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୧੭ JERMAJESTY JACKSON X READER TEXTS ִֶָ🪽་༘

warnings: possessive!jermajesty jealous!jermajesty sweet!jermajesty implied smut / somewhat smut cussing fingering

part 1: here

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sitting awkwardly in your uncomfortable dressing with your back against the booth while you attempted to cool yourself off with your mini portable fan though it did little to help. unfortunately, all that was being blown your way was the humid and stuffy club air. of course your friends were still there with you, but all too drunk to even think about driving. they'd already called their significant others. but here you were, waiting on yours.

it'd been 20 minutes since maj said he was on the way to pick you up. at this point, you were praying for him to text you, letting you know he was outside. like clock work, your phone buzzed in your lap. almost breaking your neck to check the notification.

maj: do I need to come in and get you?

𑣲 : no i'm coming outside rn.

you quickly gathered your purse and waved goodbye to your girls before shoving your way to the entrance. stepping out, you breathed in the fresh air and walked down the side walk and into the dark parking lot until you saw jermajesty stand by the passenger side door.

"move, maj. my feet hurt." you muttered. he laughed softly and opened the door for you, closing it after making sure you were comfortable and walking back to the driver side. you paid him no mind as you roughly removed your heels from your pedicured feet. tossing them onto the backseat floor along with your purse.

you pulled your seatbelt over your chest, clicking it in place. sighing—closing your eyes and pressing your back into the seat and letting your shoulders drop in comfort. upon opening your eyes and turning your head, Jermajesty was already staring at you with a comical look on his face.

“what?” you asked, fighting your own smile. “can you turn the ac on? and can we go to the gas station?”

he reached forward and turned the ac on, per your request. he then pointed to the cup holder which held a full water bottle as he settled back into his seat, “drink that, and get the ibuprofen from the glove compartment.”

you drank half the bottle before taking the pills, finishing the rest afterwards. you sunk back into your seat and looked over at jermajesty, reaching over to touch his face. he leaned over in his seat and wordlessly placed kisses all over your face—your forehead, cheeks, the tip of your nose, then finally your lips. his hand traveled to your thighs, rubbing them over, snd over with his soft, warm and large hands.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his hand stayed grazing over your thighs, thumb rubbing gentle circles over the fabric of your almost-too-short dress. the cool air from the acvents was finally starting to help, but the heat low in your belly had yet to cool.

you let out a shaky breath as his fingers traced the inside of your thigh. the parking lot was dimly lit, mostly empty this late, and the tinted windows gave you just enough privacy. he kissed you again, deeper this time, while his hand continued its slow journey.

“maj…” you whispered against his mouth, but it wasn’t a protest.

he hummed, his fingers brushing over your panties. “use your words. you want me to stop? then u gotta tell me, baby.”

you didn’t. instead you parted your legs a little more, hips shifting toward his touch. he took the invitation, pushing your panties to the side. two thick digits slid along your folds, teasing, spreading the slickness that had already gathered there. when he circled your clit you gasped, gripping his wrist.

he pressed one finger inside you slowly, then added a second, curling them just right. the wet sound was quiet in the closed space, but it was music to maj’s ears. you moaned softly, head falling back against the headrest as he started a steady rhythm, pumping in and out while his thumb rubbed your clit. his other hand grasped onto the back of your neck, holding you close while he kissed and sucked at your throat.

your dress was bunched up around your hips now. the cool air from the ac hit your exposed skin, making you shiver while his fingers worked you open. every curl and thrust made your thighs tremble. he kept up with the perfect pace, because he knew exactly what your body needed after a long night.

you came with a broken whimper, your hips jerking against his hand, and soaking his fingers. he kept stroking you through it, gentling his movements until you were panting and limp against the seat. he finally slipped his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to taste you while his eyes stayed locked on yours. then he leaned over and kissed you slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

after cleaning you up to his best ability in the confined space, he made sure you were situated before putting the car in drive and asking, "you still wanna go to the gas station?"