I don't know why but I wanted to try something a little…rougher

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Jerome Clarke was a very handsome boy. He could turn friends against each other, he could smoothly talk his way out of any detention if given the chance, he could sail through not doing homework, but perhaps most importantly, Jerome Clarke could get whoever he wanted. Tall girls, popular girls, from blondes to red heads, from the dumb people right his way to the nerds.

But he never stayed with one for more than two days.

It was two days max for him. Maybe it was because he got bored of them, maybe they irritated him, or maybe he was just sick of their faces staring up at him as if he was a god. Yes, Jerome Clarke was a very handsome boy.

But deep down he knew, he knew why he sailed from girl to girl, why he was the trouble maker he was. And he could try to pin it on his parents all he liked, but he knew the real reason was Mara Jaffray. Every day when he styled his hair he would be thinking of how she would receive it, if she would even notice it at all. He would watch her to see which pranks made her smile, and which pranks made her angry. He would be watching her through class, while she furiously took notes. And for a moment he wouldn't be a player, he was…Jerome.

So when he loosened his black skinny tie and walked into his room he was shocked, beyond shocked really. Because Mara was in his room, bending beside his bedside table and shuffling through his belongings. He was pretty sure she had pulled the short straw and was coming to look for Amber's bracelet, the one he had stolen a while ago. He closed the door, locked it behind him quietly, and snuck up behind her.

"Having fun?" he asked. She jumped, spinning quickly to see him, she blushed, placing a hand over her heart.

"Jerome! You scared me!"

"Really?" Jerome asked sarcastically, heading towards her, Mara backed into the wall. "Why were you in my room?"

"Our room," she corrected naturally "You and Alfie share-"

"Fine. Our room, why are you in here?"

"I was looking for Amber's bracelet," she sighed, looking down, confirming his suspicions. Jerome leaned one hand on the wall above her head, towering over her, with a smirk on his face. He let his other hand hold her waist, and her eyes darted up to his.

"Hello," he said in a suave voice, and he leaned down and kissed her hard. Mara was beyond shocked. He liked her? Did he like her? She had no idea, and before she knew what was happening she was kissing him back, winding her hands into his glorious hair. Jerome picked her up and threw her onto the bed. He crawled between her legs, pressing his body down onto hers. And when he looked at her, looked at her so perfectly he felt that he wasn't good enough, he was angry "You're a slut." He hissed, sliding off her shirt and ripping apart her tank top. Mara gasped loudly. "You're a slut."

"N-No I-'m not," Mara stammered, as he tweaked her nipple harshly through her bra. She arched towards him. Jerome pulled down her shorts quickly, sliding a long finger into her. Mara cried out loudly, eyes falling shut. She was in heaven.

Jerome looked down at her, and his heart soared, she was enjoying this. She liked it, she liked him. And it gave him confidence "Say it," he snarled, sucking on the base of her neck, fingering her furiously, feeling her breath hitch beneath him "Say you're a slut,"

"I-i…"

"I'm waiting, Jaffray." He whispered into her ear, cool breath driving her mad. Mara writhed beneath him, not quite believing what was happening

"I'-I'm a slut," she managed

"A fucking beautiful one," he hissed. He pulled off his shirt and undid his jeans in one swift movement, getting his fastest hard on he had ever had in his life. He positioned himself, and with any other girl he would have rammed himself right in, but with her, his ice blue eyes flitted to her face. She was flushed a rosy pink, eyes sparkling "C-can I?" it was his turn to stutter, because it occurred to him she might say no. She might be the only one, the first and the last one ever, to say no to him.

"Please," she whispered and she didn't recognise her own voice, thick and heavy with lust. Jerome smiled down at her, and pushed himself all the way in, groaning loudly. She was like velvet, hot wet beautiful soft velvet around him. And everything he had been craving from each girl he'd been with was her. It was her, it was all her.

He stroked her face lightly with his cold hands, waiting until he could continue, he wasn't going to hurt her. "Jerome," she whispered, and he pulled out, ramming himself in again eagerly.

Mara cried out from beneath him, when she had come in here, she hadn't expected this.

"Tell me what you want," Jerome whispered huskily, as he ran his hands up lightly over her body, across her tensely held stomach, and now bare stiffened nipple, her stretched up arms.

"You," she whispered, her body quivering. Her climax was only a heartbeat away, and he rammed into her hard, and her head exploded in a thousand stars. Brilliant and blinding. The spasms went on over and over, never had she imagined anything this great.

And just after she thought it couldn't get any better, Jerome brought his lips up to take possession of her nipple. Hands firmly on her hips to stop her from moving, he was still achingly hard inside her, and wave after wave kept crashing down on her. The effect was incredible, her mind as turned on as her body. She writhed against those captive hands crying out with a heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

Yes, pain. For every and then he would nip at a nipple with his teeth and then tug on it. Mara would suck in a breath deeply in relief once he let go of the pained peak, only then desperate for him to do it again. She was swiftly becoming addicted to the torturously erotic experience, never wanting him to stop.

And she was just feeling, she could feel him inside her, filling her completely as if he was made for her. And then he tugged once more and she screamed loudly, he had to kiss her to stifle the noise. She cried out over and over again, sweet, sweet, release.

She came down from her high, panting furiously. She opened her eyes slowly, to see Jerome panting beside her.

"I could normally hold out for longer," he whispered to her, hand trailing up and down her stomach "But uh, you're enthusiasm tipped me," he was smirking at her blushing flushed face. He brushed the hair out of her eyes "I love you," he said quietly. Mara's eyes widened in disbelief

"What?" she managed in a high voice

"I love you Mara Jaffray, I have always loved you."

"W-what about all those other girls?"

"I'm never going to be with any of them again," he promised. And he looked so heart breakingly beautiful and sincere, that Mara reached up to kiss him, slowly, softly.

"I love you to,"

Wow. Do not know where that came from.

Let me know if you want me to make this a series of rated M one shots! Unrelated!

Sorry if you thought Jerome was OC, but it was my story so bleh.

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