#jamil is good brainrot now I can sleep knowing I fullfilled you nasties (love)

[azulsluver]

Okay but now I can't stop thinking of Office!Jamil doing such a good job of getting reader comfortable around him that now everytime he stabds behind reader to help with something you can't help but grind a little into him, or how whenever you grab onto him to stabilize yourself you end up feeling his muscles and staring a little while Jamil looks all smug at you and goes "need anything else?" As if he doesn't know the effect he has on you!

Eventually the tension between you two is so bad you start making out at the office when you had to stay after hours to finish a project.

Jamil is EXTREMELY smug when you take him home and he realises, in a moment you left him alone, that you have a whole secret altar (complete with pictures taken without his knowledge, a lock of hair and even a sweaty shirt he thought he lost) dedicated to him. He doesn't know if he should punish you for taking these things without his permission or reward you for your dedication, but either way you're both in for a really fun night.

I had to take laps after this.

tw: yandere/reader, stalking, unhealthy relationships, gross reader, suggestive themes.

Minor at writing !! Read at your own record

yandere!reader ToT my love!!! Becoming totally unhinged for the cute coworker who’s got such a nice smile. Thinking it was only an attraction until further on obsession, he makes you feel ways none of your exes could. The sexual tension between it as well, purposefully leaving or needing something and you want his help. And he never says no to you, smiling and nodding your way, biting your fingers from letting out a giggles. Or he helps you up by holding your waits, shifting your hips down to make him squeeze your thighs in acknowledgment, going red at his skilled digits digging into your skin.

You’ve collected so many things from him, his pens, hair ties, bracelets and plastic coffee cups. Bringing it to your lips so you can imagine kissing Jamil, you wonder if he’ll think you’re so gross for doing this, how your face confronts into pure bliss from licking the edges of the cap. You knew it was unhealthy but kept telling yourself it wasn’t that serious, that you’ll get over it! But then it led to taking pictures of him, keeping it in albums then printing them out. Day by day, you created a shrine dedicated to him, someone might mistaken as a shrine for a idol, but that works as well..

Jamil is professional, he wouldn’t cut his hair in a work place, so you’ll improvise, collecting strands of his hair in his office, it’s enough to sew on a Barbie dolls head, often washing it with his type of shampoo so you can smell it later on. Jamil often times come back to work after basketball practice with his friends, he doesn’t have to to change properly so he does it in the bathroom. He’s left unsupervised, so you following him and snatching your newfound prize in glee, bursting in joy as you stuff it in your bag before leaving. He’s never asked anyone where his shirt went.

Nsfw themes :3

Reader oh so accidentally spilling coffee on both of their shirts, clearly edging Jamil to head towards the locker to clean up. He’s all too eager and drags you along so he can clean the spills >.• I’m sure there’ll be an “occupied” sign just in case.

Being assigned to work on a project? And staying overnight with your crush? You’re in heaven. You felt as if the two of you have gotten closer, certain that Jamil is into you as well! You tried your best to act as normal as you can around him, but some days you felt as if he knew of your dirty secret, the notebooks filled about him and what you wished he could do to you. You’re zoning out in thought, Jamil tapping your shoulder to remind you to focus, the company paired you two to finish up a presentation for next weeks meeting.

Badly wanting for things to go your way, you make sure when the two of you were working you would run your foot up and down his leg; eyes on the screen as if you weren’t doing anything. Jamil would get riled up the longer you teased him, he’s up and behind your chair, grabbing your waist and forcing your chest onto the table. You’ll squeal as he grinds himself behind you, biting your earlobe and lecture you for being a tease, how you’re distracting him from work!

In a fit of giggles, you’ll croon your head to have his lips on yours, licking and nibbling on his tongue and teeth as you both scatter the papers off the table, driving your shirt up to feel your chest and unbutton your pants. You’re glad there’s no cameras in the office you two are in.

It becomes a routine between you two, go to work, tease a little through the day before finishing off in whatever place Jamil had in stored for you. Dragging you away after a meeting so he can have you give him a blow job. Leaving hickeys on your shoulder in the break room. Go into the bathroom stalls when everyone is busy during the rush, using your thighs to relieve himself so it’s less messy. People will notice sooner or later.

Finally having the guts to take Jamil back to your place. Something about it is so romantic even after the whole ordeal. You made sure to hide everything, clean your bedroom and bathroom. Promising Jamil that the two of you can fully make love if you fixed your schedule. And he didn’t back down on the offer, kissing your forehead as a grin spreads his lips. Say you tell him to wait in your room as you left to get snacks, leaving him to stare and glance around before standing up. He’s been in your room, but he never got the chance to see what was behind your closet. Pushing the hangers away and revealing another door, hooking his finger on the handle and pulling it open. At first he’s stunned, shoulders shaking from the laugh he tried to conceal. The shirt he was missing, hair ties and,..coffee cups?

He licks his lips in anticipation at the lipstick mark, the thought crosses his mind of you placing your lips on it. Did you think of him? Touch yourself while imagining he kissed you until he’s taken your breath? The hair is what he’s most proud of. Jamil can’t stop his hands from reaching for it, it’s heavily scented of his shampoo brand. You’ve done research, and he’s so happy you’re just as bad as him.

The door closes and locks, with you setting down the snacks on the bed, eyes blank as you ask him what he’s doing snooping around. You expected him to cower, to lash out on you and tell you you’re disgusting. But he doesn’t, Jamil coos at you for getting his bad side, flexing the photo in his fingers. Your eyes of a mind of their own, wildly changing from his attention to the floor. How embarrassing, but he’s telling you that you’re such a good thing for loving him only, but maybe next time you should ask for his permission to have a shrine of him. Dedicated or not, he wants you to learn an important lesson.

Eeee Jamil fucking you dumb and making you rehearse the notes you have about him, you say them out loud but all you’re giving him is slurred sentences. And he’s tutting you to do better, picking up the pace or giving shallow thrusts so you can whine.