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Best Friends Brother~ Jeremiah Fisher

WARRING- Shower Sex, Unprotected Sex

"I'm going to shower now." You told Conrad.

"All right, I'm going to take a nap." Conrad Yawned.

After getting a towel from the bathroom closet, you turn on the shower.

After changing out of your clothes, you head to the shower.

"Can I join you?" A voice asks. You turn around and see Jeremiah standing outside of the shower, naked.

"What? No, get out!" You try to cover yourself. But he steps into the shower with you away.

"I said get out Jer. This can't happen again. The last time, Conrad almost caught us.”

"But he didn't." He said this before pulling the shower curtain shut.

"We can't do this." Before you can say anything else, he kisses you.

"He won't find out." He said

"I don't want to risk it." As you turn to leave, you tell him.

"I know you want this, so stop denying it." He moves toward you.

He reaches over and places his hand on your arm, drawing you toward him.

"We can't." You mutter. He kisses you after pushing you up against the wall.

He drops to his knees and raises an eyebrow at you. You give him permission by nodding your head. He licks at your folds, the warm shower water hitting his back.

"That feels so good." You moan.

"Shh, we don't want Conrad to hear." He says.

You bring his head closer to your pussy and pull his hair between your fingers.

He gets up and gives you a kiss. He grabs your thighs and thrusts hard into you without any warning.

You tried to stop your moans by biting your lips, but they kept coming out.

He keeps a steady pace while trying to get you to reach your peak.

"You need to be quiet. We don't want to get caught." Jeremiah keeps you quiet with two fingers in your mouth.

"I'm going to cum." You try not to scream as you moan.

"Cum for me, y/n."

You cum, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. To calm you down, Jeremiah shoves his fingers into your mouth again. You can feel him tremble and release.

As you both catch your breath, he places you on the ground. "We need to be more discreet next time." You said .

"Who says there's going to be a next time?"Jeremiah jokes in a playful way. You laugh and act like you were hitting him.

"I said there's going to be a next time." You say it in a serious manner.

"I'll take you up on that offer," Jeremiah said .

"It's not an offer, it's a demand." You smirk with a glare

"Okay, whatever you say." Jeremiah throws his hand up jokingly.

“I’ll see you later.” Jeremiah smirks leaving the bathroom.

you're mine

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader

summary: jeremiah takes you to a party on the beach, and things don't go the way you planned. you end up leaving the party early out of frustration, but a turn of events causes the night to become better than you were expecting it to be.

requested by: @gillybear17 (read request here)

warnings: fighting, name-calling, smut, fem!receiving, fingering. minors dni, 18+ only!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i've been pretty busy lately so sorry this took longer than expected! also, i wrote this quickly and i'm posting without proofreading first, so i apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes lmao

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Summers in Cousins were your favorite time of the year, so much so that you counted down the days until your trip down to visit starting from the day that you left the year before. Your family stayed at the house next to the one owned by the Fisher family, and you, the two boys, and Belly and Stephen Conklin had been inseparable since you were able to walk. Spending the summer with people that were close to your age meant that you were all trusted you to go out whenever you wanted to, as long as you promised that you would be careful with one another each time. That was why all of you had headed to the beach that night when someone had mentioned a party happening to Jeremiah and Steven. The group had dispersed shortly after you had arrived, and you and Jeremiah had been hanging around by the campfire that had been set up. You walked over to the coolers that someone had brought in search of something to drink for the two of you while Jeremiah was going to find Steven to talk to him about a customer at their work earlier in the day. You turned around a few minutes later with two drinks in your hand, your eyes scanning for where Jeremiah had disappeared to in the large crowd. Your eyes finally found him, a frown instantly forming on his face once you saw Gigi, the girl that had practically been throwing herself at Jeremiah lately, talking to him. You started to make your way over to the pair when you saw her rest her hand on Jeremiah's shoulder, a foreign feeling bubbling up in your stomach.

Pushing through it, you finally came to stand a few feet away from your boyfriend just as Gigi was leaning up to press her lips against Jeremiah's, and you'd had enough. The second Jeremiah pushed her away your fist collided with her cheek, Gigi stepping backwards and holding her face with a gasp.

"What was that for?" she exclaimed, a dumbfounded look on her face that made you want to beat her up until her face caved in.

"You know exactly what that was for, slut," you said back to her, making Jeremiah's eyes go wide.

"Hey, why don't we-" he began, though you were already storming off towards the car that Jeremiah drove you to the beach in.

He sighed, beginning to run after you, but you didn't want to hear anything that he had to say.

"Y/N-"

"Jeremiah, please just shut up," you mumbled angrily, your gaze out the window the entire trip back home.

Before you could get out and head back to his place, Jeremiah grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his family's house, making you sigh.

"I'm not talking with you about this right now," you exclaimed as quietly as you could, knowing that Susannah and Laurel were probably asleep already.

"But we need to talk, Y/N," Jeremiah said, dragging you up the stairs behind him and shutting his door, making sure to lock it so that it would take you longer to escape if you tried to make a run for it.

"Gigi kissed me, not the other way around. I don't feel anything for her."

"Could've fooled me," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You seemed like you felt something for her when you were flirting with her before she kissed you."

"That wasn't flirting, Y/N, that was talking. She was trying to flirt with me, but I was turning down her advances."

You rolled your eyes at his words that might have been true but you couldn't be sure about, heading towards the door to leave.

"Y/N, wait," Jeremiah called, and you turned around to face him once more.

"Just leave me alone, Jeremiah," you exclaimed, but before you could turn around to leave, Jeremiah walked over towards you.  

Bracing both of his palms on the door around your face to effectively trap you where you were, Jeremiah leaned in and pressed his lips against you harshly, the act making your knees weak despite the fact that you wanted to be mad at him so badly.

He pulled away a few moments later, and you got lost in his gorgeous eyes. A small smile formed on his face, and one hand moved down to cup your cheek.

"Let me show you how sorry I am," he whispered, and it was all you could do to not absolutely collapse under his stare.

"Fine," you mumbled out, and Jeremiah was quick to attach his lips to yours again.

His other hand moved down to press against your lower back, slowly shifting downwards to squeeze your ass. You let out a groan into his mouth, and the boy smirked as he continued to kiss you like his live depended on it.

Jeremiah moved his hand around you so it was now resting on your stomach, fingers so close to where you were desperate for him to move them to. His fingers slowly trailed down, moving under the hem of your way-too-short dress to grip your thigh underneath it.

"This thing is tiny," he whispered against your lips. "One wrong move and anyone could've seen anything."

"Maybe that was the point," you whispered back.

He was quick to brush his fingertips against you through your underwear, the fabric soaking wet from his teasing.

"God, you're drenched," he said softly, and you quickly pressed your lips against him again.

"Please," you whispered against his mouth, and the boy began to trace his fingers up and down your underwear.

You began to whine, your hips bucking upwards against his hand as you begged him to do more. Jeremiah laughed, eyes scanning yours as he moved the fabric aside, ran two fingers through your folds, and brought them back up to slide into his mouth.

You let out a choked gasp, your hips cantering forward once again as you felt your body practically humming with desire. Jeremiah let out a laugh as he saw how desperate you were, pecking your lips once again before repeating the same process as before. His soaked fingers traveled up to swirl at your clit instead, and you had to bite your tongue to stop the loud moan that was begging to fall from your lips.

"Good girl," Jeremiah whispered, and your hips practically slamming forward into his had him moving his other hand to press your hip against the door, halting tour movements.

His fingers began to ever-so-slowly trace shapes against your bundle of nerves, feeling so good but not nearly being able to get you anywhere.

"Jeremiah," you panted, and he raised an eyebrow at you in question.

"Hm?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Please," you softly whined, your eyes slamming shut with frustration and your head bowing forward.

"This isn't enough?" he asked sweetly, moving his hand away completely and causing you to let out a soft cry. "What about this?"

His middle finger moved down to slip inside of you, curling so that he could brush against the spongy spot that made your toes curl every time. Your hands quickly moved to brace yourself on Jeremiah's shoulders, and the boy began to slowly thrust his his finger in and out until you couldn't take it anymore.

"More, please," you practically cried out, and one look at Jeremiah's face told you that more was what you were going to get.

Two more of his fingers slid inside of you this time, and he started to quickly fuck you with them. Your head dropped forward almost immediately, and you bit down on his shoulder to stop yourself from being much louder, though you did still let out soft sounds that you couldn't help.

Feeling how badly you were quivering in his arms, Jeremiah moved his thumb back out to quickly circle your clit once again, your head falling back against the door with a thud.

"Shh, gotta be quiet for me," Jeremiah said, and you let out a muffled whine while nodding.

His fingers kept up their relentless pace, three of them prodding as far inside of you as he could possibly get them to go and the other turning your legs into absolute jelly as you felt your orgasm approaching. You clenched around Jeremiah's fingers, your hips moving against his with each thrust as you chased your high.

"You're mine," Jeremiah murmured in your ear, your eyes rolling backwards from his words. "Come for me, pretty girl."

Jeremiah pressed his lips against yours as you let out a cry, the tightly-wound coil inside of you breaking as your orgasm finally washed over you. Jeremiah helped you ride it out, his fingers still brushing against your walls and his thumb slowing down their circling on your clit until you were trembling in his arms from the aftershocks and overstimulation.

He pulled his fingers away from you and immediately slid them into his mouth, making a whimper fall from your lips at the sight. You could still feel yourself clenching around nothing, gasping at the feeling.

"Never forget that," Jeremiah said, making your absolutely-fucked-out eyes meet his, the smirk on his face driving you insane.