As you stood stirring the rice, before placing it back in the microwave and setting the timer for five minutes, Jeremiah walked out of his room. He had been in there for hours. "What was that earlier?" You asked as you saw him walking over to where you were, scratching his head sheepishly.
"When will dinner be ready?" Jeremiah asked, ignoring your question and leaning on the bench beside you. "Now." You told him, taking the bowl of rice out of the microwave and placing it on the counter. "Now go put a shirt on and wash your hands." You giggled as you punched him playfully in the arm. "Yes ma'am." Jeremiah retorted, walking into his room to grab a shirt, before walking out and going over to wash his hands at the kitchen sink.
After dinner, the two of you just sat on his bed watching Netflix, a bowl of popcorn between the two of you. While Jeremiah's eyes were glued on the screen, however, your eyes were becoming heavy. As you slowly sunk down onto the bed, your eyes closed, Jeremiah noticed, so he began pulling the large blanket the two of you had over your bodies up so it was covering your shoulders. "Y/n?" He asked you, whispering in case you were asleep. "Mm?" You mumbled, letting him know you heard him. "Um, never mind, I'll tell you in the morning..." He said, his voice soothing you as you drifted off to sleep. Jeremiah turned off the TV, then sunk down in the bed beside you, pulling you against his chest, spooning you as he fell asleep as well.
When morning came, you woke up in the arms of Jeremiah, who had one arm stretched around you. "So, you gonna tell me what you tried telling me last night?" You asked curiously. He laughed nervously as he put the phone down, getting up out of bed, walking over to the dresser to grab some clothes out. "Jeremiah, please!" You said, rolling over in his bed to face the doorway as he walked out, jumping out moments later. You heard the shower start running, and you sat outside the door, waiting for him to come out.
A few minutes passed, and the water stopped. Suddenly, you heard him from inside the bathroom. "You can come in now." You opened the door, only to be pushed against the wall upon entering the steamy room, the door shutting behind you. Looking up, you saw Jeremiah standing there, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulders, a smirk covering his mouth. His waist was covered by a towel, while his chest was left bare. Both of his hands were pressing against the wall, making it so you had no escape. "Can I...?" he asked, watching you nod.
He cupped your face, leaning in and gently kissing you. You hesitated for a moment, before returning the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your hands through his wet hair. As he broke the kiss, he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist and picked you up, walking into the shower, pushing you against the shower wall, and began to pepper your neck with kisses. "J-Jeremiah, w-what's gotten i-into y-you?" You gasped, feeling one of his hands move from around your waist and up your back, exploring you body as he continued to mark his territory. "Hush." He growled through the kisses. You had never seen this side of Jeremiah.
Normally he was quiet, sensitive, caring, and playful. You never thought he was one to be lustful, let alone to take you in the bathroom against a wall. But you liked it at the same time, as much as it shocked you. It sort of turned you on to see that Jeremiah had this side in him, since you had only ever known him as the shy boy who was more interested in reading books than hooking up.
"Do you want to be more than friends?" He asked you, as he stopped planting kisses all around your body. "Y-yes, Jeremiah. I-I do." You whimpered, his smirk growing even wider as you said that. "Good." He said, picking you back up and taking you to his bedroom, pushing you onto the bed, before climbing on top of you and kissing you deeply, running his hands, down your body as he did so. "Just so you know, I will never let anyone hurt you ever again." He said, before continuing the kiss.
Carefully, he removed your tank top, and began to deliver butterfly kisses down your chest and torso, making you squirm underneath him as he reached your V-line. Just as he was about to remove your pants, his phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. As you went to grab it for him, he stopped you, grabbing your wrist and pulling back. "Leave it, it can wait a little while longer." Jeremiah said, returning his attention to your pants. He hesitated, looking to you for permission before sliding them off with ease. The last piece of clothing that remained on your body was your underwear now, and he made short work of them as he tossed them across the room and grinned. "Now the real fun can begin."