😏 This wouldn't let me sleep peacefully so here we are. Am I projecting? Abso-fucking-lutely. Am I ashamed? Not at all

This is based on the Jeremiah oneshot where he's obsessed with making the reader cum.

Warnings: NSFW (18+), smut, overstimulation, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, female reader, slight daddy kink? (you can't stop me), hahahaha nothing bad ever happens to the Kennedys!

"Oh, look at you go~" Jerome's green eyes never left you. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as you shook, coming down from your high. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

His fingers trailed up, tracing along your sides, making you arch and moan.

"Jerome!"

"Yeah? C'mon, answer me."

"I-I am,"

"I can tell." The ginger grinned. "You look so pretty when you cum for me, doll. Do it again~"

"Wait-ohfuck-"

Jerome curled his fingers inside of you and his thumb pressed against your clit. He leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours, muffling your moans. You grabbed onto him once he picked up his pace.

"J-Jerome-!" You moved your head away as your hips bucked.

"Close already? Well don't hold back, cum again. Come on, cum for daddy,"

"Fuck!" You came undone with a jolt and a loud moan. Your hands moved to his shoulders and you closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath. Your body was trembling now.

You didn't notice Jerome moving back down until you felt his tongue press against your clit.

"Jerome-" you tugged on his hair, trying to get him to pull away but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them down. You cursed loudly.

You closed your eyes and twisted your wrists as he chuckled. He lifted his head a bit and chuckled.

"Come on, Y/N. One more time. Come on."

You didn't last much longer after he latched back onto your clit. He finally let you go and you let out a pant before he pecked your lips.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Jerome." You placed your hand over your eyes as he chuckled, trailing kisses down your neck.

"Mm. Ya know what, Y/N?"

You didn't like his tone.

"That was only three, wasn't it. I gotta tell ya, I'm not a fan of odd numbers."

You quickly moved your hand, "Jerome-"

"One more time," he grinned.

"You said that already."

"Did I? Relax, babycakes, enjoy yourself. Besides," he gripped your thighs again, kissing down your stomach, "I love watching you come undone because of me. We're nowhere close to being done."

Jerome was going to be the death of you.