As much as Randy loves control, he also loves it when you’re on top, the second you start bouncing on his dick he doesn’t even know what to do with himself, he’s so excited, his hands go to the plump of tour ass guiding your movements, it’s just so filthy he loves it
Oh Randy is not one to stop when you squirt are you kidding? he loves that shit, he keeps going, making you squirt until you’re basic crying, he loves how you coat his toned abs and make a complete mess on the bed
Once Randy discovers you have a breeding kink…oh it’s over. He fucks so hard into you as he cums, making sure every single drop is so deep inside you you feel it for days
Jaafar
Jaafar loves getting a little more on the rough side, bending you over, talking you through it, making you fuck yourself on his dick (this is a loooong one guys, enjoy)
Jaafar would have you down on your knees sucking his dick for hours, the sight of your chest and tits being all full of his cum, as well as your mouth being stuffed with his dick is everything to him
He loves it when you give him a handjob <3 it’s just so intimate to him. He finds is so cute how you focus so hard on getting him off
Jermajesty
Imagine teasing maj like this🥴 fuck he would get so whiny, he just wants his dick deep inside you but you just keep rubbing against him, just getting off with the feeling
Maj fucking you in the bathroom during a house party, he loves the thrill of it, someone might walk in at any given time, so he pushes his finger in your mouth to help you stay quiet as you take his dick like his good girl <3
Jermajesty loves making you scream, he’s a little shit, starting slow, teasing you a little…and then he just snaps his hips into you, catching you completely off guard
pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader (jackie’s wife)
era: late 70s/otw
wc: 1.8k
summary: after a long day of cooking and hosting the family gathering, your feet are killing you. jackie is too busy drinking with his friends to help, so his sweet, shy younger brother michael offers to rub your sore feet.
warnings /tags: ⚠️
infidelity(?), brother-in-law trope, age-gap (reader is slightly older), loads of sexual tension, heavy pining, reader is jackie’s neglected wife :(, mj is whipped, hes soooo sweet and shy
Hayvenhurst was full of warmth and noise. Laughter spilled from the living room where Jackie and his friends were drinking, talking loud, and enjoying the night. You had spent the entire day in the kitchen — cooking, cleaning, making sure everyone had full plates and smiles on their faces. Your feet ached terribly from the heels you’d worn since early afternoon. Every step sent a sharp throb through your arches, and by evening you were walking with an obvious wobble.
Your ankles ached so badly it felt like the bones themselves were sore, and every step down the hallway came with a little wobble you were trying very hard to hide.
You paused near the archway to the den, gripping the wall for a second.
Jackie sat sprawled on the couch with two of his friends, drink in hand, laughing loud enough to shake the room.
"Baby," you called softly.
He glanced over distractedly. "Yeah?"
"My feet are killing me."
"Mhm."
You stared at him.
He took another sip.
One of his friends started telling another story and Jackie immediately turned back toward him, already halfway into another laugh.
You stood there for a second longer than you should have.
Then quietly:
"Never mind." The words came out small.
You forced a small smile, blinking back the familiar ache in your chest. You were his wife. You took care of the home, the food, the family… but nights like this made you feel invisible.
You turned away before he could notice the disappointment on your face, carefully stepping back into the hallway.
The house suddenly felt too warm.
Too loud.
Slipping into one of the back rooms off the corridor — one of the guest rooms everyone used for throwing coats and purses during parties — you shut the door halfway behind you.
Finally, silence.
You sat at the edge of the bed with a tired sigh and peeled one heel off.
“Oh, thank God…”
"Y/N…?"
The voice startled you.
Michael stood near the hallway, watching you with those big, gentle eyes. He looked so handsome in his patterned shirt, curls framing his face. At twenty-two, he still had that sweet, almost boyish shyness about him. You were twenty-six — four years older — but right now you felt small and tired.
"My feet are trying to kill me," you admitted dramatically.
His brows lifted sympathetically. "You been on 'em all day."
"Mhm. Cooking, cleaning, hosting…" You rubbed your ankle carefully. "Trying to look cute while suffering."
That made him laugh softly. God, that laugh.
Michael glanced toward the hallway before stepping inside and closing the door just a little more.
"You want ice or somethin'?"
"I want new feet."
He smiled again, shy and crooked.
"…I could massage 'em for you."
You blinked.
"What?"
His ears immediately started turning pink.
"I mean— only if you want. Momma used to make us rub her feet after church all the time," he rushed out nervously. "I'm good at it."
Your heart melted at how sincere he sounded. "Michael, you don't have to—"
"I want to," he said quickly, then looked down, embarrassed. "Please? You've been taking care of all of us all day. You deserve to rest."
"You wanna massage your brother's wife's feet?"
Now he looked flustered.
"I-I just don't like seeing you hurtin' ."
You softened immediately.
"Well…" You leaned back slightly against the bedframe. "That's the sweetest offer I've gotten all night."
Michael hesitated before sitting carefully at the edge of the bed near your legs.
Even then, he looked like he was waiting for permission. You extended your foot toward him slowly.
"There," you teased softly. "Be a gentleman."
His fingers wrapped around your ankle carefully.
And Lord.
The first press of his thumbs into the arch of your foot nearly made you melt straight into the mattress.
"Ohhh," you breathed. "Michael."
He looked up instantly, worried. "Too hard?"
"No, not hard enough." You chuckled.
He blushed deeply, focusing intently on your foot as if it were the most important thing in the world. "You've been on your feet all day," he murmured softly. "Cooking such delicious meals, attending to everybody… You do so much, Y/N. Jackie's lucky to have you. We are lucky to have you."
His words hit something tender inside you. You leaned back, watching him through glassy eyes. Michael was always like this with you — sweet, attentive, never too busy. His hands moved with such care, massaging each toe, then your ankle, then slowly up to your calf. Every movement was respectful, but full of quiet affection.
He handled you like something precious.
"You're really good at this," you murmured.
His shy smile returned.
"Told you."
"You treat all your little girlfriends like this?"
The second the words left your mouth, Michael nearly choked on air.
"What?!"
You laughed.
"Oh, don't act innocent."
"I am innocent!"
"That pretty face says otherwise."
His entire face flushed deeper, a rich, warm brown that made his cheeks and ears glow. He ducked his head, focusing hard on your foot like it was the only thing keeping him from disappearing.
"I— I don't have any girlfriends," he mumbled, voice quiet and shy. His thumbs kept working in those slow, perfect circles, melting the ache from your arch. "You know that."
You smiled softly, watching him. "Mhm. Sure don't look like it when you're blushing like that, Mikey."
He let out a nervous little laugh and gently switched to your other foot, cradling it with both hands as if it might break. The tenderness in his touch made your chest tighten. Jackie hadn’t even looked at you properly when you asked him, but here was his little brother — on the edge of the bed, completely focused on making you feel better.
"You're too sweet," you murmured, watching him with soft eyes.
His gaze flickered up to meet yours for just a second before dropping back down to your foot, suddenly shy again. "I just wanna help," he said quietly.
"And you always do." Your voice softened without meaning to. "You always notice things."
That made him go quiet. His fingers slowed against your ankle as a thoughtful look settled over his face. "You notice everybody too," he murmured after a moment.
"Not everybody deserves it," you replied, the words slipping out heavier than you intended.
Michael’s brows lifted faintly, but he didn’t push. Instead, he studied you for a long second before speaking again, his voice gentle. "You sound tired."
"I am tired."
"No, I mean…" He hesitated, thumbs still moving in slow, soothing circles. "Not just tonight."
The gentleness in his tone nearly undid you. You looked at him — this beautiful, shy boy sitting at your feet like it was the most natural thing in the world. Jackie’s younger brother, only twenty-two, and somehow already kinder than most grown men you knew. Without thinking, you reached over and brushed a stray curl away from his forehead.
Michael froze completely. His hands stopped moving, breath catching in his throat at the light touch. There it was again — that quiet tension, that dangerous little spark that had been living underneath every glance the two of you had shared lately.
"You get nervous so easy," you whispered with a small smile.
He swallowed hard. "You make me nervous."
Your heart skipped. "Oh?"
Michael let out a soft, embarrassed laugh, the sound barely above a breath. "You know you do." He ducked his head with the shyest grin imaginable when you gently pressed him. "You're pretty," he finally admitted, simple and honest.
The sincerity of it made warmth bloom instantly in your chest. Not flashy or rehearsed — just pure. You laughed softly and leaned back against the pillows. "That's your big answer?"
"It's true," he said, cheeks still flushed.
"And that makes you nervous?"
"A little." He finally looked up at you, those warm brown eyes helpless and far too sincere. "A lot."
Lord, he was adorable. You bit back your smile before it grew too obvious. "You're adorable," you murmured.
Michael groaned quietly, hiding his face for a second behind one hand. "Don't call me adorable."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm grown," he protested, though the deep blush spreading across his face completely betrayed him.
"You're blushing like crazy right now."
"I can't help that!" he laughed, embarrassed but clearly pleased.
You laughed too, the sound quieter this time, full of affection. His hands eventually returned to your calf, his careful thumbs easing the deep soreness from the muscle there. The relief drew a soft sigh from your lips, your eyes fluttering for a moment.
"Mmm," you breathed. "I might steal you from your girlfriends, y'know."
Michael nearly dropped your foot. "Y/N—"
"I'm kidding," you said with a soft laugh, though the way he looked at you made you wonder how much you actually meant it.
Still, he looked flustered — and maybe just a little pleased.
"You shouldn't say stuff like that," he mumbled, ears turning pink again.
"Why?" you teased gently. "Scared I'll corrupt you?"
He smiled shyly to himself, clearly at a loss. "I just… I dunno what to say back."
"You don't gotta say anything."
The room grew quieter after that, filled only with the muffled sounds of the party downstairs, the soft drag of his thumbs against your skin, and the steady rhythm of your breathing. Then Michael spoke again, almost too quietly to hear.
"You deserve somebody takin' care of you."
The words settled heavy and warm between you. You glanced toward the door for half a second, listening to the distant sound of Jackie's loud laughter, then looked back at Michael — at the softness in his face, the care in his hands, the way he sat so close without ever crossing a line.
"Yeah," you whispered sadly. "Maybe I do."
For a moment, neither of you moved. The air felt too warm, too aware. Your hand still rested lightly near his shoulder while his fingers curved gently around your ankle. Then, from the hallway, Marlon's voice rang out.
"MIKE!"
Michael blinked hard, like he’d been pulled from a dream. He called back, voice cracking just slightly, before looking at you with an apologetic expression.
“I should probably…”
"Probably," you agreed softly.
But neither of you moved right away. His hands lingered against your leg for one extra heartbeat, and your fingers brushed lightly against his wrist. The look he gave you in that moment — shy, affectionate, and full of quiet wanting — nearly made your stomach flip.
"You feel better?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
You smiled at him, eyes holding his deliberately. "Much. Lucky girl your future girlfriend's gonna be."
Michael laughed nervously and stood up too quickly, nearly stumbling as he headed for the door.
synopsis: while waiting for your boyfriend to finish a recording session, you unfortunately encounter joe, who implants the idea in your head that you are slowly ruining michael’s career. this causes you to slowly spiral and distance yourself from michael, which he quickly notices.
pairings: thriller era michael jackson x !fem reader
contents: anxious reader, previously established relationship, mentions of joe jackson, anxious habits, angsty, pt 2 coming soon
a/n: i previously published this on my other blog but i took it down because my other blog was more anime focused but i also just wanted to start over yk!! I rewrote some stuff and improved the fic basically but pt 2 will be out soon. I enjoy writing so much. I previously wrote and it kinda felt like a chore but my obsession with michael makes it so easyyy!! comment if you are interested in being included in my taglist!
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Blood rushed to your face and through your ears as Joe’s harsh words came like a slap.
“You’re in the way. Michael’s success rides on one thing; time,.”
Ouch.
A pause fell over the two of you as his eyes cold scanned over your broken expression. His lip curved into a slight smile before he spat out, “That’s something you selfishly steal from him.”
Joe turned on his heels before the lock of the Jackson’s shared family mansion clicked. “If you know what’s best for him... you would let him go.”
Joe smiled to himself and walked up the stairs, briefly leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts.
Joe and you never freely spoke. Truth be told, you were scared of his intimidating presence ever since your first tense interaction. Michael introduced you to his family after months of sneaking you around the Hayvenhurst estate and calling you a ‘new friend’. Despite the quiet but giggly whispers you two shared, his family immediately knew by the way his eyes sparkled when they meet yours. He couldn’t keep your name out of his mouth for more than ten minutes and more importantly he couldn't keep you off his mind.
To majority of his family it was love. They were over the moon to see a new bubbly side of Michael due to your presence. Unfortunately to Joe it was greed.
He swore he saw glimmers of greed and lust in your eyes and he claimed that he would be damned if a “money hungry slut” ruined his son’s career. Of course you never heard this because Michael was sure to protect your ears from the sickening comments of his father.
What he couldn’t protect you from was the hostile energy his father exuded when he first met you. Joe’s piercing eyes judged you relentlessly which caused you to uncomfortably shift in place. The rest of his family was the kindest it was just Joe that caused your skin to crawl at his presence. To solve this you avoided him to the best of your ability until one day you just couldn’t.
Michael told you to come over to Hayvenhurst after he finished recording but due to his session running overtime you arrived early and had to wait awhile. You intended to go greet his mother and hang out in his room until he came home but you had the misfortune of interacting with Joe.
His words swirled in your mind before you felt a large warm hand rest on your lower back.
“Hey baby, what were you two talking about?” Michael whispered as he placed an innocent kiss on the top of your head. Michael waited for your response as his eyes followed his father’s figure until he disappeared around a corner upstairs. You remained still as your teeth pulled your bottom lip in.
You suddenly became hyper aware of Michaels presence which caused you to clear you throat before voicing with a forced smile,
“He was just saying hi.” Michaels hands found yours as he turned you towards him. His soft eyes scanned over your face. Michael was such a caring soul and worrying him was the last thing you’d ever want. To avoid conflict and wasting time dealing with such a small issue, you quickly reassured him.
“Just a hi.” Only it wasn’t a small issue at all. The words swirled in your mind that night as you tried to finally rest.
“Let him go”
“You’re in the way”
“Selfish”
You unintentionally internalized every single word. You’d already previous suffered with anxiety. The weight of possibly ruining your lovers music dreams crushed you. Joe’s suggestion to leave Michael completely broke you but despite the cruelness of the words you would never do that. Right?
You loved your boyfriend too much to even be away from him for as little as a week, but on the other hand you also loved to see him passionately pursuing his dreams. It all felt like a moral dilemma. If you left him then he would be heartbroken but he could actively and successfully thrive more in his career. On the other hand if you stayed with him then you would weigh him down with the responsibilities of a relationship which could hold him back.
Your mind wandered before you knew it and you found yourself impulsively self soothing. Your hand would constantly rub over your forearm on late nights like this and your foot would graze over your calf repetitively until you could feel the friction causing a burn to form.
These methods were to prevent your mind from running circles around you and to prevent yourself from selfishly venting to Michael.
You didn’t want to give him reason to worry but your behavior made it inevitable. Michael started to worry about you when he realized that you didn’t want to come over anymore. It started with small excuses.
“I would love to go but I have a dance class later.” Michael’s lip formed into a thin flat line.
“I thought your instructor was on a pregnancy leave.” You could feel Michaels eyes suspiously burning into you.
You inhaled deeply as your eyes stared past him.
“She recommended her regulars a similar instructor” Michael pouted at this.
“Mamas please, It’ll be quick. Swear. Joe just wants us to run through our routine a few times and we’re done. Thirty minutes max.” Your face twisted at the mention of Joe and you felt the pit of anxiety swell in your stomach. You knew your logic didn’t match reality. Joe was a shit talker who did everything on the premises of money.
In Joe's eyes Michael’s relationship with you was considered distracting, which allegedly blocked Michaels focus on the group and the profit he was making off his solo album. He believed that instead of lounging around with you, he could've been practicing or promoting his solo album. It was all about the money.
You knew his concenrn weren't true but you couldn’t help your overthinking. Realistically Joe couldn’t do anything to you.
He couldn’t make Michael break up with you because that wasn’t in his power and he definitely couldn’t change Michaels feelings towards you. He was all talk. Your alleged ‘negative’ influence on Michaels career was non existing but you didn’t know that.
The cunning tone in which Joe spoke was so assuring to the point where you would’ve thought that Michael vented to joe about his true feeling towards you.
Michael noticed your contorted expression and reluctantly dropped it while simultaneously making a mental note at your unusual behavior. You would’ve usually been jumping at the idea of visiting Hayvenhurst, in fact, you’d usually go over when Michael was busy. You loved to talk to his mom and hang out in his room.
“If you don’t want to go it’s fine. I’ll be back later mk?” His head ducked down as he placed a light kiss on your cheek.
These small excuses led up to bolder rejections of quality time. He confirmed that something was truly wrong when you denied hanging out with his family at the studio.
Michael had stopped by your place to see you before a studio session. He begged you to come with him because some of his family would be there, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized you hadn’t visited or spent time with his family in a while. He missed you.
A few of his brothers decided to accompany Michael to the studio while he recorded for a good time. Michael didn’t tell you it was only his brothers, he only said “some of my families going to be there.”
“I think I’ll pass this time baby,” Michael audibly reacted with an exasperated sigh.
“You passed last time and the time before that, my family wants to see you. I’m sure they miss you. I miss you."
A nervous laugh fell from your lips. You knew he wasn’t lying. His family loved you dearly and you enjoyed time with them but Joseph’s cruel words clouded your judgment.
“Next time, promise! I have to go run some errands and I want to be home early tonight.” The excuses were becoming less elaborate and more obvious.
It had been weeks since you rejected Michael’s request to visit his family along side him. If you were being completely honest with yourself you had began to believe Joe. Michael was becoming something huge and in hindsight a relationship was a lot of work.
Hypothetically, Michael would come home late from the studio and still have to adhere to the responsibilities of a relationship.
The guilt of distracting your boyfriend from his career got so bad that you felt horrible for staying up late in hopes of being able to hear his laugh over the phone or even debrief about your day because you feared exhausting him even further.
He held so much on his plate that adding any responsibility felt evil. The excuses turned into small changes in the way you loved. When you noticed Michael becoming short with his staff from stressful days you followed suit and fell back, if you noticed him zoned out and humming to a beat you left him completely uninterrupted in fear of ruining his creative process and you stopped being so clingy in a sense.
This was a huge upset on Michael’s end.
As far as he was concerned, being clingy was the best quality a partner could have. It allowed him to be constantly reassured even if it wasn’t verbal. He enjoyed the way your head would rest in his lap as he rhythmically massages new instrumentals of his songs into your scalp or the way you would massage his shoulders when you felt him getting overwhelmed with scheduling compliments. It’s what he loved about you.
Unfortunately you on the other hand found it impossible to allow yourself to breathe freely around your boyfriend due to the constant pressure of ruining his career. Your boyfriend noticed this huge change in addition to the rejections of visiting his family.
He found it strange that you’d suddenly became so distant in a relationship that you both valued with your lives. It was eating at him. He overthought almost every predicament that came to mind.
Were you mad at him?
Had he done something to upset you?
Were you overwhelmed with his busy schedule?
Did something happen that you aren’t comfortable sharing?
He couldn’t put his finger on it. One night he decided to ask you in hopes mentioning the growing distance in your relationship he didn't want it to come across as forceful just a slight mention.
He’d just finished pre-recording a promotional commercial for his upcoming album and he was drained. The drive to your place felt like a never ending road trip but as soon as arrived he smiled and made his way to your suite despite his eyelids becoming heavier with each step.
“Hello?” His voice echoed off the empty halls of your apartment. He made his way inside, without complications of course due to his spare key.
Your apartment was quiet and cozy, per usual but today it felt different. You usually had a slowed down vinyl spinning in the background to fill the apartment with some kind of noise or at least a tv playing with the latest news but today, nothing.
The sound of a metal spoon repeatedly tapping glass lured Michael into the kitchen where he found you blankly staring into your mug.
“Baby?”
Your head quickly snapped towards the sound before you placed a fake smile onto your face.
“Hey Mich,”
You said as you walked over and placed a light kiss on his jaw. His hands found your waist where they rested. Meanwhile his tired gaze scanned the dark kitchen suspiciously.
“Why’s it so gloomy and quiet in here? I thought you were off to bed already.”
You nervously laughed and shrugged before slipping out of his embrace. You turn around and grab your cup of tea.
Your hands kept a steady grip on the cup as your boyfriend watched you cautiously sip the tea.
“I was off to bed actually.. long day ahead tomorrow.”
Michael’s lip formed into a deep pout.
“You’ve been so busy recently. I feel like you’ve had a lot of long days. We need to go on a date and spend time together before my album releases so you won’t miss me too much when I’m swamped in tours.”
He leaned back onto the kitchen counter as he joked about the last part but a serious expression formed on your face.
Your lips pursed into a thin line before rudely muttering, “You’re already swamped in enough work as is.”
As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted it. Not because it wasn’t true but because you could see the hurt settling into his face. Despite your boyfriend’s common calmness and patience that went into communicating with you, he instantly got defensive.
“Woah.. I haven’t been swamped in work to the point where I’m neglecting us.” He stated before quickly asking a rhetorical.
“Have I?”
His eyes burned into you for an answer but your gaze fell to the kitchen counters. You placed your mug down and your finger nails subconsciously rested in between your teeth. Michael noticed the skin around your nails and how it was chewed raw. Your once healthy nails were now reduced to a jagged worn down mess.
Were you anxious?
This was becoming alarming to Michael. You’d never been hesitant to speak your mind or express yourself in the slightest. Michael ran his hand through his hair as confusion set in.
“Baby what’s going on? I mean with everything. You’ve been distant.“ He said throwing his hands up.
“You don’t want to come over anymore, I can’t get you to talk to me about the simplest things and now you’re practically saying I’m ignoring yo- Us. Not to mention I can practically sense your anxiety radiating off of you."
You shook your head.
“Nothings wrong.. well...I just" You glanced at him while purposely avoiding eye contact.
Michael’s brows lifted at this but he stayed quiet, allowing you to finish.
“I just feel like.. you’re doing so well in your career.”
Michael cut you off before you could even finish. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Your heart sped up as your thoughts raced through your mind. Before you could even think you blurted out.
“I think we should break up.”
synopsis: you are good friends with geneveive, which automatically made you good friends of the family. you get invited to a family vacation to the bahamas for the summer. you are informed that the gang was going to be together: jaafar, randy jr, and jermajesty. oh! i almost forgot to mention, you have a huge crush on jermajesty.
pairing: jermajesty jackson x black!fem!reader
cw: MDNI, idk da word count, part 2?, oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk, reader is described to have hair styled in braids and brown skin, praise kink, missionary, clit play, sneaking around, cussing, jermajesty’s goatee, describing sex sounds, perv!jermajesty , softdom!jerm, slight sub!jerm , slight nerdy!jerm , you are the baddest bih in the bahamasss! goatee!jerm , jermajesty hitting it good , btw got horny while making dis ermm… enjoyyy!
the friendship of you and geneveive has been going strong since you were teenagers, living in LA and being reckless. she was always quick to involve you into the activities the jacksons would cook up so when she called three weeks ago, screaming into the phone about inviting you to another family vacation, you were not surprised.
you remember, sitting on your bed with your bonnet on and listening to some music, painting your toe nails messily when she called and said: “girl, the whole crew is going! we rented this private villa in the bahamas, white sand, infinity pool, ocean views for days. jaafar, jermajesty, even marlon jr is coming. and you know they said you’re family. pack your shit, it’ll be like old times!”
your heart swelled at the mention of old times and your mind drifted to the thoughts of the days you tagged along with the jackson on their unique trips. most importantly your mind drifted to the thought of jermajesty and how it’ll be the first time seeing him in a while, half of it is your fault other half is his for not reaching out but at the same time your could’ve called.
but it has been a while since you seen him and since you seen the family, actually. you were so embedded in you studies . the family missed you and most importantly jermajesty missed you, unbeknownst to you. the last memory of you spending time with the jacksons was the first big family barbecue when you were nineteen and he was twenty, tall and quiet with that nerdy build and the softest brown eyes. every family event since holidays, premieres, random sunday dinners, you’d catch yourself staring at him.
but only god knew his gaze would always find you in a crowd or even in a room where it’s just him and his siblings, if you were there, you’d be the first thing he sees. you had a crush on jermajesty so deep it felt like dna. and you were almost positive he didn’t feel the same way but it was just a stupid little crush, nothing too serious.
within those three weeks of getting ready for the trip, you were able to book a hair appointment and nail appointment which was a first, considering how booked you thought everyone would be due to it being summer. you didn’t know why you felt the need to buy new bikinis even though you had tons from the previous trips but you felt like you needed something new or maybe it was to impress jermajesty, or even get him to bat a eye. you double checked your luggage tons of times, making sure you wouldn’t leave anything important even though you were used to stealing using genevieve’s stuff in case you forgot something but reassurance wasn’t the reason you felt the need to check your bag , it was nerves. you were nervous to see jermajesty after all this time, then you began to wonder-you wondered if he grew into his looks and how he looks as a man and not the boy that would chase you down with worms in his hand that he had found when playing in dirt, even though you’re pretty confident he would do that now. you also wondered if he remembered you, remembers your looks or the way your laughs sounds like.
you didn’t know why you and jermajesty never happened. it was either nerves or just the simple fact that neither of you could come forward and say the words that were bottled up for so long or maybe it was when you found out he had gotten into a relationship. the jackson family literally voted you and jermajesty most likely to get into a relationship, you could recall mama katherine giving you two know looks your whole life. you start to think that it was the sole reason you kept your distance for a while, yes you had exams but you still could’ve reached out to say hello or ask how everything is going but instead you locked in all semester, locking yourself away in the process.
now its summer and the semester has ended, so you couldn’t lock yourself away anymore according to geneiveve.
on the plane, it was buzzing with familiarity. jaafar sat next to his mom, like the mama’s boy he is. jermaine and randy jr sat next to each other and then jermajesty sat alone, headphones on. geneveive had saved you seat next to hers, near the front and her seat next to the window of course, she always managed to get the window seat before you. you sank into the soft leather with a relieved sigh, your curls bouncing as you got comfortable. you outfit screamed, comfy, oversized grey hoodie from aritzia engulfing you and your grey sweats to match. you applied light makeup, gloss and mascara. you didn’t know who you were trying to look good for, knowing all the other times you tagged along with the family you didn’t care what you looked like but this time it was different, very different.
genevieve was already chattering about villa plans and how excited she was to have you back with the family, you would laugh and lean into the conversation about bikinis and hairstyles, glad for the easy familiarity with everything.
down from the aisle across from you, you caught a glimpse of jermajesty . he really had grown up to be a young man, young handsome man. those chubby cheeks he once had formed into a defined jaw line and adam’s apple. his lips looked full and soft with a hint of his goatee covering his upper lip and some on his chin which made him look sexy.
your phone buzzed after take off, casually you lifted you phone making the screen light up to show you have gotten a text from jermajesty.
big head🥸: hey, i’m glad you came. i missed you.
i missed you.
not a we missed you, a i missed you. the text contained vulnerability and sincerity which surprised you a little bit. yes, jermajesty had always been chalant when it came to feelings and relationships especially friendships so you don’t know why you felt surprised, i guess it was just the simple fact he could text you so easily after all this time but you could barely bring yourself to pick up the phone and call.
you phone buzzed again, which was quick.
big head 🥸: why did you never reach out, jellybean?
your stomach did a little flip. jellybean. your heart squeezed at the thought of the nickname . he’d always teased you growing up whether it was playful jabs or comments at family events, one day when you five and jermajesty was six, he dared you to eat a whole container of jelly beans and bring you were never the one to back down from a dare you obliged which resulted to you getting terribly sick and vomiting all over you mother’s white fur coat which was laying on the couch next to both of you. that day jermajesty gave you name jelly bean behind fits of giggles and moans and groans coming from your lips. to your dismay, the nickname stuck and it became the main reason for your annoyance but this time you didn’t feel annoyed you felt something else and what ever it was it made your lips curl up.
you stared at the text longer than intended. what you wanted to say was ‘it’s my fault you forgot about me and got a girlfriend’ but that would’ve been weird so you came up with some bullshit.
sorry college had me locked away
the bubbles appeared in less than seconds.
big head🥸: bullshit.
you bit your lip to hide a smile and realized his intuition he had for you never faltered.
It’s not bullshit, maj. some of us doesn’t have the luxury of a famous last name.
once again, he started to text back fast.
big head🥸: still sounds like bullshit. you disappeared on us. on me. missed my jellybean
the tingle hit harder this time. you shifted in your seat, pressing your thighs together under the blanket. who knew a harmless little nickname could have you in shambles.
dramatic much? I didn’t disappear, I just… got busy. family stuff gets complicated sometimes.
big head🥸: yeah not like that but it’s nice seeing u tho. you cleaned up nicely
you chuckled at his attempt to compliment you.
big head🥸: nah but in all seriousness, you’ve always been beautiful.
you didn’t know what to say next. you try to look for any playfulness or tease in his text but you couldn’t find any, it was genuine. you tried to play it cool.
yea well you cleaned up nice too :)
you looked at your text, hoping you didn’t come off as dismissive. after that jermajesty didn’t reply which made you feel like you had fucked up . you wished you had just told him how you felt or something equivalent to that but you had to be nonchalant and bottle up your feelings like all the time.
about halfway through the flight, when the plane lights dimmed and most people had dozed off, genevieve included, headphones on and blanket pulled up, your phone buzzed again.
big head🥸: come sit over here, bean.
you heart pounded. you stared at the text for a long moment, nerves fluttering in your chest. It’s just sitting. he’s probably bored. you took a slow breath, calmed yourself, and quietly slipped out of your seat. genevieve didn’t stir.
you moved down the aisle and slid into the empty seat beside him. he immediately shifted closer, his knee pressing against yours under the shared blanket the attendant had left. “what do you want, big head.”
now it was your turn to say nicknames, earning a laugh only you could hear. his eyes traced your face, your braids, the way your hoodie had ridden up a little. “nothin just missed you bean, thas'all .”
you laughed softly, trying to ignore the feeling of his leg brushing against yours. “i missed you too, jay jay.” you cooed.
he smiles. “been wanting to hear that pretty laugh for a while now.”
“ouu careful, what would maj’s girlfriend say?”
“maj’s girlfriend wouldn’t say anything cause’ maj doesn’t have one.”
questions instantly crowded your head.
when did this happen?
did he break up with her or did she break up with him?
“oh maj, m’sorry. that’s terrible m- what happened?” you acted like you cared even though should’ve but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel even the slightest bit of sympathy, that’s bad and you know it but you didn’t care.
he shrugged. “it was time, plus my mind was elsewhere.” you still had tons of questions but kept them to yourself. you shifted in your seat, letting yourself relax into the plush seat as jermajesty watched you with a certain look on his face.
“what about you, has anyone scooped you up yet?”
you grinned at the thought. “nope, never had any time to date.” time had nothing to do with it, i mean yeah there were plenty of guys that wanted to hook up within the dorms but you were saving yourself for someone that you trusted. of course you know what pleasure feels like, you had a fair share of vibrators and pathetically performed masterbations when you felt like you were going to cum but never actually cum (sounds excruciating).
your answer led to another question. “has anyone.. y’know” you were taken aback by the vulgarity. you never heard him talk like that but it kind of made a buzz spark in your stomach, the conversation was no longer innocent. unconsciously, your thighs clenched together as you felt the weight of this conversation on you.
“no uhm, im a virgin.”
you suddenly think of a memory about you and geneveive when you two were teenagers, talking in her bedroom drinking soda and painting each other’s nails.
“i’ll probably lose my virginity in high school, what about you bean?”
“uhmm probably high school too.”
looking back, you didn’t know why you were so confident because the plan obviously didn’t go as planned but genevieve had the luxury of a 6 foot tall boyfriend in high school who she dumped once she got tired of him.
your answer led to jermajesty raising a brow.
you immediately wanted to hand the microphone back to jermajesty. “you?”
“yes.” he blinked. “but if I could take it back and do it was someone I actually loved, I would.”
silence fell over you two, letting the his words process in your head.
“well it was nice catching up.” you say, abruptly. jermajesty watched you stand up and start to head back to your seat but stopped you.
“so that’s it?” he chuckled, brows furrowed at the sudden change in your demeanor.
“i have to go sit with gen.”
“bullshit.”
“boy, i’m getting enough of you saying everything i say is bullshit.”
jermajesty just grins, a glazed expression of tease on his face. you narrowed your eyes, letting out a grumble as you walked off and plopped down in your original seat.
you didn’t want to meet his eyes but you knew jermajesty was looking at you, laughing. this reminded you that even though he grew up he still was every bit of the little boy he was but the ache between your legs reminded you every bit of the man he became.
the rest of the ride was infused with melatonin for you. every time you got up to stretch or use the bathroom, you felt the weight of slumber come over you along with the weight of jermajesty gaze, tracing your hips and the curve of your ass in those leggings. he kept texting and you kept ignoring, wanting the rest of the ride to be peaceful.
by the time the plane started its descent into the bahamas, you deep slumber. you didn’t know how you fell asleep to easily, especially with the thought of jermajesty on your mind, you thought it was going to be impossible to sleep but a couple of humorous conversations with geneveive paired with the rain forest sleep music spewing from your airpods did the trick.
some moments later, you felt two taps on your shoulder. “wake up, sleepy head.” you grunted as you felt yourself slipping away from your sleep, eyes opening ever so slightly to see a familiar silhouette.
“we’re here,” genevieve murmured close to your ear, voice low and warm. “almost time to land. you slept the whole way.”
you blinked awake, disoriented and still carrying that low tingle from his texts. He was leaning over the aisle divider, eyes soft but intense as they traced your face, your messy braids, the way your hoodie had ridden up a little in your sleep.
the landing was smooth. customs was quick for the group. vans waited on the tarmac to take everyone to the villa. genevieve in the row ahead chatting with alejandra, leaving you and jermajesty in the back. his knee pressed against yours the whole winding drive along the coast. neither of you said much, but the silence felt heavy with everything unsaid.
the villa was stunning, sprawling white walls, private beach access, ocean views from every window, multiple wings for privacy. everyone claimed rooms quickly and crashed hard after the long travel day. you and genevieve took the beautiful corner suite with two king beds. she was asleep within minutes, not saying one word which made you wonder how she’s able to sleep so easily, in all your years of knowing her she never had a hard time slipping into bed and falling asleep. at that moment, you were jealous. you would’ve been in a deep sleep too if it wasn’t for a specific person, that person being a boy and that boy being jermajesty jackson .
you didn’t know if it was the smell of his sandalwood—aphrodisiac of a cologne that made your head spin or the warm brush of his knee against yours during the plane ride or the simple fact you had confessed to him that you were a virgin. what it was, it had you sitting criss cross on the bed with a pondering expression on your face.
suddenly a soft knock pulled you from your thoughts.
jermajesty stood in the doorway, backlit by the hallway light, holding a brand-new lego set—some big, spaceship or iconic building he’d grabbed from the gift shop near the airport. he looked a little shy in his gray sweatpants and simple tee, hair still messy from travel—goatee fuzz against his chin and upper lip.
“hey… couldn’t sleep,” he whispered, stepping inside quietly and closing the door behind him. “saw this and thought maybe you’d wanna build it with me? like old times.”
you smiled despite the late hour, sitting up in your thin, brandy melville tank top and shorts, braids loose and a little wild from sleep. “you’re still such a lego nerd, huh?”
“always.” he grinned softly. “come on, jellybean. let’s go to the living room. we can keep it quiet.”
you said yes without hesitation. the two of you moved to the floor of the living room, spreading the pieces out between you. “how long do you think it’s gonna take for us to finish this one?”
jermajesty grins at the thought, “I don’t know, maybe a couple of months.” he shrugs whilst fiddling with one of the lego pieces—beginning to build the pieces on top of each other. the lego bricks clicked softly as you built, knees occasionally brushing his, the kind of comfortable closeness you’d missed so much.
it seemed the more you sat there the more nervous you got—hoping the nervousness was only on the inside and not noticeable on the outside. after a comfortable lull, he spoke:
“so… why don’t you have a boyfriend ?”
you blinked. “um i’ve just been focusing on myself lately.” you shook your head, continuing to snap legos together—not bothering to lift your head and look at him. “why?”
once again the room is filled with silence. concerned, you finally cock your head at him. the air thickened between you. then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed you.
it was soft at first—hesitant, sweet, like he’d been holding onto this moment for years. his hand gently cupped the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw. for a heartbeat you froze, surprised, the remaining spark you felt on the plane came back to play, instead this time you felt it even harder.
he pulled back, slowly after a second, eyes searching yours, lip still lingering on yours. you didn’t know what to say. the words wouldn’t come. your heart was racing, lips still tingling, that ache from the plane suddenly burning hotter between your thighs.
jermajesty’s face fell. “shit… i’m sorry. that was stupid. i thought—” he stood up quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i should go. my room’s just down the hall. forget that happened. night.”
your eyes followed him as he slipped out before you could find your voice, the door clicking shut softly behind him.
you sat there on the floor surrounded by half-built lego, fingers touching your lips, body warm and confused and wanting. the kiss changed everything.
the ache only got worse.
before you knew it, it was the next morning—you barely slept after the kiss you jermajesty shared last night, you kept replaying the events in your brain—the soft flesh of his lips pressing against yours, the way his hand had gently cupped your neck, the nervous look in his eyes when he pulled back. you tossed and turned, all night which resulted in your bonnet slipping off in the middle of the night, braids messy against the pillow, body warm and aching between your thighs. by the time the sun rose you were still thinking about it, heart fluttering, a low persistent throb reminding you how badly you wanted more.
not even the slightest press of your thighs could conceal the ache.
frustrated, you eventually got up freshened up quickly, and went downstairs for breakfast with the family. the villa’s open kitchen and dining area overlooked the ocean. genevieve was already there, waving you over to the seat next to her. jermajesty sat directly across from her—which meant directly across from you.
you slid into the chair beside your best friend, trying to act normal and nonchalant. “morning, everyone.”
jermajesty’s eyes met yours the second you sat down. that same soft, intense look from last night. he gave you the tiniest smile, the kind only you would notice, the smile that hoped you forgot about something he knew you didn’t forget about
breakfast was full of family chatter —jermaine cracking jokes, alejandra making sure everyone ate, jaafar and marlon jr. talking about jet skis. but underneath it all, you and jermajesty kept stealing glances.
every time you looked up, his eyes were on you—tracing your face, your lips, the way your braids fell over your shoulder. you’d look away, cheeks warm, only to feel his gaze again a moment later. once, when you reached for the fruit bowl, your fingers brushed his as he passed it to you. the spark was instant. he held your eyes a second longer than necessary.
genevieve was right there chatting away, completely oblivious. “so, beach day today? m’ thinking we do some cute photos for insta first, then swim. you in?”
“yea, definitely,” you said, forcing a smile while jermajesty’s
you tried to focus on your plate, but the ache from last night was back—stronger now. every shared glance made your thighs press together under the table. he knew exactly what he was doing.
when breakfast ended and everyone started getting ready for the beach, the tension only built. you changed into that sage green string bikini, the one that looked sinful on your deep brown skin. the top barely contained your full breasts, one false move and your dark aerolas would slip out. the bottoms sat high on your hips and disappeared between your ass cheeks. you threw on a sheer white cover-up and headed down with the group.
you met up with genevieve in the main living area. she was in a cute yellow bikini with a matching cover-up, smiling brightly.
“ready, bestie?” she asked, linking her arm with yours.
“ready,” you replied, trying to sound casual even though your heart was racing.
the whole family walked down the private path to the beach together— jermaine and alejandra leading the way, chatting about the ocean views, jaafar and marlon jr. joking loudly behind them. you and genevieve walked side by side in the middle, but you could feel jermajesty’s eyes on you the entire time.
he walked just behind you, close enough that you could feel the heat of him. every now and then his hand would brush the small of your back “accidentally” as the path narrowed, sending little sparks up your spine. you kept glancing back, catching his gaze, and he’d give you that same soft, hungry look from breakfast.
the beach was perfect — white sand, turquoise water, and enough space that the family spread out naturally. genevieve wanted to take photos first, so she wandered a bit farther down with her camera. that was your moment.
You turned to Jermajesty, heart pounding, and grabbed his hand.
“come with me,” you whispered, pulling him away from the group toward a cluster of large rocks that gave just enough privacy.
“look, bean. m’so sorry about last n- mm!”
the second you were out of sight you pushed him against the warm stone and kissed him—hard.
he groaned into your mouth, hands immediately gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. the kiss was desperate, sweet and filthy at the same time. his tongue slid against yours, deep and hungry. one of his hands slid down to squeeze your ass, the other tangled in your ponytail, tugging just enough to tilt your head how he wanted.
“so y'not mad about last night?,” he panted against your lips between kisses.
you moaned softly, shaking your head—pressing your body tighter to his, feeling how hard he already was against your stomach. “you kissed me and just left… I couldn’t stop thinking about it-”
he cut you off with another deep kiss, walking you backward until your back hit the rock. his hand slipped between your bodies, fingers pushing the bikini bottoms aside and sliding through your soaked folds.
“shit, baby—you’re dripping,” he groaned, circling your clit with two fingers, pussy juices coating his goatee. “all this from when I kissed you?”
“mmmh—yes—touch me—” you whimpered, hips rolling against his hand. your braids brushed your shoulders as you tilted your head back. “don’t stop kissing me—”
he kissed you harder, fingers slipping into your tight, wet pussy while his thumb rubbed your clit. you were grinding on his hand, toes digging and curling in the warm sand whilst moaning into his mouth, the ocean waves covering most of the sound.
“fuck—your fingers feel so good—right there—ahh!” you gasped between kisses.
“my fingers feel so good?” he repeated, faintly against your cheek—lip between his teeth as he admired your expressions.
then—
“y/n? where you at?” genevieve’s voice called from closer than you expected.
you both froze. jermajesty’s fingers stilled inside you, but he didn’t pull them out. his forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.
“fuck,” he whispered, stealing one last quick, filthy kiss. “later. i’m not done with you.”
he slipped his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while looking you dead in the eyes. then he adjusted your bikini bottoms, gave your ass one last squeeze, and stepped back like nothing had happened.
you smoothed your cover-up, heart racing, pussy still throbbing, and stepped out from behind the rocks with a casual wave.
“right here! just taking some pictures with maj.”
genevieve huffed. “she’s my model, maj. go take pictures of jaafar.” she shooed jermajesty away before tugging you to the shore. you caught a glance of jermajesty walking towards the boys not failing to give you a wink while genevieve pestered you to pose for the camera.
from that moment forward you knew this trip was going to be like no other.
the rest of the beach day was pure torture.
you and jermajesty kept stealing glances, brushing hands “accidentally,” and finding little excuses to be close. every time genevieve turned her back he’d lean in and whisper something that was sweet but had lustful undertone like— “can’t stop thinking about you, bean” or “you look so good.”
by the time the sun went down and everyone headed out for drinks. you made some stupid excuse saying ‘my throat is a little sore n’ I don’t want to get you sick’ genevieve instantly understood, giving you the green light to stay at the villa alongside jermajesty who told a little white lie.
when everyone finally started heading to the bar, you and jermajesty went back to your suite.
you quickly escorted jermajesty inside, closing the door quietly behind him. he didn’t say a word. he crossed the room in two strides, pulled you up into his arms, and kissed you like he’d been starving for it all day.
you moaned into his mouth, hands fisting his shirt as he walked you backward to your bed. he laid you down gently but urgently, stripping your bikini and cover up off while kissing every inch of your deep brown skin—your neck, your nipples, your stomach, your thighs. he then stripped his shirt off as well—along with his swim trunks, cock flying feed and slapping his stomach.
“been thinking about this since breakfast,” he whispered against your skin. “since the plane. since that kiss last night. fuck, i need you”
he dropped to his knees between your legs, pushed your thighs wide, fingers coming up to spread your pussy lips before diving in. his tongue was filthy—long, slow licks through your soaked folds, sucking your clit hard while two thick fingers slipped deep inside you.
“ohhh fuck—yes!” you moaned, hand flying to his curls. “maj—please—your tongue feels so good—ahh!”
he groaned against you, fingers curling relentlessly while he sucked your clit, spit covering the achy bud—sounds of gush sloshing against your pussy from his mouth. you came hard within minutes, thighs shaking around his head—mouth hung open at the orgasm riding throughout your body.
right after that, he climbed up your body, cock thick and hard, and slid into your soaked entrance in one smooth thrust.
“fuuuuck—so tight and wet for me,” he groaned, starting a deep, steady rhythm. “this pussy feels even better than i imagined all these years.”
you wrapped your legs around him, nails digging into his back. “harder—please—maj!”
he fucked you deep and sweet at first, then harder, whispering filthy-sweet things in your ear the whole time—how pretty you looked taking him, how long he’d wanted this, how he was never letting you go again.
“oh my god! fuck! why are you fucking me like dis?” you cried, voice shaking as your body shook up and do with the thrusts of jermajesty’s hips.
“why am I fucking you like this?” he repeated your question, thrusts getting more harsh. “cause’ i love you. that’s why.”
his confession really fueled you and just like that you began to cum around him, moaning and whaling into the air. you were leaving a thick white ring around his cock, fingers digging in his biceps as your toes curls tightly—forming cramps in your muscles. your head thrashes to the side, letting jermajesty chase his high while you laid there. jermajesty came soon after you, pumping thick ropes of cum into you—hips stuttering and chants of your name pouring into your chest.
you held him as his thrusts faltered, letting his hips buck into you a couple more time before pulling out, making his hot load trickle from your your cunt to between your ass.
afterward he cleaned you up with a washcloth and helped slip your pajamas on. “I love you, big head.” you confessed.
synopsis: you are good friends with geneveive, which automatically made you good friends of the family. you get invited to a family vacation to the bahamas for the summer. you are informed that the gang was going to be together: jaafar, randy jr, and jermajesty. oh! i almost forgot to mention, you have a huge crush on jermajesty.
pairing: jermajesty jackson x black!fem!reader
cw: MDNI, idk da word count, part 2?, oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk, reader is described to have hair styled in braids and brown skin, praise kink, missionary, clit play, sneaking around, cussing, jermajesty’s goatee, describing sex sounds, perv!jermajesty , softdom!jerm, slight sub!jerm , slight nerdy!jerm , you are the baddest bih in the bahamasss! goatee!jerm , jermajesty hitting it good , btw got horny while making dis ermm… enjoyyy!
the friendship of you and geneveive has been going strong since you were teenagers, living in LA and being reckless. she was always quick to involve you into the activities the jacksons would cook up so when she called three weeks ago, screaming into the phone about inviting you to another family vacation, you were not surprised.
you remember, sitting on your bed with your bonnet on and listening to some music, painting your toe nails messily when she called and said: “girl, the whole crew is going! we rented this private villa in the bahamas, white sand, infinity pool, ocean views for days. jaafar, jermajesty, even marlon jr is coming. and you know they said you’re family. pack your shit, it’ll be like old times!”
your heart swelled at the mention of old times and your mind drifted to the thoughts of the days you tagged along with the jackson on their unique trips. most importantly your mind drifted to the thought of jermajesty and how it’ll be the first time seeing him in a while, half of it is your fault other half is his for not reaching out but at the same time your could’ve called.
but it has been a while since you seen him and since you seen the family, actually. you were so embedded in you studies . the family missed you and most importantly jermajesty missed you, unbeknownst to you. the last memory of you spending time with the jacksons was the first big family barbecue when you were nineteen and he was twenty, tall and quiet with that nerdy build and the softest brown eyes. every family event since holidays, premieres, random sunday dinners, you’d catch yourself staring at him.
but only god knew his gaze would always find you in a crowd or even in a room where it’s just him and his siblings, if you were there, you’d be the first thing he sees. you had a crush on jermajesty so deep it felt like dna. and you were almost positive he didn’t feel the same way but it was just a stupid little crush, nothing too serious.
within those three weeks of getting ready for the trip, you were able to book a hair appointment and nail appointment which was a first, considering how booked you thought everyone would be due to it being summer. you didn’t know why you felt the need to buy new bikinis even though you had tons from the previous trips but you felt like you needed something new or maybe it was to impress jermajesty, or even get him to bat a eye. you double checked your luggage tons of times, making sure you wouldn’t leave anything important even though you were used to stealing using genevieve’s stuff in case you forgot something but reassurance wasn’t the reason you felt the need to check your bag , it was nerves. you were nervous to see jermajesty after all this time, then you began to wonder-you wondered if he grew into his looks and how he looks as a man and not the boy that would chase you down with worms in his hand that he had found when playing in dirt, even though you’re pretty confident he would do that now. you also wondered if he remembered you, remembers your looks or the way your laughs sounds like.
you didn’t know why you and jermajesty never happened. it was either nerves or just the simple fact that neither of you could come forward and say the words that were bottled up for so long or maybe it was when you found out he had gotten into a relationship. the jackson family literally voted you and jermajesty most likely to get into a relationship, you could recall mama katherine giving you two know looks your whole life. you start to think that it was the sole reason you kept your distance for a while, yes you had exams but you still could’ve reached out to say hello or ask how everything is going but instead you locked in all semester, locking yourself away in the process.
now its summer and the semester has ended, so you couldn’t lock yourself away anymore according to geneiveve.
on the plane, it was buzzing with familiarity. jaafar sat next to his mom, like the mama’s boy he is. jermaine and randy jr sat next to each other and then jermajesty sat alone, headphones on. geneveive had saved you seat next to hers, near the front and her seat next to the window of course, she always managed to get the window seat before you. you sank into the soft leather with a relieved sigh, your curls bouncing as you got comfortable. you outfit screamed, comfy, oversized grey hoodie from aritzia engulfing you and your grey sweats to match. you applied light makeup, gloss and mascara. you didn’t know who you were trying to look good for, knowing all the other times you tagged along with the family you didn’t care what you looked like but this time it was different, very different.
genevieve was already chattering about villa plans and how excited she was to have you back with the family, you would laugh and lean into the conversation about bikinis and hairstyles, glad for the easy familiarity with everything.
down from the aisle across from you, you caught a glimpse of jermajesty . he really had grown up to be a young man, young handsome man. those chubby cheeks he once had formed into a defined jaw line and adam’s apple. his lips looked full and soft with a hint of his goatee covering his upper lip and some on his chin which made him look sexy.
your phone buzzed after take off, casually you lifted you phone making the screen light up to show you have gotten a text from jermajesty.
big head🥸: hey, i’m glad you came. i missed you.
i missed you.
not a we missed you, a i missed you. the text contained vulnerability and sincerity which surprised you a little bit. yes, jermajesty had always been chalant when it came to feelings and relationships especially friendships so you don’t know why you felt surprised, i guess it was just the simple fact he could text you so easily after all this time but you could barely bring yourself to pick up the phone and call.
you phone buzzed again, which was quick.
big head 🥸: why did you never reach out, jellybean?
your stomach did a little flip. jellybean. your heart squeezed at the thought of the nickname . he’d always teased you growing up whether it was playful jabs or comments at family events, one day when you five and jermajesty was six, he dared you to eat a whole container of jelly beans and bring you were never the one to back down from a dare you obliged which resulted to you getting terribly sick and vomiting all over you mother’s white fur coat which was laying on the couch next to both of you. that day jermajesty gave you name jelly bean behind fits of giggles and moans and groans coming from your lips. to your dismay, the nickname stuck and it became the main reason for your annoyance but this time you didn’t feel annoyed you felt something else and what ever it was it made your lips curl up.
you stared at the text longer than intended. what you wanted to say was ‘it’s my fault you forgot about me and got a girlfriend’ but that would’ve been weird so you came up with some bullshit.
sorry college had me locked away
the bubbles appeared in less than seconds.
big head🥸: bullshit.
you bit your lip to hide a smile and realized his intuition he had for you never faltered.
It’s not bullshit, maj. some of us doesn’t have the luxury of a famous last name.
once again, he started to text back fast.
big head🥸: still sounds like bullshit. you disappeared on us. on me. missed my jellybean
the tingle hit harder this time. you shifted in your seat, pressing your thighs together under the blanket. who knew a harmless little nickname could have you in shambles.
dramatic much? I didn’t disappear, I just… got busy. family stuff gets complicated sometimes.
big head🥸: yeah not like that but it’s nice seeing u tho. you cleaned up nicely
you chuckled at his attempt to compliment you.
big head🥸: nah but in all seriousness, you’ve always been beautiful.
you didn’t know what to say next. you try to look for any playfulness or tease in his text but you couldn’t find any, it was genuine. you tried to play it cool.
yea well you cleaned up nice too :)
you looked at your text, hoping you didn’t come off as dismissive. after that jermajesty didn’t reply which made you feel like you had fucked up . you wished you had just told him how you felt or something equivalent to that but you had to be nonchalant and bottle up your feelings like all the time.
about halfway through the flight, when the plane lights dimmed and most people had dozed off, genevieve included, headphones on and blanket pulled up, your phone buzzed again.
big head🥸: come sit over here, bean.
you heart pounded. you stared at the text for a long moment, nerves fluttering in your chest. It’s just sitting. he’s probably bored. you took a slow breath, calmed yourself, and quietly slipped out of your seat. genevieve didn’t stir.
you moved down the aisle and slid into the empty seat beside him. he immediately shifted closer, his knee pressing against yours under the shared blanket the attendant had left. “what do you want, big head.”
now it was your turn to say nicknames, earning a laugh only you could hear. his eyes traced your face, your braids, the way your hoodie had ridden up a little. “nothin just missed you bean, thas'all .”
you laughed softly, trying to ignore the feeling of his leg brushing against yours. “i missed you too, jay jay.” you cooed.
he smiles. “been wanting to hear that pretty laugh for a while now.”
“ouu careful, what would maj’s girlfriend say?”
“maj’s girlfriend wouldn’t say anything cause’ maj doesn’t have one.”
questions instantly crowded your head.
when did this happen?
did he break up with her or did she break up with him?
“oh maj, m’sorry. that’s terrible m- what happened?” you acted like you cared even though should’ve but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel even the slightest bit of sympathy, that’s bad and you know it but you didn’t care.
he shrugged. “it was time, plus my mind was elsewhere.” you still had tons of questions but kept them to yourself. you shifted in your seat, letting yourself relax into the plush seat as jermajesty watched you with a certain look on his face.
“what about you, has anyone scooped you up yet?”
you grinned at the thought. “nope, never had any time to date.” time had nothing to do with it, i mean yeah there were plenty of guys that wanted to hook up within the dorms but you were saving yourself for someone that you trusted. of course you know what pleasure feels like, you had a fair share of vibrators and pathetically performed masterbations when you felt like you were going to cum but never actually cum (sounds excruciating).
your answer led to another question. “has anyone.. y’know” you were taken aback by the vulgarity. you never heard him talk like that but it kind of made a buzz spark in your stomach, the conversation was no longer innocent. unconsciously, your thighs clenched together as you felt the weight of this conversation on you.
“no uhm, im a virgin.”
you suddenly think of a memory about you and geneveive when you two were teenagers, talking in her bedroom drinking soda and painting each other’s nails.
“i’ll probably lose my virginity in high school, what about you bean?”
“uhmm probably high school too.”
looking back, you didn’t know why you were so confident because the plan obviously didn’t go as planned but genevieve had the luxury of a 6 foot tall boyfriend in high school who she dumped once she got tired of him.
your answer led to jermajesty raising a brow.
you immediately wanted to hand the microphone back to jermajesty. “you?”
“yes.” he blinked. “but if I could take it back and do it was someone I actually loved, I would.”
silence fell over you two, letting the his words process in your head.
“well it was nice catching up.” you say, abruptly. jermajesty watched you stand up and start to head back to your seat but stopped you.
“so that’s it?” he chuckled, brows furrowed at the sudden change in your demeanor.
“i have to go sit with gen.”
“bullshit.”
“boy, i’m getting enough of you saying everything i say is bullshit.”
jermajesty just grins, a glazed expression of tease on his face. you narrowed your eyes, letting out a grumble as you walked off and plopped down in your original seat.
you didn’t want to meet his eyes but you knew jermajesty was looking at you, laughing. this reminded you that even though he grew up he still was every bit of the little boy he was but the ache between your legs reminded you every bit of the man he became.
the rest of the ride was infused with melatonin for you. every time you got up to stretch or use the bathroom, you felt the weight of slumber come over you along with the weight of jermajesty gaze, tracing your hips and the curve of your ass in those leggings. he kept texting and you kept ignoring, wanting the rest of the ride to be peaceful.
by the time the plane started its descent into the bahamas, you deep slumber. you didn’t know how you fell asleep to easily, especially with the thought of jermajesty on your mind, you thought it was going to be impossible to sleep but a couple of humorous conversations with geneveive paired with the rain forest sleep music spewing from your airpods did the trick.
some moments later, you felt two taps on your shoulder. “wake up, sleepy head.” you grunted as you felt yourself slipping away from your sleep, eyes opening ever so slightly to see a familiar silhouette.
“we’re here,” genevieve murmured close to your ear, voice low and warm. “almost time to land. you slept the whole way.”
you blinked awake, disoriented and still carrying that low tingle from his texts. He was leaning over the aisle divider, eyes soft but intense as they traced your face, your messy braids, the way your hoodie had ridden up a little in your sleep.
the landing was smooth. customs was quick for the group. vans waited on the tarmac to take everyone to the villa. genevieve in the row ahead chatting with alejandra, leaving you and jermajesty in the back. his knee pressed against yours the whole winding drive along the coast. neither of you said much, but the silence felt heavy with everything unsaid.
the villa was stunning, sprawling white walls, private beach access, ocean views from every window, multiple wings for privacy. everyone claimed rooms quickly and crashed hard after the long travel day. you and genevieve took the beautiful corner suite with two king beds. she was asleep within minutes, not saying one word which made you wonder how she’s able to sleep so easily, in all your years of knowing her she never had a hard time slipping into bed and falling asleep. at that moment, you were jealous. you would’ve been in a deep sleep too if it wasn’t for a specific person, that person being a boy and that boy being jermajesty jackson .
you didn’t know if it was the smell of his sandalwood—aphrodisiac of a cologne that made your head spin or the warm brush of his knee against yours during the plane ride or the simple fact you had confessed to him that you were a virgin. what it was, it had you sitting criss cross on the bed with a pondering expression on your face.
suddenly a soft knock pulled you from your thoughts.
jermajesty stood in the doorway, backlit by the hallway light, holding a brand-new lego set—some big, spaceship or iconic building he’d grabbed from the gift shop near the airport. he looked a little shy in his gray sweatpants and simple tee, hair still messy from travel—goatee fuzz against his chin and upper lip.
“hey… couldn’t sleep,” he whispered, stepping inside quietly and closing the door behind him. “saw this and thought maybe you’d wanna build it with me? like old times.”
you smiled despite the late hour, sitting up in your thin, brandy melville tank top and shorts, braids loose and a little wild from sleep. “you’re still such a lego nerd, huh?”
“always.” he grinned softly. “come on, jellybean. let’s go to the living room. we can keep it quiet.”
you said yes without hesitation. the two of you moved to the floor of the living room, spreading the pieces out between you. “how long do you think it’s gonna take for us to finish this one?”
jermajesty grins at the thought, “I don’t know, maybe a couple of months.” he shrugs whilst fiddling with one of the lego pieces—beginning to build the pieces on top of each other. the lego bricks clicked softly as you built, knees occasionally brushing his, the kind of comfortable closeness you’d missed so much.
it seemed the more you sat there the more nervous you got—hoping the nervousness was only on the inside and not noticeable on the outside. after a comfortable lull, he spoke:
“so… why don’t you have a boyfriend ?”
you blinked. “um i’ve just been focusing on myself lately.” you shook your head, continuing to snap legos together—not bothering to lift your head and look at him. “why?”
once again the room is filled with silence. concerned, you finally cock your head at him. the air thickened between you. then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed you.
it was soft at first—hesitant, sweet, like he’d been holding onto this moment for years. his hand gently cupped the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw. for a heartbeat you froze, surprised, the remaining spark you felt on the plane came back to play, instead this time you felt it even harder.
he pulled back, slowly after a second, eyes searching yours, lip still lingering on yours. you didn’t know what to say. the words wouldn’t come. your heart was racing, lips still tingling, that ache from the plane suddenly burning hotter between your thighs.
jermajesty’s face fell. “shit… i’m sorry. that was stupid. i thought—” he stood up quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i should go. my room’s just down the hall. forget that happened. night.”
your eyes followed him as he slipped out before you could find your voice, the door clicking shut softly behind him.
you sat there on the floor surrounded by half-built lego, fingers touching your lips, body warm and confused and wanting. the kiss changed everything.
the ache only got worse.
before you knew it, it was the next morning—you barely slept after the kiss you jermajesty shared last night, you kept replaying the events in your brain—the soft flesh of his lips pressing against yours, the way his hand had gently cupped your neck, the nervous look in his eyes when he pulled back. you tossed and turned, all night which resulted in your bonnet slipping off in the middle of the night, braids messy against the pillow, body warm and aching between your thighs. by the time the sun rose you were still thinking about it, heart fluttering, a low persistent throb reminding you how badly you wanted more.
not even the slightest press of your thighs could conceal the ache.
frustrated, you eventually got up freshened up quickly, and went downstairs for breakfast with the family. the villa’s open kitchen and dining area overlooked the ocean. genevieve was already there, waving you over to the seat next to her. jermajesty sat directly across from her—which meant directly across from you.
you slid into the chair beside your best friend, trying to act normal and nonchalant. “morning, everyone.”
jermajesty’s eyes met yours the second you sat down. that same soft, intense look from last night. he gave you the tiniest smile, the kind only you would notice, the smile that hoped you forgot about something he knew you didn’t forget about
breakfast was full of family chatter —jermaine cracking jokes, alejandra making sure everyone ate, jaafar and marlon jr. talking about jet skis. but underneath it all, you and jermajesty kept stealing glances.
every time you looked up, his eyes were on you—tracing your face, your lips, the way your braids fell over your shoulder. you’d look away, cheeks warm, only to feel his gaze again a moment later. once, when you reached for the fruit bowl, your fingers brushed his as he passed it to you. the spark was instant. he held your eyes a second longer than necessary.
genevieve was right there chatting away, completely oblivious. “so, beach day today? m’ thinking we do some cute photos for insta first, then swim. you in?”
“yea, definitely,” you said, forcing a smile while jermajesty’s
you tried to focus on your plate, but the ache from last night was back—stronger now. every shared glance made your thighs press together under the table. he knew exactly what he was doing.
when breakfast ended and everyone started getting ready for the beach, the tension only built. you changed into that sage green string bikini, the one that looked sinful on your deep brown skin. the top barely contained your full breasts, one false move and your dark aerolas would slip out. the bottoms sat high on your hips and disappeared between your ass cheeks. you threw on a sheer white cover-up and headed down with the group.
you met up with genevieve in the main living area. she was in a cute yellow bikini with a matching cover-up, smiling brightly.
“ready, bestie?” she asked, linking her arm with yours.
“ready,” you replied, trying to sound casual even though your heart was racing.
the whole family walked down the private path to the beach together— jermaine and alejandra leading the way, chatting about the ocean views, jaafar and marlon jr. joking loudly behind them. you and genevieve walked side by side in the middle, but you could feel jermajesty’s eyes on you the entire time.
he walked just behind you, close enough that you could feel the heat of him. every now and then his hand would brush the small of your back “accidentally” as the path narrowed, sending little sparks up your spine. you kept glancing back, catching his gaze, and he’d give you that same soft, hungry look from breakfast.
the beach was perfect — white sand, turquoise water, and enough space that the family spread out naturally. genevieve wanted to take photos first, so she wandered a bit farther down with her camera. that was your moment.
You turned to Jermajesty, heart pounding, and grabbed his hand.
“come with me,” you whispered, pulling him away from the group toward a cluster of large rocks that gave just enough privacy.
“look, bean. m’so sorry about last n- mm!”
the second you were out of sight you pushed him against the warm stone and kissed him—hard.
he groaned into your mouth, hands immediately gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. the kiss was desperate, sweet and filthy at the same time. his tongue slid against yours, deep and hungry. one of his hands slid down to squeeze your ass, the other tangled in your ponytail, tugging just enough to tilt your head how he wanted.
“so y'not mad about last night?,” he panted against your lips between kisses.
you moaned softly, shaking your head—pressing your body tighter to his, feeling how hard he already was against your stomach. “you kissed me and just left… I couldn’t stop thinking about it-”
he cut you off with another deep kiss, walking you backward until your back hit the rock. his hand slipped between your bodies, fingers pushing the bikini bottoms aside and sliding through your soaked folds.
“shit, baby—you’re dripping,” he groaned, circling your clit with two fingers, pussy juices coating his goatee. “all this from when I kissed you?”
“mmmh—yes—touch me—” you whimpered, hips rolling against his hand. your braids brushed your shoulders as you tilted your head back. “don’t stop kissing me—”
he kissed you harder, fingers slipping into your tight, wet pussy while his thumb rubbed your clit. you were grinding on his hand, toes digging and curling in the warm sand whilst moaning into his mouth, the ocean waves covering most of the sound.
“fuck—your fingers feel so good—right there—ahh!” you gasped between kisses.
“my fingers feel so good?” he repeated, faintly against your cheek—lip between his teeth as he admired your expressions.
then—
“y/n? where you at?” genevieve’s voice called from closer than you expected.
you both froze. jermajesty’s fingers stilled inside you, but he didn’t pull them out. his forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.
“fuck,” he whispered, stealing one last quick, filthy kiss. “later. i’m not done with you.”
he slipped his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while looking you dead in the eyes. then he adjusted your bikini bottoms, gave your ass one last squeeze, and stepped back like nothing had happened.
you smoothed your cover-up, heart racing, pussy still throbbing, and stepped out from behind the rocks with a casual wave.
“right here! just taking some pictures with maj.”
genevieve huffed. “she’s my model, maj. go take pictures of jaafar.” she shooed jermajesty away before tugging you to the shore. you caught a glance of jermajesty walking towards the boys not failing to give you a wink while genevieve pestered you to pose for the camera.
from that moment forward you knew this trip was going to be like no other.
the rest of the beach day was pure torture.
you and jermajesty kept stealing glances, brushing hands “accidentally,” and finding little excuses to be close. every time genevieve turned her back he’d lean in and whisper something that was sweet but had lustful undertone like— “can’t stop thinking about you, bean” or “you look so good.”
by the time the sun went down and everyone headed out for drinks. you made some stupid excuse saying ‘my throat is a little sore n’ I don’t want to get you sick’ genevieve instantly understood, giving you the green light to stay at the villa alongside jermajesty who told a little white lie.
when everyone finally started heading to the bar, you and jermajesty went back to your suite.
you quickly escorted jermajesty inside, closing the door quietly behind him. he didn’t say a word. he crossed the room in two strides, pulled you up into his arms, and kissed you like he’d been starving for it all day.
you moaned into his mouth, hands fisting his shirt as he walked you backward to your bed. he laid you down gently but urgently, stripping your bikini and cover up off while kissing every inch of your deep brown skin—your neck, your nipples, your stomach, your thighs. he then stripped his shirt off as well—along with his swim trunks, cock flying feed and slapping his stomach.
“been thinking about this since breakfast,” he whispered against your skin. “since the plane. since that kiss last night. fuck, i need you”
he dropped to his knees between your legs, pushed your thighs wide, fingers coming up to spread your pussy lips before diving in. his tongue was filthy—long, slow licks through your soaked folds, sucking your clit hard while two thick fingers slipped deep inside you.
“ohhh fuck—yes!” you moaned, hand flying to his curls. “maj—please—your tongue feels so good—ahh!”
he groaned against you, fingers curling relentlessly while he sucked your clit, spit covering the achy bud—sounds of gush sloshing against your pussy from his mouth. you came hard within minutes, thighs shaking around his head—mouth hung open at the orgasm riding throughout your body.
right after that, he climbed up your body, cock thick and hard, and slid into your soaked entrance in one smooth thrust.
“fuuuuck—so tight and wet for me,” he groaned, starting a deep, steady rhythm. “this pussy feels even better than i imagined all these years.”
you wrapped your legs around him, nails digging into his back. “harder—please—maj!”
he fucked you deep and sweet at first, then harder, whispering filthy-sweet things in your ear the whole time—how pretty you looked taking him, how long he’d wanted this, how he was never letting you go again.
“oh my god! fuck! why are you fucking me like dis?” you cried, voice shaking as your body shook up and do with the thrusts of jermajesty’s hips.
“why am I fucking you like this?” he repeated your question, thrusts getting more harsh. “cause’ i love you. that’s why.”
his confession really fueled you and just like that you began to cum around him, moaning and whaling into the air. you were leaving a thick white ring around his cock, fingers digging in his biceps as your toes curls tightly—forming cramps in your muscles. your head thrashes to the side, letting jermajesty chase his high while you laid there. jermajesty came soon after you, pumping thick ropes of cum into you—hips stuttering and chants of your name pouring into your chest.
you held him as his thrusts faltered, letting his hips buck into you a couple more time before pulling out, making his hot load trickle from your your cunt to between your ass.
afterward he cleaned you up with a washcloth and helped slip your pajamas on. “I love you, big head.” you confessed.
waking dada up with a treat for his thirtieth birthday in italy ;)
warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex
the first thing you register is the light. shining through the crack in the heavy drapes. spreading across the tangled white sheets, across the scatter of clothes that you’d left on the floor the previous night. and it spreads across jaafar’s face but he doesn’t stir.
you prop yourself up on one elbow, careful, slow, the mattress barely breathing beneath you. your body remembering last night. the pleasant burn in your thighs. the tender spot on your neck where his mouth had lingered too long. you can still taste him on your tongue.
the clock on the nightstand read eight forty seven and you need to be at the boat dock by ten.
you move toward the edge of the bed, in an attempt to get yourself together. before you could go far, jaafar’s arm draped around your waist pulling you back to his chest.
“where you going, mama?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep. he hasn’t even opened his eyes yet
“just to the bathroom, baby.”
his eyes crack open, just a little. his hair is a disaster, flattened on one side, curls crushed against the pillow.
“just five more minutes.” he groans it into the pillow, his arm tightening around your waist.
a laugh escapes you at his stubbornness. “we’re gonna be late.”
one eye opens fully now. he peers at you, then at the window, then back at you. the sleep receding, replaced by a slow, crooked smile that you’ve learned to recognize.
“i guess we have to be quick, then.”
he hand finds the back of your neck and he pulls you in. he kisses you hot and open-mouthed. his tongue sliding against yours. his fingers tangle in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the angle.
you swing a leg over his hips and the sheet falls away. he’s already half-hard beneath you, his dick pressing against the inside of your thigh. the contact draws a sharp exhale from him that you swallow down. your hands on his face, thumbs tracing his jaw, the stubble rough against your palms.
his hand slides up your thigh. his fingertips skim the sensitive skin where your leg meets your hip, and then he finds you—slick and swollen, still tender from the hours before, still wet.
“fuck,” he breathes against your mouth.
you pulled four orgasms from him last night and he gave you five. you’d really lost count somewhere around two a.m., when he’d bent you over the balcony. the memory flashes through you now—the sound of the water against the cliffs, his breath ragged in your ear, the way he’d called out your name.
now it’s morning and he’s hard again and you’re dripping for him like the last eight hours never happened.
“happy birthday, my love,” you whisper against his ear. your teeth graze the lobe.
his grip on your thigh tightens as you rock against him, his hips twitching. the sound he makes isn’t quite a groan and isn’t quite a growl. something in between.
“flip over.”
you do.
the sheets are still warm where his body had been. you press your cheek into the pillow—his pillow, the one that smells like his cologne—and arch your back, presenting yourself to him. the morning light shining across your spine. you hear him shift behind you, the mattress dipping as he rises to his knees.
his palm flattens between your shoulder blades, guiding your chest down, down, until your ass is lifted higher.
“look at you.” his voice has gone rough. “so ready for me.”
two fingers slide through your folds from behind. parting you. he circles your clit once, twice, and your thighs tremble. a broken sound escapes your throat.
he enters you in one smooth stroke. no warning. your fingers curl into the sheets and your eyes squeeze shut and the sound you make is muffled by the pillow. he pauses there, buried deep, letting you adjust. his thighs press against the backs of yours. you can feel him pulse inside you.
“best gift I ever got.” his hand wraps around your wrist. then the other. he gathers both behind your back, crossing them at the small of your spine, pinning them there with one hand. the stretch of it sends a sharp thrill through your shoulders. “this pussy right here.”
he thrusts slow at first, but then deeper, harder, finding the rhythm. the hand not holding your wrists presses down on the back of your neck, gently guiding your face into the pillow.
“been thinking about this all week,” he grits out.
the headboard taps against the wall. a steady, rhythmic knock. you can’t see him from this angle but you can feel him. the the grip of his fingers tightening around your wrists every time you clench around him.
you whimper. unable to speak. words are gone. thoughts gone. there’s only the stretch and the slide and the building pressure low in your belly. the way he knows exactly how to angle his hips to hit that spot that makes your vision spark white.
his free hand leaves your neck. slides down your side, gripping your hip for leverage as he drives into you faster.
the room fills with the sound of your skin on skin. the creak of bedsprings. his breathing, ragged and uneven, mixing with the broken moans spilling from your mouth into the pillow.
“you gonna come for me again, baby?”
you can’t answer. you can barely nod. your thighs are shaking uncontrollably and he’s still going, relentless, murmuring filth into your ear about how perfect you are, how he’s never had anything like you, how he’s going to—
then the doorbell rings and you both freeze, not expecting company. you go rigid beneath him, chest heaving. still on a high.
“ignore it,” he breathes as it rings again.
from somewhere beyond the bedroom door, you hear a voice call out in rapid italian. something about the boat. something about the tide. neither of you care.
jaafar doesn’t pull out. his grip on your wrists doesn’t loosen. he leans closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and his voice is a dark, amused whisper.
fwb!jermajesty who you can call at any time, early or late, for anything. whether it’s because you want to talk on the phone, because you need him (or rather what’s in his pants) or just because you want some company.
fwb!jermajesty who will come right away if you call him at 4 am just to lay it down. he lays on top of you with his head on your titties and his tongue moving around your nipple while delivering slow, careful strokes, or he’ll give you backshots with his hand gripping on your ass and pulling you up by your hair to kiss along your neck.
fwb!jermajesty spends the night at your apartment very frequently, 99% of the time you both sleep naked which on some occasions ends up with you backing your bare ass up against his semi hard dick.
you knew he was sleep, but feeling the fat of your ass rutting against his dick woke him up. his breathing quickened as he grabbed his dick and put it between your thighs feeling your slick on his shaft. he humped you faster, “fuck mama i’m bout to cum…” he whispered “me too maj, cum with me baby.” he released on your back with a moan that sounded so sexy it made you finish.
fwb!jermajesty takes you shopping without you having to ask. if you even do as little as glance at something, he’s buying it. he loves spending money on you, and don’t let you drag him into a lingerie store and tell him he can pick something. he might just fuck your pretty ass in the dressing room.
fwb!jermajesty loves to smoke with you. he would grab your hand and take you to the balcony of your apartment, sit on the cute couch your have out there and place you right on his lap. he always lets you roll the blunts because he claims “you just do it better.”
he always lets you get the first hit so he can kiss you and transfer the smoke from your mouth to his. he loves getting you high because you just can’t seem to keep your hands off him. but you’re not alone, he can never keep his hands to himself, high or not.
fwb!jermajesty watches movies with you or at least pretends to. he just can’t take his eyes off you, not even looking away when you turn and see him staring, instead he smiles. “maj watch the movie and stop looking at me like that!” you say with a smile, throwing a pillow at him.
fwb!jermajesty who has a key to your apartment. if he wanted to see you and you weren’t answering his calls or texts? that’s fine he’ll just pop up. most of the time he finds you sleep or cleaning up and your phone was in your room.
fwb!jermajesty eats you out like he’s never ate before. his tongue is so skilled, lapping up your slick and using his thumb to rub tight circles on your clit. he loves pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you and he’s very satisfied if you ended up squirting all over his face.
fwb!jermajesty gets super jealous when he sees you talking to a man thats not him. he hates when men try to flirt with you because you’re his girl. he doesn’t even want you talking to them no matter who they are. if yall aren’t related what could he possibly need from you???
fwb!jermajesty who is trying to deny the fact that he may be falling for you. and little does he know, you’re doing the same time.
synopsis: after spending too much time with michael lately, janet has to remind you who you belong to.
word count: 1.2k
oneshot
contents: 18+ MDNI, dom!janet, sub!reader, toxic such as janet making it seem like you did something wrong, jealousy, secret relationship, light manipulation, desperate!reader, humiliation kink (?), edging, overstimulation, proofread, ect ect
a/n: omg thank you for so much love you guys showed me on my debut fic!! i love you guys and i hope you guys like this one also, because it was lowk rushed.
The living room smelled like vanilla candles and Janets favorite perfume when you let yourself in. The door clicked shut behind you and the quiet felt heavier than usual. Janet was on the big sectional, legs tucked under her favorite blanket while watching her favorite reality tv show. She heard you come in, she just didn’t look up right away.
You dropped your keys on the side table. “Hey, baby. Missed you.”
She gave a small hum. “How was it?” Her tone was unusual, noting you’ve heard before. You kicked off your shoes and walked over, sitting close enough that your knee brushed hers. “It was cool. Michael’s got some crazy stories. We just chilled, talked about old tour stuff. You good?”
Janet finally looked your way. Her eyes flicked to yours sharply. “I’m fine.” You knew better. “Janet… what’s up? You’re doing that thing where you say you’re fine but you’re not.” She let out a short breath, almost a laugh but not actually. “You really don’t know?”
You reached for her hand. She let you take it for a second, then pulled away. “Talk to me. Please.” Her jaw tightened. She turned toward you on the couch, voice low. “Did you have fun with Michael, hm? Forgetting about me while you’re out having the time of your life with him?”
The words landed like ice water. You pulled your hand back, staring at her. “Janet… that’s not— I swear it’s not like that. We’re just friends. I went over there because he invited me and it’s always been chill. You know that.”
“Do I?” She stood up, pacing a couple steps before facing you again. “Because from where I’m sitting, you’ve been spending more and more time with him lately. Coming back here acting like everything’s normal while he’s probably thinking about you the same way I do. I heard my brothers talking earlier. Michael’s been going on about you. How sweet you are, how you ‘understand’ him. And they were all in his ear—‘Go for it, Mike. She obviously likes hanging with you.’ Laughing like it was already happening.”
Your heart pounding. “No. Baby, please. It’s not like that at all. I came straight back to you. I always do. You’re the one I want to be with.” Your stomach kept on plummeting when she didn’t answer. “Janet, I swear it’s not like that. I went over there as a friend. That’s it. I came straight back to you.” Her fingers came up to brush your jaw, tilting your face so you had to look at her. “You promise?”
“I promise,” you said quickly, voice cracking a little. The guilt hit even though you hadn’t done anything wrong. She toooo good at this. “Please don’t be mad. I’ll do anything. Just tell me how to fix it.”
Her expression shifted. The anger softened into something a lot more intense. A slow smile tugged at her lips. “Anythin?” You nodded fast. She leaned in, breath warm against your ear. “Good girl.”
She took your hand and led you to the bedroom without saying much more. The lamp was already on low. Janet pushed you gently onto the bed and stood over you for a second, just looking. “Clothes off.”
You stripped fast, heart hammering. She stayed in her silk tank and pants longer, watching you the whole time. When you were naked she finally crawled over you, kissing your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You’re mine tonight,” she muttered against your skin. “Not his. Say it baby.”
“I’m yours,” you breathed.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours, Janet. Only yours.”
Her hand slid between your legs. Two fingers pushed inside you right away, curling slow. You were already soaked to the point where your slick drenched her fingers. She let out a soft, satisfied sound. “Wet as hell. Just from me being pissed?” She circled your clit with her thumb, light and teasing. “You’re really something else.”
You tried to roll your hips but she pulled her hand back the second you did. “No. You don’t cum until I let you, got it?” She kept you right on the edge for what felt like forever. Fingers deep, stroking that spot that made your toes curl, then stopping. Over and over. By the third time you were shaking, grabbing at her shoulders. “Janet—please baby, please. I need it so bad.”
“Need what?” She went down and kissed the inside of your thigh, lips brushing but not giving you more. “Say it properly.”
“I need to cum. Please let me cum for you.”
“Not yet.”
When she finally went down on you, it was almost too much. Her tongue was slow at first, then faster, sucking your clit while two fingers fucked into you steadily. You were right there, thighs trembling around her head, when she pulled back again.
“Fuck—Janet!” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and climbed up, pressing her bare pussy against yours. She’d taken the rest of her clothes off at some point, you were just too fucked out to notice. Her slick heat made you moan loud. “Look at me,” she said, starting to grind. Her clit rubbed directly over yours in tight, wet circles. “You think about him while you’re out there enjoying yourself?”
“No,” you gasped. “Only you. Always you.” She sped up for a second, then slowed right when you started shaking. “Liar. I bet you liked the attention.”The words burned immensely, but they made you a lot wetter. She felt it and laughed under her breath. “Greedy little thing. Getting off on me being mad.”
She kept grinding, changing the angle, holding your hips down when you tried to chase it. Every time you got close she eased off, whispering shit in your ear.
“Say you’re sorry for making me jealous.”
“I’m sorry-”
“Say you’ll cancel on him next time.”
“I’ll cancel. I swear!!!”
You were crying by then, tears slipping down the sides of your face. Janet kissed them away, almost gentle, then went right back to torturing you.
When she finally let you cum, she pinned your wrists above your head and grinding down hard, fast, clit rubbing perfectly against yours. “Come on, baby. Now, do it for mama,”
It hit you like a freight train. You cried out her name, body jerking under her while she kept going, chasing her own orgasm right after. Her moans were raw, shaky, and she buried her face in your neck as she came.
Afterward she pulled you against her chest, fingers stroking your back in slow circles. The room was quiet except for both of you catching your breath. “You’re mine,” she said softly, almost to herself. “Don’t ever forget that again.” You whimpered against her, still trembling. “I won’t. I love you, Janet.”
She went still for a second, then kissed the top of your head. Her voice was quieter than before. “Love you too.”
but something that came remotely as sweet as you? honey.
“come on…” she drawled with half lidded eyes, voice low and wrapped in velvet, “i’ll take care of you…”
you and janet were shed to your second skins, back resting against the fluffy pillows as she laid on her stomach, her palm splayed across your stomach as the other was intertwined with your fingers. her chin rested on your hip bone, using only her eyes to lure you in.
“i just… i don’t know…” you chewed on your bottom lip, her thumb nervously rubbing against her knuckles.
“if you’re worried about the sheets… you know i don’t care about that,” she pressed her lips to the hem of your panties, “and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. just give me the word, ‘kay lovie?”
when you propped yourself up to meet her eyes— this woman was starving. and you felt selfish for making her wait any longer.
as soon as a hushed okay left your lips, she grinned. she stood to her full height, the dimmed lights defining her toned figure. you unconsciously licked your lips, eyes tracking the soft jiggle of her body as she walked to her nightstand, pulling out a honey packet.
oh, so she had this in mind for a while.
she slid back onto the silky sheets, tugging your hips closer. the weight of her breasts pressed agasint the mattress, giving you a perfect view of cleavage it was unfair. carefully, she unwrapped you like you were sacred, something precious. after giving your dampened panties a hearty inhale, she tossed them to the slide.
she tore the packet with her pearly whites, spitting the excess plastic before pouring the honey straight onto your pulsing clit. the coolness made your thighs twitch. she watched the golden syrup drip down your core, mixing with your own sweet nectar. janet admired you like a prized possession. you looked delectable— spread out like fucking treat, miles of unmarked creamy skin for her to ravish on, twisted brows, and those perfect breast spilling from your bra. you grasped onto the sheets for impact as she cupped the back of your thighs, feet behind her shoulders.
slowly and surely, she licked a slow stripe from bottom to top. a tear nearly escaped the corner of her eye— this is the best thing she’s tasted all week. the moans that escaped you both were pornographic. a filthy string connected her lips to your core as she looked up for reassurance, “this okay?”
your back involuntarily arched and your fingers immediately found their wait to her hair, “m-more than okay… keep going…”
she didn’t waste anytime. her palm kneaded hour breast through the lace as her tongue glided through your folds. she moaned into your heat, and encouraged you to rock into your face.
“mmm janet…” you whimpered, your body twisting from the overwhelming pleasure, “m’ feels so good…”
her low hum vibrated through you. she planted her hands on your hips to keep you from moving. you whined when she pulled away, which quickly tuned into a moan when she squeezed the rest of the packet on your aching pussy. janet squeezed her thighs together before diving right back in. squelch! she lapped at your slick folds, soft hands massing your thighs. when her lips wrapped your pearl, you nearly arched off the bed.
the thick haze of lust consumed you and janet.
you felt that familiar heat pool low in your stomach, like a spiral threatening to uncoil. in tandem, her mouth danced with the sensual rock of your hips. most of the times she’d lock her eyes wit yours, but she was so lost in she she kept them closed. all you could do was tug her self and write under her grip, moaning her name and little pleads. her tongue darted into the tightness of your hole, introducing even more honey for her to lick clean. if janet was dreaming, she never wanted to wake up.
safe to say, you will be trying this out again.
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