Before the crazy (jerome x reader)

7

2 years later...
Age- 18ish

From that day jerome and I have been inseparable. Not really dating, more like friends with benefits, we don't complicate things. At the moment we are laying in my bed. I only have one of his shirts on that I stole from him awhile ago, some underwear and nothing else. He only has underwear on. After the great sex we had last night, I let him sleep over. I close my eyes and think about what happened last night.

Flash back
(I'll let you know when the smut starts)

It all started with Lila and some mother fucker hurting Jerome...

I blot a paper towel with the alcohol and dab at his forehead above his swollen eye then down to his chin. He winces when I get to his lip.

"I'm sorry Lila's a bitch," I say and toss the bloody paper towel in the garbage can and go to my small room. Jerome follows. He twists the lock before turning around to face me. I plop down on my bed and look up at him.

"So?" I say.

"So what?" He sounds aggravated.

"So are you going to talk about it" Is all I say.

He lets out a loud sigh and rubs his forehead before looking back up at me.

"It was another boy toy of hers," He finally says.

I stand up.

"That bitch! Again! Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell happened?" I yell.

He groans and turns around to face me.

"They were drinking again,they started going at it so I walked out sat and stayed there until they were done, this guy was an angry drunk and stuff happened" He huffs and sits down on the edge of the bed.

He balls his fists up in front of him and I go to sit beside him. I rub my hand along his thigh in an attempt to comfort him. He pushes my hand off of his thigh and I jumped back in surprise. What the fuck is his problem? I'm trying to make him feel better and he wants to be a dick to me of all people?

"Hey, what's your problem?" I ask, scooting an inch or two away from him.

"You don't have anything to say about it?" He questions.

"Uh, I guess not. I'm sorry it happened and wish you would've come here before it got bad." Is all I can say.

"So that's all? Not even an ''I love you'' I hope you feel better" He questions raising his voice.

"You know I love you and if I didn't want you to feel better I wouldn't have cleaned the cuts" I defend myself.

He laughs while rubbing his hair and stand up. He starts making his way towards the bedroom door and I stand up with him.

"Where are you going?" I ask reaching for his arm. He snatches away from me and turns around.

"You don't love me do you" He asks coldly.

I'm shocked that he would even say anything like that. He knows that I love him.

He takes my silence as some kind of confirmation and scoffs before turning around and reaches for the door handle. I grab his arm again trying to find something to say.

"Hey," I say, tightening my grip on his arm trying to turn him around.

"What," He turns around with a cold expression.

"You know I love you." I say, rubbing his arm.

He gives me a small smile and turns back around, still trying to leave. I groan at his stubbornness and yanked him back to the bed.

"Sit down," I instruct and he complies.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and he smirks.

"Baby you don't have to do this right now," he offers.

"Shut up," I reply and begin undoing his belt buckle and zipper.

(Smut officially starts!!!)

He leans back on his wrists and watches me. I pull him out and feel him hardening in my hands. I place a wet kiss on his tip and hear him groaned lowly. I grip his base tightly and twist my wrists and I pump them up and down while licking his tip. He fists the thin blanket on my bed with one hand and burrows in the tightly curled mess on top of my head. He hangs his head back and begins lightly thrusting himself into my mouth.

"Fuck," he moans as he begins massaging my scalp.

"Mmm," I moan around him. "You like that baby?" I ask.

"Fuck.. yeah," He proclaims making eye contact with me.

I smile and continue. Jerome repositions his fingers in my hair, grabbing a new lock, and pushes my head down onto him. He slides to the back of my throat, causing me to gag. He groans, obviously finding pleasure in the sensation. He continues pushing my head down onto him and my eyes begin to water. I quickly wipe away the tears and keep going until I can't breathe. I hold there and pull back. I go a few more times, working his length into me until I fit him all. I flick my tongue slowly over his tip and taste his salty pre-come. I wrap my lips tightly around the lower end of his tip and begin bobbing my head up and down on him.

"Fuck," he groans and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

He begins involuntarily twitching in my mouth and I know he's close. I begin twisting my neck and bobbing at a faster pace. His breathing picks up and hitches in his throat as I feel his warm, gluey semen shoot down mine and pool in my mouth. I stop my motions and let him finish. His stomach tenses, perfectly outlining his sculpted abdomen, and relaxes. I pull myself back from around him and gulp the remainder of him down. I licked my lips and bite my bottom lip before coming up. He zips and buckles his jeans back up and grabs me by my waist, pulling me towards him. He gives me a relaxed smile. Well, about as relaxed as he can be with a busted lip and swollen eye.

(Smut over)