touch me | jermajesty jackson x reader 🎼
pairing — producer!jer x fem singer!reader au.
word count — 1.99k (lord help me pls)
(nawt proofread so pls bare w me)
rating — explicit/mature (18+ mdni)
warnings: smut, profanity, pet names, fingering, and munch jermajesty.
summary — after several frustrating and tense late night studio sessions, you’re struggling to connect with the lyrics, so jermajesty offers to give you a hand or fingers.
02:00AM, CALABASAS, CA.
the studio lights were dim as you stood inside the booth, a water bottle loosely gripped in your hand while you quietly hummed the same melody over and over again. no matter how many times you sang it, the note never landed the way you wanted it to.
if you were being honest with yourself, the problem wasn't your voice.
you just couldn't connect with the lyrics.
after the success of your last album, management had wasted no time pushing you in a new direction.
"great. now make it more... sexy."
the comment had lingered in your mind ever since the meeting with the board members.
how exactly were you supposed to make an album more sensual when you had little to no experience with intimacy yourself?
none of your past relationships had ever reached that point. the realization had left you questioning more than just your music lately.
"yo, you good in there?"
the deep voice pulled you from your thoughts.
you blinked, momentarily disoriented. you'd been so caught up in your frustration over the song that you'd completely forgotten someone was sitting on the other side of the glass.
and not just anyone.
jermajesty. one of the most respected producers in calabasas, arguably all of california.
he'd been generous enough to let you use his studio after hearing your endless complaints about how absurly expensive it was to book session after session elsewhere.
the two of you had met at the listening party for your debut album. what started as harmless flirting and playful banter had unexpectedly evolved into a valuable professional partnership. fortunately for you, jermajesty had always been willing to help however he could.
though, if you asked your friends, they'd insist his eagerness had something to do with the fact that he found you incredibly attractive. can you blame him?
you slipped off the headset, carefully setting it on the microphone stand before stepping out of the recording booth. the moment you reached the chair beside jermajesty, you collapsed into it with an exaggerated sigh.
"the deadline is in two weeks, and i can't even sing the lyrics like i mean them."
jermajesty rolled his eyes playfully at your dramatics before turning fully toward you. his gaze lingered on your face, taking in the dark circles beneath your eyes and the exhaustion weighing down your eyelids, evidence of too many sleepless nights spent obsessing over this project.
his expression softened.
"what's so hard about singing about being in love and having meaningful sex?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm in an attempt to lighten the mood.
unfortunately, it had the opposite effect.
"everything," you groaned. "literally all of it."
your eyes dropped to your hands.
embarrassment settled heavily in your chest.
it felt ridiculous. you were a grown woman struggling to sing about intimacy, all because your experience with it barely extended beyond a few heated makeout sessions
for a moment, you debated keeping the truth to yourself.
then you spoke.
"maj..." your voice came out quieter than intended. "would you believe me if I told you I've never had sex before?"
the confession hung in the air.
the room suddenly felt too quiet, despite the instrumental still playing softly through the studio monitors.
jermajesty stared at you, certain he'd misheard.
of all the things he expected you to say, that hadn't even crossed his mind.
he struggled to reconcile the admission with the woman sitting beside him. to him, you were talented, captivating, and effortlessly magnetic, the kind of person people gravitated toward without realizing it.
the idea that no one had ever crossed that line with you seemed almost impossible to believe.
“shit, that's so embarrassing. i'm sorry...” you rushed out before he could say a word, humiliation flooding through you so intensely that you couldn't even bring yourself to look at him.
jermajesty immediately shook his head. his hand found your thigh without hesitation, his palm warm and grounding against your skin.
“ma, there's nothing embarrassing about it.” his voice was softer than before. “i just wasn't expecting that from someone as beautiful as you.”
his thumb moved in slow circles, each pass somehow making it harder to think.
you hated how quickly your body relaxed beneath his touch.
jermajesty had always been affectionate with you. an arm around your shoulders, a hand on your back, fingers brushing yours when he handed you something. but this felt different.
the air between you felt heavier.
charged.
“you're just saying tha—”
your words caught in your throat when his hand shifted slightly higher on your thigh.
a sharp breath escaped you.
his eyes immediately flickered to your face, watching your reaction.
something deep inside you wanted him to keep going.
wanted him to make you understand every emotion you'd been struggling to put into the song.
maybe it was the exhaustion.
maybe it was the months of tension that had been quietly building between you.
or maybe it was simply him.
whatever the reason may be, you found yourself placing your hand over his and guiding it higher.
the movement seemed to steal the breath from the both of you.
“let me help you out...” he murmured.
his voice had dropped lower. rougher.
his gaze remained fixed on yours, searching for hesitation and finding none.
the look he gave you made your stomach twist.
neither of you spoke after that.
words suddenly felt unnecessary.
you shifted closer without thinking, your hands finding his shoulders as if they belonged there. his eyes dropped briefly to your lips, and when yours did the same, the tension that had been stretching between you for months finally snapped.
the kiss started softly.
tentatively.
then he pulled you closer.
the quiet sound that left your throat seemed to undo whatever restraint he still had.
you found yourself climbing into his lap, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as though you needed him closer than close.
his hands settled firmly against your waist, holding you there.
the kiss deepened.
every brush of his lips felt impossibly intoxicating.
tou couldn't remember the last time you wanted something or someone this badly.
all you knew was that it wasn't enough.
not nearly enough.
your hands wandered restlessly over him, desperate for more contact, more warmth, more of him.
the frustration that had been building inside you for weeks suddenly had somewhere to go.
and it all seemed to lead back to him.
when you finally broke the kiss, it wasn't because you wanted to. it was because you needed air.
your foreheads pressed together as both of you struggled to catch your breath.
“maj...” you whispered.
his eyes lifted to yours immediately.
the look in them made your pulse race.
“tell me what you need, ma”
you swallowed hard.
suddenly, every thought in your head felt tangled together.
need. want. curiosity. trust. all of it.
“I need more, please…” you whispered, heat rushing to your cheeks at how completely he had unraveled you. this version of yourself felt unfamiliar needy, desperate, aching for him in a way you never thought possible.
a slow smirk tugged at jermajesty's lips. never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he'd have you like this. yet here you were, looking up at him with pleading eyes, silently asking him to strip away every last ounce of your composure.
without a word, he lifted you effortlessly and settled you onto the couch. your back sank into the cushions as you gazed up at him, desire and impatience written all over your face. his eyes darkened at the sight.
kneeling in front of you, he helped you out of your pants, his touch unhurried, deliberate. wvery movement felt calculated, as though he was savoring every second of your anticipation.
his hands slid to your hips, holding you firmly in place as his gaze traveled over you. the teasing touch that followed was enough to makr your breath catch in your throat. a soft whine escaped your lips as frustration and desire twisted together inside you.
you wanted more. you needed more.
the look on your face gave you away completely.
jermajesty noticed the slight furrow of your brows, the way your body shifted restlessly beneath his touch. he knew exactly what you were asking for. but if there was one thing he enjoyed, it was making you wait.
and judging by the satisfied look on his face, he had every intention of taking his time whether you liked it or not.
“be patient for me, baby,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your damp, clothed core. the sight alone was enough to make the bulge in his pants grow more noticeable. jermajesty pushed your panties to the side before spitting onto your bare cunt and slowly sliding two fingers inside you.
the moan that escaped your lips was music to his ears.
a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he settled into a slow, steady rhythm. his long, thick fingers pumped in and out of you with deliberate precision, stretching you just enough to have your toes curling. the slick sounds between your bodies grew louder with every movement, filling the room alongside your increasingly shaky breaths.
“oh my—fuck, maj...” you cried out, your eyes squeezing shut as your chest heaved. your fingers tightened against the couch cushions while his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles that made your entire body jolt.
the moment he added his tongue, your head fell back against the couch.
a strange, overwhelming feeling began pooling low in your stomach, growing stronger with every pass of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers. soft moans and needy whines spilled from your lips uncontrollably as pleasure continued to build inside you.
jermajesty licked along your folds while his fingers continued their relentless pace. as he noticed the way your thighs trembled and your legs began to shake, his movements gradually quickened. his dark eyes remained fixed on you, watching every reaction, every twitch, every breathless sound that escaped you.
“mmmf-fuck, jer... ’m gonna...” you breathed out.
tears gathered in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, your hands finding their way into his freshly buzzed hair, as though he were the only thing keeping you grounded.
as if he could sense exactly how close you were, his tongue matched the pace of his fingers. both became faster, messier, more desperate. he knew you were on the edge, and the realization only seemed to encourage him further.
the pace never faltered. if anything, it became even more intense.
a loud moan tore from your throat as the tension finally snapped, your entire body trembling through your release. your back arched off the couch, pleasure washing over you in powerful waves as he guided you through every second of it.
only once you had begun to come down did jermajesty pull his fingers away. he cleaned you up with careful attention before bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while keeping his dark eyes locked on yours.
you could only stare back at him.
completely breathless. completely speechless.
jermajesty finally rose to his feet, and that was when your eyes looked downward. the bulge straining against his pants was impossible to miss.
he noticed immediately, a knowing smile crossed his face as he gently shook his head.
“don’t worry about me, baby,” he said. “i said i was going to help you out.”
the simple sincerity of the gesture caught you off guard.
a faint smile spread across your lips as you looked up at him. all your life, you had never experienced that kind of selflessness before, someone caring more about your pleasure than their own.
and strangely enough, as you sat there trying to steady your breathing, something finally clicked.
for the first time, you understood the lyrics you had been struggling to sing.
for the first time, you could actually feel them.
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author note: alr pls go easy on me, this is my first published one shot so i accept kind and constructive feedback. thank you sm for reading my luvs.
