❁ we shouldnt be doing this (Mature)

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Summary: Sneaking around to have sex.
Mature means Smut Imagine (18+)

Tonight's dinner was roast chicken with vegetables, my absolute favourite dinner that Susannah made for us...but I kept picking at my food as the whole table talked, staying quiet just thinking about him.
My eyes looked up and found myself staring at Jere. Susannah and my mom were talking to belly about the debutante happening at the country club, "Mom! Can y/n do the debutante with me this year?" Belly pleaded as she stared at our mom, I rejected.
"I did it last year. never again." I replied happily.

Dinner was quick which was great because I was craving something else. The sexual tension between Jere and I was strong, I don't think anyone could tell but we had our fun keeping our little secret. I was helping Connie put away the dishes after dinner.

"Want to watch a movie after? I think the moms are going to make brownies soon." Conrad mentioned, I shrugged my shoulders, not quite sure.

"Maybe con, I just need to clean my room before I can join you guys." I lied.

Making my way to the foyer and up the stairs I could feel eyes on me, my head turned around knowing I'd see him, jere smirked before following me up the stairs.
His hand entangled with mine before pulling me into his bedroom, I shut the door behind me making sure it locked.

"We have to be quiet, also they want us to join them downstairs for a movie once we're done."

Jere grinned, "I could tell you were thinking about me during dinner." He teased, I chuckled loudly before remembering we had to be quiet. He stepped closer towards me, I felt as he pushed me against the wall, the way he made me feel was addictive. I felt his lips on mine, small moans leaving our lips. His fingers tracing on my skin that gave me shivers, Jere then wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him, I could feel him, my hips pushing against his.

"Wait, we need a condom, we finished the recent box yesterday." I expressed as I stopped him from continuing to kiss me, Jeremiah glanced at me with concern.
"Shit, surely Conrad has some." Jeremiah replied before exiting and making his was to Conrad's.

We continued once Jere came back, pinned down by him on his bed. Tugging at his pants I begged for him.
"Fuck me already." I mumbled before connecting our lips.
His hand snaked down into my pants, his fingers circling and making me wetter. He smiled as I arched my back, my hands gripping his bed sheets as his 2 fingers entered, making me lust for him more. "You're drenched." Jeremiah whispered while pumping his fingers, my moans becoming louder due to the pleasure.
"Stay quiet, we don't want them to hear." Jere whispered cheekily knowing that would make me wetter.
Jere's fingers pulled out and he placed the condom on, his tip at my entrance. Rubbing the tip along my slit and onto my clit, he slowly entered and held thighs tightly, spreading them open for him. I felt him fill me up, his fingers were amazing but this was a much better feeling. His moans made me want him more. He paced himself and hit every spot.
"Faster." i said between our breaths and moans, here started picking up the pace, my nails digging onto his back. He pumped faster and deeper, pushing in more depth, my legs shaking. Faster and faster, my stomach in a heated knot. I felt as I reached my high, my back arching and orgasmed, Jere placed his hand over my mouth keeping me quiet as he kept on fucking me. I could feel him twitch inside of me as he released into the condom. I watched as his eyes roll back and he finished.

Both of us trying to catch our breath, staring at each other.
"Let's get dressed and head downstairs". I said jumping up , Jere agreed.
"You think we should talk about us? You're my best friend Jere and I want us to figure this out." I asked, Jeremiah smiled at me before pulling me closer for a kiss.
"You're mine." He reassured me with his famous Jeremiah smile.
"We're only being sneaky because our parents would kill us if they knew what we were doing. They allow us to be this close because they think we're just friends." Jeremiah explained. He was right.
"But, I don't mind, whatever you want to do I'm 100 percent in." He replied happily.


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