4 a.m. and I'm not asleep yet. God knows what I'm waiting for. Then finally, I hear the door opens and closes harshly. He's here, at last. I don't come outside to see him, knowing he'll come to my bedroom sooner or later. I'm the only reason he comes, anyway. Hopefully not because he thinks I make some stupid mistake. Or I'll be in a bi..g trouble.
I'm lying in bed with my night dress on but soon sit up, starring through the dark to the closed door. About a minute later he actually enters my room. The one and only Jerome Valeska. My Jerome Valeska. Like a predator, he knows where my eyes would wait. He walks in, starring only into my eyes, then down to my soul. I can see those hunting, hurtful eyes although he doesn't turn on the light. Thanks to the fire on his cigarette and the shining moon that peeks through the window.
"Sorry I make you wait," his voice is soft yet deep. He turns on the dim lamp on my night stand. "Was looking for this thing in your kitchen." He shakes the lighter in his hand and sits beside me. I shrug. That's really nothing, anyway.
He blows a thick smoke, then offers me the cigarette that I'm sure isn't really his either. I shake my head. I sign slowly with a mix of something he might understand better than the actual ASL, smoke kills, but so do you. Right, J?
I move forward, start to explore his neck with my lips and tongue. He moan with pleasure as soon as I do that. He loves it. He always loves it when I kiss his old scars. Both of his hands, including the one with the cigarette, lays on my bed to support his body. From his neck, then chin, I go up to his mouth—his God damn sweet mouth that tastes like blood—where he kisses me back, gently.
I move my whole body to sit on top of him while he stays still, wrapping my legs around his hips and intentionally dance a little dance to tease that little something inside his dark blue jeans. Our eyes closed. Try not to make any noise while we kiss. Behind my back, I felt his hands move, I thought to hold me closer. Turns out he turned off the cigarette with the wood of my bed. After then, he holds me. I smirk between our kiss.
The game is on.
He bit my bottom lip. I flinch a bit, but don't pull myself. He likes it a little rough. I can feel my own lotus starts to bloom along with his growing love rod. Jerome twists his body to lay me down. He stops the kiss to take off his shirt, showing such muscular body. I trace my fingers on his chest. Still amazed. He gets off from the bed and stands on his feet.
"Unzip me." He orders low and clear.
I get on my knees and solemnly open his belt, no rush, then unzip his jeans. I look into his eyes, he's already looking at me with an unfazed glare. His mouth shuts in one line, waiting for my next move. So I give my next move—I pull down his pants until nothing comes between my lips and his perfect length.
Again he moan, louder than before. Automatically, his hand plays my hair. I push deeper and deeper, making him and even myself crazier. He thrusts his hips to my mouth and I do my job. He thrusts faster in time, basically fucking my mouth. And I love that. Oh heaven, I can never get enough of him. He keeps moaning, even sometimes my name, as he throws his head back. I look up and find his closed eyes with opened mouth and unsteady chest. He's near a climax, I know. I move closer, letting him explode in my throat. And so he does.
He sighs a long sighs and he slows down his move. A sign for me to stop. So I stop. The thing is, I can't stop looking at him. I probably thought he's some kind of a god. He smiles his authentic smile. That creepy-ass smile that makes me want to ruin that beautiful face. With a gentle hand, he wipes his semen off the edge of my lips.
Jerome lowers me on to bed. He gets on it, too, kneeling. I look at him, challenging. His eyes are wandering on my body from head to toe. Then with a sudden move he bends my knees and spreads it wide. My feet land on the bedcover. I think he can hear my heart races. He looks at me dead in the eye while his hands caress his way up my inner thigh to grab my panties and free me from it. I try my best not to move or breathe too loud.
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A Killer in the Dark
Fanfic"Smoke kills, but so do you. Right, Jerome?" [a Jerome Valeska (DC's Joker) fanfic]