26 + fitzsimmons from the prompt list? :) I miss your drabbles!
Hello!! thank you so much for the prompt my sweet girl :)! also Nonnie who requested number 47 i combined it with this one! I hope you both like it
26. “You’re hotwhen you get jealous.” + 47. “I don’t get jealous.”
Jemma sat at the kitchen drinking her coffee. She had felt alittle uneasy last night after Hunter had called her. Jemma laid in bed allnight starring at the ceiling. Hopefully Fitz would be home soon.
Suddenly, the door opened revealing a very disheveled Fitz. Sheput down the book she had been reading and watched as he approached.
“Boy have I got a story for you,” he said sitting down acrossfrom her. His cheeks were flused and there were dark circled under his eyes.
“Hunter called me last night,” Jemma laughed. “He told me thejist of it.”
“No I mean what happened this morning,”
So then Jemma listened, her brows furrowing, as Fitz retold thestory of how he had thought he and Daisy had gotten married. She listened butcouldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy that her boyfriend and best friendhas spend the night together in the same bed.
Jemma sighed as Fitz finished his story. He looked extremelyemarabced. Jemma wondered why he had told her so much. But then again would shehave been upset had he not told her? She picked up his hand and began examiningthe ring he was wearing on his left hand. “So, you and Daisy huh?”
Fitz raised his eyebrows and gave a soft chuckle. “Jemma AnneSimmons, do I hear a bit of jealousy?”
Jemma dropped his hand hastily stood to her feet. She walked tothe island in the middle of the kitchen turning her back to him. She pulled thenewspaper towards her then pretednded to read the front page. She swallowedbefore replying to him. “Don’t be ridiculous Fitz. I don’t get jealous.”
She heard the creaking of wood as Fitz stood up from his chairand walk up behind her. “Are you sure?” He asked quietly.
Jemma jumped as Fitz’s fingers began to tickle her mercilessly.“Fitz!” She shrieked as she fought against him. But soon Fitz began to slowdown as his eyes moved slowly down to her chest. Jemma knew that when shestruggled to free herself from his fingers he had realized she was not wearinga bra.
She shuddered under his intense gaze. She licked her lips andsaw his eyes growing dark with desire. “I guess I might be a little jealous.After all you did sleep beside my best friend who was wearing only one of yourshirts. I missed you last night.”
“Well,” Fitz said running his fingers underneath the t-shirt shehad slept in, dancing along her sides. “If it makes you feel any better, you’repretty hot when you get jealous.”
Jemma shook as Fitz touched her and bit her lower lip. “Am Inow?”
Fitz nodded slowly looking down at her lips. He leaned down andnuzzled her neck before kissing her pulse point tenderly. “Sorry if I made youjealous,” he breathed against her neck. “I’m glad I get to come back home toyou.”
Jemma hummed as her fingers threaded into his hair. “Well, Ithink I know a way you can make it up to me.”
“Hmm, and what would that be?” Fitz asked her as he moved his lipsfrom her neck to her lips.
Jemma allowed herself to be properly kissed before pulling away.“I think you’ve got the right idea,” she laughed, breathing heavily.
“I thought I might,” Fitz smirked.
However, Jemma didn’t let him smirk for long. She grabbed him byhis belt and pulled him against her causing Fitz to groan. “Make love to me,”Jemma whispered in his ear.
“With pleasure,” Fitz growled before grabbingJemma by her thighs and lifting her onto the kitchen counter.
Jemma sat on the counter legs and arms wrapped tightly aroundFitz. She and Fitz panted together as they held each other.
Fitz leaned back slightly so he could look at her. “You’re sobeautiful. I’m glad you’re mine.”
“And I’m glad you’re mine too,” Jemma giggled. “You and me Fitz.It was always meant to be wasn’t it?”
“I believe it was my beautiful biochemist,” he grinned lookingover her face. “And well, if you and I didn’t work out I had Daisy as a back upplan.”
Jemma punched Fitz’s shoulder as he chuckled. “Oh shut up,” she saidunable to hold back her own laughter.
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Synopsis: Jerome Finally meets His Idol.
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Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Jerome had watched you grow - From the first time he saw you in the ad on TV for a cute little princess toy, He’d been obsessed. You’d grown into a beautiful young woman, long, Flowing (H/C) hair, and it made his day when he saw you on TV.
But that was then, and now Jerome is a criminally insane escaped inmate of Arkam Asylum, and you would probably run for the hills if you saw him. Although, it was worth a shot, right?
Thats why now, he stands on the balcony to your penthouse. Smiling as he watches your slender form sleep. He presses his fingers against the door, Grinning when he finds it opening at the light amount of force. He stepped inside His inner fanboy was screeching, dying to have a real look around, but he knew that was something he shouldnt do. Not now anyway.
He silently glided over to your Queen sized bed, Leaning over your form, grinning when he saw you.
Your skin was flawless - Hair just as shiny as it always was, Splayed out behind you and over your face. To Jerome, you were perfect. A godess.
He freaked out when your eyes opened, though you simply stared up at him, cocking your head in confusion.
He stared back at you, his mouth twitching into a smile - Not his ususl evil seeming smile, But a genuine and kind smile.
You, on the other hand, were slightly frightened. You knew who this boy was, Jerome Valeska, age 18, killed his Mother, and had escaped Arkham. Yet, The pang of fear was simply because you didnt want to die, and it melted away with his smile.
You smiled back, Sitting up and keeping your sheets close. You whispered out a small ‘Hi’ and received the same. That, was the start of a beautiful friendship.
Neither of you know how you ended up here. Flat on your back, legs slid around Jeromes slender waist, His cock balls deep inside you. Not that either of you are exacly complaning. His lips attatch back to your neck, and his hips begin to piston yet again, drawing a long moan from your plump and swollen lips, and its not long until your on the brink of your second orgasm, and Jerome is practically fucking you as if hes a dog in heat. And your loving every second of it.
Your whole world comes crashing down. Jerome is dead. Theo galavan killed him. Jerome told you everything. You know. And Theo doesnt know about your secret relationship, Jerome didnt want to put you in danger. But now, Being with Jerome so much has rubbed off on you and the anger boiling in your veins is becoming unbearable.
And as you sit in your room, Your breathing shallow. You swear to your dead Boyfriend - you will Kill Theo galavan, Even if it kills you too.
Kili looked up at Fili from where he had been rubbing his cheek against Fili’s bare belly. “Sort of, yeah.” They lay on Fili’s big bed dressed in pajama pants and Kili had surprised him with a desire to slowly and carefully explore his body, at least the safer parts of it, anyway. “It’s the gradual exposure to something that makes you frightened or uncomfortable that is supposed to help you let go of that fear.”
“Kili,” Fili reached down and touched his hair. “Do I make you feel that way?”
Kili shook his head. “No. But I think you’re the only one I could feel okay about touching this way. If this isn’t good for you I’ll stop.”
“No, no,” Fili responded. “This is good. Do it all you want.” This was more than good, actually. He had worried this would never happen for them and Kili’s desire to press skin with him and run his hands over him was very welcome. He let his head fall back on the pillow, closed his eyes and tried to force his cock to behave while Kili touched him. Kili’s hands were warm and he was peppering Fili’s skin with little breathy kisses that made him shiver with every touch of his lips. His feet flexed on the sheets and he tried very hard to hold still, but he couldn’t help kneading his fingers through the dark curls on Kili’s head. Kili’s hand brushed tentatively over his erection a few times, making his cock jump enthusiastically. It was only his understanding of how important this was that kept Fili from rolling him over and devouring all those kisses in long, passionate hours.
