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pretty sure @douceurrrr is the person behind this concept, credits to them. also please tell me y’all have seen the tik tok video i’m referencing to in the second one…

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𖡡 the club

The lights at the club were dimmed, contrasting the blaring and almost overwhelming music. You stuck close to Jermajesty, not that you had much of a choice anyways. Your boyfriend’s need to have you within reach in public was something you’d became accustomed to very early on in your relationship.

Jermajesty wiped at his camera, the video not doing the view in front of him any justice.

Unaware of the camera following your every move, you continued to dance on your boyfriend. Your hips moved to the rhythm of the song, the camera catching everything. As if that wasn’t enough to show your excitement, you could be heard loudly singing along to the song.

Jermajesty was cheesing behind the camera, exactly where he wanted to be. With his unoccupied hand, he pressed you against him firmly. “Keep moving that shit, ma.”

Your head snapped to him, instantly catching on. “You nasty.” You kissed your teeth at him.

The camera panned back to him, a big grin on his face.

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𖡡 home

The video started with Jermajesty following you around the apartment, filming you almost loosing your balance from laughing so hard.

“Baby, what’s so funny?” Jermajesty questioned, feeling like he was missing out. You’d been laughing for the past five minutes, yet refused to show him what it was that had you cracking up. “I wanna laugh too!”

“No,” you coughed out in between laughter. Just imagining his reaction, a new wave of laughter washed over you. “You’re not gonna find it funny.”

Jermajesty zoomed in on your slouched position on the floor. It looked like you’d stumbled your way in from a night out, missing the bedroom by a few steps.

“You’re gonna pout like a baby when you see this shit.”

“Bruh I’ve never pouted a day in my life.”

The next video was a few minutes later, and this time you sat behind the camera. The phone was aimed at Jermajesty, his face formed into something that awfully resembled a pout.

You were still laughing behind the phone, the device shaking alongside you.

“I swear to God it’s not even funny.” He points to the tik tok video you’d just showed him. “How you mess up Jermajesty.”

“She thought your name was-“ you cut yourself off, literal tears slipping down your cheeks. You’d never laughed like this in your life. “Jerma-Jesty.”

No matter how much he tried to hide it, a little hint of a smile was on his lips. “Man stop the video.” He takes the phone.

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𖡡 vacation (baecation)

“What exactly am I doing?” Your boyfriend questions you for the millionth time. You turn to Jermajesty, your patience hanging on by a thin thread.

Sensing your annoyance, he kisses your cheek quickly. “Just explain it one more time.”

His phone is propped up next to yours. While yours has a tik tok sound open, his is set up to document the process. It was his first tik tok trend after all.

“I’m doing all the work.” You tell him “You’re just standing there looking pretty.”

Me and my man we on an island ho

You film yourself in your bikini, posing at the camera. Just like you’d practiced you move it towards Jermajesty who’s stood behind you, he smiles at the camera while throwing his hands up.

Ocean breeze , palm trees

For the next part you turn so the camera catches the water behind you over the balcony railing. When the part Jermajesty has been waiting for finally comes, there’s a big grin on his face.

Back shots on the balcony

You turn to him so the two of you are in frame. What you don’t expect is for your boyfriend to bend you over the balcony railing and mouth the lyrics into the camera.

When the tik tok is done you can’t help but laugh. “Of course those are the only lyrics you remember.”

⤷ Summary: Jermajesty, the younger brother of your best friend Jaafar, has since the day he laid eyes on you decided he was gonna have you. Younger and irresistible in his charm, he stops at nothing. You’ve always brushed it off, writing it off as a silly crush, well at least until Christmas of last year.

⤷ Warnings: possessiveness, lowkey cheating?(reader has a date), smut, fingering, piv, usage of pet names.

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The first time you met Jermajesty you had been twenty one, fresh into your friendship with his older brother and clueless as to how intense things could get with the younger Jackson. You honestly had no one but yourself to blame for that. Between stolen glances at family dinners and drunken nights filled with something entirely wrong, Jermajesty served as the constant reminder of the desires you refused to name.

Jaafar had been a blessing in disguise. He’d always ran in the same social circle as you, but there had never been a need for more than pleasantries as far as you were concerned. Two years ago, that had come to change. You had started dating his best friend, a relationship driven by naivety and entirely too much pressure. Even when the relationship eventually fizzled out, you and Jaafar stuck strong. There was a deep mutual understanding that had come to pass between the two of you, an aspect you lacked with majority of your friends.

He’d been someone you hadn’t seen coming, yet a safety net that you would do anything and everything to keep by your side. There was something about Jaafar that awoke the loud and cheery girl you’d tried to calm down for the better part of your life. It almost seemed like his life mission to make sure you had a great time, all the time. No amount of whining could get him to back down, especially from dragging you somewhere. It was on a day like this that you had met Jermajesty. Complaining the whole car ride about not wanting to go wherever Jaafar was dragging you to. Jaafar had graduated with a masters when it came to ignoring your whiny attitude by now.

The boy had paid you no mind when parking at his cousin’s apartment. Jaafar had to all but push you inside the threshold that day, after having a heated argument in the lobby that almost ended in blood. Jaafar went around introducing you, a big smile on his face as if you hadn’t just cussed him out a minute ago. There you stood, staring daggers at his brother and Jermajesty couldn’t have been more curious about you. That curiosity never dimmed and he’d been intrigued from the very moment he laid his eyes on you.

Over the next few months you saw more of Jermajesty. Whether it was at a family gathering Jaafar brought you with him for, or simply around. The two brothers were very close which meant wherever Jaafar was, Jermajesty wasn’t far behind. You honestly didn’t mind to begin with. Sure, he stared at you.. a lot. And yeah, the flirting was a constant, but none of it got to you. That was until the Jackson Christmas party last year.

Jermajesty had been eyeing you ever since you walked into his aunt’s house that evening. You had become more comfortable around his family over the months and didn’t feel the need for Jaafar to be around you at all times anymore. Jermajesty had been ecstatic, knowing he’d get you more alone this way. What the 20 year old had not anticipated was for you to bring someone else as your date. He’d been standing around the door waiting on your arrival like a fool when you walked in. The dress you wore was a beautiful burgundy color that cinched at your waist and hugged the figure Jermajesty had studied intensely over the year. The man you had brought along wasn’t anyone he knew, something that annoyed him even more.

‘’You know that guy?’’ He’d cornered Jaafar 30 minutes after what felt like the greatest betrayal of his life. Jermajesty was being dramatic. He had brought a different date to every family gathering this year, including his niece’s christening (he got a lot of shit for that one) So he knew he had no reason to feel the way he felt as he yet again found you leaning into your date, a rather big smile on your face. He had known you’d be here and therefore refused to bring the girl he was currently talking to. It had started a whole thing, and he was sure he was blocked, but there was no way he would bring a girl to inevitably cling to his arm the whole night. He might as well just have given up on having you all together. Now it was just a matter of getting that man he had quickly grown to hate, to get the fuck away from you. 

Jaafar wasn’t entirely sure who his younger brother was talking about until he followed his line of sight. The big brother just kissed his teeth in annoyance. ‘’What have i told you about this obsession you got with-’’

‘’Man just tell me who he is.’’ The last thing Jermajesty needs is the lecture Jaafar gives him every time the two of them are around you. She’s older than you, she’s not that type of girl, she’s my best friend, she would never go for you. Poor Jaafar had been unaware of the fact that he was encouraging his brother into doing it more than warning him against it. It was after the first warning Jaafar had given him about you, a year ago that Jermajesty had vowed to prove everyone wrong. He would have you.

‘’Don’t really know him. Some guy she’s seeing.’’ Jaafar tells him shortly, figuring it’s best to keep the more important details to himself.

Jermajesty isn’t satisfied. ‘’Seeing? As in fucking?’’

Jaafar doesn’t even feel the need to respond to that. The way the man’s hands hadn’t left the curve of your back all night had been all the answer Jermajesty needed.

The rest of the evening had been filled with catching up and his aunties asking him invasive questions about his love life and settling down with someone. His mother had laughed at that. It was finally time for dinner and by the time Jermajesty had managed to free himself from the loving hands of his grandmother, both seats next to you had been taken. Jafaar had a large grin on his face from the seat beside you, watching as an irritated Jermajesty sat down next to Randy. To his luck, you were sat right across from him, blissfully unaware of the jealousy he felt.

One of his uncles who’s had way too much to drink, stands up for a toast. It consists of a multitude of ‘thank you’s’ and a few too many tears over the good food.

‘’So, Jamal,’’ Jermajesty’s mother starts, a way of cutting the drunk man off. She’s looking right at your date. Of course his name is Jamal, Jermajesty thought to himself. ‘’Y/n tells me you’re an entrepreneur.’’

Your date is quick to sit up straighter in his seat, nodding along to the words. ‘’Yes, ma’am.’’

‘’That's interesting,’’ Jermaine jumps into the conversation, always one to socialize. ‘’ What kinda work you do?’’ 

As Jamal jumps into a spiel about his work as a business owner and the sob story about how hard his life has been, Jermajesty looks to you for your reaction. And he immediately regrets it. You’re looking at Jamal like he was the most fascinating person you’d ever encountered. Jermajesty swears there are stars in your eyes, and for the first time since meeting you, he feels hopeless. Desperate, Jermajesty turns to his brother. 

‘’I need you to take Jaafar out.’’

Randy looks at his younger brother as if he’s gone crazy. ‘’The fuck are you talking about?’’

“Take him outside for a min.” Jermajesty huffs annoyedly. ‘’I just need you to do me this one favour, okay?’’ 

The way Jermajesty says it makes it clear he’s not stopping til he gets what he wants out of his older brother. Being the youngest in the family for the majority of his life had made him insufferable in many ways. Randy knew better than to argue, and slumped down in his seat, defeated. 

‘’10 minutes, man. That’s all I'm giving your ass.’’ Randy unlocks his phone and pulls up Jaafars contact.

‘’That’s all I need.’’ 

Jermajesty watches as Randy shoots him a short message that reads: ‘need your help with something private’ 

Jaafar reads the message unaware of Jermajesty’s involvement in this, and mouths ‘right now?’’ Randy nods convincingly and points outside. The two of them excuse themself from the table and Jermajesty watches in satisfaction as his brother gets up from the seat next to you. The first time you pay attention to Jermajesty is when he not- so- sneakily slides into the seat Jaafar had just sat in. You were so invested in the conversation around you date you hadn’t even noticed Jaafar getting up.

You lean into an all too happy Jermajesty. ‘’Where’d Jaafar go?’’

He points behind him with little care mainly focused on the way you’re actually paying attention to him, thank God. ‘’Had to go sort some shit out with Randy.’’ You nod in response about to tune back into the conversation when Jermajesty’s arm rests on the back of your seat.

‘’You been busy tonight?’’ He’s sitting entirely too close, and you know you should probably call him out for it. But there’s something so harmless with the way he flirts with you that you don’t even realise how it might be perceived. Especially by your date.

‘’What, I haven't been giving you enough attention?’’ You tease him, and Jermajesty feels like doing jumping jacks on the dinner table. All he needed was for Jaafar to be away, and your date to be distracted for you to finally be yourself again. 

‘’Haven’t even as much as looked at me, all night.’’ He dramatically pouts. ‘’You know what that does to me, ma.’’

As much as you hate admitting it, Jermajesty’s endless flirting has become something to look forward to when coming to these gatherings. The way he openly expresses his infatuation with you is something you’ve never experienced with other men. Even after countless times of you shutting it down, he’s still as persistent. Jaafar had told you countless times to just ignore him and that he’d get over you once he realised he’d never have you, just like he did with every other girl.

Problem was, you couldn’t ignore him and Jermajesty couldn’t leave you alone. It was this continuous cycle of Jermajesty finding any way to get to you, and you shutting him down just as he’s about to succeed. There had been moments where you’d pondered over how bad giving him one tiny chance would be. The mere thought of how it could affect your friendship with Jaafar stops you from taking it any further though. As fun as this back and forth with Jermajesty was, it would never be worth losing Jaafar over. Even so, you can’t help but engage. Encourage it even.

You roll your eyes at him, but Jermajesty’s not unaware of the smile on your lips as you do. ‘’ Boy behave.’’ Is all you tell him before finally turning away from him.

Jermajesty doesn’t lose the grin on his face when Jaafar comes back, a look of annoyance on his face. Even when he has to go back to his original seat, Jermajesty still feels rather satisfied. He’s got you right where he wants you.

Looking back on the Christmas party now, you’re not entirely sure where things progressed so violently from there. Dinner came to a slow end, the lively chatter never dying out. Bottles of liquor made their way down the table and while you weren’t really a drinker, you indulged in a couple glasses of wine tonight. You found the feeling of wine settling in your stomach much more pleasant than being completely wasted. 

You weren’t sure what had come over you, the alcohol you tried telling yourself, but you couldn’t pry your eyes of Jermajesty for some reason. He looked much more relaxed now in comparison to a few hours ago. He’d had a couple glasses himself, and had shed the suit jacket off in a conversation with his sister. For the first time tonight he wasn’t intently focusing on you, something you’d stopped paying attention to a long time ago. Instead he had loosened up way more, actually enjoying the holidays with his family.

It was ironic really. The way you didn’t pay him any mind when he sought your affection so openly, yet couldn’t help but search for it the second it disappeared. You were in your thoughts entirely, not listening to a word Jamal was telling you when a phone ringing caught your attention. Jermajesty looked at the contact for a second, a small yet noticeable smirk on his lips. He quickly tells Randy something before hurrying off to take the phone. 

You didn’t have to ponder for long. ‘’Girlfriend or something.’’ Randy explained when his mother turned a sharp eye towards him. She scoffed at his words, knowing Jermajesty couldn’t keep a girl to save his sweet life.

For some reason, you felt your stomach sinking. You knew of Jermajesty’s habits, having been witness to Jaafar’s many rants about his ‘’disgusting ways’ He went through women like second nature, you were painfully aware of this. Him choosing a christmas dinner of all places to display that shouldn’t have come as a shock to you the way it did.

‘’I’m guessing it’s a new one.’’ Their oldest aunt shakes her head, always the one to call him out.

‘’ Wouldn’t be Jermajesty if it wasn’t.’’ Jaafar joked, not really caring much for his brother’s transgressions. And here you were besides him, feeling bile rise up your throat. It was the alcohol. It wasn’t agreeing with you tonight.

‘’I don’t feel so good,’’ you say looking regretfully at Jamal. He looks concerned, his arm coming to rest behind you. It makes you even more disgusted if possible. ‘’I probably shouldn’t have drank that much.’’

You don’t let him say much before you’re on your feet, one mission in mind: getting some space. As much as you wanted to follow Jermajesty and eavesdrop on his conversation, it was a web of emotions you weren’t willing to go through again.The guest bedroom is the only place you can think of.

What you least expect to find there is Jermajesty shouting into his phone. ‘’Bruh i aint doing this shit with you. Be mad, see if i care.’’

The second you catch eye contact, you’re quick to apologize. ‘’I’m so sorry, i’ll leave-’’

‘’Now who the fuck is that, J.’’ It seemed like apologizing wasn’t the right thing to do. Instead the sound of your voice had the girl on the phone exploding. ‘’I thought it was a family thing, why you got hoes there?’’

Without even meaning to you let out a little gasp, completely taken back. Jermajesty doesn’t seem surprised, but rolls his eyes. ‘’Fuck that. Don’t ever contact me again.’’ He hangs up.

‘’I’m sorry, I didn't mean to just barge in like that.’’ You stand awkwardly next to the door, wondering if you should go. ‘’Or do that.’’ 

He’s not sure what you mean until you point at his phone. ‘’Ahh’’ he nods, ‘’She had to go. Can’t have her thinking she can talk to you crazy.’’

He pockets his phone and you’re not sure how to respond to that. What you do know is that the feeling sitting low in your stomach intensifies at his words.

You take a seat on the bed and Jermajesty follows, his actions almost natural. A quiet groan escaped you, and you can’t help but put your face in your hands. You feel stupid, very so. How he so easily gets to you with those charming remarks is something you will never understand.

“Why?” You say out loud.

“Why, what?” Jermajesty questions from besides you. His hand comes to graze the side of your face. It makes your train of thought falter immediately.

“This” you take a hold of his hand going to pry it off your face, but instead Jermajesty grabs a hold of it fully. Enclosing his hand around yours, he looks up at you.

“Go ahead and explain what you mean.”

“I just don’t understand why you…” another good question is how to phrase the question. These are uncharted territory. You’d always kept him at an arms length, close enough for it to mean something but far enough to act like it didn’t. Having to sit here and lay it all out bare and into the open had you feeling sick.

You rip your hand out his and stand up. Fixing your dress, you try to act as if you don’t have a thousand words you want to get out. Instead you settle for something easy. Diversion. “Either way don’t you have a girlfriend?”

Jermajesty doesn’t make it easy, not when he reads you so well. “Go ahead switch the subject, it only tells me what I already know.”

“And that is?” You shoot back, bordering on anger now. Jermajesty stands up too, coming to stand in front of you, seemingly not a care in the world.

“That you.” He points at your chest. “Want this as much as i do.”

You still, immediately trying to save face. “That’s not true.” Your words sound equally as weak as they feel when you say them.

Jermajesty doesn’t seem derailed at your poor attempt at a rejection. He’s as close as he was to you at the dinner table. And while that interaction was nothing more than something to entertain yourself with, this was entirely different.

He takes a hold of your jaw, tilting your face backwards. You hate how easily you let him move your body to his liking. There’s something so attractive about him standing there, white button up crinkled at the edges, and the grey slacks you’d loved the moment you saw him hugging his frame.

“So you don’t want this?” He asks, moving his fingers to slightly caress your bottom lip. There’s no way you’re coming back from this now. Jermajesty is standing there in all his glory, and there’s no way you can deny him.

A little sound is all he gets. “No, you don’t want this, right?” His finger moves into your mouth. You eagerly open your mouth wider, something that makes him chuckle. “Tell me you don’t want this, I swear I’ll never bother you again, ma. You got my word.”

Instead of answering, you wrap your tongue around his large digit, the action speaking for itself. Jermajesty sinks his teeth into his bottom lip at the sight of his finger sinking into your mouth. He can’t wait anymore and uses the hand at the back of your head to push you against him.

Your lips meet in a clash of teeth, and a dance of tongues. It’s chaotic, but nothing short of amazing. Kissing you has been something Jermajesty’s always had in the back of his mind. How he’d explore the depths of your mouth with his tongue, biting and sucking at your lips till they’re swollen.

What he hadn’t anticipated was your eagerness when kissing him back. Your own hands come to grasp at his shirt, needing something firm to keep you grounded. The way he kisses you, the uttermost passion put into it, leaves you hazy.

He backs up onto the bed while still not breaking the heated kiss. You follow, legs automatically coming to straddle his seated form. A grunt escapes Jermajesty’s lips as your heat comes in contact with the growing bulge in his pants.

“Fuck.” He groans. Entirely too happy with yourself, you start moving. You drag your body up and down over him, his hands falling to your hips. The friction is delicious yet not nearly enough.

Jermajesty takes a hold of your hips and switches your position. You’re laid on the bed, legs spread and with him in between them. Unaware where the sudden need to feel him comes from, you whine. “I need…” is all you get out before his fingers, now two, sink into your mouth.

“Suck.” Is all he needs to say for you to once again wrap your tongue around his fingers. He takes them out , the only evidence being the trail of spit hanging between your mouth and his fingers.

It’s in this cloud of desire all thoughts of your date, Jaafar and everyone but Jermajesty disappears. His fingers are teasing your entrance, and you know now you’re entirely lost.

“Gonna fill you up so nicely, huh.” He rubs along your slit, a shuddering breath leaving your mouth at the action. “You gon take it? Like the good girl you are.”

His fingers are barely moving against your heat when you moan. He knows exactly what and how to say everything, and you’re slowly loosing your mind.

When he finally eases a finger into you, you’re sure your eyes have rolled all the way back into your head. His finger long and thick is doing more than your frail fingers ever have. You praise him for getting his practice in, cause the way he moves with the confidence of a pro has you shaking under him.

He finds your clit with his other finger, rubbing meaningless patterns. That is what you think at least. “Whose pussy this is?”

You moan at the vulgar words and it is then you realise he’s spelling his name on it. “Fuck, Jer, yours. Don’t stop!”

He smirks against your lips, licking his way into your mouth. This kiss is less chaotic and much more intense. You moan into his mouth when his finger reaches that spongy spot inside you that has you leaning back in ecstasy.

Jermajesty trails his kisses down your neck and into the valley of your breasts. He nips at the skin and then quickly soothes it with soft kisses. You feel the intense sensation of your orgasm building up. “I’m gonna-“

“I know, ma. Let go for me.” Even as you come down from your orgasm, Jermajesty doesn’t stop moving his fingers.

The overstimulation was too much to bare, yet there was nothing more you wished than for him to bury himself inside you. Your hands move down to his belt buckle, and a soft chuckle escapes Jermajesty at your eagerness.

“I got you.” He goes to stop you, but you shake your head in disapproval.

“Let me do it.” You tell him, working the button of his slacks. Soon enough you slide your hand inside his tight boxers, taking a hold of him.

Jermajesty shudders against you at the feeling, and you start slowly stroking your hand up and down with it still tucked into his boxers.

“I need to be inside you, ma.” He whispers into your ear. “Can’t take it anymore.”

You help him undress enough for his cock to spring free. The sight of him is something entirely different to feeling it and you bite your lip in anticipation.

Jermajesty pumps himself a couple times, too eager to feel you around him. His tip nudging at your entrance awakens something primal inside you, and you’re quick to wrap your legs around his hips.

The stretch is immediate, and while it takes some getting used to, it feels amazing when he bottoms out. His first few thrusts are shallow, with him adjusting your legs around his body. When he’s adjusted you to his liking, he sets a punishing pace he keeps.

There’s no feeling that can match what you’re feeling, and how loud you’re being right now is saying everything you aren’t.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so good.” Jermajesty eyes are glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into your pussy every few seconds. You don’t say anything, instead leaning up to connect your lips.

Something about the way he’s lazily kissing you while keeping his rough thrusts turns you on even more. Jermajesty bends your leg over his shoulder and you moan the loudest you have tonight.

“Fuck, yeah, right there.”

Your orgasm doesn’t take long to approach, already overstimulated from the first one. As if Jermajesty can tell, he nods. Picking up his pace, taking you there faster.

Your eyes roll all the way back, and you arch into Jermajesty. He has to physically hold you down as your orgasm washes over you for a second time tonight. He’s not far behind you, strokes still not faltering.

Jermajesty comes with a loud groan, his body shuddering over yours. In post sex bliss you rake your hands affectionately through his hair. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck where he lays for a couple minutes. At last, Jermajesty leans back to take a look at you. What he says doesn’t surprise you in the slightest; but instead serves as a reminder of how much you’ve fucked up.

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.

(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.