alexís

she/her cachonda 97% de tiempo 💋 🇨🇺

[tokischaaaaa]

𓏲ּ𝄢 alexís. 18. sagittarius. #1 dangerous defender. cuban. doodler. cafecito addict. rnb fanatic. ldpdl stan.

𓏲ּ𝄢 i write every bluemoon, so don't expect consistancy.. but the rest of the time im rambling or posting random stuff :]

𓏲ּ𝄢 masterlist. spotify. pintrest. alt..

[douceurrrr]

TYPE SHYT

- more snapchats + a instagram live

-black!reader

warning(s): use of the “n” word, suggestiveness, fluff, not proofread

note: part 1

1:

songs from the album “diary of a mad band” 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 wasn’t 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.

“so beautiful.” he mumbled, then ending the video.

2:

the video starts with jermajesty, jaafar, you, and maddie. “heartless” rolls through the speakers, kanye’s voice filling the car , bass buzzing the car.

jermajesty in the driver’s 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. he’s lip syncing the song word for word.

you angle the camera toward him.

he catches it instantly, doesn’t 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 he’s 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.

“she’s asleep,” you say, voice low but amused.

jaafar tilts his head down to check, careful like he’s inspecting fragile artwork. one second of silence. then he looks back up with a quiet laugh and a nod, like: yeah, she’s 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 it’s 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.

jermajesty’s voice comes through, focusing the the camera on you.

“baby, look”

you turned around and instantly smiled when met with the camera. you had on a elegant black dress that matched your boyfriend’s 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.

jermajesty’s 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 “what is happening” expression imaginable.

you don’t even think.

“who’s that, nigga?”

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.

“come on,” he says, grabbing your hand immediately, still chuckling under his breath. “before he starts walking over here.”

you’re still looking back like you’re trying to process what you just witnessed. “why is he—”

“don’t,” jermajesty interrupts quickly, already guiding you away through the crowd, to where bigi and paris is. “don’t even give it energy.”

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.

“there she go,” he muttered.

you shook your head and dropped your sunglasses back into place before settling against the towel again.

“you always recording something”

“you always give me something to record”

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.

“say what’s up, y’all,” jermajesty called.

neither of them looked up. except geneveive, who smiled and waved.

“fuck yall too.” 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. “ow!”

your head shot up.

jermajesty was holding the phone in one hand and smirking behind it.

“jermajesty.”

“what?”

“turn the video off. now.”

the smirk vanished.

the recording ended immediately.

5:

jermajesty was driving you home from girl’s 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.

“baby, why did you flinch?”

“because if you touch me I’m gonna assume you wanna...” you winked.

jermajesty laugh grows. “we can’t, mama.”

“why?”

“you’re drunk.”

“so?”

jermajesty, pinched his brows. “yeah nah.” 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 they’ve got no brains.

“leonardo literally does the most,” jaafar insists, pointing at the screen.

marlon jr scoffs. “no he don’t. he’s the least interesting one.”

that alone is enough to spark a full-blown debate about fictional turtles and perceived leadership roles.

you’re perched on the bed, phone already up, grin forming before you even hit live.

jermajesty is behind you, stretched out like he’s been personally defeated by gravity. one arm draped, head tilted, watching you instead of the TV like that’s the real entertainment.

you tap “go live.”

comments start to flood in like they’ve been waiting outside the door:

“WHO’S IN THE BACK??”

“WAIT IS THAT JERMAJESTY??”

“HELLO??”

you glance back, trying not to laugh. “jaafar and marlon are arguing about little human-sized turtles.”

jaafar doesn’t even flinch. “you don’t get it-”

“nigga, he doesn’t even do nothing for the team,” marlon interrupts, dead serious.

“WHAT?!” jaafar snaps, fully invested now.

jermajesty pinches his brows, waking up just enough to be annoyed at the noise. “mama, who you talking to?”

the comments explode.

“OMG THAT WAS HIM”

“HE SAID MAMA 😭”

“IS THAT JERMAJESTY JACKSON??”

you snort. “I’m on live, bae.”

Jermajesty starts to answer but interrupted himself but the sound of something jaafar had said.

“I’m about to beat the shit out of you.”

you burst out laughing.

jaafar squinted. “why?”

“because there’s no way you think Leonardo carries the team.”

the chat is in flames.

“😂😂😂😂”

“HE’S INVESTED IN TURTLE LORE”

“THIS IS SO REAL”

you shake your head, still giggling. “ya’ll kill me.”

behind you, jaafar and marlon jr. don’t even acknowledge the world anymore. they’re 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.

“🥰🥰🥰”

“YES MA’AM”

“OUUU SHI—”

you laugh harder, covering your face for a second. “y’all not too much.”

jermajesty sits beside you now, leaning in like he belongs in the frame more than anyone else. “what are they saying?”

you glance at the screen, smiling. “they in love with you.”

he raises a brow, reading a comment, “where y’all at?”

you answer at the same time he does.

“don’t answer that.”

you snort. “it be like that? damn.”

he shrugs, a little grin breaking through. “gotta be sure.”

that makes the comments spiral even more.

“HE SMART 😭”

“PROTECTIVE KING ENERGY”

“HE KNOWS WHAT HE DOING”

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.

“alright… I’m finna get off.”

instant protest.

“NOOOO”

“DON’T LEAVE”

“WE JUST GOT HERE 😞”

you pout at the screen. “awe you guys—“

click.

the live ends abruptly.

you blink.

jermajesty is already holding your phone, expression calm like he just performed a public service.

he sets it down like nothing happened.

“you’re so annoying, jerm.”

“did you just call me a germ?”

“noo, big head.”

“oh so, now i have a big head?”

“just shut up.”

[cupcakerainbowsprinkle]

⋆˚࿔ smile

pairings : jermajesty jackson x girlfriend!reader

summary : your boyfriend is insecure of his small tooth gap

-masterlist

“Has anyone ever told you how attractive your smile is?”

Currently, you were laying on Jermajesty’s 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.

“Uh- No I don’t think so. Why?”

You mouth dropped a smidge. Not breaking eye contact with him. You brought you hands up to his face, caressing his cheek.

“No reason, I just really love your smile.”

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.

“Baby stop-“

His cheeks were turning a ruby red.

“How has nobody told you how beautiful your smile is?”

His eyes not leaving yours. He shrugged. All the memories from middle school rushing back, people making fun of his cute tooth gap.

“Actually, people made fun of my smile.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the thought of people making fun of the thing you loved most about your boyfriend.

“Forget them- I wanna see you smile, with teeth!”

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.

“There that’s all I needed!” 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 wouldn’t live one day without complimenting your man.

✷ alyssas works xx 26

[urelliee]

— lunch.

— type: a short one shot, requested by an anon avid reader!

— genre: fluff, slice of life, soft romance, family dynamics, coming of age vibes

— pairing: jermajesty jackson x reader

— contains: cookouts at hayvenhurst, loud jackson family chaos, chalk stains, just dance battles, teasing cousins, soft staring, emotional intimacy, subtle flirting, jermajesty being observant and quiet, michael jackson parallels, black family cookout energy, feeling seen, raw family warmth, awkward attraction, yearning hidden in casual moments

summary: being around the jacksons should’ve felt intimidating, but somehow it doesn’t. maybe it’s because the younger cousins immediately latch onto you, or because katherine keeps smiling whenever you speak. maybe it’s because jermajesty jackson won’t stop watching you from across the room. somewhere between sidewalk chalk, just dance, and family laughter, you become something dangerously rare to them: familiar.

(A/N: i’m ngl i loved writing this SO bad 😭 jermajesty is so interesting to write because he feels quiet in a very intentional way??? like he notices EVERYTHING. also the idea of the family seeing traces of michael in reader made me physically ill in the best way. i wanted this to feel warm and messy and alive like those summer cookouts where everybody’s loud and the air smells like smoke + lemonade. lowkey wanna live inside this story.)

the first thing jermajesty noticed about you was that you weren’t trying too hard. that mattered in a family like his.

people always tried too hard around the jacksons. too loud. too fake. too eager to prove they belonged there. they’d walk into hayvenhurst acting like they were entering church or disneyland. smiling too much. talking too much. staring too long at the gold records on the walls like they were holy artifacts.

you didn’t. you walked into the backyard cookout with your sandals half falling off your feet and immediately crouched down beside one of the little cousins drawing with sidewalk chalk. “is that supposed to be a dog?” you asked seriously.

the kid gasped. “it’s sonic.”

“oh. my bad.” and within ten minutes, there were four kids around you, all screaming over each other while you sat cross-legged on the concrete absolutely covered in pastel chalk dust.

jermajesty watched the whole thing from the patio quietly. he always watched quietly first.

that was the thing about him people never understood. they assumed because he came from that family he had to be loud or flashy or attention-hungry. but jermajesty was observant in a way that felt almost invasive sometimes. like he collected people before deciding if they were safe. and you looked safe.

he leaned back against the patio railing, sipping from a sweating can of sprite while music played through the outdoor speakers. old school stuff. earth, wind & fire. the isley brothers. some michael sprinkled in between.

his sunglasses hid his eyes, but not the little smile threatening his mouth when one of the kids accidentally dumped blue chalk powder all over your black shorts.

“oh, i look insane,” you muttered. “you look cool,” the little girl said.

“you’re right actually.”

jermajesty snorted under his breath and jaafar caught it immediately. “ohhh,” jaafar dragged out, nudging his brother’s shoulder. “there it is.”

“shut up.”

“you smiling at her.”

“i’m literally not.”

“you literally are.”

jermajesty rolled his eyes and looked away, but jaafar was grinning now because he knew him too well. jermajesty didn’t smile at strangers. not really.

he was softer than people expected, but guarded in that jackson-family way. years of cameras and headlines and weird people made all of them a little careful. even during family cookouts there was always this invisible understanding lingering in the air — protect the family. protect the peace. but somehow you slid into it naturally like you’d always been there.

an hour later, you were inside the living room absolutely demolishing the younger cousins at just dance. barefoot now. hair sticking to your forehead. screaming at the tv because one of the kids accused you of cheating.

“i’m not cheating, y’all just suck.”

“she’s cheating!” somebody yelled.

“i’m gifted!” the whole room exploded laughing. even katherine jackson, sitting quietly in her chair nearby, was smiling into her tea.

jermajesty stayed near the doorway watching again.

watching you throw your whole body into the dance moves without caring how stupid you looked, and easily watching how the kids gravitated toward you naturally.

there was something strangely familiar about it. something achingly familiar. janet noticed first. she leaned toward jermaine with a little smile. “she reminds me of michael.”

jermaine blinked. “yeah.” and it wasn’t about appearance. it was the energy that rare kind of person who made children feel seen instead of tolerated.

the way you listened fully when they talked nonsense, and the way your laughter filled a room instead of overpowering it. michael had been like that too. magnetic without trying.

jermajesty overheard them and looked at you differently after that because honestly? he’d already been thinking it.

you were sprawled across the carpet now, exhausted, while three little cousins climbed all over you like puppies. “i can’t feel my legs anymore,” you groaned.

“good,” one kid answered. “that’s evil.”

jermajesty finally pushed himself off the doorway. “move,” he said calmly. the kids looked up. “why?”

“because she’s dying.”

“i’m literally passing away,” you confirmed weakly. they whined but listened eventually, scattering toward the kitchen once they smelled dessert. you sighed dramatically. “thank you. i was seeing the light.”

jermajesty sat beside you on the floor, long legs stretched out casually. up close, he looked even prettier than he did from afar. unfairly pretty, honestly. soft eyes hidden behind dark lashes. jewelry glinting against brown skin. curls falling around his face messy and natural. he smelled faintly like sunscreen and smoke from the grill.

“you’re good with kids,” he said. you shrugged. “kids are easy.”

“nah,” he murmured. “they know when somebody fake.” that made you look at him.

because his tone changed slightly. quieter. more honest. you realized then that jermajesty jackson wasn’t detached. he was careful. careful with trust, and careful with himself.

you smiled a little. “you saying i passed the test?”

“maybe.”

“damn. high stakes.”

the corner of his mouth lifted. there it was again, that tiny smile that felt earned.

outside, somebody started grilling more burgers while music drifted through the open windows. laughter echoed from the backyard. one of the cousins ran through the hallway screaming for no reason. just the normal family noise.

or at least jackson-family normal. jermajesty looked over at you again, studying the chalk stains still dusted across your knees.“you know,” he said slowly, “my grandma likes you.”

“your grandma barely knows me.”

“don’t matter. she usually right about people.”

“that’s terrifying.”

“should be.”

you laughed softly. and for a second, jermajesty just stared at you.

not in a dramatic movie way, more like something quieter.

like he was trying to memorize the feeling of this exact moment because his family liking someone wasn’t small.

his family seeing someone wasn’t small either. especially not when the jacksons had spent most of their lives surrounded by people who only loved the mythology of them.

but you sat there sweaty and chalk-covered and teasing him about his serious face while one of the younger cousins braided random sections of your hair without permission.

and somehow you fit like a missing piece nobody realized the family had been waiting for.

[cvntttyybumblegumprincess]

I’m gon need all writers to drop the fics with them new pictures of jermajesty BY TONIGHT!

[iihrt-kayy]

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑

𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘀𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻/ 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘆

𝘄𝗰: 𝟰,𝟴𝗸

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

being best friends with jaafar came with two things automatically: constant chaos… and constant access to his family.

at this point, you were basically part of the furniture in the jackson house. nobody questioned why your shoes stayed by the front door or why alejandra texted you more than some of her actual children.

you’d known them forever.

which was exactly why this was becoming a problem.

because jermajesty jackson was not supposed to suddenly look this good.

“you listening to me?”

you blinked, snapping your attention back toward jaafar sitting across from you on the kitchen island.

“…huh?”

he narrowed his eyes immediately. “wow. fake friend.”

“sorry,” you laughed awkwardly. “what were you saying?”

“i said we’re going to that party friday.”

“oh. yeah okay.”

jaafar kept staring at you suspiciously for another second before grabbing a drink from the fridge.

unfortunately, that gave you the worst possible opportunity.

because the second he moved, you saw jermajesty walk into the kitchen.

and lord help you.

gray sweats hanging low on his waist, black compression shirt, curls messy like he’d just woken up, muscles flexing along his arms while he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

completely unfair.

your brain genuinely stopped working for a second.

which apparently he noticed immediately.

because one corner of his mouth lifted slightly the second your eyes met.

“morning,” he said.

you cleared your throat way too fast. “hi.”

smooth.

real smooth.

jaafar turned around holding his water bottle. “bro tell her i’ve been talking for like ten minutes.”

jermajesty glanced between both of you before smirking.

“she probably got distracted.”

your stomach flipped.

“by what?” jaafar asked.

“who knows.”

that smirk stayed on his face just long enough to make heat rush straight to your cheeks.

oh he knew exactly what he was doing.

you quickly looked down at your phone trying to act normal while jermajesty grabbed coffee from the counter beside you.

too close.

way too close.

his cologne hit you immediately and suddenly remembering how to breathe became difficult.

“you okay?” he asked quietly.

you looked up.

big mistake.

because now he was leaning against the counter watching you with obvious amusement in his eyes.

“why wouldn’t i be?”

“you seem nervous.”

“i’m not nervous.”

“mhm.”

you hated him.

actually no.

worse.

you liked him.

and apparently your body had decided now was the perfect time to betray you over it.

jaafar walked back over completely oblivious. “anyway, i told her we’re leaving around nine friday.”

“cool,” jermajesty nodded.

then casually,

“what’re you wearing?”

your head snapped toward him instantly.

“what?”

he took a sip of coffee without breaking eye contact. “to the party.”

“uh…” your brain stalled. “i don’t know yet.”

“wear black.”

jaafar frowned immediately. “why are you picking her outfit?”

jermajesty shrugged lazily. “just helping.”

helping. right.

the dangerous thing about jermajesty was that he flirted like it was nothing.

subtle enough that nobody else noticed.

obvious enough that you nearly lost your mind every time.

and somehow it had gotten worse over the last few months.

the random compliments, the lingering touches, the staring.

God, the staring.

sometimes you genuinely thought maybe you were imagining it.

until moments like this happened.

“wait,” jaafar suddenly narrowed his eyes. “hold on.”

your heart stopped.

he looked between both of you slowly.

“why are y’all being weird?”

panic. immediate panic.

“we’re not?” you answered too quickly.

jermajesty looked completely calm beside you. “you’re dramatic.”

“no.” jaafar pointed between you both suspiciously. “something just happened.”

“literally nothing happened,” you laughed nervously.

silence.

then jermajesty suddenly reached over your shoulder, grabbing the bag of chips behind you while leaning close enough for you to stop functioning entirely.

“relax,” he murmured low enough for only you to hear.

your stomach flipped so hard it was embarrassing.

then he walked out of the kitchen like he hadn’t just ruined your entire morning.

jaafar blinked after him.

then slowly turned back toward you.

“…why are your ears red?”

“they’re not red.”

jaafar stared at you from across the kitchen island.

“they iterally are.”

“it’s hot in here.”

“the air is on.”

you grabbed your phone immediately, standing up way too fast. “okay well i’m leaving because this conversation is annoying.”

“oh my god,” he gasped dramatically. “you ARE acting weird.”

you pointed at him while backing toward the hallway. “you’re delusional.”

“and you’re sweating.”

“bye, jaafar.”

his laugh followed you all the way upstairs.

unfortunately, so did your embarrassment.

because now you had to spend the next three hours pretending you weren’t losing your mind over your best friend’s brother leaning close to whisper in your ear.

pathetic actually pathetic.

you flopped dramatically onto the guest bed in the jackson house and buried your face into the pillow.

this crush had officially become a problem.

especially because jermajesty clearly knew.

and instead of being normal about it…

he kept making it worse.

...·.·*.✵.*·.·...

friday night came way too fast.

music already echoed through the huge hollywood hills house before you and jaafar even got inside. luxury cars lined the driveway while people in designer outfits crowded near the pool with drinks in their hands.

typical l.a. party.

“stay near me,” jaafar yelled over the music while walking inside.

“i’m not five!”

“you kinda act like it.”

you rolled your eyes before immediately fixing your dress for the hundredth time.

you ended up wearing black like jermajesty suggested.

which honestly felt like another mistake.

because the second you walked into the house, his eyes found you instantly from across the room.

and didn’t move.

your stomach flipped violently.

he stood near the kitchen talking to a group of people, all black outfit, chains resting against his chest, one hand holding a drink while the other stayed tucked casually into his pocket.

too attractive. actually offensive at this point.

“damn,” one of jaafar’s friends muttered beside you. “you clean up nice.”

“thank you,” you laughed.

but before the conversation could go further, jermajesty suddenly appeared beside you.

“there y’all are.”

there y’all are.

like his eyes hadn’t been locked on you from the second you walked in.

jaafar handed him a drink. “she almost made us late changing outfits fifty times.”

“worth it,” jermajesty said immediately.

your breath caught.

jaafar completely missed it.

“anyway,” he continued, “i’m getting food. y’all want anything?”

“nah.”

“i’m good.”

the second jaafar disappeared into the crowd, silence fell between you and jermajesty.

dangerous silence.

he looked you over slowly again before shaking his head.

“you trying to kill somebody tonight or what?”

heat rushed straight to your face.

“please stop talking.”

he laughed softly. “why? you nervous again?”

“you make me nervous.”

the words slipped out before you could stop them.

both of you froze.

oh no.

your eyes widened immediately while jermajesty stared at you like he couldn’t believe you actually admitted that out loud.

“i do?” he asked quietly.

abort mission.

abort immediately.

you grabbed the nearest drink off the counter. “i’m actually gonna go find jaafar now.”

he caught your wrist before you could escaped.

your heart nearly exploded.

“wait.”

you looked back slowly.

and suddenly the party noise around you felt distant compared to the way he was looking at you.

completely focused, completely unfair.

“you really get nervous around me?” he asked again, voice lower this time.

you swallowed hard. “sometimes.”

his thumb brushed lightly against your wrist.

“why?”

because you look at me too long.

because every time you touch me i forget how to think.

because i’ve liked you for months and it’s becoming unbearable.

instead you whispered,

“you know why.”

that look in his eyes changed instantly.

for a second neither of you moved, then you heard a creak in the floor.

both of your heads snapped toward the hallway.

jaafar stood there holding a plate of food, staring directly at jermajesty still holding your wrist.

silence.

absolute silence.

“…what am i looking at?” jaafar asked slowly.

jermajesty let go of your wrist immediately.

too immediately.

you wanted to disappear through the floor.

jaafar stood in the hallway staring between both of you while jermajesty slowly let go of your wrist like nothing happened.

too casual, way too casual.

“…what?” jermajesty asked calmly.

jaafar frowned. “why’d she look scared when i walked up?”

“because you came outta nowhere,” you answered quickly.

“like you were in a damn horror movie,” jermajesty added.

you glanced at him briefly.

thank god he was good under pressure.

jaafar still looked suspicious though.

“okayyy…” he dragged out slowly. “whatever.”

he took another bite of food while staring at both of you for another second.

your heart was beating so hard you thought he could hear it.

“anyway,” jaafar shrugged. “y’all coming outside or what?”

“i’ll be out in a minute,” jermajesty answered.

“cool.”

and just like that, he walked off back into the crowd.

the SECOND he disappeared, you exhaled so hard it almost hurt.

“oh my god.”

jermajesty laughed quietly beside you. “you panicked bad.”

“because you were holding my wrist like we were in a romance movie.”

“you liked it though.”

you opened your mouth then closed it again.

because unfortunately… he wasn’t wrong.

his smirk deepened instantly.

“yeah,” he murmured. “thought so.”

you looked away quickly, suddenly very aware of how close he was standing again. the music from downstairs vibrated through the walls while colored lights flashed faintly across the kitchen.

people laughed somewhere outside near the pool. but in here? everything felt quieter.

“we should probably go back before he gets suspicious,” you muttered.

“he’s already suspicious.”

“…true.”

that made both of you laugh softly.

then silence settled again.

jermajesty looked at you for a second too long before speaking quietly.

“you really get nervous around me?”

your stomach flipped remembering what you admitted earlier.

“maybe a little.”

“why?”

you looked up at him slowly.

“because you flirt with me all the time.”

“and?”

“and you know exactly what you’re doing.”

his eyes darkened slightly at that.

“maybe i like seeing you nervous.”

heat rushed straight to your face.

“that’s evil.”

“probably.”

you hated how easy it was to stand here with him like this. how every conversation somehow turned into tension without either of you trying.

or maybe trying too much.

his hand brushed lightly against your waist then. small touch. barely there.

but enough to make your breath catch instantly.

“jer…”

“what?” he asked softly, stepping closer. “you want me to stop?”

the answer should’ve been yes. instead you stayed completely still. which apparently told him enough.

his hand settled more firmly against your waist now, pulling you slightly closer until you could smell his cologne again. warm. expensive. distracting.

your heart pounded harder the second his eyes dropped briefly to your lips.

“you know what’s crazy?” he murmured.

“what?”

“i’ve been trying not to do this for months. your breath caught.

“do what?”

he didn’t answer right away.

instead his fingers tilted your chin up gently before he kissed you.

soft at first, like he was testing whether this was real.

then the second you kissed him back, something shifted completely.

the tension that had been building for months finally snapped all at once.

his hand tightened slightly at your waist while yours grabbed the front of his shirt instinctively, pulling him closer. the kiss deepened slower this time, warm and addictive and making it impossible to think straight.

you could feel him smile briefly against your lips when you moved closer into him.

“see?” he whispered softly between kisses. “nervous.”

“shut up.”

he laughed quietly before kissing you again, slower this time, his thumb brushing along your hip beneath the fabric of your dress.

every touch felt unfairly gentle.

intimate in a way that made your chest ache.

outside the kitchen, the party still roared on completely unaware while jermajesty kissed you like this had been on his mind for way too long.

it probably had.

jermajesty pulled back just enough to look at you, both of your breathing uneven now.

the music outside the kitchen walls suddenly felt too loud.

too many people and too much risk.

his thumb brushed slowly against your waist while his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“come with me for a second.”

your stomach flipped immediately.

“where?”

one side of his mouth lifted slightly. “relax.”

easy for him to say.

still, you followed him anyway.

which was probably another terrible decision.

he led you quietly through the crowded hallway, fingers loosely hooked around your hand whenever people got too close. every once in a while someone stopped him to talk, but his attention kept drifting back to you like he couldn’t help it.

that alone nearly ruined your ability to think.

eventually he pushed open a quieter bathroom near the upstairs hallway and locked the door behind both of you.

the second the click sounded, your heart started racing again.

“jermajesty…”

“what?” he asked softly, stepping closer.

the bathroom lighting was dim, gold against his skin while the bass from downstairs vibrated faintly through the walls. suddenly the space felt very small.

very warm.

you looked up at him nervously. “if jaafar catches us—”

“he won’t.”

“you sound very confident for somebody risking his life right now.”

that made him laugh quietly.

“worth it.”

your breath caught again.

he stepped closer until your back lightly touched the counter behind you, hands settling carefully at your waist. slower this time, more intentional. like he wanted to take his time.

“you know how long i’ve wanted to kiss you like that?” he murmured.

you swallowed hard. “how long?”

“too long.”

his lips found yours again before you could answer. it felt deeper now.

your fingers slid into his curls instinctively while he pulled you closer against him, hands tracing slowly along your waist and hips beneath the soft fabric of your dress.

every touch made your pulse jump.

the tension between you had stopped feeling playful minutes ago. now it felt dangerous.

his mouth brushed briefly along your jaw before he kissed your neck slowly, and the quiet sound that escaped you made him pause for half a second.

“…there it is,” he murmured against your skin.

you covered your face immediately out of embarrassment. “stop talking.”

he laughed softly, pulling your hands away gently.

“you’re cute when you get shy.”

“you’re annoying.”

“and you still followed me here.”

you hated how right he was.

his forehead rested lightly against yours afterward, both of you catching your breath while the party carried on downstairs completely unaware.

for a second everything felt still.

until loud footsteps suddenly echoed somewhere outside the bathroom door.

both of you froze instantly.

“jermajesty.” jaafar’s voice called from the hallway.

[iihrt-kayy]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐰𝐜: 𝟖𝟓𝟐

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲. 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺.

“alright, we in here.”

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

“what’s good, y’all?”

he leaned against the counter with a grin.

“i was bored.”

WHERE YOU BEEN

SHOW US THE HOUSE

“absolutely not.”

he laughed.

“y’all too nosy.”

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

THAT’S THE GIRLFRIEND SMILE

WE KNOW THAT LOOK

he rolled his eyes.

“man, shut up.”

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.

“oh!”

jermajesty started laughing.

“say hi.”

“absolutely not.”

Y/NNNNNNN

HI QUEEN

SHE LOOK SO COMFY

you looked at the screen.

“why are there so many people in here?”

“because they don’t have anything better to do.”

the comments immediately turned on him.

you laughed.

“y’all, don’t let him bully y’all.”

“see?” he pointed at you. “this is why they like you more.”

“maybe because i’m nice.”

“wow.”

you stole a strawberry from your bowl.

“just saying.”

instead of leaving, you leaned against the counter beside him which apparently was enough to send everyone into chaos.

Y’ALL LOOK GOOD TOGETHER

HE GOT THAT LOOK AGAIN

SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD THIS

jermajesty glanced over at you.

“you staying?”

“maybe.”

“cool.”

his answer came way too fast. you smirked.

“you ain’t slick.”

“i’m not trying to be.”

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.

“yes.”

“wow.”

“every day.”

“that’s crazy.”

you shrugged.

“and yet you’re still here.”

he looked at the camera.

“heard that?”

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 CAN’T DO THIS

“what?” you asked.

“they’re losing it.”

“over what?”

he pointed at the screen.

you read a few comments and immediately laughed.

“all i did was wipe your face.”

“apparently that’s romantic.”

“they need help.”

“seriously.”

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.

“you sleepy?”

you nodded.

“a little.”

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. “comfortable?” he asked.

“mhm.”

his smile softened.

“good.”

the comments were moving too fast to read now. he laughed.

“why are y’all acting like you’ve never seen a relationship before?”

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.

“alright,” he groaned. “i’m ending this live.”

NOOOOO

HE MAD WE EXPOSED HIM

you looked up.

“why are you ending it?”

“because they’re annoying.”

“or because they’re right?”

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.

“bye, y’all.” the live ended immediately.

and instagram spent the next week talking about it.

[imhaechanshoe]

TRY AGAIN 𖥻 JERMAJESTY JACKSON

synopsis: you and jermajesty want to make your baby’s wish come true by trying again.

ᵎ!ᵎ fluff ⊹ angst with a happy ending ⊹ exes to lovers(?) ⊹ black.ᐟ𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧(anyone can read) ⊹ toxic baby daddy.ᐟjermajesty

requested by @riahminkz

the backyard was transformed into a chaotic paradise of primary colors and cartoon characters, a testament to how far you and jermajesty would go for your son. party streamers hung from every available surface, a bouncy castle dominated one corner of the lawn, and a table groaned under the weight of more food than twenty toddlers could possibly consume. three-year-old jovonnie, currently wearing a crown that was slightly too big and a superhero cape that dragged on the grass, was the undisputed king of his domain.

"more juice, mama!" he demanded, holding up his empty cup with the authority of a tiny dictator.

you took it from him, your fingers brushing against his sticky ones. "after you say please, my love," you reminded him gently, turning to head inside where jermajesty was manning the drink station like it was a five-star bar.

"please!" jovonnie shouted after you, already distracted by a cousin trying to steal his plastic sword.

jermajesty was leaning against the kitchen counter, a bottle of apple juice in one hand, his phone in the other. he glanced up when you entered, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched you approach. "his royal highness requires a refill?" he asked, already reaching for a clean cup.

"and he's decided 'please' is optional today," you sighed, leaning against the counter beside him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his arm. "thanks for helping with all this. i know you hate parties."

"i don't hate his parties," jermajesty corrected softly, pouring the juice with careful precision. "i just hate sharing your attention with your entire family for five hours straight."

you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "drama king. just like your son."

"he gets it from you, ma," he shot back, handing you the cup, his fingers lingering against yours for a moment too long. "you know, we make a good team when we're not trying to kill each other."

the moment was interrupted by your mother calling your name from the backyard, announcing it was time for cake and presents. you pulled away from jermajesty's touch, the brief connection severed as quickly as it had formed.

cake cutting was a messy affair, with frosting ending up on faces, clothes, and somehow in your hair. jovonnie tore through his presents with gleeful abandon, each new toy eliciting shrieks of excitement that made your heart feel full. it was during the opening of a particularly elaborate train set that he stopped suddenly, looking between you and jermajesty with an expression of pure, unfiltered childhood logic.

"daddy," he said, his voice clear and loud enough for several nearby relatives to hear. "for my next birthday, can you and mama live together again? so you can both be here when i wake up?"

the backyard fell silent for a beat, the cheerful music from the portable speakers suddenly seeming intrusive. you felt your cheeks grow hot as several pairs of eyes turned toward you and jermajesty, who looked just as caught off guard as you felt.

"buddy, that's..." jermajesty started, clearly struggling for an appropriate response.

"that's a big thing to ask for, my love," you jumped in, kneeling down to smooth jovonnie's curly hair. "right now, mama and daddy love you so much, and we both live in different houses so you get two of everything. two bedrooms, two sets of toys, two christmases."

jovonnie considered this, his little brow furrowed in concentration. "but i want one mama and one daddy in the same house. like my friend evan."

"well, we'll think about it," jermajesty said finally, reaching down to ruffle his son's hair. "right now, let's finish opening these awesome presents you got, okay?"

the party eventually wound down, parents came to collect their sugar-crashing children, and slowly, your backyard returned to its normal state of quiet order. jermajesty stayed behind to help clean up, just like he always did, moving through your house with an easy familiarity that still made your chest ache sometimes.

by the time jovonnie was bathed and tucked into bed, exhausted from his day of royal duties, you were collapsed on the couch, feet aching and mind buzzing. jermajesty emerged from the kitchen with two glasses of wine, handing one to you before sinking onto the couch beside you.

"today was something else," he said, swirling the dark liquid in his glass. "he really knows how to hit where it hurts, doesn't he?"

"he doesn't even know what he's saying," you replied, though you both knew that wasn't entirely true. "he's three. he sees his friends with their parents together and wants the same thing."

"do you ever think about it?" jermajesty asked quietly, turning to face you, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the living room. "us trying again? for real this time?"

you took a long sip of wine, considering your response carefully. "i try not to," you admitted finally. "because when i do, i remember all the reasons we ended. all the fighting, all the drama..."

"but do you remember the good parts?" he pressed, setting his glass on the coffee table and turning his body toward yours. "do you remember how we used to stay up all night talking? how we'd take jovonnie to the park and you'd push him on the swing while i took pictures of you both, pretending i was just taking pictures of him?"

you did remember. you remembered all of it, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the broken. "of course i remember," you whispered, surprised by the thickness in your throat.

jermajesty reached out then, his fingers tracing a path along your jawline. "i think about it all the time, ma," he confessed, his voice low and earnest. "i think about you all the time. maybe... maybe we could try one more time? really try, no games, no bullshit. for him, but also for us."

you searched his face, looking for any sign of the man who had broken your heart so many times you'd lost count. instead, you found only vulnerability, hope, and something that looked suspiciously like love.

"one more time," you agreed softly, the words barely audible as you leaned into his touch. "but if you mess this up, jermajesty jackson, i swear..."

"i won't," he promised, closing the distance between you, his lips finding yours in a kiss that tasted of wine and second chances. "this time, we're getting it right."

as he pulled you into his arms, you allowed yourself to hope that maybe this time, you really would.

© 𝑖mℎ𝑎𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎n𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑒

[imhaechanshoe]

YOU & JERMAJESTY'S SNAPCHAT VIDEOS

 ᵎ!ᵎ fluff ⊹ smut ⊹ skinny dipping ⊹ jermajesty being a freak ⊹ black.ᐟ𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ⊹ jermajesty 

requested by annon + inspired by @douceurrrr

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐼:

jermajesty filmed himself shirtless in the kitchen at 2am, only the refrigerator light illuminating his toned chest. he moved the camera to show you perched on the counter, wearing just his oversized t-shirt.

"caught her stealing my ice cream again," he whispered, zooming in on your mouth full of ben & jerry's. you flipped him off mid-chew. He chuckled, then panned down to where his hand rested between your thighs. "but I'm about to steal something back."

“oh my god??”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐼𝐼:

Sunlight filtered through hotel curtains as Jermajesty propped his phone against the pillow. The camera captured you sleeping peacefully, your braids spread across the white sheets. He gently traced your shoulder blade with his fingertip.

"Woke up like this," he mouthed to the camera, then leaned down to kiss your shoulder. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled sleepily before pulling him down for a proper kiss. The video ended with his hand disappearing under the covers.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐼𝐼𝐼:

Jermajesty filmed the city lights through the car window before turning the camera on himself. "She thinks I'm taking her to dinner," he whispered, "but—" He panned to you in the passenger seat, adjusting the rearview mirror. "—we're not making it to the restaurant."

You caught him filming and rolled your eyes, but your hand drifted to his thigh. The video ended with him dropping the phone as you squeezed harder.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐼𝒱:

Jermajesty filmed your legs dangling in the pool at night, underwater lights making your skin glow. "Can't believe she talked me into skinny dipping," he narrated quietly.

You turned to look at him over your shoulder. "Who said anything about swimming?" With that, you stood up, revealing you were completely nude, and walked toward where he was filming. The phone fumbled and suddenly showed only the night sky before cutting out.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝒱:

Jermajesty was filming himself in the hotel room when your hand suddenly came down from the bed, holding a condom between two fingers. He looked up and laughed, then panned the camera upward to show you looking down with a mischievous smile.

"Five minutes," you mouthed before disappearing. Jermajesty ended the video with a grin.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝒱𝐼:

Streetlights flickered past as Jermajesty filmed you riding him in the backseat. Your dress was bunched around your waist as you moved, head thrown back.

"Fuck," he breathed, trying to keep the camera steady. "Don't stop."

Your hand covered his on your hip, guiding him deeper. "Wasn't planning on it," you gasped, nails digging into his shoulder.

The car hit a bump, making you both cry out. "Shit, driver definitely knows," Jermajesty laughed breathlessly.

You leaned down, kissing him deeply. "Let him watch," you murmured against his lips.

The video ended with a close-up of your intertwined fingers on the fogged-up window.

© 𝑖mℎ𝑎𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎n𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑒

[douceurrrr]

TYPE SHYT

- you and jermajesty’s snapchat videos

- black!reader

warning(s): hints of smut, language, fluff

note: this was influenced by dem tiktoks of jermajesty’s 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.

“company” by justin bieber was blasting as the wind from the rolled down windows was blowing into the speakers of the phone.

“baby.” 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 jermajesty’s room.

you were on your tippy toes, recording jaafar as he silently made his way over to jermajesty’s 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 he’ll starting laughing.

once you opened your eyes again, jaafar had the cup of water inching towards jermajesty’s 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 boyfriend’s wet face as he started to wake up.

“da fuck?” 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. “ouuu my stomach.” 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 jermajesty’s bed before leaning down to cradle his head in apology.

“awe baby, we’re sorry.” you cooed, which was replaced with a laugh when jermajesty jerked his head from you hands.

“ya’ll play too much.” he turned around in the bed and went back to sleep.

you look at jaafar who was still on the floor. “come on, far. he mad.” you grabbed your phone and left jermajesty’s 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 wasn’t, 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.

“bae, have you seen my bonnet-“

you look up at a grinning jermajesty, wearing your bonnet on his head, recording himself with you in the background staring at him.

“boy give me my damn bonnet.” 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.

“steal my stuff again and see what I do to you.”

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.

“babe.” you called out.

jermajesty lifts his head, being met with your phone. he smiled before leaning into the camera.

“she gonna get fucked tonight.” he smirked and you gasped before ending the video immediately.

“why did you end the video?”

“you know why, big head.”

he stayed silent.

“nah cause why da fuck would you say that?”

5:

you were currently in bed with jermajesty in bed, acting freaky.

“i wanna taste you.” jermajesty mumbled, kissing your hot neck.

your head fell back as your nails combed through his hair. while he’s kissing your neck, for some reason you thought this was a good time to troll him and grab your phone from the nightstand. as jermajesty’s 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.

“m’gonna ruin you.”

your lips curled up, smiling at the camera. “y’gonna what?”

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.

“quick playin'”

you busted out laughing but the feeling of jermajesty’s 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 jermajesty’s 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.

“that dick was fire.” you mumbled.

jermajesty grinned before grabbing his phone on his nightstand and clicking snapchat. he pressed record and pointed the phone at you.

“you said what, baby?”

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. “nah baby, say what you just said.”

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.

“the dick was fire.”

“damn right.”

[iihrt-kayy]

𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘹𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦

𝘸𝘤: 4.5𝘬

the jackson family had always been loud during the holidays.

somehow every conversation turned into three conversations at once. music played somewhere in the background at all times, somebody was always cooking, somebody was always laughing too hard, and somebody was definitely arguing over cards in the living room.

it had been like that since you were little.

which was exactly why this trip felt so strange.

you adjusted the sleeves of your cream colored sweater as the black escalade rolled through the snowy roads leading up to the cabin. outside the windows, snow covered the pine trees so heavily it looked fake. pretty enough to be a postcard.

inside the car, though, the tension sat like a brick between you and jermajesty.

he sat beside you scrolling on his phone while soft r&b played through the speakers. every few seconds the light from his screen reflected against his face. unreadable. distant.

it wasn’t always like this.

you remembered being fourteen at family cookouts with him chasing you around the backyard spraying water guns while his cousins yelled at both of you to stop running near the food. remembered movie nights where you’d fall asleep on opposite ends of the couch just to wake up somehow tangled together under the same blanket.

back then, loving jermajesty jackson felt easy.

now it felt like trying to hold snow in your hands.

“you okay?” he finally asked without looking up from his phone.

you stared out the window. “i’m fine.”

a lie. he knew it was a lie too.

the car went quiet again.

by the time you arrived at the cabin, snow had already started falling harder. the place was massive, warm lights glowing through the windows while music echoed faintly from inside.

the second the front doors opened, warmth hit your face.

“there she is!” jermaine called from across the room.

you barely had time to take your coat off before alejandra pulled you into a hug.

“mi amor, finally,” she smiled. “you look too skinny. did you eat?”

you laughed softly for the first time all day. “hi to you too.”

“no seriously,” she said, grabbing your face dramatically. “do you know how stressed i get when you don’t answer me?”

“mom,” jermajesty muttered behind you.

“don’t mom me.” she waved him off instantly before pulling you toward the kitchen. “come sit.”

you could feel his eyes on your back for half a second before he disappeared upstairs.

of course he did.

the kitchen smelled like cinnamon and garlic and something sweet baking in the oven. everybody talked over each other while snowstorm warnings played quietly from the television mounted above the fireplace.

you tried your best to blend into the warmth of it all.

but every once in a while your eyes drifted upstairs.

toward him.

later that night, the cabin grew quieter.

most of the family had gone downstairs for games and drinks while you stood alone on the upstairs balcony overlooking the mountains. snow fell heavily now, coating everything silver beneath the moonlight.

your fingers tightened around the mug in your hands.

you didn’t hear jermajesty walk out until his voice came quietly behind you.

“you’ve barely looked at me all day.”

you exhaled slowly. “because every time i do, you’re on your phone.”

silence.

when you turned around, he leaned against the doorway in gray sweats and a black hoodie, curls slightly messy from the snow. beautiful in the most unfair way possible.

but tired too.

“you know i’ve been busy,” he said.

you laughed once. not nicely. “you’ve been ‘busy’ for like two months.”

his jaw tightened.

“don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“act like i’m ignoring you on purpose.”

you looked down over the balcony again before speaking quietly.

“sometimes i feel like you only love me when it’s convenient.”

that one hit him.

you could see it immediately in his face.

the wind blew harder around both of you as the silence stretched.

downstairs, faint laughter echoed through the cabin.

up here, it felt like the two of you were completely alone.

“you know that’s not true,” he finally said.

“then why does it feel true?”

for the first time all night, jermajesty didn’t have an answer.

jermajesty hated when you got quiet. not the normal kind of quiet. not the comfortable silence the two of you had shared for years.

this kind.

the kind where your eyes stopped looking for him first in a room.

the kind where your voice sounded tired instead of angry.

it made his chest feel tight in a way he didn’t know how to fix.

you stepped past him before he could say anything else, brushing your shoulder against his lightly as you walked back inside.

“i’m tired,” you muttered. “goodnight.”

he watched you disappear down the hallway.

for a second, he thought about following you.

instead, he stayed frozen on the balcony while snow piled against the railing.

downstairs, somebody screamed from laughing too hard. probably jaafar.

normally that sound would’ve made him smile.

tonight it just made him feel worse.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

the next morning, the storm had gotten worse.

thick snow covered the windows almost halfway up, and the weather report on the television warned everyone to stay inside until further notice.

“this is insane,” one of his cousins laughed, standing near the fireplace. “we’re literally trapped here.”

“well nobody panic,” alejandra said dramatically while carrying plates into the kitchen. “we have enough food for at least a week.”

“a week?” jermajesty groaned. “oh my god.”

you sat quietly at the counter stirring cream into your coffee.

his eyes landed on you instantly.

you looked pretty even when you were upset. annoyingly pretty.

oversized hoodie. curls slightly messy. long lashes casting shadows against your cheeks while you stared into your mug like it personally offended you.

he noticed you still wore the chain he bought you last summer.

you noticed him noticing.

your gaze flicked away immediately.

damn.

“you two are weird,” his older sister suddenly said from across the kitchen.

both of your heads snapped toward her.

“excuse me?” you laughed awkwardly.

“seriously,” she continued. “usually y’all are attached at the hip during family trips. now it’s giving divorced parents.”

“okay!” alejandra cut in quickly. “eat your breakfast.”

but several people around the kitchen started laughing because everybody had clearly already noticed the tension.

jermajesty rubbed his face. “can everybody mind their business?”

“we are minding it,” jaafar smirked from the couch. “this is entertaining.”

you shook your head, trying not to smile despite yourself.

jermajesty caught it immediately.

that tiny smile.

and for the first time in days, something in him softened.

because at least you were still looking at him.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

by nighttime, the storm had become dangerous.

wind slammed against the cabin windows hard enough to make the lights flicker every few minutes.

you sat curled on one end of the sectional couch while the family watched movies and talked over each other. every now and then thunder rumbled somewhere outside.

your phone buzzed beside you.

mom: roads are getting closed out there. y’all stay safe please.

before you could answer, the lights suddenly shut off.

the entire cabin went dark.

a chorus of confused yelling immediately filled the room.

“oh hell no.”

“are you serious?”

“wait somebody touched my leg!”

you laughed quietly under your breath as flashlight lights started appearing around the room.

then another flicker.

nothing.

the power stayed out this time.

“okay,” jermaine sighed somewhere in the dark. “nobody panic.”

“why would you say don’t panic?” somebody complained. “now i’m panicking.”

candles were eventually lit around the cabin, casting everything in soft gold shadows. it should’ve felt cozy.

instead, the storm outside only seemed louder now.

after another hour, one of the maintenance workers called saying part of the upstairs heating system had frozen.

meaning several bedrooms upstairs were unusable until morning.

“you’ve gotta be kidding me,” jermajesty muttered when room arrangements started getting shuffled around.

you looked up from your blanket slowly.

because there was only one bedroom left.

his.

alejandra blinked between both of you carefully.

“i mean…” she started cautiously, “you two have shared rooms before.”

“mom,” jermajesty warned.

she lifted her hands innocently.

you swallowed hard.

because suddenly the thought of being trapped in the same room with him all night felt way scarier than the storm outside.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

the room felt smaller than it actually was.

maybe it was the storm outside.

maybe it was the way silence filled every corner the second the bedroom door shut behind both of you.

jermajesty tossed his phone onto the dresser before running a hand through his curls. “you can take the bed.”

you looked over at him. “and you’re gonna sleep where?”

“the floor or something.”

“jer…”

“seriously, it’s fine.”

you sighed softly, setting your overnight bag near the wall. “we’re not doing that.”

he looked up.

“we’ve shared beds before,” you said quietly. “it’s not that big of a deal.”

except it was.

because the problem had never been sharing space with jermajesty.

the problem was how easy it still felt to be around him even after he hurt you.

outside, wind howled against the cabin windows while soft candlelight flickered across the room. the power still hadn’t returned, leaving everything dim and warm.

you changed quietly in the bathroom before climbing into bed wearing one of your oversized shirts and shorts.

jermajesty tried not to stare when you walked out.

tried and failed.

because you looked soft and beautiful in the kind of effortless way that always ruined him a little.

he climbed in beside you a few minutes later, keeping distance between your bodies.

for a while, neither of you spoke.

the only sounds were the storm outside and the occasional crackle from the fireplace downstairs.

then quietly,

“why’ve you been treating me different?”

your voice barely rose above the wind.

jermajesty stared at the ceiling.

“i haven’t.”

you turned your head toward him immediately. “don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“pretend i’m making it up.” silence.

you sat up slightly now, frustration finally slipping through your voice.

“you stopped calling like you used to. every time we’re together lately you seem distracted. half the time i feel like i’m bothering you just for wanting attention from my own boyfriend.”

that word hit him hard.

boyfriend.

because lately he hadn’t even been acting like one.

his jaw tightened while he looked down at his hands.

“it’s not you.”

“then what is it?”

another long silence stretched between you both.

finally, he exhaled.

“everything got serious.”

you frowned slightly. “what does that mean?”

“It means…” he rubbed his face tiredly. “you’re not some random girl to me.”

your chest tightened hearing that.

“you’ve been around my family forever. my mom loves you more than me at this point,” he said with a weak laugh. “everybody already treats you like you belong here.”

his voice softened.

“and that scares me.”

you stared at him quietly.

“why?”

“because what if i ruin it?”

the vulnerability in his voice almost hurt to hear.

jermajesty looked over at you now, eyes darker in the candlelight.

“you know how people see me,” he admitted quietly. “half the time i don’t even know if i’m doing relationships right. and lately i just kept thinking…” he paused. “what if you wake up one day and realize i’m not enough for you?”

your expression softened instantly.

“jer…”

“so i pulled away first.”

there it was.

the truth. the stupid, messy, and painfully honest truth.

you felt your eyes sting slightly before shaking your head.

“you idiot.”

a small breath of laughter escaped him.

you moved closer before you could overthink it, your fingers brushing lightly against his jaw.

“i’ve loved you since we were kids,” you whispered. “you really think i’d still be here if you weren’t enough for me?”

his eyes searched yours carefully.

like he was trying to decide whether he deserved to believe you.

then slowly, his hand slid against your waist beneath the blankets.

“i missed you,” he admitted softly.

your breath caught.

because somehow hearing that felt more intimate than anything else.

the space between you disappeared naturally after that.

his forehead rested against yours first.

then his lips brushed yours softly.

like he was relearning you.

the kiss deepened slowly, all lingering emotion and tension finally spilling out between both of you after weeks of distance. your fingers slid into his curls while his hand tightened gently at your waist, pulling you closer against him.

every touch felt warm. familiar.

needed.

he kissed you like he was sorry.

like he was terrified to lose you.

your breathing grew uneven when his lips trailed briefly along your jaw, his voice low against your skin.

“you have no idea how hard it’s been not touching you.”

heat rushed through your stomach instantly.

you shifted closer without thinking, legs brushing against his beneath the blankets.

his hands moved carefully along your thighs, slow enough to give you time to pull away if you wanted.

you didn’t.

instead you kissed him again harder this time, emotion and want mixing together until neither of you could tell where one ended and the other started.

outside, snow slammed against the windows.

inside, the room only grew warmer.

his kisses grew slower after that, deeper, the kind that left both of you breathless between each touch. the tension from the last few weeks melted into something softer now, something warm and aching and impossible to ignore.

you could feel his heartbeat against your chest when he pulled you closer, one hand sliding carefully along your thigh beneath the blanket. not rushed, not careless.

like he wanted to remember every part of you.

“come here,” he murmured quietly against your lips.

you shifted willingly into him until there was barely space left between your bodies. the oversized shirt you wore had slipped slightly off one shoulder, and jermajesty’s eyes dropped there for a second before he kissed the skin gently.

the small sound that escaped you made him smile against your neck.

“there she is,” he whispered.

your fingers tightened lightly in the fabric of his hoodie as his lips continued trailing slowly along your jawline and neck, lingering just enough to make your breathing uneven. outside the storm raged against the cabin windows, but inside everything felt warm, heavy, intimate.

“you know what you do to me?” he said quietly.

you swallowed. “what?”

his hand slid against your waist, pulling you flush against him again before he answered.

“you make me forget every stupid thing in my head.”

the honesty in his voice hit harder than the flirting.

you kissed him again immediately, softer this time, and he melted into it with a quiet exhale. weeks of frustration, missing each other, wanting each other, all of it blurred together until neither of you could stop smiling between kisses.

jermajesty rested his forehead against yours afterward, thumb brushing slowly along your hip beneath the blanket.

“i’m serious about you,” he admitted quietly. “probably more serious than i know how to handle.”

your chest tightened hearing that.

for a second neither of you spoke, just laid there tangled together while candlelight flickered across the room.

then you laughed softly. “you know your family’s gonna be annoying tomorrow.”

he groaned immediately, dropping his head against your shoulder. “jaafar’s never letting this go.”

you laughed harder when he kissed your shoulder dramatically like he was suffering.

but even then, even joking around, he still kept holding you close.

like he finally understood he almost lost something he couldn’t replace.

then suddenly,

“does anybody know where the—”

both of your heads snapped toward the doorway where jaafar stood frozen holding a flashlight.

both of your heads snapped toward the doorway where jaafar stood frozen holding a flashlight.

his eyes slowly moved from jermajesty laying half on top of you… to your tangled legs beneath the blankets… to the candlelight mood lighting surrounding the room.

“oh.”

you immediately shoved your face into jermajesty’s chest out of embarrassment while jermajesty grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it directly at him.

“GET OUT.”

jaafar dodged it easily, looking way too entertained.

“this is insane,” he laughed. “the whole family downstairs talking about board games while y’all up here.”

“leave!” you yelled, unable to stop laughing.

“okay okay i’m going,” he grinned, backing toward the hallway. “but just so y’all know, these walls are thin.”

“JAFAAR.”

the door slammed shut again while jermajesty groaned into the pillow beside you.

you were still laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

“i’m never going downstairs again,” he muttered dramatically.

you looked over at him, curls messy, cheeks flushed, still half wrapped around you beneath the blankets.

and for the first time in weeks, everything between you finally felt okay again.

[yourleogf]

Can you pls write something about jermajesty Jackson!💕

suck it up ❥ jermajesty jackson

PAIRING: jermajesty jackson x player!black!fem!reader

SUMMARY: inspired by “Suck It Up” by Monaleo + this edit + this edit as well + in which Jermajesty is one of the men on your roster that you see from time to time to either hang out with or get your rocks off. however, when one of Jermajesty’s exes suddenly reappears in his life to try and get him back by exposing your relationship with him and by dragging your name through the mud, you make it your mission to give her a piece of your mind — and to give Jermajesty a piece of something else just to piss her off further. 🩷

AUTHOR’S NOTE #1: also inspired by “Big Ole Freak” by Megan Thee Stallion (“nobody know, i fuck with him on the low. we never show up together, but i text him when i’m ready to go.”) ✨

AUTHOR’S NOTE #2: can you tell i had a lot of fun writing this? 🤭 LMAOOOOO enjoy!! 💐

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“these bitches be peasants, just address as me as your majesty.” + “you sure that’s your nigga? ‘cause i really can’t tell. not by the way he be calling my cell.” + “and stop calling that nigga phone while we together. he busy, bitch.”

you were never a monogamous type of woman. maybe during your teen years, but as you grew older, you thought the idea of committing to just one man was essentially useless. why let one man lock you down when you could go have fun with as many as you wanted?

that’s exactly how you’ve been spending your time lately — with a phone full of various sexy and incredibly easy men who would drop everything the second you wanted something, no matter what it was that you wanted from them. you were gorgeous in the face, a 10 in your physique, and your sex game was top tier, so who wouldn’t want to run to you as soon as you called?

you’d always tell yourself not to pick favorites in your roster and just continue to use them freely without showing one more attention than the others… but after you met Jermajesty, all of that flew out of the window quicker than you initially wanted it to.

you didn’t get attached to him, nor did you drop the rest of your hoes for him, but you did start to ignore them a bit more than usual and pick Jermajesty over them. it wasn’t intentional at all, but after the first time you slept with him, you started craving him more than you’d usually crave other men on your roster, which honestly freaked you out a little because it had never happened to you before.

you didn’t want to end up catching feelings for him and you didn’t want him catching feelings for you because you knew exactly how that would go, especially since you’ve had to cut off a few of your old hoes in the past for catching feelings. Jermajesty knew what kind of woman you were when he met you, so you hoped he wasn’t the type to try and change who you were — mainly because it wouldn’t work.

things between you, Jermajesty, and your other hoes had been going smoothly lately until… well, until his weird ass ex decided that she wanted him back and completely exposed your relationship with him on her Instagram story today while also simultaneously putting you on blast, causing the blogs to be all over your asses.

it was obvious she either stalked you or had someone else stalk you for her because the photo she shared of you two with her defamation post was from two weeks ago — the first and last time you and Jermajesty went in public together. it was a photo of the two of you hand-in-hand walking into a movie theater together, your faces as visible as day with identical grins.

unfortunately, that was the moment shit started to go downhill. your phone blew up the moment you were posted on blogs holding another man’s hand, your other hoes and your friends texting you all at once to talk about the controversy happening and understand what the hell was happening.

you were struggling to reply to everybody’s overwhelming spew of messages while also plotting to get on Jermajesty’s ex for telling your business, but the moment some of the men on your roster cut you off because of the fake news, it sent you on an incredibly disrespectful rant on your Instagram live in retaliation to her lies earlier today — specifically, an hour ago.

“you too busy watchin’ where my pussy goin’ instead of gettin’ a fuckin’ hobby, you dumb ass bitch,” you scoffed as your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms, glaring at your propped-up phone, “i don’t give a fuck who y’all seen me with and where you saw me with ‘em, i’m single as hell. fuck what the blogs say and fuck whatever she say, she don’t even know me like that!”

“she got all this disrespectful ass shit to say about me just because i’m fuckin’ on her ex— he is not your damn boyfriend!” you exclaimed as your face slightly scrunched up and you laughed bitterly, “shit, as far as i’m concerned, whatever problem you have is with him, not me!”

“then this ho had the nerve to try and call me ‘miss community pussy’… ooh, i swear i almost told her somethin’. bitch, i’m young and real sexy, i can have a roster if i want to, the fuck?” you scoffed lightly as your eyes briefly scanned the comments in your live and you watched the viewer count continue to skyrocket, “talkin’ all kinds of shit about my pussy, but your ex love to bury his face in my shit on a daily basis, so what’s really tea? it’s givinggg that you mad ‘cause your pussy don’t pop like mine, boo.”

“oh!— and another thing! stop fuckin’ sneakin’ pictures of me when i’m out in public, you creepy ass ho, because i can be outside with whoever the fuck i damn well please! shit, i could be with your baby daddy tomorrow night if you got one!” you exclaimed with a snort of amusement as you rested your hands on your hips, “don’t let this social media shit gas your head up and get your ass beat ‘cause i don’t play these types of games with nobody.”

“somebody just commented ‘idk sis, that whole post felt like some cockblocking shit’— because it literally was, bro, i’m tellin’ y’all! this bitch literally made almost all of my other niggas cut me off with this bullshit!” you exclaimed with a dry laugh as you slightly flailed your arms, “like, why are you so worried about me and what i do in my private time?! and why the hell are you so worried about what your ex got goin’ on and who they fuckin’ on now?! y’all, i really don’t think this weird bitch got a job or some shit ‘cause it’s gettin’ real spooky out here…”

before you could continue giving his ex a big piece of your mind that would ultimately end up with your Instagram being either taken down or restricted, you ended up getting a FaceTime from Jermajesty mid-live, which you quickly accepted and ended your live without saying anything else. the minute the call connected, Jermajesty popped up with a slight clench in his jaw and his eyes slightly darker than usual, his expression giving away his feelings of frustration.

the call was shorter than your usual FaceTimes, but the last thing Jermajesty said to you was “don’t post or say nothin’ else to her ass. i’ma be at your house in an hour.” before the call abruptly ended and left you standing in your home in deafening silence.

you were a bit amused by the angry change in his demeanor, honestly finding it sexy that his ex badmouthing you had completely thrown off his mood and made him want to defend your honor, even if the two of you weren’t together.

it didn’t make you any less frustrated though because all of the drama his ex caused over that photo made your roster drop from high to low in the short span of just two hours, only three of them — including Jermajesty — remaining by your side through the ongoing conflict.

luckily for you, that hour you spent alone and off of social media flew by quicker than you expected it to because it led to where you are now: getting up from the couch to answer the front door.

unlocking and pulling the door open, you rested your other hand on your hip as you looked up at Jermajesty, his eyes back to their soft brown the moment he looked at you yet that slight clench in his jaw still remained.

“so what took you an hour to come over here, J?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, your eyes following his movements while you shut and locked the door behind him.

“had to take care of business, mama,” Jermajesty answered casually as he walked towards the living room and you followed behind him, a small grin pulling at the corners of your mouth from the term of endearment, “made some calls and got all that shit took down.”

your eyebrows almost immediately furrowed and a look of confusion crossed your face as the two of you took a seat on your couch and leaned back into the cushions, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him while his hand splayed across your side.

“you bein’ real vague right now and you know i hate that shit,” you huffed as you instinctively leaned into his touch and turned your head to properly face him, your eyes searching his expression, “c’mon, ‘Majesty, spit it out.”

“i called my ex and made her delete all that shit she posted about us. then i made her get in touch with all them blogs that reposted her stuff and made ‘em delete it, too.” Jermajesty explained, a hint of pride in his voice, as both of your eyebrows slightly raised in pleasant surprise and you grinned widely, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“oooh, you handlin’ business like that?” you teased as your grin smoothly converted into a smirk and you playfully rested your hand against the center of his chest, “okay, big daddy, i see you.”

Jermajesty laughed and lightly shook his head, his curls gently shifting with his movement, as your smirk slightly widened and you slowly caressed his chest with your palm, the motion suggestive yet you played it off as casual.

“stop playin’ with me like i’d let somebody talk shit about you and get away with it,” Jermajesty chuckled softly as he glanced down at your hand and smirked a little before gently grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to his mouth to press kisses against each of your knuckles, “you rubbin’ my chest like you want somethin’, mama.”

“maybe i wanna piss your ex off some more,” you smirked, your voice shifting into a tempting tone, as you watched him kiss your knuckles before shifting your hand in his grasp, cupping his chin in your hand and resting your thumb against his cheek, “give her weird ass more reasons not to like me.”

Jermajesty grinned at the sound of your words, though you could tell that he was on the same page as you by the glint in his pretty brown eyes, and his other hand slightly tightened on your side before he pulled you onto his lap, your hands moving to rest against his shoulders while you shifted your hips to properly straddle him.

“and maybe i wanna piss your other niggas off,” Jermajesty murmured as he gripped your hips and held them securely before leaning forward and pressing kisses along your jawline, “tired of havin’ to share you anyway.”

“sounds like a personal problem to me… damn near all my other niggas cut me off over all this shit anyway,” you chuckled softly as you cradled the back of Jermajesty’s head and let out a faint hum, leaning into his kisses, “you bad for business, J.”

“mm, sounds like a personal problem to me, mama,” Jermajesty muttered against you, using your own words against you, as his thumbs rubbed small circles against your hips, “just means i get more of you to myself. and speaking of problems… i was on your live earlier before i called you.”

“you were?” you asked in amusement, your smile slightly widening, as Jermajesty hummed lowly and gently squeezed your hips in response, earning a soft snort from you, “what’d you think about my rant, boo?”

“i think,” Jermajesty deliberately paused and lowered his head into the crook of your neck as he left open-mouthed kisses against your melanated skin and used one of his hands to grip your chin and slightly tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to him while his other hand splayed across your back, “it was real sexy hearin’ you tell everybody about how i ‘love to bury my face’ in that pussy.”

“oh, you got flashbacks from that, huh?” you teased, your voice suddenly softer than before, as Jermajesty smirked a little at the change in your tone and latched around a particularly sensitive part of your neck, gently sucking at it and coaxing a soft moan from you.

“somethin’ like that.” Jermajesty mumbled, softly nipping at your skin, as you inhaled sharply through your nose and slightly nudged his shoulder with your other hand, silently reminding him of your “no hickeys” rule that he was clearly breaking by biting and sucking on you.

“Jermajesty,” his name left your mouth in a breathy warning tone, trying your hardest to sound firm as if he wasn’t practically making out with a sensitive part of your neck, “no hickeys, boy. i told you that from the beginning.”

smirking, Jermajesty slowly pulled away from your neck and raised his head as he looked up at you, his eyes lingering on your lips before flickering up to meet your gaze.

“well, since everybody already thinks we together… might as well claim what’s mine,” Jermajesty taunted playfully as he let go of your chin and wrapped his hand around your neck, his thumb rubbing the faint markings on the side of your neck, “they look good on you, too. might give you some more later on.”

“i swear i’m gon’ hurt you.” you huffed softly, though a small grin crept onto your face, as Jermajesty grinned back at you and you leaned down to him, cupping his jaw in one of your hands before attaching your lips to his.

“i might like it… your threats sounds sexy.”

your back arched up off of the couch and a loud cry of bliss fell from your mouth as your orgasm rocketed through you and onto Jermajesty’s face, his hands firmly gripping your thighs to keep them pulled open while he continued hungrily lapping at your pussy. your fingers wiggled through his curls and a broken whimper fell from your lips as he ate you through your climax, helping the orgasmic shocks subside while you panted heavily underneath him.

“fuck,” you exhaled deeply, your body slowly coming down from its orgasm-induced high, as Jermajesty placed one final kiss against your clit before pulling his head back and looking up at you, a slight smirk on his face while he ran his tongue over his lips, “maybe i needa’ brag about you givin’ me head more often.”

“your other niggas gon’ be mad at you if you do,” Jermajesty smirked, slightly raising his eyebrows, as he let go of your thighs and moved up your body, hovering over you for a moment before leaning down to softly peck your lips, “thought that was somethin’ you wanted to avoid, mama?”

“they already mad now, so it’ll be alright,” you snorted softly, looking up at him, as you leaned up to him and pecked his lips twice in return before lowering your hands to the waistband of his pants, “take these off, baby.”

“take ‘em off for me since you wanna be bossy.” Jermajesty jokingly demanded, earning a soft laugh from you, as he leaned down to you again and kissed you deeply, your lips curling into a small grin against his while you returned the kiss.

as the two of you kissed, your hands worked on undressing his lower half, his hips shifting to help you out until he was completely bare just like you. easing his body on top of yours, his hips naturally slotted between your thighs and his erection pressed against your core, causing you to moan softly into the kiss while his hands returned to your thighs and gripped them to spread you further open.

Jermajesty slowly rolled his hips against your pussy once, allowing you to feel just how hard and girthy he was, and you whimpered quietly at the feeling as your hands cradled the back of his head and the two of you deepened the kiss simultaneously, both of you eager to feel each other closer than you already were.

however, before you could continue any further, the sound of a phone ringing struck through the heated silence in the room and the two of you groaned in unison before pulling away from the kiss and turning your heads towards the coffee table where both of your phones were.

“whose damn phone is that?” you huffed, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as your hands moved down to his forearms and you watched him slightly lean over to the coffee table to look between both of your phones — and by the look on his face, you already had your answer before he even said anything.

“it’s mine,” Jermajesty chuckled, grabbing his phone, as he leaned back into his original position and turned his phone around to show the screen, revealing an unsaved number and the ‘Answer’ or ‘Decline’ buttons underneath the digits, “guess who it is.”

“she can’t take a hint or some shit?” you scoffed, the furrow between your brows slightly deepening, as your eyes flickered between the phone and Jermajesty’s face, “block her or somethin’. she annoyin’ the fuck outta’ me.”

“nah. i know exactly what i’ma do,” Jermajesty’s lips curled up into a smirk — it wasn’t his usual smirk and that alone should’ve alerted you — and he flipped his phone around back to him as he looked at it for a moment before looking down at you, “you trust me?”

you slightly narrowed your eyes at him and searched his face, as if trying to gauge what his intentions were and where his mind was at, “not with that look on your face, J.”

“i’m not gon’ do nothin’ bad. a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ is all i need,” Jermajesty answered simply as he slightly tilted his head and trailed his free hand up to your waist, gently squeezing it before caressing it slowly, “do you trust me?”

you looked at him silently for a moment before slowly nodding your head, a small grin pulling at the corners of your mouth, “…yeah, i trust you.”

Jermajesty’s unreadable smirk turned into a full-blown mischievous smile and before you knew it, he had both of your legs thrown over his shoulders and his phone rested near your head, your eyes slightly widening once it started to connect in your head what he was about to do.

answering the call with one hand, Jermajesty purposely put the phone on speaker and slipped his other hand between your legs, his thumb momentarily teasing your clit before his hand shifted to grab ahold of his dick and guide it to your entrance.

“hello?”

“…hey, Jermajesty. um… look, i know i’m probably the last person you want to hear from right now, but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry for everything i posted today. i was wrong for that. i was just… really hoping we could talk about getting back togeth—”

as she spoke, Jermajesty’s hips steadily pushed forward until his dick was buried to the hilt, which ultimately coaxed a long high-pitched moan from you since your legs being elevated on his shoulders put him at an advantage to dig deeper inside your walls.

he smirked proudly at the sound and slightly tightened his grip on your waist as his other hand gripped one of your thighs to keep your leg steady on his shoulder and he began thrusting into you at a quick yet deep pace, the sounds of skin-slapping filling the room and most likely echoing through the phone while he continued fucking you like you owed him something.

“ohhh, fuuuuck— nnnngh— baby!” you cried out, your head falling back against the cushions, as your back tried to arch up from the couch but Jermajesty’s grip on your waist kept you pinned down, a loud desperate whine falling from your lips while you clung to his arms, “‘M-Majestyyy!”

“mhm, that’s it, mama. take that dick. keep takin’ it like a good girl f’me,” Jermajesty leaned down to you, essentially folding you in half, and he pressed kisses against your collarbone before inching his head up to rest in the crook of your neck, gliding his tongue across your skin and pulling a whimper from your vocals, “you sound so pretty when you moanin’ for me like that, baby. love the way this pussy wettin’ me up.”

you were so far gone that you forgot that the two of you were still on the phone with Jermajesty’s ex since she had went completely silent, but he didn’t, and that’s why he was fucking you like this. he wanted her to hear everything — the way you’d moan with each rock of his hips, the way you’d cry out his name when he went too deep, the sounds of your bodies repeatedly colliding and becoming even slicker, the filthy things he’d say to you while deep inside you, and so much more that would send that poor woman into cardiac arrest.

raising his head from the crook of your neck, Jermajesty let go of your thigh and wrapped his hand around your jaw instead as he tilted your head back down, “look at me, pretty girl.”

your eyes dazedly met his and you blinked rapidly through the pleasurable haze your mind was being shoved through as your hands left his arms and you cradled his face instead, a desperate attempt to ground yourself in the moment while he continued fucking you into the couch cushions as his ex-girlfriend listened.

“talk to me, mama. tell me how i’m makin’ you feel.”

“y-you—ngh!—you makin’ me f-feel soooo good, J!”

“yeah? you like when i fuck you like this, beautiful?”

“yes! ooh, fuuuuck— yes, babyyy!”

the moment you felt Jermajesty slightly shift the angle of his hips and thrust a little harder was the moment you completely shattered underneath him. you gasped loudly and your jaw went slack as your mouth hung open and your sounds grew higher in pitch and louder in volume, your noises beginning to punctuate each of his thrusts while your eyes rolled back again and your eyebrows furrowed.

“oh, i found that spot, didn’t i, mama?” Jermajesty smirked cockily, maintaining his angle, as your hands shot to his back and you gripped him tight, profusely nodding your head while your nails left crescent-shaped markings in his skin, “mhm, that’s what i thought. hold onto me, baby, i got you. know i can’t let my pretty girl down.”

your head fell back for a second time and a rough sob of pleasure left your mouth as your legs locked up on his shoulders and your knees started to graze your shoulders with each of his thrusts, earning a very high-pitched whine from you while your stomach muscles began to tighten and your walls started to flutter around his dick.

“i feel you, baby, you cummin’? hm? you cummin’ on this dick f’me?” Jermajesty cooed, smirking a little, as he watched your body slightly jerk underneath his weight and took notice of the change in your vocals, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.

“ughhh, yes!” you cried out, your voice wavering, as you quickly nodded your head and your eyes squeezed shut, your thighs beginning to tremble before your orgasm suddenly crashed down on you, “ohhhh, my fuuuuck— Jermajesty!”

as Jermajesty continued fucking you through your climax, both of you were unaware of the fact that his ex had hung up the phone before he asked you to tell him how you were feeling — but it’s not like either of you would’ve actually cared if you had known.

she should’ve known better than to call his phone while he was with you anyway.

[tadasnow]

Bf! Jermajesty x reader: (family vacation)

Warnings: .ᐟ Includes sexual themes (18+)

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Bf!Jermajesty who is a pain in the ass to wake up in the mornings. It’s already 11 am and you’re running around stressing. Jermajesty lays half naked, half conscious in bed. It doesn’t help that his family is downstairs waiting either.

“Jermajesty!” You call for the fifth time. “Will you please get up.”

He’s babbling nonsense when you come to the conclusion that this sweet shit wasn’t going to work with him. The next five minutes, you spend dragging him out of bed and around the room.

“Chill, I’m right behind you.” He grunts when you snap your head back to make sure he’s following you downstairs.

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Bf!Jermajesty who can’t keep his hands to himself to save his life. One thing about Jermajesty was that he lacked the filter you so wished he’d 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 Jermajesty’s 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.

“You need to stop before your mama starts cussing us both out.”

“I can’t. You’re just laying there looking sexy.” He says scooting closer to you on the sun bed.

“Ugh.” You roll your eyes and turn around, not even bothering anymore. Jermajesty laughs, hand still not moving anywhere.

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Bf! Jermajesty who can’t wait until he gets home to be inside you again. You’re 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 they’re around him and stroking lightly against his scalp.

Jermajesty shudders against your throat as he kisses and bites at your skin. “You tired, baby?”

The way he says it lets you know exactly what he’s hinting at, and you can’t help but get excited. “No, i want you.”

That’s all you have to say before he’s nudging his tip at your entrance.

He moves with the ease of someone who’s studied your body inside out and you can’t help but slowly move against him in return. He’s not going easy on you, your legs are bent against your chest, and he’s so deliciously hitting that spot in you. The fact that his family are all sleeping down the hall slips your mind entirely.

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Bf!Jermajesty who complains about having to take your pictures, but would rather die than let anyone else do it for you.

“Baby how many do you need?” Jermajesty questions after you tell him to take it again. You’re sitting in the luxurious hotel lobby, dolled up and ready for dinner. He stands there throwing a tantrum. “They all look the same!”

You huff. He’d taken 10 pictures max. “Fine if you don’t wanna do it, someone else can.” You snatch the phone out his hand and turn to a hotel employee that just happened to walk by. “Hi, could you please take a picture of me.”

The employee doesn’t even have time to answer before Jermajesty cuts in, shaking his head. “It’s fine, I’ll do it.”

You give him the phone back. “I better not hear complaining this time.”

Your boyfriend doesn’t say anything, but keeps on snapping pictures of you.

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Bf!Jermajesty who can’t stop staring at you during the whole vacation. You’re 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 you’d 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.

“Bro, she not going no where.” Jaafar says from the chair besides him. “You can look away for two seconds, you know.”

“She’s good with kids.” Jermajesty said absently. “Like really good. Right?”

Jaafar looks over for a second before nodding. “Yeah, sure.” He doesn’t think much of it till Jermajesty remains quiet. Jaafar looks over and one look at his brother makes him shake his head. “Yeah absolutely not, man.”

A knowing smile pulls at Jermajesty’s lips. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Your face said enough.” His older brother countered.

It was only a matter of time before Jermajesty physically couldn’t stay away from you any longer. He begged his aunt to get her daughter knowing there was no way you’d 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.

[strawberrykittymp3]

So imagine inpatient!jermajesty, at movie night with all his cousin-siblings. (No shade😬) but couldn't even wait until the night was over to touch on reader.... This could be smut, OR fluffy with someone noticing all the cuddling, and they start teasing them.💆🏾‍♀️

Movie night

Jermajesty Jackson x Fem!reader

Synopsis: When your boyfriend invited you to movie night after not seeing you for a while, you were expecting to have a nice time with him and his siblings, you didn’t expect him to be so needy.

WARNINGS: Jermajesty is down baaaaad, kinda fluffy, light exhibitionism? Maddie’s in this one, heavy teasing, even heavier smut, making out, oral (male receiving), light fingering?, matting press, PIV, light choking (a headlock occurs <3), spanking, raw sex (don’t do that) creampie <3 light aftercare

Authors note: i was possessed while writing this, idk what happened to me i just need Jermajesty to put me through a mattress. No proofread

Thank you sm @bbcouture4 for this request😮‍💨 had my mind racing there

As always i do like to write and describe a lot

This content is NOT AI and it shall NOT be used to train AI, enjoy pookies

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Movie night at Hayvenhurst was always a great time, you love his family, so when your boyfriend Jermajesty invited you over with his brothers and sister in law you just couldn’t say no.

Once you arrived, you and Maddie were both on drinks and popcorn duty while the boys were back in the living room fighting over who picks the movie

“He missed you so much you know?” she says with a chuckle while she loads up the popcorn machine

Your smile instantly softened “Jer?”

She instantly nods “he wouldn’t stop talking about you” she giggles

“He kept staring at the pictures you would send him, telling us how much he misses you, how hot you looked at the beach” she mutters under her breath as she turned to look at you “He really loves you” she says as she finishes putting popcorn on the bowls “trust me i’ve been here for years i’ve never seen him like this before” she takes a sip of her drink “He’s down bad is what im trying to say”

“He’s also been super cranky and losing his mind over the pictures you sent him so” she shrugged “do with that what you will”

The room felt warm.

You tried to hide your smile by turning back toward the counter, but Maddie caught it instantly.

“Ohhhh you got it bad too.”

“I do not.” You chuckled

“You absolutely do.” she says handing you your bowl “Cmon lover girl, i’m sure he’s already waiting for you”

You come back to the living room with Maddie, drinks and popcorn in hand, a smile on your face and a newfound confidence from the revelation she made to you, did he really have it that bad for you? You decided to pay more attention.

Jermajesty scans your body as you walk his way.

Fuck you look good.

Granted, you hadn’t seen each other in two weeks, the thought of you was torturous, his head was already spinning, and for some reason, your simple sweatpants and tight tank top were doing the trick for him.

The moment you sit down, his hands are on you, arm hooked around your waist the moment you passed him the popcorn bowl, pulling you backwards until your back was fully against his chest, legs tangled with his under the blanket. earning a quiet chuckle from Randy.

“Damn man she ain’t going anywhere” Randy said making Jaafar laugh as well

“Yeah dude she literally just went to the kitchen” Jaafar says before putting some popcorn on his mouth

“Mans acting like a schoolboy who just discovered women” Randy continued, making both Maddie and you laugh.

“You guys are annoying would you play the fucking movie?” he says trying to ignore the fact that he’s blushing, his grip on your waist even stronger.

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As the movie goes on, the attention is focused on the movie, well, everyones attention but Jermajesty’s.

It started innocently enough, his hand on your waist, tracing lacy patterns through the fabric of your shirt, then you could feel his fingertips hooking to the hem of your sweatpants, slowly slipping down your thigh under the pants, taking full advantage of the fact that your legs were covered with a blanket.

You looked up at him, shocked by his boldness, but he didn’t moved an inch, his eyes fixed on the TV pretending to pay attention to the movie.

“Jer” you whisper just loud enough for him to hear

“Mmm?” he hums softly as he continues his trail, hand now fully on your ass, and his middle finger brushing with your heat ever so slightly making you feel lightheaded.

And you don’t stay behind. Your hand, previously resting on his thigh is now on his noticeable bulge under the covers slowly moving up and down through the fabric, earning a grunt from him that he covered up with a cough.

“You okay baby?” you say looking up at him innocently, still touching him under the cover, and that made him nearly lose it. To his advantage, the movie credits started rolling, he pulled his hand out of your pants, and sat up immediately

“Alrighty then we’re going to bed” he said as his hand reappeared from under the covers tapping your waist with urgency

“Already?” Randy says with a knowing smirk “cmon we were thinking about playing some games-“

“Nah we leaving” he barely even let you grab your phone before putting you over his shoulder like nothing and taking you upstairs.

“Don’t wait up” he says as he walks up the stairs

“JERMAJESTY-“ you scream holding onto him

The room goes quiet for a second, until they hear the door closing and locking upstairs

“They were definitely touching under the blanket” Jaafar says matter of factly

“Oh 100 percent” Randy goes as he gets up to get more popcorn “I can’t believe my little brother is getting more than me dude”

Back at the room, when Jermajesty put you down, you were immediately backed up to the wall as he kissed you desperately

“I missed you” he says in between kisses, moving from your mouth to your neck, making you let out a soft whimper “and these” he says taking off your tank top and groping your breast shamelessly, moving his hands down your ass giving it a tight squeeze

“Missed you too” you say moving your hands under his shirt feeling up his toned body as you take his shirt off, then moving one hand over to his dick, palming him through his pants “I need you so bad Jermajesty”

“Fuck” he groans, his hands pull you from your hips aggressively making you sit down on the bed

“You gon’ suck me off baby?” his voice drops, your fingers hooking onto the edge of his pants while you nod looking at him through your lashes

He chuckles “Cmon then baby, i’m all yours”

You don’t waste a second more pulling his pants down, letting his dick sprung out free, long, girthy, and clean shaved like he knew the night was gonna end this way. You start lightly stroking him before taking a long lick down his length making him shiver.

Before he can get a protest out, you take him fully in your mouth

“O-Oh fuck” he instinctively puts his hands on your head, holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you suck him like your life depends on it. He bucks his hips back into you, making you gag

“Cmon baby you can take it” his free hand moves to your throat “Relax f’ me okay?” To the best of your ability, you nod, mascara running down your face, you holding him by the hips taking him deep inside your throat, you suddenly feel him twitch

“Shit baby I-I’m” you quickly hook your arms around his hips so he can’t pull away from you “What are you?- Oh my gosh” that man damn near whimpers as bucks his hips and cums in your mouth.

“Holy shit” he says as he rides off his orgasm, his breath is still raged, he looks down at you as you open your mouth, showing him you swallowed his every drop, he chuckles under his breath.

“Come here ma” he suddenly holds you by the neck kissing you possessively, tongues clashing with each other as his free hand lifts up your hips swiftly taking off your pants and panties, now he’s pressing you into the bed as he pushes your thighs open, rubbing his fingers against your pussy making you moan

“Oh baby you’re so wet f’me” he says before biting his lip looking down at your naked body “All this just for me?” he says circling his middle finger on your clit on a torturous pace “Fuck i’m such a lucky man”

“Jer- baby” you say in between moans, his other hand still around your neck making you feel lightheaded from the pleasure “Please don’t tease me”

He hums, pulling his fingers away from your cunt, taking them to his mouth licking them clean, “You look good when you beg girl” he smirks “I’ll keep that in mind” He gives your thigh a light tap as he tells you to turn around ass up.

He lightly slaps his dick against your pussy “Fuck you make me go crazy” he slowly slid into you, stretching you out deliciously “F-Fuck ma, you so tight” he lightly spanks your ass, making you jump up

“Jer- f-feels so good” you moan as you grip onto the sheets “more p-please” you say as you back up into him, he holds your hips tightly, giving your ass another slap

“Yeah? want more?” he goes down, wrapping one arm around your head putting you on a headlock as he relentlessly thrusts into you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. At this point, the headboard is slapping against the wall and you’re a moaning mess, you couldn’t care less if everyone hears, that’s a problem for you from the future.

“Fuck baby” he moans into your ear “You feel so good, best pussy in the world” he spanks your ass again, making you clench around him, he chuckles “Ohhh you liked that?” Another spank. “You like me getting rough with you? mmm?”

You wish you could respond, you can only whimper soft “yes” as you feel your stomach tie on a knot

“Jer!”

“I know i know” his thrust becoming sloppier “Fuck baby cum for me i gotchu”

You let out a choked moan as you cum, your body goes limp under his as you feel his own high splutter inside you. He quickly pulls out of you, helping you lay down on the bed, completely spent, as he goes to the bathroom to get a wet towel to clean you up.

What a gentleman. Taking care of you after he rearranged your guts.

You shiver as you feel the warm towel running down your pussy as you’re still sensitive

“Was it too much?” he says sitting on the bed as he finishes cleaning you up

“No no, it was perfect” you grin “Just what i needed after two weeks away from my man” you look at him lovingly

“Yeah we ain’t doing that ever again, i felt crazy” he says helping you get under the covers, pulling you to his chest

“Well if the welcome sex is gonna be this good everytime i leave” you giggle as you draw circles on his chest with your fingers “I don’t mind being away from you for a bit”

He holds you closer “Nah you ain’t leaving me alone” he leaves a kiss at the top of your head “Plus if you wanted me to get rough all you have to do is ask baby, there’s no need to leave”

You elbow him lightly as you settle down on his chest, your eyes becoming droopy, falling asleep tangled up in sheets with Jermajesty.

You’re definitely not leaving his side for a long while.

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I’m ovulating can you tell?

Anyways feedback is appreciated as always lmao

Strawberry OUT🍓

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… could yall write abt makeout sesh w jaafar still having the makeup on … pls..

I NEED TO RIDE HIM COWBOY CARTER STYLEEEEEEE

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so could yall tag me when yall do it pls 🫣🫣

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After Midnight

Summary: After the Met Gala and all the cameras, it’s finally just you and Jaafar alone and you both can’t keep your hands off each other.

Pairing: Jaafar Jackson x Famous!reader

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, rough sex, multiple rounds

(A/n: i tried :) lemme know if its good, NOT A SHIP FIC OF ZENDAYA AND JAAFAR, y/n's outfit is inspired by Z)

Part 1, Part 2

The hotel door barely clicked shut before Jaafar had me pinned against it.

No more polite smiles. No more holding back. The hunger he had been hiding all night on the carpet came rushing out.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you so bad” he growled, cupping my face with both hands and crashing his lips onto mine.

The First Kiss was deep and desperate. His tongue immediately slipped into my mouth, tasting me like he had been starving for hours. He kissed me like he owned me slow at first, then rougher, sucking on my bottom lip and biting it gently. I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound, pressing his hard body against mine so I could feel exactly how turned on he was.

When he finally pulled back for air, his forehead rested against mine. “That blue dress… the way it pushed your tits up I was hard the whole first half of the night.”

Before I could reply, he kissed me again the second kiss was filthier. He pushed me harder against the door, one hand sliding down to grip my ass while the other tangled in my hair. This kiss was wet, messy, and full of tongue. He sucked on my tongue, bit my lip harder, then moved down to my neck, sucking marks onto my skin like he wanted everyone to know I was his.

“You have no idea how much I was suffering on that carpet” he whispered hotly against my neck, grinding his hips into me. “Every time you touched my chest, every time you looked at me with those ‘fuck me’ eyes… I wanted to drag you somewhere and bury my dick inside you.”

He spun me around so my front was pressed against the door. His hands reached around and squeezed my breasts through the black satin dress. “This second dress though… fuck. Your tits look so good in this corset top. I wanted to pull it down and suck on them in front of everyone.”

Jaafar unzipped my gown slowly, teasing me. The heavy black fabric slid down my body and pooled at my feet. I was left in nothing but a tiny black thong. He groaned at the sight, hands roaming over my bare ass and thighs.

“Turn around” he ordered softly.

I turned and he dropped to his knees immediately. He pulled my thong down and buried his face between my legs. His tongue licked long stripes up my pussy before focusing on my clit, sucking it into his mouth while pushing two fingers inside me.

“Oh my god, Jaafar…” I moaned, gripping his curls tightly.

He ate me like a man possessed messy, hungry, and determined to make me cum. His fingers curled inside me while his tongue flicked my clit fast. My legs started shaking. Within minutes I was cumming hard on his tongue, moaning his name loudly as pleasure crashed through me.

Jaafar stood up, lips shiny with my wetness, and kissed me again so I could taste myself on him. I pushed his velvet jacket off, then his vest. My hands explored his toned chest as I unbuttoned his shirt. Once he was shirtless, I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down.

His dick sprang out, thick, hard, and leaking. I looked up at him and took him into my mouth without hesitation. Jaafar groaned loudly, one hand gently holding my head as I sucked him.

“Shit, baby… your mouth feels so good,” he moaned, watching me with dark eyes. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

I took him deeper, bobbing my head and using my hand on the part I couldn’t fit. Jaafar’s breathing got heavier, his hips moving slightly as he fucked my mouth gently.

After a few minutes he pulled me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me on my back and spread my legs wide. He rubbed his dick against my wet pussy, teasing me.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he said, voice low and raspy.

“I want you so bad,” I begged. “Fuck me, Jaafar. Please.”

He pushed inside me in one deep thrust. We both moaned loudly. He felt so big and perfect. Jaafar started fucking me with long, hard strokes, his hips slamming against mine. The sound of skin slapping filled the room.

“This pussy is mine,” he groaned, leaning down to kiss me messily. “Been thinking about it all night in that blue dress… then in that black one with your tits out… fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

He fucked me harder, one hand pinning my wrist above my head. I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back. He felt incredible deep, rough, and passionate.

After a while he flipped me onto all fours, pulled my hips up, and slammed back inside. He fucked me from behind like an animal, one hand in my hair, the other slapping my ass.

“You looked so fucking sexy tonight,” he panted. “Both dresses had me going crazy. I wanted to fuck you on the carpet.”

I came again hard, moaning his name as my body shook. Jaafar followed right after, burying himself deep and cumming inside me with a loud groan.

We collapsed on the bed, sweaty and breathing hard. Jaafar pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead sweetly, his bunny smile coming back.

“I love you” he whispered, stroking my hair.

“I love you too” I said, cuddling into his chest.

But the night was far from over.

After resting for a while, his hand started sliding down my body again. He kissed my neck softly at first, then harder. I felt him getting hard against my thigh again.

“Round two?” he asked with a naughty smile.

I nodded and climbed on top of him. This time I rode him slow and deep, grinding on his dick while he watched me with hungry eyes. His hands squeezed my breasts and played with my nipples as I moved.

“You’re so beautiful,” he moaned, thrusting up to meet me. “Ride me just like that, baby.”

We went for hours switching positions, making out messily, whispering dirty things to each other. He fucked me against the wall, on the couch, and back on the bed. Every round was hotter than the last.

By the time we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, the sun was almost coming up.

The Met Gala had been amazing.

But nothing compared to what happened after midnight.

(A/n: Guys i did my first mini series ig yall like it lemme know please!!!)

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Power Couple

Summary: The second you step onto the Met Gala carpet with Jaafar, the tension between you two gets impossible to hide.

Pairing: Jaafar Jackson x Famous!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, heavy tension, suggestive content, dirty flirting

Word Count: 700+

Part 1

(A/n: Y/N's fit is inspired by Zendaya's 2024 Met Gala Look Because it was so fucking good and I love Z sm <3 NOT A SHIP FIC)

The moment Jaafar and I stepped onto the main Met Gala carpet together, the flashes went wild and the crowd started screaming our names. But the real fire was between us.

I started the night in my first dress the blue peacock gown. It was a tight mermaid style dress in deep blue, teal, and emerald green. The top was structured and pushed my breasts up, showing deep cleavage. The fabric hugged my waist and hips tightly before flowing out dramatically with sheer striped layers at the bottom. Green floral details decorated one shoulder and hip like luxurious peacock feathers, and I wore a tall dramatic headpiece with a big black feather. The dress made my body look insane every curve was on display.

Jaafar couldn’t hide how much he liked it. His eyes kept dropping to my chest and ass.

“Baby… this dress is fucking dangerous” he whispered as we posed. His hand slid slowly down my lower back. “Your tits look so good. I keep imagining pulling that top down and sucking on them right here on the carpet.”

I bit my lip and pressed closer to him, feeling the soft velvet of his jacket. “You’re not the only one. This suit is making your shoulders and chest look so strong. I’ve been wet just looking at you.”

He smirked and pulled me tighter against his body. I could feel him getting hard. The sexual tension was already crazy.

Later, I changed into my second dress and it was even hotter. It was a sleek black satin off the shoulder gown. The corset top was super tight, pushing my breasts up and together, creating deep, mouth watering cleavage. The satin clung to my waist and hips like a second skin before flaring out into a big dramatic skirt. The massive black hat covered in colorful roses made me look like a sexy dark queen.

When I walked back to Jaafar in this look, his reaction was strong.

“Fuck…” he groaned, eyes scanning my body slowly. “This second dress is killing me. Your tits are sitting so perfect in that top. That hat makes you look like you want to ride me all night.”

He pulled me hard against him, one hand gripping my waist, the other squeezing my ass. “I want to bend you over, flip this big skirt up, and fuck you while you’re still wearing this flower hat.”

I laughed breathlessly but felt myself getting even wetter. “Jaafar… you’re so turned on tonight.”

“Can you blame me?” he whispered hotly in my ear while we posed. “You switched from sexy peacock to this sinful black dress? Both looks got me bricked up. I’ve been hard most of the night thinking about you.”

We kept posing for the cameras, but our bodies were pressed close. He stood behind me, letting me feel his hardness against my ass while smiling innocently. His hands roamed touching my exposed shoulders, tracing my waist, gripping my hips possessively. Every touch felt like foreplay.

I was just as bad. I kept running my hands over his velvet chest and arms, feeling how strong he was. “This tribute suit looks so good on you” I whispered. “The velvet makes your body look so fuckable. I can’t stop imagining taking it off you later.”

Jaafar groaned quietly. “Keep talking like that and I will pull you into a bathroom right now.”

The tension between us was burning hot. He was openly simping, constantly telling me how sexy my body looked in both dresses, how good my cleavage was, how badly he wanted me. I couldn’t stop touching him either, obsessed with how the gold trim and velvet looked on his tall frame.

We looked like the perfect power couple on the outside him in his sharp black and gold Michael tribute tux, me switching between the dramatic blue peacock gown and the sexy black floral dress. But behind the smiles and poses, we were both desperate to rip each other’s clothes off.

By the end of the carpet, we were both aching.

The Met Gala was fun.

But we both knew the second we got back to the hotel, all this tension was going to explode into something very dirty.

(A/N: i was so sad when i got to know Zendaya wouldnt be at the Met this year but yeah anyways hope u enjoyed it)

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