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Can we get an obsessed jermajesty fic

Obsessed Jermajesty! headcanons

(Fair warning: implied actress!/model!reader, curly hair implied, curvy reader (like always hello), implied Randy jr x reader but VERY vague, kinda pervy jer😋 pussy slapping, some size kink Jermajesty is possessive but not toxic)

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ Obsessed Jermajesty! saw you one time working with Randy Jr at one of his projects…oh he was gone. He started going to the set on the daily with the excuse of seeing Randy, but secretly he wanted to stare at you from afar, your pretty face, your perfect curls and your curves that got his heart beating, he wanted -no- NEEDED to have you. But Randy did warn him

“She’s hot, but she’s not easy man, trust me every guy in the cast has tried…even I tried”

Oh? Challenge accepted, he thought.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Obsessed!Jermajesty started researching you, looking up your interviews and -literally- taking notes of your favorite things. Your favorite flowers are tulips? you found them the next day on your trailer. You like a show? he studied everything about it just to have something to talk about with you. And would wouldn’t fall for that?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ And like it was set in stone, he broke down every single one of your walls and got you. He walked to set like a fucking winner, because the second you see him you run into his arms, and of course his hands go straight to the plump of your ass, squeezing it as he gives the rest of the boys in the cast a (not so) subtle smug smile

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Jermajesty just HAS to have his hands on you at all times, he always pulls you to be on his lap or his arm has to be wrapped around your waist at the very least. Specially if a man looks at you for a little too long for his liking, his hand immediately goes to your jaw, pulling you into a longing kiss

“What was that for?” you pull away slightly, your voice a little hazy

“Just wanna kiss you, i can’t kiss my girl?” he shoots a look at the guy who was standing behind you ready to approach you, he raises his hands in defeat and walks away.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ He’s very tunnel vision for you, no other woman exists in the world, he goes as far as to buy matching rings for you guys, so even if you’re away, people know he’s a happily taken man.

NSFW

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Your first time having sex was like out of a movie por both of you, he had this complete goddess laying before him, he didn’t let you move an inch, he wanted to know everything that made you fall apart, constantly saying

“Is this good mama?”

“How about this? mmmm? You like that”

“F-Fuck baby you feel so fucking good”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Fucking MUNCH. oh he loves your pussy so bad, he would open you up your legs far enough for you to not be able to close them, and he stays between your legs for hours on end

“Cmon mama, one more…please i need it all over me”

“Look at how wet you are f’ me” he says slapping over your pussy “i don’t think you want me to pull away baby, look how messy you’re getting”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Oh obsessed!jer fucks. His favorite positions are doggy —because he can have a full look of your ass moving as he pounds into you— and cowgirl —cause he can suck and lick on your nipples as you bounce on his dick—

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Obsessed!Jermajesty has a bad case of praise kink, even if he’s mostly the dom in the relationship, he really gets off from you telling him how much you enjoy the sex with him, and you notice it

“You’re gonna take this dick baby? fuck” he says slamming his hips into you

“Yes! Maj feels so good baby, you fuck me so good” you say in between ragged moans

“Who else can fuck you like this mama?” A sharp spank his your ass “Talk to me”

You yelp “No one else baby, only you i-i swear”

“That’s what the fuck i thought”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ He can’t deny that he’s a little jealous that his brother tried to get you, but he is really smug and a show off about the fact that you picked HIM. Sometimes he’ll even try to fuck you while Randy is downstairs, safe to say you’re absolutely mortified

“Baby” you moan as he begins to leave a trail of sloppy kisses on your breast “Baby your brother’s downstairs”

“I don’t give a fuck let him hear” he says now licking over your nipple as he pulls down his sweatpants “Let him know you belong to me”

Later on he walked downstairs to get you your water bottle and he spots Randy on the couch

“Message received by the way” Randy says “That’s your girl man, don’t gotta rub it in everybody’s faces damn”

He smirks. damn right you’re his.

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What A Dork!

Pairings: Sub!Nerd!Jermajesty x Meanie!Reader

Genre: SMUT!!(MDNI), Technically enemies to lovers(?). University!AU

Warnings: AGAIN SMUT!! (MDNI), bullying. We're gonna tag angst to be safe. Reader is dramatic. Virginity loss. Big-Dick Maj (Holup, working with a monster!) Oral (m. receiving). Edging. Slight dacryphilia(?). Slight mommy kink (appears once). P in V (protected). Jermajesty's not as innocent as you think, reader's just as bad. (They're both creeps)

Summary: Y/n is assigned as Jermajesty's partner. While she'd rather be doing anything else, she figures the best way to learn is hands on.

W.C: 8.2k (She's juicy, honey)

Author’s Note: First dish is up! WAD won the vote, and so here I am to deliver. Y'all I had a ball cooking this one up (it's been in the kitchen for two months, and y'all forced me to finish it). Let me know what you think in the comments, reblog if you love it, and as always, happy reading! -Love, B. 🤍 ↪ The Archive

The lecture hall door swings open with a thud against the rubber stopper, and you sail through it like you're making an entrance on a reality tv show. Your hip does most of the heavy lifting because your hands are full. One clutches an iced latte the color of a sunset, while the other holds your phone, which you're actively ignoring because the group chat has been blowing up since six this morning, and you know those whores have nothing serious to talk about.

Everyone looks up. They always do. You've accepted it as a natural law by now, like gravity or the fact that the dining hall will always be out of the good yogurt by the time you get there.

When you walk into a room, people notice. You're the girl with the glossed lips, cropped tops, and skirts that toe the lines of the campus dress code so dangerously it might as well be a tightrope act. Some people call you a ditz. Others, more creatively, call you a bimbo. You, however, prefer to call yourself efficient. Because really, why waste precious mental real estate pretending to care about things you don't? Your brain is a finite resource, and you've chosen to allocate it to the things that matter: your social standing, aesthetic, and the ability to read a room and make everyone in it do what you want. Everything else is background noise.

You slide into your usual seat, third row from the back, by the window, where the light hits your face just right, and you can watch the squirrels wage their endless war against the campus landscaping. Your designer tote hits the desk with a clatter that could wake the dead, and a few heads swivel in your direction. You don't bother to look up, finding your phone more interesting. Besides, you know exactly what they're seeing: a girl who looks like she stepped out of a magazine spread, completely unbothered by the weight of academic responsibility. BIO202 may very well be the bane of your existence. A serious thorn in your otherwise perfectly manicured side. You've already taken this class twice.

Twice.

And failed both times, not because you couldn't understand the material, but because you couldn't be bothered to show up for the exams or the labs. Or, you know, any of the classes after the first week. But third time's the charm, right? That's what your academic advisor said, anyway, with that strained smile people get when they're trying to be supportive but are also deeply concerned about your life choices.

Professor Wallace shuffles in like a man who has given up on life but still has bills to pay. His tie is crooked, his hair looks like it lost a fight with a pillow, and he's muttering something about traffic and his existential crisis of running out of coffee on a Monday morning. The room falls into a hush, the kind of collective silence that says everyone has agreed, without consulting each other, that this is a don't-make-eye-contact kind of morning.

He fumbles with his briefcase, drops a stack of papers, picks them up, drops them again, and finally gives up, leaving them in a chaotic pile on his desk. For a long moment, he just stares at the mess, like he's waiting for it to organize itself out of sheer pity. When it doesn't, he sighs, adjusts his glasses, and clears his throat.

"Good morning, everyone," Wallace drones out. His voice serves as the auditory equivalent of a wet blanket. He does a headcount, eyes scanning the room with the enthusiasm of someone counting inventory at a warehouse. "Before we begin today's lesson, I have an announcement."

You sigh, loud enough for the guy next to you to glance over. You pop the lid off your fruity little drink and take a long sip, just to have something to do with your hands. Announcements are never good. They always mean extra work, stricter rules, or some new policy designed to make your already tedious life even more complicated. You brace yourself for the worst.

"As you all know," Wallace continues, and you can already feel your stomach churning, "the final project makes up a big chunk of your overall grade for this course."

Here it comes; the hammer is about to fall.

"To, uh, encourage collaborative thinking and foster a sense of ‘academic community’... as the dean puts it, I've assigned each of you a permanent partner for the remainder of the semester."

A wave of groans ripples through the room, a chorus of shared misery that sounds like a gospel choir of the damned. You roll your eyes so hard you see stars. The plan for this class (and, let's be honest, your entire academic career) was simple. Apply minimal effort, show up, look good, make a few snide comments, and leave. Now, thanks to Professor Wallace's misguided attempt at team-building, you're going to have to remember some random loser's name for the next three weeks. Tragic. Absolutely tragic.

The disordered professor adjusts his glasses, squinting at a piece of paper that looks like it's been through a war. "I'll call your names. Find your partner and get acquainted. You have the rest of the class to start planning."

You make a face, already drafting a detailed complaint in your head. You're going to be stuck with some eager beaver who wants to meet every day at the library, or worse, someone who doesn't shower and has strong opinions about the correct way to cite sources.

A nightmare scenario is unfolding in real time, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Wallace starts rattling off names, pairing people up with the efficiency of a computer algorithm designed by someone who hates fun. You watch as your classmates shuffle around, finding their new partners with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Some look relieved. Others look like they've just been sentenced to community service.

"L/n and..." Wallace pauses, squinting at his paper. "Jackson."

What?

You turn slowly, like a possessed doll, scanning the room until your eyes land on him.

Jermajesty Jackson.

The universe has a sense of humor; you're sure of it. A sick, twisted, heartless sense of humor. There's no other explanation for why you, the queen of the social jungle, have been paired with the dweeb at the bottom of the food chain. The loser that wears the ratty graphic tees, has glasses that never stay on his face, and a backpack that looks like it’s been to hell and back. ​Your eyes meet, and he looks just as horrified as you feel. ​A scoff leaves your lips as you slouch in your seat. ​

"Him? Seriously?" you lament, already feeling the five stages of grief creeping in.

​The young man flinches, just a little. He wasn't expecting you to be so openly disgusted. His gaze drops to his notebook, fingers curling around his pen.

​Wallace wears a flat expression, “If you don’t like it, I’d be happy to fail you…a third time Ms. L/n.” ​

Touche.

Jermajesty takes his place in the now empty seat next to you. He doesn’t speak, though, knowing better than to try and engage with someone as popular (and disgruntled) as you. Instead, he starts observing. ​

You’re gorgeous, a blind man could see that much. You’re also very put together, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The guys here want you, and the girls want to be you. You’re also mean as fuck. But the thing about you that brings Jermajesty the most comfort is the fact that you might actually be the dumbest person he’s ever met. ​

Not that it was ever often, but when you did participate in class, it wasn’t hard to tell that glitter gloss and mini-skirts reigned supreme in your head. He isn’t all that thrilled to be partnered with you either. In fact, he finds you obnoxious and can’t really see what everyone else does. But your disinterest means you won’t get in the way later on, so he can deal with the circumstance…for now.​

When the bell finally rings, you're out of your seat before the sound fully fades, already searching the growing crowd for your friends. You find them, Mia, Dai, and Tania, waiting a few feet from the door. A cluster of perfectly styled hair, designer clothes, manicured nails. They’re probably talking about this weekend’s party, or about how Serena’s leave-out really was left out. ​

"Hey!" you call, approaching rapidly, and they turn, faces lighting up. ​

"Y/n! Oh my god, I need to tell you—" Dai starts, but you cut her off.

​ "You won’t believe what just happened," you say, waving your hand to cut her story short. "So, I got paired with someone for a project in bio, right?"

​They all lean in, listening intently. They too know the pain of random academic partnership.

“Bitch…who’d you get?" Mia asks. ​

You say his name like it's a disease, one that will most certainly kill you within forty-eight hours. ​

There’s a beat of silence, then Mia blinks. "Wait…Jermajesty? The one with the extra fine brother?" ​

"Yeah," you say, actively deflating. "That’s the one." ​

They all turn, like synchronized swimmers, to see Jermajesty exiting the room. He hasn't noticed yet, waiting for the hall to clear, completely unaware that he's become the center of attention. ​

"Oh my god," Dai whispers, half‑laughing. "Girl he looks a mess!" ​

"Bitch! Look at the pokemon cards in his bag," Mia chimes in, giggling while pointing. A small crowd begins to form as they poke a little more.

Tania, the loudest of the group, tilts her head and says, loud enough to carry, "What a fuckin’ dork!" ​

The crowd starts to laugh, and you do too. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right? That’s the script. You’re the queen, and this is your court. If the school were a monarchy, your face would be on the dollar. Then you go to crack your own joke, but when you look back, Jermajesty’s frozen.

His shoulders are tense, and his hands are trembling. For a second, he just sits there, like he's trying to decide if he actually heard what he thinks he heard. Then he looks up. His eyes meet yours for a split second, and all you see is hurt. Pure embarrassment and humiliation fill his face as he pretends Tania’s words don’t sting.

He breaks away from your gaze and looks around quickly, searching for an out. ​Something in your chest twists violently. It’s a feeling you’d normally write off. But it’s suspiciously close to empathy. ​How annoying.

You don't do…guilt.

You say what you want, when you want, and if people can't handle it, that's their problem. But this…this is just sad. It might have something to do with how he looked at you, like he expected you to be on his side, when you weren't. Whatever it is chips away at your resolve.

You suck in a dramatic breath through your nose. What you’re about to do might qualify as social suicide, but the barely-used, dust-covered better part of you (which lives somewhere near your conscience and your love of limited edition lip gloss) can’t let him sit there looking like a kicked puppy. Especially since his only crime is existing. ​

"Hush," you snap at your friends, and before they can ask what’s up, you're walking back toward the classroom, heels clicking loudly against the tile. ​Jermajesty is trying to steady himself and is about halfway through reciting the elements of the periodic table when you stop in front of him. He startles, like he wasn't expecting you to come anywhere near him. ​

"Hey," you say, voice casual, like you didn't just let your friends humiliate him thirty seconds ago. ​

"Please leave me alone," he all but begs, voice meek.

​You flinch at the way he speaks. How the hell do you even fix this? Never have you attempted to console someone before. Without much more thought, you whip out your phone, unlock it, and thrust it at him. "Give me your number."

He blinks. "What?"

​"Your number," you repeat, rolling your eyes like he's being difficult on purpose. "So I can text you about our project. Duh." ​

He stares at you for a second, then at your phone, then back at you. "Oh. Um. Okay." ​

The crowd that rallied to watch you tear the boy apart begins to disband once they realize that you aren’t being hostile. The boy in front of you visibly relaxes as the onlookers keep moving. He hesitates for a moment, then takes your phone with careful fingers, like he's afraid he'll break it, and types in his contact info. When he hands it back, you glance at the screen. ​

Jermajesty J. ​

Cute.

You snatch the phone back and tuck it into your purse, then lean in a little closer, dropping your voice so only he can hear. ​"Attention’s off you now. You're welcome," you murmur, tilting your head slightly before finishing. "Oh, and do. not. text me." ​

His eyes widen just a bit, realizing you only handed over your life source to save his skin. "I… okay?"

​"Good." You give him one last look, half‑annoyed, half‑something else you don't want to name, then turn and walk back to your friends. ​They're all watching you with confusion written across their faces clear as day. ​

"What was that?" Dai asks as you rejoin the group. ​

"Damage control," you quip, shrugging your shoulders. "He looked like he was going to die of embarrassment. If he fails, I fail. I can’t risk my grade over a joke."

​The girls hum in agreement, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. ​ You, on the other hand, can't stop thinking about something. The way he looked at you, like he expected better. It’s easy to tell yourself you don’t care, but you suppose it would’ve been easier to leave him alone in the first place.

​The rest of the day drags on like molasses. ​You skip your other classes, deciding that this morning was enough excitement for one day. You tell yourself you'll make Jermajesty do all the boring stuff and you'll just look pretty, sign your name, and call it a day. That was the plan anyway.

When you get back to the house, you drop your bag by the door and flop onto the couch. Notifications fly across your screen one by one. Classmates, friends, group chats. Then, finally:

​Hey, it's Jermajesty. From bio. Did you want to come over? ​

You roll your eyes, but type back anyway. ​

U didn’t need to tell me that. Alr saved ur number. Thought I told u not to txt me??

​Three little dots appear, disappear, appear again.

​Ok. Let’s hope third time’s a charm then.

You raise a perfectly arched brow at the words glaring back at you. Though audacious, that little shit does make a valid point. If you fail this class again, you’ll be suspended for a year. Still, there’s no way in hell you’d be caught dead walking into Jermajesty’s house. A sigh escapes through your nose as you formulate a response. ​

Wtv. Not coming over there. U can come to mine at 7. Use the back door. ​ [ y/n shared location for 1 hour]

You toss your phone onto the cushion beside you and stretch, trying to ignore the low hum of annoyance in your chest. This is going to be a disaster. You can already tell. ​

At 6:58, there's a quiet knock at the back entrance, just as instructed. ​You glance at it before standing slowly, then pad over in your socks, opening the door just wide enough to peek out. Jermajesty stands there, backpack clutched like it contains state secrets, looking ready for a cameo on ‘Nerd Makeover: Extreme Edition.’

He’s wearing a long-sleeved anime shirt, basketball shorts that scream ‘laundry day,’ and sneakers that are beat to shit. His hair is wild, he’s sweating bullets, and his glasses are so crooked you’d think they were part of a social experiment. The poor boy is petrified. ​

"Hey," Jermajesty squeaks.

​"Hey," you echo with the enthusiasm of a cat being asked to take a bath, stepping back to let him in. "Shoes off. And don’t touch anything."

​He blinks, then quickly bends to untie his laces, lining his shoes up neatly by the mat like he's afraid they'll offend you if they aren't perfectly straight. ​

"Living room," you sigh, gesturing up the hall. "We can work at the coffee table." ​

He nods while trailing behind you like a lost puppy. ​You plop back onto the couch, and he sits near you, carefully setting his backpack on the floor and unzipping it to reveal an organized mess of folders, notebooks, and pens. It may look chaotic, but he has a whole system.

​"Alright," you huff. "Let's get this over with. What do we have to do again?" ​

Jermajesty pulls out a notebook, flipping to a page that is, predictably, color-coded with the kind of enthusiasm only a future valedictorian would possess. "The endocrine system," he says, pushing his glasses up like a nervous scientist. "We have to identify the main parts, explain their functions, and how they work together to keep our hormones in check. Basically, why you don’t burst into tears during store sales." ​

You make a face. "I do burst into tears when there’s a sale. Anyway, that sounds like a lot of words." ​

"It's… not that bad," he says, tentatively. "I can draft most of it, if you want. You can, like, review it?" ​

You raise an eyebrow. "You're offering to do all the work?" ​

He shrugs, cheeks flushing a little. "I don't mind. I kind of… like this part." ​

"Of course you do," you murmur, but the usual bite is missing, like a sugar-free energy drink. You lean back, watching him open his laptop and start typing. You’d be more annoyed if he wasn’t so endearing in his nerdy panic. ​For a while, the only sound is the soft clack of keys and the occasional rustle of paper. You try to focus on the screen in front of you, but your attention keeps drifting. ​To him. ​

He's… different like this. Still quiet and careful, but there's something about the way he concentrates that catches your eye. His brows furrow slightly, lips pressing together as his fingers move quickly over the keyboard. Halfway through a sentence, Jermajesty pauses, reaches up, and takes off his glasses. He squeezes his eyes together in an effort to get rid of the fatigue in his eyes. ​

You blink. ​

Sweet Jesus. When he’s this relaxed, and without those frames, he could give most of the guys on campus a run for their money. His eyes are a warm brown, framed by lashes that are unfairly long for someone so awkward. The faint smudge of tiredness under them makes him look less like a nervous lab partner and more like someone you’d bat your lashes at.

Jermjesty’s focus breaks when he feels holes burning into the side of his head.​ "What is it?" he asks, glancing up. ​

You snap your attention back to the brightly colored pages, painfully aware that you've been caught.

"Nothin’," you say quickly. "Jus’ thinking." ​

"Oh…does that hurt?" ​ He jests, a small smirk resting on his lips

It takes you a moment to figure out what he’s saying, which makes him chuckle.

"Hey!" you screech in mock offense, forming a smile of your own.

The young man only shakes his head, throwing his hands up in surrender before you have a chance to get started. It’s a small moment, one that shouldn’t mean too much, but it does. The barrier between the two of you has been broken. In your living room, on the couch, you’re both equals. It feels kinda nice.

You try to regain focus. You really do. But he leans forward, and you get a whiff of his body wash. A masculine vanilla that floods your senses beautifully. Then, he pushes his sleeves up a little, and a glimpse of the veins on his forearms leaves you damn near salivating. What really does it is the way he bites his lip while reading. Up close, this man was something else entirely.  ​

​You shake your head, annoyed at yourself. Just hours ago, you were asking God why he had forsaken you. And now, here you are, drooling over the loser from BIO202. You watch him for another minute, then tap your nails against the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound. ​Screw it, who’s gonna check you anyway?

"Jermajesty," you drag out, voice laced with pure mischief. "Do you have a girlfriend?" ​

He stills, fingers hovering over the keyboard, eyes flitting up to meet yours, then away again. "Uh," he starts, voice cracking slightly. "No. No, I don't." ​

You tilt your head, pretending to be deeply interested in your nails. "Really? No girlfriend at all?"

​"No," he says again, quieter this time. "I um, I haven't really had time for–  well, I mean–" ​ He trails off, cheeks turning pink. ​

You smile, slow and deliberate. "Have you ever been alone with a girl before?" ​

His mouth opens, then closes. He looks like he's trying to figure out if this is a trick question. ​ "Like… right now?" he asks with a tremble in his voice. ​

"Like, ever," you clarify, leaning forward a little. "Just you and a girl. No parents, no projects. Just alone with a member of the opposite sex."

​ He swallows, fingers tightening around the edges of his laptop. "No," he admits. “ I haven't." ​

You hum, like this is fascinating information, and decide to tease him just a bit more. "Never?" ​

"Nope." he confirms under his breath, hoping that the chair will open up and swallow him whole soon. ​

You let that sit for a moment, enjoying how flustered he is. Then, with a small, playful shrug, you ask, "Okay, but… have you ever even kissed a girl? Like, on purpose?" ​

A deep crimson washes over his entire face. ​ He looks down at his hands, then back up at the door. Wondering if his next answer will land him on the school’s tea page. Finally, he shakes his head, a tiny, almost imperceptible movement. ​

"No," he whispers. ​

You don't laugh or make fun of him. You just watch, something warm and mischievous unfurling in your chest. ​

"Do you want to?" you ask, voice low, teasing. ​

He blinks. "What?" ​

You clarify, leaning in a little closer, "Kiss a girl, I mean." ​

His throat moves as he swallows. He looks like he's trying to form words and failing, like his brain has short‑circuited the same way yours did earlier. ​ "I… I mean…" he stammers, voice cracking again. "I– yeah? I think so.”

"You think so?" you echo, grinning mischievously. "That’s not a very confident answer, Jermajesty. You can say no, I promise I won’t tell the girls." ​

He takes a shaky breath, fingers curling into his sleeves. "Yes," he says, firmer this time, though his cheeks are still burning. "Yes, I want to." ​

You let the silence stretch between you, thick and heavy. You can see the way his pulse jumps in his throat, the way his hands tremble slightly in his lap. ​

"Okay," you say, happy with the outcome from your seemingly random line of questioning.

He blinks, unsure if this is some sort of joke. "Okay?" ​

"Yeah. If you really want to, I’ll help you out." You shift a little, closing the gap between your bodies.

Jermajesty’s knee brushes yours, and he lets out a chortled kind of whimper when your hand lands on his thigh. The boy turns to face you, eyes wide, breath faltering when you stop just inches away. ​

"Is this… is this okay?" you ask, tilting your head. "I can stop if you want." ​

He shakes his head so fast, you think it’ll come off his shoulders.

"No," he says. "No, I want this." ​

You smile, more than satisfied, and reach out to gently take his glasses from his face. You need to see how good he looks up close. The poor guy is about as nervous as a pregnant nun. You set the frames on the coffee table, and bring your hand up to caress his arm.

“Relax,” you coo, trying your best not to send Jermajesty into cardiac arrest. “We’re just kissin’, baby.” The boy’s heart stutters at the newly acquired pet name.

Remember when I told you Jermajesty didn’t understand it before, the way all of the other guys on campus practically trip over themselves just to get you to say ‘Hello’?

Well now, when face to face with Aphrodite herself, he realizes he is still just a man. You’ve barely touched him, and he can already feel a tent forming under the thin fabric of the shorts.

God help him.

Your lips hover close enough that his breath catches. You feel the warmth of him, and hear his heartbeat in the space between you. Jermajesty looks at your mouth like it’s an altar. He doesn’t know where to put his hands, whether to reach for you or stay still and risk melting.

So you decide for him. You move first.

Your lips meet his in a kiss that’s slow at first, gentle in a way that contradicts your reputation. Jermajesty’s eyes flutter shut. His shoulders rise like he’s bracing for pain, but the pain doesn’t come. Only warmth, a bright electric feeling that makes his entire posture shift.

His hands finally find something to do. One settles on your thigh, careful. The other hovers, uncertain, then drops lower when he realizes you’re not going to pull away.

You pull back just slightly, just enough to watch his face. He’s flushed, lips parted, breathing like he’s been running. His expression is pure shock. Like he can’t believe this is happening. Like he’s waiting for someone to yell cut and tell him this is all a prank.

“It’s—” he starts, voice breaking.

“What?” you ask, slightly concerned. “Too much?”

He nods, then immediately shakes his head, like his body can’t keep up with his brain.

“It’s not,” he whispers. “It’s just… I didn’t think…”

He stops. His eyes flick to your lips again. He’s overwhelmed.

You smooth your palm over his arm again, a calming gesture that makes him shiver. “Then think less,” you say softly. “Just feel.”

He exhales, a shaky laugh caught in his throat. “Okay,” he hums.

The way he says it makes your heart do something weird. You kiss him again. This time it’s a little firmer. Still gentle, but your confidence pulls him out of his panic and into the moment. His hands grip lightly at your sides.

You taste sugar and something clean, maybe his lip balm? He tastes like sincerity.

When you pull apart, his forehead is almost touching yours. His breathing is labored, and his eyes are glossy, like he might cry.  You hate that you can’t tell if it’s from nerves or emotion, or both. Probably both. You should feel guilty, maybe even weird. Instead, you feel… good.

Jermajesty doesn’t speak. He just stares at you like he’s memorizing your face. You watch him watch you. The word ‘more’ floats somewhere in your mind like a suspicious thought.

You swallow. “Can I tell you something?”

Yes.”He says quickly, hanging on every word you give him “

You smile. “You’re actually good at this.”

He pauses. “at kissing?”

“At… not being weird about it,” you clarify. “You’re doing better than you think.”

His cheeks burn again. “I—” he stammers. Then he laughs. A small sound, embarrassed, like he’s not used to being the person in control. “Maybe,” he says finally, voice soft, “I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Your smile falters. That word hits you harder than it should because it implies a level of investment you didn’t realize he had. You’re used to being the disappointing one, who doesn’t show up, or can’t be bothered to try. The one who leaves early, sends messages late, and acts like effort is something other people are supposed to deal with.

But he’s sitting here looking like your approval is oxygen itself. You shouldn’t like that. You shouldn’t want it. And yet your chest tightens with a feeling that’s closer to warmth than you’re comfortable with.

You tilt your head. “I’m not disappointed,” you say quietly. “If anything, I’m… surprised.”

He blinks. “Surprised?”

“That you’re interested,” you admit, and your voice comes out honest in a way that makes you feel exposed. “You seem like a guy who would always be nervous. Like you’d never… do anything.”

He swallows. His eyes flick down to your lips again like he’s searching for the right words and finding none. “I do,” he says. “I just… don’t usually get the chance.”

You stare at him, and for a second the room disappears. It’s just you and him and the weird gravity of your own choices colliding with his.

Then your phone lights up on the coffee table. A notification buzzes. The sound pulls both of you back to reality. You glance down at the screen, annoyed yet again.

They’re all from the group chat.

Dai-Dai: Y/n where are u?? He still there??   Miawia: Did you cry? Nia: Girl don't tell me he got u up there playin’ d&d 😭

Suddenly, these people you call friends seem so shitty.

You pick up your phone with one hand, still close to Jermajesty. He watches you, wondering if you’ll throw him under the bus again. You don’t type out an answer. You just lay the phone face down and slide it off to the side. You then turn to look back up at him.

“Okay,” you say, voice smoother now. “Back to work.”

He flinches slightly, startled by how fast you pivot. “Oh. Right.”

You smile sweetly. “Do you have more notes?”

His eyes widen. “Uh, yeah. I do.”

He scrambles a little to look competent again, to return to his role. He picks up his glasses from the table and puts them back on like armor. The lenses snap his nervousness back into place. He opens his laptop, and the typing resumes.

You sit there, watching him do the work he offered to do, watching him build a world out of diagrams and definitions. It’s almost funny. He’s the same person. But now you’ve kissed him and crossed some invisible line that you didn’t even know existed. And your brain (traitor) keeps trying to imagine what it would feel like to cross it again.

You lean in toward his screen. “What did you write?” you ask, pretending you care about the words to keep your reputation intact.

He swallows, then points to the part where he’s drafted the explanation of the thyroid gland and its role in metabolism. You read over his notes. They’re detailed. Thoughtful. Like he actually understood this material, like he genuinely liked the part of biology that explains how bodies coordinate, regulate, and survive. You shouldn’t be impressed, this is second nature for a guy like him, but you are.

The worst part is that your admiration for him feels personal. Like you’re not just appreciating his work, but appreciating him.

You clear your throat and tap the edge of the table. “This is good,” you say, despising how sincere it sounds.

Jermajesty’s eyes lift to yours, startled. “Thanks.”

You glance down again, pretending you’re not affected. “So, you do most of it, and I just… review?”

He hesitates. “If you want.”

You blink. “If I want?”

He flushes. “I mean, it’s just… I want you to—” He stops, like he’s about to say something too honest.

You don’t let him spiral. You smile, quick and easy. “You can keep typing,” you say. “I’ll handle the parts that are supposed to sound like I’m engaged.”

He laughs softly, relief flooding through him like a warm wave.

You spend the next hour pretending you’re normal. You talk about the project and school. Most importantly, though, you chat about hormones, glands, and how they coordinate like a team.

You nod mindlessly as he explains how the thyroid controls metabolism, heart rate, and all that jazz.

But every time he leans forward, every time his fingers brush the edge of your sleeve, you feel the echo of the kiss like a heat trail. At some point you realize you’re smiling. Not the performative smile you use in hallways. A real one that shows up on your face without permission.

Jermajesty is nothing if not observant. He notices the shift in behavior almost immediately. “Are you… okay?” he asks.

You shrug, pretending that you aren’t planning a wedding in your head right now.

“Yes.”

He studies you with a raised brow. It’s obvious that he doesn’t believe you.

You sigh in defeat and decide to be honest for once, “I’m not used to people being nice to me without wanting something.”

His expression softens. “I don’t really want anything,” he says, voice careful. “I just…would like it if you didn't embarrass me again."

Your heart does that thing again.

You open your mouth to respond with a joke. You’re good at jokes. But the truth stays in your throat, stubborn and heavy.

“I didn’t embarrass you,” you defend instead, tone is gentler than you mean for it to be.

He blinks. “You did. Earlier.”

You stare at him.

“I apologized with my actions.”

He looks down, lips folding inward. “That’s not—” he starts, then stops. “That was… nice, I guess.”

Nice?

You don’t like that word, it isn’t synonymous with who you are.

So, you distract yourself by pointing at the screen. “Finish the thyroid part,” you demand. “If you don’t, my grade becomes your full responsibility and I will not hesitate to ruin your life if I fail.”

He laughs, actually laughs, and types faster.

When the thyroid section finally looks done. Clean definitions, a neat diagram of the feedback loop with the hypothalamus, and a little note about how thyroid hormones affect everything from skin to growth to fertility. You lean back and stretch.

“Okay,” you huff. “What’s next?”

He scrolls down. “The pituitary,” he mumbles, and his voice shifts a little, like even saying the word makes him nervous again.

You glance at the screen and snort. He’s titled it “The Master Gland.”

You read aloud as he types “‘The pituitary gland is often called the master gland because it controls many other glands in the body and regulates growth, metabolism, blood pressure, and reproduction.’”

You laugh this time. “Master gland, huh? That’s a lot of responsibility for something so small.”

“It’s basically the boss,” he says, warming to the topic now that his focus is off your mouth. “It tells the thyroid what to do, tells the adrenals to make cortisol, and it controls the gonads with FSH and LH.”

“FSH and LH?” you echo, genuinely confused about the acronyms he keeps throwing at you.

“Follicle‑stimulating hormone and luteinizing hormone,” he says, then immediately flushes like he realizes where that’s going. “They um… regulate the reproductive system. In both men and women.”

You let think on that for a second, and let yourself imagine all those invisible signals firing through his body right now.

As you shift closer, your knee presses against his under the table. “So,” you say, voice teetering on sultry, “the pituitary is the one that basically… turns everything on?”

He clears his throat. “Uh. Yeah. It’s not the only thing, but yeah. It starts the cascade. It tells the other glands to release the hormones that affect… arousal."

You let your fingers drift up his arm, slow, deliberate. “So if someone’s sittin’ here, trying to focus on notes, but their pituitary is busy telling their body to wake up…” You tilt your head, watching his face. “That’s not really their fault, is it?”

His eyes flick from your hand to your mouth and back again. “No,” he says, barely audible. “Not really.”

You lean in until your lips are a whisper from his ear. “Good,” you whisper. “Because I think yours is doing its job very well right now.”

He shivers. Actually shivers. You feel it under your palm, the way his skin tightens, the way his pulse jumps where your thumb rests against his wrist. You pull back just enough to look at him. His pupils are blown wide, mouth open slightly. He looks like he’s trying very hard to remember how to be a responsible partner and failing spectacularly.

“Jermajesty,” you say, syrupy and slow. “You can stop pretending you’re thinking about T.S.H.”

He makes a garbled noise that might be a laugh. “I—”

“Let that gland do its job,” you tell him, and there’s a smile in your voice now, wicked and warm all at once.

He stares at you like you just rewrote his entire operating system. Then, slowly, he closes the laptop. The screen goes dark. The room feels smaller, hotter, like the only light left is the one between you.

“Okay,” he says, and this time his voice doesn’t break. It steadies. “I can do that.”

You reach for him, and he meets you halfway.

This kiss isn’t tentative. It’s not panic or performance. It’s the logical conclusion of every hormone his pituitary has been quietly commanding all night. The surge of signaling molecules that make his dick jump. The rise in testosterone sharpens his focus on you, and his nervous system lights up like a circuit finally completed. You feel it in the way his hands move, less afraid, like his body finally got permission to do what his brain has been too nervous to acknowledge. A hand, large and firm, travels up your side, and finds purchase on your chest.

The kiss intensifies, turning from something elementary to something downright sinful. A clash of teeth and tongue as both of you wrestle for dominance. Ultimately, Jermajesty loses that fight when your fingers rake through the hair on the back of his head, tugging softly, earning a gasp. You push your weight into him, climbing into his lap until you’re straddling him completely. His hands rest on your waist, squeezing tight as a way to keep himself grounded.

When you finally pull back, you’re both breathing hard again, but it’s different this time. There’s no shock. Just the two of you, sitting in the afterglow of a decision neither of you is pretending to regret.

“See?” you whisper. “Didn’t that feel good, pretty boy.”

He moans at the way you say that, soft and breathless, and presses himself against you.

“Yes, fuck–” Jermajesty already looks ruined, “Please, can we keep going? I don’t know what m’doing but I wan–”

You giggle and peck his soft lips, saving him from embarrassing himself. “We can do whatever you want, baby.”

He nods and clears his throat, unsure of what his next steps should be. You sit back on his lap, and hook your fingers under the hem of your shirt. The man in front of you waits anxiously, wondering what awaits him under that hoodie. When you pull it over your head, you can physically see the gears turning in his head. He's face to face with the prettiest (only) set of tits he's ever seen. "No bra?" He asks, hypnotized.

"My house, baby boy."

He nods, but you can tell he isn't really listening. His focus is on the perky buds teasing him right now. Jermajesty looks to you, pleading with his eyes. If there's anything you love more than attention, it would be attention from a man who looks like this.

"Go ahead, suck on 'em, baby. I know you wanna."

Jermajesty doesn't need the light to get any greener. He takes your right nipple in his mouth first, swirling his tongue around it, and groans. You wish you could be ashamed at how fast your body responds to him, but the heat pooling between your legs doesn't leave room for shame. You arch into his mouth, fingers threading back into his hair to keep him right there, and he groans against your skin like he's starving for it.

"Shit," you breathe, rolling your hips down against him. The hard line of him through his basketball shorts makes you dizzy. "You learn fast, pretty boy."

He pulls back just enough to look up at you, lips swollen and wet, eyes blown wide with disbelief and arousal. "I just-" He swallows hard, thumbs rubbing restless circles against your ribs. "I want to make you feel good. Tell me what to do."

The begging in his voice, the raw eagerness of a man who has no idea what he's doing but wants to do it anyway, sends a fresh spike of heat through you. You lean down, nose brushing his, and murmur, "Take my shorts off."

Jermajesty's hands shake as he reaches for the drawstring of your sleep shorts. He fumbles twice, curses under his breath, and you cover his hands with yours to steady him. "Slow down," you whisper, guiding him. "We got time."

He nods, jaw tight with concentration, and manages to work the knot free. The fabric loosens with a soft shift that feels loud in the quiet apartment. You lift your hips to help him, and he peels the shorts down your legs with a reverence that makes your chest tight.

"Oh," he breathes when he sees you, bare and waiting in nothing but the dim light from the window. "You're-" He stops, throat working. "God, you're beautiful."

You smile, soft and genuine, and tug at the hem of his shirt. "Your turn."

He rips it off with very little grace, nearly getting stuck in the collar, and you laugh. A bright, happy sound that surprises you both. Then he's bare-chested in front of you, all lean muscle and nervous breath, and the laughter fades into something hungrier.

You run your palms up his chest, thumbs brushing his nipples, and he shudders. "Sensitive," you observe, pleased. "Good to know."

"Everything's sensitive right now," he admits, voice rough. "I feel like I'm gonna crawl out of my skin."

"Then let's get you out of these clothes before that happens."

You curl your fingers into the waistband of both his basketball shorts and briefs, and tug. He lifts his hips obediently, letting you peel them down his legs. His dick springs free, and you freeze.

Holy shit.

He's huge. Thick and heavy, curving up against his stomach with a vein you want to trace with your tongue. Nothing about his lean frame, his pretty-boy face, his nervous fumbling hands, prepared you for this. You'd assumed something modest, maybe average. This, however, is obscene.

Jermajesty goes rigid, embarrassment flooding his features. "Is it-is it okay?"

You laugh, disbelieving and so turned on it hurts. "Baby, it's more than okay." You wrap your hand around him, fingers not quite meeting, and his head drops back against the couch with a thud. "Jesus. You're gonna ruin me."

"Please," he whines, hips bucking into your grip. "Please, I need-"

"What do you need?" You stroke him slowly, watching his face crumble. "Tell me."

"I need your mouth. Please. I'll be good, I swear-"

The begging shatters something in you. You sink to your knees between his thighs, and he croons at the sight of you there, looking up at him with his cock in your hand. You lick a stripe up the underside, tasting salt and heat, and he gasps like you've burned him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

You take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, and his hands fly to your hair, gripping tight. You set a rhythm, slow and deep, taking as much of him as you can, and he's a mess above you, babbling broken pleas, hips stuttering like he's fighting not to thrust.

"So good, so good, please don't stop-"

You pull off with a wet pop, and he cries out, actual tears pricking his eyes. "No, no, please, I was so close-"

"Shh." You pump him with your hand, thumb swiping over the slick head. "You don't cum until I say. Understand?"

He nods frantically, chest heaving. "Yes. Yes, whatever you want. Please."

You edge him like that three more times, bringing him to the brink with your mouth, your hand, watching him unravel and then cutting him off at the last second. By the end, he's sobbing, cock dark and swollen, thighs trembling, completely at your mercy. He can't form words anymore, just broken sounds and pleading looks.

"Please, mommy," he finally chokes out, voice wrecked beyond recognition. "Please, I can't-I need to be inside you. Please let me-"

Mommy? Oh, you like the sound of that.

You stroke him steadily, keeping him right on the edge, “I know what you need, baby boy. Do you have a condom?”

Jermajesty answers with a quickness that stuns you.

“Mhm. Backpack. Third zipper.”

You leave him for a moment and grab the condom from the bag. You tear it open with your teeth, and roll it down his length with a deliberate slowness. He's shaking so hard his teeth chatter. You rise up, position yourself above him, and sink down in one slow, steady movement.

The sound he makes isn't human. His head falls back, throat exposed and vulnerable, and you lean in to bite at the tendon there as you adjust to the stretch of him filling you completely.

"Still with me, baby?"

"Yeah," he chokes out. "Yeah, I'm-fuck, you're so-" He cuts himself off with another groan.

You start to move, rolling your hips slow and deep, and something in him snaps. It seems our pretty boy has had enough.

His hands grip your waist hard enough to bruise, and he starts thrusting up into you with a desperation that borders on feral. The weird, nervous boy is gone. What's left in his place is pure instinct, hips pistoning upward, chasing his own pleasure with single-minded hunger. The couch creaks beneath you as he buries his face in your neck, groaning long and low. The vibration travels straight to your core.

"Fuck, fuck, you feel-" He cuts himself off, teeth grazing your shoulder. "So good! So. Fucking. Good. I can't-"

When you go to pinch his nipple, rolling it between your manicured fingers, Jermajesty loses his rhythm completely, just rutting into you now, animalistic and mindless. You hold on, grinding down to meet him, and the friction builds fast. White-hot pleasure settles deep in your belly.

He's babbling nonsense against your skin. All you can make out is your name and broken cries of pleasure. He reaches between you to find your clit, his fingers are clumsy and desperate,  but they’re exactly what you need.

"Jermajesty," you rasp, and he whines at the sound of his name. "Right there, just like that-"

He doesn't let up. If anything, he doubles down. His brows furrow in concentration even through the haze, watching your face, trying to memorize every expression. When you cum, it's sudden and violent, your whole body seizing around him, nails digging crescents into his shoulders.

He follows seconds later with a ragged cry that sounds like surrender, burying his face in your neck and emptying himself into the rubber. You feel every twitch, every spasm, and you hold him through it, stroking his hair, murmuring soft nothings against his temple until he goes limp beneath you.

For a moment, neither of you moves. His chest heaves against yours, heartbeat thundering, and you can feel the sweat cooling on his skin.

"So," he says eventually, voice muffled and wrecked. "That was…something"

You laugh, warm and satisfied. "Good something or bad something?"

He pulls back to look at you, and the smile on his face is so genuine it makes your chest ache. "Good. Definitely good."

You kiss him, soft and unhurried, and settle back against him with a contented hum. "Can you stay then? I can cook in the morning."

Silence stretches between you, comfortable and heavy. Then he shifts, and you feel him tense.

"Actually," he says, and something in his tone makes you lift your head. He won't meet your eyes. "There's something I need to tell you."

You raise an eyebrow, still floating. "If it's that you were secretly a virgin, I noticed."

"No, it's-" He swallows hard. "We were never supposed to do the endocrine system. It was actually the cardiovascular."

You blink, confused. "What?"

"The presentation," he drags out, "Professor Wallace assigned us the cardiovascular system." He finally looks at you, wincing. "I just really wanted an excuse to touch you."

You stare at him. Then you start laughing, helpless and loud, forehead dropping against his. “And what if I had rejected you? Hm?” You muse, genuinely curious about his master plan. Jermajesty cracks a smile,

“You would’ve repeated bio a third time, that’s what.”

You hum with a smirk and shake your head against his chest.

"No, I wouldn't have. I read the assignment too, bozo."

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You stare at Jaafar’s face as he sits across from you on the couch, absentmindedly rubbing your feet while being completely focused on the tv.

Everything is fine until you notice the stubble on his face. He looks sexy with it obviously, but when did it happen?

Your brows scrunch tightly, confusion spread across your face as you stare at the sudden growth of dirt above his lips and chin. So without thinking, you speak.

“Baby…you been eating pussy?”

The abrupt question instantly makes his head snap toward you, eyes wide in shock. “E-Excuse me?” He clears his throat, lips pressed into a thin line as he squints his eyes.

“Jaafar, you heard me. Have you been eating pussy? Yes or no?” You repeat, throwing your arms up and quirking a brow.

Hes stuck on words, slightly stuttering when he responds. “What—? No! No, what makes you ask me that, baby?” Genuine concern in his voice.

You roll your eyes with a huff, sitting up from the arm of the couch and grabbing his jaw to inspect it.

“M’asking because you have facial hair growing out the blue. You haven’t eaten me out in months because I made you take a break, so who pussy you been eatin’?” You deadpan, tilting your head with offense.

He just blinks at you, lips slightly agape at the random accusation.

“What? I-“ he throws his hands up shrugging. “Honey, I don’t know, it’s just genetics or something, no one’s getting eaten out I promise.”

“I don’t even understand how that correlates, babe.” He stammers, completely baffled.

You just glare at him, squinting your eyes in suspicion. “So you’ve never heard the saying that a man’s beard starts to grow once he starts eating pussy a lot?”

Jaafar blinks slowly, searching your face to see if you’re actually serious. “There can’t be any real scientific evidence behind that.” He deadpans.

“There isn’t any, but my point still stands!” You defend.

“Okay so if that’s the case, everytime I wanted nothing but to eat you out when I came home, what happened then?” He tilts his head, faint smirk on his lips.

If you wanted to crack jokes he could too.

“What you mean?” You narrow your eyes, searching his smug face to figure out what he’s playing at.

“I’m saying,” he drags out. “I ate you out pretty often and I didn’t start to grow any facial hair until now, so what happened?” He smiles.

You gasp, hitting his arm. “Jaafar!”

He cackles, “what?! You’re the one who said it!” He throws his arms up.

“That’s so mean…!” you pout, turning your focus away from him and toward the tv, crossing your arms.

“Aww baby, m’sorry, I was just joking.” He grins, wrapping both his arms around you.

You grumble, rolling your eyes. “Get off of me…”

He ignores you, pecking your cheek and neck full of kisses. “Mmh, I’m sorry baby.. I’ll eat you out as much as you want til my mustache gets thicker.” He mutters against your neck,

You squirm, fighting back a smile. “Jaafar get offa me!”

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[yourleogf]

okayyyy so, now that i’m back… y’all do remember those fics i was supposed to drop for the 4th of july, right?? if not, here’s a refresher 🌚

do y’all still want these? 🌚

DUH

uh… no.

Remaining time: 7 hours 50 minutes

cause if you do… i’ll have em out real soon 🌚

[blkkbratt]

Yk that tiktok trend where ppl say their fav restaurants and then they have s3x after they open their eyes and agree? A Jaafar and gf reader fic like this would be so good.

🍫pairings: Jaafar Jackson x black!reader

🍫contains: Explicit content, strong language, humor, squirting, hair pulling, overstim

🍫summary: A TikTok challenge with Jaafar!

“Baby, do this with me.” You walked towards Jaafar, who was lying in bed half-watching some random show. He immediately shifted his attention to you, sitting up to look at the TikTok on your phone.

The screen read, “Cracking every time we agree,” over a smiling couple. The audio listed fast food places, and every time they opened their eyes, the video cut to them in bed, seeming discombobulated.

After watching it, he nodded. “What does cracking mean?” His eyebrow lifted. You smacked your teeth, “Sex.”

A gasp left his mouth, “They were having sex this whole time?”

“Only when they agreed.” You laughed. “Let’s get to it then.” He shrugged.

You sat next to him, pressing the audio to record the both of you. You both closed your eyes, “Taco bell.”

You opened your eyes, and Jaafar opened his making you both giggle.

•••

“F-fuck.” You whimpered as Jaafar sucked on your clit. He let out an airy laugh at the shake of your legs near his head. His warm, heavy tongue felt heavenly on you, already on the verge of your orgasm.

“You taste so good.” He muttered, suctioning his mouth across your entire slit, sucking and releasing. Your eyes rolled back, fingers lacing through his curls.

Your body vibrated as you the knot in your stomach unraveled, cumming in his mouth.

•••

Your hair was now ruffled and Jafaar had a big smile on his face as both of you were in frame and your eyes were closed. “Burger King.” The audio said, you kept your eyes closed and Jaafar opened his.

“Mcdonalds.”

You and Jaafar opened your eyes.

•••

“Just like that, baby.” He cooed, holding your waist as you bounced on his lap. The clap of skin meeting sounded through out the room, mixed with your moans from his tip kissing your g spot.

“You’re so big, shit!” You cried, nails digging into his broad shoulders. “Look at how you taking it.” He bit his bottom lip, watching the cream foam around his dick.

He was practically in your stomach, using his hips to meet you halfway. “I’m ‘bout to cum.” You dropped your head into the crook of his shoulder. His hands grabbed your ass, forcing you to the base of his dick, making you take him fully.

Your second orgasm washed through you with a loud moan.

•••

You couldn’t even sit up properly, you laid down as you recorded, showing Jaafar sitting up next to you. Both glazed in sweat.

“Chili’s”

You and Jaafar both looked at each other, and you couldn’t help but let out a groan.

•••

“Go slow, I’m sensitiveee,” you whined, head dropping back down into the pillow. Jaafar was behind you, hips pounding against your ass. His hands tightly gripped your waist, tugging you back with every thrust.

“Shhh, you got it.” He whispered under his breath, too caught up in the way your ass rippled against him. His dick stretched you out, making you hold on to the pillow as your eyes rolled back.

“F-fuck, let uppp.” You whined, attempting to inch forward for a breather. You don’t even know why you bothered. “Stop running, take that shit.” He muttered, palms finding your upper back.

He pressed down and your back naturally arched, pushing your butt up more towards him. Your mouth dropped open as drool began to spill from your mouth, absolutely in bliss.

“I’m ‘bout to cum, want me to fill you up?” He asked. You could barely answer, nothing but moans coming out. His fingers laced through your hair, gently tugging you upwards.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Y-yes.” You cried, “please fill me up.”

He groaned, speeding up his movements, sending both of you into an orgasm.

•••

You were splayed out out, sweating, lashes off, still trying to catch your breath. Jaafar held the phone up, shirt off, curls sticking to his forehead, and still a smile on his face.

The comforter was buried to your neck, covering your naked body from the camera.

“Wendy’s.” You would’ve opened your eyes but that ache between your legs told you otherwise. Unlike Jaafar, whose eyes quickly opened.

“Domino’s.”

You cracked one eye open, seeing Jaafar already staring at you wide-eyed and an airy laugh spilled from you.

•••

Your legs were tossed over Jaafar’s shoulders and his hands were beside your head as he thrusted into you. Your pussy was throbbing, but you couldn’t help but moan.

“You feel so damn good.” He groaned, breathing on your neck. “So deep.” You whimpered. Your hand gripped at the sheets, taking everything he’s giving you.

His curls tickled the side of your face, and his natural scent hit your nose making you clench around him. Your toes curled and your body began to shake.

“How you feeling?” He lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were blown out in lust and half-lidded. “I ca—I don—p-please.” You moaned, you felt yourself getting closer and closer, babbling even thought your mind was blank.

“Give it to me, baby.” He kissed your cheek, your jaw, and then met your lips. You cried as you squirted around him, waves of liquid spreading. “Just like that.” He said, sitting up to watch you make a mess.

He continued to pound into you, carrying you through your orgasm. Moments later, he stilled inside of you, letting his warm cum spill inside of you.

•••

You were knocked out. Dead to the world. You did not think this through clearly. Jaafar finished the recording by giving you a kiss on the forehead.

All he put was a shrug emoji and posted it. He wouldn’t mind doing this challenge again.

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[youluvyanni]

Hi Queen, I just wanted to say I loved you’re writing so much. We neeeed more jermasjety fic pls

won’t bite

summary: driven to the brink of exhaustion due to long weeks of blood cravings, you turn to your closest friend for help

contains: vamp reader!, heavily 18+, mdni!, p in v, unprotected sex wrap yo will don’t be silly, bloodsucking

notes: ok so boom a hot minute ago i read a vampire jermajesty fic by @syrndollie and i wanted to make something like it bc i love vampires but i never got the idea until i thought of the song won’t bite by doja cat

you were hungry…starving actually

it had been weeks since you’d had a real meal and every day that passed left you weaker and weaker than the last, your skin felt colder, your limbs heavier, and even the simplest tasks drained what little energy you had left and you barely had the strength to leave your apartment anymore, and when you did, you couldn’t help but think of feeding off a random person, every heartbeat that echoed past your ears made your fangs ache

you hated feeling like that

that led you to call upon your closest and most open minded friend and the easiest…

“Majjj i’m so hungryy” you groaned rolling your head back “we can go grab something? i’ll can pay” he suggested

“no Maj… i’m hungry” you purred

you slid off the cushion and crawled into his lap, the sudden weight making him drop his phone onto his chest. the scent of him made your fangs ache behind your top lip, he looked up at you with a very small but still noticeable smirk “hungry..for some dick?” he teased

truthfully? no, blood was the only thing on your mind, but you weren't above playing along if it got him to hold still “it’s been so long you cooed now rolling your hips on his lap

your eyes lingered on his throat before meeting his gaze “i need it so bad”

“take it baby” he muttered, his gaze fluttering between your lips and eyes

“that’s right baby, bounce on my shit” Jermajesty groaned his hands desperately gripping the plumpness of you ass

“mngh fuuuck” you moaned out digging your nails into his shoulders as gently as you possibly can

to keep your fangs from sinking straight into his neck, you sank them into yourself instead

your head tilted back, a ragged breath escaping you as you bit down hard on your bottom lip, harder than a human could without wincing and deep enough to break the skin

Jermajesty’s head was thrown back against the sofa as he met your rhythm, but as you leaned down to kiss him, the metallic scent hit the air, fresh blood started coating your lip and slicking over your teeth

his eyes snapped open when be caught the sight of the blood smeared on your mouth,

“oh shit” he gasped, his hands tightening on your waist to hold you still, his breath came out in a sharp, rattled exhale as he stared up at your face

“wait baby— you’re bleeding”

you let out a soft, hazy giggle and licked your own lips, completely forgetting to hide what was hiding behind them. accidentally revealing your fangs

“m’sorry…” you purred, your hips giving a tiny, lazy sway against his “i told you i was hungry”

Jermajesty’s breath hitched as his eyes dilated, locking onto the tip of your fangs resting against your stained bottom lip, his body going taut beneath you as the dots finally connected in his head

“wait…” he breathed out, his gaze flitting from your teeth back up to your eyes, a sudden flash of nervousness breaking through his composure

seeing the flicker of hesitation in his face made your chest tighten with a sudden pang of guilt. tou softened your posture, resting your forearms gently on his shoulders “hey… I didn’t mean to scare you like this” you murmured softly

he let out a strained chuckle him as his grip on your hips softened back into a touch

“i’m not scared” he insisted, tilting his chin up with that stubborn pride, though his chest was rising and falling a little too fast

“i can hear your heartbeat Maj” you whispered teasingly

a heavy silence stretched between you, filled only by the quiet hum of the room and his hammering chest. slowly, the tension in Jermajesty’s shoulders began to melt into a fascinated curiosity. his eyes drifted back up to your mouth

“lemme see ‘em,” he whispered, his hands steadying on your hips “for real this time. show me”

you gave him a wide smile, fully bared your fangs, they glinted sharp and pale against the dark blood staining your mouth

Jermajesty stared, his breath catching in his throat as a mix of awe and arousal washed over his face. he reached up, his thumb lightly brushing just beneath your bottom lip, inches from the sharp tips

“Maj…” you whined softly, leaning down so your lips hovered a breath away from his neck “let me just take a little bite… please… i’m starving”

“look at those things, you're gonna tear my neck open”

“i won’t, i promise” you pleaded, your voice dropping into a breathless, desperate coo as you rolled your hips against his again “just a tiny taste, it won’t hurt…i’ll be gentle i promise”

he let out a ragged, disbelieving laugh, his head falling back against the sofa cushions as your body heat and begging completely eroded his defenses

“It won’t won’t hurt, huh?” he muttered, his eyes fluttering shut as your breath warmed the skin over his thumping pulse “okay just don’t go crazy”

you smiled again and nodded “okay i won’t”

you fully sank down onto him again. you buried your face in the side of his neck and pressed a warm, soft kiss right against his throbbing pulse point, finding the perfect spot before letting your fangs glide smoothly into his skin

Jermajesty gasped, his back arching off the cushions as a sharp, sudden heat flared through him. his fingers dug deep into your ass, as his breath hitched violently in his throat

the first drop of his blood hit your tongue and a shudder ran straight down your spine. the deep, agonizing drain you’d felt for weeks vanished instantly, replaced by a rush of pure electricity

underneath you, Jermajesty’s initial shock melted into a heavy, dazed surrender. the thrill of the bite, mixed with the intense pull of your body, sent a jolt straight down his spine and right into you

as you drank, you felt him swell and grow harder inside you, stretching you out even more

a muffled groan vibrated against your jaw, his grip on your waist tightening until it was almost bruising

“fuck y/n…” he choked out, his head thrashing back against the couch, his heartbeat hammering like a drum as his dick continue to throb and swell to its absolute limit inside you

“what the hell are you doing to me?”

your walls clenching tight around him as you drank, swallow after desperate swallow, the sensation drove him completely over the edge. any lingering hesitation dissolved

“m’feels so good” he choked out, his arms wrapping around your torso in a tight bear hug. he pinned you against his chest, locking your hips to his, and began to pound up into you with relentless, heavy thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix

every hard thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you, making you drink faster, your nails digging into his shoulders to keep from moving too much. the combination of feeding and his thrusts created a feedback loop, his heart hammering wilder with every stroke, feeding you more energy, driving him deeper

“you feel so tight around me” he growled out against your skin, his voice strained and now raspy “take it baby..fuuck”

you let out a muffled, needy whimper against his neck, incapable of forming words as the orgasm gathered like a storm in your lower stomach. you took one last, deep swallow, sealing your mouth over the punctures to stem the flow, just as your peak snapped, your cum completely coating his dick

Jermajesty came a second later, his hips locking deep as he held you tight in that suffocating bear hug, burying his dick deep inside filling you up

you slowly lifted your head from his collarbone, Jermajesty’s arms were still wrapped tightly around your waist, his chest heaving under you as he fought to catch his breath

the two small punctures on his neck were already sealing up, leaving behind nothing more than two tiny, faint mole like marks, but the high of the blood was still humming through your veins, leaving you warm, completely satisfied, and full for the first time in weeks

you brought the back of your hand up to your mouth, wiping away the trace of blood left on your bottom lip. you licked the residue off your skin, letting out a heavy, contented sigh as your fangs fully retracted back into your normal teeth

when you finally looked back down at Jermajesty, you caught him staring up at you with a layer of sweat on his forehead, but it was his expression that made you smile

the hesitation from earlier was gone and his eyes were blown wide, unblinking, looking at you with a mix of utter shock, deep satisfaction, and pure, unfiltered awe

“what?” you purred, a tiny, playful smirk on your lips “told you it wouldn't hurt”

Jermajesty let out a low, breathy laugh, his hands sliding up and resting on your waist

“man... shut up” he muttered, his voice still raspy. he shook his head in disbelief “you’re insane, you know that, right?”

“and your easy like a sunday morning, you just let a vampire bite you” you teased crossing your arms over your chest

“whatever…i’d be down to do it again though”

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[blkkbratt]

Me trying to write smut while on vacation

[iluvbunnyzz]

i feel like a dirty pervert

[ridingreeves]

mouth full

warnings: explicit sexual content / hardcore smut Graphic descriptions of penetrative sex (riding / cowgirl) Finger sucking / oral use of hands Spit, drool, and messy wet sounds Multiple female orgasms while penetrating Dirty talk and degradation-tinged praise Light anal teasing / pressure (fingers against ass, no full penetration) Intense focus on hands and physical control Overstimulation / riding through orgasms

Reader discretion is strongly advised. Adult 18+ only.

pairing: mature Michael x nasty reader

era: mature Michael

You’re bouncing on his dick like it’s the only thing that matters. Hard. Deep. Messy.

Michael is under you,  body tense, those huge hands gripping your hips so tight his long fingers dig into your flesh. You’re slamming down on him over and over, taking every thick inch until your ass meets his thighs with a wet slap. Your pussy is stretched wide around him, juice running down his balls every time you rise up and drop again.

He forces two of his long fingers into your mouth while you ride, and you suck them filthy—spit already dripping down your chin— your hips moving faster. You’re grinding, rolling, bouncing, using his dick like your own sex toy. Every time you slam down he thrusts up to meet you, the force makes you moan around his fingers.

“Mmh… look at you… riding me… mama…”

His soft, breathy voice is right there under you. his long fingers push deeper in your mouth while his other hand slides under your ass, spreading you open as he watches his dick disappear inside you with every bounce. You’re dripping all over him.Wet sounds filled the room—skin slapping, your pussy squelching every time you take him to the hilt.

You lean forward, hands on his chest, and really start working him. Up and down in long, hard strokes, then deep circles that make his dick grind against every sensitive spot inside you. His fingers stay in your mouth the whole time, letting you drool and gag on them while you fuck yourself stupid on his dick.

The first orgasm hits you hard and sudden. Your thighs lock, pussy clamping down around him as you keep bouncing through it, moaning loud around his fingers. Juice gushes out of you, soaking his stomach, but you don’t stop. You fuck yourself right through it.

“That’s it… cum on it… don’t stop riding… oh my… keep going…”

He keeps one hand under you, two long fingers pressing against your ass while you ride, not pushing in yet—just holding pressure so every time you drop you feel the stretch of his dick and the teasing press of his fingers at the same time. The dual sensation makes you ride harder. Faster. Messier.

You’re still trembling from the first one when the second builds fast. Your clit drags against his skin with every filthy grind. His soft voice keeps coming, low and dirty

“Ride it… use it baby… I wanna feel you cum again all over me while you suck my fingers… uh… look how deep you’re taking it… nasty baby…”

You bounce harder, hips rolling in circles, forcing his dick to hit that spot that makes your whole body shake. His fingers in your mouth push deeper every time you drop. The second orgasm rips through you even stronger—your pussy pulsing hard around him, more wetness flooding out as you cry out around his fingers. You’re shaking, drooling, stuffed full, and still you keep slamming down, riding him through every wave until your thighs burn.

Michael’s thumb is still in your mouth. The other gripping your ass, spreading you, guiding every filthy bounce while you ride him into the mattress.

You’re barely recovered when the third one starts building. He can feel it—your cunt getting tighter, wetter, desperate. His soft little laugh slips out as he watches you fall apart on his dick for the third time.

“Again… that’s it… cum for me again… don’t you dare stop bouncing… hm… make a mess on me…”

You do. Harder. Wetter. Filthier. Every drop of your weight used to take him deeper while his hands keep you exactly where he wants you. Your third orgasm crashes over you while you’re still riding, body jerking, pussy milking his dick in hard pulses, spit running down your chin as you moan around his fingers. You don’t stop. You keep bouncing through it, soaking him, shaking, using his dick until your legs give out and you’re just grinding down on him.

“Good girl… keep riding… give me one more… look at you pretty girl cumming all over me…”

an: is this out of character eh maybe this was honestly supposed to be for Jermaine or Jackie but so well oh well mhm

[syrndollie]

seeing that video of jermajesty saying “you gone take that nigga” had my gears turning and thinking (that’s all I do atp).

but like imagine jermajesty having you face down, ass up in the bed just delivering the meanest strokes that’s constantly jabbing at your g-spot. you accidentally purposely pissed him off earlier by teasing him while he was on the phone for an important call for work—you kept bending over in front of him with some short juicy couture shorts that practically shows everything once you bend over, you took it up a notch by getting a popsicle from the freezer, making unnecessary suction noises and holding eye contact with him everytime he turned around. but what really topped the cake was when he sat down on the couch, you decided it was a good idea to purposely dropped the roku remote under the coffee table, getting down on your hands and knees, creating a deep arch in your back and subtly swaying your hips.

as soon as he got the okay to hang up, his finger nearly bent at how fast he pressed at the red end call button—he wasted no time snatching you up off the floor walking speed walking up the steps towards y’all’s bedroom, and what lowkey scared you the most was the blank expression on his face. once he made it to the room, he quickly shut the door with his foot walking over to the bed, placing you on your feet as he mumbled out “strip for me.”

and that’s how you ended up with your face smushed in the pillow, gasping into the pillow as jermajesty never let up from his harsh strokes and his thumb that was rubbing circles on your swollen clit—the stimulation becoming too much to bare, you weakly lifted on arm to push at his abdomen. “pa-hic!- it’s too much” you wailed out and you slowly moved forward to try to relieve yourself but that was quickly short lived as he snatched your arm back, pinning it down on your back. “you wanna tease me? you gone take this shit mama” jermajesty gritted out as a loud groan rumbled from his chest from the feeling of you relentlessly clenching around him. “ ‘m so sorry” your words were muffled from your head being pushed deeper into the pillow.

“you not sorry, ma, but imma make sure you are once I’m done.”

ANYWHO, vampirebf!jaafar headcanons out later today or friday🌚

[mykolz]

I’m soooooooo hungry I could eat Afro Mike tf up rn 😩🙏🏾🍽️

[kkgalerii]

: ̗̀➛ imagine accidentally falling asleep with your best friend michael, only to wake up to the sweet sounds of his whimpers in the night due to a wet dream...of you. but this time, you decide to help him. 18+ (part ii) !! headphones suggested !!

— ᨳଓ . the heavy quiet of the bedroom was filled only by the soft, sound of the fan, crickets outside and the quiet rustle of cotton sheets. you shifted in the bed, turning toward his side as a faint, pained sound broke through your sleep.

michael was tossing beside you, his long torso tense under the blanket. quiet, shuddering whimpers spilled past his parted lips, his brow furrowed in the dim light as if he were caught halfway between a dream and reality.

softly, you reached out and placed your palm flush against his warm chest, right over the frantic thump of his heart. "michael, wake up."

his eyes snapped open—wide, dark, and filled with instant panic. he blinked rapidly, realizing where he was and how close you were, his chest heaving under your touch. flush crept up his neck, burning hot all the way to the tips of his ears.

"i'm—i'm so sorry," michael stuttered out immediately, his voice raspy from sleep. he tried to pull back, looking thoroughly mortified, his hands hovering nervously over the sheets. "gosh, i didn't mean to—i'm so embarrassed, i hope i didn't wake you, i was just—"

before he could spiral any further, you leaned forward, cupping his warm cheek and cutting off his rambling apology with a deep, lingering kiss.

michael’s breath hitched sharply against your lips. for a split second, he froze in sheer shock, but the moment your warmth settled over him, the tension in his tall frame completely melted.

his long fingers reached up, sliding through your hair to gently cradle the back of your head, pulling you flush against him. a needy, quiet whimper tore from his throat right into your mouth, matched by a soft sigh from your own lips as the kiss deepened.

when you finally pulled back just a fraction of an inch, your lips brushed against his as you breathed out, "let me help you, baby."

michael couldn't form words. his mind was completely fried, wide doe eyes searching yours with a mix of shock and intense relief. all that slipped past his mouth was a soft, high whine, his body twitching helplessly under the duvet.

slipping your hand beneath the covers, your fingers hooked into the soft elastic band of his pajama pants, gently pulling them down just enough to release him into the cool air of the room. your eyes caught the dark, slick bead of precum leaking from the tip, glistening in the faint light.

"you were thinking about me, weren’t you, michael?" you teased softly, your fingers wrapping around his thick length and beginning a slow, easy stroke from base to tip.

"i—i don’t know… i just.. well, yes—" he rambled desperately, his head rolling back against the pillow as his hips gave an involuntary jerk into your touch.

you chuckled softly, leaning down to press a warm kiss to his flushed cheek, then trailing your lips down the sharp line of his jaw to press soft pecks along his throat.

"you could’ve just asked me," you sighed gently against his skin, coming back up to capture his lips once more.

"i was nervous... too scared—to tell you how bad i needed you," he whined, his fingers tightening in your hair as your hand set a steady, intoxicating pace over his wet length.

"well, you don't ever have to be scared with me," you whispered back against his ear, your wrist speeding up just a fraction, guiding him through the steady friction. "just tell me what feels good."

"that—right there, mama... gosh, keep your thumb right there," michael gasped out loud, his chest heaving as his hips began to rise off the mattress to meet every deliberate slide of your palm. "it feels so good... you're strokin' it so perfect..."

your hand kept that fast, relentless rhythm, your other hand resting on his hip to hold him grounded as he completely undid beneath you. "that's it, baby... let go for me," you coaxed softly into his ear.

"i can't—oh god, mama, i'm gonna—"

with a sharp, breathless cry, michael arched his back off the bed, his entire body trembling violently as he came, thick waves spilling over his tummy and your fingers. he let out a long, shuddering sigh, his hands slipping from your hair to rest weak and spent on the mattress.

you smiled softly down at his flushed, glowing face. taking the edge of the sheet, you gently wiped his stomach clean before pulling the heavy duvet all the way back up over both of your shoulders.

michael immediately wrapped his long arms tightly around your waist, tugging you close until your head was resting right over his beating heart.

he pressed a lingering, sleepy kiss to the top of your head, letting out a deep, contented breath as you both melted back into the quiet warmth of the night.

[youluvyanni]

alone with you

summary: sometimes all it takes is one conversation to fix things

notes: lowk made this at 4-6 am… inspired by the song alone with you by tevin campbell

you sat on your large couch in your college campus apartment, you were doing some homework you didn't even need to finish until next week

your friends had been texting non-stop for the last hour, begging you to come out to a house party down the block. you gave them every excuse and finally said no, you honestly wanted to go but didn’t because you didn’t wanna see him … Jermajesty

you and Jermajesty had been close friends for years and then the two of you started dating and it felt like heaven, the two of you would do everything together and were practically glued to the hip until he became very distant all of sudden and then the sudden non sensical arguments came along

so you took matters into your own hands and broke up with him, since you refused to let him go around telling people that he dumped you

that took place three months ago, you unfollowed and blocked him on everything and took different routes to class just so you couldn’t see his face again

but deep down you couldn’t stop thinking about him and you missed him, it was just you and him 24/7 and now it’s just you…all alone by yourself..

all of a sudden your front door busted open making you jump “GET UP GIRL WE GOING OUTSIDE” your friend nana said happily

she skipped and hopped on the couch next to you “get ready” she said and slowly closed your laptop closed “get ready for what? i’m not going anywhere”

“yes you are” she said with 100% confidence “and where am i going?” she sat up and did a little dance, shaking her chest “to a house partyyyy”

you rolled your eyes “absolutely not” you said shaking your head with a small laugh “pleaseeee you know i don’t like going to functions by myself” she said pouting, puffing her bottom lip out

you narrowed your eyes at her “fine” she clapped her hands together and squealed, bouncing up and down “finally! okay let’s get you ready!”

you sighed as Nana pulled up from your seat on the couch, you wore your usual party outfit, did your makeup and styled your boho braids and headed out the house

the party was already packed by the time you arrived, music jumping as you walked into the door, Nana danced to the music and immediately lost herself in the crowd

you watched her gravitate towards a group of friends as you walked to the couch and sat down, on the way there you realized she didn’t actually need you to go with her, she just wanted to get you out of the house

you sat down on a empty couch in the corner and scrolled mindlessly through tiktok, after a good 6 minutes of doing so you felt the cushion next to you sink and you obviously paid no mind to it

I guess I couldn't wait to get to school, oh baby

To see your pretty face, I've got to stay cool

“i like your timbs” a familiar voice said, making your heart immediately drop to your ass

you slowly turnedyour head to your side, Jermajesty looked at you with that smile you missed so much “look we’re matching” he said sliding his timb next to your

the two of you stared at each other for a moment too long due to you completely freezing “hi y/n..” he said softly

“hi Jermajesty” you muttered completely lost in his eyes, he gave you a soft smile

“can we go somewhere and talk….i just wanna be alone with you…just for a second” he asked “uhm sure”

l just want to be alone with you

And there's nothing else l'd rather do

Jermajesty stood up and reached his hand out to you. for a second, you stared at his open palm, remembering all the times you'd held it. you reached up, sliding your fingers into his and stood up, the two of you walked out the house and began walking around outside

“so how’s it been” he said walking next to you with his hands behinds his back “it’s been good” you replied looking at the ground

“i haven’t seen you around campus in a while” he said “ive been doing a lot of my classes online lately” you said “thats too bad, i kept hoping id accidentally run into you…i really missed seeing your pretty face around campus” he said and let out a slight chuckle

the two of you made a bit of casual small talk, doing everything you could to keep the conversation on the surface. but the elephant in the street was way too big to ignore

suddenly, Jermajesty reached out and gently took hold of your wrist, stopping you in your tracks, you turned to face him, the cool breeze blowing a few stray braids across your face

“y/n…what happened to us?” he asked “what are you talking about Jermajesty? you know what happened” you replied and he shook his head “no y/n i mean what happened to us” he said, you looked at him and observed his face “we were fine and then we weren’t” he said calmly taking a step closer to you

“do you not remember?” you asked, your voice dropping slightly “do you not remember the days you’d go without saying a single word to me? the way you became so distant out of nowhere? or all those pointless, petty arguments we kept having?”

Jermajesty stayed quiet, slowly nodding his head “i do” he admitted quietly “i remember”

“that’s what happened” you said, holding his gaze “we started drifting apart, Jermajesty…you pulled away, and i was left sitting there feeling like a ghost in my own relationship and i couldn't just stay and watch us fall apart like that”

Jermajesty took a slow step forward “i panicked y/n” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly as he reached out, his fingertips barely brushing the back of your hand “everything was getting so real, so fast... and i got scared so i pulled away like an idiot, and i pushed you until you left. i hated myself the second you walked out that door”

you looked at his hand wrapped around yours, then back up at his face, gently, you reached up with your free hand and cupped his cheek, the soft stubble of his jaw familiar against your palm

“why didn’t you just tell me, Jermajesty?” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion as you searched his eyes. “if you were scared, you should've just talked to me. we could’ve gotten through it together... you didn't have to push me away”

Jermajesty leaned into the touch of your hand, closing his eyes for a brief second like a man who’d been starving for it

“i know... i know, and i’m so stupid for that” he said, his voice dropping into a desperate, barely audible murmur. he wrapped his hand over yours where it rested on his cheek, holding it tight against his face

the way you receive me Don't take this as an aggression

Girl, I've learned my lesson

“please y/n... just give me another chance” he pleaded, stepping even closer until there was no space left between you. i’m so sorry. i swear i’ll communicate better, i’ll be open with you about everything, even when i’m scared. just... don't give up on us yet. please”

you took a soft breath, looking at him “Jermajesty...” “i miss my best friend” he smiled sadly “i miss my girl and if you’ll let me…i wanna spend the rest of college making up for every day I made you feel alone”

you stared at him gently tracing his cheekbone with your thumb “if we do this... no more hiding, no more quiet treatment when things get heavy, you talk to me, kay?”

“no more hiding” he promised instantly, his voice firm and unwavering “i swear”

before you could say another word, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you tight against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne

slowly, Jermajesty pulled back, just enough to look down at you, though his hands never left your waist

his eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail as. a soft, breathless smile tugged at the corners of his lips, all the tension finally melting away from his shoulders

“i missed you so much” he whispered, his voice thick with devotion

“i missed you too” you murmured back, resting your hands flat against his chest

Jermajesty leaned down, his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second before lifting back to meet yours, silently asking for permission. When you didn't pull away, he closed the tiny distance left between you

I just want the chance I had again

Just us two 'til the end

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[blkkbratt]

I know it’s superrrrr early but I was wondering if you were going to do kinktober? And if you are who would you write for or would you let the request decide?

I think I ammmm!!! And I would write for the usuals, Jackson five, Jaafar, Jermajesty, Randy, Tyriq. BUT I may be open to others, depends on who y’all wanna see🌚