nerdy!bf jermajesty x f!reader

nerdy!bf jermajesty who always comes home with a new lego set for the two of you to build together, “baby.” he’d call out, his hands would be behind his back before you shifted your attention to him fully, a soft smile on your lips. “What is it?” and he’d reveal whatever set he decided to get!! You two immediately would get to work with your shared playlist in the background.

nerdy!bf jermajesty who spends your cuddling time rambling on and on about manga and comic books, his favorite superheroes, favorite plot (which he’d go INTO detail about it) you’d always fall asleep mid jermajesty rambling, you wouldn’t admit it but—you LOVE it when he rambles you off to sleep.

nerdy!bf jermajesty who teaches you how to play mind games like chess and sudoku, he’d tease you when you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, AND he’d purposely lose just for you to win, he would never tell you though.

nerdy!bf jermajesty who forces you to match with him, he’d come home with spiderman shirts, matching mugs, and even shoes. Last halloween you two were matching costumes as raven and beastboy, he couldn’t take his hands off of you the entire night though.

nerdy!bf jermajesty who loves to draw and paint, you’d be asleep in front of him and he’d jump at the opportunity to draw you, he’d also sometimes make you strip down naked and strike a pose on the bed and paint you. Whenever he’s away you go through all of his drawings and paintings which are mostly, you. He’d get all embarrassed when he found out you went through them.

nerdy!bf jermajesty who collects pokémon cards and figurines he’d come home with an entire haul!! “baby, can you sit on the bed?” you oblige, “what is it?” he dumps the bag onto the bed. “Maj! How expensive was all of this?” He kisses your lips, “don’t worry about it, anyways let me show you the figurines first.”

nerdy!bf jermajesty who plays guitar and learns songs just for you. You two were sitting at a bonfire with some friends and everyone was watching him play guitar BUT his eyes were on you specifically, his finger strumming the chords, you smile to yourself getting a bit flustered.

nerdy!bf jermajesty who teaches you how to game, you’re sitting in his lap with a player two controller, “mama press the—“ you were spamming moves and it honestly worked, because you killed his character, “wow okay, you’re a natural.” he chuckles.

nerdy!bf jermajesty who helps you study all the time, you’d be one the brink of tears shoulders slumped over in stress. He’d watch you from the bed, coming up to you rubbing your back. “Baby? What is it?” He looks down at your paperwork before pulling a chair up next to you. “Ask me for help, mama, you know I’m right there.” You lift your tear brimmed eyes up. “you’re so smart I hate you.” You joke resting your head on his shoulder. He’d never make you feel dumb, he was better than any teacher or tutor you’d ever had.

nerdy!bf jermajesty who plans dates at the museum and aquarium, telling you about every single artifact, and sea animal you catch your eyes on, making you stand next to the jellyfishes and snapping your picture, “mama—did you know jellyfishes can fuse together?” he blurts and you snort, “god you’re a loser, I think I love you.” You take his hand into yours, pressing a kiss onto his cheek. “I love you too.”

can we stop making jermajesty sound so toxic like he’s so cutieful!! 🥹

Michael Jackson x black female reader. 18+.

Off The Wall era.

Synopsis: It’s been a long time since you have spent time with your friend, Michael, due to you both being busy. You are invited over to his home for the weekend, and you get an unexpected surprised.

WARNING: This is targeted for those who are 18+, and is comfortable with reading a little bit of smut.

The mugginess that filled the air is what caused you to wake up once again. You were beyond frustrated, considering that you were desperately craving for a good night's sleep. Due to the recent promotion that you got at your job, it required you to be on your feet more than what you were use to.

Your dearest friend, Michael, suggested that you stay over at his house at Encino for the weekend to relax and that you two could spend some more time with one another.

With your hectic schedules, it was challenging to hang out as much, but since Michael was taking a little bit of time to himself from recording at the studios, this was the perfect opportunity to spend time with him. You took his offer, which made him delighted.

You looked over at the clock to check the time, which it said 2:45 AM. With an exasperated sigh, you slowly sat up on the bed and stretched your arms out, following with a yawn. Usually, you would just stay in your room and either write in your journal or read a book until you became sleepy again. Yet tonight was going to be different.

"I wonder if Michael’s awake right now.." You thought to yourself as you got up from the mattress. Knowing him, Michael could be a night owl due to him having issues sleeping. He would either write songs, practice some dance moves, or simply enjoying a movie in his room.

It wouldn't hurt to check to see what he was up to, so you slowly opened the door to the bedroom that you were staying in. You took one step out of the room, only to cringe at the creak sound the floor made as a result. Standing there for a moment, your heart rate decreased when you didn't hear anything.

Michael’s bedroom was down the hall, so you attempted to walk as quietly as you could without making as much noise as possible. As a child, you would often scare people unintentionally by quietly walking up behind them without them noticing you were there. Even with that, your foot still created another creak sound when you made a huge step towards his room.

You stood there frozen, praying to the mythical man upstairs that Michael wouldn't come out and ask why you were being sneaky around his house. When you didn't hear any sheets ruffling, you risked taking one more step closer to the door frame.

The door was slightly open, so you were able to peep through and what you end up seeing in the room caused your eyes to widened.

There you saw Michael, sitting up on the side of the bed. His red pajamas bottoms were off, and one of his hands was stroking his dick at a decent pace. An audible groan could be heard out of him, and his eyes were closed as he continued this process.

A part of you wanted to immediately return back to your room, and erase this out of your mind. Yet, all you could do was stand there, watching him continue to please himself. You couldn't deny wanting to know who he was thinking about as he...did his business.

"Go back to your room, girl! This is an invasion of his privacy." That tiny voice was saying to you, and you were about to turn on the heels of your feet but when you heard Michael moaning your name, there was no going back.

The way he uttered it as he continued stroking himself sounded so sexy, and you were in disbelief. Never in a million years would you have thought that he found you to be physically appealing. There were some things you loved about yourself, but there were also other flaws that you still felt self conscious about. Especially seeing the women Michael has often surrounded himself with.

Your inner thoughts were cut off when you heard another groan from him, and you were starting to feel a slight tingle in between your legs. The sight of seeing someone you had a crush on for a couple of years touching himself while thinking about you made you smile to yourself.

Slowly, you slipped one of your hands down the shorts that you were wearing to get through the white-laced panties. With two of your fingers, you started to circle around your clit and a soft moan escaped from your lips. Luckily, Michael didn't hear you, so you continued to please yourself with little to no shame in the world. You used your other hand to rub and grab your breasts, imagining that it was Michael’s hands exploring your body instead of your very own. As you continue massaging your aching pearl, vivid images of the two of you in an intimate way came to mind, and it caused you to become more wet than you already were.

Within seconds, you managed to slide one of your fingers inside of yourself. Your head was slightly tilted back, moaning a little louder than you intended as you thrust it inside of you. "Oh, Michael...". Your eyes were now closed, as you let your wild urges take over you. "Fuck me, please..."

Your body jolted when you felt your finger hit your spot, and it almost made you fall back from how intense you were starting to feel. It has been quite some time since you have last touched yourself like this, so it was no surprise that you were feeling this way. All of sudden, you heard someone calling your name. Your eyes instantly opened, and you looked to see it was Michael staring at you with shock written all over his face. "What are you doing?" He asked you, waiting for an explanation.

You were too stunned to even speak, let alone embarrassed. You weren't able to lie, considering that you were caught red handed in the act. Could this have an effect on your friendship with Michael, or any possibility of being with him in more ways than just one?

"I’m listening…" Michael said, his eyes still remaining on you.

(GIF taken from a tik tok video, not mine .ᐟ)

⤷ Summary; Fed up of the games Jermajesty continues to play you agree to go on a date set up by your friend. This is supposed to be a blank and clean slate, but how are you supposed to move on when the problem itself shows up to the date.

⤷ warning(s): toxicity (I’m talking all of it is toxic), sexual themes but no actual smut.

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The bitter taste of resentment had found a permanent refugee in your stomach tonight. The guy in front of you, bless his poor soul, didn’t seem to think anything was wrong and kept going on about the usual. He’d spent most of the dinner questioning you so you felt bad for not paying more attention when he finally spoke. Something else entirely had taken up your attention and as much as you wanted to ignore it and tune into the conversation again, you simply couldn’t.

Not with the constant distractions .

Your phone vibrated yet again on the dinner table and you didn’t even have to turn it around to see who it was. The phone had been ringing for better part of the date, and by now the guy you were supposed to talk to had stopped looking over or asking if you’d answer it. A part of you, a very big one, wished for nothing more than to block the number and go on with your date. Out of sight out of mind.

It would never be that simple tho. Not really.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” The man sputtered out. “ I forgot to tell you earlier.” He didn’t, but you didn’t have the heart to correct him. You weren’t really sure what had made you say yes to the date. A friend had introduced you as a way to make you forget someone else. But it had been in vain. Going back to Jermajesty was like second nature, a very bad and self destructive habit you’d stuck to over the years.

You’d met him at 19, oblivious to the mark he’d leave on your life. And now, years later, resentment and desire had weaved themself into one routine. Saying yes to the date with your last hope of redemption (in your friend’s words) had been nothing more than a petty move against Jermajesty. As much as you hated to admit it.

But you really did enjoy the man’s company. He was soft in the way Jermajesty never had been, and the contrast of it all had you shaking your head.

“Thank you.” A genuine smile pulled at your lips. It didn’t last long though as your phone screen lit up once again. For some reason you felt compelled to check it this time, and oh how you wish you hadn’t.

Jermajesty

Man pick up

I know you’re pissed but pick up?

I still have your location

Jermajesty sent your location

Why tf are you at a restaurant?

Let me find out you’re on a date

You ignored all the previous messages. Usually you’d have a field day seeing him having a whole conversation with himself, but something else had your stomach dropping.

A picture of the restaurant looked back at you and you couldn’t help but audibly sigh. Damn you for not turning your location off.

You

Go away

Jermajesty

I’ll give you two minutes to come out here

Or I’ll go in and carry you out myself

And you know I’m deadass

Nothing about this was a joke, jermajesty always followed through with everything he said. You sit deep in your thoughts thinking of every single way you could possibly get out of this without the public humiliation of being carried out mid date.

“Everything okay?” Your date says a little uncertain. Could you blame him? He’d endured an hour of constant calls and distractions, and you hadn’t done a thing about it.

You thought about just disappearing. Possibly faking a bathroom emergency and never coming back, but you could imagine his face as it dawned on him that your weren’t coming back. There was no way you could do that.

“I’m so sorry,” you start, scratching the back of your head anxiously. What were you supposed to tell him? “I’m not usually that attached to my phone but a friend needs my help..”

He sat up straighter. “Oh, right now?”

You hated that there was no anger in his voice, not even the slightest bit of annoyance. This would be so much easier if he had been arrogant and perhaps boring.

“Yeah.” Your voice trailed off as you got up from your seat, slinging your bag over your bare shoulder. “I’m so sorry, let me at least pay for..”

He wouldn’t let you finish. “Are you crazy?” He laughed with no real bite in his voice. “Don’t worry about it, go help your friend, I’ll pay.”

It was cruel really. Leaving the man who had been nothing but excited to have dinner with you, for a man you’d given every part of yourself to but with nothing in return. You felt shame crawl up your spine as you bid him bye and stumbled your way out the restaurant.

Jermajesty stood tall against his car. Arms crossed and radiating the energy of someone who’d been wronged. You puffed out an annoyed breath at that. How dare he?

“What is wrong with you?” Is the first thing you say to him when he’s in earshot.

He straightens up at the high pitch in your voice. He looks just as mad as you are and you honestly cannot fathom what he has to look glum for. “What’s wrong with me?” He repeats

“Yeah.” You nod, stopping up in front of him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“No what is wrong with you?” He has the audacity to question you. It leaves you speechless for a minute, making him go on. “You’re out here looking pretty for another man.” He grabs the thin halter top between his fingers, to make a point.

You jerk away from his touch. “And?”

“Fuck you mean ‘and’?”

“You’re not my boyfriend.” You remind him. The words feel weird on your tongue as you say them. And by his reaction you can tell Jermajesty finds it equally as weird when the words come from you. “You’ve made that perfectly clear to me.”

He all but rolls his eyes at your words. “You’re being dramatic.”

You look around exasperated. He can’t actually be serious. “I’m being dramatic? You’re the same guy who told me this,” you point between the two of you. “Was nothing of importance. And then when I listen to you and find someone else who will do what you can’t, you’re gonna force me to leave?”

“So you were on a date.” Jermajesty argues.

“That is not the point, Jer!” You can’t believe you have to even say it. “You can’t come here and just ruin everything like you always do.”

“What exactly am I ruining?” Jermajesty questions, seemingly as annoyed as you are. “You don’t even know the guy!”

You shake your head, not even bothering anymore. It didn’t matter what way you put it, he would always overlook the way you felt. “I can’t even be bothered to do this shit.”

He sighs “Just get in the car.”

“No.” You’re quick to answer.

“Bro get in the fucking car.” Jermajesty opens the passenger side and motions for you to get in. When you don’t even glance in his direction, he huffs. Meanwhile you’re furiously typing on your phone. “What are you doing?”

“Getting an uber.”

“Y/n you’re not getting no uber, just get in the fucking car.” He leans forwards and snatches the phone out your hand. Before you even register the action, the phone is in the back pocket of the jeans he’s wearing.

“Give me my fucking phone Jermajesty.”

“Nah.” He shakes his head, standing firm and wearing his confidence like second skin. “You’re being difficult.”

How he can stand here and genuinely believe every word coming out of his mouth baffles you. There’s something about the lack of empathy he holds for the position he’s put you in that continues to rile you up.

“I’m being difficult? You’re fucking insane.” Honestly, you might be equally as insane for standing here and entertaining whatever he’s on, but something about his righteousness works your last nerve.

“I’ll be that. Just get in the car.”

Still not convinced, you argue. “You can’t talk to me like I’m some little girl you can order around.”A little smile pulls at his lips, and you roll your eyes before starting to walk away. “Just keep the phone, I’m going home.”

“No,” he coughs out, and it honestly sounds like he’s having a hard time keeping in the laugh. “Baby I’m sorry.”

He has hold on your wrist, but the reason you’re still here has something to do with the emotional hold he has on you.

“You’re literally laughing at me.”

Jermajesty shakes his head as he pulls you to him. You’re standing closer to him than you should be, you know that much, but there’s not much you can do about it. He’s literally holding you hostage!

“I swear I’m not.” His hand finds your cheek, and you should pull away. Perhaps slap him for thinking shit is sweet too, but when he lightly starts stroking the side of your face, those rational thoughts disappear. “Will you please get in the car, pretty?”

Your willpower is crumbling by the seconds, but what finally gets to you is the way he’s so prettily looking at you. Those dark eyes staring right into yours as his hand continues tracing patterns into your skin. How could you possibly deny such a pretty sight.

As if reading your thoughts, a look of satisfaction appears on his face. And he leans down to kiss your hairline fast. “Good girl.”

Jermajesty is quick to lead you into his car, almost as if he’s afraid you’ll change your mind any second now. You begrudgingly get into the passenger seat, and know not to even reach for the belt. He reaches over and fastens the belt for you, like always.

The drive to what you assume is his house is long and silent. Mostly because you shut him out by turning your body towards the window. Regret starts washing over you in large waves, and you feel sicker the longer he drives.

You’re in your head entirely when you feel a weight on your thigh. No he didn’t, you think to yourself. Jermajesty’s large palm is splayed over the bare skin of your thigh, and you wonder what possessed you to get in the car in the first place. You don’t even let his hand settle properly before your prying his fingers off.

“Don’t touch me, Jer. I’m serious.”

He groans. “You’re honestly that mad because I interrupted your little date?”

“Yeah, i am actually.”

He peels his eyes of the road to look at you for a moment. “Stop fucking playing.”

The anger in his voice shouldn’t please you the way it does, but you can’t help but continue to add fuel to the fire. “I was having a great time, and you just had to ruin it. He was a good guy..”

“A good guy, yeah.”

“Yeah. And he was exactly my type too.”

Jermajesty doesn’t say anything, but you can tell by his facial expression, he’s holding on to his last ounce of patience.

“Give me my phone.”

He doesn’t even spare you a glance, already annoyed with you. “Why?”

“So I can text him.” The moment you say it, you can tell how much it angers Jermajesty. You knew it would.

He remains quiet for the last few minutes of the drive, and you’ve had enough of angering him further. When he pulls into his driveway, none of you make a move to get out. He puts the car in park and just sits there, head leaned back. For the first time tonight, you’re nervous.

Because in all the years you’ve known Jermajesty, you’ve never not known what mood he’s in.

He turns to you without saying anything and undoes your belt for you. He doesn’t lean back again after. With his face close to yours, you’re unsure what to do. All you know is that the thought of leaning in and closing the distance crosses your mind.

“Don’t ever say some shit like that,” he doesn’t let you ponder on it any longer before pressing a firm and possessive kiss to your lips. It leaves you dazed, and you hate yourself for the speed in which you kiss him back. He leans back quicker than you would’ve liked and you unintentionally chase his lips. “I swear if I have to do this every single time you decide to do some stupid shit like this, I will. I swear I will.”

You’re not sure if he’s waiting for a response, but you’re too busy looking at his slightly swollen and very kissable lips. “You know that I will, don’t you?”

Without even being sure what he’s asking from you, you nod compliantly.

“Good.” He presses one more kiss to your lips before backing up. You’re trying to figure out what has fallen over you as he rounds the car to open your door. How you’ve gone from shouting and spewing out nasty things at him to so compliantly following him out the car is beyond you.

Jermajesty helps you out the car and lets his arms rest around your hip as he leads you up the driveway. He’s reaching for his keys when you turn to snuggle against his neck. Thinking innocently of it, he pats the back of your head as he pulls the keys out his pocket. This insatiable heat has in the span of a few minutes settled deeply in your core, completely disregarding all the things you’d practiced .

He was no good for you.

You deserved better.

But…

You’re not sure when exactly it happened, between arguing outside the restaurant to arriving at his house, but all the anger you’d built towards him had turned you on more than you’d excepted. Him interrupting your date thinking he had a claim on you no matter how infuriating, had fed a darker part of you. And now there was no stopping yourself.

You lick a stripe up his neck and Jermajesty shudders under you. You’re quick to kiss your way up as you lock your hands around his neck, needing him right in this moment. You don’t have to tell him for him to know exactly what it is that you want.

“I got you baby.” He rasps into your ear, finally pulling the door open. Jermajesty throws the keys somewhere before leaning down to pick you up.

There’s so much pent up tension in your body, the simple action of him picking you up earns him a quiet noise. You lock your legs around his larger frame and Jermajesty walks you into the house while leaning in to kiss you. His tongue demands entrance into your mouth, and you bite his lip in ecstasy. The way he kisses you, teeth clattering tongues licking at each other, is messy. But that’s exactly what this, between you is.

Without even meaning to you’re dragging your body against his, trying for the life of you to relieve yourself of the tension in your body. The friction it creates has you biting your lip, and by his heavy breathing you can tell Jermajesty is enjoying it just as much.

When you enter his bedroom, Jermajesty all but throws you on the bed, quick to follow. One thing about Jermajesty, he wanted to be as close to you as possible. Equally as turned on as you, he’s now the one to rub his hardness against you in the most delicious way. You moan shamelessly.

“Jer, I need you so bad. I can’t take it anymore.”

He works the kisses further down your body. The bare shoulders, down your stomach, and finally he reaches where you need him the most. Your eyes roll to the back of your head in pure satisfaction, the thought of his tongue exploring your body making you quiver in anticipation.

it was supposed to be your night, and for about an hour, it actually was.

you were all done up with your big, dominican blow-out tresses, smoky eye makeup, and your little black dress.

this was it, you thought to yourself as you added your finishing touches to your look. beauty marks and such. it felt good knowing you were finally moving on from michael in some capacity, though in a way, it made you feel juvenile.

the thought of moving on from your ex-husband hung in the air for barely a second before he was at your door with your favorite flowers telling you how he’d “caught wind of your lil’ date from janet.”

naturally, the night didn’t end with you on a sweet candelit dinner with some guy you could hardly recall the name of, but instead with your legs spread and your ex-husband between them as he lapped at your pussy.

“pretty wife tryin’ to get away from me, yeah?” michael asked as you came down from your umpteenth orgasm of the night. you couldn’t reply, obviously. your legs felt like jelly, your entire body was convulsing involuntarily, and your poor pussy was clenching and unclenching over and over again from the absence of his fingers inside it. “can’t be havin’ that,” he said, pressing a kiss onto your inner thigh and grabbing hold of your hand.

he rubbed soothing patterns in it with his thumb as he watched you come down from your high and listened to you babble on about how that didn’t mean you were back together.

he nodded at your ramblings with the occasional, “i know, mama, i know,” while still taking full advantage of the moment, holding you in his arms and lulling you to sleep with apologies and sweet nothings.