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- masterlist below ⤵︎
JAAFAR JACKSON ⊹₊⟡⋆
the lady in my life
something i never asked for
crush
harmless
lick
you and jaafar watching love island together
so easy to fall in love (mini series)
being jaafar’s favorite cart girl
washing his overgrown curls
being jaafar’s ex wife
jaafar can’t keep his eyes off you
more than enough 4 u
you and jaafar at wimbledon
seeing how your boyfriend would respond to bullies
jaafar’s puppy interview
morning dew ;)
MICHAEL JACKSON ⊹₊⟡⋆
my distant lover
i’m so blue
all i do
my love for you
working with michael on set
you being obsessed with michael’s big doe eyes
bringing michael to the juneteenth cookout
michael spoiling you rotten
bad tour with michael
michael being obsessed with a dallas cowboy cheerleader
michael defending you from pac
he’s mine, 2
JERMAJESTY JACKSON 𐙚₊˚⊹♡
workouts with jermajesty
nerd!majesty and his outgoing girlfriend
jerdada taking care of you while drunk
nerd!majesty struggling to talk to you
pregnancy cravings with maj
taking over influencer!gfs vlog
maj and his butterflies
sleepover with nerd!maj
texts with boyfriend!majesty
maj loving your country accent during sex
rage baiting jermajesty
CARL WITNESS LEE SCHMIDT ୨୧˚
cake challenge with carl
carl naming his yacht after you
being in a couple with carl
the first coupling
hideaway with carlbaby
DJED SPENCE ੈ✩‧₊˚
lovelocked (love island au)
two on one + jude bellingham
ANIYA HARVEY ೀ⋆｡˚
being turned on while aniya yells at kc
ANTHONY BRIDGERTON ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
a season unpromised
BENEDICT BRIDGERTON 𓈒⟡₊⋆∘˚⊹ ࿔
over the garden wall
a season of possibility
LEX LUTHOR ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚
lex hates everyone but you
stay
TYRIQ WITHERS . ݁₊ ⊹ .
one night only
love, love, love
this christmas
JACKIE JACKSON ⊹₊⟡⋆
you really got a hold on me
feenin’
stuck on you
interviewing the jacksons
BISHOP ⊹₊⟡⋆
missing bullets, 2
you’re a stripper at the club who just so happens to fall in love with bishop
the movie you two put on for movie night wasn’t even thirty minutes in, and Jermajesty had you face down, ass up on the bed. He was resting up against the headboard while his arms were wrapped around your thighs, burying himself deeper into your puffy folds that were drenched with your arousal—you couldn’t do anything but let out incoherent babbles and short, breathy moans as he slurped his life away, lapping up your juices, whining at your taste.
each time you made a weak attempt to move your hips up to get away from the stimulating pleasure, Jermajesty would snatch you back, his grip on your thighs tightened as he pulled you closer to his face to the point that his lower half of his face and the tip of his nose was completely soaked. “keep still for me mama.” his words were muffled as his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, applying light suction—the vibrations and the pressure on your clit made your nerves tingle, a loud whine ripping from your mouth.
to stimulate things even more, he slowly started moving your hips back and forth, his nose brushing up against your clit as he sloppily made out with your pussy—your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head, soft cries spilling from your lips; you could only lie flat on the bed, taking everything Jermajesty gave you.
jermajesty is a certified eater and yall can’t tell me differently..
⋮ ✶┆what was supposed to be a sweet movie night between friends turns into… something else entirely.
⋮ ✶┆ 𝒻. black reader x best friend!michael j. | smut mdni. aphrodisiac. loss of control. marathon sex. he’s technically drugged : everyone is consenting. marking. softdom!mike?. dry humping but it’s not dry at all. pining. unprotected sex. p in v. thigh fixation. pussy drunk. just lost in it really. dirty talk. lot of cum. lots of nicknames incl mama cuz I love it. circa 1979. valentines came early. purity police might execute me for this one. wc. 6K
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One thing Michael knew to be wary of was taking things from fans. It had been drilled into his brain since he’d been alive to not take things from strangers generally, but since he and his brothers started garnering more attention, the rule became infinitely more important. A matter of his safety at times.
He adored his fans of course, he’d give them any and everything if he could, but he knew the nature of some of them— that they had the capability to be a little dangerous. Just as anyone in the world could be.
And of course he wanted to give everyone a piece of himself, to make each and every person who supported him feel seen and special. Especially if they were pretty.
It wasn’t uncommon for fans to want to gift Michael things to express their adoration. They loved what he did, so when a young woman came backstage to meet the brothers after a concert, a little intricately decorated white box in hand, it wasn’t all that suspicious.
Michael took the box happily, thanking them with that warm and overly bright smile he gave only to women, along with a hug that lasted far longer than just friendly.
You’d noticed the exchange from where you were perched across the room and watched the two interact. The flirting was obvious to anyone with eyes. And she was gorgeous, a fact you were sure hadn’t slipped his mind. Just his type.
The whole exchange made something in the corner of your eye twitch and as if he could feel you staring, Michael’s gaze snapped to yours curiously. You tried to school your features into something unbothered and he raised a brow at you, asking a silent question.
You okay?
You two did that often, spoke to each other without words from across the room.
You ignored him this time, turning your gaze away to look elsewhere, but from the corner of your eye, you noticed him lean in and whisper something to the girl. It was probably due to the sudden noise spike in the room but you’d guessed that probably wasn’t all.
A moment later he excused himself, gathering the box in his hands and trudging through the small crowd of fans, press, and security gathered backstage. A few tried to stop him, grabbing at the sleeves of his outfit for his attention but he eventually made it to you, a sly and overly sweet smile on his face.
He was still all sweaty from the show, curls sticking to his forehead, the sweat and hair product mixed and dripping from his neck.
“What’s that?” you asked, unable to hide your nosyness as he sidled up next to you, placing the box down gingerly. It really was beautiful. You’d never have suspected what was inside.
“It was supposed to be a Valentine’s gift.” he pulled at the ribbon holding the top in place and peered inside. “Why, you jealous?”
Your response was quick. “Not even a little.”
Nestled neatly in the box was a dozen individually wrapped roses, arranged in a small bouquet. It even had little dried flowers and other greenery tucked between each rose, making it look all the more real.
You would have thought they were real if not for the little card inside. You plucked it out holding it up in front of Michael.
“Enticing Eternity Chocolate.” you read aloud flipping it over. You didn’t recognize the name printed— it being some Belgian chocolate brand.
“It’s pretty.” Michael remarked, taking one out, lifting it to his nose to smell it.
“Michael Jackson I know you aren’t about to eat that.” you looked at him like he was crazy, eyes squinted, a disappointed frown marring your features. He could be so careless.
He scoffed, not meeting your eyes before placing the chocolate back down. “No, ‘course not.”
“Liar, you know better than to eat that. God knows what’s in it.” you wrinkled your nose in a way Michael found cute.
“If I were to guess… I’d say milk chocolate, white chocolate, dark chocolate and caramel.” he listed, voice light and playful. He was trying to get that reaction from you that he loved so much. And you took the bait.
You pinched his hip and he jumped a little. “Smartass. Y’know what I mean.”
He leaned over the table, placing a hand right by your hip, eyes looking into yours enticingly. “C’mon try some, they even got your favorite, raspberry crème.” He held the bloom to your lips.
“Nu uh, I’m not eatin’ that Mike.” you crossed your arms, trying to ignore his sudden closeness. He always got close like this, not having a gauge for most peoples personal boundaries. Not that you two really had any.
“What if I fed it to ya’?” he pressed a little closer, his usually bright eyes turning a different shade, still blown wide with the adrenaline of performing. He loved to tease and you knew that. Still didn’t stop the thought of Michael’s fingers in your mouth, melted chocolate dripping off and onto your tongue while he fed it to you.
He seemed to see the moment your mind wandered off because his jaw clenched slightly like he was holding something back.
“Michael! Get back ova here boy, you not done.” the spell was immediately broken by his father’s voice. You both tore your eyes from each others looking back towards Joseph standing a few feet away, patience clearly wearing thin.
“Yes I’m comin’.” Michael spoke respectfully before rolling his gaze back around to you, looking at you as if you could do something to save him from his dad. You wished.
“Lord give me strength.”
You pressed a hand against Michael’s shoulder in a comforting gesture, offering a reassuring smile. “It’ll be over before you know it.”
The smile Michael returned back was much more strained but you appreciated the effort. “See you later? Y’ still comin’ over tonight right?”
“And risk missing movie night? Never.” Michael grinned and turned, offering you a wink before disappearing back into the crowded meet and greet.
What you didn’t know was that tonight for Michael wasn’t supposed to be just an ordinary scheduled movie night. He had a plan.
Tonight was the night he’d confess his feelings for you, and hopefully, ask you to be his girlfriend. You’d been friends since you were babies, with you knowing him since before he was Michael Jackson of the Jackson 5 turned Jackson’s.
You knew that little boy from Gary, who wasn’t often allowed to play outside and who came to school sad about what was going on at home. You’ve been a person, aside from his mom, who he’d come to for comfort for a long time. And that bond you shared only grew with you both.
He didn’t really start noticing the turn his feelings had taken from friendly until his adolescent years. Suddenly things were changing. He was changing, you were changing. Becoming your own beautiful person, and his admiration for you only grew.
He stated noticing how much he liked being around you, how much he liked when you touched him, or drew him into a hug.
And if he noticed, it wasn’t long before other boys started noticing too, but thankfully, you didn’t pay them any mind. Didn’t stop Michael from being agitated when you’d smile in some guys face or hang out with other boys.
And that feeling never left as you both creeped into your adult years. He still felt the same about you. Loved what his heart did when he thought about or was near you, which was a lot.
He didn’t have a single clue if you felt the same. He knew you probably better than anyone but you didn’t wear your heart on your sleeve like he did. If you liked someone, it was impossible to tell unless you outright said it. You were honest and blunt like that. And you’d given no indication that you felt anything but friendly.
So this would be a leap for Michael but he figured he waited long enough. And if things didn’t go well… well he didn’t want to think about that.
Today was the perfect day to confess. Mostly because he wouldn’t have anyone in his ear, or yellin’ halfway across the hall. All his brothers and sisters would be out, per his request, and his parents would also be out tonight— a carefully planned date he’d convinced them that they needed. It was almost a dream come true how empty the house was.
He had the snacks already set out on the coffee table, and the disgustingly buttered popcorn you loved so much already made the way you liked.
Last thing he was missing was the ice cream. When he bent to look in the fridge though, the white and gold box shoved to the back caught his eyes. He of course didn’t listen to you when you said to toss it. They were so pretty and someone had given them to him as a gift.
Plus, he was getting the munchies and way too curious. Just one bite wouldn’t hurt and after all, who was Michael to turn down chocolate. He decided to pick the one you probably would’ve liked most.
Dark chocolate with raspberry crème filling. He unwrapped it slowly and brought it to his lips. The first bite he took was, honestly, a little underwhelming. It tasted bitter, like he’d shoved an entire spoon of cocoa powder in his mouth. But for some reason, he kept eating, like it would get better.
The second bite was near addictive. The strong cocoa taste dissipated into something dark, smooth and rich. And when the sharp, vibrant, raspberry flavor mixed in. It was over. He finished the whole thing in seconds. Even went so far as to have another. And another.
He didn’t even care for dark chocolate normally but something about the thing had him licking at his fingers for every last bit of it.
He was about four in and about to have another when the sound of the door opening met his ears and you padded into the kitchen, letting yourself in like you often did.
Your eyes landed on Michael, hunched over the counter, the dim lights of the kitchen shadowing him.
“I swear I told you not to eat those.” you eyed him warily. The way his lips were wrapped firmly around his pointer. He let it go with a pop, like a kid who’d been caught.
“They’re actually really good.”
“Michael my point was you don’t know what’s in that. It could be poisonous or something.” you were exasperated, pinching your nose bridge. Sometimes he reminded you of a bad ass little kid.
“Well, I’ve been eatin’ it and I’m fine. Plus they were wrapped up.” he shrugged and placed the lid back on the box before shoving it back in the fridge.
“How many have you eaten?”
“I don’t know like— three, four ish.”
“Michael!” you threw your hands up.
He moved around the counter and in your direction, hands pressing into your shoulders. “Relax, I’m fine. And if I’m not later, then I got you here with me.”
Despite his words you couldn’t help the knot of worry building in your stomach. Truthfully you wanted to call him a damn fool but you didn’t. Instead you nodded and let him lead you over to the tv, already paused on The Sound of Music. Something you both almost never tired of watching.
You settled on the couch, already falling into your usual routine, passing around snacks, fighting over blankets before you both just decided to share it. You watched Michael and giggled as he playfully sung the melody to My Favorite Things with Julia Andrews. He could never help himself and it was something you always looked forward to.
You didn’t notice anything off with Michael until a few moments later.
He wouldn’t stop adjusting. Every two seconds you’d see from the corner of your eye, he'd raise up and shift, the couch cushions repositioning under his weight.
“You okay?” you turned your head that was pressed into his shoulder, peering up at him. You’d ended up in your normal position after the snacks were gone, tucked into his side with his arm around you.
“Yeah m’good,” he cleared his throat. “It’s just a little warm.” he sounded a little winded. You sat up to press a hand to his forehead feeling for a fever of some type. He did feel warm.
“Maybe take the blanket off of you?” you suggested. He kicked the blanket off but grabbed one of the nearby pillows, sitting it firmly in his lap and holding it. You took the blanket off too even though the house was a little chilly, you tended to run colder.
You thought that would fix it but as the minutes ticked by he just got more antsy and a whole lot warmer. You could feel him practically radiating heat onto your side.
“I think I need to lie down.” he spoke suddenly, voice hoarse.
“Alright, go ahead.” you sat upright clearing space for him. You’d assumed he would lay his head on your lap, like he sometimes did when you watched movies together. But the way he was looking at you, he looked hesitant.
Michael didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him.
It’d started about fifteen minutes into the movie. But it was easy enough to ignore. It felt no more than a stomach ache.
But twenty five more minutes and that dull feeling persisted and grew into a deep and relentless feeling. And then he started to get hard in his sweats. He didn’t even know what the hell to do about it. And you suggesting to remove the blanket had him panicking.
He started noticing more things too. After a certain point he’d locked completely out of the movie, his full attention falling on you. The feeling of your body pressed into his was maddening. More so than usual. Just the feeling of your skin touching his had his whole body on fire.
He felt every breath you took like it was breathed directly into his lungs, his senses honed into whatever reactions you had. And when you took the blanket off, he’d honed in on your newly exposed skin. The way your shorts sat high on your hips, the invitingly plush skin of your thighs. It was all he could think about.
And you seemed none the wiser.
Because if you knew the thoughts circulating in his head, you probably wouldn’t let him near you, let alone lay on you.
You looked so soft. And it wasn’t like it was the first time. And you were offering yourself up. Or that’s what it felt like. Michael knew his body was gonna make the decision before his rational brain could.
He stretched out onto the couch, resting his head on your legs, making an attempt to get comfortable. He thought he was doing a good job at pretending everything was okay.
He was tracing small shapes and patterns on your legs, the movie becoming his personal background noise. His mind drifted to a much dirtier place. A place where he ran his hands up your thighs. Or dipped his hand between your legs. All the way up to your—
He felt your fingers caress up his back and into his hair and it sent a jolt through him. You gently rubbed his scalp through his curls, and he melted into your touch instantly, turning his face deeper into the crease of your thighs, inhaling softly.
“Does that feel good?” your voice was a quiet whisper.
Michael just nodded because he was one slip up from whimpering like a dog into your leg. The same ones that were squeezing together slightly the farther he pressed his face in. This wasn’t a part of your usual routine.
Something about this was nearly euphoric for Michael. Having your skin on his, his face pressed between your legs and your hand in his hair. Your smell was surrounding him and he was in heaven. So much so that he couldn’t control the way his hips started to inconspicuously ground into the couch.
You were starting to get a little worried. You weren’t completely oblivious. It was impossible to not notice his strange behavior. Not to notice the way his nose burrowed into you. His deep inhales. He was so close and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together against the tension building.
You felt like a pervert for where your head was at. He was just trying to get comfort and here you were thinking less than pure thoughts. Thoughts of his head between your legs in an entirely different way.
Above all else though, you were worried. He was growing hotter by the second.
“Michael?” the sound that left him was completely wrecked. A low whine piercing the air.
“What’s going on with you? You’re so hot.” your voice held a mix of worry and confusion but all he’d heard was ‘you’re so hot’.
You dipped your hand into the back of his t shirt to feel the rest of his skin. He nearly melted at the feeling of your palm on his back. It felt so good to have your hands on him.
“Hn— please—“ he was clutching at the fabric of your shirt, nestling deeper between your thighs which he’d managed to part slightly. He was practically nuzzling his nose right into the apex of your thighs, breathing you in.
“Michael!” your voice seemed to knock him out of it and he shot up quickly kneeling against the couch and panting. He looked like he did after a performance, eyes dilated, hair a mess, and damp with sweat. His breath was coming out in uneven spurts through his nose, eyes flitting around anxiously, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth nervously.
He couldn’t even look at you. He was so fucking hard, it almost hurt and somthing about you was making his control slip faster and faster. He needed you gone before he started grinding up against you like a needy puppy. Or something else he might not regret.
“I— I’m just not feeling too well. I think we need to call it a night.” he tried to keep his voice measured, inching away from you slightly. It almost hurt to do so.
“Hey, I’m not leaving. Especially not if you’re sick. C’mere.” you don’t wait for him to come to you. You just grabbed him and started inspecting his body curiously.
You didn’t see anything visibly worrying and a thought suddenly crossed your mind, “Wait right here.” you got up off the couch and headed for the kitchen and Michael fought the whine crawling up his throat at the loss of contact.
You took the box of roses out the fridge, before removing the lid. You looked around in the box when you noticed another small card tucked away, revealed by the roses Michael had eaten.
You fished it out, eyes scanning over the words.
Aphrodisiac Chocolate. Intended for the one you love. No more than one per person. And a whole list of other side effects.
“What? What’s it say?” Michael asked frantically, already coming into the kitchen fighting the feeling forming in his gut.
“It says uhm…” you trailed off still inspecting the card as if you could will the words to rearrange themselves into something you could comprehend.
He plucked the card from your hands, eyes going wider as they dragged across the words.
“Oh god and I had four.” he sounded absolutely freaked out.
You sighed out exasperated and a little fed up, crossing your arms over your chest. “This is why I told you to listen to me. You can’t just go around eating things that random fan girls give you. It’s not safe and you’re way too trusting. I mean I swear it’s like you don’t even—“
Michael wasn’t even listening to a word of your rambling. It was like his brain kicked completely off and stalled. The only thing he could focus on was the curve of your mouth forming around the words. The plushness of your lips and the high shine gloss coating them, drawing him in.
You snapped in front of his face. “Michael, are you listening?”
He didn’t answer. He barely even heard you over the sound of his pulse thundering in his ears.
He didn’t even have a moment to stop himself before he grabbed at you, shoving you up against the fridge door, crowding your space. He pressed his nose into your neck, taking a deep inhale of your perfume, his hands gripping at your hips.
You couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room anymore. Not when it was pressed against your thigh where he was grinding his hips.
“Please, I need you to help me…it hurts and— my body is so hot.” he was panting in your ear voice strained and barely audible.
Your eyes widened, a mixture of arousal and surprise causing your breath to catch. He was trembling in your arms, barely holding himself up. Clearly the thing had him acting erratic. But he was your best friend. You couldn’t leave him like this.
You swallowed nervously before speaking. “What— what do you need me to do?”
“M’ burning up. Please touch me. Need t’ feel you.” he pleaded, pressing open mouthed kisses over the column of your throat and pressing his face in. The contact had heat pooling between your thighs, even more so when his hand dipped underneath the back of your shirt, dragging over your ribcage.
“Michael— you don’t even know what you’re asking.” you swallowed hard. “You’d only regret it in the end.”
Michael pulled his head from your neck, his lust filled eyes meeting yours and flitting between them. He brought a large palm to cradle the side of your cheek, his thumb smoothing over the spot. The desire welling in his gut still persisted. But he needed you to know.
“I promise you I wouldn’t. I don’t want anyone else but you… but if you don’t want that then I need you to leave. Now.” he inched back away from you, giving you enough room to move away and leave if you wanted.
But you didn’t move.
You stayed firmly planted where he had you in his arms. He didn’t waste another moment, surging forward to claim your lips. It was like he melted into you, pulling you in as if to tuck you into a little corner of his body. His head was still fuzzy but one thing was incredibly clear to him.
He needed to get you upstairs and in his bed now before he tore all your clothes off right in the kitchen.
He detached his lips from yours with great effort, backing up to look into your eyes again. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, yes I’m sure. And very willing please just—“ you let out a surprised yelp when he dipped forward suddenly, picking you up and carrying you over his shoulder. Now Michael wasn’t the biggest man in the world, but his quiet strength shocked you sometimes. He was almost sprinting up the stairs, until he reached his door which he shut before placing you on the bed.
He was on you again. His kiss this time was less frantic, more gentle and soft but still deep and hungry. And the more he kissed you, the more you wanted from him.
You licked at his bottom lip, taking it into your mouth before opening back up. He makes a pleasured sound low in his throat and you start feeling heat coil in your gut.
You angle your body before wrapping your leg around his hip and dragging him down onto you. He immediately starts grinding his hips against yours in slow circles, seeking pleasure, and you moan into his mouth.
You can feel him, hard and insistent rubbing against your cunt through your shorts. And the more you touched him, the warmer your body got. The more arousal started to pool between your legs before it became uncomfortable.
“Michael— please take these off. You’re teasing.” he pulled up, looking down at you sprawled out on his bed. It was like something from a dream.
“Okay, okay y’ want me to take these off honey?” he hummed already reaching for the waistband to your shorts. He slipped them down your legs before tossing them away somewhere.
The sight that met him had his lust clouded brain frazzled. The entire crotch of your panties was soaked through, making the outline of your pussy practically visible through the fabric. And if he looked closely enough, he could see the little twitch of your clit peeking through.
“Fuck—“ he could feel the burn worsening. The need to bury himself inside you and fuck you taking over his thoughts like a parasite. But a fixation had him halting a moment, bringing his thumb to draw circles over your clit through the fabric. And he was so pleased when you writhed on the bed, gripping at his wrist, your legs falling shut slightly.
He got up off the bed and quickly shoved his pants off, his boxers following.
He was hard and long but not overly thick, flushed a deep red color from increased blood flow and arousal.
You and Michael were close, but you’d never been this exposed to each other before. You’d both expected to feel self conscious, but were surprised at the absence of shyness or discomfort.
There was really only one thing going through Michael’s head. He gave himself a few experimental strokes and hissed at the sensitivity, small moans slipping past his lips.
Then he brought himself down, kneeling between your legs, before running his tip over the fabric of your panties. He nearly comes from the feeling of your slick soaked panties alone. You’re both moaning every time he nudges against your clit, keeping himself pressed firmly between your legs while he thrusts against you.
“Hah— I — hmm ‘m jus’ gonna do this kay? Not gonna put it in.” but god he wanted to. He was doing this for your benefit. You’d only offered to help him get off. That didn’t require penetrative sex. And maybe it would be enough. Despite the fact that his brain was screaming at him that it wouldn’t. Screaming at him to just slip your panties off and fuck you properly.
“Ohmygod— Mike please!” your cries were desperate as you rut your hips up against his, trying to catch that perfect angle that made your toes curl and your legs tense. It was almost torturous what he was doing.
“Just a little bit more pretty girl okay?” he whined out, mouth coming over yours. He tried to kiss you but just ended up pressing your mouths together while you both panted.
The sounds of frantic breaths, skin meeting and the bedframe creaking were all that could be heard while you both slide against each other, chasing release.
Your shirt was still on and he shucked it up over your breast with the hand that wasn’t holding his dick. As soon as your tits are presented to him, he’s palming them, surging forward to suck a nipple into his mouth.
“Nnn shit— please don’t stop, baby.” your hands were holding the back of his neck, fingers threading into his curls. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against you when he pressed closer.
“Fuck— you’re so sweet like this y’know. Lettin’ me rub up against you. My sweet girl, always helpin’ me out.” he titled his head up, dark brown eyes peering at you from your chest and you keened at the praise. He felt the spasms from your cunt reacting— wanting so bad to be filled up by him.
“Michael please, need more.” your eyes were wide and glassy looking down at him, begging for more contact, more friction.
“M’sorry mama I don’t wan’ you t’ hate me but… I have an idea.” he pulled back looking down at the mess he’d made on your panties. His white milky precum mixing in with your slick.
He gingerly peels the middle of your panties up, strings of your arousal snapping against the fabric, and slides his dick under the fabric. The feeling of your warm wet heat sliding against his velvety shaft without the barrier was euphoric. Just skin against skin. And now, every time he slid forward his tip would catch right on your clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips.
“Oh this is so much better.” his voice cracked slightly on the words, his sharp thrusts drawing out gasps from your lips. He was grinding his dick along your messy and soaked folds, hips moving in that smooth and controlled way only he could.
The slick friction has Michael’s abs tightening and he cums before he can even think about it. Or stop it. He cums a lot, ropes coating over your already dripping sex and naval.
And even though he just came, that feeling still doesn’t go away. If anything it just made him feel worse.
“Mmmngh— ‘m sorry pretty. Can we do it one more time? Jus’ one more time okay?” he begged and begged, voice desperate, already moving to press against you again.
He was much more enthusiastic this time, chasing after his release with fervor, his cum still between your pelvises making him lose him slip over your pussy. You were a mess at this point, hands gripping anywhere they could and moaning out. You knew this wasn’t going to be enough. For either of you.
“Mikey, need you inside please.” he stalled, coming to a complete halt. He knew he wasn’t gonna need much convincing, but still—
“Are y’sure?” he looked manic but needed to make certain it was something you actually wanted.
“Yes, yes please.”
He didn’t need to be told again. He sat up before roughly flipping you over onto your stomach, pulling you to the edge of the bed. His hands gripped at your hips, lifting them up while a hand smoothed down over your back to press you down, chest flush with the mattress.
He brought his dick to your entrance and pressed inside without preamble. He’d had enough teasing and was met with very little resistance, you being worked up and wet enough.
At the first feel of him inside you, you both let out a simultaneous moan. He was in pure ecstasy. And the angle had him hitting a spot deep inside you every time he pressed his hips to yours. He didn’t know if it was the drugs or just you but he felt like he’d finally gotten some relief. So he chased after that feeling.
It was messy and heated, slick sounds from your combined wetness ringing in his ears and spurring him on. Little groans of your name and whimpers were leaving his lips and every time your pussy spasmed and drew him in was like heaven had fell down and relocated between your legs.
He hardly knew what to do with himself. He just watched that little ring coating around your entrance where he was sliding in and out of you.
“Feel good mama, y’like when I’m deep inside you like this? C’mon, tell me how it feels angel.”
“Ss’so good.” you couldn’t frame together a full sentence, drool spilling from the corner of your lip while he fucked you.
Michael was relentless, hips smacking roughly against yours. At some point you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and collapsed down onto the mattress. And instead of hauling you up, he just followed you down, plastering himself firmly to your back.
“Nu uh please don’t run mama, mm not done yet. Still need this pussy. Gotta take it.” he huffed out into your ear and tightened his hold on you, dragging you into his thrusts. You were thankful when he dipped his hand around your body, reaching to rub tight circles over your clit. Even if he was fucked out of his mind, he wouldn’t forget your pleasure.
You were wailing out, repeated cries of his name and please all stringing together in an indistinguishable mess.
“Pussy so sweet to me, gonna come for me? Yeah she is— you’re so close aren’t you?” he was babbling so much, all of it bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you came with a barely audible cry.
His hips still didn’t stop, he kept the momentum going, fucking you through your orgasm, and when you finally were ready to come back down he still hadn’t stopped. You were feeling the beginnings of overstimulation setting in, your limbs shaking slightly.
Michael finally pulled off you and flipped you back over. He looked apologetic and in a daze as he wrapped your thighs up in his hands, spreading you open and shoving a leg over his shoulder.
You had a feeling of what he was gonna say next. He kissed your ankle sweetly before speaking. “Jus’ one more time okay sweet girl, I promise jus’ one more. Y’can do that right? Doin’ so good for me.”
One more time actually turned into about five more times, Michael bending you into any position his mind could conjure up in his sex induced haze. You’d lost track of just about everything, but around your last time, when things had finally started to tame, it felt different.
It wasn’t frantic and chasing like it had been. He went slow and pressed deep. It was reverent and loving and had you clawing your nails against the slope of his back. He didn’t say much but the message was there in the way he caressed you after, pressing gentle kisses all over you.
The last thing you remember is him whispering something in your ear before your body took the rest that it needed.
You woke the next morning to a harsh sound directly in your ear. Your body felt like it’d been hit by a truck but you managed to turn to be met with a soundly sleeping Michael, mouth open and arm draped over your hip. He was snoring, you realized with a smile. At least he was actually sleeping for once.
You stretched your limbs out as best you could, head pressed into the pillow. You needed to get up, your brain already running scenarios in your head for what you’d do when he got up. A cold fear crashed into you when you thought of what he’d say.
If he’d regret this whole thing. Because you didn’t. It was unexpected, sure but you didn’t regret it. You knew the feelings you had for Michael before this whole thing even happened. Ones you tried to push down because you thought it was the right thing to do.
You decided that you wanted to be up first and at least have clothes on or got in the shower for this conversation. You pried your limbs from under his body, attempting to not wake him up.
You went to pick your clothes up off the floor when you caught sight of your reflection in a mirror near the wall.
“Holy fuck.” you furrowed your brows moving closer. All marred across your skin were deep marks, ranging in color and size. You’d be hard pressed to find a spot untouched.
Michael stirred on the bed lifting up and wiping sleep from his eye. When he saw you across the room he got a deeply embarrassed look on his face. How could he look so innocent after what happened last night?
“I uh— I’m sorry about that. I may have gotten a little carried away.”
You turned to inspect your back and ass, tilting your head at him. “A little carried away? It looks like I got mauled.” you pointed to a bruise on your thigh glaring at him playfully. Truthfully, you weren’t all that upset at all. You enjoyed last night.
“Sorry I was just havin’ too much fun. It was jus’ the drugs in my system.” he’d said it with a shrug like it was no big deal. Your brows drew down immediately.
“So… all of last night, that was just the drugs?” you held your breath, waiting for an answer, eyes staring into his expectantly. You were already planning your emotionally detached response and escape but he seemed to realize how that sounded quickly.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh goodness no no. I didn’t mean— of course not. I wouldn’t do that to you.” he reassured and you let out the breath you’d been holding.
“I promise you it didn’t mean nothin’ to me.” he said, eyes filled with something you couldn’t put a name to yet. But you believed him and his words eased your mind.
“Okay. These bruises are still crazy though. How am I supposed to hide this Michael?”
contains: 18+, mdni!, p in v, unprotected sex wrap yo will don’t be silly, size kink if you squint, big dick randy, fwb, verydom randy
notes: “ppl writing them toxic fics abt the wrong brother” @jermajestysbaby after seeing Randy Jrs tweets
earlier in the day you posted a risqué picture of yourself on your instagram story and of course everyone liked it and filled your dms with compliments, fire emojis, and thirsty desperate men but you were waiting for a certain someone to see it…Randy
you said in bed doomscrolling on tiktok when your phone vibrates in your hand, you look at the notification and a very pleased smirk comes across your face
rjacksonjr liked your story
suddenly a call came to your phone showing the contact “rj” your smirk grew wider
“got his ass”
…
a knock was heard at the door and you walked towards it, your house shows making noise skidding across the floor
you untied your robe and then opened your front door and there he ways
“long time no see” you purred, leaning against the doorframe, he looked down at you and bit his bottom lip “hey stranger” he murmured, taking a slow step past you and into the apartment
“how you been?” you asked closing the door and leaning your back against it, he stood in front of you, his hands in his pockets “good, you?” he replied
the two of you stared at each before crashing your lips together, you wrapped your arms around your neck and he lifted you off your feet
…
“fuck Randyyy!”
you screamed into the pillow Randy had your face pinned against
his fingers were tangled deep in your hair, holding your head firmly in place, while his other hand pressed heavy against the small of your back, holding your hips perfectly pinned beneath him as he repeatedly pounded into you from behind
the heavy sound of skin slapping against skin and his ragged breath filled the dimly lit bedroom
“ss’good fuck!” you gasped out, grabbing the sheets tightly in both fists
“you knew exactly what you were doing when you put that post up, didn't you?” Randy huffed, skin slick with sweat as the bed frame creaked in time with every deep, heavy thrust
“maybe...” you gasped out, barely able to form words over the intense sensation filling you up
“maybe’ my ass” he muttered, letting out a sharp breath as he pulled out just to thrust even deeper, hitting that exact spot that made your thighs tremble uncontrollably “you wanted me right here, say it”
“Randy—“
“say it” he commanded, burying his dick deep inside you, kissing your cervix and then rolling his hips
“wanted you” you cried out, repeatedly curling your toes “i wanted you right here—fuck!”
hearing you admit it broke whatever restraint he had left, speeding up into a furious, unyielding pace his fingers bit into your hips, holding you pinned right where he wanted
“you like playing games, huh” Randy rasped out, his chest as he pulled out just enough to reposition, he grabbed you by the hips, flipped you onto your back, and dragged you down to the edge of the bed
he hoisted your legs up, throwing them over his broad shoulders, he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, locking them against the mattress
“Randy—“ “hold on” he groaned, staring down at you with blown out pupils
he slammed back into you, filling you completely in one hard thrust. you let out a loud, high pitched gasp, your toes curling as he set a rapid pace
“look at me” he commanded, his voice tight with exertion
you forced your eyes open, breathless and dizzy, instantly locking onto his gaze. Randy’s face was flush with heat, he relentlessly pounded into you, driving you deeper into the mattress with every stroke. the bed frame frantically rocking and squeaking
“you wanted to show off for the internet?” he muttered, his thumb tracing over your wrist as he kept you pinned, his thrusts turning fast and short “you think any of those soft-ass niggas in your dms could fuck you like this?”
“No— fuck, Randy, no!” you cried out, your back arching off the bed as your vision blurred. you couldn't even keep your hips still, every time you tried to pull back he used his grip on your legs to pull you right back down onto him
“that’s it…take that shit” he grunted, feeling your inner muscles clamp down tightly around him. he let go of your wrists, slamming both palms flat on either side of your head as he picked up the pace, driving you straight over the edge into a breathless, trembling finish
“oh my god! Randy! please!”
you couldn't even finish the sentence before he set a brand new pace. he hooked his arms beneath your knees, shoving your legs straight up into the air and folding you completely in half, letting him drive deeper than before, hitting that sensitive spot with accuracy that made your whole body shudder
“please what?” he said, staring down at you as he pounded flush against you “you thought we were finished?”
a loud, piercing scream tore from your throat as another intense wave of pleasure surged through you. you reached up desperately, your fingers digging deep into the muscles of his back, your nails dragging down his warm, sweat slick skin
Randy grunted at the sting, his jaw clenching tightly as the pain only seemed to fuel him, driving his hips forward with even more force
“fuck you’re so tight” he rasped out, his chest heaving as he held your legs pinned high in the air, using the leverage to completely run through you
“oh my god you’re fucking so good” you sobbed out, your voice raspy and broken as your head thrashed against the pillows. you couldn't stop the sharp red lines your nails were leaving down his shoulders, but he didn't care, he just tightened his grip, keeping you locked in place
every time you thought you reached your limit, he pushed you past it, the relentless rhythm driving you completely out of your mind until you were clutching onto his back for dear life, screaming and sobbing his name
“don't stop— Randy! fuck! don't stop!”
your nails dug deeper into the meat of his back, drawing dark red lines down his shoulder blades, but the pain only made him snap. Randy let out a rough, guttural growl, his teeth grazing over the curve of your neck as he buried his face into your skin, his hips snapping forward in a fast, frantic rhythm that didn't leave room for you to catch a single breath
your legs were trembling high in the air, held fast by his broad shoulders, your hips rising off the mattress to meet every single heavy, slick thrust
the force of him was relentless, running straight through you until your vision blurred with tears and all you could do was clutch his back and scream his name
you felt the tight, overwhelming coil build in your stomach all over again…harder, hotter, completely out of control
“Randy— I'm gonna—“
“go ahead” he grunted, his fingers digging into your thighs, locking you down “cum on my dick”
your body completely gave in, your inner walls clamping down and throbbing on on his dick in violent, shivering waves
feeling you cum completely undone around him broke whatever thread of restraint Randy had left. he let out a low, heavy groan, and pinned himself against you as his own body went rigid, spilling all his warm cum himself inside you while you both clung to each other
…
“hold still damnit”
you were sitting crisscross on the edge of the sink, in Randy’s oversized shirt. Randy sat on the closed toilet lid in front of you, his back turned, shoulders slouched forward as he rested his elbows on his knees
“i am holding still” Randy grumbled, though his back muscles were flexed tight
you gently dabbed cold water and antibacterial soap over the red lines crisscrossing his shoulder blades. the moment the cloth hit the fresh scratches, Randy flinched, a sharp hiss of pain escaping his teeth as his shoulders jerked upward
“stop moving” you whispered, trying not to smile as you pressed the cloth down again “you weren’t complaining thirty minutes ago”
“thirty minutes ago you weren't trying to skin me” he muttered, turning his head slightly to glare at you over his shoulder “look at what you did to me woman” “you asked for it” you pointed out, wiping the cloth down to his lower back
he stayed quiet for a moment, letting the warmth of the washcloth soothe the sting, before leaning his head back until it rested against your hip and tilting his face up to look at you “next time, keep your hands on the sheets”
“Oh, my god…” you murmured under your breath, currently scrolling through new pictures of your man on Twitter.
Jaafar sat right next to you, completely unaware of what you were looking at. Your thumb moved rapidly across the screen as you liked and saved every single post you saw of him.
His goatee had slowly been growing in, though you had barely noticed it until now. But you knew why it was.
Between the chaos of your schedule and being completely consumed by work lately, time had just slipped right past you.
The times you had come home completely exhausted, stressed, and over it all—your boo always came through to save the day. Even when he was running on fumes and feeling the exact same way, he never slacked on taking care of you.
Lifting your gaze, you finally looked away from your phone and over at him. That was when it really registered the thick, dark hairs framing his lower face, catching the light as his strong jawline flexed. It gave him a whole new level of grown-man look that made your chest tighten.
Reaching out, you grabbed his chin, firmly turning his head toward you so he had no choice but to look at you. Jaafar blinked, looking at you in pure confusion with both brows furrowed.
“Bae, when did you grow this?” you asked, a slow smile pulling at the corners of your lips.
“What do you mean?”
“Baby, this hair on your face. When did this even happen?” Your head cocked to the side playfully, making Jaafar let out a soft laugh.
“Oh, I noticed it a few days ago,” he shrugged. Your fingers naturally rubbed against his chin, the coarse stubble pleasantly tickling your skin.
“And you didn’t think to tell me?”
“No… I wasn’t even planning on keeping it,” his voice dropped into a casual, duh tone.
“But whyyy? You look so sexy with it,” you dragged out the ‘y’, leaning in just a fraction closer.
Jaafar’s face immediately lit up, a sudden, bright smile breaking across his features. “You want me to keep it?”
“Duh, i wanna rub more than my hands on your face” you smirked making jaafar shuffle out a laugh.
“Baby!”
“i’m so serious, you look fine as fuck”
Jaafar locked eyes with you, searching your expression for any sign that you were just playing with him. Seeing that you were dead serious, he finally leaned in, capturing your lips in a warm, lingering kiss.
“Ok, pretty. I’ll keep it just for you.”
You smiled wide, your hand drifting up to play with your sew-in as your tongue ran across your top teeth, feeling the lingering thrill of the moment.
“Good,” you nodded, picking your phone back up. The second the screen unlocked, another breathtaking picture of him stared right back at you, making you practically moan out loud.
“I’ll be right back” you stood up making jaafar snap his head towards you with a raised brow.
“where you going?” he asked as his eyes followed your figure down the long hallway.
childhood bsf!reader taking endless pictures of Michael for “memories” but really she just wants to capture how handsome she thinks he looks in the moment 🤭 ♡ afterwards he gets so flustered, attempting to hide how smitten he is, he always nags you about how terrible he must look only to be met with “oh you hush, michael joseph jackson.”
yk what? at least djed video includes a luh bit of his wallowing! i can’t waitttt for these post casa convos fr! also my girl mari really won me this ep idk how to explain it
exactly, he knows where he went wrong at! mari is also loosely inspired off of my own friend amari lmao. i’m glad yall are having so much fun reading cus im having so much fun writing it!
tagged by @atlantidea thank you & lets pretend i saw the tag months ago <3 reading: old man and the sea but also wuthering heights (they're both kinda meh but im not finished yet so my opinion might change later)
last series: outlander s3 (this show pisses me off so bad but i do enjoy seeing jamie
synopsis: your boyfriend has never seen mean girls. it’s only right that you force him to watch it.
word count: 700
“c’mon babe, i’m ready to press play,” you called out to michael from the living room of your shared home.
“i’m coming jeez, making the perfect bowl of popcorn takes time you know, it’s a science to it,” he chuckles as he plops down next to you on the sofa, placing the red bowl filled with popcorn onto your lap.
you giggled as he pressed his soft lips against your cheek before taking a handful of popcorn into his mouth as you pressed play on the remote.
it was friday night, no kids, no noise, just you and michael. since it was rare to have a night to yourselves, you and michael decided to have a movie night.
“what movie did you pick mama?”
“one of the best movies of this year, mean girls.”
“ can’t be that good, don’t think i’ve seen it.”
your mouth was left agape. how dare he?mean girls was one of the best chick flicks of all time.
on wednesdays we wear pink? get in loser, we’re going shopping? stop trying to make fetch happen? she doesn’t even go here?
he had to be joking.
“babe, you’ve seriously never seen mean girls?”
“what’s the big deal,” he chuckled at your dramatic response. you rolled your eyes as the two of you snuggled up against each other as the movie began.
“gretchen, stop trying to make fetch happen! it’s not going to happen!” you chuckled as you watched regina argue with gretchen.
“oh my gosh, she’s so mean i hate her,” you heard michael murmur under his breath as his eyes watched the tv screen intensely.
“hate all you want, you can’t deny how iconic she is.”
“i guess you’re right.”
“regina wait i didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“to find out that everyone hates me i don’t care.”
“oh my gosh mikey wake up this is the best part,” you nudged his shoulder, making him pop his head back up and focus on the television.
“i wasn’t sleep, i was just resting my eyes.”
“do you know what everyone says about you? they say that you’re a homeschooled jungle freak, who’s a less hot version of me. yeah.”
you watched his hands cover his mouth as a loud gasp left his lips as he watched regina get hit by the bus. he grabbed the remote from you and immediately paused it.
“oh my goodness, i know she was mean but they didn’t have to kill her.”
you couldn’t help but to bust out laughing. michael watched in awe as you clutched your stomach in between giggles.
“mikey, babe, she’s not dead.”
“what do you mean she’s not dead. she just got hit by a bus, like a whole bus.” his eyebrows furrowed, face full of concern and confusion.
“baby, we have to finish the movie,” you managed to say as you wiped the tears that were about to fall from your eyes from laughing so hard.
he hesitated at first but pressed the black play button that sat at the top of the remote. a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw her reappear on the screen moments later.
you rested your head against his shoulder, his arm snaked around your body, hand resting on your bottom.
every so often, you’d sneak a glance up at him, the way his eyes were glued to the television, studying each character like a test. this go round even laughing at the jokes and innuendos throughout the last few moments of the film. you sat up as the end credits began to roll.
“so, what did you think?”
“it was surprisingly good. at first i thought it was just the plastics that were the mean girls but then it dawned on me that every girl in the movie was kinda fake.”
your eyes lit up with excitement.
“exactly babe. see, i knew you would love it.”
“so i guess we’ll have to start wearing pink wednesdays now, huh?”
you cupped his face in your hands, locking your lips with his.
“okay, now should we watch waiting to exhale or legally blonde?”
pairings: jermajesty jackson x black fem!reader
summary: day two of the pods and although you do want to make sure you're fairly exploring all of your potential connections... you can't deny there's only one specific man at the forefront of your mind
tags: pod dating (still), multiple dates, jermajesty is the favorite though, sfw, female friendship bonding starts, mentions of postpartum depression and attempted suicide.
2025
los angeles
when you wake up the next morning, it’s with a smile already on your face as you think about what lies ahead on the second day of dates. yesterday had done enough to ease some of the nerves you’d walked into the experiment with, and now that you knew there was at least one person you genuinely wanted to keep getting to know, you felt more excited than apprehensive about going back into the pods. you go through your morning routine, getting dressed and ready before you make your way into the common room, where a few of the girls are already gathered and making breakfast.
“morning, babe,” one of the girls you made friends with yesterday, sanaa greets you and you smile at her as you walk further into the kitchen.
“morning, ready for today’s round of speed dating on crack?” you ask as you move toward the fridge, and she laughs because after yesterday, that really was the best way to describe it. the two of you had initially bonded over your careers, sanaa being a dietician and you being a clinical psychologist for residential inpatient.
you’d worked with your fair share of clients with eating disorders, so talking to someone who understood that side of treatment had given the two of you plenty to connect over. you knew having her as a referral source could even be helpful in the future once patients felt ready to try and have a healthy relationship with food again, which made it funny to think that even if neither of you left this place with a husband, you might at least leave with a new professional connection and a friend.
“for sure… anybody at the top of your list yet?” she asks.
you can’t help the smile that immediately starts forming as jermajesty comes to mind. you’d only had one conversation with him, and you knew better than to get too far ahead of yourself after a single date, especially in an experiment where you were supposed to continue exploring every connection, but there had been something undeniably different about talking to him. even hours later, you could still remember the sound of his laugh and how easily the two of you had gone from teasing each other to talking about something as vulnerable as his imposter syndrome.
“yes… so hopefully we can have a longer date today… what about you?” you ask her.
sanaa shrugs, but you can tell from the smile she’s fighting back that she already has someone in mind too.
“still testing things out, but amechi has the potential to be my number one pick,” she says and you wink at her.
“oh, he was cool, i could see that, the two of you,” you say and sanaa nods, and then you bite your lip as your thoughts drift back toward your own number one. “i feel the strongest pull toward jermajesty so far, but we’ll see how day two goes,” you say, trying to keep your expectations reasonable even as saying his name brings that smile back to your face.
“i remember him because i thought his name was cool,” she says and the two of you laugh.
“yeah, it’s really unique,” you say, and the two of you go find a place to sit to eat your breakfast and swap stories from the first day in the pods. between bites, you compare some of the good dates and some of the ones you already knew weren’t going anywhere, laughing together over the strange reality that this had somehow become your dating lives for the next several days.
when it’s time for the second day of dates, you enter the pod with a blanket wrapped around you and your journal tucked under your arm, already feeling more comfortable in the space than you had yesterday. you settle onto the couch and pull the blanket around yourself before turning your attention toward the wall.
“helloooo?” you call out in a sing-song voice.
a laugh comes from the other side, but you immediately know it isn’t jermajesty. you’d only heard his laugh for the first time yesterday, yet somehow you already recognize that this one doesn’t belong to him, and you feel the smallest pang of disappointment before the man on the other side speaks.
“hey,” you hear the familiar voice of ben, one of the guys you talked to yesterday.
you liked him well enough, and yesterday’s conversation had been pleasant, so you didn’t want the fact that you had been hoping for someone else to keep you from giving this connection a genuine chance. you knew you’d see jermajesty again today, and part of this experiment meant staying open until you had a reason not to.
“hey, ben,” you greet him warmly.
the two of you spend the date talking more about your careers and what you each want out of life, moving beyond some of the introductory questions you’d covered yesterday. as the conversation continues, though, you start noticing the practical differences between you.
once you talk more specifically about what your lives actually look like outside of the pods, it becomes increasingly clear that your schedules probably won’t be as compatible as either of you would hope for in a serious relationship. there isn’t some dramatic moment where the connection disappears, and you still enjoy talking to him, but you can feel yourself understanding more clearly what the relationship would realistically look like once the experiment ended.
when the date is over, you leave the pod still glad that you gave the conversation a chance and make your way back to the women’s quarters real quick to grab a snack before heading back to the pods for your next date.
on the other side of the wall, jermajesty perks up the second he hears the door open and the faint sounds of you coming inside. he’s hoping that it’s you, even though production already told him it would be since they knew both of you wanted to go on another date today. still, after spending his first date waiting for the chance to talk to you again, he needs to hear your voice before he can completely believe it.
he calls your name through the wall, asking if it’s you, and your eyes immediately light up when you realize who’s waiting on the other side.
“hey, maj,” you say.
jermajesty bites down on his lip as a smile spreads across his face. hearing the nickname from you feels different than hearing his full name, more familiar somehow, especially because he’d only offered it to you yesterday. he’d wondered briefly whether you would actually use it the next time you spoke, and the fact that you remembered makes him smile even more.
“thank god… my first date was so boring, i begged production for our next date,” he says and you laugh, immediately settling back into the easy playfulness you’d found with each other yesterday.
“no way, you did not beg,” you say and he’s laughing too.
“on my knees and everything,” he says and the two of you laugh more while you shake your head, already able to tell he’s going to make it incredibly easy for you to tease him.
“wow, so if you do propose to me, i won’t even be the first person you got on your knees for,” you say shaking your head and jermajesty laughs louder, caught somewhere between being amused by your comeback and the fact that you so casually mentioned the possibility of him proposing to you.
“technically it was for you, we’re on a date now, aren’t we?” he fires back without missing a beat.
you laugh a little while shaking your head again, leaning back into the couch and pulling the blanket more comfortably around yourself. there’s something about talking to him that already feels noticeably different from the date you’d just finished. with jermajesty, you don’t have to search for something to say or wonder where the conversation is supposed to go next. the two of you simply fall back into the rhythm you’d established yesterday.
“alright, you got me there… how was the rest of your night?” you ask.
jermajesty settles onto the couch in his pod as well, getting comfortable now that he knows he has the person he’d been waiting to talk to on the other side of the wall.
“it was alright… going over my notes, thinking about today, what about you?” he asks.
“the same, talking with some of the girls… nobody is really revealing their favorites right now,” you say.
jermajesty raises an eyebrow at your words, his curiosity immediately piqued. he’d spent part of his own night wondering where he fell on your list, especially after putting that number one beside your name without hesitation.
“oh? do you have a favorite yet?” he asks.
you bite down on your lip, enjoying the opportunity to make him wonder for just a little longer even though the answer is sitting clearly in your notebook.
“maybe,” you say.
“are you gonna make me beg?” he asks and you laugh.
“seems like you’re really into that,” you tease.
jermajesty howls with laughter, the sound filling both pods, and you start laughing harder yourself even though you know what you said wasn’t really that funny. something about the way he reacts to you makes your jokes feel funnier than they are, and you’re quickly realizing that you really like being able to make him laugh like that.
“depends on the cicumstances,” he says.
you can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips, and jermajesty smiles on the other side of the wall, loving the sound of your laughter. he’s already beginning to recognize the differences between your laughs, the softer one you give when something amuses you and the little giggle that slips out when he catches you off guard, and it’s strange how quickly those tiny details are becoming some of his favorite parts of these conversations.
“so… how deep are we going today?” he asks.
you smile, glancing down at the journal in your lap. yesterday had given you enough of a connection to know that you wanted to move beyond favorite colors and weekend plans with him. if there was genuinely something here, you wanted to understand what the life he envisioned actually looked like and whether there was room in it for the kind of marriage you wanted too.
“well, we’ve covered one thing nobody knows about us, careers… when you think about marriage, what are you looking for in a wife?” you ask.
jermajesty sits with the question for a moment, really thinking about it instead of reaching for the first answer that comes to mind. he doesn’t want to give you something that just ‘sounds good,’ especially when the entire reason the two of you are here is to decide whether you could build a marriage together. if he’s going to ask you to take him seriously as a potential husband, he wants his answer to be honest.
“i want a partner, you know? someone that i can share the life i’m building with and have her share her life with me too. i want someone who’s there for the good and the bad, on the days things are easy and when things are hard, someone to come home to… someone who Is home,” jermajesty says.
you find yourself smiling at his words, but there’s an ache beneath the smile because you understand exactly what he means.
you’ve thought about that same thing so many times, especially after the difficult shifts that follow you home no matter how hard you try to leave work at work. there have been nights where you’ve come through your apartment door completely drained after spending hours holding space for other people’s pain, only to curl into bed and into yourself while trying to release some of the heaviness you’d carried all day.
on those nights, you’ve found yourself thinking about how nice it would be to have someone waiting for you, someone whose presence alone could remind you that you didn’t have to hold everything together anymore because you were home and safe with them. you wanted someone to comfort you after the difficult days, but you wanted the other side of it too, someone to celebrate wins with, someone whose happiness you could share and whose bad days you could make a little lighter. you wanted a person you could be completely safe with, and hearing jermajesty describe marriage in almost the same way makes the connection you’d already felt toward him deepen.
“yeah… i understand that, and i want the same… someone who is home, who makes me feel safe,” you say.
jermajesty smiles quietly on the other side of the wall, feeling something settle deeper between the two of you. yesterday had made him excited to talk to you again, but this feels different. underneath all the teasing and laughter, he’s beginning to realize that when the conversations turn serious, the two of you seem to be looking for the same kind of love.
“what got you into therapy? like what made you choose that career path?” jermajesty asks, and you take a deep breath, your fingers absently tightening around the edge of the blanket as you pause for a moment and think about how you want to answer him. you knew this question would eventually come up because your career wasn’t something you had chosen randomly, and there was no way to explain why the work meant so much to you without explaining the family history behind it.
the whole point of the experiment was being vulnerable, right? your mom had even given you permission before you came here to discuss what happened because she understood that it was such a large part of why you chose your career path, but knowing you had her permission didn’t necessarily make revisiting those memories any easier.
“i was 15 when my younger siblings were born… and my mom had really bad postpartum depression, and you know, at 15 i didn’t understand what that meant… i was still very irritated that after 15 years i was no longer the only child, irritated that there were two new children instead of just one, and then all of sudden, my mom wasn’t my mom anymore, she was completely shut down, yelling and snapping at us for no reason, irritated when my siblings were crying, she was a shell of herself and at 15, i didn’t understand what was going on,” you say.
jermajesty’s expression slowly falls as he listens, the playful energy from only moments ago replaced by concern as your voice grows softer with every sentence. more than anything, he wishes he could see you. the wall had made it easier for both of you to be vulnerable without worrying about how the other person might physically react, but right now, he hated it. he could hear the emotion slipping into your voice without being able to see your face, and every instinct in him was telling him to move closer to you even though there was nowhere for him to go. he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and let you tell the rest of the story from somewhere safe against his chest.
“i’m so sorry,” jermajesty says softly.
you shake your head, swallowing around the emotion gathering in your throat before continuing.
“my dad and i felt like we were walking on eggshells around the house all the time, and i was pretty much the main one helping him with the twins since my mom was so checked out… and then one day i came home from school and the house was weirdly quiet… you know the kind of quiet where you can automatically feel that something is wrong?” you ask.
the question makes jermajesty’s chest tighten because he knows exactly what you mean. there are some kinds of silence that don’t feel peaceful at all, the kind where something in your body seems to recognize that something isn’t right before your mind has even figured out why.
“yeah, i do…” jermajesty says softly.
“that’s how it felt when i got home that day. i found a note from my dad on the fridge. he stepped out with the twins to take them for a walk because they were fussy and that my mom was upstairs sleeping, so i went upstairs to check on her, and um…”
your voice catches before you can finish, and you sniffle as the memory suddenly feels much closer than twelve years ago. jermajesty immediately frowns when he hears it, his heart aching at the realization that you’re crying somewhere only a few feet away from him and there is a wall making it impossible for him to do the one thing he wants to do most right now. he wishes he could hold you through this, but since he can’t, he makes sure there isn’t even a trace of pressure in his voice when he speaks again.
“take your time, it’s okay,” he says softly.
you gently wipe your eyes, allowing yourself another moment before taking a breath and continuing.
“she was unresponsive… so i called 911 and then i called my dad. she was admitted to a residential facility to get help and i did a lot of research to understand what was going on and it turned out i found mental health fascinating, and i found myself wanting to help others, women like my mom, but then just others in general that suffer from things that oftentimes feel beyond their control,” you say.
by the end of your explanation, jermajesty is smiling softly, not because there is anything good about what happened to you or because he thinks something so painful needed to happen for you to find your purpose, but because he admires what you were able to take from it.
at fifteen years old, you had been thrown into something you didn’t understand, frightened for your mother while helping your father care for two babies, and instead of allowing that experience to make you afraid of mental illness, you had wanted to understand it. eventually, that desire to understand had grown into wanting to help other people through some of the most frightening and vulnerable periods of their lives, and suddenly everything he had sensed about how caring you were yesterday made even more sense.
“that’s a lot to deal with at 15… and i’m so sorry you had to find your mom like that, that must’ve been terrifying,” he says.
you find yourself nodding even though he can’t see you, your eyes lowering toward your hands as you remember just how frightening it had been to be fifteen years old and realize that something was seriously wrong with your mom.
“it was… and my dad, he blamed himself for so long, saying he shouldn’t have left her alone, but he legit thought she was sleeping and since the twins were fussy, he wanted to calm them down so they didn’t wake her up,” you say.
jermajesty frowns again as he listens, his heart hurting for your dad now too. from everything you’ve told him, he can hear how much that period affected your entire family, not just your mom, and how much of it you were old enough to remember with painful clarity. more than anything, though, he finds himself wishing that wall wasn’t there, because words suddenly don’t feel like enough when all he wants to do is reach for you.
“he couldn’t have known,” he said, his voice gentle but certain. jermajesty could understand why your dad had blamed himself afterward, but from everything you had told him, there had been no reason for him to believe that stepping outside with the twins for a little while would lead to what happened.
“we knew she wasn’t okay… we just didn’t know anything about ppd back then,” you say, and there was a difference between knowing something was wrong and understanding exactly what you were dealing with, especially when you had only been fifteen yourself.
“how is she now?” jermajesty asks, and you smile almost immediately, grateful that this part of the story is much easier to tell.
“a lot better. the residential facility really helped… when she came home, it was like i had my mom back again. she was able to build her bond with the twins, and mend things with my dad and me,” you say with a soft smile. even after all these years, there was still something comforting about remembering that period when your family slowly began feeling like your family again, especially after months of not knowing if things would ever return to normal. “and she did give me permission to tell this story, so when all of this airs on netflix she won’t be blindsided,” you say with a small laugh.
jermajesty laughs too, and just like that, some of the heaviness that had settled over both pods begins to lift. he’s relieved to hear that your mom got the help she needed and that your family was able to heal, but he’s also grateful for the little joke because he can hear some of the lightness returning to your voice.
“thank you for sharing that with me… i know that wasn’t easy,” he says. you smile, looking down at the blanket gathered around you as you think about just how much you had actually shared with someone you had only met yesterday.
“i’ve never really told that story to anybody except for my really close friends,” you say. jermajesty’s eyes widen slightly on the other side of the wall, the significance of what you’ve just told him immediately sinking in.
“a few of the guys yesterday asked me how i got into therapy and picking my job, and i… well i didn’t give them the full story i just gave you… just that i had family history of mental health and wanted to understand it better,” you say.
something in jermajesty melts a little bit at that. he knows you’re here to build connections with other men too, just as he’s still talking to other women, and neither of you owes the other exclusivity this early in the experiment. still, knowing that you had chosen to trust him with something you hadn’t shared with anyone else here means more to him than he knows how to properly explain. he doesn’t take it as proof that you’ve chosen him or try to make your vulnerability about himself, but he does understand what a privilege it is to be trusted with a part of your life that you normally keep within such a small circle.
“thank you for trusting me with the full story,” jermajesty says sincerely.
you smile at the warmth in his voice, realizing that somehow it had been really easy to share it with him. you had expected yourself to stumble over the story or pull back once you got to the harder parts, but you never once felt judged or rushed. even without being able to see him, you had felt listened to, and there was something strangely intimate about knowing that when you’d needed a moment, he had simply given it to you.
the rest of the conversation flows easily after that, the vulnerability no longer feeling quite as intimidating now that you’ve crossed that bridge together. jermajesty shares with you about some vulnerable times from when he was a teenager, opening up in return instead of allowing you to be the only one exposing the more difficult parts of yourself.
you listen with an open mind, making a conscious effort not to slip into your therapist mind. sometimes it’s difficult for you to switch that part of yourself off when someone starts telling you about something painful, but jermajesty isn’t your client, and you don’t want to analyze him or search for the perfect therapeutic response. you want to know him, to hear what he’s telling you as someone who cares about the person on the other side of the wall, and you make sure you’re giving him your full attention.
by the time the date begins winding down, neither of you seems particularly eager for the conversation to end. “let’s meet for another date later tonight… i’ll have production set up something for us,” jermajesty says.
your smile grows instantly. you’d already been happy knowing you got to talk to him again today, so the thought of getting another date with him before the night was over sends another little rush of excitement through you.
“i’d like that… what are we gonna do?” you ask.
“we could have dinner, just to start… how does that sound?” he asks.
you feel your heart clenching at the suggestion. two dates with him in one day sounded like heaven, especially after this conversation had taken the connection between you somewhere much deeper than yesterday.
“i would love that,” you say.
jermajesty smiles, biting down on his lip, ecstatic that he gets to spend more time with you later today. he’d gone into this morning hoping he would get another date with you at all, and now he’s already planning the next one before this one has even ended.
“and i took note of your favorite foods and flowers, so i’ll surprise you, okay?” he says.
you find yourself blushing, the heat rushing into your cheeks before you can stop it. those favorite-food and favorite-flower questions had felt like such small pieces of conversation yesterday that you hadn’t thought much about them afterward, but he had remembered enough to write them down and was already planning to use them to make your next date special.
“i can’t wait,” you say, and he chuckles at the excitement he can hear in your voice.
“eager for me already?” he teases. you both laugh, the playful ease between you returning just as naturally as it had disappeared when the conversation became serious.
“shut up,” you say. jermajesty laughs harder, clearly pleased with himself for getting that reaction out of you.
“i’ll see you later, okay?” he says. you smile as you stand with your hand resting on the doorknob, reluctant to leave the pod even though you know this time goodbye only means waiting a few hours until you can talk to him again.
“see you tonight, maj.”
when you get back to the women’s quarters, the girls who aren’t on dates look up when you walk in, and apparently the huge grin on your face gives you away before you even have the chance to say anything. you hadn’t realized just how much you were smiling until you felt their attention immediately shift toward you, but after the conversation you’d just had with jermajesty and knowing you were going to get to see him again tonight, you couldn’t exactly help it.
“oh, which boy has you smiling like that?” another one of the girls, jeneé asks you.
“i just finished a date with jermajesty and he asked to see me again tonight,” you say, unable to keep some of the excitement out of your voice, and her face lights up almost immediately.
“oh my god, seriously?” she asks with excitement in her voice, and you nod as you sit down and join her on the couch. once you settle in, you realize sanaa and michelle, another girl you had been getting to know, are there too, and it doesn’t take long before all three women are looking at you with matching expressions that tell you they’re already prepared to make a much bigger deal out of this than you are.
“two dates in one day? you two are definitely walking out of here engaged,” michelle says.
you bite down on your lip as you feel yourself blushing, because even though the thought has crossed your mind, hearing someone else say it aloud on day two makes everything suddenly feel much more real. you liked jermajesty, there was no denying that anymore, but you were also trying to remind yourself that you had only known him for two days and there was still so much about each other you didn’t know.
“it’s only day two, it’s still very early… but he’s definitely at the top of my list,” you say, and they all start smiling at the admission. wanting some of the attention off yourself before they can tease you any further, you turn the conversation back toward them. “what about you guys? do you have a number one yet?” you ask them.
“shawn… he also works in the healthcare field and we bonded about that, and he’s just really sweet and down to earth,” jeneé says as she blushes, the expression on her face making it obvious that there was already more behind her answer than she was letting on.
“assad… i was a little weary when he said he was an actor, but we do live in los angeles and everyone is trying to make it in the industry in one way or another… but he’s hilarious and also adorable at the same time. definitely my favorite,” michelle says with a soft smile on her face as she thinks about their most recent date. “and his accent is so cute,” she adds and you all laugh.
you understood her initial hesitation completely, considering one of the reasons you had ended up applying for the experiment in the first place was because you were exhausted with dating men who were chasing careers in the entertainment industry, but you also knew that didn’t automatically mean assad was anything like the men you’d dated before. if michelle was smiling this much after talking to him, there was clearly something worth exploring there.
“i told you earlier, amechi, and it’s still him. there’s just something about a man not being afraid to cry when he’s being vulnerable that really gets me going,” sanaa says.
the three of you all look at her with wide eyes for a moment before the entire couch erupts into laughter, and sanaa’s expression only makes you laugh harder because she clearly doesn’t see anything strange about what she just admitted.
“no way you got turned on while that man was crying and pouring his heart out to you,” you say, still laughing, and sanaa shrugs her shoulders as she smiles.
“what can i say? it was very sexy,” she says and you all laugh again while collectively shaking your heads at her.
the conversation continues for a little while longer, everyone swapping stories and comparing how different their connections already feel after only two days, but eventually the exhaustion from the long hours of dating begins catching up with you.
“well, i’m going to take a short nap before resuming the rest of my dates,” you say and the girls smile at you as you stand up from the couch.
“but of course we know you’ll be waiting until you can get back in the pods with jermajesty again,” jeneé teases.
you shake your head, although the smile threatening to return to your face doesn’t exactly help your argument.
“no, i swear, i’m giving everyone a fair shot. i said i was going to go all in with this experiment. underneath jermajesty, i’m also building a nice connection with ben… so we’ll see what happens,” you say.
the girls give you a knowing look, clearly unconvinced that ben or anyone else is currently occupying quite as much space in your thoughts as jermajesty is, but they let you go without teasing you any further. you head back toward where the beds are so you can lay down for a while, still intending to keep the promise you’d made to yourself when you entered the experiment and genuinely explore your other connections instead of deciding your future after only two days.
what you hadn’t realized while talking with the girls was that someone else had been listening to the entire conversation.
amber, one of the other pod squad girls, had also set her sights on jermajesty, and hearing you casually announce that he had asked to see you for a second date in the same day had her internally seething. she had already felt her own connection with him developing and wanted more time to explore it, but now there was no ignoring the fact that another woman was quickly becoming serious competition for his attention.
if jermajesty was already asking you for additional dates, amber knew she needed to make an impression of her own.
having trouble deciding whether to make the casa recoupling like season 7 where everyone came back to the villa and then they picked or like season 6/8 idk idk idkkkk. yall pick!
nobody thinking big enough, cause i do need these two in a movie like rn. acting for acting cause i know that shit will be beautiful, and maybe a comedy movie of them being best friends or some shit, something like the hangover (2009) and think like a man (2012)
PERVY!JERMAJESTY who chooses to be your recorder instead of buying you a tripod.
“Jer….” you say shyly, your wet core on display.
“C’mon mama quit bein shy” he says encouraging.
PERVY!JERMAJESTY who sometimes stands near the door to hear your whimpers when you’re recording your audios.
PERVY!JERMAJESTY who was originally your first subscriber then became your boyfriend
ONLYFANS!READER who will wear Jermajesty's oversized shirts when recording or taking pictures.
ONLYFANS!READER who lets jermajesty pick out the lingerie set, or vibrator she'll use for her daily post.
"okay which one baby?" you say showing a teal lingerie set and a purple set.
"mmm this one" he says pointing to the purple one. You smirk at his decision.
ONLYFANS!READER who catches her boyfriend watching her videos randomly.
You once caught him watching your new post in the purple set he chosen.
Catching a glimpse of his hard on peeking through his grey sweatpants.
ONLYFANS!READER who has to deal with the jealousy that comes with Jermajesty hearing you moan your subscribers names.
“It’s just for content” you defend, rolling your eyes.
He scoffs before walking closer breaking the distance between you two, leaning down to your face.
Gripping your jaw, “mama I don’t give a fuck if it was for a million dollars I don’t want to see nor hear that shit” he growls out, looking down at your lips.
You smirk, feeling your thighs squeeze try to subtly squeeze together. Jermajesty catching it of course.
You peck his lips walking off squealing from the footsteps following behind you.
