alexís

bc what do you MEAN they added Maddie to the groupchat? like yall know i don’t really fw her but that’s crossing a line lmao

also i think a like is really not that serious, everyone is being dramatic, do yall not like stuff without reading sometimes?

anyways this is all i’ll say

- more snapchats + a instagram live

-black!reader

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

note: part 1

pairings : jermajesty jackson x girlfriend!reader

summary : your boyfriend is insecure of his small tooth gap

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

Currently, you were laying on Jermajesty’s chest. The two of you were watching Instagram reels on his phone. The question kinda caught him off guard. He paused the video he was watching, looking down at you.

“Uh- No I don’t think so. Why?”

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

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

He tried not to smile, instead a little smirk peeked out. His phone was dropped on the bed next to him. His hands finding his way to your hips.

“Baby stop-“

His cheeks were turning a ruby red.

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

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

“Actually, people made fun of my smile.”

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

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

He shook his head, closing his mouth completely. You gasped dramatically, now sitting on his lap.

Then an idea popped up in your head, you smirked mischievously. You moved your hands to his sides, tickling him. Almost immediately did you see the smile you loved most. His tooth gap showing instantly. You grinned, moving hands away from his sides kissing the corner of his lips.

“There that’s all I needed!” Tapping his nose, plopping right next to him.

His smile widened, moving to his side to stare in your eyes. While you stared at his lips. Sneaking just one more kiss. After finding out how people would make fun of his smile. You wouldn’t live one day without complimenting your man.

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

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

— pairing: jermajesty jackson x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

the kid gasped. “it’s sonic.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re right actually.”

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

“shut up.”

“you smiling at her.”

“i’m literally not.”

“you literally are.”

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

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

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

“i’m not cheating, y’all just suck.”

“she’s cheating!” somebody yelled.

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

jermajesty stayed near the doorway watching again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“because she’s dying.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“maybe.”

“damn. high stakes.”

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

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

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

“your grandma barely knows me.”

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

“that’s terrifying.”

“should be.”

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

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

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

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

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

𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

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

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻/ 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘆

𝘄𝗰: 𝟰,𝟴𝗸

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

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

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

you’d known them forever.

which was exactly why this was becoming a problem.

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

“you listening to me?”

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

“…huh?”

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

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

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

“oh. yeah okay.”

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

unfortunately, that gave you the worst possible opportunity.

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

and lord help you.

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

completely unfair.

your brain genuinely stopped working for a second.

which apparently he noticed immediately.

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

“morning,” he said.

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

smooth.

real smooth.

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

jermajesty glanced between both of you before smirking.

“she probably got distracted.”

your stomach flipped.

“by what?” jaafar asked.

“who knows.”

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

oh he knew exactly what he was doing.

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

too close.

way too close.

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

“you okay?” he asked quietly.

you looked up.

big mistake.

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

“why wouldn’t i be?”

“you seem nervous.”

“i’m not nervous.”

“mhm.”

you hated him.

actually no.

worse.

you liked him.

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

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

“cool,” jermajesty nodded.

then casually,

“what’re you wearing?”

your head snapped toward him instantly.

“what?”

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

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

“wear black.”

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

jermajesty shrugged lazily. “just helping.”

helping. right.

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

subtle enough that nobody else noticed.

obvious enough that you nearly lost your mind every time.

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

the random compliments, the lingering touches, the staring.

God, the staring.

sometimes you genuinely thought maybe you were imagining it.

until moments like this happened.

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

your heart stopped.

he looked between both of you slowly.

“why are y’all being weird?”

panic. immediate panic.

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

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

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

“literally nothing happened,” you laughed nervously.

silence.

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

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

your stomach flipped so hard it was embarrassing.

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

jaafar blinked after him.

then slowly turned back toward you.

“…why are your ears red?”

“they’re not red.”

jaafar stared at you from across the kitchen island.

“they iterally are.”

“it’s hot in here.”

“the air is on.”

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

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

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

“and you’re sweating.”

“bye, jaafar.”

his laugh followed you all the way upstairs.

unfortunately, so did your embarrassment.

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

pathetic actually pathetic.

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

this crush had officially become a problem.

especially because jermajesty clearly knew.

and instead of being normal about it…

he kept making it worse.

...·.·*.✵.*·.·...

friday night came way too fast.

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

typical l.a. party.

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

“i’m not five!”

“you kinda act like it.”

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

you ended up wearing black like jermajesty suggested.

which honestly felt like another mistake.

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

and didn’t move.

your stomach flipped violently.

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

too attractive. actually offensive at this point.

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

“thank you,” you laughed.

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

“there y’all are.”

there y’all are.

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

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

“worth it,” jermajesty said immediately.

your breath caught.

jaafar completely missed it.

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

“nah.”

“i’m good.”

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

dangerous silence.

he looked you over slowly again before shaking his head.

“you trying to kill somebody tonight or what?”

heat rushed straight to your face.

“please stop talking.”

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

“you make me nervous.”

the words slipped out before you could stop them.

both of you froze.

oh no.

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

“i do?” he asked quietly.

abort mission.

abort immediately.

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

he caught your wrist before you could escaped.

your heart nearly exploded.

“wait.”

you looked back slowly.

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

completely focused, completely unfair.

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

you swallowed hard. “sometimes.”

his thumb brushed lightly against your wrist.

“why?”

because you look at me too long.

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

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

instead you whispered,

“you know why.”

that look in his eyes changed instantly.

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

both of your heads snapped toward the hallway.

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

silence.

absolute silence.

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

jermajesty let go of your wrist immediately.

too immediately.

you wanted to disappear through the floor.

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

too casual, way too casual.

“…what?” jermajesty asked calmly.

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

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

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

you glanced at him briefly.

thank god he was good under pressure.

jaafar still looked suspicious though.

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

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

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

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

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

“cool.”

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

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

“oh my god.”

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

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

“you liked it though.”

you opened your mouth then closed it again.

because unfortunately… he wasn’t wrong.

his smirk deepened instantly.

“yeah,” he murmured. “thought so.”

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

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

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

“he’s already suspicious.”

“…true.”

that made both of you laugh softly.

then silence settled again.

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

“you really get nervous around me?”

your stomach flipped remembering what you admitted earlier.

“maybe a little.”

“why?”

you looked up at him slowly.

“because you flirt with me all the time.”

“and?”

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

his eyes darkened slightly at that.

“maybe i like seeing you nervous.”

heat rushed straight to your face.

“that’s evil.”

“probably.”

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

or maybe trying too much.

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

but enough to make your breath catch instantly.

“jer…”

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

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

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

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

“you know what’s crazy?” he murmured.

“what?”

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

“do what?”

he didn’t answer right away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“shut up.”

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

every touch felt unfairly gentle.

intimate in a way that made your chest ache.

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

it probably had.

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

the music outside the kitchen walls suddenly felt too loud.

too many people and too much risk.

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

“come with me for a second.”

your stomach flipped immediately.

“where?”

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

easy for him to say.

still, you followed him anyway.

which was probably another terrible decision.

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

that alone nearly ruined your ability to think.

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

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

“jermajesty…”

“what?” he asked softly, stepping closer.

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

very warm.

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

“he won’t.”

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

that made him laugh quietly.

“worth it.”

your breath caught again.

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

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

you swallowed hard. “how long?”

“too long.”

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

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

every touch made your pulse jump.

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

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

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

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

he laughed softly, pulling your hands away gently.

“you’re cute when you get shy.”

“you’re annoying.”

“and you still followed me here.”

you hated how right he was.

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

for a second everything felt still.

until loud footsteps suddenly echoed somewhere outside the bathroom door.

both of you froze instantly.

𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐰𝐜: 𝟖𝟓𝟐

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

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

“alright, we in here.”

jermajesty adjusted his phone against the kitchen counter as instagram live connected. within seconds people started joining. comments flooded the screen.

JERMAJESTY LIVE???

HEY KING

WE MISSED YOU

“what’s good, y’all?”

he leaned against the counter with a grin.

“i was bored.”

WHERE YOU BEEN

SHOW US THE HOUSE

“absolutely not.”

he laughed.

“y’all too nosy.”

the comments kept rolling. he answered questions, joked around, and occasionally stopped to read something funny out loud.

after about fifteen minutes, the sound of music drifted in from another room. his smile appeared immediately. without him even realizing it, the comments caught it first.

WHO GOT YOU SMILING LIKE THAT

THAT’S THE GIRLFRIEND SMILE

WE KNOW THAT LOOK

he rolled his eyes.

“man, shut up.”

right then you walked into the kitchen.

wearing a bonnet, one of his hoodies, and fuzzy socks. you were carrying a bowl of fruit. the second you noticed the phone you froze.

“oh!”

jermajesty started laughing.

“say hi.”

“absolutely not.”

Y/NNNNNNN

HI QUEEN

SHE LOOK SO COMFY

you looked at the screen.

“why are there so many people in here?”

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

the comments immediately turned on him.

you laughed.

“y’all, don’t let him bully y’all.”

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

“maybe because i’m nice.”

“wow.”

you stole a strawberry from your bowl.

“just saying.”

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

Y’ALL LOOK GOOD TOGETHER

HE GOT THAT LOOK AGAIN

SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD THIS

jermajesty glanced over at you.

“you staying?”

“maybe.”

“cool.”

his answer came way too fast. you smirked.

“you ain’t slick.”

“i’m not trying to be.”

the comments started moving so fast neither of you could keep up.

then somebody commented:

DOES SHE EVER GET TIRED OF YOU

you immediately started laughing.

“yes.”

“wow.”

“every day.”

“that’s crazy.”

you shrugged.

“and yet you’re still here.”

he looked at the camera.

“heard that?”

before anyone could react, you reached over and wiped something from the corner of his mouth.

he froze. you froze.

the comments practically broke.

OH MY GOD

THEY SO MARRIED

I CAN’T DO THIS

“what?” you asked.

“they’re losing it.”

“over what?”

he pointed at the screen.

you read a few comments and immediately laughed.

“all i did was wipe your face.”

“apparently that’s romantic.”

“they need help.”

“seriously.”

a few minutes later you sat down on one of the kitchen stools. jermajesty naturally moved closer. close enough that your shoulders touched, then your head ended up resting against his arm while he kept talking. nobody missed it.

LOOK AT THEM

THEY NOT EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT

I LOVE LOVE

he glanced down.

“you sleepy?”

you nodded.

“a little.”

without thinking, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, just a simple motion. completely natural. the kind that happens when two people are used to being around each other. your head immediately found a comfortable spot against him. “comfortable?” he asked.

“mhm.”

his smile softened.

“good.”

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

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

BECAUSE YOU LOOK AT HER LIKE SHE HUNG THE MOON

his eyes found the comment. then found you. you were busy scrolling on your phone. completely unaware. a smile pulled at his lips. the chat immediately noticed. again.

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

NOOOOO

HE MAD WE EXPOSED HIM

you looked up.

“why are you ending it?”

“because they’re annoying.”

“or because they’re right?”

his jaw dropped. you burst out laughing.

the comments exploded one final time.

before he could defend himself, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. quick, simple, and sweet. and enough to make him completely forget what he was saying.

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

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

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

requested by @riahminkz

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

requested by annon + inspired by @douceurrrr

- you and jermajesty’s snapchat videos

- black!reader

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

note: this was influenced by dem tiktoks of jermajesty’s old snapchats, he is tew foine.

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

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

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

𝘸𝘤: 4.5𝘬

the jackson family had always been loud during the holidays.

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

it had been like that since you were little.

which was exactly why this trip felt so strange.

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

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

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

it wasn’t always like this.

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

back then, loving jermajesty jackson felt easy.

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

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

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

a lie. he knew it was a lie too.

the car went quiet again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mom,” jermajesty muttered behind you.

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

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

of course he did.

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

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

but every once in a while your eyes drifted upstairs.

toward him.

later that night, the cabin grew quieter.

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

your fingers tightened around the mug in your hands.

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

“you’ve barely looked at me all day.”

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

silence.

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

but tired too.

“you know i’ve been busy,” he said.

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

his jaw tightened.

“don’t do that.”

“do what?”

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

you looked down over the balcony again before speaking quietly.

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

that one hit him.

you could see it immediately in his face.

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

downstairs, faint laughter echoed through the cabin.

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

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

“then why does it feel true?”

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

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

this kind.

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

the kind where your voice sounded tired instead of angry.

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

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

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

he watched you disappear down the hallway.

for a second, he thought about following you.

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

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

normally that sound would’ve made him smile.

tonight it just made him feel worse.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

the next morning, the storm had gotten worse.

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

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

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

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

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

his eyes landed on you instantly.

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

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

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

you noticed him noticing.

your gaze flicked away immediately.

damn.

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

both of your heads snapped toward her.

“excuse me?” you laughed awkwardly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

jermajesty caught it immediately.

that tiny smile.

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

because at least you were still looking at him.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

by nighttime, the storm had become dangerous.

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

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

your phone buzzed beside you.

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

before you could answer, the lights suddenly shut off.

the entire cabin went dark.

a chorus of confused yelling immediately filled the room.

“oh hell no.”

“are you serious?”

“wait somebody touched my leg!”

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

then another flicker.

nothing.

the power stayed out this time.

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

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

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

instead, the storm outside only seemed louder now.

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

meaning several bedrooms upstairs were unusable until morning.

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

you looked up from your blanket slowly.

because there was only one bedroom left.

his.

alejandra blinked between both of you carefully.

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

“mom,” jermajesty warned.

she lifted her hands innocently.

you swallowed hard.

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

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

the room felt smaller than it actually was.

maybe it was the storm outside.

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

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

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

“the floor or something.”

“jer…”

“seriously, it’s fine.”

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

he looked up.

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

except it was.

because the problem had never been sharing space with jermajesty.

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

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

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

jermajesty tried not to stare when you walked out.

tried and failed.

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

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

for a while, neither of you spoke.

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

then quietly,

“why’ve you been treating me different?”

your voice barely rose above the wind.

jermajesty stared at the ceiling.

“i haven’t.”

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

“do what?”

“pretend i’m making it up.” silence.

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

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

that word hit him hard.

boyfriend.

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

his jaw tightened while he looked down at his hands.

“it’s not you.”

“then what is it?”

another long silence stretched between you both.

finally, he exhaled.

“everything got serious.”

you frowned slightly. “what does that mean?”

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

your chest tightened hearing that.

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

his voice softened.

“and that scares me.”

you stared at him quietly.

“why?”

“because what if i ruin it?”

the vulnerability in his voice almost hurt to hear.

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

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

your expression softened instantly.

“jer…”

“so i pulled away first.”

there it was.

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

you felt your eyes sting slightly before shaking your head.

“you idiot.”

a small breath of laughter escaped him.

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

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

his eyes searched yours carefully.

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

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

“i missed you,” he admitted softly.

your breath caught.

because somehow hearing that felt more intimate than anything else.

the space between you disappeared naturally after that.

his forehead rested against yours first.

then his lips brushed yours softly.

like he was relearning you.

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

every touch felt warm. familiar.

needed.

he kissed you like he was sorry.

like he was terrified to lose you.

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

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

heat rushed through your stomach instantly.

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

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

you didn’t.

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

outside, snow slammed against the windows.

inside, the room only grew warmer.

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

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

like he wanted to remember every part of you.

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

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

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

“there she is,” he whispered.

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

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

you swallowed. “what?”

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

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

the honesty in his voice hit harder than the flirting.

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

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

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

your chest tightened hearing that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

then suddenly,

“does anybody know where the—”

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

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

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

“oh.”

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

“GET OUT.”

jaafar dodged it easily, looking way too entertained.

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

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

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

“JAFAAR.”

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

you were still laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

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

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

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

suck it up ❥ jermajesty jackson

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

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

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

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

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.

Movie night

Jermajesty Jackson x Fem!reader

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

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

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

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

As always i do like to write and describe a lot

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

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

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

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

Your smile instantly softened “Jer?”

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

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

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

The room felt warm.

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

“Ohhhh you got it bad too.”

“I do not.” You chuckled

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

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

Jermajesty scans your body as you walk his way.

Fuck you look good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“JERMAJESTY-“ you scream holding onto him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jer!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I’m ovulating can you tell?

Anyways feedback is appreciated as always lmao

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

Pairing: Jaafar Jackson x Famous!reader

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

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

Part 1, Part 2