pairing: ja'marr chase x fem!black!reader
summary: you trace ja'marr's tattoos as you two talk about getting matching tattoos, amongst other things
warnings/tags: cursing, kissing, established relationship. mention of needles, cuddling, ja'marr being a sweetheart
notes: YALL I'm in love with this man đŠ also italics is a flashback
The smell of bacon and eggs fill your nose as you scramble the eggs in the pan. Today was one of the rare days you didnât have work, so you got to sleep in and relax. You turn the stove off and walk over to the cabinet that contains the plates.
As you reach for the handle, you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and see a set of fresh braids on your shoulders. You smile and wrap your hands around them.
âGood morning babyâ you say. He mumbles a groggy hi and buries his face farther into your neck. He stays there for a while breathing in your scent and enjoying the warmth radiating from your body. While he enjoys your presence you reach up and grab two plates.
You move to go to the stove but are stuck because of your clingy boyfriend's hold on you. You sigh âcmon Jaâmarr, i gotta plate the foodâyou say trying to wiggle free âAren't you hungryâ you ask. Jaâmarrs hold on you tightens âI'd rather eat something elseâ he says lowly. He lifts his head to place his chin on your shoulder.Â
You roll your eyes as the innuendo. You look to your left and are met with his big brown eyes and sleepy grin. âJust a little longer,â he says. You don't know what's gotten into him, yeah he's been clingy before, but never this clingy. You consider staying like this, tangled in his strong arms, but you don't want the food to get cold.
With a sly smirk you reach your hand down and poke him repeatedly in the abdomen. This makes him loosen his hold on you and break out into a fit of laughter, causing you to untangle from his arms. JaâMarr is very ticklish there, though he won't admit it.Â
You giggle and walk towards the stove with the plates in your hands, leaving a flustered and pouty JaâMarr behind. âYou don't want cold eggs and bacon do youâ you say pouring the eggs onto the plates. He ignores you and snatches a strip of bacon off your plate.
âHeyâ you shout, reaching out for it âBoy, why didn't you get any off your plateâ JaâMarr makes a run for it, and you run after him. You two chase each other in circles around the kitchen island, before he turns and runs into the living room, laughter filling the apartment.
Before he can get around the coffee table you tackle him onto the couch âGotchaâ you say in triumph , causing the bacon to go flying out of his hand and onto the ground. You both end up a tangled laughing mess on the couch. Â
His laugh sizzles down into giggles âDamn girl, with that tackle and strength we could use you on the teamâ he says. You giggle and drop your face onto his chest and listen to his heartbeat, beating fast from the running you both did.Â
Your eyes meet his brown ones âI learned from the bestâ you say kissing his bare chest. JaâMarr smiles at the action and rubs circles onto your back. You look down and see his tatted arm is resting next to him. A warm feeling fills your chest as you admire the ink.
You loved many things about JaâMarr, one of the things you love the most though, are his tattoos. You reach out and trace the sleeve, starting at his bicep. You trace each letter in the words written on his brown skin. JaâMarr sighs in content at the action, he loves when you trace his tattoos.
You move down his arm tracing the intricate patterns and designs poked into his skin. JaâMarr admires your movements with a smile. You two sit in a comfortable silence engrossed in each other's presence, the food long forgotten. Your finger moves up again, going from his wrist to his forearm to his bicep, finally landing at his chest.
You trace each letter of your name that's tattooed onto his collarbone. You look up and see that JaâMarr has his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of your fingers gliding along his skin. The more you trace the more goosebumps you leave in your wake.Â
It was a random tuesday when he got it. He told you he had practice and a few errands to run after. You said okay and kissed him goodbye and told him to be safe. You were thinking he went to get more equipment or go to the grocery store, not expecting him to come home with your name tatted on him.
At first you thought it was fake, thought it was some prank he and Joe were playing on you. But when you went to touch it he hissed in pain. It was still tender from his session earlier. Seeing the pain but enamored filled expression on his face told you everything you needed to know.
It took everything in you not to burst out into tears right then and there. This man was so in love with you.
He said he wanted to return the favor when he saw you got his initials painted onto your acrylics.Â
âBaby im backâ you heard JaâMarr shout from the foyer. You get up from your spot at the couch putting your laptop on the coffee table. He dumps his bag on the bench next to the door and takes off his shoes.
You snake your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He accepts, his slightly chapped lips fit perfectly with your glossed ones. His hands wrap around your waist, he pulls away with a smile. You smile back with your hands still around his neck.
âHow was practice, baby?â you ask twirling one of his braids around your finger âIt was good, i have a surprise for youâ he says giddy, bouncing slightly. You tilt your head to the side âwhat is itâÂ
He lifts his hand and grabs the collar of his muscle tank, his chain jiggling in the process, and yanks it down to show the ink on his collarbone. Your breath hitches and your smile drops as you see what's tattooed into his skin.
Right there in black cursive font.
Right above his defined collarbone.
You stare at it in silence, refusing to believe it was real âI thought you didn't know how to write in cursive or maybe Joe did itâ you say not convinced this man really got a tattoo of your name. JaâMarrs smile drops.
âWell i don't know how to write in cursive, yetâ he huffs âAnd Joe has nothing to do with this, I got this on my own accordâ he says starting to get a little insecure about the tattoo choice. Did he go too fast? Should he have asked your permission to get his name tatted on you?
Still not convinced you reach out to touch it. As you make contact with it JaâMarr hisses out in pain. Like you touched a hot pan you tear your hand away and look up at him with wide eyes. He looks down at you with admiration but also pain.
It hits you like a truck, it's real, it's very much real.
âOh JaâMarr, I love itâ you say jumping into his arms. JaâMarr wraps his arms around you and sighs in relief
You smile at the memory, tracing the final letter in your name. You break the silence âWe should get matching tattoosâ you say tracing the dove tattooed on his arm. Jaâ Marr perks up at that âReally?â he asks. You hum âI think it would be cute. '' Ja'Marr slides his hand under your (his) t-shirt and glides his trimmed nails along your back softly.
You bury your head into his chest at the feeling, breathing in his scent âI think it would be cute, but aren't you afraid of needlesâ he says. You groan as you remember your fear of needles. You developed it when you were young when your mother took you to get your tetanus shot. Let's just say the doctor's office was in shambles.
âI dont think ill be as afraid when you're thereâ you say looking up at him. âReally?â he asks. You nod âYeah i feel braver and safer when i'm around you, i feel protectedâ you say sincerely, tracing the tattoos on his wrist, not breaking eye contact with him.
He smiles and kisses your nose âI do too, you make me want to be a better version of myselfâ he says. âWhat tattoo would we getâ you ask. You two ponder in silence for a few minutes until JaâMarr sits up positioning you to straddle him.
âYou wanna be the water girl to my fire boyâ he asks. At first you tilt your head in confusion but then it dawns on you. Water girl and Fireboy from the coolmath game. Your boyfriend had an unhealthy obsession with coolmath games back in highschool and college.
He played it so much you're still shocked at how he passed his classes. You cup his cheeks in your hands and chuckle at your boyfriends dorkiness âI already amâ you say with a smile. His grin gets bigger âI know, we could get matching fireboy and watergirl tattoosâ he says âI would get fireboy and you would get watergirlâ he finishes.
You giggle âI actually like thatâ you say. JaâMarr leans into your palm. âI'll make the appointment later,â he says. You were going to tell him to make it now but get interrupted by his stomach growling. You smirk
âHope you enjoy your cold bacon and eggs you bacon thiefâ you say getting off of him and walking towards the kitchen. He gets up and follows behind you âY'know i forgot about the foodâ he says grabbing his plate and putting it into the microwave.Â
He walks over to where you are leaning on the kitchen island and kisses you. You accept and enjoy the feeling of his lips on yours. You pull away with love in your eyes âI love you JaâMarr Anthony Chaseâ he smiles at you âAnd i love you Y/N Y/M/N L/Nâ he says.
He leans in to kiss you again but the shrill beeping of the microwave interrupts him, he whines. You laugh âGo eat lover boy, i know you're hungryâ he kisses your nose and goes to the microwave.Â
You warm your food up and sit next to your boyfriend at the island, both enjoying your brunch and each others company. The piece of bacon on the floor long forgotten.Â
