hiii roraaaaa i love ur fics sm esp the fluff ones nd smut obv HDJDHSHS and omg have u seen jermajestyโฆ๐ซช๐ซช i saw him on my fyp and i was like omg hes so HAWT
this video specifically .. https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSx7M8Yb1/
okay heh i js wanted to share witchu
omg heโsโฆ his voice is all slurrryyyyyy and deep OH MY GODDDDDDDD. whatโs happening to me??? heโs so peng. never meant to get this carried away but word vomit incoming!!!!
and the first vid gives rich bf vibes lowkey, where he just takes you to luxury hotels every weekend and does you however he wants you, and spoils the shit outta you with all the corny shit like drinking champagne in a bubble bath and rose petals on the bed
has you posing all on the bed, making sexy polaroids of you (bye WHICH FREAK ORDERED THAT THOUGHT IN MY HEAD)
sad thing is that he looks like he has bare girls in his phone ๐ญ
(and omg you called me rora :( ARE WE FRIENDS NO ONE CALLS ME A NICKNAME EVER IโM CRYING i love you my baby!!! ๐)
(18+ mdni) i lowkey wanna expand on this. more under the cut ;)
like imagine the drunk sex. youโre both so giggly in the warm water of the bubble bath, your swim suit too tight as he pulls you closer to him.
his hands are alllll over you, tilts your head back to kiss you, a hand gripping your throat. and when you start humping him, and his hips buck up too, the water splashes violently on the tiles of the hotel bathroom.
youโre both soooo out of it, takes you to the bed, the dry rose petals sticking to your wet skin, and heโs all like โput on a show for me, babyโ in that slurry voice of his. and him in that white bathrobe, camera flashes temporarily blinding you.
knows heโs going to keep those pics in the most random places ever. hidden away in the drawer of his nightstand, in his wallet, fuck it, in the sun visor of his car.
he deadass hardens at just seeing your doe-eyes, the drops of water disappearing between your tits. doesnโt hesitate to lick it up too. heโs drunk, duh!
impulsiveness rushes through his veins as he rids you of your bathing suit and puts you in every position possible, your moans too loud, the neighbours are going to hate you.
you literally donโt give a fuck. your rich boyfriendโs spoiling you; who are you to not enjoy that?
oh and deffff takes a pic of you when youโre sleeping soundly after your trip to poundtown. that oneโs definitely gonna be his wallpaper. for sure.
Summary: Jermajesty loves your voice and sweet talks you.
The room is dim, it's quiet the type of quiet that feels like it's wrapping itself. Somewhere between the glow of the TV and you layed up in bed with your boyfriend.
Jermajesty canโt quite hide how much he enjoys the sound of your voice. Itโs subtle at first leaning in a little closer, eyes lighting up like heโs heard something familiar and comforting.
Jermajesty tilts his head when you speak, a soft grin tugging at his mouth. โThere it is again,โ he murmurs. โThat voiceโฆ youโre kind of dangerous, you know that, mama?โ
He laughs lightly when you roll your eyes knowing that was the reaction he was hoping for he loved making flustered and nervous. โNo, Iโm serious, love,โ he adds, gentler now. โSay something else. I just like listening to you.โ
If you try to brush it off, he doesnโt let it go easily just bumps your shoulder with his and says, โCโmon, angel. Donโt act shy on me now, you were doing so good a second ago.โ
really good. the kind of good that made you forget cameras even existed.
you and jermajesty had spent the evening bouncing around los angeles together, grabbing dinner, walking through a few stores, and talking about absolutely nothing important.
your heels clicked against the sidewalk as you left the restaurant, your hand tucked comfortably inside his.
โyou know,โ you laughed, looking up at him, โiโm still mad you made me try that nasty ass drink.โ jermajesty looked offended.
โfirst of all, it was delectable wine.โ
โit tasted like cough syrup.โ
โexpensive cough syrup.โ
you rolled your eyes.
โsee? thatโs exactly why i canโt take you anywhere.โ
he grinned.
โyou love me.โ
โunfortunately i do.โ you said with a smile on your face.
โwow.โ
he clutched his chest dramatically.
before you could tease him again, flashes suddenly exploded in front of your face. you immediately blinked.
paparazzi had came out no where.
โjermajesty!โ
โlook this way!โ
โcan we get a photo?โ
โhow long have you guys been together?โ
you sighed quietly. jermajestyโs grip protectively tightened around your hand. he was used to this. probably more than anybody should be.
โjust ignore it,โ he murmured. you nodded. the two of you continued walking toward the waiting suv. most of the photographers were just doing their jobs.
annoying, sure but harmless. then somebody opened their mouth and ruined everything.
โjermajesty!โ
the voice came from somewhere behind the crowd.
โyour family cool with that?โ
you immediately frowned.
the comment was strange enough to make both of you glance over. the photographer smirked. then he said it something ugly and racist, something that made your stomach drop.
for a second, you genuinely froze.
it wasnโt the first racist comment youโd ever heard. but hearing it shouted at you in public? with dozens of cameras around??you immediately looked away.
pretending it didnโt bother you, pretending you couldnโt feel everyoneโs eyes suddenly shifting toward you, pretending your chest hadnโt tightened.
suddenly jermajesty stopped walking, completely. you knew by just that look on his face he was going to say something crazy.
โjerโฆโ
he slowly turned around. the crowd instantly got quieter. because even the photographers knew. they had fucked up. the smile had been wiped from jermajestyโs face. completely.
โthe fuck did you say?โ his voice was calm.
the photographer laughed awkwardly.
โit was just a jokeโโ
โnah.โ
jermajesty took a step forward.
โsay it again. i dare you.โ the man didnโt.
of course he didnโt. because people like that were always loud the first time and silent the second. the cameras kept flashing, but nobody said a word.
jermajesty shook his head.
โthatโs what i thought.โ
you reached for his arm. not because you disagreed, mostly because you knew his mouth. and once he got startedโฆ lord help everybody.
โmaj, itโs okay.โ
he looked at you, and his eyes immediately softened. just for a second. then his attention snapped right back to the photographer.
โno.โ his voice was firm.
โitโs not okay.โ
the photographer shifted uncomfortably.
โi didnโt mean anything by it.โ
jermajesty laughed, a short laugh. the kind that meant he was actually irritated.
โthatโs funny.โ
he crossed his arms.
โbecause you said it.โ
nobody moved nor pretended to be taking pictures anymore. they were listening.
โyou donโt know her.โ
his voice carried across the sidewalk.
โyou donโt know what sheโs been through.โ
another step forward.
โyou donโt know how hard she works.โ
another.
โand you definitely donโt know enough about her to stand there and disrespect her.โ
the photographer opened his mouth.
โiโm just asking questionsโโ
โno.โ
jermajesty cut him off immediately.
โyouโre being blatantly disrespectful, and youโre hiding behind a camera while doing it.โ
you could literally feel social media preparing itself. somebody was definitely recording. probably multiple people at this point. jermajesty pointed toward you.
โthatโs my girl.โ
your heart skipped and his jaw tightened.
โand if youโve got a problem with her because of how she looks, where sheโs from, or anything else, thatโs your issue.โ
the photographer stared at the ground.
โbecause trust me,โ jermajesty continued, โi sleep perfectly fine at night.โ a few people in the crowd laughed. the photographer looked embarrassed. as he should. jermajesty wasnโt finished.not even close.
โmatter of fact, sheโs smarter than you.โ
you blinked.
โjermajestyโโ
โsheโs prettier than you.โ
the crowd laughed harder.
โjermajesty.โ
โand you know what? she makes better decisions than you too because it sure as hell wasnโt a good one saying that shit to my face.โ
now even you were trying not to laugh.
the photographer looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole.
jermajesty finally rolled his eyes.
โexactlyโ
he turned around, immediately reaching for your hand again.like nothing had happened, like he hadnโt just publicly embarrassed a grown man. the second you got inside the suv, the door shut behind you.
silence filled the air.
for about three seconds.
โsheโs prettier than you?โ you laughed.
jermajesty looked over.
โwas i wrong?โ
you covered your face.
โyou are ridiculous.โ
โiโm serious.โ
โjermajesty.โ
โwhat?โ
he leaned back against the seat, completely unbothered.
โhe started it.โ
you couldnโt stop smiling. he looked at you for a moment, really looked at you. the smile faded from his face.
โyou okay?โ
your chest tightened because he wasnโt joking anymore. he was worried.
you nodded.
โa little shaken up.โ
he immediately reached over.
pulling you closer against his side.
โdonโt listen to people like that.โ
you rested your head against his shoulder.
โi try not to.โ
โgood.โ
he kissed the top of your head.
โbecause theyโre stupid.โ
you laughed.
โthatโs your advice?โ
โyep.โ
another kiss.
โtheyโre stupid.โ
another.
โand youโre beautiful.โ
another.
โand youโre stuck with me.โ
you groaned.
โthatโs the worst part.โ
jermajesty gasped dramatically.
โsee? now youโre being disrespectful.โ
and just like that, despite everything that had happened outside, he had you laughing again.
sheโs has a little belly and thick thighs some guy hits on her but she acts like itโs not a big deal bc she doesnโt believe people find her hot but jermajesty is upset bc some guy is hitting hard core on his girl
jermajesty x insecure!reader (not proofread)
made by kirah , angst - fluff
today was a normal day, you spent time together, chilled at home, and ate some food. it was now 1AM, you and jermajesty couldn't sleep together, you stayed up staring at the ceiling, cuddling, and talking about random stuff.
"babe.. do you wanna sneak out and go for a late night drive?" jermajesty offered to you, his breath warm on your neck as he spoke. you chuckled, nodding. you both immediately sat up and grabbed some warm clothes, jermajesty put on a hoodie and a beanie while you just grabbed a little sweater.
you both tip-toed down the stairs, he held his keys in his palm so it didnt jingle around the house and wake anyone. finally, you reach the garage. you get into the car and finally drive out the driveway. once you're away from the house, you two finally relax in.
"that was close..." you commented, stretching in the car. "7/11 would be good?" you say, clinging onto your sides with opposite hands. jermajesty smiled at your suggestion and nodded.
"7/11 it is."
the ride wasn't long, you arrived at the parking in minutes. you two hopped out, his keys finally spinning on his index finger. you walk inside, the warmth making your posture relax a bit. there was nobody inside, only a cashier that looked around your age.
you grabbed some snacks with jermajesty and headed to the counter, you put the food on the counter.
"hey pretty lady, is that it?" the cashier winked at you, you laughed awkwardly, not really taking it seriously. you weren't really happy with your body, you nearly took the compliment as an insult, like he was mocking you.
you? pretty? you bit the inside of your mouth, he's probably mocking you because of how much food you got. meanwhile, jermajesty's gaze got darker, he paid for the food, grabbed a bag and headed out.
"i put a little discount only for you." the cashier said before you walked out, you clutched onto your sides a bit tighter, going inside the car. the journey to the car was awkward, jermajesty was oddly silent now. he avoided your gaze.
you tried to say something but those compliments were stuck in your mind, you were a bit distracted. jermajesty placed the bags beneath you, you didn't really feel hungry anymore.
a minute passed into the drive, you had to say something.. "uhm, maj..?" you say.
jermajesty just hummed, still looking straight ahead.
"are you okay?"
"..." jermajesty didn't reply for a moment, you notice his hand clutching onto the wheel a bit too hard.
"you just let that guy flirt with you?" jermajesty finally blurted it out, he still didn't meet your gaze, you stared at him for a second, trying to process what he said.
"wh-what? i.. i didn't know he was serious.. and.. it wasn't really a big deal.." you muttered the last few words, jermajesty finally turned his head for a second, his eyebrows furrowed.
"wasn't a big deal? of course it's a big deal! why do you think it isn't?"
you froze for a bit, you sighed before quietly responding. "i thought he was joking.. i mean.. i don't really have an ideal body." that reply made jermajesty stop, you guys finally reached the driveway but you didn't have any plan of leaving the car soon.
jermajesty stopped the car and turned to you, his furrowed eyebrows relaxed and his eyes squinted, he grabbed your hand. "baby.. your body is perfect." you tried to spit out a response but he beat you to it.
"the only thing that should matter to you is that i love you, i love this face, i love this tummy, i love these thighs.." he started listing parts of your body that he loved, your grip on your sides relaxed a bit, you looked at him with swollen eyes.
he kissed your cheek, playing with your hair a bit. he opened his door, hopped out and opened yours. his arms were wide open, you immediately went into his embrace, he kissed your head as he headed you inside.
"i love you, no matter your size."
summary : your boyfriend is insecure of his small tooth gap
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โHas anyone ever told you how attractive your smile is?โ
Currently, you were laying on Jermajestyโs chest. The two of you were watching Instagram reels on his phone. The question kinda caught him off guard. He paused the video he was watching, looking down at you.
โUh- No I donโt think so. Why?โ
You mouth dropped a smidge. Not breaking eye contact with him. You brought you hands up to his face, caressing his cheek.
โNo reason, I just really love your smile.โ
He tried not to smile, instead a little smirk peeked out. His phone was dropped on the bed next to him. His hands finding his way to your hips.
โBaby stop-โ
His cheeks were turning a ruby red.
โHow has nobody told you how beautiful your smile is?โ
His eyes not leaving yours. He shrugged. All the memories from middle school rushing back, people making fun of his cute tooth gap.
โActually, people made fun of my smile.โ
Your eyebrows furrowed at the thought of people making fun of the thing you loved most about your boyfriend.
โForget them- I wanna see you smile, with teeth!โ
He shook his head, closing his mouth completely. You gasped dramatically, now sitting on his lap.
Then an idea popped up in your head, you smirked mischievously. You moved your hands to his sides, tickling him. Almost immediately did you see the smile you loved most. His tooth gap showing instantly. You grinned, moving hands away from his sides kissing the corner of his lips.
โThere thatโs all I needed!โ Tapping his nose, plopping right next to him.
His smile widened, moving to his side to stare in your eyes. While you stared at his lips. Sneaking just one more kiss. After finding out how people would make fun of his smile. You wouldnโt live one day without complimenting your man.
The living room is dim, the TV casting a soft flicker across the couch as you lay up beside your boyfriend Jermajesty. Whateverโs playing is clearly not the main event your attention keeps drifting, your eyelids getting heavier with every passing minute.
You try to fight it at first. A quiet blink. A slow stretch. Then another yawn slips out before you can stop it.
Jermajesty notices immediately.
โMm.โ His voice turns light, teasing he tilts his head toward you without taking his eyes off the screen. โSleepy?โ
You mumble something under your breath, but it doesnโt really deny anything. Your head just leans a little closer to his shoulder like itโs decided for you.
He smiles, softer now. โYeah, I thought so, sweetheart.โ
Another yawn hits you, and this time he gently bumps your shoulder with his. โHey,โ he murmurs, amused. โYouโre not even trying to hide it anymore, angel.โ
You donโt respond just blink slowly, settling in like youโve already accepted defeat.
โThatโs what I thought,โ he says quietly, voice warm with affection under the teasing. He shifts a little so you can rest more comfortably. โCโmere, pretty thing. You can knock out. I got you.โ
You donโt argue. You just let your head rest against him, eyes finally closing properly as he keeps talking in that low, easy tone like heโs not going anywhere.
warning(s): use of the โnโ word, suggestiveness, fluff, not proofread
note: part 1
1:
songs from the album โdiary of a mad bandโ by jodeci poured from the speaker balanced on the sink, loud enough to drown out your thoughts and echo through every tile in the bathroom.
you jermajesty was in the tub, bubbles resting over your bodies as both of you relaxed. you were laying on your side of the tub, letting jermajesty rub your feet.
the video started to record himself in the tub, soapy suds covering his chiseled chest and his curly hair, damp from steam.
the mirror behind the tube caught you in the video, eyes closed and resting. jermajesty double tapped the screen, putting the focus of the video on you, catching the relaxation on your face. you had your boho knotless braids in bun, making sure they wasnโt going to get wet. he could see a slight hint of your nipples under the water but the soap covered most of it.
jermajesty continued to rub your feet with his free hand, balancing the phone with the other.
โso beautiful.โ he mumbled, then ending the video.
2:
the video starts with jermajesty, jaafar, you, and maddie. โheartlessโ rolls through the speakers, kanyeโs voice filling the car , bass buzzing the car.
jermajesty in the driverโs seat, fully locked in, before glancing at the camera. one hand on the wheel, the other resting easy on your thigh like it belongs there. heโs lip syncing the song word for word.
you angle the camera toward him.
he catches it instantly, doesnโt even look away from the road. just smirks like he knew you were gonna do that the whole time.
backseat energy shifts next.
jaafar is leaned back like heโs been up since 5am and still showed up for the group activity. maddie is out cold on his shoulder, soft and completely unbothered.
you zoom in a little on her face, then zoomed out.
โsheโs asleep,โ you say, voice low but amused.
jaafar tilts his head down to check, careful like heโs inspecting fragile artwork. one second of silence. then he looks back up with a quiet laugh and a nod, like: yeah, sheโs knocked out.
you snort, the sound barely contained, and the camera shakes just a little as the car keeps moving forward, the song still humming like itโs the soundtrack to a moment nobody will be able to recreate on purpose.
you then end the video, saving to memories.
3:
the snapchat goes mid-motion, like jermajesty is already walking while recording.
jermajestyโs voice comes through, focusing the the camera on you.
โbaby, lookโ
you turned around and instantly smiled when met with the camera. you had on a elegant black dress that matched your boyfriendโs matte black suit. your smile was beaming with excitement, partly from waiting to watch the movie and partly from taking more pictures.
behind you the crowd shifts.
jermajestyโs expressions changes instantly, brows pinched in amusement.
you notice immediately.
your eyes narrowed, turning around slowly.
and there he is.
the infamous fabio jackson.
just standing there like a jump scare in designer lighting.
the air around you shifts.
your face tightens into the most unfiltered โwhat is happeningโ expression imaginable.
you donโt even think.
โwhoโs that, nigga?โ
it was little above a whisper but only jermajesty heard you.
jermajesty snorts, full break in composure. the camera shakes violently as he loses it, laughing so hard he can barely hold it steady.
fabio is still there in the background, completely unaware or fully committed to the bit, depending on how generous you feel.
jermajesty wipes his face with his free hand, still laughing.
then he ends the video.
โcome on,โ he says, grabbing your hand immediately, still chuckling under his breath. โbefore he starts walking over here.โ
youโre still looking back like youโre trying to process what you just witnessed. โwhy is heโโ
โdonโt,โ jermajesty interrupts quickly, already guiding you away through the crowd, to where bigi and paris is. โdonโt even give it energy.โ
behind you, the red carpet keeps rolling like nothing happened.
4:
the bahamas sun was ruthless against your skin, not unbearable yet sweltering. you were thankful for the sunscreen jermajesty reminded you to bring. you had on a cute bikini with your fulani braids you got specifically for the trip. you were currently stretched out on a beach towel after running into the ocean a bunch of times with genevieve.
jermajesty was recording you, sitting a few inches away, pointing his phone at you. you knew he was recording, lowering your sunglasses slightly, spotting jermajesty.
the second your eyes met the lens, a shy smile tugged at your lips.
โthere she go,โ he muttered.
you shook your head and dropped your sunglasses back into place before settling against the towel again.
โyou always recording somethingโ
โyou always give me something to recordโ
heat rushed to your cheeks despite the ocean breeze. instead of answering, you buried your face into your arm to hide your smile.
behind the camera, jermajesty grinned.
jermajesty then doubled tapped the screen, turning the camera on him so he can get a selfie view. he raised the phone to show himself, with you beside him. in the background was jaafar and marlon collecting seashells, geneveive on her phone.
neither of them looked up. except geneveive, who smiled and waved.
โfuck yall too.โ jermajesty mumbled.
you laughed.
still recording, he turns the camera over to you. by then you had shuffled on the towel, now on your stomach. you were in a state of relaxation, letting your eyes drift closed.
then something came crashing on your ass.
you winced. โow!โ
your head shot up.
jermajesty was holding the phone in one hand and smirking behind it.
โjermajesty.โ
โwhat?โ
โturn the video off. now.โ
the smirk vanished.
the recording ended immediately.
5:
jermajesty was driving you home from girlโs night. in the video you could hear mumbling and giggles from your lips.
jermajesty raised the phone a little bit before the turning it to show your slumped figure in the passenger seat. your hair was a mess and mini dress was raised a little to high.
jermajesty raises his hand to your thigh and you flinched at the feeling. jermajesty laughs, zooming in on your face.
โbaby, why did you flinch?โ
โbecause if you touch me Iโm gonna assume you wanna...โ you winked.
jermajesty laugh grows. โwe canโt, mama.โ
โwhy?โ
โyouโre drunk.โ
โso?โ
jermajesty, pinched his brows. โyeah nah.โ he says before ending the video.
-
instagram live :
the room in costa rica is half-lit and lazy, like time decided to take a vacation too.
TV glow flickers across the walls, teenage mutant ninja turtles blasting while jaafar and marlon jr argue like theyโve got no brains.
โleonardo literally does the most,โ jaafar insists, pointing at the screen.
marlon jr scoffs. โno he donโt. heโs the least interesting one.โ
that alone is enough to spark a full-blown debate about fictional turtles and perceived leadership roles.
youโre perched on the bed, phone already up, grin forming before you even hit live.
jermajesty is behind you, stretched out like heโs been personally defeated by gravity. one arm draped, head tilted, watching you instead of the TV like thatโs the real entertainment.
you tap โgo live.โ
comments start to flood in like theyโve been waiting outside the door:
โWHOโS IN THE BACK??โ
โWAIT IS THAT JERMAJESTY??โ
โHELLO??โ
you glance back, trying not to laugh. โjaafar and marlon are arguing about little human-sized turtles.โ
jaafar doesnโt even flinch. โyou donโt get it-โ
โnigga, he doesnโt even do nothing for the team,โ marlon interrupts, dead serious.
โWHAT?!โ jaafar snaps, fully invested now.
jermajesty pinches his brows, waking up just enough to be annoyed at the noise. โmama, who you talking to?โ
the comments explode.
โOMG THAT WAS HIMโ
โHE SAID MAMA ๐ญโ
โIS THAT JERMAJESTY JACKSON??โ
you snort. โIโm on live, bae.โ
Jermajesty starts to answer but interrupted himself but the sound of something jaafar had said.
โIโm about to beat the shit out of you.โ
you burst out laughing.
jaafar squinted. โwhy?โ
โbecause thereโs no way you think Leonardo carries the team.โ
the chat is in flames.
โ๐๐๐๐โ
โHEโS INVESTED IN TURTLE LOREโ
โTHIS IS SO REALโ
you shake your head, still giggling. โyaโll kill me.โ
behind you, jaafar and marlon jr. donโt even acknowledge the world anymore. theyโre locked back into the TV.
then Jermajesty starts shifting.
slowly sitting up behind you, hair all over the place, white tank, grey sweats, looking like he just walked out of a late-night dream he forgot to finish.
the chat immediately loses all structure.
โ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐโ
โYES MAโAMโ
โOUUU SHIโโ
you laugh harder, covering your face for a second. โyโall not too much.โ
jermajesty sits beside you now, leaning in like he belongs in the frame more than anyone else. โwhat are they saying?โ
you glance at the screen, smiling. โthey in love with you.โ
he raises a brow, reading a comment, โwhere yโall at?โ
you answer at the same time he does.
โdonโt answer that.โ
you snort. โit be like that? damn.โ
he shrugs, a little grin breaking through. โgotta be sure.โ
that makes the comments spiral even more.
โHE SMART ๐ญโ
โPROTECTIVE KING ENERGYโ
โHE KNOWS WHAT HE DOINGโ
the vibe is perfect chaos, laughing, arguing, cartoon turtles saving the world in the background like none of this is happening.
then you lean back slightly, sighing like the live has officially drained your social battery.
โalrightโฆ Iโm finna get off.โ
instant protest.
โNOOOOโ
โDONโT LEAVEโ
โWE JUST GOT HERE ๐โ
you pout at the screen. โawe you guysโโ
click.
the live ends abruptly.
you blink.
jermajesty is already holding your phone, expression calm like he just performed a public service.
Summary: Jermajesty makes a Snapchat video of you and him vibing to the song "Peso."
The living room was warm, ambient glow of the city lights filtering through the blinds A$AP Rockyโs "Peso" was pulsing through the apartment with heavy bass vibrating right through the floorboards of the apartment.
Jermajesty was already hyped, standing near the kitchen island with his phone held high his reflection in the camera lens, nodding his head to the beat, and lip-syncing to the lyrics.
"I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping."
He flashed a charismatic smile at the screen, running a hand through his hair he turned his head toward the couch, the camera smoothly panning with him. Now the camera is on you, "pretty girl", that made you look up knowing he was making a Snapchat video.
"Come vibe with me real quick baby." You laughed as you walked over and leaned against his shoulder, he threw his arm around you, pulling you tight into the shot. The front camera capturing the two of you perfectly against the backdrop of the cozy apartment.
"Look at the phone, Ma," he murmured near your ear, his grin widening as he pointed the camera directly at the two of you just as the beat dropped into the chorus.
"This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll cause everyday we on our pesos (pesos)"
"See? I told y'all she's the real view," Jermajesty said directly into the phone, nodding toward you with a proud affectionate look before letting out a laugh.
He kept the recording going for a few more seconds before ending it.
note: this was influenced by dem tiktoks of jermajestyโs old snapchats, he is tew foine.
1:
jermajesty is holding his phone up, getting you and him in the frame as he is driving you both to havenhurst for a family gathering. you were in the passenger seat looking down at your own phone, scrolling through instagram and text people back.
โcompanyโ by justin bieber was blasting as the wind from the rolled down windows was blowing into the speakers of the phone.
โbaby.โ jermajesty says, taking your attention off your phone and to his phone, which was recording the both of you. you quickly smiled, posing in duck lips before throwing up the middle finger.
jermajesty chuckled before ending the video and laying his phone down.
2:
you hit record on snapchat before chuckling quietly at jaafar, who had a cup of water in his hands.
jaafar looked into the camera, waving before putting his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh so loud. both of you tiptoed into jermajestyโs room.
you were on your tippy toes, recording jaafar as he silently made his way over to jermajestyโs bedside. jermajesty was fast asleep, mouth open, showing his gap tooth.
he was laying on his back, with the cover bunched up on his chest. you zoomed the camera on his face, instantly lifting the collar of your shirt over your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut in a painfully, hushed laugh. jaafar fought to make eye contact, worried heโll starting laughing.
once you opened your eyes again, jaafar had the cup of water inching towards jermajestyโs face, before turning his wrist and dumping all the water on his face.
you and jaafar let out a high cackle, bodies burning with laughter. you leaned the camera down to your boyfriendโs wet face as he started to wake up.
โda fuck?โ he grunted at the sudden feeling off wetness, eyebrows clenching in confusion. his response fueled the laughter even more as jaafar was now on the ground clutching his stomach, body twitching in painful laughter.
you slapped your knee, trying to catch your breath. โouuu my stomach.โ jermajesty then looks at you, then the phone, then back at you. the annoyance that washed over his face was clear to see, once you were good with the footage you ended the video and sat it down on jermajestyโs bed before leaning down to cradle his head in apology.
โawe baby, weโre sorry.โ you cooed, which was replaced with a laugh when jermajesty jerked his head from you hands.
โyaโll play too much.โ he turned around in the bed and went back to sleep.
you look at jaafar who was still on the floor. โcome on, far. he mad.โ you grabbed your phone and left jermajestyโs room with jaafar behind you still crying from laughing.
3:
jermajesty had his shirt off and some grey sweatpants, sitting down in a chair that was in his room while you got ready for bed. you were in the bathroom doing your skincare, putting your silk hair wrap over your slick back ponytail.
everything was complete, you had your silk moo moo on, your creams, serums, and lotions were applied but something was missing.
you looked down at the counter top to see if your bonnet was there and it wasnโt, which was weird. jermajesty watched you look for it, while recording himself with you in the background looking all over the bathroom for it, frantically.
โbae, have you seen my bonnet-โ
you look up at a grinning jermajesty, wearing your bonnet on his head, recording himself with you in the background staring at him.
โboy give me my damn bonnet.โ you laughed before stomping over to him and snatching the bonnet off his head. jermajesty looked offended, giving the camera a look before ending the video.
โsteal my stuff again and see what I do to you.โ
4:
you were at dinner with jermajesty, recording yourself and your outfit. you had on a black, bodycon dress with your curly hair out and face beat to the gods.
you threw a peace sign and duck lips before double tapping the screen, making it turn to jermajesty who was buried in his phone. he had on a black dress shirt with some slacks and his sunglasses were folded on the collar of his shirt.
โbabe.โ you called out.
jermajesty lifts his head, being met with your phone. he smiled before leaning into the camera.
โshe gonna get fucked tonight.โ he smirked and you gasped before ending the video immediately.
โwhy did you end the video?โ
โyou know why, big head.โ
he stayed silent.
โnah cause why da fuck would you say that?โ
5:
you were currently in bed with jermajesty in bed, acting freaky.
โi wanna taste you.โ jermajesty mumbled, kissing your hot neck.
your head fell back as your nails combed through his hair. while heโs kissing your neck, for some reason you thought this was a good time to troll him and grab your phone from the nightstand. as jermajestyโs face was in your neck you swiped through your apps until you reached snapchat then started recording.
you angel the camera up to catch jermajesty in the frame.
he kept trailing kisses as he talked dirty to you.
โmโgonna ruin you.โ
your lips curled up, smiling at the camera. โyโgonna what?โ
there was a slight bit of amusement in your tone which made jermajesty lift his head from your neck and look at you with his brows clenched.
you giggled at his face and looked up at the phone. jermajesty then copied your movements and immediately noticed the phone. jermajesty kissed his teeth, slapping the phone out your hand.
โquick playin'โ
you busted out laughing but the feeling of jermajestyโs hand slip through your panties shut you up.
6:
you were at a resort with jermajesty, in the mirror, checking yourself out in your blue, pucci bikini and tory burch sandals.
you were recording your reflection, hold a peace sign.
jermajesty comes out the bathroom in the background. he has blue swim trunks on that matches your bikini. he notices you recording and comes up behind your, slipping his hand on your waist and kissing your temple.
you blushed, ending the video before getting a slap on your ass and jermajesty grabbing your hand to head out the door.
7:
you and jermajestyโs chest was going at a rapid pace as you two just got done fucking back to back.
you felt sweat on your body and familiar ache between your legs as you grabbed your bonnet that slipped off your head and somehow landed at the bottom of the bed.
โthat dick was fire.โ you mumbled.
jermajesty grinned before grabbing his phone on his nightstand and clicking snapchat. he pressed record and pointed the phone at you.
โyou said what, baby?โ
you turn to him, looking at the camera. you covered your face in embarrassment and flopped on the bed.
jermajesty took his free hand and gripped your wrist. โnah baby, say what you just said.โ
after a couple of tugs on your wrist you finally let up. you revealed your face and looked at the camera again, biting you lip.
Today was the day your long-time boyfriend Jermajesty left for his trip to Costa Rica with his brothers.
You wanted to go, but Jaafar and Randy insisted it was a guys' trip, which only annoyed you more.
You and Jermajesty were known for being clingy, always touching and always close.
Being apart didn't sit right with either of you. He didn't even want to go, but he hadn't seen his brothers in a while.
As he packed, you sat on the bed, quietly fighting back tears.
"I won't be gone long, baby," he said, walking over.
You didn't respond, afraid your voice would give you away. He laid on top of you, holding you close.
"Are you gonna cry?" he asked softly.
You nodded.
"It's not funny," you frowned.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'll miss you." He kissed your face and neck, making you hold onto the moment even tighter.
"When will you be back?" you asked.
"They said we coming back Tuesday." It was Friday.
"Ugh, that's so long."
Before you could say more, his phone buzzed.
"They're here."
You hugged him tightly, whispering how much you'd miss him. After sharing thousands of goodbyes and kisses, he finally left.
The house felt empty.
Later that night, you decided to cook. As you started making mac and cheese, your phone rang and it was Jermajesty.
You quickly changed into just his shirt and a random pair of panties and answered.
"What took so long?" he teased.
"Maybe I have a life," you replied, smiling.
"Yeah, I doubt that."
You asked if he made it safely. He said yes and admitted he already wished you were there.
"I told you I wanted to come."
"I know. Next time, I promise."
After a pause, his voice dropped. "What are you doing?"
"Cooking."
"Let me see you."
You rolled your eyes but flipped the camera anyway. He went quiet.
"Why are you so quiet?"
"Because... you look good."
You brushed it off, but his words lingered.
"I miss you," he said.
"I miss you too."
"Stay on the phone with me," he added.
You smiled. "You just don't wanna hang with your brothers."
"You're not wrong."
โก
Saturday, you tried distracting yourself at the mall, but everything reminded you of him. You sent him a picture anyway.
"Should I get this?"
"Yes. And the other one too," he replied instantly.
โก
Sunday, your friends helped take your mind off things until they pointed out you'd been on your phone all night.
You didn't even even stay out with them late like you had said you were. They were upset just as much as you were
โก
Monday, the grocery store nearly made you wanna die. You ended up calling him.
"I hate you," you said when he answered.
"What did I do?"
"I don't even know what I'm doing in here."
Laughing, he told you what's best to get from store step by step until your cart was full.
"See? You survived."
"Barely. You better come back soon."
"Tuesday," he reminded you softly.
"Yeah... Tuesday."
โก
The clock read 4:17 AM when the front door quietly opened.
You barely stirred, sleep still heavy on you. The past five nights without Jermajesty had been restless.
Soft footsteps moved down the hall. The door creaked open. Then the mattress dipped.
An arm slipped around your waist, pulling you back against a familiar warmth. His scent wrapped around you instantly, and your body relaxed without thinking.
"I missed you," he murmured into your hair, voice low with exhaustion.
You hummed softly.
His lips brushed your neck, slow and unhurried, sending a quiet shiver through you. His breath was warm against your skin, grounding, real.
Your eyes opened slowly.
You turned to face him, tracing his cheek with your thumb, taking him in like you needed to make sure he was actually there.
"I thought you'll be back later today," you whispered.
"Couldn't stay away." His hand slid up your back, pulling you closer.
Your chest tightened. "I missed you too. Every night felt lonely."
His expression softened. "Yeah?"
"I kept reaching for you," you admitted quietly. "And you weren't there."
You pulled him in, kissing him deeply. He responded instantly, like he'd been waiting for it just as much as you had.
The kiss was full of everything you hadn't been able to get all week.
His hands found your body again and you leaned into him without hesitation.
"Weโre you able to handle a couple days without me?" you murmured against his lips.
He let out a quiet laugh. "Not at all."
You shifted slightly, a small smile forming as you met his gaze.
"Good," you whispered. "Because I don't want to either."
He brushed his thumb along your cheek, pulling you in closer.
"Can you show me," he asked softly.
"Show you what?"
"How much you missed me."
Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down. He lifted his hips to help.
His breath hissed through his teeth when your hand wrapped around him. You stroked slowly feeling him grow harder under your touch.
"Baby..."
"Shh." You leaned down, your breath ghosting over him. "Let me take care of you."
Your lips wrapped around his tip. (what color yall think it is)
"Fuck." He put his hands in your hair tangling his fingers but not pushing it just holding your head.
You took him deeper, your tongue working along the underside. The sounds he made was guttural noises that vibrated through his chest.
You hollowed your cheeks, pulling up slowly before sinking back down.
"Just like that," he breathes. "Just like that mama."
You set a rhythm, steady and deliberate. His thighs tensed beneath your hands.
You could feel him fighting the urge to move, to take control. But he had let you lead. Let you love him the way you both been craving to for days.
His grip in your hair tightened. "Baby, stop. I wantโI need to be inside you."
You released him with a soft pop, crawling back up his body. He captured your mouth in a sloppy kiss, flipping you onto your back.
His hands hooked under your knees, spreading you open.
"Jermajestyโ"
He positioned himself at your entrance. "Tell me you want this." (consent is key!)
"I want this baby. I need you."
He pushed forward, filling you completely.
You both moaned, foreheads pressing together. He stayed still for a moment letting you adjust.
Then he started moving slowly with deep thrusts that made your toes curl.
"I missed this," he groaned against your neck. "I Missed being inside you."
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Go faster please."
He obeyed, hips thrusting forward.
"Look at you," he says, and his voice is wrecked. "Taking it so good, baby. So good for me."
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his grunts.
The headboard knocked against the wall.
"Right thereโ" You gasped. "Don't stop."
"I've got you, mama."
Your nails scratched down his back and his angel shifted hitting your g spot and that made your eyes roll back while you clenched around him.
"This what you needed?" His thumb rubs your clit. "This what you were thinking about while I was gone?"
"Yes," you gasp. "Yes, Jermโ" you feel it coming. (literally)
"I'm gonna cum," you whimpered. "So close."
"Cum for me."
Your orgasm crashed through you. You cried out his name, body arching off the mattress.
He did the same seconds later burying himself deep as he came inside you.
For a moment neither of you moved but then he collapsed beside you, pulling you close.
Your heart pounded against his chest. His fingers traced patterns on your hip.
"Welcome home," you murmured.
He kissed your forehead before you both cuddled and went to sleep happy to be in each other's arms again.
Bf!Jermajesty who is a pain in the ass to wake up in the mornings. Itโs already 11 am and youโre running around stressing. Jermajesty lays half naked, half conscious in bed. It doesnโt help that his family is downstairs waiting either.
โJermajesty!โ You call for the fifth time. โWill you please get up.โ
Heโs babbling nonsense when you come to the conclusion that this sweet shit wasnโt going to work with him. The next five minutes, you spend dragging him out of bed and around the room.
โChill, Iโm right behind you.โ He grunts when you snap your head back to make sure heโs following you downstairs.
หหห
Bf!Jermajesty who canโt keep his hands to himself to save his life. One thing about Jermajesty was that he lacked the filter you so wished heโd at least pretend to have. The two of you would be at the beach with his family and his hands would not leave the curve of your ass. No matter how many times you pried it off, quietly cussing him out, it would inevitably end up there again. Not that his family really paid the two of you much attention, it had been a long time since Jermajestyโs actions had stopped shocking them. Now, you laid on the sunbed with shades covering your eyes, when you felt his hands slide under your bikini and start kneading the soft flesh of your ass.
โYou need to stop before your mama starts cussing us both out.โ
โI canโt. Youโre just laying there looking sexy.โ He says scooting closer to you on the sun bed.
โUgh.โ You roll your eyes and turn around, not even bothering anymore. Jermajesty laughs, hand still not moving anywhere.
หหห
Bf! Jermajesty who canโt wait until he gets home to be inside you again. Youโre laying on the bed half asleep, having waited on Jermajesty to get out the shower when he finally comes to bed. He lays down on your body, careful not to crush you under his weight. You adjust your arms so theyโre around him and stroking lightly against his scalp.
Jermajesty shudders against your throat as he kisses and bites at your skin. โYou tired, baby?โ
The way he says it lets you know exactly what heโs hinting at, and you canโt help but get excited. โNo, i want you.โ
Thatโs all you have to say before heโs nudging his tip at your entrance.
He moves with the ease of someone whoโs studied your body inside out and you canโt help but slowly move against him in return. Heโs not going easy on you, your legs are bent against your chest, and heโs so deliciously hitting that spot in you. The fact that his family are all sleeping down the hall slips your mind entirely.
หหห
Bf!Jermajesty who complains about having to take your pictures, but would rather die than let anyone else do it for you.
โBaby how many do you need?โ Jermajesty questions after you tell him to take it again. Youโre sitting in the luxurious hotel lobby, dolled up and ready for dinner. He stands there throwing a tantrum. โThey all look the same!โ
You huff. Heโd taken 10 pictures max. โFine if you donโt wanna do it, someone else can.โ You snatch the phone out his hand and turn to a hotel employee that just happened to walk by. โHi, could you please take a picture of me.โ
The employee doesnโt even have time to answer before Jermajesty cuts in, shaking his head. โItโs fine, Iโll do it.โ
You give him the phone back. โI better not hear complaining this time.โ
Your boyfriend doesnโt say anything, but keeps on snapping pictures of you.
หหห
Bf!Jermajesty who canโt stop staring at you during the whole vacation. Youโre sat at another table, bouncing one of his little cousins on your lap. The smile one your face is big as the two of you talk animatedly, hardly paying attention to anyone else at the restaurant. I mean the last time youโd even spoken two words to Jermajesty had been 30 whole minutes ago, before the little girl whisked you away.
His eyes followed your every move and every time your eyes lit up at something the little girl said, Jermajesty smiled.
โBro, she not going no where.โ Jaafar says from the chair besides him. โYou can look away for two seconds, you know.โ
โSheโs good with kids.โ Jermajesty said absently. โLike really good. Right?โ
Jaafar looks over for a second before nodding. โYeah, sure.โ He doesnโt think much of it till Jermajesty remains quiet. Jaafar looks over and one look at his brother makes him shake his head. โYeah absolutely not, man.โ
A knowing smile pulls at Jermajestyโs lips. โI didnโt say anything.โ
โYour face said enough.โ His older brother countered.
It was only a matter of time before Jermajesty physically couldnโt stay away from you any longer. He begged his aunt to get her daughter knowing there was no way youโd leave her. He watched in satisfaction as his baby cousin was carried away from you crying and screaming. You looked around in confusion from your seat.
jermajesty adjusted his phone against the kitchen counter as instagram live connected. within seconds people started joining. comments flooded the screen.
JERMAJESTY LIVE???
HEY KING
WE MISSED YOU
โwhatโs good, yโall?โ
he leaned against the counter with a grin.
โi was bored.โ
WHERE YOU BEEN
SHOW US THE HOUSE
โabsolutely not.โ
he laughed.
โyโall too nosy.โ
the comments kept rolling. he answered questions, joked around, and occasionally stopped to read something funny out loud.
after about fifteen minutes, the sound of music drifted in from another room. his smile appeared immediately. without him even realizing it, the comments caught it first.
WHO GOT YOU SMILING LIKE THAT
THATโS THE GIRLFRIEND SMILE
WE KNOW THAT LOOK
he rolled his eyes.
โman, shut up.โ
right then you walked into the kitchen.
wearing a bonnet, one of his hoodies, and fuzzy socks. you were carrying a bowl of fruit. the second you noticed the phone you froze.
โoh!โ
jermajesty started laughing.
โsay hi.โ
โabsolutely not.โ
Y/NNNNNNN
HI QUEEN
SHE LOOK SO COMFY
you looked at the screen.
โwhy are there so many people in here?โ
โbecause they donโt have anything better to do.โ
the comments immediately turned on him.
you laughed.
โyโall, donโt let him bully yโall.โ
โsee?โ he pointed at you. โthis is why they like you more.โ
โmaybe because iโm nice.โ
โwow.โ
you stole a strawberry from your bowl.
โjust saying.โ
instead of leaving, you leaned against the counter beside him which apparently was enough to send everyone into chaos.
YโALL LOOK GOOD TOGETHER
HE GOT THAT LOOK AGAIN
SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD THIS
jermajesty glanced over at you.
โyou staying?โ
โmaybe.โ
โcool.โ
his answer came way too fast. you smirked.
โyou ainโt slick.โ
โiโm not trying to be.โ
the comments started moving so fast neither of you could keep up.
then somebody commented:
DOES SHE EVER GET TIRED OF YOU
you immediately started laughing.
โyes.โ
โwow.โ
โevery day.โ
โthatโs crazy.โ
you shrugged.
โand yet youโre still here.โ
he looked at the camera.
โheard that?โ
before anyone could react, you reached over and wiped something from the corner of his mouth.
he froze. you froze.
the comments practically broke.
OH MY GOD
THEY SO MARRIED
I CANโT DO THIS
โwhat?โ you asked.
โtheyโre losing it.โ
โover what?โ
he pointed at the screen.
you read a few comments and immediately laughed.
โall i did was wipe your face.โ
โapparently thatโs romantic.โ
โthey need help.โ
โseriously.โ
a few minutes later you sat down on one of the kitchen stools. jermajesty naturally moved closer. close enough that your shoulders touched, then your head ended up resting against his arm while he kept talking. nobody missed it.
LOOK AT THEM
THEY NOT EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT
I LOVE LOVE
he glanced down.
โyou sleepy?โ
you nodded.
โa little.โ
without thinking, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, just a simple motion. completely natural. the kind that happens when two people are used to being around each other. your head immediately found a comfortable spot against him. โcomfortable?โ he asked.
โmhm.โ
his smile softened.
โgood.โ
the comments were moving too fast to read now. he laughed.
โwhy are yโall acting like youโve never seen a relationship before?โ
BECAUSE YOU LOOK AT HER LIKE SHE HUNG THE MOON
his eyes found the comment. then found you. you were busy scrolling on your phone. completely unaware. a smile pulled at his lips. the chat immediately noticed. again.
โalright,โ he groaned. โiโm ending this live.โ
NOOOOO
HE MAD WE EXPOSED HIM
you looked up.
โwhy are you ending it?โ
โbecause theyโre annoying.โ
โor because theyโre right?โ
his jaw dropped. you burst out laughing.
the comments exploded one final time.
before he could defend himself, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. quick, simple, and sweet. and enough to make him completely forget what he was saying.
โbye, yโall.โ the live ended immediately.
and instagram spent the next week talking about it.
Summary: Jaafar finds it cute when you get nervous after a make out and teases you.
After every make out, you always seem to forget how to function.
You sit there all quiet, blinking like your brain hasnโt caught up with what just happened, fingers fiddling with your sleeve, trying so hard to act normal and failing in the cutest way possible.
Jaafar notices every time "You okay over there angel?" he teases, leaning in just enough that you can feel his presence again.
"I'm fine," you mumbled way too fast. That response earned a low laugh from him โThat was the least convincing โfineโ Iโve ever heard.โ
You finally look at him, cheeks warm. โStop looking at me like that.โ โLike what?โ he asks, already smiling like he knows. โLike youโre enjoying this.โ
He hums, pretending to think about it. โMaybe I am.โ That makes you go even quieter, eyes dropping immediately and thatโs exactly what he was waiting for.
โAw,โ he says softly, brushing his thumb along your jaw like itโs second nature. โThere she goes again. My pretty girl getting all shy on me.โ
โIโm not shy,โ you insist, even though your voice gives you away. He leans closer, grinning. โYeah? Then look at me."
You don't. He grins and lets out a little chuckle. โYeahโฆ thatโs what I thought."
His bonnet was throw to the side. You ran your fingers through his hair. His head was laying right on your chest, his arms around your waist, and his long legs around your hips
You both have been awake for a while, yet somehow gravitated to eachother without a word. You didnโt mind laying here with his head on your chest. You ran your fingers up and down his head, your fingers twirling his curls, slowly scratching down the nape of his neck.
โBaby, does this feel good?โ
That was the first word spoken this morning. You wanted to make sure that the way your nails felt on his neck didnโt hurt, or scratch too hard. His response was minimal, shaking his head slowly.
When you looked down you saw Jaafars eyes closed, and his mouth slightly agape. You smiled softly, he looked so kissable. You glanced at the clock next to you that read 9:23.
โHoney, want me to make breakfast?โ
You questioned, continuing the massaging motion on his head. He glanced up at you, his eyes very slightly wide.
โNo, Iโm comfortable. Donโt move.โ
You smiled at his face, and tone. Glancing down you shrugged.
โFine.โ
You continued to massage his head. He rubbed small circles on the side of your hip, kissing your chest softly. Then you started hearing soft snores not to long after your small talk. Safe to say you both didnโt have breakfast until 12, or was that lunch?
a/n : yes guys so this drabble was MUCH longer than this. but tumblr deleted it and I basically gave up. I still wanted to publish something today so here you guys go.
synopsis: your stupid ass baby daddy shows up unannounced and wonโt stop messing with you.
แต!แต possessiveness โน cheating โน slight choking โน usage of the n-word โน black!๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ง โน toxic baby daddy!jermajesty
the front door swung open without so much as a knock, the sound making you jump on the couch where you were scrolling through your phone. you didn't even have to look up to know who it was. only one person walked into your house like he still paid half the mortgage.
"where jovonnie at?" jermajesty asked, his deep voice filling the small space as he kicked off his expensive sneakers by the door, lining them up neatly next to your worn-out slippers like he always did.
you finally glanced up, taking in the grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips and the black tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide the fresh tattoo of your name inked across his chest. "he's in his room playing," you replied, trying to sound unbothered as you turned your attention back to your phone, thumbs flying across the screen.
jermajesty's eyes narrowed as he watched you, a frown pulling at his full lips. he crossed the living room in three long strides, dropping onto the couch beside you, the cushions dipping under his weight. "who you texting, ma?" he questioned, leaning closer to try and catch a glimpse of your screen, the familiar scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a blanket you'd been trying to throw off for months.
"none of your business," you mumbled, shifting away slightly but not daring to get up and create more distance than necessary. "we're not together, remember? you don't get to ask questions like that anymore."
"always with your phone now," jermajesty observed, ignoring your comment completely as he reached out, his fingers brushing against your thigh. "used to be you couldn't go five minutes without talking to me. now you're always smiling at that screen like somebody funnier than me is on the other end."
you swatted his hand away gently. "maybe somebody is," you shot back, immediately regretting how childish it sounded.
jovonnie toddled out of his room then, a plastic dinosaur held tightly in his chubby little fist. "daddy!" he shrieked, dropping the toy and scrambling toward the couch, his little legs moving as fast as they could carry him.
jermajesty's entire face transformed, the possessive tension melting away as he scooped their son into his arms, pressing noisy kisses against the toddler's cheeks. "what's up, little man?" he cooed, bouncing jovonnie on his knee. "missed you today. daddy missed you so much."
for the next hour, you watched them play on the floor, your phone buzzing periodically with messages you were trying desperately to ignore. jermajesty kept looking over at you between building block towers and making dinosaur noises, his expression unreadable whenever he caught you smiling at your screen.
when it was time for jovonnie's bedtime, you carried him to his room, jermajesty trailing behind you like a shadow. after two stories and three sippy cups of water, the toddler was finally asleep, his breathing soft and even in the dimly lit room.
back in the living room, you settled onto the couch again, reaching for your phone. you'd barely unlocked it when jermajesty snatched it from your grasp, his movements quick and deliberate.
"hey!" you protested, reaching for it, but he held it above his head, scrolling through your messages with his expression growing darker by the second.
"who the fuck is this nigga that keeps texting you?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous as he finally looked at you, his eyes flashing with anger. "asking if you're home? talking about coming back over tomorrow? yo, you had this nigga around my son?"
"give me my fucking phone back, jermajesty!" you said, your voice trembling slightly as you stood up, trying to grab it from him.
he stood too, towering over you, his body radiating heat and frustration. "nah, we're gonna talk about this first," he insisted, blocking your path to the door. "you got some new dude texting you while i'm here with our son? while you're still wearing my hoodie?"
you glanced down at the grey material you'd thrown on earlier, realizing too late it was his. "it was clean," you defended weakly. "and we're not together, jermajesty. i can talk to whoever i want."
"nah, you can't," he shot back, stepping closer until you were backed against the wall, his palm pressed flat beside your head. "not when it comes to you. not when i still have your name permanently inked on my chest."
his free hand moved to your waist, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pulled you flush against him. "tell me you don't miss this, ma," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "tell me this new nigga knows exactly how to touch you to make your knees weak."
you couldn't speak, couldn't breathe as his hand slid up your side, his thumb tracing circles against your ribs through the thin material of your shirt. when his fingers wrapped gently around your neck, your eyes fluttered shut, your body betraying your mind as you leaned into his touch.
"that's what i thought," he whispered, his lips finally claiming yours in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperation. your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as years of history and heartbreak melted away in the heat of the moment.
somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you'd regret this tomorrow. knew you'd have to face the consequences of cheating on a man who treated you right for a man who treated you like you were his greatest possession and his biggest headache all at once.
but as jermajesty lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist, his mouth never leaving yours as he carried you toward your bedroom, you couldn't bring yourself to care. some cycles were too powerful to break, some connections too strong to deny, no matter how toxic they might be.