throughmyeyes

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. 𓏲ּ𝄢🪽

⁀➴┊warnings: 18+ (mdni), nsfw headcanons at the end!

⁀➴┊BOYFRIEND!JOHN LOGAN... who is your personal heater. he’s just so warm. his arms, his face, his chest. it’s all so snug and cozy, especially on cold winter mornings when you’re nestled in his grip under the thick duvet. 100% the type to press his face into your neck when the first rays of sunshine stream through the curtains, engulfing you in his undeniable warmth as he pulls your body on top of his to shield the light of day away.  

⁀➴┊BOYFRIEND!JOHN LOGAN... who is so attentive. he takes mental notes of your takeaway orders, your favourite tea blends, what you crave when you’re on your period. he never suggests to watch horror movies, because he knows you don’t like them. drives to the other side of town to get you those strawberry crackers you like, and does it without complaining, because he loves to see that giddy, grateful smile on your face.

༘⋆❤︎#summary : In which Jackie's off on the road while his girlfriend back home is growing in more ways than one. When he was back home, he was a sweetheart and treating her like a delicate flower. But since he's been gone, his girlfriend has discovered that she wants to be treated like what she is: a woman, not a baby.

༘⋆❤︎#warnings : angst , slight age gap (Jackie's 19 and reader is 18), thick/chubby!reader, black!reader, virgin!reader, virgin!jackie, reader is a bit insecure, mentions of j*e jackson.

༘⋆❤︎#author's note : This is my first fic ever, so don't be mean (bitch, I'll block you!). Anyways! Jackie is my ideal type, so when I saw him on my Instagram feed for the first time, my pussy immediately got wet. I honestly just couldn't write smut for this. I'm sorry, but I didn't want it hanging over my head, so I decided to just publish it.

༘⋆❤︎#taglist : @justachocolatepyt , @dollthoughtz , @missharper33 , @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression , @star-gurl4life , @doleuia , @spud3112

Two things had changed since high school. Number one being your sex drive, you were a growing young woman who had constantly been... feeling new things and for some reason Jackie wasn't acknowledging it. And last but certainly not least, number two: fame. Jackie had become a huge star, traveling around the country nonstop. And many more insecurities were brewing inside of you back home.

At first, everyone was convinced he was going to be a top-shot baseball player after high school, but instead, he decided to stay in his boy band, The Jackson 5, with his brothers. It didn't bother you much at first. I mean, he's always been hopelessly devoted to his brothers, and you could understand it, being that you were the oldest of your siblings as well. There were zero complaints on your side of the relationship, but all that changed when they got signed to Motown.

1970 GARY, INDIANA 12:43 PM

The low hum of Stevie Wonder's smooth and soulful voice singing "My Cherie Amour" filled your childhood bedroom as you laid on your stomach. The sunset cast a beautiful glow over your pastel-themed room. You sighed every now and again, waiting by the phone for your now-superstar boyfriend, Jackie Jackson, to call you like he promised he would.

After a while, you tossed and turned out of impatience, causing your lacy panties to basically become a thong and your blue "I love Stevie Wonder" baby tee to ride up, exposing the soft plush of your belly.

You and Jackie had been... trying things, just right before he left for tour. He'd go down on you from time to time, taking off your white lacy panties, or you'd go down on him, stopping right before he comes each time since he refused to let you finish him like that. You were his baby; he didn't wanna see you on your knees like that. Well... at least he'd convince himself of that.

Wrapping the telephone cord around your ring finger over and over again, you fondly remembered how that was the same finger he promised to put a ring on as soon as he could afford that big wedding you always dreamt of. Then, and only then, would he allow you to finish him off like that. It irritated you, but you never mentioned it. I mean, it was cute, him thinking of you as innocent. Irritating, but cute. You had doubts at times—not often, but sometimes.

Is he getting off like that from someone else?

Does he have a secret girlfriend on tour?

The thoughts were endless and often racing through your mind faster than a cheetah.

He now belonged to every young Black girl in America, and you didn't mean to be possessive, but you missed when he was yours—all yours. You missed when not a soul could even get close to him without him politely but firmly mentioning you. But now that he was famous, his father had convinced him of keeping you a secret if he wanted The Jackson 5 to go anywhere important in life. And Joseph could be extremely... aggressive at times, so you didn't dare demand he claim you publicly, but sometimes you wanted at least reassurance, or a phone call on time.

Hours upon hours passed, and by that time, you were fast asleep. The phone still sat beside you on the bed, attached to your ring finger in between its cords. Admittedly, you had some tears in your eyes before falling asleep. You just wanted your man to keep his promises to you, and it broke you when he didn't, especially because you believed he'd call you on time, and you felt stupid for it.

Suddenly, a loud ring from the telephone sent you back to the physical, making you grumble from the shock your body had experienced. After a few seconds of calming yourself down and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you picked the phone up.

"You promised, Sig..." Your voice came out like a whisper, a bit raspy from the sleep, but most of all, sad. He could hear it in your voice—you had been crying.

That alone made him spring out of bed. He hated you crying, especially when he was the cause. It was the worst thing in the world to him, hearing the girl he loved the most cry.

Fuck.

Jackie and the boys had just gotten off stage nothing but an hour or two ago. He had honestly forgotten about his promise to call you. Between the nagging and pressure from Joseph and the constant rehearsal, everything had been slipping his mind lately.

The silence on the other end just made the tears fall harder. "Sig, say something."

It came out softer, almost begging, despite you wanting to sound more serious.

On the other end of the phone, you could hear the regret in his tone, and you could just tell he felt terrible.

"I'm sorry, baby. Fuck, I really am. I lost track of time and Joseph's been on me hard lately, I just-" He stopped, smacking his teeth in frustration.

The frustration wasn't toward you; it was toward himself, toward everything that had been going on lately.

"It's just been a lot right now with Joseph, and he's been riding on us hard, baby, and i-i know that's not an excuse, but-"

"Jackie, baby, slow down..." you urged firmly, slowly sitting up and drying the damp tears.

"I get it," you breathed out. "I promise, Sig... I get it."

Although you were disappointed he didn't keep his promise, you understood, you really did. Not only was everything moving fast for the relationship, but it was moving fast for him, too.

It was silent on both ends for a while, then he let out a soft chuckle. "I'm supposed to be taking care of you, remember?"

That's what annoyed you with him; that's what was becoming another brewing insecurity of yours.

You loved his gentleman nature. You appreciated every little kind gesture he offered, especially since your first relationship wasn't the best, but you were grown (kinda), and he needed to treat you like it.

"Jackie, we need to talk."

Jackie had heard those four words plenty of times. In his mind, they could only mean three things: a break up—which he couldn't even stomach the thought of you breaking up with him, so he was gonna throw that thought away immediately for his sake—another groupie from town messing with you, or you just genuinely wanted to talk.

He was hoping all of this was a joke, and you really didn't want to talk about anything.

Highly unlikely.

But that's what hopes are for.

Jackie took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for whatever your next words were. He completely sat up in the twin-sized hotel bed, taking a few more breaths. Honestly, he had never been so scared.

On the other end of the phone, you were just as nervous. This would be you guys' first real relationship discussion. You talked about things, but never things that you might disagree on.

You both could agree that Joseph was pushing him and the boys too much.

You both could agree that the fame was a lot and would take getting used to.

You both could agree that the fans were crazy as hell.

But this was something entirely different. Jackie was raised to view women a certain way. Thank god most of those teachings didn't make their way into his adulthood, but some of them did, such as treating women as if they were delicate beings who weren't capable of sex.

"Jackie, I don't want this to sound weird, or like I don't appreciate you or anything, because I do, but-"

Every other word after that sounded like gibberish. He could feel his heart sink right there.

She's done with me. That's all he could think of in that moment. His baby was done with him. The girl he planned on marrying was done with him.

He tried not to cry, tried, but the tears kept coming. He roughly wiped each one away with a swiftness.

That was another thing from childhood that seeped into his adulthood.

You carefully calling out his name was what snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Sig?... Sig, are you there?"

"Baby, were you listening to me?"

He panicked. "Umm, yeah baby, I was listening."

You smacked your teeth. "Jackie, I'm not a baby, we just talked about this."

The more and more you went on, your voice got higher and more passionate.

"I'm your woman. I'm a woman, Jackie, and I'd like it if you stopped acting like I'm a baby because I'M NOT! I'm a woman, a grown woman, and I'd like to..."

You paused, searching your head for what you'd like to do. The list was long, but as of late, the top one on the list was finishing him.

"I'd like to suck your dick without you telling me to get up right when you're about to cum."

He honestly let out a sigh of relief. You guys weren't in high school anymore, and admittedly, he's been waiting on you to bring it up instead of him. He didn't want to seem like he was using you to get off.

Finally, he could relax.

He sat back against the headboard and smiled. "Baby, why didn't you say something sooner?"

"You had me thinking you were breaking up with me or something."

That made you laugh.

"Sig, why would I break up with you? You're the best boyfriend a girl could ever have."

"Oh yeah?" he teased.

Even though you couldn't see him, you could tell his praise-junkie self was showing all 32s."Yeah, Sig, you're the best boyfriend ever."

By that point, your tears were dried, your feet were swinging in the air as you laid on your stomach, and the phone was clutched close to your ear.

It was silent for a couple of seconds before an idea popped up in your head.

Although you couldn't suck his dick at this very moment for obvious reasons, you both could play with yourselves.

Before a few days ago, you'd never done it, but you were curious. After asking a few girlfriends about it, you tried it out, and it was... amazing, to say the least.

"Baby, I wanna try something with you," you said it softly, but firm, just like your friends told you

Lately, they had been giving you a lot of tips.

Jackie's head jerked back a bit and his brows immediately perked up at your tone. This was new.

"Oh yeah?" His tone was teasing. "Whatchu got up your sleeve?"

On your side of the phone, your head was resting against the headboard, while your lacy panties were long forgotten, hanging from your right ankle.

Jackie could tell what you were up to, so he eagerly stood from the bed, ditched all his articles of clothing, and—being sure to lock the room door—plopped back down on the mattress.

You could hear him moving around through the phone, making you giggle a bit.

"Eager, are we, Sigmund?"

He didn't hear anything you were saying on the other end; he had already gotten started, stroking his dick from base to tip, squeezing each time he got to the head, and groaning low and soft.

"Talk to me."

It was a low demand, but a demand nonetheless.

You took a deep breath. You'd never done this before, but your friends had kinda given you some ideas of what to say.

On your side of the phone, your head was against the headboard, your lacy panties, long forgotten, hanging from your right ankle.

Jackie could tell what you were up to, so he eagerly stood from the bed, ditched all articles of clothing, and, being sure to lock the room door, plopped back down on the bed.

You could hear him moving around through the phone, making you giggle a bit.

"Eager are we, Sigmund?"

He didn't hear anything you were saying on the other end; he had already gotten started, stroking his dick from base to tip, squeezing each time he got to the tip, and groaning low and soft.

"Talk to me."

It was a low demand, but a demand nonetheless.

You took a deep breath. You'd never done this before, obviously. Your friends had kinda given you some ideas of what to say.

Awkward at first, you tried to use your voice just like how your friends told you—low and confident—but it came out shaky and nervous.

"Stroke it for me..."

You cringed at your own words.

"Jackie, I can't."

On the other end, he stopped stroking himself and laughed.

"Baby, it was your idea."

You ended up laughing with him. "Stop laughing at me."

He just laughed even harder.

"You're laughing, too."

After both of your ears were filled with each other's laughter, Jackie finally got it together and spoke up.

"How about we do it together?"

You smiled, spreading your legs more.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

He sounded surprised.

You laughed. "Okay, Sig. Yeah, just.... let's finish together."

I GOT YOUUU! 🙂‍↕️ This picture is killing me 😭😭

A/N i’ve written something similar for Marlon already so I tried to change it upp, also im still editing. Enjoy 🤍

warnings: MDNI 18+, reader is obsessed and freaked out, cum eating, slightly dom reader for all, it’s basically back to back nutting i’m srry 💀

Edit made by me!.✦ ݁˖

warning: smut, lowkey needy!jaafar?, mdni a/n: just a thought

can we talk about how LOUD this man is when he’s with you?? like he tries to play it cool in public but the second clothes come off he’s a whole mess and you love every second of it.

MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

jaafar x fem! reader x jermajesty.

featuring randy jr.

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mini series — 1/3

inspired by the show/book series: the summer i turned pretty!

— love triangle. friends to lovers. forced proximity. reader can’t decide between jaafar and jermajesty. slight angst. jermajesty is talking to another woman that’s not the reader. clit rubbing. make outs. pussy eating. sneaking around. jermajesty calls the reader ‘mama.’ reader’s bestfriend is dating randy jr. reader is petty asf!

— reader is 24. jermajesty is 25. jaafar is 29. randy jr. is 33. reader’s bestfriend is 26.

— summary: you and your bestfriend reunite with the jackson brothers for the summer at their beach house. turns out, you’re in love with both jaafar and jermajesty at the same time.

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JUNE

it was finally summer. you were on your way to see your friends, your friends who you haven’t seen in almost three years. you had moved away, lost contact with them. but, you came across them on social media.

was this fate?

you followed jaafar, jermajesty, and randy jr. on instagram. you didn’t expect them to remember you, but they did. they followed you back and even reached out to you.

and that’s how this summer trip started. they invited you and your bestfriend to stay with them during the summer.

you went from having no plans, to plans with your friends that you never thought you could cross paths with again.

you and your bestfriend almost arrived at the beach house, your suitcases filling the backseat and trunk completely, along with music blasting in your car.

you were excited to see them all again, but also you were nervous. anxious. and that’s because not only were you friends with them, but you also liked them.

had crushes on both jaafar and jermajesty.

arriving at the summer house, your bestfriend got out the car in excitement. the weather was warm, and the wind was moving in a calm breeze, the  atmosphere already felt so refreshing.

standing outside was randy, he was tall, his smile was radiant and beautiful.

your bestfriend immediately ran into randy’s arms, he picked her up and spun her around as they both hugged. you smiled, happy seeing them together.

your bestfriend and randy began to date last year. randy asked her out on a date and the rest is history.

they were know in a one year relationship.

“missed me, huh?” randy asks her, as he began placing kisses all over her face, eventually reaching her lips.

she nods her head, placing her face into his neck and hugging her tighter. “of course, randy.”

despite dating, they both had busy schedules this year. the last time they saw each other in person was almost two months ago. they kept on contacting through texting, phone calls, and video chats.

randy puts your bestfriend down, she’s immediately back on her feet. you greet randy, saying hello, as he does the same.

“jaafar and jermajesty are inside, if you wanna go in.” randy tells me. he knew about my somewhat complicated relationship with them.

you nod, as you walk towards the front door of the beach door. your heart was pounding inside your chest and you felt more nervous now than you did before. this was really happening. you’re really seeing them.

randy and your bestfriend walked back towards the car, unloading all of the suitcases one by one.

you opened the front door and walked inside, seeing jermajesty on the couch while jaafar was standing in front of the kitchen counter making himself some food.

both of their faces lit up when they saw you. jermajesty hops up from the couch and nearly runs to you. he was the first one to greet you while jaafar approached you but stood from afar, waiting for you and jermajesty to finish hugging.

“jermajesty, you’re taller than me now?” you ask, as you admired his tall height. jaafar was always very tall, but he was even taller than this. both of them were.

jermajesty laughs, “i told you i would be taller than you, didn’t i?”

and he did.

jermajesty’s hug was warm. you didn’t want to leave his arms. you pulled away from the hug and walked over to jaafar, hugging him too.

jaafar’s hug was comforting. you couldn’t get enough. you missed both of them, especially their hugs.

“how you been?” jaafar asks you.

“good. i’ve been so busy. and you?”

jermajesty cut into the conversation, being as mischievous as ever, like he always was.

“he just got out of a relationship.”

jaafarr glares at jermajesty, he couldn’t believe jermajesty told you that. all you did was nod, you were happy for him really. but you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

“is that so? sorry to hear that.”

deep down on the inside, you were relieved that jaafar was single again, but you would never admit that out loud.

“besides that, i’ve been fine. just working.”

you definitely needed to get the tea from jermajesty later.

randy jr. and your bestfriend entered the beach house, suitcases behind them and in their hands. you, jermajesty, and jaafar helped with the suitcases as well.

“how much shit did you pack?” jermajesty asks, dramatically picking up one of your suitcases. “you’ll only be here until the end of the summer, you didn’t need to bring so much.”

you rolled your eyes. everyone knew that you always overpacked. that’s just how you were. “stop complaining. i bet you won’t complain when you see all of the cute bikinis i bought.”

and with that exact comment, jermajesty immediately closed his mouth, accepting defeat. your bestfriend greeted jaafar and jermajesty as well once she was done bringing in the suitcases.

“sorry we got here so late. the traffic was horrible.” your bestfriend announces. it was almost nighttime. it was only four o’ clock to be exact. there was a whole summer ahead of you after all.

“oh, and love island starts soon. we need the tv.”

jermajesty groans, he was so tired of hearing about that show. the show was on the entire summer, there was no escaping it.

“after y’all finish your show, we’re still on for dinner, right?” jaafar asks.

you respond, “yeah, the new episode is usually only an hour long. then, we’ll be ready.”

time passes by, and you and your bestfriend were sitting on the couch, with your snacks, watching love island while the guys were setting up and cleaning the backyard for the dinner later.

“i fucking hate him with her.” you say. both you and your bestfriend were commentating the show as the couples were re-coupling on love island.

the episode ended, the tension and intensity being saved until the next episode. the guys called you both outside.

dinner wasn’t even ready, it wasn’t even set. instead, they were all in nothing but swimming shorts and shirtless. your eyes widened, seeing jaafar and jermajesty.

your bestfriend smirking, checking out randy jr. she was distracted by his abs, admiring them. you had to tap her shoulder to snap her out of it.

“change of plans, we’re going swimming. dinner later.” randy announces.

“fine by us.”

you both went into the house, trying to find the sexiest bikini that you can wear. you had no idea what your true intentions were, but all you knew was, you wanted to impress both jaafar and jermajesty.

“you have to wear this one, you’ll look so hot.” your bestfriend points at the hot pink bikinki that you were holding up.

“you sure? it’s not too much?”

“it’s never too much.”

you wore the hot pink bikini and your bestfriend wore a black bikini. you were both back outside, meeting up with the guys again.

jermajesty let out a whistle, seeing us both walk outside in our bikinis. randy pulls your bestfriend into his chest, hugging her and holding her waist.

“baby, you look good.” randy tells your bestfriend.

“thank you.”

jaafar and jermajesty couldn’t stop staring at you.

everyone was in the pool, the music played on the speakers, and the weather was finally becoming a bit more cool, the sun was setting.

you all swam in the pool, splashed around, and enjoyed the cool temperature of the water. jaafar was currently holding you up, his hands on your waist and so close to your ass.

you couldn’t swim, so he stayed by your side while everyone else was on the deep end.

jermajesty and randy were splashing your bestfriend, throwing water on her, while you and jaafar quietly stayed in the moment.

“you’re scared to swim?” jaafar teased, holding onto you tightly. you weren’t scared, you just never had the chance to learn.

“no.”

there was a quick silence between you, you can hear the wind passing by. a chill sound surrounds you both.

“i’m glad you came.” jaafar speaks, out of nowhere. “thought i would never see you again.”

“i kept my promise, remember? i said we would see each other again.”

jaafar smiled at that comment. “you did keep your promise.”

“well, i know you’re not in a relationship with anyone. what about jermajesty?”

jaafar looked like he was debating between telling you the truth or lying. perhaps letting jermajesty tell you. but considering that jermajesty said jaafar’s business to you, jaafar didn’t care anymore.

“he’s been talking to this girl for a few months.”

your heart dropped. you felt sick to your stomach. you weren’t dating jermajesty. you both didn’t have any romantic history besides you both being each other’s first kisses.

but that hurt.

jaafar noticed the change in your face, how sad you suddenly looked. jaafar placed his finger under your chin, tilting it upwards so you’re looking at him.

“you know jermajesty has always been like this. always had some girl to talk to.”

your voice breaks, without you wanting it to.

“yeah. i know.”

“you okay?”

you nod, trying not to cry. you had no idea why you were even affected by this. he wasn’t yours. he was never yours.

“yeah, um, i’m gonna get a drink from the kitchen.”

with that being said, you got out the pool. your body was drenched in water, you grabbed a towel and carefully made your way inside.

you took a soda from the refrigerator, drinking it as you were glaring at jermajesty. he was still splashing around with randy and your bestfriend.

jaafar followed you inside, he was also wrapped in a towel. jermajesty, your bestfriend, and randy didn’t notice you both had left the pool.

“you coming back outside?” jaafar asks you.

“don’t feel like it.”

it was only the first day at being at the beach house and you were already so heated. so irritated. but you didn’t want to let this ruin your summer. it’s not a big deal.

“want me to stay in here with you?” jaafar’s voice was so soft, so gentle. so comforting.

“yes, please.”

so, jaafar stayed. he opened a soda and stood next to you in front of the kitchen counter and you both talked about everything. catching up on each other’s lives and sharing memories.

“i feel gross, i need to shower.” once you were dry, you placed the towel to the side, walking towards the staircase to shower upstairs.

jaafar needed to shower too, heading upstairs as well, with his original plan to shower in the other bathroom, while you were in the guest bathroom.

however, you both only ended up in one bathroom. together.

the shower was flowing, hot water came out the shower-head and steam surrounded the bathroom. you both don’t know how long you were in there for, easily losing track of time. all you knew was, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

you were both naked in the shower, jaafar was rubbing your clit in circles while you both continued to make out. the kiss was hungry, and you both didn’t want to let go.

you pulled away from the kiss quickly, you felt your body stiffen. you looked into jaafar’s eyes, your eyes full of lust. he pressed onto your clit harder, moving his hand in circles slowly to tease you.

“jaafar, please don’t stop. i’m so close..”

a knock was heard at the door, as you both froze in place. jaafar held your legs open, whispering in your ear. “stay quiet.”

jaafar continued moving his hand against your clit. you bite down on your lip, trying to hide your moans from spilling out your lips.

you hear another knock, a voice speaking this time.

it was your bestfriend. she called your name first, no answer. then, she called jaafar’s name.

“yeah?” jaafar replies.

“sorry, i just wanted to know if you’ve seen y/n anywhere.”

“she’s taking a walk around the beach, she’ll be back soon.”

you wanted to so badly cuss jaafar out after that. you were distracted by pleasure to even care or be upset with him. your legs began to buckle forward and shake, your orgasm approaching.

your held onto jaafar, signaling that you were about to cum, right there on his hand.

“okay. well, she left her phone. that’s weird. but, thank you.” then, your bestfriend left the door. now, it was just you and jaafar again.

“feels good, huh?” jaafar rubs your clit faster. you throw your head back, as you immediately came. you placed your hand onto the shower wall, trying to steady your balance.

you were coming down from your orgasm. reality suddenly hit you. you couldn’t believe you just did that with jaafar.

“still mad?” jaafar studies my face.

“no, i just.. don’t want jermajesty to know about what we did.”

few hours pass, it was now almost midnight. you all decided to go out to eat for dinner. at first, you didn’t want to go at all. you didn’t want to be around jermajesty. but, you went anyways.

you didn’t think that jermajesty would catch onto your attitude towards him, but he did. he decided to address it after dinner.

now, you were all home. jermajesty asked if y’all can chat in another room and you agreed. surprisingly.

jermajesty closes the door and you sit on the bed. you didn’t make eye contact with him but instead, looked down at the floor.

“what’s up with you?” jermajesty asks.

you scoff, not wanting to give him the actual answer. it was ridiculous really.

“nothing. i’m tired.”

“you don’t need to lie to me.”

and you snapped. you don’t know why, but you did. you let your emotions get to you.

“jermajesty, are you in a relationship right now?”

the look on his face, he was clearly in disbelief and confused.

“why does that even matter?”

of course he avoided the question.

“stop playing in my fucking face and just answer the question.”

jermajesty could see the anger in your face. the disappointment. he walked towards you and sat next to you on the bed.

“no, i’m not in a relationship. i’m talking to someone, but i don’t like her like that.”

“i don’t know if i believe you.”

“okay, why are you even asking me about this? we’re not even together.”

all you wanted was jermajesty to put the pieces together. he was right, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous.

jermajesty realized there was way more to this. about why you were really upset.

“are you jealous?”

you let out another scoff, “why would i be.”

“if you’re that worried, you can go through my phone.”

you laughed, not because it was funny, but because it was ridiculous. you knew you couldn’t stop his other relationships. there was seriously nothing you could do.

“i’m not doing some shit like that. i don’t even know why i’m mad.”

jermajesty waited for you to calm down a bit. your shoulders relaxed a little and that’s when he continued to speak.

“you know, jaafar almost got engaged. he ended the engagement. guess he wasn’t ready for marriage.”

your eyes widened. you were not expecting to hear that. you looked at jermajesty finally, after all this time.

jaafar? used to be engaged?

“as far as me, i don’t have any interest in that other girl anymore, you don’t gotta worry about that. i’m breaking things off with her.”

“she’s prettier than me, isn’t she?”

you don’t know why you were being so petty, but that only made the tension between you and jermajesty more intense.

“she’s not. you’ve always looked good. still do.”

all of your anger that you had towards jermajesty disappeared. you moved closer to jermajesty, both of your knees touching as you still sat on the bed.

“jermajesty, i-“

jermajesty pulls you into a kiss, a kiss that was full of heat and passion. jermajesty picked you up, placing you onto his lap and you wrapped your legs around him.

after a while, you were finally calm.

he pulls away from the kiss, looking at your face, seeing if you were relaxed.

“drop the attitude, mama.”

jermajesty smacks your ass, causing you to jolt forward, surprising you.

“focus on me, nothing else.”

“i want you, jermajesty. don’t want any other girl to have you.”

jermajesty smiled, he’s been wanting to hear that from your mouth for a while.

he placed you down on the bed and spread your legs open. removing all of your bottoms, he tossed them to the side, only leaving your shirt on.

“can i eat this pussy?”

you nod, your body was heating up. you wanted him so badly, more than anything.

“yes, it’s all yours.”

jermajesty dips his face into your pussy, it was dripping and soaked. he kissed your clit and began to eat. a wave of pleasure entering you and completely taking over.

you placed a hand over your mouth, trying not to moan loudly. the sounds of your soaked pussy filled the room as jermajesty slides two fingers inside you.

he curls his fingers, trying to find that pleasurable spot for you. “oh, fuck yes.” you moan. without warning him, your orgasm spilled out of you. you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

you clench around jermajesty’s fingers, as you orgasm on his face. as you orgasm, he flicks his clit back and forth with his hand.

you almost moaned louder, but you pressed your hand onto you mouth tighter to stay as quiet as possible. jermajesty pulled away from you, watching you come down from your release.

an hour later, you were sleeping in the same bedroom as your bestfriend. she was asleep, but you were still awake. you wanted to talk to her, ask for her advice, but you didn’t want to wake her up.

so, you sat with your thoughts and continued to stare at the ceiling, sitting in the dark with only the moonlight shining through the windows. you couldn’t sleep. so much already happened today.

you were in the shower with jaafar, only because you were upset at jermajesty. you were trying to get back at him, when you didn’t need to.

but despite that, you didn’t regret a single thing. you’ve always had a crush on him, but didn’t think y’all would ever become something else other than friends. it seemed impossible.

then, you were in the bedroom with jermajesty. you were supposed to stay mad at him, but you let that anger fade away.

especially, after how honest jermajesty was. a talking stage wasn’t as serious as an engagement, that’s what you had to realize.

how were you supposed to enjoy the summer with everyone when you were so stuck on your feelings?

did jaafar and jermajesty feel the same way about you? do they just see you as a friend like they always have?

you cared about them both deeply. you couldn’t help it, you loved them both so much. you already knew that this was about to be a very interesting summer.

author’s note: part two is coming soon! would you choose jaafar or jermajesty? <3