You had been a regular at Haly's circus, you visited as often as you could especially after a certain ginger caught your attention. You lied to yourself and your friends almost every time about why you went there so frequently, saying, "I just go there for the big shows and the rides," which was clearly a lie. Seeing the way his eyes lit up and his grin when he saw you made each trip there completely worth it.

You made your way around the circus grounds, half looking for something to do and half looking for the ginger. You ended up playing a game of ring toss after wandering for a little while, and sadly you ran out of time before you could win a prize. You played a couple more games before heading off to one of the popcorn booths. You bought a small sized one and then left to a bench, munching on the popcorn.

"Hey gorgeous!" you suddenly heard a voice behind you and you whipped your head back to the sound of it, which you immediately recognized. It was just the boy you were looking for.

"Hi!" you waved to him and smiled, trying to conceal your excitement and play it cool. He took a seat next to you and grabbed a handful of the popcorn, filling his mouth with it. You looked at him with a slight annoyed expression.

"Um, you're welcome?" you raised an eyebrow and he just laughed in response.

"So what brings you here? Did you miss me?" he ignored your comment and winked at you, scooting closer to you on the bench.

"Missed you? What gave you that impression?" you asked, your cheeks flushing up.

"Doll, you visit this place once a week on average. Don't you get bored of those repetitive games? Something is making you want to come back." he emitted a playful chuckle and grinned.

"Maybe I just like the circus." you said, shrugging your shoulders.

"You know, I like having you around here, you're a breath of fresh air in this dump." he sneered and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer to him. You blinked upon the gesture, looking back at him with a small smile.

"Really? I bet you say that to all the cute girls." you guessed.

"What other cute girls exactly?" he asked, with a hand on his chin and tilt of his head, "I only have eyes for you, gorgeous." he winked.

"Don't play dumb." your cheeks lit up when he said that, but you reminded yourself to keep your composure.

"You know, I think we are close enough to visit one another outside of this place. I can be a lot of fun." he traced his fingers around the shape of your leg, his eyes coated with lust. You weren't sure of how to answer him so you just swallowed and nodded your head. He leaned in close to your ear and he was about to whisper something, but a woman shouted his name from afar.

"Jerome! Get over here! Stop slacking off!" she called out, her voice croaking.

"That's my bitch of a mother. Gotta go, but stick around, I won't be long." he pulled away from your ear and growled to himself. You noticed the immediate change of mood when his mother showed up.

"Okay, I will. See you around." you waved as he walked away to his mother.

You waited longer than you should have for him, but he didn't return. You felt pathetic for listening to what he said as you made your way back home. But because you liked him so much, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. His mom didn't seem like the nicest woman around, so you figured she was why he couldn't come back. The ginger seemed to grow very fond of you overtime, he flirted with you every chance he got, and he would always take a break from whatever he was doing just to spend some time with you. You couldn't help but wonder what he was going to tell you before his mother interrupted, it was certainly convenient timing.

The next week, you came back to the circus. You decided to follow your usual routine, playing the same games and eating the same snacks, it was starting to get repetitive just like he said. When you noticed the ginger, he was with an elderly blind man who looked like he was scolding him. Jerome was nodding his head, acting like he was listening when the whole time he had his eyes on you, unable to stop himself from gazing at you. You smiled at him before returning to the balloon shoot, but because you were feeling distracted, you ended up running out of time without realizing. The man at the booth shot you an odd look before saying, "Time's up."

You just apologized and placed the darts down, walking away awkwardly. You looked back to see if he was still with the old man but he wasn't, so you decided to look around, stopping by to watch one of the sideshows. You sat down on one of the chairs to observe the juggler, tossing and catching several rings above his head.

"Look what I got you!" the ginger popped up behind you, holding up his hand which was covered with a childish looking clown hand puppet. You turned around and smiled, you couldn't help but giggle when you saw his smiling face.

"Oh Jerome! You shouldn't have!" you took it from his hand and he laughed softly.

"I was watching you play that balloon shoot game and boy were you terrible at it, so thought I should get you something." he winked, there was a smug look on his face because of your reaction.

"Wow, is that your way of being charming?" you teased, "Or is that your way of saying sorry?" you asked with a change of tone in your voice. '

"About that," he trailed off, "I got swamped with some drudgery. But I'm available now, all for you, gorgeous." he smirked and bowed dramatically before you. "Forgive me?"

"I guess so." you looked back down at the puppet, "You're lucky you came with a gift, otherwise I wouldn't have forgave you."

"I knew you'd like it." he winked, stepping closer to you, "You know, I've missed you, doll." he mentioned, you looked back at him and giggled.

"Well, if you missed me so much, then you should prove it by actually saying my name." you sassed.

"Y/N, it is." he chuckled as he took your hand in his. "Say, why don't we get out of here? It's getting a little noisy."

"Where to?" you asked, you wondered if it was a good idea. You two had this flirting game going on, but at the same time you realized you didn't know him that well, though you couldn't deny that's what made things exciting with him.

"Come with me and I'll show you." he gripped your hand and led the way, that grin never leaving his face. You could hear your heart thumping like crazy, every time you visited him at the circus and all his flirtatious encounters with you all led up to this moment. He took you to a small tent and he threw the flap open to it, letting you step inside first before he entered.

"No one should be here for a while, so we can get to know each other better." he lifted your hand up to his lips and left a small kiss on it before he pulled it away.

"For a while? How much is a while? Could we get in trouble if someone caught us in here?" you asked, looking about the tent. His eyes were shining in the dim light cast by the lantern sitting by a bedroll.

"Don't take the fun out of it, gorgeous. No one's going to bother us, they have their own shit to worry about." he reassured, his eyes were looking you up and down, and you automatically knew what he was thinking because they were practically undressing you right then and there.

"Good, that's comforting. So I was wondering something." you started but then paused briefly, he waited for you to continue. "What did you want to tell me the last time I visited? I know it seems kind of silly to mention it because it was a while ago, but I'm a little curious what it was." you stood there, wearing your false confidence in the best way possible.

"Hm, oh that." he smirked and looked down for a second before his eyes wandered back to you, "I like you. You make me look forward to working here, as long as I get to see that pretty smile." he admitted and you instantly smiled upon hearing the words come out of his mouth. "See? That's what I'm talking about. And your laugh, it's the cutest thing." you giggled as if right on cue.

"I like you too." you confessed, "You're cute, for a ginger."

"I'll take that as a compliment." he chuckled. "I knew you weren't here for the games or the wacky performers, you're looking for more excitement than that." he inched closer and he took your chin in his hand, his index finger rubbing the bottom of it, his breath was following yours and he was about to kiss you, a kiss that would break all this childish teasing but he didn't. He pulled away and you nearly emitted a sigh of disappointed but then he said, "But the circus is traveling to Gotham next week, so I won't be around. I'm going to miss you." he pouted.

"Wait what? Next week? That sucks." you replied, it was all you could manage to say. It suddenly hit you how much you would miss him. You almost forgot that they traveled often and what you two had was temporary. As much as you had been trying to compose yourself when you were around him, what would be the point if you couldn't see him anymore?

"It's a shame. I'm sure we'll come back here eventually, but it'll be a while. That was the other thing I was going to tell you, until that bitch came around." he said in a growl, his tone always changed when the subject of his mother came up.

"I'll miss you." you uttered, almost in a whisper. You caught his attention when you said that, and there was that look again in his eye.

"Really? I might miss you too." he jested before saying in a softer tone, "I wish I could take you with me." he stepped closer to you again, his body nearly pressing up against yours. That last sentence was it. You knew you needed him. You held your breath and decided that there was no point in waiting anymore. You were willing to give him everything and you told yourself to finally let go of the voice inside your head that was holding you back. He noticed that you were feeling conflicted and he was about to say something until you grasped both of his cheeks, taking his lips with yours swiftly. You pressed into his body until you closed the space between you two, your hips knocking together. You could feel a smirk quirk at the corner of his lips as you kissed him and suddenly his hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, a shiver rolling up your spine and over your shoulders as he aimlessly ran your fingers on your skin. You let your eyes drift shut as you simultaneously tugged him forward by his sweater.

He groans as soon as your mouth opens against his, stumbling forward like he just can't help himself. The hand against the small of your back is firm and warm and keeps you from barreling in to the tent he now has you pressed against, but just barely. His other hand cups your neck and angles his head to the side, chasing your mouth with his. His tongue drags along your bottom lip as you slip your hands over his shoulders and into his hair, holding on for dear life because you feel like you're spinning when you tilt your head and slide your tongue against his in a wet slide.

He pulls away from your mouth and you gasp when he drags his teeth along your jaw, nipping lightly at the place behind your ear. You started making embarrassing loud panting sounds as he tongues your earlobe and you shift against him, spreading your legs a bit and encouraging his thigh to rest between them. You pressed your hips down and he groans, forehead dropping to rest against your collarbone.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? I've been crazy about you since the first day I saw you. I couldn't ever stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I tried." he breathed out, leaving kisses across your collarbone.

"I-I felt the same way, and that's why I always had to see you." you stuttered, feeling red-faced right when the words came out.

"You're beautiful, Y/N, and you have a way about you. " he murmured, grinning as he slid one hand from the small of your back to your ass, squeezing gently. He presses a kiss to your neck when your hips jump up against his, and he emitted a chuckle in the space between your neck and shoulder. He rolls your blouse up with a hand, only to find that you weren't wearing a bra underneath and he couldn't help but laugh. "Hm, just what I thought. I noticed that right away."

You swallowed a gulp and giggled to try to ease your nervousness. He lowers his head down and his mouth stills on the swell of your breath, your fingers anchored in his hair, his teeth biting just enough for your back to arch against the fabric of the tent. He doesn't move when you do though and after a couple of moments of silence, your heavy breaths echoed in the ill-lit tent between you two, and he leaned back up.

"Let's move this down here, shall we?" he smirked as he led you to the bedroll and you laid back on it. His eyes almost glow in the light of the room and he climbs on top of you, his hands pressed on either side of your hips, his mouth hovering over yours. The heat that was prickling just beneath your skin turns into a steady thrum and you drop your head back a bit, your nose glancing along his jaw.

You have trouble focusing when he shifts his body over yours, guiding your back until you're sprawled out once again beneath the bedroll. He lets out a soft sigh when your noses bump together, lips millimeters apart. You shift your legs so his knees can rest between them, hips falling in line. He ruts against you once and you suck in a sharp breath, your hands finding purchase in his hair. He starts nibbling beneath your ear, teeth scraping while you bite the inside of your cheek.

"Is this your first time?" he asked suddenly and you shook your head in response. "Hm, so how do you like it?" he cocked an eyebrow, his seductive stare was distracting so it took you a couple of moments to think up an answer.

"Don't ask, just fuck me already." you said in an impatient tone. Heat pulsed low in your belly and the ache between your thighs is fierce and sharp now.

"You're kinky, I'm learning so much about you so fast." he said with a chuckle. You start to feel like you're heart is going to beat right out of your chest. You pull back with a gasp and he immediately goes to work on your clothes, pulling down your blouse with a forceful tug, nearly ripping it off and then attaching his mouth to the hollow of your throat. You utter a helpless little noise caught in the back of your throat when his hand cups your breast. He echoes it when he drags his thumb over your nipple. It's like a flip has been switched within him once you said what you wanted. His mouth was eager as he sucked small bruises down your chest, grunting in frustration.

"This is my first time, with you. I want to savor it so if you could be a little patient." he jested and you just rolled your eyes playfully.

His sweater is soft against your bare skin and you glanced at your side to see your shirt over the lantern in the corner, making the room even more subdued. His gaze heated as he trails his hand over your breast, spreading his fingers as he glides his hand down to your belly and then back up again. He pinches your nipple and your back arches, chasing the feeling, the pounding between your legs thrumming in time with the stroke of his fingers. You drag your nails down the side of his sweater as he looks at you, slipping it under and feeling the stretch of his shoulders beneath hot skin. You push your hips up and he presses back down, a slow rhythm between you two where he hits you just right, his member straining against the seam of your pants.

He switches it up when you close your eyes and bite out his name, he presses down with his hips again and rolls them in a slow grind.

"Jerome," you panted out, unwilling to move your hands from the gentle pressure you have on his shifting shoulder blades as he bends his head and draws nonsense into your breast with his tongue. You press harder and he chuckles, rubbing his cheek against your nipple until you make emit an embarrassing gasping sound and softly utter, "Fuck."

Encouraged, his wandering hand slides to the edge of your pants, toying with the fabric there as you hook your ankle around the back of his knee. You feel like you're on fire, beads of sweat at the hollow of your throat and between your breasts. He suddenly moves his hand underneath your pants and underwear, the pad of his thumb circling your clit vigorously.

"You're so wet, don't worry, I'll take care of you." he assured, his smirk widening. He presses his hips to your thigh and you slip one hand down his back, around his waist to the front of his pants and you start to palm his erection. He bites out around a groan, stiffening more.

His body tenses when you use your leg around him to push down his pants, but his fingers down slow against you, his palm grinding down into your clit while his fingers press into you. You drop your other hand to his sweater and hold on tight while he works you, his mouth is back on your nipple while you stare at the ceiling of the tent and listen to the rustling leaves, the circus music faint outside. His hand is insistent against you, his mouth whispering deliciously dirty things into the space between your breasts. He bites you hard and your fingers wrap around his wrist, holding him against you in just the right stop as you rock your hips.

"Come on, and give it to me, Y/N. Don't hold anything back from me." he urged, giving your clit several sudden and quick flicks. You become a gasping and writhing mess, your nails biting into his wrist and you bury your face in his chest when you come, uttering a muffled sob. He helps you ride it out with gentle fingers and when you open your eyes again, there are no colors dancing in your field of vision. You smile softly, your shoulders relaxing.

You press the sweaty mop of his hair back that was sticking to his forehead, tracing the tip of his ear with your finger and he tilts his face, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand. "Tell me how that felt." he whispered as you trembled a little.

"Amazing. You're amazing." you breathed out.

"Let's give you another one, how does that sound?" he chuckled, a dark hunger in his voice which made your cheeks flush up in answer. You've both waited long enough and you silently both knew what was going to happen next. Your hands reach out to grab his member, gripping it tight and stroking him until his forehead falls to the pillow beneath your head with a groan. You reached up and pressed your mouth to the skin above his sweater, sucking a mark below his collarbone. He grasps your head with his hand, tangling his fingers in your hair as you quickly made work of his pants and underwear, yanking them off together. He does the same to yours, tugging them down and tossing it to the side carelessly.

"Please fuck me now." you demanded under your breath, which made his signature grin appear on his face again. You were becoming more frustrated after all the teasing, you needed him now.

"Hold on tight, Y/N." he purred. You rose your hands up to grab his shoulders, gripping on them tightly as he said. He presses into you, whispering your name between clenched teeth as you spread your legs wider to accommodate him. He's thick and heavy inside of you and when he's fully settled, you squeeze his shoulders, his hips pressed tight to your own as you rotate them together. You lean up to brush your lips against his neck as he gives you an experimental rock of his hips that you answer with your teeth grazing against his skin.

"Fuck, you feel so incredible." he said in a loud whisper.

"Mhm, Jerome." you breathed out as his hand drifted down your body to lift your thigh higher around his hips. He keeps it there, holding you steady as he rocks once, twice, and then a third time until you arch your back and grit out a desperate, "Don't stop."

"I had no intention of stopping, gorgeous." he answered with a curl of his lip. The bedroll around you two is brushing against the sides of the tent every time he thrusts his hips against yours. He catches your clit on every downward grind and you can feel it sparking again, under your skin, that wild thrum. "I've thought about this more times than I can count." he said lowly, his palm sliding from your thigh to your ass and then he angled your hips up, grinning when he slides deeper and you moan out his name.

"Me too." you whispered as he picked up his pace. His hips jumping against yours as you gripped tighter on his shoulders. Your legs are already shaking around his hips and you know that it won't take long now, the hand on your ass sliding to where they're joined. He used a few rough, felicitous swipes of his thumb along your clit and you let yourself go in that moment.

He emits a gasp above you, his chest rubbing over your nipples, and your hips frantic. His mouth is slanted over yours as he chases his high while drawing out your own. His hand moves to grasp your ass, his fingers digging into your cheeks. He utters your name in a low whisper against the skin of your neck when he comes, your entire body stilling above you, a few slow jumpy strokes of his hips before he collapses. You feel disgustingly hot and sweaty beneath him but you don't care. You both pant together, in unison, taking one another's scent in. He has a tired glint in his eye, but he quickly gives in to the opportunity to capture your lips in another searing kiss when suddenly you start to giggle.

"What?" he asks against yours lips, smiling.

You try to stifle the last of your laughter, your cheeks reddening up. "Sorry, I just can't believe we didn't get caught. We were both pretty well, loud. And that was just, wow. That was really something." you said, your words coming out as a stuttering mess.

He huffs out a laugh as he traced his fingers around your back, just laying there with you. "Told you we wouldn't get caught, doll."

You gave him a playful look of disapproval because he knew what you thought of the nickname. There's a pause, a longer one than you would have liked, so you blurt out, "I'm going to miss you."

"Hm, are you really going to miss me or is this wet pussy doing the talking for you?" he tilted his head to the side and looked at you with an innocent pout. He gave your clit a swift flick with his finger, which made you instantly squirm.

"What? No, honestly. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but I will." you said with a soft smile and he leans in, his smirk only broadening because he's hearing exactly what he needed to hear.

"I'll come back for you. I don't think I'll be able to stay away long, especially after we just fucked." he chuckled, and every time he laughs you can't help but do the same. "You haven't seen the last of me, doll, and there's no way I'm going without you having this. Here's my number." he lowers his head back down between your legs and starts tracing numbers with slow motions of his tongue, his eyes staring up at you as you gasp loudly in surprise.

"You don't have a piece of paper around? H-How do you expect me to remember that when-oh god!" you moaned out as he continued to write his number on your clit, and you could see his eyes smiling even with yours closed tight.