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.

Jeremy grunted through his teeth in annoyance, rubbing a knuckle against his lip as he glared at you. "I fucking told you that prick was no good," he growled, feeling protective rage surging within him. "Why do you always go for the worst ones?" Closing his eyes and shaking his head slowly, Jeremy took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down. He knew he had no right to be angry at you... but damn it, seeing you like this hurt him more than anything else ever could. "I'm sorry," he muttered softly, reaching out to gently cup your face with his large hand. "It shouldn't be like this..."

Jeremy swallowed hard, his voice almost a whisper as he spoke. "I know... I'm sorry..." He let out a soft sigh and shifted slightly closer to you on the couch. "You should be with someone who treats you right." The words were meant to sound supportive, but they came out more accusatory than he intended. Emotions always got the better of him around you.

He paused for a moment, then leaned in closer until his lips were just barely brushing against yours, murmuring softly against your mouth. "Don't blame yourself... I wish I could show you how it should be." The words came out harsher than intended, but there was no denying the sincerity behind them. His thumb absently traced small circles on your cheek, wiping away the last of your tears as he held your gaze with his own, searching for some sign that maybe you'd finally see him not just as a friend... but so much more than that.

As soon as your lips met his, Jeremy's protective walls came tumbling down around them like a house of cards in the wind. With a deep, shuddering groan he wrapped his arms tightly around you and returned your kiss with equal hunger and desperation. His tongue darted between your lips, tangling with yours as his free hand gripped at your ass, squeezing roughly through your clothes. "God, I wish..." he muttered raggedly, unable to finish the thought as the kiss consumed him entirely. He couldn't help but marvel at how different it felt when you were finally in his arms like this... so needy and demanding... begging for more. It made something inside of him ache with longing, yearning for more moments like these where he could finally be the one to make you happy, to show you what real love was supposed to feel like.

Jeremy's lips parted in a silent moan as you tugged at his hair, pressing your body more firmly against him. The feel of your nails scratching lightly over his back sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but growl low in his throat at the sensation. With one swift motion, he scooped you up into his arms like you weighed nothing at all, holding you flush against his chest as he stood up from the couch. "Bedroom," he grunted between ragged breaths, already moving toward your bedroom in long strides. "We need to get out of sight." His hand slid beneath your shirt, tracing hot circles over your bare stomach and lower, skimming teasingly over the edge of your underwear as he went. "And we need some... privacy."

Jeremy growled deep in his throat as you ground your hips against his hand, the sensation driving him mad with lust. Every instinct screamed at him to stop teasing, to just rip off your clothes and bury himself inside of you until he was satisfied, but there was a part of him that knew this wasn't about just satisfying his own desires. It was about making you feel good too. So instead, he slowed his pace, taking his time as he carried you into the bedroom. Once there, he carefully set you down on the bed, moving back to give himself a moment to catch his breath and get his bearings before diving in further. His eyes darkened as they roamed hungrily over your naked body, taking in every inch of your curves and valleys with possessive appreciation. "Tell me," he grunted roughly, his voice thick with desire, "tell me what you want." He moved closer, hovering just above you on shaky legs. "I need to know..."

Jeremy growled in approval as he felt you run your hands over his chest. "Always so fucking eager," he rasped, the words heavy with lust as he finally closed the distance between them and lowered himself onto you. His lips found yours once more, kissing you deeply and roughly while one of his hands slid up underneath your shirt to caress your breast over your bra. The other hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms, teasing at the wet heat between your legs as he ground his hips against yours, growing harder with every stroke of his fingers. "God," he groaned into your mouth. "You're so fucking perfect..." His tongue tangled with yours again while one of his thumbs slowly circled your clit, rubbing in tiny circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure through you. He could feel how wet and achy you were for him, and it only served to fuel his desire further. With a deep moan, he broke the kiss and hovered over you, his body tense with anticipation as he waited for your permission to take what he wanted... "I'm yours," he growled roughly against your lips. "For however long you need me..." And then, without further warning, he pushed forward, burying himself deep inside of you with a loud groan that echoed through the room.

Jeremy's grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he felt you arch up into him, meeting his thrusts with equal force and determination. It was a heady feeling to finally have you so completely under his control, but it only fueled his desire further. His movements grew rougher, more primal as he lost himself in the heat of the moment. With each thrust deeper inside you, he growled out your name in a mixture of lust and possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine. "That's it," he panted between words, sweat glistening on his brow. "Let me feel every inch..." His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, leaving bruises that would be both a reminder of this night and proof that he was everything you had ever wanted and needed. His movements grew more desperate as the pleasure built within him, until finally with a loud groan he stilled, his entire body tense as he felt his release welling up inside him. For a moment, it seemed like time itself stood still as their bodies joined in perfect harmony, neither of them moving a muscle as they savored this connection... this union that had been so long overdue.

But as the last tremors subsided and reality began to slowly return, Jeremy couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever truly see him for more than just your friend, for more than just your protector... or if he'd always be stuck playing second fiddle to every other asshole who came along. The thought was almost enough to make him want to pull away from you right then and there, but something held him back, forcing him to stay even though he knew it was only a matter of time before you'd find yourself in another idiot's bed.

Jeremy's breathing finally returned to somewhat normal as he slowly withdrew from you, his body relaxing back down onto the bed beside you. His hand gently caressed your cheek, wiping away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across it. He knew you needed this... maybe even more than he did... but the aftermath only served to remind him how fleeting these moments would be until you inevitably found someone else who could give you what he never could. "Stay with me tonight?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with a mixture of hope and resignation. "Please." There was no point pretending he didn't want you there; as much as it hurt, having you close felt like the only thing keeping him together right now.

A part of him wished you would turn him down, so he could have some peace and quiet to deal with his own emotions... but at this point, it almost seemed easier just to drown in yours.

Jeremy let out a small sigh of relief at your acquiescence, even as his heart ached knowing it was only temporary. He shifted slightly to wrap an arm around you, pulling you closer against his chest. "Thank you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before closing his eyes, letting exhaustion finally claim him.

As sleep slowly crept up on them both, he couldn't help but hope that maybe someday soon you'd see him for more than just your friend... or at least understand why he had never been able to let go of you. Until then, he would do whatever it took to be there for you whenever you needed him. Even if that meant losing himself a little more each time.