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.
Shoko drops the bottle of alcohol, causing it to fall to the floor and dirty Eremy's carpet. She gets up from the couch staggering and falls to the floor on her knees, crying. "He cheated on me with Charli..."
Anger blazed through Jeremy like a raging fire as those words left your lips and sank into his chest. The alcohol fumes in the air only served to heighten his ire, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else besides the pain you must be feeling. "That bastard..." he spat venomously, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white. "I swear I'm gonna--" But then, just as quickly as it had flared up, his anger subsided... replaced by a gut-wrenching ache of pity and protectiveness. Bending down to pick you up off the floor, he cradled you in his arms like he had so many times before; holding you close while staring into those reddened eyes as if seeking solace from within them. "Shoko..." was all he managed to croak, his voice thick with unshed
Shoko starts crying more and buries her face in Eremy's sweatshirt, not caring about the sweat. "Why does he do this to me..."
"Because you keep takin' their shit, dummy," he murmured, cupping the back of your head with one hand and running his other hand through your hair as he spoke in a voice that was harsh yet strangely gentle. "You trust too fucking easily... You should know better by now." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Look, I get it... I wish you could see past all the assholes and see me, ya know? The way I see you..." His voice trailed off, fearing that if he kept going, those words might actually leave his mouth and change everything between them forever.
Shoko sobs and looks at Eremy, her eyes red from crying. "What do you mean?"
He hesitates, staring at you for a moment before reluctantly admitting it. "I mean I wish you could see me as more than just your friend... I love you, Shoko..." His words hang in the air like an invisible weight between them. He feels his chest tighten and can't help but glance downward to where he knows you can feel the beat of his heart. "I would treat you so much better than they ever did... I swear."
Eremy puts her hand on Shoko's cheek, making her cry more after hearing those words. She closes her eyes and rests her head on Eremy's hand.
His heart raced as he felt her soft skin beneath his hand, her breath warm against his palm. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned in slowly, pressing their lips together for the first time ever. The kiss was firm yet gentle, an explosion of emotion that left both of them gasping for air when it finally ended. For what seemed like an eternity, neither of them moved, just savoring the newfound intimacy between them... until finally he broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, "So... you wanna try? Being with me, I mean?"
Shoko nods and buries her face in Eremy's sweatshirt once again, crying more.
A small, relieved smile tugged at Jeremy's lips as he heard her tiny whispered response, making him all the more determined to show her just how amazing it could be... between them. He cradled your head gently in his hand and lifted it up to look into your eyes, his own expression a mix of tenderness and fierce possessiveness. "I'm not just sayin' this now because you feel bad, Shoko," he murmured. "I really mean it. You and me... we could be somethin' special." His gaze drifted downward, lingering on your lips for a moment before traveling lower, skimming over the swell of your breasts exposed by your messy top. There was an unspoken promise in that look; a vow to cherish and protect you, to love you fiercely and without reservation... if only you gave him
One sleeve of Shoko's crop top was down, revealing more of her breasts. "How long?" Eremy looks away from her breasts to her eyes, not understanding what she meant. "How long have you felt this way?"
"I dunno..." Jeremy mumbled, his gaze flicking back to the exposed skin of your chest before settling on your eyes once again. "Since you were... like, ten?" he joked half-heartedly, trying not to let on how much this admission was tearing him apart inside. "No, but for real," he continued more seriously, his voice hoarse with emotion as he ran a knuckle lightly down your cheekbone, "I've always looked out for you, Shoko... always been there when you needed me." His voice trailed off, unsure of how to put into words the depth of his feelings. He didn't want it to sound like pity or obligation; he just wanted her to know that she meant everything to him. "I never told you 'cause... I dunno... I guess I was scared." The confession tasted bitter on
Shoko jumps and wraps her arms around Eremy's neck, hugging him and making him fall to the carpet. Eremy feels her legs intertwine with his, making him shudder.
Jeremy felt his chest tighten as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled them both down to the floor in an embrace that left no doubt about how deeply he'd affected you. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your body against his; the warmth from yours radiating through the fabric of his shirt as your legs entwined with his. It was a heady mix of pleasure and pain that had him gasping for air, all at once overwhelmed by the rush of emotions coursing through him. As he laid there on the floor with you in his arms, he could almost feel the weight of years of unspoken longing lifting from his shoulders. And in that moment, as you hugged him tighter and pressed your lips to his neck in a gentle kiss, he knew that things would never be the same again... but it felt so damn good.
After a few long minutes hugging each other, which felt like hours, Shoko gets up, sitting on Eremy's lap and supporting himself with both hands on his abdomen. He notices how that hug had made her cropped top even more clumsy, leaving a sleeve and a bra strap slid down her arm, leaving her shoulder exposed.
Jeremy groaned softly as you sat on his lap, the sensation of your warm body pressed against his erect cock making it difficult for him to focus. "Hey... what are you doing?" He muttered hoarsely, automatically reaching up to grasp at your hips as he held you tighter. His gaze drifted downward, taking in the partially revealed bra strap and bare shoulder; his heart racing faster with each passing second. His hands trembled slightly where they rested on your back, wanting so badly to explore further... to feel every inch of your perfect skin against his fingertips. With a deep, shuddering breath, he forced himself to keep his touch light and gentle... for now. There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now, he just wanted to savor the feeling of having you this close; of knowing that you were finally giving him a chance to be
"I'm hungry, honey." Shoko smiles and caresses Eremy's abdomen. Hearing her call him affectionately for the first time, he shudders and feels warm.
"Well, I was about to order some pizza..." Jeremy trailed off with a small chuckle before tilting your head back slightly and pressing his lips to yours in a deep, possessive kiss that left no doubt as to whose mouth belonged to whom. His hands roamed freely now; sliding up your back to muss your hair, teasingly squeezing your ass through the thin fabric of your panties before making their way lower still, cupping your generous breast over the lace bra cup and gently massaging the soft nipple beneath his thumb. He moaned into the kiss as he felt you tremble beneath him; the sounds muffled by his lips against yours. With one last deep thrust of his tongue, he broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at you with eyes that blazed with desire and possession. "So," he panted roughly, hands still moving restlessly over your body
"Pizza is a good idea." Shoko smiles and adjusts her breasts in her bra. She gets up and takes out her cell phone, checking social media.
While you were distracted by social media, Jeremy quietly placed the order for pizza using his phone. When it arrived, he led you back to his apartment, making sure to keep you close to him as they walked there. His hands lingered on your hips, occasionally gently tracing patterns over your ass or brushing against the fabric of your underwear. He couldn't help but feel possessive and protective around you; like you belonged to him now. Once inside his apartment, he set out the pizza and drinks on the coffee table before pulling you into his embrace again, burying his face in your hair as he inhaled deeply, savoring your unique scent. "You taste even better than you smell," he murmured against your skin before leaning back to look at you with a heat in his eyes that made your heart race. "And I plan on tasting every in
Shoko laughs silly and kisses Eremy's cheek. Before he can kiss her back, her cell phone rings. When she picks it up to see who it was, it was her ex-boyfriend, Jack.
Jeremy's eyes narrowed and a muscle in his jaw twitched as you glanced at your phone screen and immediately recognized the caller ID as Jack, your ex-boyfriend. The anger boiling up inside him was almost overwhelming; he wanted nothing more than to rip the phone out of your hand and smash it against the wall. But instead, he forced himself to remain calm and composed, his hands fisting at his sides in an effort to control his growing impulse to lash out. "Who's Jack?" He asked coldly, trying his best to keep his tone neutral.
Shoko looks at Eremy and then goes back to her cell phone. She hangs up and leaves her cell phone on the table. She buries her face in Eremy's toned chest. "Nobody important."
"Well then," Jeremy growled out through gritted teeth, "put that damn thing away before it starts ringing again." He gently pushed you back a step so he could look into your eyes, his expression somewhere between confusion and hurt. "Who was that guy? Why does he still have your number?" His voice rose slightly with each question, the anger becoming harder to contain.
Despite himself, Jeremy took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. He'd be damned if some asshole ex-boyfriend would ruin this night for them; the first real night they'd had together. And judging by how your body trembled against his every time he touched you or spoke, it seemed like maybe - just maybe - you were starting to feel the same way about him. He let out a shaky sigh before looking back at you with a mixture of determination and hope in his eyes.
Shoko sighs and takes out her cell phone, handing it to Eremy. "If you want to block him, curse him, do whatever you want. I'm not hiding anything from you."
Without saying another word, Jeremy took the phone and quickly added Jack's number to his block list before handing it back to you. A small satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked into your eyes again; the air between them less tense now that he knew he had control over who could reach out to you. He pulled you close once more, wrapping one strong arm around your waist while using his free hand to run gently through your hair. "Just remember," he murmured into your ear before planting a soft kiss there, "I'm the only one who gets to call the shots from now on."
Shoko smiles and kisses Eremy's neck. "The pizza will get cold if we don't eat it soon."
Jeremy chuckled softly against the skin of your neck before stepping back slightly to grab a couple of slices of pizza from the table. "Fair enough," he said, motioning for you to take a seat on one of the cushions arranged near the coffee table. As he sat down across from you with his food, he couldn't help but marvel at how good it felt to finally have you where he wanted you; close enough to touch and smell and taste. He knew that this was just the beginning for them... and while there might be some bumps along the way, he was more than ready to face whatever came their
When Shoko finished eating, she got up and took out her cell phone. She went towards Eremy's room and closed the door after entering.
Jeremy's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he heard the door to his room close. Curiosity getting the better of him, he quickly finished his pizza before following you into his bedroom. "Hey... what are you doing?" he asked warily, taking a step closer and glancing around the room for any signs of trouble. When he saw you sitting on the edge of his bed with your cell phone in your lap, he felt some of the tension begin to drain away... but not all of it. "You could have just said if you needed some time alone," he added quietly, hovering nearby as he waited for you to explain yourself.
His expression shifted slightly; a mixture of possessiveness and protectiveness written plainly across his features. It was clear that he didn't like the idea of being left out or ignored... even if it was unintentional on your part. And with every
Shoko smiles and pats the space next to her on the bed, inviting Eremy to sit next to her. "I was just watching the moon. Sorry."
"Well, it's pretty," Jeremy allowed warily as he took a seat on the bed next to you, keeping a respectable amount of space between them. "But you could have just said that instead of sneaking off." He scratched at his eyebrow piercing absently before looking down at his lap, uncomfortably aware of how possessive and protective he was starting to feel. It was one thing for him to be friends with benefits... but another entirely for it to turn into something more serious. And from the looks of things, that's exactly where this whole situation seemed to be heading whether either of them liked it or not.
"Sorry." Shoko throws herself back, lying on the bed with her arms open. "I'm tired."
Jeremy shrugged in agreement, though he couldn't help but feel a tiny stab of annoyance at being ignored so casually. After all, they were supposed to be hanging out together tonight; enjoying each other's company and... well, doing whatever it was that friends with benefits did when they weren't having sex or comforting one another after some asshole had dumped them again. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, looking anywhere but at you as he tried to figure out what exactly was going through your mind. "Hey," he said finally, clearing his throat, "you want me to start a movie or something?" The question came out sounding stilted and forced; like he didn't really care either way. But at least it would give him something to do besides sit here feeling irritated and confused by your behavior.
Shoko nods and yawns. She stretches and then crawls onto the pillow on all fours. "Do you want to pick the movie?"
Without looking in your direction, Jeremy reached over and grabbed the remote control from where it lay on his nightstand. After flipping through the channels for a few moments, he settled on a comedy they'd both watched before and started the movie. As the opening credits rolled across the screen, he flopped down onto the bed beside you, making sure to keep several inches of space between them at all times. He wasn't quite sure why he was feeling so tense and uncomfortable around you tonight; it wasn't like anything had really changed between them. Maybe it was just nerves or anticipation... or maybe it was because this whole situation felt more complicated now than ever before, and he didn't know how to navigate it without coming across as possessive or overbearing. Either way, he knew that if things kept going the way they were, their relationship would only continue to spiral out of control...
Jeremy forced a laugh at one of the jokes in the movie, his gaze fixed on the screen as he tried to ignore how close you were sitting beside him. It didn't help that every time he felt the warmth of your body radiating out toward him or caught the scent of your shampoo tickling his nose, his heart would race faster and his skin would tingle in ways it hadn't before. He let out a quiet sigh, trying to focus on anything but the growing tension between them. "So... how was work today?" he asked awkwardly, still not quite looking at you as he attempted to make conversation.
"Um...nothing much." Shoko turns to Eremy and pouts. "Can I ask you something?"
Jeremy glanced briefly at you before looking back down at the movie, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, sure. Go ahead." His tone was nonchalant, but there was an edge to it; a hint of wariness that betrayed the casual facade he was trying so hard to maintain.
"Well, I usually sleep in just my panties and bra. Is that okay with you?" Shoko asks, looking at Eremy captivatingly.
Jeremy cleared his throat uncomfortably before looking away from you. "Uh... sure. Whatever makes you comfortable." His voice sounded stilted and forced, betraying the turmoil churning inside him at the thought of you sleeping so close to him without anything else on. He wished he could just tell you how much it turned him on when you wore those lacy bras and panties... but he couldn't risk coming across as overbearing or possessive again. Instead, he focused his attention back on the movie, hoping that maybe if they talked about something else, this tension would ease up a little bit.
After Shoko removes her clothes, leaving only her panties and bra on, she climbs onto the bed on all fours and goes to Eremy, laying her head on his lap.
Jeremy didn't even try to fight the lump that had formed in his throat as you crawled onto the bed and laid your head on his lap. The soft, warm weight of your body against him sent shivers down his spine, making it impossible for him to think straight. "Shoko," he managed, voice rough with emotion, "you know I'd never make you feel uncomfortable..." He trailed off, running a hand through your hair gently before leaning forward and pressing his lips to your forehead. The taste of your skin, the scent of your shampoo... everything about this moment was overwhelming him. It felt so right somehow; like it had been meant to happen since the very beginning. And as he held you close, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe there really was something more between them than just friendship and casual sex... and whether or not they were both
Shoko smiles and kisses Eremy softly, warming his lips. "I know."
Without much hesitation, Jeremy deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing against yours as his other hand slid up your back to cup your breast over your bra. He moaned into your mouth, feeling his arousal pressing firmly against the fabric of his pants as he lost himself in the moment, in the taste and feel of you pressed so close against him. The kiss lasted several moments longer before they eventually pulled apart, both of them breathing hard and their faces flushed with desire. "God," Jeremy murmured hoarsely, eyes locked on yours, "I can't get enough of you..." He trailed off as his fingers continued to tease your nipple through the fabric of your bra.
Shoko smiles and kisses Eremy once again, this time in a more possessive way. During the kiss, her cell phone rings again. Eremy takes out his cell phone and sees that it was Jack again.
Jeremy growled deep in his throat as he pulled away from the kiss with a mix of anger and frustration painted across his features. Without giving you a chance to respond, he quickly snatched up his phone and glared at the screen before muting it. "That son of a bitch," he spat out through gritted teeth, throwing the phone as hard as he could against the wall where it skittered across the floor and came to rest in a heap. He turned back to you, eyes dark and intense as they searched your face for some sign of understanding or reassurance. "You hear that? That was him again," he said roughly, taking in deep breaths as he tried to rein in his temper, "and I swear if he ever bothers you again, I won't be able to stop myself from doing something stupid."
Shoko smiles and caresses Eremy's eyebrow piercing. "You're so cute. But you're going to buy me another cell phone."
Jeremy let out a shuddering breath and finally cracked a smile, feeling some of the tension ease from his shoulders as he looked at you with fondness and appreciation. "Fine," he muttered reluctantly, running one hand through his hair. "I guess I can spare enough money to buy you another phone... but just know that if it breaks or gets lost, you're on your own." He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against the center of your forehead before gazing deeply into your eyes once more. "You understand that, right?" he asked quietly, his expression serious now as he searched for any sign of deceit in your lovely emerald orbs.