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soft!jermajesty x blackreader

~warning: 18+ smut, creampie, kissing, cursing, drinking, oral sex (m. and f.) receiving, some fluff, porn with a plot. lmk if i missed anything

~wc: 2.7k

~notes: my cousin said i write like im white 😭whole time im soft spoken in real life lmaooo, i know im not so good at writing but enjoy!!

it was your one-year anniversary of being with jermajesty, and you both decided to go away to get away from all the nonsense for a while and just enjoy each other’s company.

you’d landed in bermuda about 2 days ago, and so far bermuda was very nice, very peaceful. you loved being on the island already.

you stepped onto the balcony of the hotel you were staying at, the warm sun hitting your skin.

the beach wasn’t too far from the hotel so you asked jermajesty if yall can go to the beach today.

you stepped back into the room.“jerbabyy.” you called out because he was in the bathroom. “hm?” he hummed stepping out the bathroom, his eyes glued to his phone.

“ can we go to the beach today?.” you asked walking over to your suitcase looking for a swimsuit to wear, knowing he was going to say yes. “ yea.” he answered instantly, turning off his phone throwing it on the bed and walking over to his suitcase looking for swimming trunks.

it didn’t take you both to finish getting ready because you decided to wear light makeup instead of a full face of makeup, it was too hot for all of that.

“baby, i heard the sand is pink.” you said, grabbing his hand.” really?” he responded raising his eyebrows.

you nodded, grabbing your phone out your bag checking to see what time it was. “let’s stay at the beach for like an hour because it’s already 1.” you said turning your phone off and placing it back in your bag.

“alright.” he said taking off his sunglasses and placing them in his pocket.

it was quiet as yall were soon approaching the beach, you didn’t really mind it being quiet, you enjoyed quietness. seagulls calling in the distance, the waves rolling gently on the shore.

you finally approached the beach, you found empty beach chairs near the water and laid on them, the water shimmering beneath the sun as the waves rolled onto the pink sand. in the distance you saw colorful umbrellas, kids playing, people swimming in the water.

it was so calming.

the waves splashing.

the wind.

but you were getting bored now. “ let’s go swim.” you said getting up without waiting for jermajesty to get up. “ well damn, you could’ve at least waited for me.” he said catching up to you.

you walked on the shoreline, the pink sand between your toes. he followed behind, walking towards the water. the cool water hit your ankles which made you gasp.

“ the water’s cold.” stepping back onto the hot sand. “you pussy?” jermajesty asked as he stepped deeper into the water.

“no.” you said. “ so then come on.” jermajesty laughed as he splashed water in your direction. “stop, nigga.” a smile spreading across your face.

you were having so much fun, floating in the water, the waves knocking you off balance, him teasing you with the seaweed.

you both spent the next hour playing in the water, splashing at each other, chasing each other, and you not liking the seaweed touching your feet.

“that shit felt weird.” you said following behind him back to where yall was sitting. “ it’s nothing but seaweed.” he said laughing.

“whatever, i’m hungry.” you sighed, pulling your phone out your bag to take pictures. “you ready to go?” jermajesty said dusting the sand off his feet.

you nodded while still looking at your camera. “take a picture with me.” you said moving closer to him. “ok, smile.” but instead of him smiling he stared at you.

“ jermajesty look at the camera.”

“ i am.”

“no you’re not, you’re looking at me.”

“ same thing.” you rolled your eyes, snapping pictures anyway trying not to laugh. “ok let’s go cause im starving.” you grabbing your bag off the chair.

you both soon made it back to the hotel, covered in sand. after showering and changing into something comfortable, you ordered food and laying on top of jermajesty watching your phone.

you’d ordered something way different from jermajesty his plate looked super good, now you wanted his food because it looks good.

“baby, can we switch plates?”you said walking towards him with your plate in your hands. “no, you should’ve ordered what i ordered.” he said moving his plate away from you.

“ok.” you said while walking towards the table that was in your hotel suite. “…here, you always do this.” walking towards you, handing his plate to you and sitting at the table with you. “aww, thank you.” you said a smile spread across your face, as you gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

“mhm.” he mumbled, taking bites of the other plate of food. “you lucky we going to the rooftop later.”

a few hours later, it was finally time to go to the rooftop, it was a bar up there so you knew it was gonna be fun.

you searched through your luggage and found a cute pastel yellow sun dress. you were deciding on whether or not to do make up. “ jer, should i do make up or no?” you questioned as you walked out the bathroom to find him.

“ you always look pretty with and without it, but i recommend no makeup.” he said grabbing your face softly and bringing you in for a kiss.

“ stop before we won’t go nowhere.” you said biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to spread across your face. “ i don’t mind staying in the room.” he replied, his eyes meeting yours.

you rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh at him.

“boy, please.” walking back towards the bathroom to finish getting ready to leave.

“ok, i’m ready.” you said grabbing your purse off the bed. “about damn time.”jermajesty said standing up already rushing to the door.

“shut the up, i needed to look perfect.” following him out the door and to the elevator. “baby, you always look perfect.” he said turning his attention to you .“nigga, don’t start.” you said laughing.

“am i lying though?” he said grabbing your hand, leading you out the elevator.

the rooftop was prettier than you expected. the smell of food moving through the air as glasses clinked together. blue lights hung above the seating area, music playing loud from the speakers but not too loud, the view of the island behind the railing. the air was way cooler, blowing at just the right temperature.

you were happy to be on this trip because you were finally able to spend time with jermajesty by yourself, no one else to distract you both.

once you’d reached the bar you grabbed a small menu to look at any type of special drink. “what drink you getting?” he asked looking at the menu also. “ i think ima get the pink paradise it got the good stuff in there.” you said placing the menu down.

the bartender came over and asked what could she get y’all to drink and you told her you wanted the pink paradise. on the other hand, jermajesty… “ i want whatever got the most liquor.” you bumped him with your elbow looking at him like he was crazy.

“ jermajesty..” you said, laughing.” what? i’m on vacation.” he responded shrugging his shoulders.

a few minutes later, the bartender returned with the drinks. yours was a nice cute pink, sugar coated around the rim with a lime tucked on the side. you lifted the glass carefully, taking a sip. “is it good?” he asked looking at your drink. you nodded.” let me try.” he grabbed your drink and took a sip.

he nodded his head as a sign it’s good. “now try yours.” you said pulling your phone out to record him taking a sip. he took a sip and then made a face. “that’s what your dumbass get.” you said laughing.

he coughed once and placed his glass down.“that shit strong.” he said calling the bartender over to get a red bull or something as a chaser. “ yea i know, i don’t even wanna try yours.” you put your phone back in your bag.

an hour had passed, conversations flowing, the music playing quieter now. empty glasses getting replaced with drinks more than once.

your cheeks hurting from laughing at jermajesty all night. he laid back in the chair turning his attention to you with a smile he’d been wearing all night.

“you ok?” you asked, placing your empty glass down carefully. he nodded. “you tipsy?” you asked, moving your chair closer to him. “maybe.” he responded pulling you in for a kiss. “you so pretty.” he hummed.

“thank you, baby.” you responded biting your lip as warmth began to spread across your chest.

you couldn’t tell if it was from the drinks or him….

he still hadn’t taken his eyes off you.

“what?” you asked, now growing shy under his stare.

“ let’s go back to the room.” he responded, standing up and grabbing your hand leading to the elevator.

“why you wanna leave early?” you questioned. “…i wanna spend the rest of the night with you.” you couldn’t help but smile at his response.

you two stepped into the elevator, the ride down back to the room was quiet. it was a comfortable silence that you liked. you rested your head against his arm.

he ooked down at you with a smile.“ you had fun?” he asked “mhm.”you answered, looking up at him.

“this was my favorite day so far.” you said, leaning back on his arm.

the elevator let out a soft ding, showing you reached your floor.

you both stepped into the quiet hallway, the hotel felt peaceful. your footsteps echoing softly against the carpet as you walked side by side.

a few moments later you tapped the key card against the door, you opened the door stepping in and jermajesty following behind you.

you walked over to the bed sitting down and placing your purse on the small night stand. he followed behind taking off his shoes and placing them beside the bed.

you got up about to walking towards the bathroom to wrap your hair up. “baby.” jermajesty said breaking the silence. you walked over to him.”yes?”you responded. he didn’t say anything and just pulled you in for a kiss.

“i need you.” he mumbled in between the kiss. you couldn’t help it by smiling. “ you have me, baby.”

his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. the kiss started off slow, a tender, lingering kiss, a celebration of spending one year together. this didn’t last for long, your fingers pressing into his skin, the kiss shifted. it turned into a sloppy, hungry kiss. your tongues dancing and swirling together with need.

jermajesty broke the kiss by an inch, his breath hot against your lips.” happy anniversary.” he whispered, his voice low.” happy anniversary, baby.” you responded just barely above whisper.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck. he sucked on your sensitive skin, leaving a mark as his teeth grazed your collarbone. you let out a sharp, shaky moan, your hands slipping into his hair.

jermajesty layed you down as he began to move lower, kissing the swell of your breasts through the fabric of your dress. you then pulled the straps of your dress down your shoulders revealing your breasts. jermajesty sucked hard, his tongue swirling around your nipple, while his hand kneaded your other breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers.

you arched your back, letting out a soft moan. you stripped from the rest of your clothes. jermajesty eyes roamed every curve of your brown skin. once you were bare, jermajesty settled in between your thigh’s, he kissed in between your thighs, licking your soft skin.

when he finally reached your pussy, you were already dripping. jermajesty leaned in, his tongue flat and firm as he licked a long stripe against your folds. you gased. “oh fuck.” your hips bucking off the mattress as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking it deep into his mouth while his two fingers slid inside you.

his tongue flicking and swirling, driving you to the edge. “fuck… baby right there.” you whimpered, your voice strained. he didn’t stop until you reached your peak, your wall’s clamping down against his fingers, your legs shaking with an intense orgasm.

jermajesty pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth tasting you fully. “mmm you taste good.” sucking the remaining of your release off his fingers and taking off the remainder of his clothes.

neither of you were done with each other yet, so you got up while he was standing and lowered yourself onto your knees. your hands finding the waist band of his boxers, sliding them down. his dick sprung out, heavy and throbbing, slightly hitting you in the face. his tip leaking a fresh bead of precum. you grabbed the base of his dick slapping the tip against your tongue.

you let out a low moan as you swirled your tounge around his tip before taking him deeper. jermajesty let out a groan, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding your rhythm. “mmm fuck… that feels good.” he breathed, voice rough with desire.

you began to bob your head, taking him inch by inch, your cheeks hollowing as you created a vacuum around his length. your tongue swirling around his length, while your hand stroked the base in time with your mouth. you looked up at him, eyes blazing, sucking him harder, a loud wet slurping filling the space between the both of you.

you pulled back enough just to let him see the glistening trail of saliva that stretched from your lips to his length. you licked it up, your tongue dragging across the sensitive skin, then you continued, moving faster now, you could feel every ridge, every vein, every throb of his dick as you worked, lips slick and warm.

his hips buckled, seeking more of your mouth. “please.. i’m so close.” he warned. you responded by increasing your pace even more, hollowing your cheeks, you took him as deep as you could. you felt the head of cock hit the back of your throat. you swallowed around him, your throat muscles contracting, milking him.

with a groan, he released, his hips jerking forward as his thick, hot ropes of cum shot down your throat. you swallowed eagerly, your tongue lapping at his sensitive tip as he pulsed. you didn’t stop until he was completely spent.

he pulled you off your knees, laying you back on the bed on your back. the sight of your pussy, glistening, made his cock throb. he lined himself up and pushed into you with one heavy thrust, burying himself to a hilt.

“you’re so deep..“ your gasped as you felt the stretch.

his hand slid up to the front of your throat. he didn’t squeeze hard, just a soft, possessive pressure.

he began slamming into you, his hips snapping forward with a powerful force.” fuck.. your so tight.” he groaned, his voice rough.”squeezing the fuck out of me.”

“oh god, yes!” your voice echoed. he leaned into your ear. his voice low.”shhh, baby… not too loud.” he picked up the pace, his thrust becoming much faster, keeping his hand around your throat.

“oh fuck, don’t stop.”you cried out, your eyes fluttering.

your walls clenched around him, as your orgasm began to approach. “jer, i’m gonna cum.” your voice breaking. “cum for me.” at his words you let go, head spinning as your release hit you hard, milking his length with every thrust.

jermajesty soon followed behind you, slamming deep inside you, with one last thrust. his thick, hot ropes of his cum flooding your womb, filling you completely. he stayed buried inside you for moment, heart’s racing, his length still throbbing.

slowly, he pulled out of you. the mixture of his cum and your juices flowing out of you. jermajesty stepped away to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth, wetting it with warm water, returning to clean the mess of you.

he then came and lay beside you, pulling you into his arms. “i love you.” he whispered, placing a kiss on your head. “i love you more.” you responded, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

the tv played softly in back, neither of you paying attention to it. wrapped in each others arms, sleep soon took over you as the day came to an end.

18+ Explicit rough sex, possessive talk, very detailed smut

A/N - ik I said yall were gonna get this like two days ago but I’m a liar so….

It’s late as fuck

Your sleeping in your man’s bed, his hoodie swallowing you up, one leg sticking out laying your head on what was supposed to be jermajestys chest.

Then you feel a big, hand sliding up the back of your thigh, gripping your ass cheek, fingers starting to pull down your panties.

“Jermajesty…?” you mumble, half asleep.

“Shh, go back to sleep, ma,” he whispers low against your neck, voice all deep and raspy. “This ain’t got nothing to do with you.”

You shift a little. “wtf are you talking about It’s 4 in the morning.”

“So? ‘Cause you tired I’m supposed to starve?” He says starting to pull your panties down your legs.

He had you on your back, legs spread wide as he buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was licking you nice and slow, sucking on your clit while two thick fingers pushed deep inside you, curling just them just right.

You moaned loud, back arching off the bed, one hand gripping his hair. The pleasure was too much, too intense, you tried to close your legs, thighs trembling as you squeezed around his head.

He imhaled you completely moaning against your pussy, the vibration making you shiver. Without missing a beat, his big hand came down hard on your ass a sharp smack that echoed in the room.

“Open your fucking legs ma,” he ordered, voice rough and smug. He slapped your ass again, harder this time, the sting mixing with the pleasure as he pushed your thighs apart. “Don’t close them on me again. “ push that shit out you gonna make me have to be mean mami .”

You whimpered, legs shaking as you spread them wider for him. “ mmmpshit fuckk “

He looked up at you with that cocky, satisfied smirk, lips shiny. “That’s a good girl. Gonna let me eat this pretty ass too?”

Before you could answer, he pushed your legs back further, spreading you completely. His tongue dragged lower, licking over your tight hole, slow and teasing.

“Jermajesty—” you gasped, trying to squirm away, but he held you open, tongue circling and pushing inside you.

“Get offa me pa please I’m so sleepy”

“Mhm and you gon sleep even better when I’m done”

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Summary :: After your husband gets into yet another saloon brawl being overprotective of you, you’re determined to give him the silent treatment to teach him a lesson. But he knows exactly how his charm and protectiveness affect you. Pairing :: Cowboy!clark x reader Cw :: nsfw :: p w/ plot :: overprotective/possessive clark :: smut & aftercare :: make up sex :: mentions of a bar fight :: pet names (honeysuckle, baby, darlin) :: unprotected sex :: praise kink :: v light angst :: rough handling :: est. relationship :: wall/holding :: exhibitionism (barn setting) :: no beta we die like men. 1.5k wc :: masterlist

AOT P0RNSTAR AU ⭐️📸 NSFW 🔞🔞🔞🔞

You were already running late

If there was one thing everyone in Jersey knew, it was that bus drivers waited for absolutely nobody.

The familiar hiss of the doors echoed through the street just as you reached the stop

The driver sighed dramatically but kept the doors open long enough for you to squeeze inside

Breathing heavily, you slipped toward the back of the bus pretending to be busy on your phone scrolling through instagram

A woman sitting with her son who looked maybe around 10, looked you up and down before shaking her head and grabbing his arm to sit in the seat across the aisle.

You tried not to let it bother you

Honestly, your outfit wasn’t outrageous

You wore a fitted midnight blue colored polo top that hugged your curves perfectly, the buttons at the top were open showing a bit of cleavage with your gold name plate laying pretty on your chest, you wore the same colored low rise jean shorts that were tight and showed just enough of your ass. And of course finished off with a pair of kitten heels to show off your fresh pedicure.

But of course people were going to have their opinions

You had bigger things to worry about, you were on your way to an audition with a popular porn star, as crazy as it sounds this is a once in a lifetime opportunity that you were definitely not taking for granted

About a year ago you started an onlyfans just for fun with your friend

Once you saw how much money was actually coming in you couldn’t stop, eventually starting to do livestreams and take request

Most of the times your content was self pleasure, except the occasional scissoring videos with some girls you met online that suggested a collab

That content is what made you the most money, so when you saw that they were looking for new inexperienced girls to to be in Gattouz new video there was no way in hell you were missing that

From the things you’ve researched, he’s one of the company’s biggest stars as well as the creative director. They do a couple auditions every year and scout girls from different cities to make them an upcoming star

It did wonders for a lot of girls and now you were hopefully gonna be given the same opportunity

After an hour train ride followed by a 30 minute uber, you finally arrived at the place they were holding the auditions

It was at a rundown motel in Harlem

The building looked sketchy as hell, with faded paint, flickering lights, and people lingering outside. It definitely wasn’t what you expected, but of course you didn’t care still keeping your head high walking in

The lobby was flooded.

Girls filled almost every seat, each one looking completely different from the next. Different ages, body types, ethnicities, styles, some wore tiny designer dresses and stripper heels, while others kept it simple in jeans and crop tops.

You started to second guess your outfit, now feeling like you were too underdressed

“Hello” you said as you went up to the front desk

“I’m in the correct place for the auditions, right?”

The woman behind the desk barely looked up from her computer. She sighed at you irritated like you just asked the dumbest question

“Sign your name, put your instagram next to it, then go have a seat”

“….okay”

You did as you were told and plopped down in a seat next to a random girl

The second you sat down, she immediately whipped her head towards you

“HEY OH MY GOD… I’ve seen you before!”

You look over, taken back by her random burst of energy

she wore a long platinum blonde wig that matched beautifully with her brown skin and big brown eyes

“Have you?” You laughed in response

you had a couple thousand followers but not enough to get noticed in public

She dug through her purse before pulling out her phone

“Angel right?” She turned her phone up showing you your onlyfans account

Angel was your stage name, it was a nickname you were given by your grandma from young. And although it was basic it definitely fit the aesthetic and vibe of your account

You smiled, flattered by her actually recognizing you

This was definitely a huge ego boost

“Yup, that’s me”

“No way,” she smiled ear to ear “You’re so much more prettier in person wow, I’ve been following you for a while”

You couldn’t help but laugh again

“Then we should definitely collab sometime, your gorgeous too”

That comment made her smile even wider

The conversation died down as you glanced around the lobby

Most of these girls looked exhausted. Some scrolled mindlessly through TikTok, others fixed their makeup for the tenth time, while a few rested their heads against the wall, clearly tired of waiting

You turned back to her

“How long have you been waiting here?”

She dramatically rolled her eyes

“Girl, I’ve been here for like an hour already.” She groaned rubbing her stomach “ughhh I’m actually starving”

You sighed

Since you were the last to come, you already knew this was going to be a long day

A couple minutes later a man with auburn colored hair, dressed in all black with a clipboard tucked under one arm came from down the hallway. He exchanged a few words with the woman at the front desk before taking the sign-in sheet from her.

His eyes slowly scanned the room as he read the list

For a brief second, his gaze landed on you before calling out a name.

“Trinity.”

The girl beside you immediately stood up, smoothing out her dress before turning back with a nervous smile

“Wish me luck”

“You got this” you gave her a thumbs up

She nodded in response before following the guy down the hallway

She was a really pretty girl and looked around your age, she definitely had a good shot

_

Not even ten minutes later, Trinity comes rushing out from down the hallway, her eyes filled with tears.

“Hey, what happened—” You reach for her arm, but she pulls away, storming out without another word.

You start to go after her, but stop when you hear your name called. You feel a pang of guilt for the girl, but then again, you don't really know her. Deciding to shake off the negative thoughts, you turn around to face the man with the auburn hair who came out to get her, and you follow him down the hall.

As you walk past, you catch the other girls muttering under their breath and throwing dirty looks your way. Honestly, who could blame them? They’ve been waiting out there for hours, and you haven’t even been here for thirty minutes.

The man leads you into a massive bedroom centered around a king sized bed. A camera setup is already in place, and a couple of crew members are waiting around.

“Alright everyone, this is Angel,” he introduces you. You give a nervous little wave.

“Please tell me you brought somebody worth my fucking time.”

The voice is instantly recognizable, and you look over. It’s Gattouz. He has his long brown hair pulled neatly back into a bun, muscles practically bursting through the fabric of his tight black shirt, his biceps massive. He pairs it casually with baggy jeans.

You two lock eyes. He smirks, scanning you from head to toe.

“Hi… I’m Angel.” You extend your hand. His strong fingers gently wrap around yours, bringing your knuckles up to his lips, planting a soft kiss.

“No need for introductions, beautiful. I know exactly who you are,” he murmurs, looking down at you while licking his lips.

Out of all the guys who have ever tried to hit on you, none of them have given you butterflies quite like this.

“Come sit. Let’s talk.” He guides you over to the edge of the bed, and you follow his lead without hesitation.

You notice the camera start rolling, but you can't bring yourself to look away from him. He steps back, standing right next to the camera and the auburn haired man.

“So, tell us about yourself.”

You gulp, discreetly wiping your sweaty palms against your thighs to clear the nerves. “Well, I’m twenty years old, I’m from Jersey. I currently have around 105k followers on Instagram, and I just hit 45k monthly subscribers on OnlyFans.”

His smirk widens. He nods, glancing down to read the next question. “How comfortable are you on camera?”

“I’m fine with it. I do a lot of livestreams, so it’s nothing new to me.”

He nods again, his expression shifting to something much darker. “…Touch yourself.”

The sudden command throws you off guard. You expected a few more interview questions before getting into anything sexual, but the bluntness of it sends a thrill straight through you. Without another thought, any leftover nerves vanish. Your left hand reaches up, sliding under your top to aggressively cup and squeeze your breast, while your hips begin to grind instinctively against the mattress.

The rough denim of your jean shorts rubs against your clit, and within seconds, you're completely soaked. Your right hand slides down your waist, slipping into the waistband of your shorts to rub tight circles at the top of your pussy and a small groan escapes your throat.

After a few minutes of watching you move, he abruptly walks over.

You don't stop. If anything, your pace quickens now that he’s standing right in front of you.

He leans down, his thumb grazing your lips before sliding into your mouth. You part your lips further, letting him press it deep against your tongue. You swirl your tongue around his thumb, holding his gaze with the most seductive gaze.

He’s clearly amused. The bulge in his jeans grows bigger by the second, completely uncontainable.

Before you can even process anything, he catches you by the waist and slams you back onto the bed. A gasp escapes your mouth as he rips your top off, immediately attacking your breasts with heavy kisses and flicking his tongue against your nipples.

“Shit…” You bite your lip, the intensity of the pleasure was too much to handle.

“So plump and soft,” he growls against your skin, his hands kneading your chest.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the auburn haired guy step closer, angling the camera directly over the bed to make sure he captures every single angle. The extra audience only makes your heart race faster. Without thinking, you kick off your shorts and panties, leaving yourself completely bare underneath him.

He flips you over and straddles the space beneath you, pulling you up and positioning you directly over his mouth.

His tongue hits your core, you scream out in a mix of pleasure and pure shock.

He’s moving so fast your brain can barely keep up. You grind down against his hot mouth, noises escaping your throat that you've never even heard yourself make before. His grip is on your thighs, holding you perfectly in place as he continues to devour you. His tongue gets faster, messier, and you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling so hard that you completely mess up his neat bun.

Just as you feel yourself about to reach a high, he locks his arms around you, pinning you down so there's absolutely no escape. Your body collapses as you orgasm right against his mouth. He licks up every drop, leaving you completely breathless and seeing stars.

But he isn't done.

He flips you onto your stomach, slamming you back into the mattress. His hands trace down to play with your ass, delivering a sharp slap before his fingers trail down to tease your overly sensitive clit. You hear a sudden rustling behind you, but your limbs feel too heavy and weak to turn around and look.

Then, you feel a heavy, thick thud against your backside.

“Yo, I thought we weren’t doing all that today—”

“Shut the fuck up, Floch,” Gattouz snaps, sucking his teeth and glaring over his shoulder at the cameraman.

He leans down over your back, his breath hot against your ear. “Do you mind princess?”

You force yourself to look over your shoulder. He’s completely stripped out of his clothes, and his thick long dick laid on your ass explaining the thump you felt a few seconds ago.

You immediately nod, a breathless smile breaking across your face. He doesn't waste another second. Propping your hips up, he slowly slides himself in.

You’ve been with a few guys before, but this is entirely different. The size of him stretches your tight walls, making you ache in the best way possible as he pumps in and out. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of oil, and drizzles it down your back and across your ass, massaging it deep into your skin as he continues allowing your pussy to swallow his dick.

The sensation is euphoric. You feel like you're floating on another planet.

He keeps a firm grip on your waist, maintaining a teasing pace. Every single time you feel the waves of another orgasm building, he slows down, driving you crazy with frustration.

“Faster… please,” you practically beg, throwing your head back.

You instantly regret showing your desperation, because the moment the words leave your lips, he pulls out entirely. You let out a frustrated groan.

“Come here, princess.” He leans back against the pillows at the headboard, motioning for you to move.

You crawl over on your hands and knees until you're hovering over him. “Are you gonna let me finish now?”

He looks slightly taken aback by your sudden boldness, but the smirk returns to his face. “I’ll let you finish by yourself.”

His hands grip your hips, lifting you up and guiding you right down onto his length. He reaches for the oil again, completely drenching your skin in it.

You begin to grind your hips, desperate to finally release yourself. He keeps pouring the oil as you pick up speed, your ass slapping against his thighs with loud lewd noises. The oil splatters over the sheets as your ass claps up and down. On the final, heavy bounce, you let out a loud scream as you climax for the second time, leaving a warm feeling in your entire body.

Before you can even recover, he sits up, keeping his dick inside of you and begins pounding upward aggressively.

You're still in a complete daze, your body overly sensitive from the release. Every thrust feels too intense, right on the edge of pleasure and overstimulation. He lets out a low moan against your ear, moaning your name as he nuts deep inside you. You feel his dick throbbing, slowly going soft as he finishes.

He finally pulls out, reaching for a nearby towel to help clean you up. Your makeup is ruined, your hair is an absolute wild mess, and your clothes are thrown across the bed.

“You okay?” He reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m more than okay.” You can’t contain the huge smile on your face.

Eren glances up toward the door. “Floch, tell the rest of the girls to go home. We’re done with auditions today.”

“What? Eren, all those girls have been waiting out there for hours—”

“You’ve got too much fucking mouth today, Floch. I said we’re done. We found our girl,” he snaps, shutting down any further argument.

After pulling your clothes back on and quickly freshening up in the master bathroom, you walk back out into the hall. Floch is standing there waiting for you, holding a small white pill and a glass of water.

“Plan B,” he says. “We can’t have girls running around saying Gattouz got them pregnant.”

You take the pill and the water, swallowing it down with him watching you. Once you hand the glass back, he passes you a stack of paperwork. “Sign these consent and release forms.”

You look up, blinking. “Wait, does this mean…”

“Yeah, congrats. You got the job,” he says, he didn’t sound too happy about it. Talk about a total buzzkill.

After filling out the remaining forms, Floch hands you an enevelope tellinb you to keep it safe and not to open it until you get home.

Now on the bus, you lean your head against the cold foggy window. Your core is still aching with a reminder of what just happened, but you know you're going to have the absolute best sleep of your life tonight.

When you finally walk through the door of your apartment, you open up the envelope Floch gave you.

It was $700 in cash, you delightfully put it away in your dresser, head straight for a long hot shower, grab a quick bite to eat, and collapse onto the couch in an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. You turn on YouTube, letting the background noise wash over you as you slowly drift off to sleep.

GATTOUZ HAS FOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM

♯ Jermajesty Jackson x OFmodelgf!reader series m.list

“Mmhmm,” you push at his head. “Maj.” you whine, brows furrowed as you pout.

He hums against your clit, eyes low and full of lust as he looks up at you. “Yeah mama?” He mumbles as he runs his hands over your thighs, giving you a soft and reassuring squeeze.

You moan, letting out a weak cry as your eyes roll back, his tongue steady abusing your slit. “You eat me so good..” you whimper, eyes watering from just how good you felt.

He grins against your pussy, giving it a few kisses before he’s looking at you again. “Yeah baby?” The tone is his voice teasing and low.

You nod, completely dazed. “Yeah..”

He just shakes his head with a smile before diving back in, eating you out like never before.

“Oh m’god,” you mewl, whining loudly as you try to turn your body away from the overwhelming sensation. Your thighs fight to close, legs shaking as Jermajesty holds them down.

“M’so close pa,” you moan, nails running over his head as you bite your lip. He groans against your clit, tongue fucking you even slower. “Gimme that shit bae.”

“Hnnh. .should eat me like this for a video—“

Jermajesty smacks his lips, your little comment instantly throwing him off causing him to shoot up. “Man watch out.” he mutters as he walks around the bed, shaking his head.

You gasp at the lost feeling glaring up at him as he licks his lips and wipes his mouth. “Whattt!” You whine.

“Just threw me all the way off talking about a fucking video. Better play with your pussy or sum.”

“You really gon stop cause I said that?!” You question as you sit up. But you notice him ignoring you. “Bae!” You shout and throw your hands up.

“Yep.” He answers simply, sliding your leg over as he sits in the bed next to you, turning the tv back on.

You frown, looking over at him. “You really hate the idea of filming with me that bad!? Okay I won’t say nothing, just come back.” You whine, pulling at his arm.

“Mm-nn,” he shakes his head and grabs his snacks off the nightstand before beginning to eat them.

You whine, honestly only mad because he stopped munching on you.

“Okay I won’t mention it again, can you just—“ he covers your mouth with a hand, shushing you as you lean back against the pillows, pouting.

He brings a chip to your mouth and you eat it, nearly biting his fingers off as you glare at him.

“You such a buzzkill,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest and forcing yourself to watch the movie as he places a kiss to your cheek.

kissmyglxck — don’t copy my work, ask to translate, & if you recreate anything pls tag me <3

clark "slow, deep breaths" kent who has to repeatedly remind you of a function you should otherwise have complete, unconscious control over. though when he's got his cock in you like this, that's not so much of a given.

it's as if your brain short circuits when he's inside you, wires detaching in your mind that made the task of breathing something difficult. 

clark's got you caged in at the foot of the bed, arms, legs, all his limbs encompassing you like he didn't want to let you up. you're most malleable under him, body voluntarily limp as you allow him to contort you as he pleases. 

your nails rake his back, streaks of pink following the trails of each erratic hand movement you make. he has no reaction to the marks you draw, nor can you see them being pinned under his weight, though you can only assume them to look like thick red chemtrails.

his cock repeats that same carefully precise drilling motion, that very same motion he's yet to curtail from. it's become almost relentless, the rhythm close to breaking you, rather than the other way around. it turns your body to mush and brain into a tizzy as he fucks you through another orgasm. 

your thighs shudder around the lowers of his hips, an incessant twitching forming like you, yourself, hand no control over it. your stomach trembles with your climax, chest jittering as if to cope with the wild intakes of air you struggle to fully inhale.

your head tips back and you cry out a pathetically lewd string of gasps.

though with you seemingly teetering into something almost soul-engulfing like you are, it doesn't make him stop. he proceeds, cock dragging out and pushing into you just like it was before you let go around his dick — before your cunt fluttered and convulsed around him with your climax a moment ago.

with your throat exposed like it is, he lowers, lips pressing under your chin as he kisses and nibbles at it. he smiles against your chin, act amused by your bodily response to him. 

he doesn't know you. yet. he just knows that you're new to the gym, based on the fact he's never seen you around. simon would've remembered a girl in tight biker shorts and skimpy sports bras, taut workout jackets, and the occasional oversized hoodie. adorned with a cute matching water bottle to whatever you wore that day and headphones.

he's never seen someone so polished for...the gym. a place meant for getting dirty and sweaty after a good workout, but he doesn't mind. not at all.

especially when you're doing leg and glute day. bending over for stretches, squatting with a full rack of weight—or whatever your body can carry. the grimace on your features with a heavy hip thrust. it rushes all his blood down south.

it's barely been a week since you'd joined this gym, and he's already enthralled—and a downright dog.

but he wasn't used to talking—just staring someone down until they noticed, which he did a lot. when he approached you, he didn't know what to say, and you felt the looming presence over your shoulder. well, there he was, staring you down.

lifting off your headphones, you spared him a sweet look, "you need something?" he just pointed to the machine you were using. "oh! i'm almost done, you—"

he threw you a thumbs up and turned away as quickly as possible, leaving you dumbfounded. instead of continuing the exercise he interrupted to approach you, he sat back on the machine and watched you finish your set. adjusting his heavy erection that wasn't hidden by his gym shorts. you felt his eyes but didn't dare look his way.

just as you finished and were about to clean off the seat, he appeared at your side and stopped you. simon was filthy, seeing the sweat marks left on the seat made his cock throb. "'s fine." he grunted, sitting his heavy body right down. your perfume still lingered when he did.

it wasn't even part of his strict workout routine. he was working legs that day, you were doing arms. he didn't care.

numerous other times stuck out. moments you caught him turning his head over his shoulder to stare at your ass when he walked by, picking machines right behind where you squatted, hijacking your machines after a heavy workout, or picking a treadmill right beside yours when all the others were empty.

until he finally worked up the courage to ask to spot you. he knew you didn't need it, but god, it was the only way to get close to you, to touch you.

he was surprised you even agreed, but you saw what he did. perving on you any time you went to the gym at the same time—which was often because he learned your gym schedule.

he was helped you squat, hands unnecessarily on your hips, chest way too close to your back. every so often, a certain squat slotted his hard cock against your ass, and he didn't hide the grunt. adjusted himself shamelessly while he did so.

it's not like you reprimanded him, but you also didn't feed into it—though, by default, not saying no to him was a greenlight in his eyes.

After he’s fucked you senseless and pumped you full of load after load, he doesn’t pull out and leave you dripping. No — he pushes your thighs wide open, stares at the messy creampie leaking from your used hole, and dives in.

He buries his face between your legs and starts licking long, filthy stripes up your pussy, scooping his own thick cum out with his tongue. The wet, obscene sounds fill the room as he sucks and slurps, pushing his tongue deep inside you to get every drop.

“Mmm, fuck… taste so good mixed with your pussy,” he groans against your sensitive folds, the vibration making you twitch. He’s messy about it — cum and your juices coating his chin, lips, and nose as he eats you out with zero shame.

He sucks on your clit while pushing two fingers inside you, fucking his cum back in and out, then licking it all up again. He makes sure to gather a big mouthful of his warm cum before crawling back up your body. He grabs your jaw, tilts your head, and kisses you deep — pushing his own load into your mouth in a filthy, sloppy kiss.

You moan into it as you swap his cum back and forth, tongues sliding together, strings of it dripping down your chins. He groans when you swallow some and feed the rest back into his mouth, both of you tasting like pure sex.

He pulls back with a cum-smeared grin, licking his lips. “Now open your legs again. I’m not done cleaning you up yet.”

❤︎ jaafar drabble where you insist to carry some of your shopping bags but he refuses to let you.

“J!”

“no.”

For the past few minutes you’ve been trying to convince your boyfriend, Jaafar, to let you help him with carrying the shopping bags.

You two had been shopping for the past few hours, you constantly pulling him into store after store. He didn’t mind—of course, he loved seeing his girlfriend spend his money.

However, when you started to notice that the bags were multiplying immensely, you tried to offer to carry some, since all you were carrying was your purse and Jaafar’s card.

But he kept denying you.

“Jaafar! Just let me carry some, there’s so many!”

“Baby, I got it.”

Right as you were about to respond, Jaafar looked up and stopped in place, you following shortly behind his actions.

“Didn’t you need makeup refills? c’mon, let’s go in here.”

“Jaafar—”

But he just walked in, ignoring your request, again. You rolled your eyes, following him in.

For the rest of your shopping escapade, he ignored all your suggestions to let you help him, so you eventually gave up.

After all, even though your boyfriend was stubborn, you couldn’t help but smile as his sweet actions.

a/n: first time posting jaafar oh em gee

it’s time

summary: after going four days past her due date, you finally goes into labor in the middle of the night

contains: established relationship, fluf, jerdad, labor and child birth

notes: more baby fever for yall 😚

you were officially four days past your due date and at first, you weren’t too worried. everyone kept saying first babies came late, and you figured your daughter was just getting comfortable.

that confidence disappeared after your appointment doctor had smiled sympathetically before saying, “you’re still nowhere near dilated.”

ever since then, you had been determined to convince your stubborn baby to make her grand entrance. in evening, Jermajesty walked laps around the neighborhood with you while you balanced on the edge of the curb, arms stretched out for balance. he never let you go too far without holding your hand, terrified you’d trip. by the time you got home, he’d sit on the floor beside your yoga ball, timing you as you bounced and rolled your hips for nearly an hour.

“come on, princess,” he’d mumble to your stomach every night. “daddy’s got your nursery ready and mommy’s tired”

nothing worked…until onight.

1:57 A.M.

a dull ache in your lower back pulled you awake, you slowly sat up, pressing a hand against your stomach as another wave of pressure settled low in your pelvis.

“…Jayda baby don’t play with me right now.”

you carefully swung your legs over the side of the bed and the second your feet touched the floor, a warm gush ran down your legs.

your eyes widened.

you looked down before letting out the biggest sigh of relief you’d had all week.

“thank god…”

you glanced over at your fiancé, Jermajesty who was dead asleep, one arm was thrown over his pillow, mouth slightly open, soft snores filling the room as if the biggest day of his life wasn’t about to begin.

you waddled over to his side of the bed.

“babe.”

nothing.

you gently shook his shoulder.

“Jermajesty.”

he only groaned and buried his face deeper into the pillow. you rolled your eyes.

“Jermajesty.” “hmm…” “my water broke.”

his eyes opened halfway.

“…what?” “my water broke.”

he blinked at you for a few seconds before looking down at the puddle forming beneath your feet. his eyes practically popped out of his head.

“It did?” “yea” “we’re having a baby?” “…that’s usually what happens when your water breaks.” “oh shit.”

he shot out of bed so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and within a few seconds he was sprinting around the bedroom in nothing but his boxers, grabbing your hospital bag, his backpack, phone chargers, the camera he’d insisted on bringing to document every second of the birth, and somehow even one of your decorative throw pillows.

“Babe, shoes-where are your shoes? wait, no-my wallet-where’s my wallet? fid we pack snacks? oh god the car seat!”

you leaned against the doorway, one hand supporting your back while another contraction slowly built.

“…Jermajesty.” you called making him freeze “what?”

“I think we should leave before she decides to come out in our bedroom.” “right…right!”

he hurried toward you before suddenly stopping, squinting suspiciously.

“…are you sure your water broke?” you blankly stared at him, tilting your head “I mean…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “people pee a little at the end of pregnancy, right? maybe you just-”

“Jermajesty.” “…yeah?” “get in that car.” “okay.”

he didn’t argue another word, he grabbed your hand, carefully helped you down the stairs like you were made of glass, and refused to let go the entire walk to the car. every few seconds he glanced over to make sure you were okay, asking if you needed to stop or if you were in pain.

once you were buckled in, he kissed your forehead before jogging around to the driver’s seat.

his hands shook so badly trying to put the key in the ignition that it took him three tries.

“were really about to meet our little girl,” he whispered, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. despite the contractions steadily getting stronger, you couldn’t help but smile too. “yeah…”

the streets were practically empty at two in the morning. Jermajesty kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other stretched across the center console, rubbing circles over your thigh every chance he got.

“you okay?” he asked for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes, you modded, breathing steadily.

“Mhm.” “You sure?” “…Yes.” “You don’t look okay.” “I said I’m..”

the sentence died in your throat due tia sharp, crushing pain wrapped around your stomach and lower back so suddenly it stole every bit of air from your lungs.

“SHIT”

Jermajesty looked over for half a second before his attention snapped back to the road.

“what? what’s wrong?”

another your hit and this one was stronger making Your entire body folded forward as a cry escaped your mouth.

“ah- shit!”

Jermajestys heart dropped to his ass.

“Babe?” “shut up it hurts!” “I know, I know, we’re almost there.” “no!”

another contraction tightened around your stomach so fiercely you couldn’t even sit back against the seat.

“Jermajesty!” you whimpered “I’m driving as fast as I can!” he reassured “I can’t-I can’t sit like this!” tears blurred your vision as you grabbed the dashboard “pull over!” “what?” “pull the fuck over!”

he looked between you and the road “baby, the hospital’s like eight minutes away” “I don’t care!” you cried “please pull over!”

he immediately flicked on his hazards and steered into the nearest empty parking lot before he car had even come to a complete stop, he was out of his seat and running around to your side and swung the passenger door open.

“what’s wrong? are you okay? Is she coming?” “I need… I need to get in the back” “the back?” “I can’t sit like this anymore.”

another contraction ripped through you and you cried out so loudly it echoed through the quiet parking lot.

“please… please, help me.”

his panic disappeared the second he heard you beg.

“I got you.”

he wrapped an arm carefully around your waist, making sure not to rush you as he helped you out of the passenger seat. every tiny movement hurt to the point you could barely straighten your legs.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, trying to stay calm for both of you. “take your time.” “this is all your fault” you snapped

once you reached the back door, he opened it as quickly as he could so you could climb inside, immediately getting onto your hands and knees across the seat. you buried your face into the leather as another contraction peaked.

Jermajesty crouched beside the open door, one hand rubbing your back while the other held yours.

“breath with me.” you squeezed his hand so hard his knuckles turned white.

“shut the fuck up…” “y/n breath with me” “It hurts!” “I know.” “no you don’t!”

“I know I don’t,” he said softly, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from your face. “but I’m right here, okay? you’re not doing this by yourself.”

you let out another cry as the pain slowly began to ease.

Jermajesty reached into the front seat and grabbed the hospital bag before frantically searching through it.

“where is it… where is it…”

“what are you looking for?” you panted furrowing your eyebrows “the contraction time” “It’s… it’s an app.” “…right.”

you would’ve laughed if you weren’t in so much pain Instead, you watched him pull out his phone with trembling hands, nearly dropping it twice before opening the app.

“okay…” he muttered. “tell me when it starts again.”

you looked at him with watery eyes.

“Jermajesty…do me a favor” “hm?” “get in the car.”

he slammed the back door shut, sprinted back to the driver’s seat, and peeled out of the parking lot toward the hospital, praying they’d make it there before their daughter decided she was done waiting.

the second the car rolled under the emergency entrance canopy, Jermajesty was already unbuckling his seatbelt.

“we’re here, we’re here.”

he practically jumped out of the driver’s seat, ran around the car, and opened the back door.

“okay, baby, I got you.”

then another contraction crashed into you before you could even move, you threw your head back with a cry, gripping the headrest so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“aahh god!”

Jermajesty immediately rubbed your back.

“breathe… breathe with me” “don’t tell me to breathe!” you snapped through clenched teeth.

the contraction slowly faded, and you let out a shaky breath.

he carefully helped you out of the car, keeping an arm securely around your waist.

“you okay?” “No.” “…Right.”

he guided you through the sliding hospital doors.

almost immediately, a nurse hurried over with a wheelchair.

“Hi, sweetheart. let’s get you sitting down.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered.

before you could take another step, another contraction hit making your knees nearly buckled. Jermajesty caught you before you could lose your balance.

“she’s definitely not fine.”

the nurse smiled sympathetically.

“let’s get you in the chair.”

you didn’t even argue this time.

the moment you sat down, another wave of pressure built in your stomach. Jermajesty crouched beside you, immediately taking your hand.

“I’m right here.” “I know where you are Jermajesty” “okay.”

the nurse began wheeling you toward Labor and Delivery while asking questions.

“first baby?” the nurse asked “tes,” Jermajesty answered “how far apart are the contractions?” she asked again

“I don’t know exactly. I tried timing them but then she-” “they’re close,” you interrupted through gritted teeth “very close.”

the nurse nodded “we’ll get you upstairs.”

another contraction hit causing you to grab Jermajesty’s hoodie with surprising strength “ow-” “don’t complain!” you hissed “I’m not complaining.” “you literally just complained.” “I said ‘ow.’” “same thing.”

the nurse chuckled under her breath “you’re doing great, Dad.” “I don’t think she agrees.”jermajesty replied “I don’t,” you muttered.

a few minutes later, you were settled into a labor room while nurses moved around connecting monitors and checking your vitals.

Jermajesty hadn’t left your side once, not even for a second.

he held your hand while they placed your IV, adjusted your pillows every five minutes, filled your water cup with fresh ice, and rubbed your lower back whenever another contraction rolled through.

“you need anything?” he asked softly “I need this baby out.”

“we’re working on that” “I wasn’t talking to you.”

one of the other nurses couldn’t hide her smile.

“he seems sweet” “he is.”

Jermajesty’s face lit up. “but he’s also getting on my nerves.” His smile immediately disappeared.

“…oh.”

“you keep asking me if I’m okay every thirty seconds.”

“I just wanted to make sure.” “Jermajesty I’m in labor.” “…so that’s a no?”

you shot him a look and he nodded barely five whole seconds passed

“…do you want some ice chips?” you stared at him. “Jermajesty…”

“what?” “If you ask me one more question…” “sorry I won’t.” “…good.”

another contraction suddenly ripped through you, your entire body tensed as you squeezed his hand so hard he thought it might actually break.

“MY GOD”

“I’m here,” he whispered immediately, standing beside the bed. “look at me.”

you buried your face against his chest, breathing as steadily as you could while he rubbed slow circles across your back.

“I can’t do this anymore…” “Yes, you can.”

“It hurts.” “I know.” “No, you don’t.”

he nodded.

“you’re right… I don’t” he kissed the top of your head “but if I could take every contraction for you, I would.”

you didn’t answer yet Instead, you just leaned into him, letting him hold you through the rest of the contraction.

once it finally eased, you let out a long breath.

“…I’m sorry” “for what?” “I’ve been mean.”

he smiled and brushed a kiss across your forehead.

“you’ve got a tiny human trying to make an exit. I think you’re allowed.”

a knock sounded at the door before your doctor stepped inside, pulling on a pair of gloves.

“well…” she smiled. “let’s see how much progress we’ve made.”

Jermajesty instinctively reached for your hand again, his heart pounding

the room fell into a steady rhythm.

breathe…push…rest…repeat.

hours had passed, though neither of you could’ve said exactly how many and Jermajesty never left your side. he held one of your hands while using the other to wipe the sweat from your forehead with a cool washcloth, whispering words of encouragement every chance he got.

“you’ve got this.”

“i’m so proud of you”

“she’s almost here.”

every time you said you couldn’t do it anymore, he shook his head.

“yes, you can. you’re the strongest person I know.”

your doctor looked up from the end of the bed.

“Okay, Mom, I can see her head. one more really good push.”

you cried out, gripping Jermajesty’s hand with everything you had.

“I can’t!”

“one more,” he pleaded, tears already welling in his eyes. “Please, baby… one more.”

“oh my god Jermajesty’ why is your head so big!?” you yelled and ook one deep breath before pushing with everything left in you.

a split second of silence filled the room.

then…a loud, unmistakable cry echoed through the delivery room…you daughter’s first cry.

“there she is!” one of the nurses beamed. the tiny cries filled the room as the doctor carefully lifted your daughter into the air.

“aw she’s beautiful”

Jermajesty’s mouth fell open “oh…” his eyes never left her, she was tiny, pink covered in little wrinkles and overall perfect.

they doctor laid her on your chest, and she immediately settled against your skin, her tiny cries becoming softer.

the second you looked at her, tears spilled down your cheeks.

“hi, baby…” you whispered, gently stroking the side of her face with one finger. “hi, my sweet girl.”

Jermajesty stood frozen beside the bed.he looked from you…to his daughter…and back again then his lip trembled.

“oh my god…” he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek, then another

within seconds, he was crying openly, covering his mouth with one hand as quiet sobs escaped him.

the nurse smiled warmly. “Dad, do you want to cut the cord?” henodded so quickly he almost laughed through his tears.

“yeah, I do.” the doctor placed the scissors in his shaking hand “right here”

Jermajesty looked at you first and you ave him a tired smile and nodded.

“you got it.”

he took a deep breath, his hands were trembling so badly the nurse gently steadied them.

“whenever you’re ready.”

he carefully closed the scissors around the cord.

Snip.

“there you go,” the doctor said. “you just cut your daughter’s umbilical cord.”

Jermajesty let out a watery laugh “I… I did.” he looked at his daughter again, completely overwhelmed. “I really did.”

the nurse wrapped the little baby in a soft pink blanket before placing her back into your arms.

she blinked sleepily, letting out a tiny yawn before curling one impossibly small hand around your finger.

Jermajesty immediately leaned closer. “oh, look at her little hand…” his finger brushed against hers and to is surprise, her tiny fingers instinctively wrapped around his index finger.

his breath caught. “she grabbed me.” another tear slipped down his face as he laughed quietly. “she grabbed me…”

he leaned down and kissed the top of her tiny head before kissing your forehead just as gently. “thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking. you looked up at him, exhausted but smiling.

“for what?” “for making me a dad.”

he rested his forehead against yours, unable to stop smiling through the tears. the room was still bustling with nurses taking measurements and recording times, but neither of you noticed.

all that mattered was the little girl resting peacefully between her mom and dad.

the little girl Jermajesty had talked to every night. the little girl he’d spent months waiting to meet.

and now…she was finally here.

tags 🏷️ @unseenleylinesecret @vict-oryy @hip-hop-star-4 @blkkbratt @pinkjollyrancher54 @dollthoughtz @commaanders @anglfac @doleuia @missharper33 @siighrns @jermajestysbaby @enzo6ekiiii @nvhdesire @niyahctrl

pairings : Randy Jr, Jaafar, Jermajesty

notes: if you follow me yk this is one of the ideas i’ve had for a hot minute

Randy jr

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ Randy Jr. has never once asked to be called "daddy," nor has he ever referred to himself that way, so hearing it out of your mouth instantly catches him off guard and gets him a little flustered

“oh my god, daddyyy” you moan, gripping his shoulders as he thrusts deep enough to hit the perfect spot.

he instantly bites his bottom lip, a sudden rush of heat hitting his cheeks as he looks away, suddenly shy despite how deep he is inside you

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ he gets hella and i mean HELLA embarrassed when you call i’m daddy around others to be funny and tease him

“come on daddy, I’m ready to go!” you yell out the car window, sticking your head out to rush him.

Randy instantly drops his head, hiding his face in his hands making Jermajesty burst out laughing, while Jaafar scrunges his face up in pure disgust

“I didn’t know y'all got down like that” Jaafar says, shaking his head “we don’t” Randy groans, rubbing his temples. “she’s just trying to be funny”

Jaafar

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ jaafar really isn’t into the whole “daddy” thing so it really catches him off guard and throws him off completely

“fuck, daddy, m’gonna cum” you whine, arching your back

Jaafar freezes entirely, stopping his movements to look down at you with a blank, utterly bewildered expression. “...What did you just call me?”

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ Just like his brother, public teasing is his absolute worst nightmare and he does not know how to handle it ..?

“hi daddy” you say sweetly, planting a quick kiss on Jaafar's cheek before turning on your heel and heading upstairs

The room goes dead silent. Jaafar slowly turns to look at his dad and brothers, offering them a stiff, painfully embarrassed smile. “please ignore that”

Jermajesty

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ Jermajesty doesn’t mind being called daddy unlike his brothers but again he won’t refer to himself as daddy but the second you do he locks right into it.

“daddy please, i can’t take it” you sobbed, bouncing on top of jermajesty

a confident smirk spreads across his face, his hands gripping your hips tighter “nah, don’t start complaining now, take all of daddy’s dick”

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ Jermajesty doesn’t really have a problem or a reaction when you call him daddy in front of others but others are shocked since there used to him being the youngest

“alright, I’m heading out, see you later daddy” you say, leaning down to give Jermajesty a quick peck on the lips before heading toward the front door.

his dad and brothers snap their heads toward him so fast you can practically hear their necks crack. Jermajesty slowly looks up from his phone, completely unbothered, and blinks at them “what?”

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Pairing:Jermajesty x Black!Reader

Content Warnings: Ovulation, moody/petty reader, attentive bf Jermajesty, P-in-V, backshots, sex talk, creampie.

A/N first fic on here! (Lowkey ahh) but I Hope yall like, reblogs and interactions are always appreciated 🫶🏽

The mirror wasn’t playing with you today.

You stood in the bathroom, yanking up the hem of Jermajesty’s oversized hoodie just to glare at yourself. That little rounded swell in your lower belly stared right back.

tight, bloated, and stubborn as hell. It wasn’t a massive change, but it was just enough to throw off your whole silhouette, pushing softly over the waistband of your sweatpants. You poked it with a fresh acrylic nail and immediately regretted it. A deep, radiating ache bloomed low in your pelvis, making your toes curl against the cold tile.

“Ugh, are you fucking serious?” you hissed, sucking your teeth.

You tried smoothing the hoodie back down, but the damage was done. Everything felt heavy. Your skin was too warm, your breasts tender and full against your bra, and that constant dull throb in your gut had you in a mood since you woke up. Ovulation this month was no joke..water retention, mood swings, the whole nine.

The hoodie smelled like him though. Heavy cologne and clean laundry. It was the only thing that didn’t feel like it was scratching your hypersensitive skin raw.

You heard Jermajesty’s steps coming down the hall. He appeared in the doorway a second later, tall and broad in his basketball shorts and a white tank, looking entirely too relaxed for how fucked up you felt.

He clocked your energy right away. “What’s wrong with your face, ma?” His voice was low and calm, the tone he used when he was trying to figure out where your head was at. He stepped closer, that familiar warmth rolling off him.

“Nothing,” you snapped, trying to brush past him.

His big hand caught your hip, thumb pressing into the soft flesh just above your waistband. The touch hit different—comfort and irritation all at once. “Nah, don’t do that. Talk to me. You been in here sulking for like twenty minutes.”

You folded, leaning into his chest with a whine. “I feel disgusting, Jer. I’m bloated as hell. My stomach hurts. Everything hurts. I look crazy.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through you as his hand slid to your lower back, pulling you closer. “You trippin’. You look good. You always look good.”

“I don’t,” you mumbled into his neck. “I feel like a damn balloon.”

“Lemme see.” His tone softened, turning attentive. He tugged the hoodie up slowly.

You half-heartedly tried to stop him, but he caught your wrists gently, pinning them to your chest with one hand while the other spread warm and wide over your bare stomach. The heat of his palm was instant relief, like a heating pad. You sighed, melting a little.

He rubbed slow circles, feeling the tightness. “You real tight right here,” he murmured, voice dropping. His thumb dragged along your skin, pressing just enough. “This what’s been fucking with you?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, eyes half-closed. “It’s making me so moody.”

“I noticed,” he teased lightly, but his hand never stopped. “But you don’t look crazy, baby. You look real good like this.”

He leaned in, voice low against your ear. “Go lay down. I got you.”

You didn’t argue. You climbed onto the big bed and stretched out on your back, staring at the ceiling while the ache in your lower belly kept throbbing. A few minutes later he came back with the bottle of body oil.

He straddled your thighs, heavy and grounding. “Pull the hoodie up.”

You did, exposing the smooth dark skin of your stomach, that soft swell rising and falling with your breaths.

Jermajesty warmed the oil between his palms, then laid his hands on you. The first firm stroke pulled a deep groan out of you. He worked slow and thorough—long drags of his palms, deep circles with his thumbs, pressing the tension out of your sides and lower belly. His forearms flexed as he focused completely on you.

“Fuck… that feels good,” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

“I know,” he muttered, voice low. “I got you.”

The pain started easing, but something else took its place. The weight of him over you, the slide of oiled skin, the scent of him—it had you squirming, getting wetter by the second.

He caught it immediately. His hands stilled on your stomach as he smirked. “Why you squirming like that? Thought your stomach was hurting.”

“It is,” you muttered, cheeks warm. “But… it’s different now.”

“Differently how?” He hooked his fingers into your sweatpants and panties, dragging them down. Cool air hit your wet folds and you shivered. “Shit, ma… you wet as hell.”

You bit your lip, sightly embarrassed, but another thick drop of arousal slipped out anyway.

Jermajesty let out a low sound in his throat, spreading you open with his fingers and stroking your clit slow and heavy. Your back arched hard, your hips twitching involuntarily against the mattress as his thumb found the perfect rhythm.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice thick. “You really need this dick, hm? That’s why you been so damn moody.”

“Jer, please,” you begged, your voice cracking as you tugged at his shoulders. The ache in your stomach was completely gone, replaced by a tight coil of pure heat that was stretching you thin. “It hurts… I need it, please.”

he hooked his other hand under your thigh, pinning your leg back to open you up even wider, his fingers digging in deep in a come here motion. as his thumb applied a sudden, heavy pressure right against your swollen clit. The friction was intense, hitting the exact right spot and sending a violent spasm straight through your pelvis. Your whole body locked up, toes curling so hard they cramped, and before you could even draw in a breath, a hot, heavy gush of fluid suddenly sprayed out from deep inside you, soaking his hands, his wrists, and flooding the sheets beneath you.

“Oh fuck!” you screamed out, your back completely snapping off the bed as you shuddered.

Jermajesty didn't even hesitate. The sight of you completely letting go only made him hungrier. He slid down your body immediately, his large frame grounding you as he buried his face right between your thighs.

He started slurping up the fresh wetness, his tongue working in long, deep strokes over your dripping folds. He tasted every single drop, his mouth warm as he licked you clean, He tasted every single drop his tongue parting your inner lips to find where the fluid was still actively pooling.

“Mmh, look at how much you made for me,” he muttered against your wet skin, his voice deep and vibrating right against your center. “Good girl… you’re so fucking wet for me, ma.”

You shivered violently, a desperate, broken “fuck-!” ripping from your throat. Your head tossed against the pillows while your fingers tangled desperately in his curls, trying to pull him closer and push him away all at once. The sheer sensation of his hot mouth swallowing everything you were giving off had you screaming into the empty bedroom, your hips rolling helplessly against his face.

“Mhm, take it,” his mouth never leaving your pussy as you twitched helplessly against him.“Tastes so fucking good. You’re doing so good for me.”

He stayed down there until he had thoroughly licked you clean, his tongue dragging one last slow, agonizing stroke up your clit that had you letting out a breathless, high-pitched whine.

When he finally pulled back, his lips and jaw were completely glistening. He looked up the length of your body, breathing heavily, the view of you completely undone making his veins pump. “Fuck, ma... you completely soaked,” he muttered,“Fucking ruined the sheets. Good girl.”

He stood up just long enough to drop his shorts. His dick was thick, heavy, and already leaking at the tip. No condom. You both knew what time it was- raw felt right .

He pushed your knees back toward your chest, opening you wide. The broad head of his dick slid up and down your soaked slit, teasing, coating himself in your wetness until he was glistening. He pressed in just the tip, letting you feel the stretch, then pulled back out, repeating it over and over until you were whimpering and trying to lift your hips to take more.

“Jermajesty, stop playing—” you whined, voice breaking.

He finally gave in, sinking in slow and deep in one heavy stroke. You cried out, walls clamping down around every thick inch. He was so big it bordered on too much, stretching you perfectly and pressing right against that sensitive spot deep inside. He stayed buried for a long moment, grinding in slow circles, letting you adjust while his hand rubbed over your bloated stomach.

“Fuck, baby… you gripping me so tight,” he groaned, jaw clenched. He started moving then—long, deep, dragging strokes that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in, making sure you felt every inch. The wet sounds were loud and obscene in the quiet room. Each thrust made your swollen belly jiggle slightly under his palm, and he couldn’t stop watching it.

You were a mess already, moaning and clawing at his arms. He kept the pace steady and deep for a while, leaning down to kiss you sloppy and hot, swallowing your whimpers while he worked you open. Then he picked up speed, hips snapping harder, the slap of skin getting louder as he fucked you with more force. One of his hands stayed on your stomach, possessive, while the other pinched and rolled your sensitive nipple. The overstimulation from your ovulation had you shaking, tears pricking your eyes from how good it felt.

But it still wasn’t enough.

He pulled out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss. “Hands and knees. Turn over.”

You scrambled into position, ass up, that soft heavy swell of your belly hanging beneath you. Jermajesty didn’t waste time. He grabbed your hips with a bruising grip and drove back in with one hard thrust, bottoming out so deep you screamed into the pillow.

The new angle was devastating. He was hitting everything, every thrust slamming against that spot that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. He kept up a steady, intense rhythm—relentless, heavy strokes that made your ass ripple with every impact. The heavy, rhythmic smack of his balls hitting against your swollen clit filled the room with every single deep hit, sending waves of intense heat straight to your core.

“Fuck, listen to how wet you are,” he groaned, one hand sliding around to press on your lower belly again, feeling the way his dick moved inside you. “This pussy swallowing me up. You needed this so bad, didn’t you?”

You could barely answer, just moaning and pushing back to meet his thrusts. He leaned over you, chest to your back, one arm wrapped tight around your waist while the other gripped the back of your neck, holding you right where he wanted you. His strokes got slower but somehow deeper, grinding hard on every inward thrust so you felt him in your stomach.

He kept that punishing rhythm going, switching between fast, deep strokes and those slow, grinding rolls that had you sobbing. Every time you got close he'd slow down just enough to keep you on the edge, drawing it out until you were begging and arousal was dripping down your thighs.

When he finally let you cum, it hit you like a wave. Your whole body locked up, walls pulsing hard around his dick as you came with a broken cry. Jermajesty groaned loud at the feeling, fucking you through it with short, deep strokes.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept going, chasing another one from you. His hand slipped between your legs, rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit while he continued those heavy thrusts. “Give me another one, baby. I know you got it.”

The second orgasm crashed into you even harder, leaving you shaking and clenching around him so tight he cursed under his breath. Only then did he chase his own. His grip on your hips tightened as he sped up again, pounding into you with raw, desperate thrusts.

Three more brutal strokes and he buried himself as deep as he could go, groaning your name as he came. You felt every thick, hot pulse of his dick, rope after rope flooding you until it was leaking out around him and dripping down your thighs.

He stayed buried inside you for a long time after, both of you panting, his hand gently rubbing your belly again like he was soothing the fullness he just put there. He finally pulled out slow, watching the messy creampie leak out of you with a satisfied hum. Then he grabbed tissues and cleaned you up with careful, gentle hands, wiping your thighs and folds before tossing the tissues and pulling you into his arms.

“Look at all that,” he muttered, voice still thick. “Filled you all the way up, ma. You gon’ be lazy the rest of the day.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled into the pillow, no real heat behind it. You felt boneless, the ache in your stomach finally quiet, replaced by that warm, satisfied glow.

He climbed back in bed and pulled you against his chest, tucking you under the duvet. His big hand found your belly again, rubbing slow and soothing circles over the soft swell. You covered his hand with yours, keeping it there.

“You feel better?” he whispered against the back of your neck, pressing a soft kiss there.

“Yeah,” you sighed, already drifting. “I feel better.”

“Good.” His arm tightened around you, “I told you I had you.”

He slips into the bedroom late at night, eyes immediately drawn to you lying on your stomach, fast asleep in nothing but his oversized t-shirt. The hem has ridden up, exposing your bare ass and the soft, glistening lips of your pussy. Just the sight of you like this — warm, relaxed, and completely vulnerable — makes him throb.

He quietly undresses and climbs onto the bed. He spreads your legs gently and leans down, dragging his tongue slowly through your folds. You’re already wet. He groans quietly against your pussy, licking deeper, tasting you while you stay lost in sleep.

When he’s nice and hard, he kneels behind you, lines himself up, and slowly pushes inside. Your pussy stretches around him beautifully, hot and silky even while you’re sleeping. You let out a soft, unconscious moan as he bottoms out, clenching around him.

“Fuck, baby… so greedy even when you’re sleeping,” he whispers filthily, starting to thrust slowly. He fucks you with long, lazy strokes, savoring how wet and warm you feel wrapped around him.

Your body reacts on instinct — pussy fluttering and dripping around him with every thrust. He leans over you, pressing his chest to your back as he starts fucking you a little harder, the wet sounds of his entire ltngth sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filling the quiet room.

He reaches around to rub your clit in slow circles while he pounds into you. You whimper and push back against him in your sleep, making him groan. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps, hips snapping faster. “Taking me so well even when you’re out cold.”

When he finally gets close, he buries himself deep and cums hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He stays inside you for a while, gently grinding through the aftershocks, pushing his load deeper.

Only then does he carefully pull out, clean you up, and cuddle up behind you, kissing your shoulder softly. You always sleep better after he fills you up.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (MINORS DNI) CLARK KENT is a needy head pusher!

he’s a gentle man, sure… but after three years of dating the kryptonian, you knew that when he knew you could take anything he gave you… he began to push it.

and in this face? pushing your pretty head down on his cock!

clark’s glasses fell on the bridge of his nose as your mouth continued to work on his cock over and over again; bopping your head up and down, swirling your tongue on his tip as your tongue licked the underside of him, both hands on his thighs.

everything about you was melting the poor reporter from the inside out, his eyes rolled back as he runs a hand through his black hair in need.

“god— god, fuck baby.” he moans, bringing his other hand down to the back of your head, fingers going through your hair.

you moan around clark’s cock, spit decorating his seven inches as you squeeze his balls in your right hand, your left remaining on his thick thigh. “you like that, huh?” you question him as you retract your head for a moment, spitting on his tip and licking it before sealing around him again and sucking harder. “like me sucking you off? like your big dick in my mouth?”

he nods his head faster, whimpering as you suck down on him, knees digging into the mattress. gritting his teeth as pleasure seeps into his veins, he presses on the back of your head and without thinking, he shoves your head down.

your nose gets pressed against his v-line as you get a good smell of his happy trail; not bad.

“gosh— baby, oh gosh— so’so good, fuck… so good.” he can only repeat the same words as your mouth brings him closer and closer to his impending orgasm— you can also tell by the way he twitches in your mouth.

his hand keeps you down there, making you gag ‘round him as he twists his fingers in your hair, pulling you back and just as quickly, he pushes your head back down, making the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

“suck- sucking me so good, jesus, baby…” he whispers with praise, sweat beading down his face and the glasses falling to the mattress as his messy black hair falls on his face when he looks down at you, his cheeks flushed. your eyes meet his, oh he’s gorgeous like this. “ngh! ah! g-gonna cum… oh fuckkkkkk.”

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request: "husband!michael being a complete fein for wife!reader after getting thick after having kids. it’s so bad that everyone notices and makes jokes about it"

featuring: husband!dad!michael x thick!wife!mom!reader

sypnosis: just read the request, that sums it up lmao

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, reader is thick, a lil suggestive but no actual smut

wc: 824

an: michael would def be absolutely infatuated with how the body changes after pregnancy

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summary: you just can’t handle how good your husband looks before court so you give him a good luck charm.

contains: smut, p in v, cowgirl, dirty talk (duh), car sex

A/N: I’m getting to those requests promise guys! And I’m getting to that Jermajesty fic for the 200 followers, enjoy ;)

“Can you give us like 30 mins please? Alone” you asked the chauffeur. He nodded, existing the car, leaving you and Michael alone.

Michael looked at you, "Whatcha planning baby?" he asks a smirk tugging at his lip. He already knew what you were planning.

He knew since he saw your eyes fill with nothing but lust when he showed his outfit. Michael's court fits have been feeding you more than ever.

And he was loving every reaction he got from you. "Mmm want you mike.." you whispered in his ear as your manicured nails traced his jawline.

His smirk being put on full display now, you bring your right leg over his lap. Turning your body to face towards him, your back leaning against the car door.

Michael catches a glimpse of your white laced panties, wet patch right in the center, clear enough for him to notice your sweet spot.

"You see how much I want you baby? Just real quick yea?" you say out teasingly, biting your the tip of your pointer finger.

Michael bites his bottom lip, watching your right foot hover over his manhood, as it grows a tight tent in his pants.

"C'mere mama" he says grabbing your foot dragging you on top of his lap. You settled on top of his lap, finding yourself already grinding on top of his dick.

"Mama I still have things to do, can't mark me today" he says sliding your panties to the side.

He rubs his middle and index finger up and down your slit, feeling how wet for you.

"Mmm so wet for you Mikey" you moan out leaning back slightly letting him see the wetness he's caused.

He hums at the beautiful sight. "I can see that angel. Let take care of you baby" he says slipping down his zipper of his trousers.

You nearly drool at the sight. You don't know if you were ovulating but once he freed himself you immediately felt heat in your core.

Michael helped you slide down his girth. "Ohhh mmm mikee.." you moan out watching his expression.

His face filled with nothing but pleasure, his bottom lip hidden underneath his teeth, grinning, "my pretty baby loves when I fill her up huh?" he asks brushing your hair behind your ear.

You nod instinctively, you bring a hand to the middle of his chest. You roll your ass up and down slowly then speeding up your pace.

Moaning loudly like you two are at home, Michael bringing his lips to yours covering your moans. "Come on mama, gotta be quiet for me" he says in-between kisses.

"nghh—can't baby, filling me up so deep" you moan out, your head leaning backwards looking upwards to the roof of the car.

Michael feels you clench, causing him to thrust up in you. "Oh Mike! I'm ther-there" you whimper out. "I hear you angel, show me whose dick this is" he says out.

His words pulling you to the edge, "Oh baby" the last thing you say before your release washes over you.

You look over at the watch, 26 mins has passed, leaving you two four mins to make sure you look presentable for the press.

4 mins later you two exit out the car, hand in hand. Cameras flashing already, you feeling your panties already sticking to your core more than before.

Michael notices in the way you walk with your legs together. Entering with nothing but a straight smirk on his face.