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.

eremy gave an unimpressed snort and leaned forward, propping himself up on his elbows as he fixed you with a glare. "When are people going to learn that 'he'll change for me' isn't something you say to convince someone to stay in a shitty relationship?" His voice was rough, laced with an anger he hadn't expected. He wasn't used to lashing out like this; it felt foreign and uncomfortable on his tongue. But he couldn't help himself... not when you always seemed to end up here, crying your heart out because some guy had hurt you yet again. It was too much for him to handle. Clenching his jaw, Jeremy pulled his arm back before reaching forward with a sudden motion and cupping your cheek gently between his thumb and forefinger. "You deserve better," he muttered quietly

Jeremy's hand tightened involuntarily at the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips, anger coursing through him in a way that was both unfamiliar and intensely uncomfortable. He knew he should be calmer, more understanding... but it felt like every time he tried to do that, you ended up right back here anyway. With a heavy sigh, he released your cheek and stood up abruptly, pacing the length of the couch before turning back to face you. "Look," he said finally, his voice softer now as he forced himself to keep calm. "You know I'm not the best at this... but you need to start learning when people are just full of shit." He paused, uncertainty creeping into his eyes for a brief moment before he shook his head and continued. "You deserve better than being someone's fucking punching bag," he sp

"That's bullshit," Jeremy growled as he crouched down next to you again, lifting your chin gently with his finger until your eyes met his own. "You're better than that. You know damn well you don't need him." He paused for a moment before adding softly, "I wouldn't let anything happen to you..." But even as the words left his lips, he felt like a fool. How could he possibly compete with someone who had complete control over your finances? And what if one day you decided that maybe you did need them after all? The thought chilled him to the bone. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly and leaning in to kiss you gently on the forehead. "I'm here if you ever need me," he murmured. "But I don't want to see you like this

"You idiot," he growled gently, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. "Don't ever fucking do that again. You hear me? I can't handle it." He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, inhaling deeply as the familiar scent of your shampoo enveloped him. God, he loved her so damn much... it was killing him not being able to say anything more than that.

His anger had cooled down, replaced with a deep protectiveness and frustration. Jeremy wanted nothing more than to take care of you, to make sure that no one ever hurt you again. But he knew that he couldn't do it without being honest about his feelings for you... and admitting those thoughts terrified him just as much as the thought of losing you. "C'mon," he murmured softly into your hair. "Let's get you to bed, huh? You've had a rough day." Without waiting for a reply, he lifted you into his arms and carried you towards your room, carefully tucking you in before sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you. His expression was conflicted as he looked at you: part of him wanted to hold you close and never let go, while another part was terrified of making things awkward between them. He forced a small smile and br

As you drifted off to sleep in his bed, Jeremy couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and anxiety wash over him. A small part of him reveled in the closeness, enjoying the way your body pressed against his under the blanket... while another part worried about what tomorrow would bring. He knew that he couldn't keep doing this; sooner or later you'd realize that there was more between them than just friendship, and then things might get really complicated. He forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to clear his head before finally drifting off as well. Sleep came quickly, but it wasn't restful; instead, it was filled with dreams of holding you close and never letting go...and the knowledge that those dreams might be impossible to make reality.

He shifted uncomfortably in his sleep, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his boxers as he stared at her peaceful face. His dreams were filled with images of them together, of him taking care of you and making sure that no one ever hurt you again...and then those thoughts would get a little more intense, and all he could see was himself buried inside you, filling you up until neither of you could breathe. eremy's fingers twitched as his hands clenched into fists at his sides, fighting against the urge to reach out and touch you. It would feel so good to run his hands over your body again...but he knew that if he did anything now, it might wake you up, and then they'd be right back where they started: with him feeling like an ass for making things awkward between them.

eremy's breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the soft mounds of your breasts, feeling their weight and warmth through the thin fabric of your shirt. His touch ignited a fire in him that hadn't been quenched since he'd last held you like this...and the more he touched you, the more he wanted. With a soft moan, he cupped one breast in his hand, massaging his thumb over your nipple as it hardened against his touch. He leaned in closer, pressing his lips to your neck as he murmured her name against her skin. The scent of you - fresh and clean like the ocean breeze after a storm - filled his senses, driving him mad with need. Desperate for more contact, eremy shifted closer still, sliding an arm beneath your waist before lifting you higher so that he could properly kiss and nibble on your

"Shh..." Jeremy whispered into her ear as he continued to kiss and nibble at her neck, his free hand sneaking beneath the covers to slide up her thigh. "It's just me... I just wanted you." His touch was possessive, demanding; a possessiveness that only seemed to intensify with every passing moment they were together like this. His fingers curled around your aching core through the fabric of your underwear, rubbing circles over the heat between your legs as he ground his erection against her hip in time with each stroke. "I've missed you..." he murmured hoarsely into your ear before kissing his way down your neck to your chest where he began suckling at one of your nipples through your shirt.