Jeremy returned home from an intense boxing training session, sweat dripping down his forehead as he pushed open the door to his apartment. With heavy breaths and muscles pulsating with exhaustion, he expected a moment of peace before confronting the next boxing challenge. However, what awaited him shattered that expectation entirely. As Jeremy stepped into his living room, there you were — sprawled across the couch in disarray, flushed cheeks streaked with tears as they spilled freely from your eyes. The sight struck him like a punch to the gut, instantly triggering anger mixed with concern deep within him. With a deep sigh of someone who’s seen this happen one-too-many times, he dropped his training bag on the floor and closed the door behind him. "{{user}}, for fuck's sake... again?" His voice carried frustration laced with genuine worry as he tiredly made his way over to your side. Kneeling down beside you on the couch, he gently brushed away strands of hair stuck to your tear-stained face and sighed heavily. “what happened this time?” He asked gruffly, not knowing whether he felt worse about the fact that you let another douchebag hurt you, or that he has always been right there beside you… yet you never really saw him the way he wished you would.
Tilka was holding a cigarette in her hand while crying on Eremy's couch. "He cheated on me... With Tiffany..."
"What did I tell you about trusting people so easily?" Jeremy growled as he let out a shaky sigh. "You know better." His eyes flickered over to the remains of your cigarette, debating on whether or not it was wise to take it away from you, but deciding against it for now.
Instead, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close, pressing his roughened jaw into the top of your head as he tried—and failed miserably—to keep his voice gentle. "Don't worry about them." He mumbled, more for himself than anyone else. "They aren't worth it."
"I need a hug... And more cigarettes..." Tilka hugs Eremy, smelling his cologne as he strokes her hair.
As Jeremy held you close, he could feel his heart clench at the realization that even after all these years, it still hurt every single time you came to him crying like this. The scent of your perfume mixed with the sweet smell of your hair sent a shiver down his spine, making it difficult for him to focus on anything but how much he loved holding you. His free hand moved up to tenderly cup your cheek as he let out a long, ragged breath, trying and failing to hide just how affected this whole situation was getting to him. "I'm here for you," he managed to mumble between gritted teeth, his voice raw with emotion.
Slowly, carefully, Jeremy began to kiss your hair and cheeks, each touch featherlight as if afraid he might bruise you somehow. "We'll get through this." He promised quietly, wishing more
When Eremy wakes up the next day, he realizes that he did the same thing he always did when she came crying to him. He looked at Tilka, and noticed how she still had tears in her eyes. Whenever she asked, He would have sex with her after a breakup or betrayal. They were naked and cuddling on the bed.
Jeremy sighed heavily as he awoke to the feel of soft skin pressed against his own. Blearily blinking open his eyes, he glanced over at Tilka and could have sworn that her tears still glistened in the morning light. It was another day just like any other, and once again she was lying here crying because some boy had hurt her, leaving him as her shoulder to cry on... only for him to want nothing more than to claim those tears for himself.
He couldn't help but feel angry at the situation and even a little frustrated with Tilka herself, wishing she would just see him as something more than a friend. But then again, there was also a strange mix of comfort and relief that came from knowing she always came to him when things got rough, however much it pained him every single time.
When Tilka woke up, Eremy was playing on his cell phone talking to some people from boxing while hugging her. "Good morning..."
"Good morning," Jeremy grunted, voice thick with exhaustion as he set his phone aside and pulled her closer in his embrace. "Glad you could sleep off that whole... mess." He let out a small sigh before continuing gruffly, "I don't know why you always go back to those jerks, Tilka." His eyes flickered down to where their bodies were pressed together beneath the sheets, his heart racing with a mix of desire and possessiveness. Jeremy wanted nothing more than to make things right between them, to take away all her pain and give her everything she needed... if only she'd just see him that way.
"I'm sorry..." Tilka approaches and kisses Eremy's cheek. "Who were you talking to?"
Jeremy tensed at her words but did his best to hide it, feeling guilty for even thinking such thoughts about her in the first place. "Oh, just some people from boxing," he mumbled, looking away as they both felt a heavy silence settle between them. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady and level as he asked, "Do you want to go get breakfast or something?"
Truthfully, Jeremy wasn't sure if he was just asking because it seemed like the polite thing to do or if there was some deeper motive behind it. Either way, he knew that today would be another day of pretending to be okay with things as they were, even though it ate away at him more and more every time.
"I don't feel like getting out of bed today... Want to watch a movie?" Tilka approaches, pretending to kiss Eremy on the cheek and takes his cell phone. "Let's see if you have a girlfriend..." Eremy panics, as there were some people he was talking to about Tilka, about how he loved her and there were also photos of her on his cell phone.
Jeremy tried to keep his expression neutral as he watched Tilka take his phone, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and anger at the thought of her seeing the things he'd been hiding from her. His grip tightened on the sheets beneath them as he silently prayed she wouldn't find anything incriminating.
"Hey!" He exclaimed playfully, attempting to sound lighthearted despite the growing unease in his chest. "You better not be snooping!" He narrowed his eyes and frowned, trying to regain some control of the situation. "Besides," he added with a small shrug, "you know I don't have time for a girlfriend."
His eyes darted back to her face, watching as she scrolled through his contacts and photos, willing himself not to panic. With each passing second, the tension in the room seemed to thicken
Jeremy couldn't help but tense up as he watched her going through his phone. "Hey," he growled softly, reaching out to gently swat at her hand. "I was just talking to them about... you know, stuff." He winced internally at how stupid that sounded, realizing too late that it could make him seem even more guilty than before.
"You mean like this?" Tilka teased, holding up a picture of Jeremy with another girl from high school. "She was really pretty... I guess you used to have a crush on her or something." She smirked, looking over at him challengingly as she raised an eyebrow.
Jeremy cursed under his breath, wishing he'd never let her take the phone in the first place. "She was just a friend!" He snapped defensively, his cheeks flushing red with embarrass
"Haven't you ever been in love? You know a lot of beautiful and nice girls, except me, of course." Tilka continues to look at Eremy's cell phone and joins the boxing group. Most of the conversations were about when there was going to be training and when they were going to celebrate this and that, with the exception of one. Where Eremy was talking about someone he loved but never saw him the same way. "Ohh... Who is this person you're talking about?"
Jeremy let out an annoyed sigh and snatched his phone back, glaring at her over its screen as he quickly slipped it into his pocket. "None of your business," he muttered, pretending to be annoyed by the whole thing despite feeling more exposed than ever. He wished she would just leave him alone, let him deal with all this in his own way.
His eyes drifted back up to meet hers, and for a moment he felt a strange mixture of anger, frustration, and something else... something he couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it made him want nothing more than to show her who she should be with. It made him want to dominate her, claim her as his own, prove to her that he could treat her better than anyone else ever had.
Tilka sticks her tongue out at Eremy and then turns around pouting. "Hmph! I didn't even want to know."
"Oh yeah?" Jeremy growled playfully as he leaned in close behind her, his body heat enveloping hers. "You're just saying that because you know it gets me all worked up." He paused, his breath hot against her ear. "You want me to prove it to you? Show you how good it feels when I'm the one calling the shots?" His hand found its way down between them, slipping beneath the sheets and tracing circles on her bare skin through the lace of her underwear.
The touch made Tilka gasp, arching her back into his palm as she turned to face him, desire clearly etched across her features. "What are you doing?" she whispered, a mixture of fear and excitement in her voice. Jeremy grinned, taking her lips in a possessive kiss that left no doubt where things were headed now... or who was truly in control.
"Eremy... Wait..." Tilka gasps for a few seconds before hugging Eremy and kissing him on the cheek. "Sorry for using you whenever I was in bad moments..."
Jeremy pulled back slightly at her words, eyes narrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked, his voice rough with emotion. "I've always been here for you." His hand moved up to cup her cheek, fingers pressing gently into her skin as he stared deep into her eyes, searching for the truth.
A part of him knew that she was right; he had let her use him far too often in the past. But another part of him couldn't help but resent the fact that she always seemed to fall back on him when things got tough with other guys. It made it difficult for him to distinguish between whether he genuinely wanted her to be happy or if he was just selfishly hoping that one day she would realize what they could have together.
"Don't apologize," he finally murmured, forcing a small smile onto his face as he leaned in and kissed her
Tilka bites Eremy's lower lip piercing after the kiss ends.
"You're my best friend, you know that?"
These words were like a punch to Eremy. Realizing that even after everything he said she still hadn't gotten the message and continued to see him as a friend... It hurt.
Jeremy's heart twisted painfully at her words, the anger and frustration he had felt moments before replaced by a deep sense of hurt and disappointment. As she bit down on his lower lip piercing, he let out a soft growl of pleasure mixed with agony, unable to hide the emotions from his voice or his face.
Without another word, he pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her, their bodies pressed together in an almost brutal display of desire and frustration. He knew that he couldn't keep doing this; pretending like everything was okay when it so clearly wasn't. But for now, all he could think about was claiming what felt like his and showing Tilka just how good it could be when she belonged to him.
Jeremy roughly pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, his body trembling with a mixture of need and frustration. "You're mine," he growled hoarsely into her ear, teeth grazing her lobe as he tugged at it playfully. "And tonight, I'm going to show you what you've been missing."
His hand moved between them, roughly caressing her through the lace of her underwear before expertly slipping a finger inside of her, causing her to cry out his name. With every thrust of his fingers and each powerful stroke of his tongue against hers, Jeremy claimed Tilka as his own, determined to make sure she never forgot that he was more than just a friend...he was the only one who could ever truly love her like this.