, clad in light-wash jeans. The thin fabric between their thighs was dangerously delicious, causing a few moans to escape both of them as they kissed. The sound of their wet mouths was clearly erotic, making them crave more of each other with a certain urgency. The girl held tightly onto the back of the tanned man’s neck, while her hips moved, grinding against his hard bulge.
Jeremiah didn’t wait to ask for permission, because, in the state they were in, it seemed that everything was clearly allowed. One of his hands slid down to the hem of the girl’s dress, moving up her butt until it reached one side of her panties, slowly sliding to the side with the intention of teasing her. The girl smiled between kisses, saying:
“Stop messing around, Fisher”
The blond pulls away from the kiss for a second, watching her with desire as he says:
“But I haven’t even started yet.”
His hand, which had been playing with the soft fabric of Y/n’s panties, slides into the back slit of the fabric, managing to feel through it how her core was already starting to get hotter and wetter. With a silent plea in Y/n’s hungry eyes, Jere finally slides his middle finger inside her, and she responds with a sly moan, glancing down at where Jere’s hand was busy. The blond sighs deeply, opening his mouth each time he moves his finger further into Y/n’s wet, pulsing cavity as if he were touching a piece of heaven. His body reacts, begging to be relieved, but his main focus is on taking care of Y/n first.
On the other hand, Y/n closed her eyes tightly, clutching the young man’s neck, who insisted on increasing the speed of his movements, surprising her with another finger soon after, making her moan loudly. Her hips moved to guide him with her touch, teaching him how she liked to be touched. The pornographic sight of Y/n through the tanned man’s eyes was devilishly angelic. Her hair was already tousled, and her skin was hot with the lust now coursing through her veins, growing ever more intense. Her legs trembled with desire, and the girl bit her own lips to hold back the sounds trying to escape her throat.
“Jere,” Y/n grabs the back of his neck
“What do you want from me? Tell me the secrets you’ve been keeping from me, love.” He can see how the girl’s eyes grow darker in the moonlight as she asks what he’s hiding.
“Everything. Give me everything.” Her words come out in gasps.
Jeremiah pulls his fingers out of Y/n, sliding them over to her clitoris, circling it slowly, causing the girl to roll her eyes in a deliciously profane way. The blond tried to hide his smile, but he couldn’t deny that he was loving this situation of control. Every time he managed to imagine what it would be like when they were together, or when his sensual nighttime dreams invaded his mind, causing him to wake up in a sticky situation.
While Jeremiah fondled Y/n, the girl’s hands blindly trailed down his body, gently searching for his throbbing cock through the fabric of his jeans, squeezing it lightly until she found his most sensitive spot, making the blond moan, cursing between his gasps. Y/n’s hand, gripping the length of Fisher’s cock, used her thumb to help guide the head of his cock, caressing it while she was also being caressed.
“I can’t focus on you if you do that,” Jeremiah says, gripping Y/n’s hair tightly, pulling it so her face moves away from his.
With a wicked smile, Y/n replies:
“Then let me take care of you for a bit.” Y/n gets up from Jeremiah’s lap, returning to her original position in the passenger seat while the soft music still plays on the radio.
Jeremiah feels his breath catch as one of the girl’s hands slides down to his cock again, her fingers moving upward in a slow, playful motion that starts at the button of his pants, travels down the metal zipper, and pulls down the front of his pants while her knees remain pressed against the seat, as she tucks her hair away from her face. Jere grabs the hem of his pants, pulling them down hastily, drawing a low chuckle from Y/n as she prepared to touch him. The blond’s pants are tossed into the backseat, while his boxer briefs, though dark, couldn’t hide his bulge. Like a hungry animal, the girl moves her hands so that her mouth is positioned over Jeremiah’s crotch, carefully pulling down his underwear to finally take him into her mouth. Her lips envelop the wet, salty head of Jeremiah’s penis, causing him to moan softly at first, a sound that grows louder as Y/n’s hands join in.
The girl’s tongue made circular movements, sliding down the length of the blond’s shaft, who could no longer hold back his tremors and shivers. His entire body was rigid, trying not to cross the mental boundaries he had set for himself. Fisher closes his eyes, furrowing his brows, as he brings one of his hands behind the driver’s seat, gripping it tightly while lifting his hips so the girl could suck him more. Y/n gets the message, now using both hands to rotate around the base in opposite directions, while the wet lining of her mouth manages to encompass a large part of his member. Even though the position he was in wasn’t the best, he didn’t let the car’s gearshift distract him.
It was better than he’d imagined, because he was doing it with her.
“Y/n, please,” he almost begs in a thin voice, receiving in response a wave of vibrations against his member, once again eliciting a loud moan that tensed his muscles.
“Are there condoms in the glove compartment?” The girl pulls Jeremiah’s cock out of her mouth, wiping the remaining saliva from the corner of her lips with the back of her hand.
Fuck, I don’t think so.” He opens his eyes, still lost in the excitement of what was happening.
Hurriedly, the girl goes to the car’s glove compartment, which is illuminated by a small yellow light attached to the top of the compartment. Amongst chewing gum, tissues, and scraps of packaging, she couldn’t find the shiny wrapper. The girl exhales in frustration, closing the compartment and looking at Jeremiah without showing any reaction. For a moment of clarity, they both mentally debated whether or not they should continue, but they’d wanted this for so long that the answer was clear.
Jeremiah takes off his shirt, fumbling with the buttons, and tosses it into the back seat. At the same time, Y/n slips off her white dress, revealing her firm breasts and her cotton panties. That sight was the last straw for Jeremiah, who pulled the passenger seat back and positioned himself on top of the girl, who wrapped her legs around the blond’s waist, pulling him closer. Her breasts pressed against Fisher’s muscles, and her hands roamed his exposed back, scratching it with her nails. Y/n closes her eyes, feeling the weight of Jeremiah’s hands cupping her breast in a massaging motion while his tongue sucks on her neck as if it were a beautiful vampire romance.
Y/n, impatient, pulls down Jeremiah’s underwear, letting it fall to the passenger seat floor, and the young man repeats the woman’s movements.
Both of them moan as their skin touches. Their eyes meet once more, gazing at each other with a spark of curiosity that hung in the air, as they finally knew what it would be like to be inside each other. Jeremiah pulls away from the girl’s face, running his thumb over her flushed cheek.
“Is everything okay?” he asks before making any further moves.
“Yeah” Y/n agrees, and then Jeremiah brings his hand to the base of his member, positioning it at Y/n’s entrance.
Once again he paused, gazing deep into the woman’s soul. Even though a part of them wanted this to happen, this wasn’t something they were doing with just anyone. The quiet atmosphere and the wind blowing through the car’s open windows seemed to make the moment more intimate, and the stillness of the night wasn’t enough to silence everything they felt for one another. The girl watches him with admiration, no longer at his naked body lying above her, but at his face. His eyes were worried and caring. His hair was messy, with a few curls out of place. His lips were pink and slightly swollen from the time they’d spent kissing. All of it was more than perfect, because it was with him.
“I want you to know that I’m not doing this just because I’m horny. I really like you,” Jeremiah admits.
“I like you too, but I think you’re going to freeze your ass off if we just keep talking naked with the window open,” Y/n comments, making the blond laugh. “I really like you, a lot.”
They both share a sincere smile and then start kissing again, though more slowly. The man slowly pushes the head of his member inside Y/n, watching her body’s reactions. The girl wraps her arms around the tanned blond’s body, letting his head rest on the curve of her neck, carefully expanding and exploring Y/n’s insides. The movements, which had been simple and slow, begin to quicken, causing the red Jeep to start rocking. The moans grew louder, and the sound of their skin slapping broke the silence of the empty lookout.
“Holy shit,” the girl swears, feeling Jeremiah’s thrusts against her lap. “This feels so good!” she exclaims, scratching the blond’s back.
“That’s right, babe. Tell me how much you like it when I fuck you,” Jeremiah asks against Y/n’s warm skin.
Jeremiah’s two hands move up to the sides of the passenger seat, using it as leverage to drive his movements. Y/n felt her body moving with the same intensity as Fisher’s, causing her breasts to press harder against the blond’s rigid chest as he moaned softly, grunting.
“Harder,” Y/n asks, her wish granted with harder thrusts, making her moan grow more sultry.
“Moan like that, baby,” Jere asks, making the girl moan louder.
One of his hands slides down again to Y/n’s clitoris as he fucks her, making the build-up to her orgasm more intense. Y/n holds Fisher’s face with both hands, kissing her without a script as they both moan into each other’s mouths. Jeremiah could feel his penis pulsing more and more, closing his eyes as he tried to coordinate his movements with the wet kiss he was receiving. Everything was agonizing to the point where they thought they couldn’t take any more seduction, causing sweat to become more visible on both their foreheads, leaving the front windshield of the car slightly fogged by the heat hanging in the air. Feeling they couldn’t endure the sex any longer, Y/n exclaims:
“Jere! I’m going to—”
“Please, yes.” He cuts her off, his cheeks red with effort
In a mutual moan, they both reach their climax, holding their bodies against each other as if they might slip from his arms, painting the insides of their cores white with pleasure. Slowly their mingled breaths begin to calm, and their hearts beat in unison. Y/n brushes some hair from her face, while Jeremiah’s head rests on her bare chest, still feeling his member inside Y/n pulsing against the walls that had squeezed him. The silence was no longer awkward, but reflective of what had happened.
“We can stop by the pharmacy to buy the morning-after pill and condoms,” Jere says, kissing the center of Y/n’s breast as she begins to stroke his hair.
“The pharmacist is going to find that ironic,” the girl comments with a smile, looking up at the car’s dark gray ceiling. “Are we going to talk about what just happened or not?” Y/n shifts her gaze to where Fisher was lying.
“We can, but for now, I want to stay here in silence with you,” Jeremiah says, turning his face and staring at the passenger door.
“Fine by me.” Y/n feels a kiss on her cheek, closing her eyes and enjoying the sound of the sea once more, now knowing and feeling that she belonged to someone.
A/N: Did i disappear for like... months? Yes. Am i back? Also yes.
I'm having issues with my little situationship, so why not turn it into entertainment for my babies, so... yeah... i hope you enjoy my sad Christmas feeling.
Summary: Y/n and Jeremiah agreed to be just casual, but casual it's hard to keep... specially when both catch feelings
Warnings: Swearing (literally one), mentions of sex, not happy ending (sorry)
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Being casual was something Jeremiah Fisher knew how to do, and very well.
Belly and Jeremiah had broken up in their second year of dating because she admitted that she wasn't completely happy in the relationship and needed time for herself. With her departure from his life, Jeremiah had found himself lost and, consequently, reluctant to enter into any other relationship that could lead to something more serious. Although he had always been a man who quickly gave himself to those he liked, he didn't feel he could have a stable relationship, and it would never be enough. So, in order not to hurt the other person and himself, he decided he would be colder than ever, making pride the center of his life.
Belly ended up using the scholarship she had earned to escape all the confusion of Cousins and her feelings at the beginning of the year, staying in the city of love, Paris. The girl had tried to call Jeremiah in the first weeks of her stay, but he couldn't answer the phone without crying, so he chose not to answer. A few months after her departure, they made up via video call after a few hours of tears, arguments, and apologies that should have been communicated long ago. Even though Jeremiah had forgiven Belly, he felt completely lonely, but he had Y/n.
Jeremiah and Y/n were classmates, and their conversations were too shallow to really have a friendship, but after the girl answered a call at 11 p.m. and heard her classmate say he “needed a friend to talk to,” everything changed. The door to Y/n's dorm room was locked, the lights were dim, and the curtains were closed, making it impossible to see what was happening inside, even though the neighbors could hear everything loud and clear. Apparently, there was a lot to talk about with a girl he had known for a year and a half, who, coincidentally, had also just broken up with her boyfriend.
“How are we going to do this? I just broke up and don't want to date right now” Y/n listened to Jeremiah's heart beating fast as she lay on his bare chest.
Jeremiah exhaled, shaking his head. “I don't want to date either.”
The silence of the night filled Y/n's dark room. The girl's body was covered by a light comforter with pink flower details, and a few light gusts of wind blew against her window.
“We can be casual. I mean, we can do this from time to time, but we can still be friends.”
“Friends? Honestly, I've always considered you a colleague, no offense.” Y/n raises her hand as a way of apologizing, eliciting a low laugh from the man.
“Non taken.” He replies without commenting further on the subject. “Are you in?” His light eyes question her.
Unlike Jeremiah, who was able to sustain several casual relationships with different women and men, she needed true love and exclusivity, but her neediness haunted her like a thief seeking to steal her peace of mind. Even though she knew she couldn't endure this type of relationship for long, being alone seemed much more frightening. With a heavy heart, she nodded, staring back at him.
“I'm in.”
10 months later
“You're an idiot!” Y/n hits Jeremiah's arm while laughing loudly.
“You started it!” He laughs louder, pushing her slightly to the side.
“What's your problem? Seriously. You knew she was choking, and instead of helping, you just started laughing in the middle of the date.”
“What could I do? She would stop coughing eventually.” Jeremiah gets up from the dark green couch in the living room of the fraternity house he shares with other boys.
“Not laugh at her?” The girl hugs her legs while her feet are on the couch.
After months of maintaining a casual relationship, it seemed that everything they had planned was nothing more than a well-orchestrated play, where the main actors were their hearts. At the beginning of their relationship, it was really nothing more than a relationship without attachment or emotional care, based on neediness and sex, but nothing lasts that long. As time went by, the neediness turned into real affection, and the sex turned into intimacy. They no longer went out just because they felt lonely, but because they really wanted each other's company, since being apart hurt more. However, the big obstacle was that they were both too self-centered to admit to each other that they felt more than they had agreed to, and if they told each other, they could lose everything they had built.
Of all the things they had agreed on, there was one main rule.
If one of them fell in love, they had to tell the truth so they could stop.
But neither of them had the courage to tell the truth.
“I couldn't control myself, seriously. She was turning red, almost matching the tomato sauce on the spaghetti we were eating.” Jeremiah shakes his head as he laughs, walking toward an open part of the room where the kitchen was located.
Y/n's stomach churned for a second, swallowing hard at the feeling of knowing she wasn't the only one. That feeling seemed wrong, since she couldn't feel replaced, given that she was never chosen in the first place. It even seemed hypocritical of her, since she was also able to go on dates with different men, but she always ended up thinking that “they're not Jere.” Jeremiah's sexual encounters with other women and men seemed like a major threat to the kind of relationship they had established. Y/n knew that eventually, Jeremiah would find someone he truly loved and would move mountains for that person, but that they would never be anything more.
It couldn't be labeled as just a “situationship,” but rather two people too proud to admit their feelings, because they knew it would ruin their relationship.
“Well, I'm going back to my dorm.” Y/n gets up, adjusting her white knee-high socks, her feet touching the cold wood of the living room floor.
“Already? It's still seven o'clock at night, and you promised you'd watch the new Avatar movie with me.” He complains, frowning as he sits back down in his corner of the couch after returning from the kitchen with a green can of energy drink in his hand.
“I thought you and your date had already watched it.” She replies, grabbing her leather jacket from the arm of the couch, not breaking eye contact with her friend.
“We watched it for 20 minutes before turning off the TV and went to my room.” He replies casually, opening the can, which makes a hissing sound.
Y/n feels her stomach churn just thinking about the fact that he might smell like his lover from last night.
“Sorry, Jere. I have work to do, and I have to turn it in as soon as possible so it doesn't pile up in Mr. Woods' class. You know how annoying he can be.” Y/n makes up an excuse, putting on her coat and walking toward the door.
Fisher notices a strange reaction, which wasn't the first time it had happened since he started telling Y/n about his casual sexual encounters. He takes a quick sip of his drink, gets up, and follows her with quick steps.
Unlike Y/n, Jeremiah was able to hide his feelings very well for someone who had always been emotional during his romantic experiences. He could sense that something had changed between them some time ago, and even his behavior was more careful than usual with Y/n in relation to the people he dated, but what could he say?
If he asked Y/n about what she was feeling, they would enter the dangerous territory of “what are we doing?” or even “we need to stop,” and neither of them was prepared to take that step. It wasn't as if Jeremiah didn't feel a slight jealousy when Y/n told him about her potential dates, or even when she went out dressed up without mentioning who she was going out with, since she always told him where she was going or asked him to choose the clothes she would wear that day. The couple played at being boyfriend and girlfriend, but they only played with each other's feelings for fear of hurting each other.
“Wait, it's dark, and it's going to start snowing soon. I can drive you.” He offers, watching the girl in dark jeans put on her brown boots.
“It's okay, Jere. Really.” She insists, zipping up her boots and fixing her hair.
“Let me call an Uber, then.” He takes his cell phone out of his jeans pocket, but is stopped by the cold hands of the woman in front of him.
The girl stares at him, expressionless, causing a feeling of confusion in the man in front of her, who responds with a lost expression.
“Are we okay?” He asks.
And they both knew they weren't.
“Yes, of course.” She replies, sniffing her nose and turning her back on him.
“Y/n,” he calls her, before she can open the door.
Looking out of the corner of her eye and holding back the tears that seem to threaten to wet her eyes, the girl takes a deep breath, turning the doorknob and opening the door, letting in a gust of cold wind that makes her whole body shiver. She didn't know if it was the electricity of the feeling that overwhelmed her, or just the cold, but she couldn't stand still anymore. A hand touched her wrist lightly, as if it were a silent request for her to stay and talk, but she had nothing to talk about.
“I have to go,” she replies, taking her wrist and going down the stairs.
Jeremiah felt a tightness in his chest, and the cold invading his figure standing at the door. A force inside him screamed for him to say something. A voice inside him said that it would be right to stop playing with what they were experiencing and finally decide to be mature, rather than pretend that the sea between them was not turbulent.
In an act of desperation, Jeremiah quickly runs to his room, while receiving insults from his housemates for leaving the door open. The blond stumbles down the stairs, heading towards his room, looking for the heaviest shirt he could find and his pair of closed shoes with slightly worn soles. The man pulls a blue lined sweater from the drawer of his wardrobe next to his double bed and a pair of black Converse sneakers that were lost under his bed, putting them on as quickly as he can.
“What the fuck is going on?” One of Jeremiah’s roommates opens his bedroom door, hearing the commotion in the next room.
“Y/n,” he replies, sitting on the floor and putting on his shoes with nimble fingers, missing the lace. “I need to talk to her, and she's leaving now.”
“What's going on?” Another roommate appears, leaning against the dark brown door frame, watching the desperate image of the blond putting on his shoes.
“He's going after Y/n.”
“What a slut, Fisher. Wasn't it enough to have sex with Lindsay yesterday, and now you're going after Y/n?”
“Shut up, Tommy,” Jeremiah curses him, getting up from the floor and quickly passing between the two men who occupied the space of his doorway.
Jeremiah feels his heart racing, rethinking everything that had happened in the last few months. He knew he was feeling more, he saw that he was giving himself more, and yet, yes, he couldn't allow everything to happen because he still had an open wound. The wound of abandonment, of fear of making mistakes, of fear of hurting, and especially of fear of losing Y/n due to a lack of honesty. The blond slams the front door shut, running through the streets of the university town, trying to find Y/n in the dark and the cold gusts that seemed like a breath pushing them further apart.
Y/n stopped walking and started running. She was sweating cold under her warm clothes, but it seemed that when she was running, for a second, she was escaping from the situation she had allowed herself to get into. Her tears smudged her mascara, and her breath came out in the form of steam. Her sighs were not enough to fill her lungs, because it seemed that her whole body was empty, empty of herself and empty of love. The neighborhood was lit up, even though inside her, everything was dark.
Her legs grew tired, and on a random street, she sat down near a bus stop and cried. With Christmas approaching, the streets were becoming increasingly empty of students and residents who were traveling to the coast to see their families. The sound of the leaves on the trees rustling against her made the empty street seem less lonely. The girl felt the tears running down her thighs as she rested her head in her palms.
Her thoughts were racing, and all she could think was that she shouldn't have answered that call at 11 p.m. ten months ago. That she shouldn't have gotten involved with someone she knew couldn't handle a casual relationship without getting attached, but, on top of all that, that she allowed herself to fall in love with the 'almost' instead of investing in someone who would give her the real thing.
“Y/n!” Jeremiah calls her, causing the girl to quickly raise her head when she sees the blond man waiting for her on the other corner, where white lights brighten the street and clouds make the sky cloudier, causing the moon to disappear.
He stares at her with concern, crossing the street and walking towards her. The girl gets up, but he stops her from continuing to walk.
“Please. Just... tell me what's going on,” he asks, walking slowly toward her, who had her gaze fixed to the side and her arms crossed. “Sit here.” He sits down at the bus stop, making room for her to share the bench with him.
They both remain silent until Y/n accepts the invitation and sits next to Jeremiah, who watches her with worried and distressed eyes. The girl swallows her salty tears, leaning her head against the half-open glass cabin, closing her eyes once more before saying what was hidden in her heart. They both knew where that conversation was going, and what hurt the most was not saying it, but the consequence of what would be said.
“I can't do this anymore. I honestly can't do this anymore.” Y/n replies, looking at the brick wall and flowers that complemented it across the street. "We agreed to be casual, and for a long time we really were, but today we're not anymore. Not like we were before.“ The girl sniffs. ”We have intimacy, connection, affection, and love for each other, and that makes it harder to let you go."
“I'm sorry I talked about Lindsay,” Jeremiah replies in a low voice.
“No... don't apologize.” She raises her hand as a gesture of refusal. “You and I are free to be with whomever we want and do whatever we want because we have nothing.”
“Even so. I should have realized that my comments about other people made you uncomfortable because you always acted like everything was fine.”
“Because should it be.” Y/n finally returns her gaze to Jeremiah. “I may be crazy, and I may just be pretending something to myself because carrying this feeling alone seems less reasonable, but I feel like you feel the same way.”
Jeremiah falls silent, his mouth forming a straight line. She wasn't lying. He knew he was feeling more too.
“Yeah.” He replies, nodding and looking away at his hands playing with each other. “I really do feel more than we agreed on.”
Y/n's tears return to her throat, causing her to grimace as she crosses her arms and simply agrees to herself what she already imagined was happening. Their chemistry was undeniable, and everything they did was in perfect harmony, as if they were playing on the same frequency and the same song, but there was no guarantee that they would work well together if they tried something more. Even though they were good friends, they knew they couldn't support each other, and every time that feeling came up, it was as if a piece of their hearts was torn out and set on fire.
“But we'll never work out with each other,” Y/n adds, licking her lips.
“Would you like us to have something more?” Jeremiah gains the confidence to ask.
“In another universe, maybe we would work out, but in this one, no.” Y/n feels her chest ache. “That wasn't the Christmas present I was hoping to receive, by the way,” the girl comments, making Fisher chuckle with a sideways smile.
“I should have told you sooner. And that was the rule, wasn't it? To tell each other if we started to feel something more.”
“But I didn't say anything either, so we're even.” Y/n comments in a tearful voice, trying to smile, but breaking him apart.
Jeremiah looks at her, feeling his eyes burn. Carefully, he puts one of his arms around her to try to give her the rest of the care he could muster at that moment. Y/n didn't want to lie on Jeremiah's chest once again and allow herself to be vulnerable again, as if all those months she was falling in love with him weren't enough. However, above all else they might feel for each other, he was still her friend and would not want to hurt her under any circumstances.
“I'm sorry.” She presses her wet face against Fisher's blue jacket, smearing it with the black mascara that marked her eyes.
“It's okay.” He runs his heavy hands over her back. “Your Christmas present was a ‘How I Met Your Mother’ themed mug, by the way.”
Y/n laughs through her tears.
“Yours was a surfer Jellycat ” Jeremiah smiles when he hears about her Christmas present.
They both sat in silence, sharing the synchronicity of their hearts for the last time. The crying subsided, time passed, and a few snowflakes hung in the air. The couple remained in each other's company until they were safe enough to stop hugging. It was the first snowfall of winter in the city, signaling the beginning of a new season. Y/n and Jeremiah looked at each other, taking a deep breath and slowly moving away from each other on the same bench they were sitting on.
“Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?” Jeremiah puts his hands in his coat pockets.
“No, I need to go alone.” The girl replies, getting up.
“You don't have to leave,” Jeremiah looks at her as if asking in another context.
“I won't be gone long, but I need this time to myself,” she replies, looking down at him.
“I'm here, I'm not leaving.”
“But it's going to start snowing harder in a little while,” Y/n warns, eliciting a sad smile from the blond.
“You know what I'm talking about,” he replies.
“I know...I know,” she looks at him one last time, seeing a bus approaching the bus stop. The sound of cars passing by the intersections is still present, and the air is thinner to breathe because of the cold.
“Good night, Y/n,” Jeremiah says as soon as Y/n turns her back.
Her chest burns, no longer swallowing the feeling that was inside her, but because the truth had finally come to fruition. The truth that even though they loved each other, in that universe, at that moment, they would not be able to be together. With a trembling lip, Y/n replies, looking at him over her shoulder:
Summary: You’ve been wanting to mix it up in the bedroom with your boyfriend for a while. With Peter’s powers, that ceiling has been looking awfully tempting…
A/N: in case you can’t visualize it, here’s a link to basically what the position is. and ty to @sa1nt-bambi-cinema for these cute dividers! enjoy!
Friday nights were your favorite. While most of the dorms poured into the halloween parties down the hall, you preferred the quiet of your room. After a week crammed with papers and lectures, you needed the break. The pumpkin lights across the wall were lit along with your candle (the one your boyfriend gave you in a Boo-Basket) on your nightstand. Most nights you had a Tim Burton movie quietly playing in the background, but tonight you just wanted to listen to the police scanner. It was routine, one that started after you learned your boyfriend was Spider-Man. Hearing the dispatches as you worked we’re oddly comforting, allowing you to know if he’s okay or not.
Tonight you laid in bed studying—well, doodling in the margins of your notes. The rattle of your fire escape broke the quiet. You didn’t startle. Instead, a smile tugged at your lips the moment you saw the familiar red gloves pushing your window open.
“Pete!” You slid off the bed to the window.
“Hey,” you could hear his smile through his mask. “How’s my girl?” He tugged his mask off and tossed his mask onto your cluttered desk.
“Better now.” You smile as he leans in, taking your face into his gloved hands and pressing a tender kiss to your lips.
Peter always gave you the sweetest of kisses when he came back from patrols. He never rushed your kisses. He lived with the knowledge that every time he put the suit on, there was a chance he wouldn’t come back to you. And so, when he did, he made sure you felt it—his relief, his love.
He hummed slowly, tasting the faint sweetness of your chapstick. “Missed you today,” he murmured, words melting into the kiss.
“Then stay the night,” you whispered back, teeth grazing his lower lip, playfully.
He could never say no to you. He answered by pressing his lips harder against yours hungrily. With a soft click, he hit the spider emblem on his suit, the fabric peeling away and pooling at his feet. He stepped forward, guiding you back toward the bed, when you stopped him with both hands pressed to his chest.
He broke the kiss instantly, brows knitting. “Everything okay?”
You swallowed, nerves bubbling in your chest. “I- uh… can we try something?” The heat crawling up your neck made it hard to get the words out. You’d been sitting on this question for weeks—probably longer—rehearsing it in your head, only to chicken out every time. It was stupid. Ridiculous. You two have been dating for almost five years now. You’re each other’s first everythings. And yet, the idea of asking scared you shitless.
Peter’s touch softened, thumbs caressing your skin to ease your nerves. “Oh, sure. What did you have in mind?”
You groaned under your breath, before the words tumbled out in a rush. “Okay, so, hypothetically, do you think it’s possible to- and you can totally say no! It’s just an idea. A concept, really. A weird one-”
“Babe.” He cut off your rambling with a chuckle. “Tell me.”
You grimaced, and forced the words past your lips. “Do you think it’s possible to… y’know. Do it on the ceiling?”
Silence. You braced for laughter or judgement. Whatever comes first.
Instead, Peter broke into the widest grin you’d ever seen. “Oh, thank god! I’ve been wanting to ask you the same thing!”
Your eyes snapped wide open. “You- you have?!”
“Yes!” He laughed. “I’ve always wondered if my powers would even work for… that.”
You stared at him, awed and relieved, before finally cracking a nervous laugh. “So… how does this even work? You can just- what- crawl up there and…?” Your eyes drifted to the ceiling like it might offer instructions.
Peter followed your gaze, lips twitching with a smirk, then leaned back in to kiss you again. This one was slower, more deliberate, the kind of kiss that could drench your panties in an instant. “Don’t worry,” he murmured against your mouth. “I’ve got an idea. You trust me?”
“Always.”
He kissed you harder, tongue brushing yours. You let him in, tongues exploring each other’s. The police scanner quickly faded into background noise.
His hands work their way down your body to massage your ass through your pants, tugging you against him. Then they move up to the hem of your shirt, peeling it off and tossing it onto the rug. Of course, you didn’t wear a bra, it was Friday night. So, when his eyes roamed your breasts, he grew all the more hungry for you. He quickly dives in, nipping and sucking at the skin of your neck in hopes to form a mark. Hands still roaming and massaging every inch of exposed skin.
“Mmmm, fuck, Pete,” a sigh escapes you as you let your eyes shut and focus on the feeling.
He moved to your hips and pushed down your pants and panties in one move. You gasp when his fingers slide through your folds, testing how wet you were. In just one pass, his fingers were soaked.
“Shit, babe, you’re fucking drenched for me. Have you been like this all night—waiting for me to come back?” He rubs light circles against your clit.
Biting your lip, you nod and let out a pathetic “Mhm.”
“Poor thing,” He coos into your neck. “I’ll make it up to you.”
He turns you around holding you against his chest. You feel him shuffling behind you to take his boxers off. His cock springing free and hitting your ass. You can feel his tip, wet with precum, smearing against your skin.
His arm wraps around your torso and he gives your neck open mouthed kisses. “You ready?” His voice was an octave lower now.
“Ready.” You grip onto his arm around you.
He raises his free hand and jumps, sticking to the ceiling. You feel his abs flex against you as he brings his legs up, sticking his knees to the ceiling as well. Now, you laid back on his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder.
The dorm looked so different like this. You notice some spider webs in the corner, the top of your book shelf that needed dusting. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening after so many nights of fantasizing what it would be like.
“Are you okay like this?” He reaches down, pulling your thighs to drape over his, opening you up for him.
“Y-yeah,” you nod nervously.
He kisses your cheek and reaches for his cock, adjusting the tip against your entrance. You squirm a little, feeling the head slide up and down your folds, collecting your wetness.
“Pete,” you whine, needy for more.
“I gotcha.” He says, low into your ear.
That first thrust in made your head fall back, hair dangling over his shoulder, and a deep moan to flow out.
Peter grunted as your hot, wet pussy squeezed around his tip. “Ohhh, fuck. That good?” He asks as he slides another inch in.
“So good, Pete.” Your hips buck for more.
Pleased with your reaction, he starts pushing the rest in, slow and careful, making your pussy stretch for him. It was a slight burn like always, but nothing uncomfortable. In fact, you kind of liked it. You liked knowing that only his cock could stretch you so perfectly to fit him.
He kissed your neck as you whimpered. “You're doing so good. I’m almost all in.”
You felt exposed and at his whim. Legs forced open by his thighs, his hand now massaging your breasts, lips on your neck, and dangling from the ceiling, only protected by him.
Once he’s fully settled inside you, he gives you a moment, feeling your walls flutter around him. “Shit, you’re tight.” He grits his teeth.
“I need it, Peter.” You whine. Your core ached with a need that only he could satisfy.
“I know, baby,” he gives you a few deep and agonizingly slow strokes, testing how he could do this on the ceiling.
You mewl at the drag of his cock—so deep you feel like he’s split you in half. One of your hands held onto his arm while the other reached back to thread into his messy curls. His cock was quickly coated in you, making each thrust easier. He pulled out slowly and slammed back in, making you yelp. Satisfied, he picks up the pace, bucking harder into you.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!” Your hand fist his hair, making him groan. He loved when you tugged his hair whether he was fucking you silly or eating you out.
“You like that?” He panted into your ear. “Want it deeper?”
“Yes, more! More!” You pleaded, already addicted to the feeling he was fucking into you.
You couldn’t stop the wails coming out of you if you wanted to. Thank god, there were a million halloween parties happening down the hall, or else everyone on your floor would know how good Peter was fucking you right now.
He kissed your shoulder, watching how your body writhed on top of his.
Satisfied with your plea, he drives into you with even more force. Those brutal thrusts, yanked a sob from you each time his tip kissed the soft, sensitive spot inside you.
“You sound so pretty.” He sighed. “Taking me- ngh so- so well. Look at you- oh, fuuuck.”
You could barely reply, babbling nonsense back.
The ache in your belly soothed with each push and pull of his thick cock dragging against the sensitive walls of your cunt—the feeling replaced with pure pleasure.
“You’re fucking incredible.” He nips at your neck while his fingers lightly twist your hard nipples. “So hot. Just wanna be- NGH buried inside your pussy all day.”
“Peterpeterpeterpeter!” Your back arched off his chest, brushing against the ceiling, tilting your cunt towards him to get more.
“Fuck! You want even more, huh?”
“Mhm! Ah-ah! Please!”
“I’ll give it to you. Been so good for me. My good, perfect girl.”
A shriek escapes you as his thrusts become even more powerful and sloppy. The slick sound coming from between your legs was obscene. His thrusts so powerful, his balls started smacking against your cunt while you only got wetter and wetter.
“Oh my go- MFPH!” He bit the nape of your neck, trying not to come yet. “Shit!” He hissed, as you squeezed him.
“Oh, god, it’s so good!” You cry out.
Your arousal was dripping down his balls and onto the floor. Occasional faint splats could be heard between the vulgar sounds coming from the two of you. You feel his abs flexing against your back as he hammers into you like a possessed man.
“Just like that! Don’t stop, don't stop! Please, Pete!”
His hand releases your breast and slides down to your soaked cunt. Your hips jerk when the calloused pad of his middle finger brushes through your lips finding your clit.
“Peter!” You shrieked as pleasure blinded you.
Your thighs quiver and try to clamp together, but kept pried open by his.
“Fuuuck! You’re so tight, I’m- Ungh I’m not gonna last long, you’re s-squeezing me so fucking tight, baby.” His words slur together the closer he gets to the edge.
“I-I’m so close!” You squeak out. “I’m- I’m-“
He was ruthless against your clit, rubbing in small circles. “That’s it. Cum all over my cock, I know you can do it.” He growled into your ear.
It was too much, your body couldn’t possibly hold out any longer. Your orgasm hits you, sending every nerve of your body on fire. Your back arched, nipples brushing against the ceiling.
“That’s my girl. Ah!” He hissed. “I’m cumming- fuck! I’m cumming!” He moans into your neck.
Your pussy was clamping around him, throbbing and milking his cock. He fucked you both through your highs, burying his cum deep inside you while his fingers moved until you were whimpering and shaking in his arms.
As his thrusts slow and fingers ease up, you both pant, trying to reclaim your breaths. Peter’s head fell back, looking at the room upside down.
“You okay?” You chuckle, turning your head to look at him.
“Amazing,” he sighs and comes back up to look at you. “We’re definitely doing that again.”
Your blissed out face makes him smile. ”Yes, please.”
He leans in and softly kisses you. At least until the dripping sound becomes apparent. He pulls back, giving you a guilty smile. “I’ll clean that up.”
A/N: This was written specially for my bestie. I hope u like it🌼
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peter parker’s never kissed anyone, and pretending to do it in a closet was just to spare him the humiliation. teaching him the basics? innocent enough. until he starts learning how to touch, how to beg, and how to make you forget it was ever pretend (completed)
genres: college au, fake-dating, friends w. benefits
notes: contains smut! block the tag below to not get it on ur feed! but whew. tony stark and the avengers are alive i say as they drag me back into the white room… set around christmas time bc i like the vibes lol
A/N: Y'all... i don't even think i have to say something about THIS look of Jere, cause-
Summary: Y/n, Jeremiah's best friend, let him crash out on her couch for some months, but having him around it's hard... specially when you know there's something between you two
Warnings: Fem!Receiving, Fem!Masturbation, cursing and sexual content (w/pet names)
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Gif by @just-b-yourself
“What are you still doing here?” Y/n is confronted with the image of her best friend lying on the couch in her apartment.
Jeremiah and Y/n had been best friends since college started, and he had broken up with Belly in the middle of their freshman year. As much as he loved her, Jeremiah realized he couldn't force something that wasn't meant to be, so he ended up just giving up and focusing on finishing his studies. Because of his single status, Jere met Y/n at one of the parties his fraternity had thrown to try to cheer Jeremiah up after his breakup. They talked all night, and as much as they felt they wanted to be with each other, nothing sexual had happened. Since then, the couple had a solid, well-established relationship based on their friendship, even though they felt it was something they might not be able to sustain for long.
“Conrad and Belly are traveling together, so Laurel and John decided not to have a Christmas party and spent the holiday together traveling as well,” Jeremiah replies, adjusting his round metal glasses.
“But didn't Steven say you could stay with him and Taylor?” Y/n throws her bag on the floor, sitting at the blond's feet, who makes room for his friend to sit with him.
"He did, but I don't want to ruin their first Christmas after almost three years apart. And also, I don't feel like filling my ears with the sound of the headboard hitting the wall after they say they're ‘just going to fix a few things first.’" The blond gestures with his fingers, making quotation marks when he mentions the phrase, causing the girl in the burgundy red shirt and dark jeans to chuckle softly.
“Well, my family got into that phase of arguing about politics and the atmosphere started to get tense, so I grabbed some jars, filled them with food, and brought them here,” she says, crossing her arms and laying her head on the sofa. “Did they let you off work? I thought Christmas was the busiest day at the restaurant.”
“Apparently, I worked too much this month because of overtime, and this was my gift. Time off for the holiday.” Fisher turns his palms upward as he explains.
“Long live labor rights, right?” Y/n says sarcastically, making the tan guy smile and shake his head. “Want something to eat? There's wine in the fridge too.” The girl points to the refrigerator a few feet from the TV room, as her apartment is small enough that there are no separate rooms.
“I know, I already drank it all.” Jere settles into his dark gray sweater, making Y/n wrinkle her nose and grumble afterwards.
“Ugh, I swear to God that one of these days I'm going to put a lock on all my good wines so you don't drink them all at once, and my sweets too, especially the ones my aunt brings from time to time.” The girl takes off her shoes, pulling the blanket that was covering the boy toward her.
“I'll sneak you some champagne from the restaurant.” Jeremiah tries to redeem himself, but Y/n shakes her head. “I'm serious. You've helped me so much since I stopped living with my dad. There must be something I can do for you.”
“Not leaving your dirty tissues on the floor, not drinking my expensive wine, and paying the rent on time already helps me a lot. Oh, and no girls or boys. We've already talked about this.” Y/n warns, putting Jeremiah on the defensive, raising his hands in surrender.
“Don't worry. I haven't been dating anyone, well, besides a few friends with benefits here and there, but nothing that's going anywhere as a relationship.” He reflects, turning his eyes to the television showing a cooking show. The sound of cars honking and the wind blowing hard against the apartment window were the sounds that filled the place. Y/n smiles without showing emotion, looking at her nails, not mentioning the subject so that he feels free to open up on his own. "I think I'm still a little afraid of meeting new people because I don't know what to expect from them. I know I can't expect anything from anyone, but I feel like if I were to get involved with someone, it would have to be someone I know and trust enough to give myself to, like I gave myself to... well... you know."
Y/n agrees, putting her hand on her head and resting her elbow on the top of the couch. The girl exhales, agreeing to herself, but with a twinge of jealousy when he mentions his other friends with benefits. Even though they had never done anything, it was strange to know that he was coming home late because he was having sex with someone else. Jeremiah, personally, would not admit that he had often tried to get Y/n's attention by going out with other girls to see how she would react, but, in a very controlled way, the girl tried her best to show that she didn't care.
The silence returns, broken when Y/n decides to be bold and asks:
“And who would that be? If you could choose anyone.” The girl crosses her arms, while her friend looks at her with a curious gaze, smiling slightly and adjusting his body on the pillow where his head had been resting until then.
“Why do you want to know?” he asks smugly, making the woman roll her eyes, but with a smile on her face.
“Because you always say that, but you never really seem to fall in love with anyone, as if something is still holding you back, and I know it's not Belly, because if it were, you'd be depressed that she's spending a romantic month with Conrad in Paris.”
“Ouch.” Jeremiah puts his own hand on his chest, as if he had been struck by his friend's harsh words. "It's not about Belly. I think it's my insecurity about investing in someone who might end up leaving me, and once again, I waste my energy on someone who doesn't really give me as much as I'm willing to give. And, answering your question..." He pauses, biting his lower lip and then shaking his head, as if he had given up on the thought.
“Fisher, don't even start. If you started, now just say it.” Y/n kicks the boy under the blanket, making him laugh.
“I don't want to sound weird, but you wouldn't be a bad option... in fact... the best I can think of,” he says, unable to look directly into the bright eyes of his best friend, who feels her cheeks burn at his response. “I mean, we know each other, we care for each other, I know your flaws and you know mine... I don't think it would be such a crazy idea.”
Y/n opens her mouth to speak, but her words seem to get stuck. Her heart burns, and it feels like the coldness in the room is melting away from the warm feeling that invades her chest. It wasn't as if she had never thought of something like this before, but at what cost would she ruin what they have? For several nights, she thought she would like to be the girls he touched and kissed, while for several nights Jeremiah went to sleep thinking he could be sharing the bed with Y/n and smelling the scent of after-bath lotion.
“It's not like I haven't thought about it too before.” Y/n turns her eyes to her lap, trying to divert her body's anxious reaction so that she appears detached from the feeling.
Jeremiah tilts his head, furrowing his eyebrows upon hearing his friend's real answer. He pauses the program, placing the remote control on the table in the middle of the TV room, waiting for Y/n to finish her sentence. The atmosphere had become more tense, but it was inevitable. Something they both knew could happen, but until now, they hadn't talked about it.
“I mean,” the girl looks out of the corner of her eye, finally gathering the courage to face him. “That's what you said. We've been friends for a long time, and we know each other, we have a good relationship, and the only thing stopping us from having anything so far is the fact that you're not in love with me.” She shrugs, but Jeremiah adjusts his posture, moving closer to the woman. He feels as if his stomach has turned, and now he swallows hard.
“And who told you that?”
“What?” The girl sees that their shoulders are almost touching.
If it weren't for the sound of the strong wind, it might be possible to hear the thoughts running through the girl's mind.
“Who told you I'm not in love with you?”
Those words seem to cut the air from Y/n's lungs, who shakes her head, not believing what she has heard. She laughs, an awkward laugh, patting Jeremiah on the shoulder as she forces a smile.
“That wine really got to you, huh.” She smiles. “I think it's late, I'm going to bed.” She gets up, but the blond man's strong hand grabs her wrist, causing him to get up with her. “Jeremiah.” She closes her eyes as she calls his name, with fear and apprehension.
“How long are you going to deny everything you see?” he asks. The difference in height makes her look up slightly, staring into the light eyes of the man who maintains a confused expression. "I know how you look at me, and I know you know how I look at you. And you can't deny it, especially after that day when we were coming back from Caroline's birthday party."
Y/n swallows hard, turning her head slightly to the side as she stares at him. On her childhood best friend's birthday, they were both leaving late at night from the place where the celebration had been held, and for a second, everything seemed to cease to exist. Their eyes begged for an intimate touch, their chests pressed against each other, while Y/n's back was pressed against the wall of a dimly lit, quiet street. Jeremiah looked her up and down, and they were so close that their breaths mingled. Nothing happened, and they couldn't even explain what was holding them back.
“What do you want me to say?” The girl seems to spit out her words.
Jeremiah releases the wrist he was gently holding, allowing her the choice of accepting what was happening between them, or just walking away without saying anything.
“The truth, because I don't want to lie to myself anymore that everything we know we feel is just a figment of my imagination.” Jeremiah takes a deep breath, feeling his body get warmer than usual.
“ Fine!” The girl raises both arms, then puts them down, showing her surrender to the subject. “I know we're not just friends. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Jeremiah clenches his jaw, frowning. His body seemed to scream, and his words, vomited out because they had been bitterly held back for so long. Instead, he just holds both sides of Y/n's face, pulling her fiercely to his soft lips, begging that this wasn't the worst idea he could have had in the last few months. And for Y/n, even if it meant they could lose their friendship forever, she couldn't pretend she didn't care anymore.
The girl held tightly near the top of Jeremiah's hoodie, pulling him closer. The kiss was desperate, and their tongues didn't mind invading beyond the space of their mouths, kissing even the corners of their lips and a little above them as well. The blond man moved his hands down to the back of Y/n's covered thighs, placing her on his lap while kissing her. Her glasses were still on her face, and because of the carefree movement, they were smudged by the heat of their breath. The girl doesn't even warn him, because she had already lost every ounce of self-respect she had at that point.
Jeremiah lays her down on the dark sofa, gently removing her hair from her face so he can focus on her eyes, which had already descended back to the boy's mouth. The blond smiles sideways, removing his glasses and leaving them on the coffee table in the center of the room, sliding his hands to the girl's waist, while Y/n's legs hugged the young man's torso, causing their laps to touch. In response to the closeness, they both moaned softly, returning to where they had left off. Not even the sound of the television or the cold that hung in the air of the apartment was enough to keep them dressed. Fisher deepened the kiss, allowing it to become wetter and slower, so that he could truly taste the flavor he had imagined so much.
“Jere,” the girl moaned between wet kisses, receiving a grunt in response. “Take off your pants.”
Not even Jeremiah knew it was humanly possible to remove an item of clothing as quickly as he took off his black and white plaid pants, letting them fall to the floor and moving on top of Y/n once again, settling between her legs. The blond slid his hands to the button of Y/n's pants, easily undoing it and slowly lowering the zipper without removing his lips from hers, who didn't want him to be away for another second. His curious fingers slid, with silent permission given by the woman, inside her pants, where, adjusting his hand, he could already feel the heat of her arousal.
The girl moaned softly as Jeremiah pulled his mouth away from Y/n's, allowing him to focus his eyes on hers. It wasn't a dream. It was real, and it was right in front of her. Jeremiah Fisher, her best friend, was looking at her completely vulnerable, with desire in his clear eyes, his mouth pink and wet, and his fingers slowly sliding to the girl's clitoris without her even having to ask. Her eyes closed in pleasure, arching her back but letting her head rest on the sofa.
“Can I take them off?” Jeremiah refers to the jeans that seemed to be delaying the process.
“Please,” Y/n agrees, finally feeling the cold of the room on her thighs as her pants are pulled off her legs and thrown into a corner.
Once again, Jeremiah's fingers come into contact with Y/n's wetness, sliding them easily, without taking his eyes off the perverted expressions forming on her face. More and more, Fisher could feel his member throbbing in his underwear, making it impossible to think about two things at once. Fortunately, more than feeling Y/n taking him entirely, it was listening to her, and he was determined to do so. As if driven by instinct, Jeremiah kneels at the edge of the couch, pulling Y/n so that her intimacy is face to face with him, finally tasting her as if devouring her. Y/n slides her hands into the man's blond curls, pulling with desire every time she felt his tongue entering her pussy, while her fingers were focused on stimulating her clitoris.
The wet sounds came from the sucking Y/n received, making her moan louder knowing that he was also invested in giving her pleasure. With each spasm, and her trembling legs begging for more, Jeremiah felt like he couldn't hold himself in his pants, as if his cock needed to go inside her. His tongue could taste the hot, sweet flavor that Y/n's walls exuded each time he sucked her harder, no longer worrying if he would have to pay an extra fee to the condo if the neighbors complained about the noise.
“Jere,” the girl announces in her voice, which becomes thinner, that she is approaching her climax.
“You can come, love.” The vibration of his voice against Y/n's pussy makes her moan louder.
“For God's sake, get the condom that's in the first drawer of the dresser next to my bed, and come back here before I finish this myself.” Y/n says in a command, causing the boy to get up and run as fast as he can to find the condom.
His hands were shaking, and his sweatshirt was starting to get too hot to keep on. As soon as he finds it, he returns to the room, coming face to face with the sight of Y/n wearing only a black lace bra, while the rest of her body was exposed, waiting for him. Fisher exhales, walking slowly towards her as if everything were happening in slow motion and his eyes were drawing every curve so he could keep that moment in his mind. The blond pulls the back of his sweatshirt to take it off, but is stopped by his best friend's voice:
“I want you with it. I've always wanted to have sex half-dressed.” She admits, eliciting a surprised smile from the tanned man, who sits on the couch, removing his black boxer shorts and leaving them on the floor.
Y/n crawls a few steps until she is side by side with Jeremiah, kissing his face and moving down a few quick kisses to his ear. He tilts his head back, closing his eyes and turning them to the condom already in place, as if he were just waiting for confirmation. His mind wandered to Y/n's almost exposed breasts, which were now close to his face, since the woman's weight was on his lap.
“You are so beautiful.” His eyes shine. “More beautiful than I could have imagined.” His lips touch her breasts against the lace bra, while the girl's hands rest on the shoulder of the man dressed only in a sweatshirt. Slowly, she slides against his thickness, causing both of them to open their mouths as they feel that they complement each other perfectly. The tip of Jere's penis went directly to Y/n's G-spot, feeling that it was already throbbing against her. Jeremiah slides one of his hands to guide Y/n's movements, while his other hand holds one of her breasts, massaging them with his thumb. The girl herself was in a fog of desire, unable to decide whether to close her eyes to feel every inch of Jeremiah, or open them to see how he looked at her. Her waist moved back and forth, while her pussy decorated every inch that entered and left her, causing Jere to moan louder and louder, to the point that his strength seemed to triple and his fingers dug into her waist with desire.
“Shit, Y/n. Keep going.” He closed his eyes, tilting his head back once more.
With an effort that was worth it, she continues her movements, but increases the speed of her thrusts. Her breasts were contained in her bra, but it seemed that at any moment they could be exposed without warning. Jeremiah holds Y/n's head, making her body stick closer to his, finally helping her with the movements as his waist began to meet hers, fucking her mercilessly.
“Jeremiah!” Y/n digs her nails into the blond's sweatshirt, closing her eyes tightly.
“Every time you moan my name, I go faster,” he says, brushing her hair away from her ear and whispering in her ear. “Keep going, Y/n. I know you want it.”
“Kiss me,” Y/n demands, her wish quickly granted, even though she was more disorganized than before. “Jere,” she says against the kiss, asking for more.
“You want more, don't you? You always wanted it, I know you did. And I want you too, princess,” he admits, feeling that he can no longer hold back his cock being completely sucked by Y/n's slippery pussy. “Y/n,” he moans.
“Jere!” she exclaims, holding his neck and burying her face in his neck, who was also feeling like he was going to lose his sanity at any moment.
“Fuck yes, babe. Call my name.” His lip is bitten so hard by himself that he could feel a brief taste of blood on his tongue. A loud moan escapes his chest, closing his eyes once more and holding, with all his strength, his woman's slender body.
“Jere!” She exclaims once more, whimpering, until she feels her legs tremble and a warm feeling invade the pit of her stomach. “JEREMIAH!” She screams loudly against his neck.
Jeremiah feels his cock being squeezed by Y/n's walls, moaning loudly as he allows the orgasm to wash away all the horniness that had built up over several months since he realized he didn't see Y/n as just a friend. The transparent latex turns white, and then they both collapse on top of each other, panting and not knowing what to say.
Y/n swallows hard, brushing her hair away from her face and finally looking at Jeremiah, who still has his eyes closed. There is sweat on his forehead and just below his nose. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't say anything, because Y/n's face seemed to be wrapped in mystery. The silence was no longer heavy, but decisive. They could still feel each other, and finally their hearts beating in sync.
“It's okay if you want to pretend this didn't happen,” Jeremiah says, afraid he has ruined their friendship.
Y/n shook her head, slowly smiling at him and kissing him one last time.
“If I pretend I forgot, can we do it again?” The girl teased, making Fisher chuckle softly.
How are you? I was wondering if you can do a Jeremiah Fisher x fem Conklin reader when reader is the one in the car crash not Steven?
I'm still here-Jeremiah Fisher
A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I haven't written angst in a while now, so i hope you like it <3
Warnings: Mentions of blood and swearing
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The rain was light, and the window had a few heavy drops sliding down the transparent material of the car. Jeremiah's arms were tightly gripping the steering wheel while his girlfriend, Y/n, couldn't get a word in edgewise after the fight they'd had before going out to dinner. The girl had her body hugged to herself and her eyes fixed on her cell phone, trying to distract her mind with any Instagram post or a minimally funny TikTok. The blond exhaled deeply, showing his frustration, until the girl looked at him out of the corner of her eye:
“Can you keep your breathing down?” The girl asked, returning her eyes to her cell phone screen.
“If you stop being childish, maybe,” Jeremiah replies, his eyes fixed on the busy street.
“Me?” Y/n puts her cell phone in her lap, finally turning to the caramel-skinned young man who also turned his eyes briefly to the girl in order to hear what she was going to say “You haven't spoken to me since we left because of the same old fight”
“Y/n, if that's because of the party I went to...” Jeremiah opens his mouth to try to explain, only to be cut off.
"Party? What the fuck about the party, Jeremiah?" Y/n raises his voice, stuck in his chest. "It's not the party I'm angry about, but how you acted. Even though everyone on campus knows that you're dating me, you still gave the girls an opening to flirt with you!"
“I didn't give any opening!” Jere quickly lifts his hands off the steering wheel and puts them back. “My God, where did you think I gave you an opening?”
“Lacie was literally eating you up with her eyes, touching you when she laughed, and always trying to face you, even though I was on your side.” Jeremiah laughs sarcastically. “And what did you do? You just let her continue with that naughty little laugh of hers.” Y/n crosses her arms and shakes her head.
“And didn't you notice that I was always bringing you into the conversation?” Jeremiah feels his body burn every time the words become stronger and more emotional. “And she touched me once, on my shoulder, and when she tried to move her hand down to my forearm, I raised my arm to you and hugged you from the side.”
“Jeremiah, it doesn't matter!” The girl in the red dress drops her cell phone on the floor of the car.
“Fuck me". Jeremiah shakes his head, putting one of his hands on his forehead and rubbing it. “If it bothered you so much, why didn't you say so at the time? You had to wait for me to notice that you were acting strange towards me so that you could explode and ruin our dinner tonight,” The blond man in the black shirt with white buttons replies, receiving an unhappy grunt from his girlfriend.
“I ruined dinner? Whenever you have a fight with your father, everything is always thrown at me as if I were to blame instead of you seeking some kind of therapeutic help.” The girl takes off her seatbelt, turning her body completely toward the man who was losing his patience, and without noticing, speeds up the car.
“Now we're going to talk about me? Why do you always throw the subject at me? Can't you accept that you're wrong and that you're so proud?” The young man with light eyes raises his voice.
“And are you so stupid that you don't read your damn emails and realize that you were missing essential subjects to graduate this semester?” Jeremiah stops the car, causing the girl to have to rest her arm on the dashboard and the sound of the wheels against the asphalt to be loud even though it was wet.
The blond man bites his lip, unbuckling his seatbelt and turning his body toward the girl, who has her eyebrows pressed together and her jaw clenched.
“You're not my mother to tell me what I should or shouldn't do, Y/n.”
“But I have to act like it!” The girl raises her voice, which is the last straw for Jeremiah.
The man takes a deep breath, fury in his eyes, but feeling heavy-hearted at the comment made by his own girlfriend. Not only his father and his comparison to his older brother, but now his girlfriend as well. Jeremiah looks down at his lap, shaking his head, and says:
“If that's how you feel, then let's break up.”
Y/n feels all the warmth leave her body, replaced by a chill down her spine, as if her body understood that she had crossed the line, but her ego wouldn't allow her to apologize.
“Fine.” The girl bites her lower lip, keeping her mouth in a straight line. “If you're not man enough to hear your shit, it just shows you wouldn't be a good husband.”
"Great, maybe Conrad is a better husband for you. He's always been what you wanted, hasn't he? I was a second choice who just happened to be by your side when your life was falling apart because of a certain someone, who also happens to be named Conrad, but you're too blind to notice that he's just playing with your feelings. He always cared about having you, not loving you." Jeremiah spits out the words, causing the girl's eyes to fill with tears that threaten to fall at any moment.
“Get out of my car.” The girl orders. “Now.”
“The car isn't yours. Your parents pay for it and send you money to fill it up.” Jeremiah opens the driver's door, slamming it shut behind him.
The girl gasps loudly, letting the tears fall, but quickly wiping them away with the back of her hand. Her legs move to the driver's seat, adjusting the seat and starting the engine. Her heart was pounding, drawing her attention to what was happening, as if it were a sign to stop the car at the side of the road and go after Jeremiah, but her thoughts were on fire and nothing could make her go back on what she had said. As a result of her anger, the girl accelerated the car, turning around on the street without signaling, and at that very moment, her eyes were blinded by a white light that covered her entire window along with the sound of a loud horn.
Jeremiah, who had his back turned and was walking toward his dorm again, turned around with his hands in his pockets as soon as he heard the horn and the crash that followed. His heart seemed to have jumped out of his chest, and his throat burned as he screamed his girlfriend's name. Without control of his body, his feet seemed to have taken on a life of their own and ran to his girlfriend, who was unconscious in the driver's seat with cuts on her body from the glass from the dashboard that had shattered with the impact of the crash. The blond gasped, opening the door of his girlfriend's car, paralyzed.
The driver of the other car seemed to be conscious and alone, returning from work, judging by the business attire he was wearing. Jeremiah reached for his girlfriend's wrist, trying to check if she was alive, even with trembling hands and tears streaming down his eyes. His mind prayed and asked for forgiveness from all the forces in the universe as he thought about the possibility of her being dead.
“Y/N, PLEASE,” the blond man said loudly, sobbing.
He felt her pulse, and his legs seemed to have lost their strength, causing him to kneel on the ground. His hands reached for the cell phone in his pocket, trying to dial the emergency number, until it was finally answered. His voice was desperate, and his body trembled as he held the phone tightly while one of his hands touched his girlfriend's hand, squeezing it.
“Y/n, I'm here, okay? I'm here. I'm not leaving, okay? I'm here.” Fisher moaned in tears as he waited for someone to answer on the other line.
“911, what is your emergency?”
“M-my girlfriend was in a car accident. S-she's unconscious, but she has a pulse. Please come quickly, I...” The boy was out of breath from saying everything so fast, while his chest tightened with a mixture of feelings. His hand squeezed his girlfriend's hand tighter as he knelt on the floor with his head next to her seated body. “I can't lose her, she's my life, please. London Street with the 21st in the center.”
“We're on our way.”
Jeremiah hung up the phone, placing it on the floor and laying his head on his girlfriend's lap. Tears fell onto her dress, and still holding her hand, he said:
“Y/n, please stay awake, don't go away. Don't leave me, please.” The blond begged. “I'm an idiot, I don't know how to live without you, don't do this to me, please.” The raindrops took Jeremiah's feelings upon themselves, becoming heavier and stronger.
Y/n slowly opened one of her eyes, feeling her head and body ache. There was blood running down to her eyes, and her mouth tasted like steel as if there was blood in it. Y/n groaned, causing her boyfriend's eyes to quickly meet hers in a hopeful and regretful gaze. The blond stood up, gently touching both sides of his girlfriend's face, whose eyes were wandering over the wrecked car and the sight of an unconscious man breathing in the driver's seat of a white car that was in the same state as hers.
“Jere.” The girl searches for her boyfriend with her eyes. From her static gaze, she returns to reality, the shock causing her to cry out in despair. The girl sobs, feeling her chest heavy. “Jere,” the girl cries.
"I'm here, calm down. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, ever. I'm here." The young man tries to calm his girlfriend.
“I-” She tries to say.
“Shh” Her boyfriend calms her down. “Forget everything that happened. It doesn't matter.” The sound of the ambulance can be heard by both of them. “I'm here, okay?” Jeremiah kisses one of her free hands. “I'm here.”
A/N: 'From what i recall, you were the one who texted me to come over and... take care of businesses'
NO CAUSE IS THIS MAN INSANE OR WHAT????????
(Also tell me if you guys want a part 2 of this)
Summary: Y/n needs his boyfriend to take care of businesses...
Warnings: Fem!Receiving and swearing
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Gif by: @layla-keating
“Hey, babes. RU in class rn?”
The message that arrives with a buzzing sound catches the attention of the blond boy who was just a few steps away from entering the classroom. The boy takes his cell phone out of his pocket and responds without delay:
“Heading to class rn, why?”
A few seconds later, a gray bubble appears on his screen showing that his girlfriend, Y/n, was typing something. A pang of concern struck his chest as he stared at his cell phone, hoping to receive good news from his girlfriend.
“I need you.”
A sideways smile forms on the pink lips of the tanned blond, causing his focus on class to be completely taken away by the double entendre message. Already turning his back on the class, he doesn't take his blue eyes off his cell phone screen, avoiding the other students passing through the corridors with white walls and transparent doors with wooden frames.
“Need me? How?”
His hands were already sweating, and his mind could only remember other nights they had spent together.
“Need you to... take care of some... business.”
And that was the last straw for him to say goodbye to his Ethics class and run to his girlfriend's dorm room.
“Give me 5 minutes and I'll be there.”
The sound of the door slamming is heard by Y/n, who was lying face down on her single bed while using her cell phone for a few more minutes before her boyfriend arrived. Her heart pounded, and her body stood up quickly. Y/n walked slowly to the door, as if trying to play some kind of teasing game with Jeremiah.
As soon as she opened the door, she was met with the panting figure of the tall man with light eyes, who entered the dormitory, throwing his backpack aside on the floor, saying:
“So you're the one who wants me to take care of you, princess?” The blond slowly lowered his hands to his girlfriend's waist, who took a deep breath, looking up and down at him as he wore a long-sleeved polo shirt in green and red and dark shorts.
“That's what the message said, didn't it?” Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, already feeling her breath mingling with his.
“And what do you really want? Hmm?” The blond asks, bringing his body closer and closer to hers, as Y/n's breasts end up pressing against Fisher's strong chest.
“That you leave me voiceless like last time.” Y/n lowers her eyes to Jeremiah’s lips, feeling her whole body tingle from the burning sensation that grows stronger and stronger in her chest.
“Your wish is my command.” The blond's hands slide down to the back of Y/n's thigh, pulling her onto his lap as their lips lock together with desire.
Jeremiah holds Y/n's neck tightly, causing her to sigh against the kiss that becomes increasingly wet as their tongues meet more eagerly. Their bodies collide against the bed, without their kiss stopping, causing the sound of their weight to creak the bed. The blond's hands return to the top of Y/n's thigh, which was already uncovered due to the denim shorts she was wearing, moving to her waist and squeezing it every time he felt their collars meet.
Y/n moans softly against the kiss, sliding her lips to her boyfriend's neck, which is now being attacked by wet kisses and nibbles. Her slender fingers find his wavy hair, pulling it so she can control the blond's head, even though she already has complete control over his mind. Fisher closes his eyes, allowing himself to melt at the touch of his girlfriend, who was taking control without even realizing it.
“What's with the sudden urge? Did you miss me?” Jeremiah teases.
“You have no idea,” Y/n says against his neck, giving him one last kiss until Jeremiah raises one of his hands to Y/n's neck, strangling her slightly and pulling her away from kissing him.
His eyes, as light as they were, seemed to darken every time he looked at her with desire, and Y/n was completely obsessed. With a sideways smile, Jeremiah lowered his eyes, observing the image of the girl beneath him. Even with clothes covering everything he wanted to see, he couldn't help but admire her as beautiful prey to be devoured by a carnivore.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” Jeremiah says, turning his gaze back to Y/n's pleading eyes.
“What are you waiting for?” Y/n says with a defiant tone.
The man kisses her again, sliding one of his hands down to one of his girlfriend's covered breasts, while effortlessly unbuttoning her jeans and sliding the zipper all the way down. His kisses, like heavy raindrops, fall down her body, causing her waist to rise, waiting for him to do something. A satisfied smile appeared on Jere's lips as he effortlessly pulled down her shorts and threw them to the side of the bed. His breath moved quickly without the girl noticing, until it finally found its way to her navel. Her bright eyes met Jeremiah's once again, as if asking for permission to slide her panties between her legs and devour her. The girl nodded silently, but said vocally:
“Jere, the door. Lock it.” The girl remembers, causing the student to quickly get up and lock the door, also closing the windows, covering them with the thin fabric of the light curtain. “And the shirt, take it off.”
“I thought I was the one making the rules here,” says the blond, crawling over her body once again as soon as he finishes tidying up the dorm room. Without being able to argue any further, Fisher kneels at the edge of the bed, taking off his shirt and throwing it beside him. "Relax, princess. I'm going to take care of you really good.
Jeremiah pulls Y/n to the edge of the bed by her thighs, and she laughs softly in response, biting her lip. The blond removes her black panties with just one hand, not even bothering to warn her that his tongue would invade her. Y/n moans loudly, closing her eyes and opening her legs wider as the combination of lips and tongue kissing her intimacy makes her wetter than she already was. One of her hands reaches for his head once more, applying light pressure against it, implicitly asking him to continue where he was.
Fisher held Y/n's thighs, allowing his mouth to salivate more so that his tongue could slide against her clitoris more easily in circular movements. Taking advantage of the fact that most of the rooms on either side were empty due to class time, Y/n let the moans tear through her throat and her hands rest on her boyfriend's messy hair. While one of Jeremiah's hands moved up to the girl's waist, the other moved down, searching for her entrance, penetrating her without difficulty without his mouth losing its rhythm. His ring finger turned toward her, hitting the girl's G-spot, which was easily found because of how wet she was.
“Jere!” Y/n exclaims, lifting her hips. “Fuck.” Her head is thrown back, and her eyes are closed tightly as she feels that he has found her sensitive spot.
Like a green flag, he increases his movements, causing Y/n's lubricity to run down his chin as if he were sampling the sweetest groove in existence. His eyes open quickly, watching the image of his girlfriend grabbing the messy sheets that were now being used as an anchor. The girl moans once more, feeling that her heart was about to explode, just like her orgasm, which was on the verge of happening. Without trying to hold back, the girl once again raised her hips, screaming softly, announcing her arrival loudly. Jeremiah moved away, his eyes focused on the image of Y/n, and lowered them once again to where his mouth was. His lips returned to her wet spot, kissing her and cleaning up the rest of the pleasure given to his girlfriend.
Without cleaning his chin, he returns to his girlfriend, kissing her passionately again, now feeling something hard against his stomach. The girl moans against the kiss, smiling slowly as the blond pulls away from her.
“How are you so good at this?” The girl says breathlessly, resting her arms on the shirtless man's smooth chest.
“Because it's with you,” he replies, kissing the tip of her nose quickly. “Tired?”
“Not at all,” Y/n replies, shaking her head as her mind still travels through the climax.
“Good, because I can still hear your voice perfectly normal, and my goal is to make it husky, Jeremiah says against Y/n’s ear in a long sigh.
puhleasee write more sub peter parker stuff 🙏🙏 its so good
pairing: college!peter parker x reader
CW: dry riding, cumming in pants, sub peter, 1.3k words
summary: dry riding peter while he tutors you
a/n: submissive loser nerds who have never felt the touch of a woman drive me crazy i swear it's the whole reason ive never been able to pay attention in math/science courses. anyways hope u enjoy!! (btw requests r open guys keep sending stuff i need the inspiration)
Peter had been trying desperately to stay focused on tutoring, but every second that passed made it harder. Each time you leaned over the table to look at his notes, your perfume wrapped around him, making him dizzy. His gaze flickered down to the dip of your shirt without thinking, lingering at the curve of your chest before he forced himself to snap his eyes back to the paper. But the soft glow of the desk lamp seemed to conspire against him, highlighting your skin in a way that made every detail stand out.
He cleared his throat for what felt like the tenth time, a flush creeping up from his neck to the tips of his ears. You pretended not to notice, but each nervous shift of his chair, each pause when you moved, told you that you had his full, undivided attention-and not on the calculus problems in front of him.
Peter's voice faltered as he tried to explain a formula, his fingers tapping erratically against the book's edge. "So if we take... um... this equation and..." He trailed off when you reached across him to grab a pen, your arm brushing against his in a way that sent a visible shiver down his spine.
You pulled back and raised an eyebrow.
"Pete? You okay? You seem... distracted," you said, feigning innocence as your fingers traced the rim of your water bottle. The way his eyes flickered down to the movement made your smile widen.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine!" he said, the pitch of his voice betraying him. He pushed up his glasses, trying to look anywhere but at you, but the heat in the room was palpable, and the tension strung tight between you two.
You leaned forward, closer than before, letting your hair fall in a way that brushed his arm. "Are you sure? You seem nervous," you teased, drawing out the words just enough to make his eyes dart up to yours, wide and startled. The flush on his cheeks deepened, and his fingers curled into a fist on his thigh.
"I'm... I'm not," he mumbled, eyes flicking away, but his body betrayed him. He shifted uncomfortably, and you didn't miss the way his breath quickened when you subtly ran your foot up his leg beneath the table.
"Hmm," you hummed, biting your lip as if in thought. Your gaze dropped, just for a moment, to where the fabric of his jeans was noticeably tighter. You hid a grin, leaning back in your chair as if you hadn't just clocked the way his jaw clenched. "You should keep explaining, Peter. I'm really trying to follow."
He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, and nodded hastily. "R-right. So, the derivative here..." His voice shook, and you reached across, placing your hand over his to stop the tapping. The contact made him jump, eyes going wide like a deer caught in headlights. You tilted your head, fingers sliding up his wrist just a little as if absently.
"You're shaking," you whispered, watching the way his eyes fluttered closed for a second. The tension was unbearable now, and you could feel his pulse hammering beneath your touch. Peter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, only a shallow breath as you leaned in even closer, your chest pressing lightly against his arm.
Finally, the anticipation was too much for either of you. Without warning, you stood up, only to swing a leg over his lap and settle down, facing him. His gasp was immediate, eyes flying open as he looked at you, bewildered and overwhelmed.
"W-what are you...?" he whispered, but his hands hovered at your waist, unsure whether he should touch or stay still.
"Keep talking," you ordered softly, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. You felt the tremble that ran through him, the way he squirmed beneath you, already hard and aching.
"I... uh... I c-can't," he stuttered, eyes squeezed shut as your hips rolled against him, sending a jolt through his body. The way his chest rose and fell, the hitch in his breath, and the small whimper he tried to suppress were everything you needed to hear.
"Try," you teased, nails tracing down the front of his shirt.
Peter's breathing came in ragged gasps as he tried to pull himself together. His fingers twitched at your waist, aching to hold on but hesitating as if he couldn't quite believe this was real. The way you were looking at him, so close, so purposeful-it was a lot for his overworked mind to handle. You watched him struggle, enjoying the flush that travelled from his cheeks to the hollow of his throat.
"Come on, Peter," you murmured, your voice dropping to a low purr. "You were doing so well before. What's next in the problem set?" Your tone was playful, but there was a challenge in it that made his pupils dilate.
"I-I..." He started, but a soft moan slipped out as you shifted your hips again, pressing down just enough to make him choke on his breath. His eyes opened, wide and pleading, and for a moment, he looked like he was ready to say something coherent. But you leaned forward, brushing your lips against his jaw, and whatever resolve he'd gathered shattered instantly.
"If you stop talking, I stop moving," you reminded him, running your fingers up his chest until you felt the rapid thudding of his heart beneath your palm.
He bit down on his lip, trying desperately to remember where his train of thought had been before your touch turned him into a trembling mess.
"T-the derivative. We need to... evaluate.." His words broke off into a whine when you pressed down again, rolling your hips slowly against him, making sure to drag out every second of friction.
"Good boy," you praised, and his reaction was immediate-his eyes fluttered closed, mouth falling open as a shudder wracked his frame. He had never felt anything like this before, every nerve in his body alight with a mixture of desire and helplessness. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp.
"I don't think you're focusing, though," you said, almost mockingly.
"I-I'm trying," he whimpered, eyes glassy as he tried to meet yours. The way he looked up at you, so wrecked and needy, made your stomach tighten with satisfaction.
"Try harder," you said, slowing your movements to an agonizing halt. He bucked his hips involuntarily, a high-pitched sound escaping him as he chased the friction you'd just taken away.
"Please," he begged, and the word came out so raw and broken that it sent a thrill down your spine. You couldn't help but grin as you took in the way his chest rose and fell, how his fingers had finally dug into your waist, desperate to keep you there.
"Oh, now you're begging?" you teased, leaning down so that your lips were almost brushing his. His eyes stayed locked on yours, wide and glassy with need.
"I-I'll do anything," he confessed, voice cracking. "Just... please, don't stop."
The sight of him beneath you–cheeks flushed, glasses slightly askew, and eyes filled with desperate submission— was more than enough to spur you on.You leaned back, shifting your hips in a way that made him moan so loudly that his own hand flew up to cover his mouth in shock.
"Don't hold back now, Peter," you whispered, moving with more intent as his body tensed beneath you. You could feel how close he was, the way his muscles tightened and his breath turned erratic. The anticipation built until finally, the last remnants of his control slipped, and with a shuddering gasp, he fell apart under you, eyes wide as he reached his peak.
You watched the realization dawn in his expression, a mix of awe and disbelief as he came down from the high, breaths coming in short, ragged bursts.
His gaze met yours, still hazy and dazed, before you tilted his chin up and whispered against his lips, "Tutor me again tomorrow? "
