© CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND ♥︎ JERMAJESTY ⠀ X ⠀ FEM ! READER 𖥔 ݁ ˚⊹ warnings ꕮ making out, humping, kissing, p in v, raw (don’t be silly wrap dat nilly !) dirty talk, praise, a lil teasing, choking ֵ ྀ ۫ ׅ
▸ ⋆˙⟡♡ A/N when writing this i was thinking of a black reader, but race isn’t specified—so anyone can read it. also, this was supposed to be manipulative!jermajesty but i got lazy and couldn’t think of ideas LMFAO… so this is what i could get my brain to muster up. this was actually for my friend who wanted manipulative!jermajesty @morutefawns AJSJSJS im sorry ho
jermajesty is a name that’s been woven into your life for as long as you can remember, a name that feels as familiar as your own. you knew him before either of you could properly walk, before either of you could form complete sentences. your mothers liked to joke that you met in diapers and simply never left each other’s side afterward.
you grew up together in every sense of the phrase.
you watched him scrape his knees on the pavement after attempting some ridiculous stunt on his bike. you sat beside him in classrooms, shared lunches, celebrated birthdays, and spent countless summers running through sprinklers until your fingers wrinkled.
you watched him stumble through puberty, too.
watched his voice crack at the most unfortunate moments imaginable.
watched his face break out with acne that had him staring miserably into bathroom mirrors for months.
watched him complain endlessly about his hair, his height, his jawline—things that seemed to bother him far more than they bothered anyone else.
and then, somehow, he grew into himself.
the awkward limbs evened out. his shoulders broadened. his features sharpened.
one day you looked at him and realized the gangly boy you’d spent your entire childhood tormenting had somehow become unfairly attractive.
it annoyed you more than you’d ever admit aloud.
and jermajesty had watched you grow up, too.
every bad haircut, every embarrassing fashion choice, every crush, every tearful breakdown over something that seemed like the end of the world at sixteen.
he knew all the versions of you.
the version that cried during movies but swore she wasn’t crying.
the two of you were practically family—there were framed photographs sitting on shelves in both of your homes. pictures from birthday parties, school dances, vacations, random afternoons neither of you could even remember anymore.
there was one your mother particularly loved keeping on display.
you and jermajesty together, you missing your front teeth, and jermajesty with his signature adorable gap out while you both stand side by side in matching halloween costumes.
jermajesty hated that picture.
which only made your mother display it more proudly. “look how cute you two were,” she’d say every single time guests came over.
“please stop showing people that.”
that was the thing about jermajesty.
for most of your life, he was easy.
easy to understand,easy to predict, easy to love. of course.
until somewhere along the way, things got… strange.
not all at once. but who knew eventually you guys would become fuck buddies?
you definitely didn’t. but it didn’t matter when it was moments like these when he drilled his cock into—thick and heavy. you were laying on your back as he pushed in slowly.
“fuck mama.. so tight f’me.” he mumbled underneath his breath—his pace quickening quickly as he started to thrust in and out of you. your walls fluttering open for him and your slick quickly coating his shaft.
jermajesty was big to say the least, when he first took it out—it was heavy. 9.2 inches with girth you never even could of imagined.
the burning sensation you felt at first rapidly turned into pleasure as the repetition of his hips kept going. your head throwing back against the soft frilly pillow and your pretty dark curls scattering across it.
“fuck pa—!” you moaned out, chilling air grazing your perky brown nipples as they bounced with the rhythm of his pace, your pretty tits making a scene only he could watch.
“i know baby, i know.” he said between a grunt, his hand coming to your face grabbing it firmly so he could position your sweet fucked out face to where he wanted it to be.
he held your face in his big soft calloused hands as he watched your expressions contort, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you clenched and unclenched around him. it was a pretty scene—like it was straight of of a porno scene. he would keep you here for hours like this if he could.
“that feel good mama?—mm shit takin it so deep,” he growled, he let out a strangled moan himself when he started feeling your hips suddenly starting to chase his. fortunately for you, you boosted his ego. and pace. “you want this dick that bad mama—huh?” he said with a chuckle, pulling all the way out pulling a whine from you, your mouth hung open to protest—but only before he shoves it back in fully to the hilt filling you up.
you let out a loud whine as you felt your walls be invaded so harshly. he was splitting you open so nicely, wet creamy lewd noises filled the hair as your hips kept bumping into each others.
“so pretty baby,” jermajesty panted out—“look so pretty under me like this, hm? the boy you known since you was a little girl fuckin your brains out,” he clicked his tongue and shook his head, looking far too entertained by your sudden inability to speak. his eyes glossy and filled with lust.
“i remember when you used to make fun of me when we were younger—saying i’d never get a girlfriend. but now you drunk for my dick huh? ‘gon eat this pretty pussy after this mama.”
his gaze lingered on your face for a moment longer than necessary, eyes falling onto your lips where a deep pout was and a whine was dragged out of your throat at this words. already thinking about how his mouth was gonna be suckled onto your puffy hole for another hour.
he noticed the pretty pout and the whine that was drawled out of your throat, teasing hung smirk gracing his lips. “yeah? you wan’ me to eat this pretty pussy mama? i know you do.” he questioned at first but ended his sentence with absolutely certainty, you felt one of his big hands slowly catching your throat and airway in his grasp as you felt his other—push two long slender fingers inside you.
“fuck jer—!” you cried, your eyes getting wet as you shook your head with the last bit of strength you’ve mustered up. “i-it’s too—“ the bastard actually had the nerve to laugh, watching you struggle to tell him it was too much—clearly boosting his ego as his other hand tightened against your throat.
.“it’s too much jer!” you finally got out, breath catching in your throat as you started to squirm harder then before, your pussy quickly getting overstimulated and desperately sucking in and out. your throat getting dry at his tight grip resting on your throat.
“nah, you ‘gon take this shit. i don’t care.” a low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he somehow managed to quicken his pace—making you meek and writhe underneath him.
he leaned down and kissed that pretty pout of yours, all of it was too much truly. but you melted into his kiss regardless as you cried into his mouth as he brought you over the edge.
but like jermajesty said, you were definitely gonna take that shit. so to your very little surprise—he finished inside of you and pulled out with a groan.
“there goes my sweet girl.. i ‘ain forget about you” he mumbled, his voice now hoarse as you didn’t even notice he pried your weak numb legs open—and was now talking to your sore puffy cunt. but you definitely noticed now when his thick thumb slipped inside of you and pressed on your clit. ♡
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