What Are Boyfriends For

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Jerome sat on his bed dealing with his homework tapping his pencil against his cheek as he attempted to get his brain to... work. Which it really doesn't wanna do today. All, while his roommate Alfie worked on some magic trick for the school talent show next week. Or... well he tries to work on it, mostly it was just mistake after mistake with occasional glances at his magic book attempting to see why it wasn't working.

But Suddenly their dorm room door opened and Y/n ran inside the room, jumping into Jerome's bed and sitting with her knees on either side of his hips and her nose against his,

"Hi." She giggled,

Jerome jumps understandably at the sudden arrival of his girlfriend, but he smiles and wraps his arms around Y/n, pulling her close as he grins mischievously "What's gotten into you, little troublemaker?" He whispers softly into her ear,

"Alfie. Go away." She demanded her eyes never leave Jerome,

"This Is my room you can't just barge in and demand I leave," Alfie protested

"Ah, come on Alfie, don't be such a spoilsport," Jerome teases, gently stroking Y/n's hair as she continues to gaze adoringly at him. "Besides, Y/n's already claimed me as hers for the night." He winks at Alfie,

Alfie rolled his eyes "You guys are a weird couple!" Alfie sighed grabbing his stuff and leaving the room,

As soon as Alfie exits the room, Y/n lets out a squeal of delight and buries her face in Jerome's chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "Finally, we're alone," she whispers, her breath tickling Jerome's skin.

Jerome chuckles and wraps his own arms around her, holding her close,

Y/n wraps her fingers around Jerome's neck and quickly pulls him into a hot, heavy and lusty kiss already pushing her tongue into his mouth

Jerome's eyes flutter closed as he deepens the kiss, his hands instinctively moving to cup Y/n's cheeks, holding her in place as he devours her lips. His tongue dances with hers, their mouths locked in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. He feels himself getting lost in the sensation, his body responding eagerly to Y/n's advances. Jerome's hands slide down Y/n's face, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulls her head back slightly, breaking the kiss. His lips brush against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I've been wanting to do that all day," he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. He trails his lips along her jawline, nipping at her earlobe before continuing to whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

she moaned pulling him back into another lusty make out this time moving her hips to grind against him with only her skirt and his jeans between them

Jerome's hands drop to Y/n's waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he presses himself against her, the friction between their bodies building a fire that threatens to consume them both. He breaks away from the kiss, his lips tracing a path down Y/n's neck, nipping at her skin as he growls, "ugh- You're killing me, Y/n." His hips move in sync with hers, the tension between them coiling tighter and tighter until it seems ready to snap.

"Jerome... I need you" she whines desperately

Jerome's grip on Y/n's waist tightens, his thumbs brushing against the waistband of her skirt as he pulls her closer. "Need me?" he repeats, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. He leans in, his lips grazing her ear once more. "I'm right here, baby," he whispers, his hand sliding up her thigh, his fingers slipping beneath the edge of her panties.

her panties are already dripping wet and she shivers at his touch "Then do whatever you want... Just do it quickly!" She begged urgently

Jerome's fingers dance across Y/n's wet flesh, teasing her mercilessly as he builds the anticipation. He pulls her panties to the side and he dips two fingers inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him, and then withdraws them, leaving her gasping for air. "Patience, love," he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. His thumb finds her clit, circling it in slow, maddening strokes as he leans in to claim her mouth once more. "I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll forget your own name," he growls, his teeth scraping against her lip.

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