WARNINGS: NSFW (18+), female reader, smut, death, blood, oral sex (female receiving), language, multiple orgasms bc this is canon now Jeremiah enjoys overstimulating you

Y'all some hoes

Ever since you ended things with Jeremiah, you've been anxious. For good reason too, you did catch on to his…slight change as time went on. You always felt like you were being watched and it made you take a few extra precautions after ending things.

You ended up moving, to avoid surprise visits from him, and unless you were going to work, you rarely left your apartment. After nearly a month of looking over your shoulder, you finally began to relax a bit and even decided to start getting back out there. More of a rebound than anything else; as much as you hated it, you still had doubts about leaving Jeremiah. You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out your dress before taking a deep breath.

"Everything will be fine," you mumbled.

Once you heard a knock on your door, you left your room and quickly made it across your living room, opening the door and relaxing a bit. You couldn't just let Jeremiah and your anxiety control your life. What's really the worst that could happen?

"Y/N. You look beautiful."

"Thank you," you smiled and glanced down at your outfit again, "I was hoping I didn't go overboard." You looked up again and froze, meeting bright green eyes behind your date. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as you tried to warn your date of the man behind them but it was too late. You jumped slightly once you heard the sound of a knife cutting through flesh and you took a small step back once your date slowly fell to the ground.

"They were right. You do look beautiful."

You looked up again and for a second you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. "J-Jeremiah?"

He looked so different. His eyes, his skin-you were at a loss for words.

"Did you think I would just let you go out with them?" He arched an eyebrow, twirling the knife in his hand before moving over your date. If they weren't dead before, they most certainly were now. You watched with wide eyes as Jeremiah's knife sunk into your date's neck.

"What the fuck!" you screeched, stumbling back.

Jeremiah's eyes stayed locked on you as he stood up straight and kicked your front door shut. He enjoyed watching you scramble. It was like your brain couldn't keep up with the situation.

With shaky hands, you fumbled with your cell phone and Jeremiah rolled his eyes. The click of a gun made you freeze and your eyes hesitantly met his again as he clicked his tongue.

"Phone down."

Your fingers wrapped around your phone tighter and you took a sharp breath once he narrowed his eyes.

"Now."

The cellphone fell from your hand onto the floor and a grin grew on the man's face.

"Very good, Y/N." He stepped over the dead body in front of him, moving towards you. Your feet felt like they were glued to the ground. You were still trying to figure out what happened.

When did his skin get paler and when did his eyes get that shade of green? Was he wearing contacts? Why did he dye his hair darker? Your mind was racing, this wasn't the Jeremiah you knew.

"You must be very confused, I know."

His voice brought you back into the situation at hand and you realized how close he was now. He reeked of blood and it made you wonder just how many people did he kill before actually making it to your apartment? You tried to back away but he grabbed your arm and kept you from moving.

"W-Why are you here?"

"You're a smart girl, Y/N. You know why I'm here."

"Jeremiah-what the hell happened to you?"

"Long story. Don't worry, I'll tell you everything once we leave."

"Leave? I'm not going anywhere with you-we aren't together anymore!"

"No, no. We are. You just got scared. Fear makes people do irrational things."

"Irrational things? What do you call showing up to my apartment and killing my date?!" You snapped. "I moved! Were you stalking me?"

"Stalk is such a strong word. I was making sure you were safe. That is something a good boyfriend does, right?"

"If you were my boyfriend sure." You closed your eyes, feeling the gun press against your neck.

"You insist on saying that? After you found out about my brother you never looked at me the same."

"Because you lied to me! Because for half of our relationship I thought your name was fucking Xander! If you can lie to me about something as simple as your name then why should I trust anything you say, Jeremiah?" You opened your eyes and took a shaky breath but glared up at him. "I didn't leave you because of your brother, I left you because you're fucking crazy just like him."

As soon as the sentence left your mouth, Jeremiah pushed you back against the wall.

"Crazy?"

You tried to push him away but he kept you pinned against the wall.

"Darling, I'm anything but crazy. What I plan to do isn't just destruction. I plan to rebuild and that's something my brother would never think to do. But that's not why I'm here," he gripped your face and pressed his body against your own, "I'm here for you."

"Let me go." You grabbed his wrist tightly and tried to squirm away.

"No matter what you think or say and no matter where you go, you'll always be mine, Y/N." Jeremiah held you still and looked into your eyes as he spoke. "I'll kill anyone who gets in my way of you."

You couldn't respond-you didn't know how to. He was too close and that was the only thing racing through your mind right now. Once you didn't respond, Jeremiah took it upon himself to do what you both wanted. He kissed you roughly, moving his hand from your face down to your neck. Your hands gripped his jacket tightly and you tried to push him away but you ended up pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. It didn't take long for Jeremiah to begin hiking your dress up and you kicked your heels off.

"What exactly are you scared of, Y/N?" Jeremiah pulled away a bit and kissed along your jaw, "you moved, you changed your number, deleted your email. Did you think you could get away from me?"

His kisses moved down to your neck and you didn't respond until he lightly pressed his gun against your lips.

"Well?"

"Jere-"

"Even if you left Gotham I would've found you. But you didn't because you knew you couldn't leave me."

"Jere, please."

"What do you want, Y/N."

You couldn't bring yourself to respond. You both already knew the answer. Jeremiah moved his gun, "answer my question."

"I-I want-" you couldn't say it. He just killed someone right in front of you yet you want him. You really want him. There was something about this new side of him that left you wanting more.

"You want what?"

"You." You responded quickly and before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours again. Jeremiah eventually pulled away and eyed your dress.

"Take it off."

He didn't have to tell you twice. You were out of the dress much faster than it took you to put it on. Jeremiah picked you up and tossed you onto your couch before climbing over you, taking off his jacket. You watched him as he trailed kisses from your neck down to your stomach. It felt like your body was on fire.

You started to press your thighs together but Jeremiah noticed and moved down, spreading them apart.

"You were always so eager, Y/N."

You could feel his hot breath against your skin and you were nearly shaking. You could feel his knife trailing against your thigh along with a bit of blood from your date since he didn't bother wiping off the knife. He cut off your panties then your bra and tossing them to the side before beginning to kiss and nibble your inner thigh.

"J-Jere please."

"Hm?"

"Stop pleasing me please!"

"If I want to take my time then that's exactly what I'll do. I don't plan on rushing."

"Please," you bucked your hips a bit and gasped once you felt him press his tongue against your clit.

His movements were slow and he drank in every moan, gasp and whine he got from you. His pace was almost torturous and he only moved faster when you gripped his hair and tugged at it, nearly begging. He quickly brought you to an orgasm and you cried out. You didn't realize how tense you were until you relaxed, trying to catch your breath.

"No breaks yet." Jeremiah licked his lips and sat up, rubbing his thumb against your clit. You jolted and tried to grab his wrist but he grabbed your hand and moved his thumb faster.

"Fuck! Jere-"

"I'm not done." He quickly slid two fingers inside of you and you moaned loudly.

"You're so wet, Y/N." He cooed.

"Shit,"

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you wanted this to happen. Look at how excited you are," Jeremiah grinned, curling his fingers, "are you close again? Cum for me."

Your body was shaking when you came again. He slowly pulled his fingers away and licked them clean before loosening his tie and starting to take off his shirt. You leaned forward a bit, grabbing him and pulling him in for another kiss. Jeremiah quickly took off the rest of his clothes and pushed you back against the couch. His hands roamed your body, trailing lightly up your thighs then your sides. You arched a bit but closed your eyes.

"You're mine, Y/N. I want to hear you say it."

You took a sharp breath once you felt him place a kiss very close to your clit. "Wait-shit!" Your head flew back once he started to suck on the oversensitive bud. He didn't stop until he pulled another orgasm from you. He pulled away a bit and licked his lips.

"Say it."

"I-I'm yours, Jeremiah." You breathed out.

"That's right," he began to eat you out again and chuckled once you let out a cry. Your body was shaking.

"Jere, please-too much!"

"No. Not yet."

You cursed loudly as he continued his torment. When you came again he finally moved away and gripped your legs tightly, lifting them up and moving in between them.

"You want more, don't you, Y/N?"

"I want you-please," your shaky hands went up to his hair as he positioned himself. There was no need to tell him twice.

You let out a moan once you felt him slowly push inside of you. You gripped his hair tightly and tugged on it a bit once he began to move. His pace was very slow, making you whine out.

"You're acting like this now but you had no problem trying to replace me." Jeremiah arched a brow.

"...I could never replace you." Not only was it what he wanted to hear, it was true. You were only really looking for a distraction-hopefully a long term one. But there was no going back now.

Jeremiah leaned down a bit more until your noses were touching, "I know." He picked up his pace after that. His thrusts were fast and hard, your building orgasm was almost painful.

"Are you close again?" He grinned, his fingers focusing on your clit again, "so tight around me." He groaned as you squirmed.

"Holy shit, Jere! I don't think I can-"

"Yes, you can, Y/N. And I'm being generous, I just want one more out of you." His thrusts got harder and he rubbed your clit faster.

"Fuck! Please-"

"Come on, darling. One more. Cum for me." He cooed in your ear.

That was more than enough to send you over the edge. You yanked at Jeremiah's hair as you came and feeling him cum as well only dragged out your own orgasm. You closed your eyes and slowly let go of his hair as he pulled out of you. You focused on trying to catch your breath.

"I want to make sure we're on the same page, Y/N."

You opened your eyes once Jeremiah wrapped a hand around your neck.

"You're mine. And I don't share. Understand?" He grinned as you nodded.

"Yes."