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[pinkpey]



The things I would do for him😩

[belhead]

oh they’re so cute for this

[jussanother]

[dcminions]

MONALEO    ,    everything    pinka.

[faylovesmichael]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐰.

♫: when y/n receives a call from quincy for a song collaboration with her ex, michael jackson, the lyrics trigger flashbacks of their past relationship.

♫: mature themes, explicit content, established relationship (past), unprotected, praise, cowgirl, nickname ‘mama, baby’, !popstar reader, !dom michael, !sub reader.

♫: wc is 3k!

♫: minors dni!

(heh.. part 2? just a short lil one bc i wanted to try out that white border thingy majiggy, hope it isn’t too confusing. <33)

˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞.

your name was everywhere. it started with a breakout single that took over the charts, but within two years, it had evolved into a cultural shift.

you weren't just topping the charts; you were redefining them. every music video you released became a trend, every live performance was praised, and sold out stadiums had practically become your second home.

the media couldn't get enough. the critics, who were usually impossible to please, finally agreed on a title that stuck to you:

ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴘ.

it was a heavy title to wear at your age, but you wore it effortlessly, dominating the industry with every move.

but with every queen, there's a king, and the world only recognised one.

michael jackson. you hadn't thought of the name in years. but with his overwhelming fame, it was inevitable you were going to be reminded of him. so imagine your surprise when your producer, quincy jones, called you to ask you to duet with him.

“look, daughter. i need you down at westlake studios right now.” quincy's voice spoke through the receiver, booming with late night energy that always signaled a burst of creativity. “i've got a track that is basically screaming for you. smelly is already in the booth tracking his parts-“

“no.” you cut in instantly, the word slipping past your lips before you could even think to stop it as your fingers tightened around the phone. “no, q. find someone else. i'm not doing it.”

quincy paused on the line, completely caught off guard by your sudden pushback, oblivious to the panic he had just caused. “excuse me? since when is it like you to turn down a masterpiece? you two are the biggest pop stars on my roster. i'm not taking no for an answer. baby, come here now.”

as the line went dead, you let out a heavy sigh, slowly lowering the phone against the kitchen counter. you groaned as an overwhelming rush of memories infiltrated your mind.

you and michael had been each other's entire world during his thriller era. you were more of an underrated icon in the background, still trying to find your footing in the industry, while he was transitioning into a global superstar.

it had been a quiet secret. you two had shared everything together; he was your first kiss, your first love, and the first person you had ever given your body to. you had been his first real taste of it, too.

but it quickly became so much more than just innocent romance. it was intensely physical, a raw pull that you both became completely consumed by. since you were each other's very first time, the realisation of that connection turned into a sexual addiction.

behind those locked doors, the world outside vanished, replaced by an insatiable need for each other's body. you couldn't keep your hands off one another. every stolen hour was spent tangled together, learning the curves of each other's bodies, driving each other crazy in a cycle of desire that neither of you knew how to break.

but then, the world became too loud. the suffocating security, the paparazzi, and the weight of both of your careers had slowly choked the life out of the relationship. with broken hearts, you had mutually agreed to let each other go, prioritising your own careers over love.

you hadn't looked him in the eyes since the day you walked out of his life. and now, he was fully in his bad era, and the thought of facing him made you weak in your knees. but you couldn't say no to quincy, not when your career was tied to his commands.

reluctantly, you grabbed your things and stepped out into the night air. affirming yourself that “it would be just fine” as you slipped into the back of your private car. your personal driver quietly put the vehicle in drive, the city lights blurring outside the window as the car smoothly glided through the streets, heading straight toward the man you never thought you'd talk to again.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖༘⋆𐦍⊹₊ ⋆｡˚

the heavy scent of quincy's cologne, and studio air hit you instantly. the room was bathed in the familiar lighting of westlake, but the energy inside was powerful, vibrating with the presence of the two men sitting inside.

quincy was spun around in his producer's chair, a thick pair of headphones resting around his neck as he boomed with laughter. but your eyes skipped right past him, immediately locking onto the figure sitting on the sofa behind the mixing console.

michael.

he looked entirely different from the boy you had loved. his hair was longer, styled in beautiful curls that framed his face perfectly, and his jawline looked sharper under the lights. he seemed more confident. he was dressed in a black button down shirt, a pair of sunglasses plastered on his face.

as the door clicked shut behind you, michael's laughter faded. he lowered his glasses, his dark eyes snapping over to you, and for a second, the calm composure he was wearing broke.

“there she is!” quincy clapped his hands together, his voice shattering the tense silence that had stretched across the room. “the queen herself. come on in, daughter.”

you forced your fake smile to stay perfectly in place, praying your voice wouldn't betray how nervous you were. “hey, q.” you said smoothly, stepping further into the room and keeping your posture relaxed. you turned your gaze to the couch, your heart racing as you looked right at him. “hey, michael.”

michael cleared his throat, slowly standing up from the sofa. he offered a soft smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, his voice low when he spoke.

“hey.” he smiled, his eyes searching your face, scanning the perfect mask you had put on. “it's... it's really good to see you.”

“likewise.” you lied smoothly, the fake smile never wavering as you crossed your arms, trying to keep yourself from fidgeting under his intense stare.

“alright, alright, enough with the introductions.” quincy cut in, oblivious to the suffocating tension that had settled over the room. he rolled his chair back toward the mixing board, flipping a few switches and clicking a button on the intercom. “we're burning daylight, and i've got a hit to finish. michael just wrapped some parts. i need your voice on it.”

quincy handed you a sheet of lined paper covered in michael's messy handwriting. just looking at the font of his writing made a sharp pang of nostalgia hit you.

“the song is called morning dew.” quincy explained, turning up the monitors.

your heart stopped. you glanced up from the paper, your eyes automatically darting back to michael. he was already watching you, his hands stuffed into his pockets, an unreadable expression on his face. of all the names in the world, you thought, a wave of irony washing over you.

“go ahead and step into the booth with him.” quincy ordered, waving his hand toward the double paned glass. “let's do a quick run through y/n, so you can read the mood..”

michael didn't say a word. he just gave a polite nod and turned to walk toward the isolation booth. you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly feeling dry as you looked down at the lyric sheet in your hands, the words staring back at you in his distinct handwriting.

forcing your legs to move, you followed him inside the booth, the soundproof door confining the two of you alone together.

michael walked up to the dual microphone setup, adjusting his headphones slightly before turning his dark eyes back to you.

“you look beautiful.” he complimented, his voice slightly shy, the bad persona seemed to soften for just a split second, a hint of the boy you used to love peeking through. “i want to say.. congratulations on... everything”

“thanks.” you managed to say, your voice tight as you adjusted your own headphones, intentionally avoiding his eyes. you couldn't look at him, not when he was looking at you like that. “congrats to you, too. the new album is.. good.”

before he could reply, quincy's voice cut through the monitors. “alllright kids, let's roll it from the top of the verse. daughter, give me that first line.”

the track began to play, a burning beat filling your ears as you looked down at the sheet music, tracking the lyrics. you stepped up to the microphone, cleared your throat, and delivered the opening line.

“as we sip champagne watching purple rain...”

the words came out perfectly on pitch, your tone professional, but flat and hollow. you sang it like you were reading a book, the fact that you were in your ex's presence was making you detached from the music.

the track abruptly cut out, the silence in your headphones deafening. quincy leaned forward over the console, pressing the talkback button. his brows were furrowed as he stared at you through the glass. “whoa, whoa, stop. what was that?” he shook his head, looking completely baffled.

“y/n, you're singing like a robot. where is the passion? this song is about love. i need you to feel it, baby. stop overthinking and let it out.”

you swallowed hard, your cheeks burning slightly. you didn't dare look to your left, where michael was standing inches away, silently watching your every move. you tightly gripped the edge of the music stand, nodding at quincy through the glass. “sorry. run it again.”

you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to forget michael was there just enough to let the music in. when the track restarted, you leaned into the mic, letting your natural warm voice take over. you sailed through the first two verses smoothly, your voice blending flawlessly with the sultry beat, making quincy nod in approval behind the mixing board.

but then the chorus hit, and it was time for the overlay. suddenly, michael stepped closer to his microphone, his presence completely engulfing the small booth. the distance between you vanished as the music swelled, and his voice cut into your headphones.

“girl, you’re sexy in the mornin'..” you both sang, his dark eyes locking directly onto yours, burning right through the calm facade you were trying so hard to keep up. “you know you turn me on, babe.”

your heart leapt into your throat, avoiding his eyes as your voices intertwined perfectly, tracking the melody in flawless harmony.

“you know the sun rise for you..” he sang, his tone dipping into something soft and intimate, a genuine ache bleeding into the words.

“for you..” you ad-libbed right after him.

“give me that mornin' dew..” you both sang together, the blend of your vocals completely undeniable. it was a perfect match, a reminder of exactly why quincy had put you two together, and why you had been so attracted to each other years ago.

“you know that i want it.” you both continued, the low register of his voice vibrating in your ears, his eyes darkening as the lyrics grew heavier.

“i want you moanin' every mornin'...” you both sang, his voice dropping into a honest tone that turned you on.

hearing those words leave his lips ignited something inside of you, instantly melting your heart. it hit your composure, a reminder of how easily he could still pull your strings, and your mind completely drifted off to when he in fact, made you moan every morning..

“again?” you teased, a sleepy laugh escaping your lips as the morning sun filtered through the cracks of the curtains. you were tangled in the messy white sheets, your skin still warm from the night before as michael suddenly rolled over and pulled your hips against his. you giggled softly as his hands found your waist, tugging you closer until there was no space left between you.

“c’mere then, ma.” michael whispered against your ear, his voice thick with sleep and desire. he trailed lazy kisses down your neck, his fingers tightening on your skin as he pulled you under him once more, turning your quiet giggles into loud moans before the day had even begun.

the track abruptly looped into a quiet transition, but you were still frozen, your heart racing as your mind raced to catch up with the present.

“y/n? whatcha thinking about over there, daughter?” quincy's amused voice cut through the monitors, snatching you right out of your thoughts.

your cheeks instantly flared a deep red as you cleared your dry throat. “mm.. q, sorry. i was just... just feeling the music.”

next to you, michael let out a soft chuckle that only made you more flustered. when you risked a tiny glance at him, you saw him lost in his own mind as well, his fingers nervously drumming against his thigh. he knew exactly what you were thinking about.

quincy shrugged, continuing to play the track as you both prepared for the next line.

“you know the sun rise for you..” you sang back, your voice a bit unstable under the weight of his stare, the raw tension in the booth becoming almost too hot to handle.

“give me that mornin' dew.” you both finished in a breathless harmony, the final note lingering in the air.

the track faded into the pre-recorded chorus, your blended voices pouring through the headphones in a seamless wave of sound. through the double paned glass, you could see quincy losing his mind, he was throwing his head back in approval, and grooving in his chair.

before the chorus could even finish winding down, quincy slapped the talkback button. “yes! that is what i'm talking about! the chemistry is perfect, y'all!” he barked out a laugh, completely oblivious to how hard your heart racing.

“we ain’t done yet though. y/n, stay right there. the beat is looping back. i need you to take this next part just on your own. michael, back off the mic and let her ride it.”

michael gave a slow nod, stepping back just half a pace, but he didn't take his eyes off you. his chest rose and fell in time with yours, waiting to see what you would do.

the beat dropped into a deeper groove, stripping away the heavy layers to leave the track completely open for you. you looked down at the lyric sheet, your eyes widening slightly as you read the next lines. they were extremely explicit, dripping with a raw sensuality that felt too dangerous to sing with michael standing in the same room as you.

you hesitantly leaned into the microphone, praying your voice wouldn't get weak on you. “ah, i get so excited when i feel you touch my thighs..” you sang, squeezing your eyes shut.

“my hands are cold, ma. can you warm them up for me?” michael asked, his voice a low octave as he held onto the steering wheel of his car. you nodded weakly, your breath catching in your throat as his large palm made contact with your skin, sliding slowly up from your knee. his hand was extremely cold, creating a slow path up your inner thigh. you whimpered, parting your legs slightly as his fingers moved higher, sliding underneath the hem of your skirt until he felt the soft fabric of your panties. “you're so wet for me, baby..” he groaned softly, his long fingers hooking into the lace, pressing against your the direct wetness as you let out a small moan.

from the corner of your eye, you saw michael's jaw tighten, his eyes locking onto yours as if he could see the exact memory playing in your head.

“baby, slow down 'cause i'ma be late for my ride.” you continued, holding the notes effortlessly, even though your mind was elsewhere.

you were on top of michael after begging him to let you be in control, the sudden shift of roles making your heart race as you sank down onto him. you were riding him passionately, the heat between you consuming the room. his large hands locked firmly onto your waist, his thumbs digging deep into your hips to guide your movements. he threw his head back against the pillows, a low groan ripping from his throat as you rode him harder, second guessing your decision to be on top from how deep it felt inside of you. “michael.. i..” you panted, biting your lip as you tried your best to handle the overwhelming sensation between your legs. “keep going, mama. you can take it.” he reassured, his voice thick with hunger as you slid up and down him in a rhythm that left the both of you completely breathless.

“i'm feelin' faded out my mind... a little morning dew..” you closed your eyes, the lyrics completely mirroring the sensations rushing through your body.

“there's a river inside that flows from our love... you can tap in but don't, don't tap out, oh.”

“don't stop, michael. please, don't stop.” you had whispered against his lips, unraveled as you chased your climax. he growled softly, flipping you onto your back without breaking the connection. his curls were sweaty as he pinned your wrists above your head, his body burying into yours with desperate thrusts. “you're taking me.. so well, baby.” he breathed heavily, a needy sound escaping him with every push. he kept pounding into you, driving you closer and closer to your orgasm, his muscles tensing as he held himself deep inside you.

“it's a slip in the slide, that front to back love. right there baby, don't tap out, tap out.”

“right there, michael, please.” you begged, your back arching off the mattress, your voice breaking as he hit that sweet spot perfectly. “there? hm? you like that?” he asked, a dark smirk tracing his lips as he held your legs up high. he let out a loud moan as he thrust heavier and deeper into you, hitting the spot over and over again. “god, always so tight for me, mama.” he choked out until your body collapsed around him, his lips instantly kissing your forehead to tell you how good you did.

the final note lingered in the air as you opened your eyes and realised michael was staring right at you through the light of the booth. he knew. he had remembered every single second of it, too. the same question ran through both of your minds, maybe y’all should run it back?

[femalekanye]

serving sneaky link

[kitty-trash]

Can you write a fic of Jackie Jackson sneaking a girl into the house? The girl is his girlfriend that he hid from his family (more importantly) his brothers lol!! He wasn’t ready to introduce her to them yet! Fluffy please and thank you, love your stories!!

I’m Your Baby Tonight

Jackie Jackson x black!reader

Summary: you’ve snuck into Jackie’s house but while watching a movie you go downstairs to get some snacks and get caught by his brothers

Warnings: nothing crazy but kissing and cursing y/n is used in this

You’re watching tv when out of the blue your phone starts to ring. “Hello this is y/n speaking” you say as you talk in the phone. “Hey mama, what you up to.” You realize it’s Jackie and turn to your clock as it reads 11:55 am. “Hi Jackie, why are you calling so late is everything ok.”

“Yea everything is good but I miss you so much” says Jackie

“I miss you to Jackie but you already saw me earlier today” you say as you start smiling

“I know but you looked so pretty today i can’t get you out my head, I wanna see you again come over” Jackie says while getting comfortable in bed

“You know neither of our parents would allow that at this hour” you say

“You can just sneak out everyone’s asleep and you don’t live that far, just come on”

“Fine, but if we get in trouble I’m blaming it on you”

It’s a 10 minute walk to his house but you pass the time by singing a song. When you get there, you start to throw rocks at his window. He opens his window and almost gets hit. “Damn mama calm down, go stand by the front door so I can open it for you” Jackie says looking slightly annoyed. You stand by the door and a few seconds later he opens it and pulls you inside.

He tells you to shush as he guides you upstairs to his room. When you enter, he locks the door behind yall as you head to his bed. While you sit down, he makes you stand back up as he pulls you into a hug.

“I missed you so much baby” Jackie says while kissing your neck

“I missed you too Jackie but please back up it’s to hot to be kissing me right now” you say

He chuckles while he sets you down on the bed and grabs a remote

“What movie do you wanna watch pretty girl” he says while kissing you on your cheek

“I think I wanna watch The Exorcist”

“You sure? I don’t want you getting scared now”

“Boy just put on the movie!”

10 minutes into the movie, it’s already been forgotten by the fact that you and Jackie started to makeout.

“Baby I’m hungry” you mumble against his lips

“Hurry and go get some snacks but be quick and quiet.” “I will”

You tiptoe downstairs into the kitchen and start walking to the pantry but out of nowhere you hear someone yelling

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY KITCHEN” Marlon screams while holding a spatula in the air. You start hearing multiple footsteps coming toward the kitchen.

“Marlon put the spatula down it’s fine” Jackie says sternly. “Yea Marlon we shouldn’t yell at pretty lady’s” Jermaine says while smirking

“Maine stop hitting on my woman” says Jackie instantly regretting it. “Your woman?” Micheal and Tito say at the same time.

“Yes my woman” Jackie says while walking over to you. “I was hoping you would be more quiet so we didn’t have to do this yet” he whispers in your ear. “Guys this is y/n, we’ve been dating for a few months”

“Hi” you say nervously “I’m sorry for sneaking into your kitchen Marlon.”

“It’s fine” Marlon says while laughing

“I swear if any of you tell mother or Joseph, you’re done” Jackie says while eyeing all of his brothers.

This is lwk buns but I wanted to do this today since it’s my first request, if yall have any suggestions ask away. Love yall❤️-kitty

@fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @multifandomposts-blog

[music-source]

netflix: the choreo is second nature at this point #Homecoming #Beyoncé

[slaybey]

BEYONCÉ JAŸ-Z30 in New York City (July 10th 2026)

[6lackm00n]

Beyoncé at the JAŸ-Z 30 TOUR

[texasbama]

BEYONCÉ Morning Dew (Donk) (Official Lyric Video)

[prettyangeliczz]

🐆💋 — being best friends with jermajesty, you’re the first person that has to hear his great ideas, or what he believes are great ideas. you’re also the first person he calls whenever he needs help to get out of said great ideas. which is why one day when you were teasing him about the muscles that’s showing more on him, and how he might finally get women to pay attention to him, he ignored your teasing because it’ll go into an argument on how he can get women and you’ll make a rebuttal with saying how he can’t keep one. he asks if he could be your personal trainer, at first you laugh and roll your eyes but jermajesty stares at you, not cracking a smirk. which makes your stomach flutter and you take a moment to think, you asked him why, he ended up shrugging off your question and asks why not.

now, you ride with jermajesty to the gym, you’re already good at most things and so is he, but that doesn’t stop jer from helping you elevate your form better. he’ll tell you words of encouragement, calling you a good girl every once in a while while trying to hide his smirk. he’s a bit more touchy as weeks pass by, holding your waist when he knows he doesn’t have to, giving you his arm when you need something to hold, he flexes his muscles, to impress you and make you distracted from your set. then watching him work out, jermajesty will have on that gold chain you said looked nice on him one time. he wears it everywhere, and when he does push-ups in front of the mirror, his eyes are locked on yours while grunts leave his mouth.

jermajesty also notices the many eyes that find you when you’re working out, he’ll press his hand on your thigh, coming behind you. you’ll ask what he’s doing and he’ll lie and say it’s to help you, knowing good and well it’s to keep all the other guys here from bothering you later. in his eyes, the only person who needs your number in that gym is him, he’s even lied to a few saying you’re his girlfriend, but what’s so bad about it, if you never find out? jermajesty’s touches are worse when you need to stretch after a workout, he’s helped you be better with your flexibility, you will give him that, but you can’t ignore the feeling in your pussy whenever his fingers are so close to swiping over it when you get on your knees and do downwards doggy. your print looking so pretty through your nice yoga pants, one, jermajesty got for you as a gift, matching colors with his shorts.

he honestly thinks he can be slick with his actions, but it’s so difficult when his mind starts going into the ideas of taking you out on dates, making you feel like the only loved woman in the world, build an actual healthy romantic relationship with you. however, jermajesty doesn’t have it in him to be embarrassed, so he keeps it safe with his touches and words of encouragement, while trying to ignore the thought of putting you through his mattress.

[ilovemesomejackson]

this is my favorite video of them omggg and tito looks so cuteness when they zoomed in on him🥹🥹🥹

[jks-luvr]

texting weekend jermajesty

suggestive (eh) themes, toxic, use of abbreviations

a/n: hi lovers!! i’ve been seeing the texting stories and i always love them so i decided to hop on the trendddd. never done it so hopefully these are good enough, im taking this from my personal experience…😬 sue me. i wanted to show the toxicity of the both of them and kind of why they always find their way back to eachother (both of them are birds). i tried to make it messy, anyways i hope you enjoy these for the meantime! pt 2 of the fic is in the works🥰

requests are open!

tags (message to be added or removed): @vict-oryy, @kianaajermajesty, @mimionspot, @ghettofabu05, @lilitheebaddest, @swavydadon, @4ppl3h34d, @mrsj4cks0n, @callmelyriic, @plan3tch1ld, @softchaosdiary505, @keiiate, @superduperawkwardcutie, @notepadgirl14, @sayyoulovemeziya, @cchampangemamii, @aristoleyaferrarii, @prettygirlwmula

(for my @ pls Imk if you wanna be tagged for only jaafar, only jermajesty, only michael, or if you dont mind all!!)

[a-motherfcking-fish]

i’d be mad as hell if my man’s fans had been calling me every name under the sun for 2 months straight and the only time he breaks his silence is to let them know he don’t use facebook 😭😭😭 idk why this cracks me up

[tlcfrmmike]

Brother, Brother

(Jermajesty x reader x Jaafar)

Recommended playlist for this fic!

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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: oneshot (possible multi part if u guys like it enough)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jaafar jackson x reader x jermajesty jackson

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: love triangle • friends to lovers • jealousy • fluff • angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: family drama. heavy flirting. parties. strong language. hurt feelings. drug and alcohol usage. verbal altercations. almost physical altercation. vivid descriptions of sexual and oral intercourse. light cheating (lmao).

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Calabasas, California

Friday night

10:42 P.M.

As the night settled over the hills of calabasas. Your childhood best friend, Jermajesty, invited you over to his house for a party.

“Mom's gonna go to Colombia with Genevieve and Donte. The rest of us are staying and I'm throwing a party tonight if you wanna slide by.”

You recalled Jermajesty’s phone call from earlier today as you walked from your uber, up the hill to their gated house. When you reached the gate, loud music thumped and spilled from the backyard.

You pulled out your phone to message him: “Maj, I'm outside pls don’t keep me waiting.”

Within seconds he responds with a, “🙏🏽” which makes you snort and roll your eyes.

The heels you wore began to make your feet feel uncomfortable so you leaned against the call box, arms crossed under your chest. You heard his sneakers coming along the driveway. The gate opened to reveal Jermajesty.

He was freshly shaven, wearing a black bomber jacket with a dark gray heavyweight t-shirt underneath. He had a chain on which always drove you insane. His dark wash jeans were fitted and matched perfectly with the adidas he wore. He flashed that adorable yet semi-dorky smile of his as he began to pose playfully.

“Wassup, wassup girl!” he smiled, crossing and uncrossing his arms. You shook your head and smiled, walking up to him.

“Jesus, you’re already on one, huh?” You snickered as he opened his arms up to you.

“What do you mean, I'm saying hi!” He pulled you into a tight yet sensual hug.

“So corny.” You mumbled.

Your body instantly reacted to him. That's how it was with you two. You guys’d flirt and tease each other-so much to where you guys almost kiss or fuck. Somehow, you always chickened out-scared it’d ruin your friendship and you knew you couldn’t live without him in your life…at least in some capacity.

He took in your scent as he held you tightly against his toned body. His hand rested on the small of your back, his face nuzzled in your hair.

“You look beautiful, y/n.” He murmured.

“Ugh, shut up..” You blushed, nudging his shoulder a bit.

He pulled back, eyes clouded with lust.

“Smell good too, baby girl.” He added softly.

You bit the inside of your cheek before looking up at him.

“You look good too.” You cooed.

He grinned and crossed his arms.

“Do I now?”

Smug bastard. You began to walk ahead of him, ignoring his eyes.

“Please tell me you guys have alcohol.” You called out.

He snorted and caught up to you, grabbing you by your waist and holding you against him as he walked with you.

“Who do you think I am, of course we do!” He smiled.

He led you through the main house and walked to the sliding door to the backyard. Groups of people were gathered in clusters around the patio. Some were in the pool and others were gathered under the covered pool house. Jermajesty paused and looked around before tugging your hand.

“C’mon, Jaafar should be around here.” He shouted over the music.

You nodded and allowed him to lead you, his hand felt so good in yours. When he spotted Jaafar, he patted his back. He turned and smiled, surprised.

“Hey!”

“Look who made it,” Jermajesty said motioning to you as you smiled and looked at Jaafar.

He smiled and pulled you into a hug.

“Long time no see, y/n. You look great.” Jaafar smiled sweetly.

“Thanks, JJ. You look great too.” You hummed.

Around the corner Jaafar’s girlfriend popped in and placed a hand on his shoulder. Making herself known. You’ve met her before, it was clear she wasn’t fond of you and honestly, the feeling was mutual. However, you always kept it cordial.

“You should come around more often, been a while since I’ve seen your face.” Jaafar said, voice lowering a tad bit.

Your chest did that tingly thing that happened whenever you looked at him a little too much. His girlfriend’s eyes zeroed in on you.

“Yea, I definitely will. School’s eased up a bit recently so it works out. I need you or Jermajesty over here to invite me more often, though.” You nudged Jermajesty playfully.

He smiled and used that opportunity to nudge you back, stepping closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Yea, well maybe if you actually followed through when I invited you over, I wouldn’t have stopped.” He smirked.

“Oh, you’re such a liar!” You chuckled.

“Now I’m lying?” He looked at Jaafar who was laughing softly. “See how this girl acts?”

You shook your head, holding back a smile. Before you could give him a sassy remark, Jaafar’s girlfriend pulled him aside. He looked back with a pained expression before focusing on her. You caught his glance yet you shook your concern away as Jermajesty began asking if you wanted a shot.

Upon agreeing, he led you over to a rectangular table filled with all kinds of bottles, cups, shot glasses and mixers. There was a red cooler to the side filled with beers and seltzers.

“What’re you gonna get started with, mama?” He smiled eagerly.

You placed a hand on your hip and hummed as you looked on the table.

“I’m doing Jell-O shots! There’s no way I'm going to raw dog straight vodka.”

He laughed and shook his head.

“Lightweight.” He muttered.

“I have no shame, I’d rather drink something that tastes sweet.” You crossed your arms under your chest as he grabbed a Jell-O shot for the both of you.

“Bottoms up.” He snickered as he handed one to you.

You took it and looked at him for a moment. His brown eyes twinkled under the patio lights.

“Bottoms up.” You repeated as you took the shot.

He followed you as if he drank plain water and you shook your head after the shot.

“Fuck…” You muttered to yourself as you set the empty shot cup onto the table.

He watched you with both amusement and desire, chuckling deep in his chest.

“I thought you said these tasted good?” He teased.

You rolled your eyes and shoved him.

“Shut up.”

“Mmh fiesty, huh?” He said sarcastically, knowing you hated it.

“Don’t start with me.” You warned.

“Or what?” He stepped forward, getting in your personal space.

“I’ll throw you in the pool.”

He laughed and reached for another shot.

“Drink, we need to bring the fun side of you out.”

You snorted and took the other shot.

“Yup, that’ll do it.” You groaned as you recovered from the taste.

You moved closer to the table and picked out a fruity mixed drink and poured it into a red cup. Jermajesty did the same as you. The two of you drank for a couple of minutes before stepping aside to let some other partygoers get some drinks. As you two looked over the party, he pulled out a vape from his pants pocket and took a hit.

“Will you dance with me?”

You paused for a beat, taking another sip for some liquid courage and nodded.

“You know I can’t say no to that.” You hummed before interlocking your free hand with his and walking to the dance area.

He couldn’t hold back his smile as he got ready to dance with you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jaafar and his girlfriend sitting on the outdoor couch, a red cup also in each of their hands. You didn’t make eye contact with either of them, keeping your gaze exclusively on Jermajesty. You two began dancing slowly at first-loosening up and feeling the music. For you, it wasn’t long before the drinks started to make you feel tipsy. The music was good, the night breeze felt nice, and having good eye candy in front of you just made it even better.

You two kept dancing closer and closer, your cups were now empty and he tossed them onto the floor-wanting to hold you. Your hips moved in sync with the beat and at one point you ended up with your ass pressing against his hips. Your eyes closed and your head tilted back as you two grinded on the dance floor. Jaafar’s jaw ticked. His finger played with the rim of his cup as he *tried* not to see his pretty friend and his kid brother dirty dancing mere inches away from him. It wasn’t until his girlfriend nudged him out of his daze.

“Babe? Babe!”

“Yea, sorry-“

“I’ve been waving this in front of you for a while, do you want a hit?” She said with a huff as she presented a joint and lighter to him.

He mumbled a quiet “yea,” as grabbed and lit it. Taking his time to inhale and blow out the smoke. He slid back against the couch, legs straightening out in front of him as his girlfriend watched him.

“You okay? Having fun?” She asked, caressing his shoulder.

“Me? Oh yea, it’s just late.” He muttered, taking another hit before passing it back to her.

She looked ahead towards you and Jermajesty borderline fucking on the dance floor and snorted.

“Since when are they a thing?” She tilted her head.

“They’re not-they’re just dancing.” He said.

She shook her head and patted his shoulder.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go inside, I'm gonna go look for Audrey.” She said as she walked away.

Jaafar was left seething, he looked away but just knowing what was happening was driving him crazy.

You turned around to face Jermajesty again, your hands grabbing onto his shoulder as you danced seductively.

“Keep going, ma… Just like that.” He whispered against your ear.

“You like it?” You cooed.

“Hell yea… you’re about to make me act up, y/n.”

“Yea? And do what?” Your hands found the nape of his neck and tangled up in his curls.

He smirked and looked off to the side, biting the inside of his cheek as you tilted your head and looked up at him.

“What?” You smiled again, nudging his shoulder playfully.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?”

“Why not? You’re the one who’s talking about acting up, no?”

He let out a huffed laugh and let his right hand move down to your hips. Gently kneading it through your tight jeans.

“You’re making me want to kiss you so bad right now.” He purred, his eyes hooded as he licked his plump lips.

You could’ve given in right then and there. Especially with how soft they looked under the strobe lights. Instead, you bit your lip and ran your right hand over his chest, making him work for it a little longer.

“Do you, now?” You smirked, the alcohol making you feel bolder than usual.

You leaned closer, your perfume intoxicating him in the best way possible. You made sure your lips ghosted over his ear as you whispered.

“What makes you think I'll let you?”

“You feel the same way. I can tell by the way you shiver every time I do this,” He lowered his lip against your neck, kissing the spot that made you see stars.

You couldn’t help but close your eyes, instantly in a trance where all that mattered was him and how good his lips felt. You hated that he was right. You were human at the end of the day, playing hard to get could only be feigned for so long until your real desire comes bursting through.

“Oh…M-Maj…” You gasped.

He smiled against your neck and pulled back to look at you.

“See? Tell me I’m wrong.” He smiled lazily.

You let out a frustrated huff, your eyes now hazy and hooded.

“I hate you.”

“You don’t.”

“That’s exactly why I fucking hate you.”

Before he could say anything you pressed your lips against his. He didn’t hesitate, immediately cupping your face as his plump lips moved against yours passionately. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, begging for entrance. Your mouth parted slightly to which he barged his tongue in.

You let out a soft moan against his lips, he smiled smugly, one of his hands falling back to your waist. The music felt like it intensified and everyone seemed to disappear. Your fingers curled against his heavyweight t-shirt and his hands kneaded your ass.

Across the dancefloor, Jaafar was digging his fingernails into his thigh. He was a little tipsy and a little high which only added to how he was feeling. He could’ve set the room on fire with the anger that was building up inside him. He shouldn’t be angry, he knew that. He had a girlfriend for Christ's sake. Seeing the girl he’s liked since he was a kid making out with his brother was infuriating. He wanted it to be him-he needed it to be him.

After a couple of seconds, he couldn’t bear to watch any longer. He stood up and stormed towards the house, pushing past people carelessly. He beelined it to the kitchen and stood in front of the kitchen’s island. He gripped the edge tightly and dropped his head. His chest moved up and down as he struggled to regulate his breathing. Jaafar’s eyes closed, the image of you and Jermajesty making out and grinding on each other seared into his vision. He shook his head and straightened up, he looked on the counter top and grabbed whichever bottle of clear liquor available. He drank straight from the bottle and put it down with a sharp hiss. His chest burned and the liquid fell heavily into his stomach.

As he rubbed his chest to soothe the burn, he heard the sliding door open with heels clicking, sneakers squeaking, and drunken giggles. He immediately knew it was you, how could he not. It was one of the many things he loved about you. He didn’t know what he would do if he looked over his shoulder at you.

You stumbled in with Jermajesty, both swaying and horny. He held you upright as you tried focusing on not slipping in your heels. You two had to pass by the kitchen to make it to Jermajesty’s room. You spotted Jaafar and since you were very inebriated, you smiled and called for him.

“There you are! You got lost! Why’re you hiding in the dark?” You slurred as you patted his shoulder.

He tensed up immediately and let out a heavy sigh.

“The music was too loud, had to get a moment to myself.” He muttered, not looking at you.

You couldn’t pick up on his coldness and just hummed. Jermajesty was kissing on your neck as he wrapped his hands around the front of your abdomen from behind.

“Take it easy, J. Don’t get too fucked up.” Jermajesty said with an innocent smile, lifting his head from your neck..

Jaafar managed to look at him and raised his eyebrows before rolling his eyes.

‘Yea, you make a good point.” He responded sarcastically with a thin smile.

“Well, have fuuuun!” You squealed as Jermajesty started pushing you towards his bedroom.

His smile reversed immediately and watched as the two of you disappeared. Within seconds Jermajesty had you pinned against his mattress, his thigh in between your legs and your tongues dancing with each other.

You moved your hips against him, the friction of his thigh pressing against you felt so good. You broke the kiss, panting and rushed. He looked down at you.

“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to see you like this…breathless and under me.” He whispered.

His words made that tingling feeling light up your core. You sat up the slightest bit and took your top off, not breaking eye contact with him.

“You wanna show me how bad?” You muttered, your eyelashes fanning over your cheeks seductively.

He let out an almost animalistic groan and swiftly swiped his shirt off, the silver chain he had on making his neck and chest look so incredibly sexy. Your hand reached up to caress his toned abdomen, fingernails lightly tracing the smooth skin underneath. He let out a soft sigh and he looked at you with hooded eyes. You looked up at him, the corners of your mouth hitched up the slightest bit. You grasped him by the front of his jeans waistband. He bit his lip and let his hips press out towards you.

Jermajesty’s hands ran through your hair, tangling in the back and lowered his mouth onto yours. You two kissed and he got you on your back again. His hand moved to unbutton your jeans and lower them. You panted as you helped get them off. He followed and took his off as well. You pressed your thighs together as you looked up at him. You throbbed behind the thin fabric of your panties. He grabbed your knees, trying to pry them open. You giggled and didn’t budge. He chuckled and attempted again.

“C’mon, mama,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you, I’ll make you feel good.”

That was all it took for you to let him spread your legs apart. He looked down at your panties, your puffy lips outlined through your now dampened panties. Jermajesty let out a hum of approval and used his left hand to run his fingers along your lips. His touch was surprisingly gentle. He watched you writhe under his touch, a smug grin on his lips.

‘Damn, so wet already.” He murmured.

You shuddered softly and bit your lip. He hooked his finger at the waistband of your panties and lowered them off your hips. You lifted yourself to help him and he slid it off, tossing it to the side. You felt a little shy again, even in your drunken state and pressed your legs together once more.

He chuckled and nudged your knees again.

“Y/N, c’mon. She’s so pretty, let me see her up close.”

You studied him for a moment, your mind racing as you felt yourself really close to giving in fully.

“You won’t just fuck me and act like nothing happened, right?” You asked rather timidly.

His eyebrows knitted and he shook his head vehemently.

“No, baby. Of course not. I actually care about you…always have. I don’t think I could ever pretend like this never happened. You’re too special to me.” He confessed, eyes still hooded from the alcohol.

“Please don’t fuck me over.”

“Won’t, I promise.”

You relented and spread your legs apart slowly. His eyes immediately lowered to gaze at your pussy, the way your folds glistened despite the low lighting was just beautiful. He positioned himself in front of you, lowering down so that he was faced with your pussy.

Jermajesty looked up at you, as if to ask for permission to taste you. After a little nod, you tangled his fingers into his hair as he let out a tiny breath over your folds. You felt your skin prick up and it got even worse when his tongue swiped from the opening of your pussy up to your clit.

You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips. It was both a mix of surprise and pleasure-the realization that this was really happening. He flicked his tongue back and forth slowly, his veiny hands gripping the back of your thighs as if to hold you in place. He was gentle and focused on making you feel amazing.

“Oh baby, that feels so good.” You gasped, tugging at his hair.

He hummed in response and began to suck on your clit, eventually focusing his tongue back and forth against the sensitive bundle of nerves. As you moaned and curled your toes when he went a little faster. Making you see stars and arch your back off the mattress. Your secretions coated his chin which made everything all wet and slippery. You began to feel your pussy pulsating from how good his mouth felt. He continued eating you out for a nice while. He pulled back abruptly, making you whine in protest.

He wiped his chin with his hands and slid off the bed to his nightstand. You bit your tongue in frustration and turned your head to watch him. There was a massive tent in his boxers which made your stomach churn. His abs looked so good in that angle as well. Jermajesty opened his nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms. It was a new box and he sucked on his teeth when he had to take off the plastic wrapping of the box. When it was finally opened, he took out a condom and tore the edge of the wrapping off. He took off his boxers, his dick springing up and out. You felt yourself getting wetter from that alone.

Jermajesty walked back and got onto the bed. The mattress sunk down when both of his knees caged you under him. He took the condom out of the packaging and tossed the wrapper aside. He hunched forward a bit towards the light to find the right part of the condom. When he did, he gave himself a couple of strokes before rolling it on. You watched intently, not taking your eyes off him.

When he had it on, he positioned himself. He grabbed your legs and pulled you closer towards him. You let out a little grunt as he did so.

“That’s better.” He whispered.

Your heart was pounding wildly. You lifted your hips and he grabbed a hold of his shaft, pressing the head of his dick up to your opening. He coated the top of the condom with your wetness and began rubbing himself up to your clit. You whimpered and bit your lip.

“Fuck…” you gasped.

He looked at you for a moment before going back to your opening and pushing his head in.

“This okay, baby girl?” He grunted.

“Mhm!”

With a couple of adjustments and repositioning, he entered you. Making the both of you hiss and groan in pleasure.

“Holy shit, baby.” He sighed, his head dropping down to the crook of your neck as he moved in and out of you.

Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and your legs wrapped around his hips. You were already in a trance, your body overwhelmed with sensations. You couldn’t hold back your cries as he stroked that spot that made you forget your own name.

“You feel fucking fantastic, holy shit baby.” He growled.

You hummed in response, face contorting in pure ecstasy.

“Yea? You like it?”

“Mhm, I love it. So fucking good, mama. Better than I could’ve ever imagined.” He pulled himself off your neck to look at you, his arms straightened next to the sides of your head.

He dropped his head down, his hips picking up the pace. He was cursing and groaning under his breath. You dug your nails into his shoulder blades, getting fucked like you never had before.

Your boobs bounced with every hard thrust he gave you, making you cry out for him louder and louder.

“Oh, daddy…just like that.” You panted.

He changed his stroke, pulling your legs over his shoulders as he almost bent you in half, pressing you further into the bed and he hunched himself over your body.

Your mouth dropped and your nails dug deeper into his skin. Your hair covered your face a bit as he was now hitting you right in that spot. He hissed and began to fuck you with pure ferocity. Your walls immediately clenched around him, making each stroke tighter than the last.

Jermajesty growled, his fingernails digging into your hips.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me baby. So tight.”

You whimpered and let yourself get completely taken by him.

“I’m-I’m so close daddy. So fucking close!” You squealed loudly.

The room was filled with his bed creaking and his headboard hitting the wall. The sound of your skin slapping and your wet pussy tight around his cock sounded like music to his ears.

His skin was damp and sticky, his arms feeling sore but he needed to get you over the edge. He slowed down enough to build up his stamina before fucking you hard again. This time he made sure to kiss you roughly.

Your moans and cries were muffled by his mouth. You bit down on his bottom lip, which made him groan in response. He nipped your bottom lip back, making you smile against him.

You turned your head the slightest bit and looked up at him, he looked so good over you. His chain dangled over your face.

As you felt yourself getting closer, your pants got louder. He could feel your walls pulsating around him and he slapped your ass a couple of times. Each time bringing you closer to the edge.

“Maj, fuck i’m gonna-“

“You’re gonna cum, baby? Go ‘head, let go for me, pretty girl. You sound so fucking sexy.” He grunted, feeling himself get close too.

With a couple hard thrusts, the knot began to undo itself. You felt a rush of lightheadedness and your body began to convulse.

“Shit, oh my God!” You managed to cry out before you came.

Your thighs trembled and your body stiffened under him as he extended your orgasm, not slowing down as he chased his own high. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you kept seeing stars from how overstimulated you were. Everything around you became fuzzy, your ears rang and could faintly hear Jermajesty moaning.

When he finally came, he gave one final thrust and stopped abruptly. You could feel his cock throbbing as he spilled his seed into the condom. You were completely blissed out and could only make little whimpers or moans.

He collapsed on top of you, his body heaving as he let out a sigh. After a while, he pulled out of you and rolled over next to you. You were still coming down from your orgasm and felt him pull you close to him. He kissed the top of your head gently. Your body was sore yet it missed the way his cock felt inside you.

“You okay, baby girl?” He whispered softly against your temple.

“Yea, I'm still shaking.” You muttered sheepishly.

He smiled and traced light circles on your back.

“You were perfect, Y/N. So perfect. That was the best sex I've ever had.” His grin was lopsided yet genuine.

You looked up at him, hand resting on his chest.

“Glad you feel that way.” you whispered.

He hummed and looked into your eyes for a moment.

“I’m gonna go clean myself up, do you need anything?”

“No, I just gotta pee.”

Jermajesty chuckled and nodded, giving you a soft kiss on the lips before sitting up. He led you to his bathroom. You sat on the toilet, fixing your hair and wiping under your eyes, you knew that your makeup must’ve been smudged and messy.

He stood by the sink, carefully removing the condom and throwing it in the trash bin. He grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned himself, washing his hands and then looking at you.

You were concentrated on wiping yourself, still dazed from the sex and the alcohol leaving your system. He watched you with pure adoration, his heart swelling as he looked at you.

You finally looked up at him, feeling a bit vulnerable.

“What?”

“You look beautiful.”

“I look a mess, I'm all sweaty and tipsy.”

“Jesus, shut up.” He snorted.

You smiled and tossed a piece of clean toilet paper at him. He laughed and crossed his arms.

“Hey, don’t start littering in my bathroom now.”

“You can pick it up, can’t you?”

“I forget how annoying you are.”

“Ditto.”

You two smiled and you got up from the toilet, flushing and moving to wash your hands.

“Baby?” He said softly, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

Your heart fluttered at the way he called for you

“Yea?”

“Stay the night please. I’ll drive you back home tomorrow just please stay. I wanna hold you.” He whispered into your ear, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Okay, I’ll stay.” You smiled.

He grinned and walked the two of you back to his bed. It was a mess, the blanket was dangling over the edge and the pillows were all squished between the mattress and headboard. He swiftly fixed everything before crawling in, patting the space next to him. You snuggled close to him and he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

He let out a content sigh as he lifted the blanket to cover the both of you.

The party had died down hours ago, their friends left in groups as it got closer to the morning hours. Jaafar spent the time avoiding being anywhere near Jermajesty’s bedroom. His girlfriend noticed his weird and stand-offish behaviour and by the time everyone left, he was unbearable.

She didn’t even want to open that can of worms and just chalked it up to him being cranky due to being sleepy.

“Let’s go to sleep, babe. I think the sun is going to come out soon.” She yawned as Jaafar stared at the tiled floors.

“It’s fine, you can go up and sleep. I’m gonna clean up a bit.” He murmured as he passed his hand over his face.

“Jaafar, it’s almost 5 am-“

“Can you ease off for a bit?” He blurted out before turning his head to look at her.

She was shocked. She knitted her eyebrows and pursed her lips.

“Why’re you being so mean? You barely talked to me the entire party. You were in the worst mood-“

“Am I not allowed to have some space?”

“Space from what? We didn’t even interact.”

“The party was loud, full of drunk and high people who got the house all dirty and I just wasn’t feeling it. Honestly this is the last time *he* throws a fucking party.” He shook his head as his jaw set in place.

“You know what, I'm going home. Call me when you get back to normal.” She scoffed as she stood up to grab her belongings and headed towards the door.

Jaafar didn’t stop her, instead he stood up and headed to the kitchen. Grabbing a trash bag and starting to dump all the empty cups that littered the counter tops into the bag. He spent the next couple of hours cleaning the house and backyard, leaving bags filled to the brim with trash at the front of the door.

You didn’t sleep much, you woke up around 10 am. Jermajesty was knocked out, his blanket laying loosely over his hips. His mouth was wide open and had one of his arms over his eyes. You couldn’t help but snap a picture of him, giggling to yourself as you did so. You slipped off the bed and looked for his shirt on the floor. You found your panties and put both things on.

Jermajesty stirred awake and barely opened his eyes.

“You leaving?”

“Not yet, I just need water. I’ll be back in a few.” You hummed.

He couldn’t respond, he just started snoring again. You held back your laughter as you patted over to his door and went out into the hallway. You walked towards the kitchen, rubbing your eyes as the cold slippery tile woke you up.

You were surprised to find Jaafar standing in front of the coffee maker, idly watching the coffee drip out.

“Hey, mornin’..” You hummed sweetly.

He didn’t look at you, instead he just responded in a monotone voice.

“Morning.”

You blinked and looked at his side profile.

“How’d you sleep?” You tried.

“Haven’t slept yet.”

“What? You’ve been up all night?”

“That’s what I said.”

You frowned and stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Is everything okay?-“

He abruptly shifted, your hand pulling back as he looked at you. His under eyes were dark.

“Look, just drop it okay. I’m fine. You should probably just focus on if Jermajesty is fine or whatever.”

That hit you right in the gut.

“The fuck? What is that supposed to mean?”

“You tell me.” He shrugged.

“Why’re you acting like a fucking asshole, Jaafar?” You stepped back, eyes suddenly blinking too much.

He let out a dry laugh. He looked at you up and down, seeing how his brother's shirt dangled off your naked body. Your neck visually confirming the actions of what you and Jermajesty did hours earlier.

He bit down on the inside of his cheek, shaking his head.

“Forget it.” He turned back to the coffee machine.

“Forget what? Why’d you bring up Jermajesty like that?”

He gulped roughly, eyes lowering at how you said his name.

“So you two are a thing now or what?”

“Huh?”

He let out an annoyed huff and repeated himself.

“Are. You. Two. A. Thing. Or. Not?”

“Why does it matter?” You placed your hands on your hips.

His teeth gritted and he let out another annoyed scoff.

“Because you two were making out and borderline having sex on the dance floor. I dunno, maybe it’s a little jarring.”

You looked down and sighed.

“We just got lost in the moment, okay? What’s so bad about that anyway? Why’re you so pissed off at me? You’re acting like I did something wrong-“

“I’m NOT mad at you.” He interrupted.

“Then what are you? Because you’ve barely looked at me this whole time.”

After a long pause he dropped his head and closed his eyes.

“I-I can’t right now.”

You stepped further back.

“Why?” Your voice broke a little

His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the counter.

“I just can’t.”

You looked away and took a deep breath, looking at him again.

“Because I fucked your brother? That’s why?”

He visibly grimaced and lifted his head, finally locking eyes with you.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why!” He shouted.

You couldn’t hold back, you reached up to smack the side of his face. He gripped your wrist and backed you up against the fridge. You were hurt and trying to escape his grip.

“What the fuck is your problem!” You cried, as he pinned you with his body.

He closed his eyes and his head dropped, you two were mere inches apart. You stopped resisting and looked up at him. His eyes opened, exhausted and full of conflict. He looked at you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. Despite how pissed off you were at him, you melted into his touch. Your eyes fluttered shut instinctively.

Jaafar’s head tilted to the side, capturing every minuscule detail of your face. As if committing it to his memory, as if it was the sole opportunity he had to be this close to you. You pouted up at him, eyes roaming his face too. His forehead pressed against yours.

“It was supposed to be you and I.” He murmured.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“I had sex with your brother and you have a girlfriend.”

He let out a loud sigh, his touch getting rougher.

“Yea, that I can’t stand.”

You stayed quiet and bit your bottom lip.

“I-I didn’t know.”

He let out a dry laugh, “How were you supposed to know?”

“I dunno.” You whispered

He sighed again and brushed the tip of his nose against yours. You hummed softly, feeling conflicted.

“Don’t do something you and I are going to regret.” You warned.

“What if I can’t help myself anymore?”

“It’ll only make this shit worse-“

He brushed his lips over yours softly. You couldn’t hold back the sigh that left your lips. Your finger curled into his shirt. You pressed a little more to which he took over and fully kissed you. It felt magical, the lips you dreamt of were now finally touching yours.

Before it could get heated, he pulled back. Leaving you a breathless wreck. You wiped the corner of your mouth and looked at him and he leaned over the sink.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N… I shouldn’t have done that.”

You didn’t know what to say. Jaafar seemed near tears. Did it feel good? One hundred percent yes. Was it wrong? For fucking sure. You didn’t fully know where you and Jermajesty stood but you couldn’t deny how you felt about Jaafar as well.

“I-it’s fine. I-I gotta go.”

He turned to look at you, reaching for your shoulder.

“Wait-“

You looked up at him, waiting for what he was going to say. He hesitated for a moment before lowering his gaze and his hands slid down your shoulder to your arm.

“I won’t mention this, it’s all my fault so don’t worry about Jermajesty finding out.”

You nodded, getting a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Thanks. See you around.” You said before slipping past him and walked towards Jermajesty’s.

He wanted to reach out for you again, to beg for you to be with him instead but he had no right to ask that or even to be upset. He walked himself to his bedroom where he locked himself in. Flopping down on his bed and only drifting off to sleep from pure mental and emotional exhaustion.

Back in Jermajesty’s room, he was still knocked out. You felt so incredibly guilty as you saw him sleeping. You took his shirt off and quietly put last night's clothes on. You quietly looked around for a piece of paper and a pen. You quickly scribbled some crappy excuse to leave and set it on the empty side of his bed. You gave him one last look before leaving quietly.

You carried your heels as you ordered an Uber home. You waited outside by the gate as you waited for the car to arrive. The entire night replayed in your head and when the whole interaction with Jaafar popped up, the terrible gut feeling washed over you. Making you tremble and feel sick. You didn’t know what to do-or better, who to do. While Jaafar felt good, he was taken and with no plans of leaving his partner. Jermajesty also felt amazing. You really liked him and the sex was incredible. He seemed to really like you too, the thought of betraying him making you feel terrible. You knew behind the goofy, overconfident popular boy facade, he was a genuine sweetheart.

You only got taken out of your ruminations when the car arrived and the driver asked for your name. You responded and greeted the driver, climbing in and setting your heels on the empty seat next to you. You put on your seatbelt with a heavy sigh. The ride home was brutal, the traffic and your hangover made you incredibly car sick. You couldn’t wait to get home.

When you did, you beelined it to your bathroom, getting sick and purging yourself from the nights activities. You hopped in the shower and cleansed yourself. Once you were done, you climbed into bed. You checked your phone for any messages and ultimately fell asleep.

As you slept, Jermajesty sent you a lovely text. Giving you well wishes and stating how much he enjoyed his time with you. He told you how he wanted to take you out on a proper date. He was absolutely smitten and wanted to make it official. Jaafar slept until late in the night. Waking up around 7:30 pm, feeling completely disoriented. He went downstairs to find Jermajesty sitting on barstool at the kitchen and eating. He was watching some video on his phone, munching away on a sub sandwich and some chips.

He was the last person Jaafar wanted to see, but Jermajesty looked over his shoulder and saw him. He gave him a tiny nod and turned around to continue eating. Jaafar walked around to the front on the island.

“Hey bro.” Jermajesty said casually.

Jaafar gave a mumbled response back. After a few moments of silence, Jermajesty broke the ice.

“Did you end up cleaning the house?”

“Mhm, that’s the last time I’ll do that by the way.”

Jermajesty smiled and shook his head.

“My bad, bruh… got kinda busy with Y/N and just knocked out the entire day.”

Jaafar’s face dropped and he gave a curt nod.

“Yea I noticed…what’s up with that? You and her?”

He set his sub down and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin as he smiled fondly.

“Tensions were high between us and one thing led to another. I don’t know, I’ve always liked her. Like a lot and I guess she felt the same. I’m thinking about taking her out and making it official.”

Jaafar looked at him stone faced and then gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“For sure, that’s-that’s great, man. Happy for you.” He muttered.

Jermajesty smiled, his face warming slightly.

“Thanks, J.”

Jaafar gave him a small nod and started walking out the kitchen, leaving Jermajesty alone to finish eating-having no idea that he was actually jealous of him. Neither party knew what would end up happening. Too much already happened for things to ever go back to normal. It was a matter of who could win your heart. In either scenario, there’s heartbreak and you didn’t know which guy would have to go through that.

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Author’s note: This fic was absolutely CRAZY to write but I hope u guys are as insane as me! Hope u angels enjoy and if a part 2 is wanted, I will write it for u all :p enjoy!! Apologies for any typos, I proof read as best as possible but I really just wanted to get this out to you all!

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[sylvette777]

jermajesty being loopy and and so in love with you after getting his wisdom teeth pulled!

“This is my girlfriend?” His jaw drops revealing the bloody dissolvable gauze controlling his bleeding mouth. The nurse stifles a laugh, as she helps him into the passenger seat, “Hey! careful,” he huffs. “My mouth hurts.”

“Jermajesty, don’t be so rude—and what does your mouth have to do with your legs?” You giggled, once she has him in the passenger seat you reach across him pulling his seatbelt over his chest. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your boob and that’s when your face to face with him. “Wow—you’re my actual—girlfriend?” He has this smug, and cocky smile on his face. “You’re so perf—“ You quickly interrupt him, clearing your throat and apologizing to the nurse and driving off.

“You’re my passenger princess today.” You say to tease him, and he groans. “You should let me drive the rest of the way—a pretty face like yours deserves to be passenger princess, and those pretty eyes deserve to look out the window the clouds..” he trails off, before he starts up again.

“Is that, baby is that a milkshake?” You hear him gasp in disbelief, “A vanilla milkshake, baby I want it—I want some, your lips touched the straw right?” You hand him the almost empty milkshake with a shake of your head. “You shouldn’t drink it with a straw, and make sure—“

sluuuuuurp.

“I need to get you home immediately.” You murmur, more to yourself. Honestly you wish you weren’t driving you’d have a ball filming the way he was acting right now.

You had got him settled on the couch almost immediately, although it was a hassle to get him from the car, to your shared apartment—which, you only made it to the couch before you gave up. “My mouth—“ he groans, “if only a pretty lady would lay with meeee.”

You were currently fixing the pillows behind his head as you took another stride forward you step on something freezing cold. It was the ice peas you gave him for his cheeks.

“Jer, baby leave this on your cheeks, and I’m about to go get that pain medication for you.” You hand him the ice pack again and places it on his lips. “Your cheeks.” You remind, he places it on his lips again, you reach to grab the ice peas but you felt something else, his grip was on your wrist, not hard to bruise but firm. And he kissed your hand.

You burst out laughing, “Wait, that was cute.” You snicked. Grabbing the ice peas and placing it on his cheek, a napkin baring between his hand and the pack. You were enjoying him like this so—you decided to have your own fun.

“Jermajesty, look at the camera.” He did, with a silly face, and then another one where his stare lingered, and the last one where he attempted to reach for your face wanting to plant a kiss there.

“Sending these to your brothers, ‘Mr. Im not corny with my girl.’ You mock, a wide smile across your face. That’s when you hear sniffling, you immediately whip your head towards the sound and see jermajesty’s watering eyes, and trembling pout. You’re by his side in an instant, “what is it—your mouth? I’ll go grab those pain med-“ “No.” He groggily says, “I want you, I want you to lay with me.” You’re taken aback, “is that it?” He nods, fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt.

You put all pride and teasing aside climbing onto the couch next to him, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist. Kisses to your neck, you push him back.

“Rest up.” You remind.

“Baby—“

“Dentists orders.”

He huffs into your neck, “if this is a dream don’t wake me.” He says before drifting off, your fingers in his hair. You smile softly to yourself. Who knew he was this big baby.

The next day you’re awoken by jermajesty, he’s shaking your body until you finally sit up rubbing sleep from your eyes. “What?” You huff. “Don’t what me girl.” He holds out his phone in his face. “Jaafar and Randy texting me talking ‘bout some big baby.” You squint but then your eyes catch sight of the photos you took with him, you burst out laughing and he tackles you back down.

“You’re lucky I love you girl.” He kisses your neck, then your cheek and your lips. “I love you too, big baby.”

I enjoyed writing this so bad!! It was so cute:) also I totally ghosted you guys I’m so sorry I had horrible writers block 😭 (not proofread)