Jerome was growing frustrated. No matter how hard he tried, he simply failed to finish. His hand growing rough, his wrist aching, his body sweating amongst his sheets. He'd been at it for almost an hour and still nothing, regardless of how hard he was.
He softly whined and whimpered, trying hard not to wake anyone else in Anbuis, all asleep in their own rooms, but it was hurting so badly. Luckily, Alfie was away visiting family, so he had the room to himself.
He sat up in his bed, tissues and lube on his table, his shirt making him feel hot and sweaty, his boxers pushed down just enough to wrap his hand around his cock, pumping and stroking over and over.
His face grew flushed, his fingers twitched, soft whimpers and whimpers left his lips. His heart raced in his chest, and it felt like he was on fire. Jerome was close, but it felt like that sweet release was so far away.
He grew worried he wouldn't actually get off tonight, that he'd be left to sleep in his frustration and try again tomorrow. Until he heard a little noise. Three soft little taps on his bedroom door. He immediately recognised them as his girlfriend. As Y/n always tapped three times when she would come down for cuddles.
Jerome quickly pulled his boxers up and stood up, walking to the door and opening it as quickly as he could so Victor wouldn't spot them.
Y/n happily came in, wearing little more than his hoodie and a nightie, where she'd been in bed herself. "Hey, handsome." She giggled.
"Hey gorgeous," he replied with a little bit of a cocky smirk.
"Everything okay?" She asked, tossing the hoodie on the floor as she noticed his... Obvious erection.
"Yeah- just- couldn't seem to..." he admitted quietly.
"ohhh, you poor thing." She cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with his hair. "How long have you been doing it?"
"An hour... maybe too."
Y/n gasped. "Ohh, you poor baby!"
Jerome pouted softly, feeling a bit pathetic admitting it. He pulled Y/n close, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent and groaned."I couldn't bring myself over the edge for anything. No matter how much I thought of you," he mumbled against her skin.
"Do you want me to help?" She whispered, raking her hand through his blonde hair.
Jerome moaned softly, nodding eagerly against her neck. "Please, p-please help.." he begged pathetically.
She nodded and happily climbed into Jerome's bed, lying down expectantly.
Jerome immediately followed after her, lying down next to her and keeping one arm around her. "You're an angel.." he murmured, burying his face into the crook of her neck again.
Y/n kissed his forehead lovingly, before she coated her hand in the lube from the bottle beside Jerome's bed, before she moved her hand down and waited above his boxer's waistband.
Jerome moaned softly at her soft kiss, his hands shifting and pulling down the waistband of his boxers to reveal his hard cock once more. "Please.." he murmured.
Y/n giggled a little. "My poor baby, so red and sore from trying so hard, awww, don't worry. Mommy will take care of you." She whispered as her hand wrapped around his cock and began to slowly move.
Jerome moaned out at the contact, his hand gripping the sheets. "Ughhh-... f-fuck.." he whimpered quietly, his head falling back into the pillows. He whined softly, bucking up into her hand desperately, trying to get her to move faster. "Y/n- please.." he begged, panting lightly.
