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.
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thinking about how jermajesty reacted when he made you squirt for the first time.
tw: smut (18+), jermajesty being a munch, oral (f! receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation.
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Hotboxing in Jermajesty’s car was nothing new, it was a regular occurrence—just like how it’s a regular occurrence of Jermajesty having you in the backseat being borderline cock-drunk. But on this particular night, you were drunk off his fingers.
Your leggings and panties were discarded somewhere in the front, you were in the backseat, back laid on the cool leather seats—your legs pushed to your shoulders as Jermajesty lapped at your sopping wet pussy like he was a madman. The car was filled with wet squelches, your unrecognizable babbles, and Jermajesty’s muffled groans.
By now, your chest is heaving like you ran a marathon—your body coated in a film of sweat, your legs shaking uncontrollably, and your eyes constantly rolling back.
“Maj—fuckk, slow down. Please.” Your words jumbled together, right hand trying to push his head away. Jermajesty finally lifted his head from between your legs—lips and the tip of his nose drenched from your slick. “Come on mama, you can take it.” He licked his lips as he dove back in to eat your pussy. He lapped his tongue around your clit. The sensation sent tingles up your spine, feeling your slick drip down, creating a small puddle on the seats.
A loud squeal sounded off in the car as his two fingers slid deeply inside you, curling them at the perfect angle. “Maj, oh my goshhhh.” You babbled out as a euphoric sensation trickled through your body. Jermajesty moves his fingers at a steady pace as he picks up the pace with his tongue, lapping and licking at your pussy as if this is his last time living.
You could feel Jermajesty moving—you forced your eyes to look down, just for you to see his hips absentmindedly rutted into the seats—the thought of him cumming just off of giving you head made a slight whimper slip through your lips.
Jermajesty hollowed his cheeks as he sucked at your clit harshly and angled his fingers deeper into you—his unexpected movement sent a rush of heat through you as your orgasm rushed through you, causing your legs to fall on his shoulders, leaving your toes curled tight. Your mouth slacked open as a silent moan fell.
You expected him to ease up for you to recover—but you were so wrong; Jermajesty didn’t even slow down his speed, in fact, it felt like he increased his speed just a tad, sending your body into a frenzy.
A loud yelp ripped through your throat as the pleasure became too much to bear. “Baby, please—slow down, it’s too much.” Your words slurred together, as your legs trembled harshly. Jermajesty dug his face deeper in your pussy, he was completely pussy drunk—small whimpers fell out of his mouth like a waterfall, his eyes rolling back at your taste, and the lower half of his face, along with his arm, was drenched in your juices.
The pressure within you kept growling stronger—heavier, becoming harder to control. Your walls clench around his fingers, slick pouring out constantly. You can barely breathe, as you can only let out short, staccato gasps. “Baby—fuckkk, I think—“ Your words got cut short as Jermajesty’s fingers pounded at that spot inside you.
That pressure within your stomach finally snapped, you let out a scream that filled the car, and the area around you—your body locked up, eyes harshly rolling back as a harsh gush flooded out of you, drenching Jermajesty. His eyes rolled completely back at you drenching him—he kept lapping at you as you came down from your high, never missing a single drop.
When you came to, your body shivering violently, your bottom half soaked with your slick—you could hardly catch your breath. But you were able to reach your hand into Jermajesty’s damp curls, pulling him up—his cheeks flushed with slight embarrassment. “Are you alright baby?” You breathlessly asked. He paused for a moment; “I came in my pants, baby.” He said shyly. “Aww, it’s okay, maj.” You cooed at him.
Silence filled the car for all of ten seconds before Jermajesty’s voice cut through.
“You squirting on me like that was sexy—when we get to the house, you gone do that shit on my dick.”
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synopsis: growing up used to keeping up a flawless public image. but, behind closed doors, whenever opportunity arrives, you always find yourself under your coworker. when your boyfriend goes on a business trip, your affair with Jaafar reveals itself again.
warnings: 18+, infidelity plot (both reader and jaafar are in relationships), rough sex, fingering, oral (m & f), multiple orgasms, ball play (if u squint), p n v, mentions of squirting, unprotected (wrap it up pls), spanking, dom!jaafar, sub!reader, mentions of bruises/biting/marks, size difference, little after care (sorry🙁), heavy use of pet names (baby, love, good girl, princess, pretty), no use of y/n, freaky freak freaks
wc: 3.7k
A/N: I wrote this one immediately after the jermajesty fic, im just hungry asf😵💫
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the marble beneath your bare feet is cool against your skin, a welcome break from the thick summer heat pressing against the city outside your floor to ceiling windows. it’s well past midnight. the apartment is quiet, the only light coming from the skyline beyond the glass and the glow of your phone resting on the coffee table. a text lights up the screen.
from your new boyfriend. he’s three time zones away on a business trip, but somehow still making time to check in before bed. “goodnight love you.❤️”
you take a slow sip from your wine glass, thumbs hovering as you begin to type, when an incoming phone call appears on the top of your screen.
Jaafar Jackson.
you always know how this starts and how it ends. you press the red button to decline before returning to the text message from your boyfriend.
you tap out a quick, hollow “goodnight🙂, love you too,” and hit send, letting the screen go dark a second later.
you place your phone back on the coffee table with a quiet clink, your hand staying there for a moment. your fingers trace the cool glass as your eyes remain fixed on the screen.
five seconds. ten.
the silence of your apartment feels almost mocking. you take your last sip of wine, the liquid doing nothing to soothe the unease in your stomach. you know he’s not gonna stop at one call, he never does.
the phone lights up again, cutting through the dark hue of the living room.
Jaafar Jackson.
each ring feels heavier than the last, the sound echoing through the apartment until it’s impossible to ignore. your heart stutters, a painful jump in your chest.
you stare at the name, you think about the gala last week. the way his eyes never left you even with his girlfriend conversing next to him. how his hand lingered on your back for just a second longer after helping you out the car.
the way his mouth unraveled you, taking his time with your body the very second the doors to your public lives were closed for the night.
your phone vibrates again for the third time. one, two, then a text.
why are you ignoring me?
the audacity of it pulls a shaky, breathless laugh from your throat. you’re the one who does everything right, the one who keeps the family image pristine. but looking at that screen, the image feels like a costume you’re desperate to peel off.
you don’t reach for the phone. Instead, you turn toward the sound of the elevator chime echoing faintly from the foyer. a private, floor access ping that shouldn’t be happening at 2:00 AM.
your breath hitches. you haven’t even moved, but you know the elevator doors are sliding open. you know he’s here. you walk toward the foyer, the floor of your penthouse apartment cold beneath your bare feet, your silk robe flowing behind you like a shadow.
you don't have to look through the peephole to know who is standing on the other side. you reach for the handle, your knuckles turning white around it as guilt and adrenaline fight for control of your next move. you click the locks open. the door swings wide, and there he is—Jaafar, looking exactly as he did in your thoughts, his dark jacket rumpled, his eyes dark and hungry.
“Jaafar,” your eyes drag up and down his tall frame. “why are you here?”
"You didn't answer," he says, his voice low, rough that vibrates right through you.
He doesn't wait for an invitation–he just steps inside, closing the door behind him and locking it with a sharp, final click. "Stop pretending you don't want this."
his hands meet both sides of your face, forcing you to look at him. you remove his hands from your face. “no, no, we said we were done with this,” you whined.
your voice trembling as you stepped back, trying to put space between your body and his overwhelming presence.
Jaafar didn’t move. he stood right where he was, his hands dropping to his sides, but his dark eyes never left yours. “we did say that,” Jaafar murmured, his voice incredibly calm, yet entirely laced with a quiet type of certainty.
he took a single step forward, easily cutting the distance you had just tried to make. “we said it last month, too. and the month before that. But here we are.”
“J, please,” you whispered, your hands pressing against his chest to stop his advance.
through the thin material of his shirt, you could feel the frantic, heavy thud of his heartbeat, matching the uneven rhythm in your own chest.
“my boyfriend... he just–he’s coming back in two days. and your girl, Jaafar. she’s going to start wondering where you are.” at the mention of your partners, his jaw clenched, a flash of pure possessiveness darkened his eyes.
he didn’t back down. instead, his long fingers wrapped around your wrists, gently but firmly pulling your hands away from his chest, only to pin them flat against the cool wall behind you.
“I swear on everything I love,” he leans down to whisper in your ear. “I’m not leaving you alone. ever.”
he leaned in closer, his warmth completely erasing the chill of the marble floors beneath your bare feet.
the scent of outside and his expensive cologne filled your senses, making your head spin. “let them wonder,” he whispered, his breath hot against your lips. “I tried to stay away.”
“fuck, I tried. But watching you sit next to him at that gala, watching him touch you like you belong to him when I know exactly how you taste... it’s driving me insane.” A soft, defeated gasp escaped you.
you wanted to keep the ‘princess’ demeanor your family raised you to have. you wanted to do everything right, to keep the pristine name on the company clean.
but the moment Jaafar tilted his head, his gaze dropping to the loose silk of your robe where it had parted slightly at your collarbone, your body tension completely dissolved.
“We’re terrible,” you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your jawline.
“I know baby,” he muttered against your skin, his hands sliding down from your wrists to grip your waist, his touch heavy and demanding. “but you don't want anyone else. say it to me.”
he pressed his body fully against yours, the contrast of his leather jacket against your soft silk robe making you shiver. he trailed a path of slow, agonizing hot kisses down the column of your neck, finding the exact spot that made your toes curl against the cold floor.
“say it,” he whispered again, his voice a commanding growl that vibrated straight through your core.
“I don’t,” you confessed, your fingers finally tangling into his dark hair, pulling him closer as the last shred of your guilt was swallowed by the dark.
“I don’t want anyone else.”
Jaafar didn't waste another second. his mouth crashed onto yours, hungry, capturing your lips with a desperate intensity that told you exactly how much he had been starving for you.
a quiet whine caught in your throat, but he swallowed it right down, his hands sliding beneath the silk of your robe to press his warm palms flat against your plump ass, lifting you effortlessly as the rest of the world completely faded away.
he lifted you so easily it made your head spin, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist to keep your balance.
the silk of your robe bunched up around your hips, leaving nothing but the heat of his bare palms pressing into your skin. you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his chest.
Jaafar didn't move toward the bedroom immediately. he didn't have the patience for it, and neither did you. instead, he carried you the few steps back toward the wide expanse of the living room, backing you up until the edge of the large kitchen island hit the back of your thighs.
he set you down on the cool dark colored quartz countertop, the sudden chill of the stone making you gasp against his mouth.
he pulled back just an inch, his breathing heavy, his eyes scanning your face in the dim light of the city skyline. his hands slid up from your thighs, tracing the curves of your waist before slowly parting your silk robe.
he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, letting it pool around your elbows, exposing you completely to his gaze.
"beautiful," he muttered, his voice lower than you’d ever heard it. "so damn beautiful."
"Jaafar, the blinds," you whispered breathlessly, your eyes darting toward the massive floor to ceiling windows.
the entire city was laid out before you, a million glowing lights, and even though you were stories above the world, the vulnerability of the open glass made your skin crawl.
"nobody can see you," he murmured, his thumbs wiping the faint smear of your lipgloss from the corner of his mouth before trailing down to your chin. "only me pretty.”
he stepped closer, fitting himself perfectly between your thighs. the heavy fabric of his jacket brushed against your bare skin.
he reached down, unbuttoning his coat with impatient fingers and tossing it onto the floor behind him, followed quickly by his shirt, until he was just as bare as you were.
when his chest pressed against yours, the heat was immediate. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back down to you. the kiss this time wasn't just desperate, it was necessary.
his tongue tangled with yours, deep and demanding, claiming you in a way your boyfriend never could.
his hand slid down your stomach, his long fingers tracing lower, past the dip of your hip until he found the center of your heat. you whimpered into his mouth. his fingers slow and deliberate, breaking down the very last of your defense.
he knew exactly what you liked, exactly how to make you forget your own name, your relationship, and the image you wore during the day.
"look at me," Jaafar whispered, pulling his mouth away, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
you opened your eyes, your vision slightly blurred, locking onto his dark, intense gaze.
his hand never stopped moving, driving you closer and closer to the edge. suddenly he stops, “get on your knees.” with that he carries you off the counter and you obey his orders.
the cool marble floor met your knees, a shock to your system that did absolutely nothing to fuel the fire burning through your veins.
your silk robe pooled around you, completely discarded as you looked up at him. Jaafar stood over you, towering in the dim, amber glow of the city skyline. his chest was heaving, abs flexed, his gaze dark and entirely consuming as he watched you look up at him from the floor.
"princess" of the company, the golden girl, boss to everyone around her, was completely unraveled at his feet. just for him.
"Good girl," he rasped, the low vibration of his voice sending a violent shiver straight down your spine.
his long fingers tangled into your hair, with a firm, possessive grip that tilted your head back, forcing you to keep your eyes locked onto his. he unbuttoned his jeans with a slow, calculation, the metallic click of his belt hitting the ground, echoing like a sin in the quiet penthouse.
when he freed himself, your breath hitched, the reality of what you were doing crashing over you all over again.
but there was no turning back. especially when he was looking at you like this.
"take it, love," he commanded softly, his voice dropping into a whisper. "show me how much you missed me."
you didn't hesitate. you leaned forward, your hands gripping his toned thighs for balance as your lips parted.
the moment your mouth slid over his length, a deep groan tore from the back of Jaafar's throat.
his fingers tightened in your hair, his hips giving a subtle, involuntary push forward as he let his eyes flutter shut for a fraction of a second.
you worked your mouth down his length, your tongue swirling over the tip, learning the shape of him all over again. every stroke of your tongue had him breathing heavier, his grip in your hair turning rougher as he began to guide your pace.
"fuck," he growled, his hips starting to roll in a slow, demanding rhythm against your lips. "you're perfect. so damn perfect." you moan as you graze your tongue over his slit.
he pushed deeper, testing the limits of your throat, making a choked whine catch in your chest. the sound only seemed to drive him crazier. he began to pace himself against you, his breathing turning into harsh gasps that filled the empty kitchen.
you looked up through your lashes, seeing the pleasure etched into his sharp jawline, his veins projecting against his neck as he fought to keep his control.
you paused for a fraction of a second, drawing in a shaky breath against his heat before your tongue began tracing tight circles around his tip, all while your hands slid down to firmly stroke the rest of his shaft.
you then lower your tongue down his length to wrap your mouth around his balls, pulling a deep, ragged moan from his chest.
you were sure he was done for. but Jaafar was never one to let you do all the work. tonight, he wanted to feel every single bit of you.
suddenly, his hands moved your head back. then, he effortlessly moved your body back up off the floor.
your knees scraped slightly against the marble, but before you could even register the movement, he turned you around, pressing your stomach flat against the cool kitchen island.
the transition was so fast it made your head spin. your hands scrambled for something to hold on the smooth stone, your back arching automatically as Jaafar stepped up directly behind you, his heat pressing against your bare backside.
"J—" you gasped, the word cut short as he gripped your hip with one hand, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough that you knew it would leave a mark.
a mark your boyfriend wouldn't see for two days, but one that belonged entirely to the man standing behind you right now. he reached down, his fingers sliding between your thighs to find you completely slick and ruined for him.
he teased the sensitive bundle of nerves for just a second, pulling a loud, breathless sob from your lips. you're so wet for me, pretty," he whispered against your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe, making your whole body tremble.
"look at the windows. look at the city while you take all of me." your eyes flew open, staring out at the glass windows. the city lights blurred into a haze of gold and white.
you felt the head of his length press against your entrance, and before you could even catch a breath, Jaafar drove his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one deep, relentless stroke.
a loud, shattered cry broke from your lips, echoing off the high ceilings of the penthouse. it was too much, too deep, filling you so completely that your fingers clawed at the edge of the countertop.
"oh, g-god... J, please," you whimpered, your head dropping onto your arms.
"I got you," he growled, his pace instantly picking up. he didn't even give you time to adjust. he locked his hand onto your hip, using it as leverage as he began to drive into you with a punishing rhythm.
slap. the raw friction filled sound of his skin hitting yours filled the room, competing with the desperate sound of your joint breathing. every time he slammed into you, your body shifted forward against the quartz, the cold stone against your front half and the liquid fire spreading through your lower half.
he was relentless, his chest pressing into your back with every stroke, his sweat dripping onto your bare shoulders. his hand meets your ass in a harsh strike.
“Jaafarrr,” you dragged out his name in a desperate sob. you wrapped one arm back, your fingers desperately finding his thigh, trying to anchor yourself as the pleasure began to build into something unfamiliar.
Jaafar felt the tight, rhythmic flexing of your walls around him, and it broke whatever restraint he had left. His growls turned feral, his movements losing all their smooth cadence, turning rough and frantic.
"look at me," he demanded, his voice a strained and broken rasp. “he fuck you like this?”
you could barely force your head up, attempting to twist your neck to look back at him. his face was a mask of pure, unadulterated lust, his eyes locked onto yours as he delivered three hard, deep thrusts that had you screaming into the empty apartment.
“baby ohmygoodness,” you moan. "you're mine," he choked out, his fingers bruising your hip as your joining escalated to that breaking point. "tell me... tell me you're mine."
"i'm yours! Jaafar, i'm yours!" you cried as a heavy rush of wetness spilled between your thighs, your vision completely blurring into stars as your body clamped down around him, the climax crashing over you in violent waves.
“shit!” Jaafar shouted, feeling the sudden trickle on his skin. hearing your undone cries was the final trigger. with a loud, roar against your neck, Jaafar buried himself as deep as he could go, his entire frame shuddering violently as he released himself inside you.
he held you tightly against the counter, his chest heaving against your back, pinning you down until the very last drop of his cum filled you up. the only sound was the heavy, synchronized gasps of air filtering through your lungs.
slowly, Jaafar pulled out, a soft gasp escaping you at the sudden loss of his warmth. your legs felt like absolute water, buckling the moment he let go of your waist.
he caught you before you could fall, gently turning you around and leaning you back against the island. he drops down onto his knees, lifting your left leg on his shoulder.
without warning, he licks a strip up your inner thigh, the sudden heat of his tongue making your entire body jerk.
you let out a sharp gasp, your fingers instantly clawing into his dark hair for balance as he held your leg securely over his broad shoulder. Jaafar didn't give you a single second to recover. He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning against your skin before his mouth pressed directly against the center of your ache, his tongue invoking a deep, wet stroke that had your hips tilting helplessly into his face.
"Jaaf—Jaafar I can’t," you whimpered, your head tossing back as your vision already began to blur.
he didn't answer, entirely focused on unraveling you. his long fingers dug into the flesh of your left thigh, holding you open and steady as his mouth completely worshipped you, his tongue moving with a relentless rhythm that drove you straight to the edge. again.
every flick of his tongue was intentional, tracing over your sensitive skin and lapping up the slick wetness that was pooling for him. you tried to swallow your moans. a string of high pitched whimpers broke from your lips, your thighs trembling violently against his chest.
"J, stop... plea–" you begged, your knuckles turning white as you yanked at his hair, trying to pull him away before you completely lost it.
instead of stopping, Jaafar let out a muffled growl against your skin, his hands gripping your hips even tighter to lock you in place.
he increased the pace, his tongue flattening out to deliver those deep and heavy strokes right where you needed it most, while his thumb found your hip bone, pressing down hard.
a coiled spring in your chest that suddenly snapped.
you cried out as a heavy rush of wetness spilled between your thighs, for the second time. your leg shook on his shoulder, your entire frame locked in the paralyzing aftershocks of the release.
Jaafar didn't miss a beat. he drank down every drop of your release, his tongue lingering to clean you up with a smug, heavy satisfaction before he finally let your leg slide down from his shoulder.
you collapsed back against the dark quartz of the kitchen island, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your chest heaving. your body felt completely spent and overly sensitive.
he didn't say a word as he reached down, picking up your discarded silk robe from the floor. he shook it out, draping it over your trembling shoulders and pulling the straps closed over your flushed, marked skin.
without a word, he turned, gathering his shirt and leather jacket from the floor. He slipped them on, completely transforming back into the untouchable public figure the world knew, leaving no trace of the beast he had been just moments ago.
his fingers lingered on your collarbone, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. he picks you up bridal style, bringing you to your bedroom. he gently places you on your king size bed, he looked down at you, his dark eyes still intense, but the chaotic hunger was quickly replaced by a sudden tenderness. Jaafar give you a soft kiss, it was deeper–more warmer than the ones you shared before. almost like he wanted to tell you something. “call me in the morning?”
“you’re not staying?” you look up at him, trying to catch his hands to pull him back to you. Jaafar shakes his head no, a feeling of disappointment creeps over you. he places another quick kiss on your forehead.
he steps back and shuts your light off. “goodnight pretty,” he whispered as he shut your room door.
he walked back into the living room, his boots clicking quietly against the floor, his eyes automatically drifting to the coffee table where your phone still rested.
the screen was dark, but you both knew what was waiting underneath, the innocent text from your boyfriend, a completely different reality. Jaafar stopped at the edge of the room, his leather jacket slung over his shoulder. he didn't look at the phone. a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
The heavy click of the front door locking put a definite end to the night, leaving you alone in the quiet apartment.
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“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.
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you're sitting on the edge of his balcony, legs dangling over the city lights. jermajesty's apartment is always warm, always smells like vanilla and something else—something earthy that clings to his hoodies and makes you bury your face in them when he's not looking.
"you sure you wanna smoke out here, ma?" he asks, sliding the glass door open wider. he's wearing those sweatpants you like, the grey ones, and a white tank that shows off his shoulders. "it's cold."
"it's pretty," you say, swinging your legs. "come sit with me."
he does, settling behind you so you can lean back against his chest. he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. you can feel him smiling against your neck.
"you got everything?" you ask.
"yeah, yeah. hold on." he reaches back into the apartment and grabs a small tray, a grinder, some papers. his hands are gentle when he rolls, tongue poking out in concentration like he always does. you watch his fingers work, familiar and precise.
"you're staring," he says, not looking up.
"'cause you're pretty," you say back, and he laughs, that low sound that vibrates through his chest into your back.
he finishes the joint and lights it, taking the first hit before offering it to you. you turn your head, accepting it from his fingers. the smoke is smooth, familiar. you've done this before—plenty of times—but something about doing it with him, here, with the city glittering below, feels different. better.
"there you go," he murmurs, watching you exhale. his hand comes up to stroke your hair, fingers threading through your braids. "that's my girl."
you pass it back and he takes another drag, holding it for a second before blowing it out slow. the smoke curls up into the night air, disappearing above you.
"you feel it yet?" he asks, voice soft.
"mm, starting to," you say, your body already loosening, melting into him. your head falls back onto his shoulder and he adjusts, holding you closer. "you?"
"yeah," he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "you're warm."
"you're warmer."
he laughs again and takes your hand, interlacing your fingers. the joint burns down between you, shared and easy, no rush. when it's done he sets it aside and just holds you, rocking slightly, humming something under his breath that you think might be an old jackson five song but you're too floaty to be sure.
"ma," he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "you good?"
"yeah," you sigh, closing your eyes. "i'm good. you're here."
"always," he promises, and you believe him. you always do.
the city lights blur a little, soft around the edges, and everything feels hazy and golden. his thumb traces circles on your palm and you turn your head, finding his mouth without trying too hard. the kiss is slow, unhurried, tastes like smoke and him.
"love you," he mumbles against your lips, and you feel it in your chest, warm and blooming.
"love you too, majesty," you whisper back, and he pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck, breathing you in.
you stay like that for a while, tangled together on the balcony, high and happy and completely at peace. the world can wait. right now, you have everything you need.
೯ summary: after struggling with an intimate song off your new album, your producer friend, jermajesty, decides to give you a hand ( or fingers ).
02:00AM, CALABASAS, CA.
the studio lights were dim as you stood inside the booth, a water bottle loosely gripped in your hand while you quietly hummed the same melody over and over again. no matter how many times you sang it, the note never landed the way you wanted it to.
if you were being honest with yourself, the problem wasn't your voice.
you just couldn't connect with the lyrics.
after the success of your last album, management had wasted no time pushing you in a new direction.
"great. now make it more... sexy."
the comment had lingered in your mind ever since the meeting with the board members.
how exactly were you supposed to make an album more sensual when you had little to no experience with intimacy yourself?
none of your past relationships had ever reached that point. the realization had left you questioning more than just your music lately.
"yo, you good in there?"
the deep voice pulled you from your thoughts.
you blinked, momentarily disoriented. you'd been so caught up in your frustration over the song that you'd completely forgotten someone was sitting on the other side of the glass.
and not just anyone.
jermajesty. one of the most respected producers in calabasas, arguably all of california.
he'd been generous enough to let you use his studio after hearing your endless complaints about how absurly expensive it was to book session after session elsewhere.
the two of you had met at the listening party for your debut album. what started as harmless flirting and playful banter had unexpectedly evolved into a valuable professional partnership. fortunately for you, jermajesty had always been willing to help however he could.
though, if you asked your friends, they'd insist his eagerness had something to do with the fact that he found you incredibly attractive. can you blame him?
you slipped off the headset, carefully setting it on the microphone stand before stepping out of the recording booth. the moment you reached the chair beside jermajesty, you collapsed into it with an exaggerated sigh.
"the deadline is in two weeks, and i can't even sing the lyrics like i mean them."
jermajesty rolled his eyes playfully at your dramatics before turning fully toward you. his gaze lingered on your face, taking in the dark circles beneath your eyes and the exhaustion weighing down your eyelids, evidence of too many sleepless nights spent obsessing over this project.
his expression softened.
"what's so hard about singing about being in love and having meaningful sex?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm in an attempt to lighten the mood.
unfortunately, it had the opposite effect.
"everything," you groaned. "literally all of it."
your eyes dropped to your hands.
embarrassment settled heavily in your chest.
it felt ridiculous. you were a grown woman struggling to sing about intimacy, all because your experience with it barely extended beyond a few heated makeout sessions
for a moment, you debated keeping the truth to yourself.
then you spoke.
"maj..." your voice came out quieter than intended. "would you believe me if I told you I've never had sex before?"
the confession hung in the air.
the room suddenly felt too quiet, despite the instrumental still playing softly through the studio monitors.
jermajesty stared at you, certain he'd misheard.
of all the things he expected you to say, that hadn't even crossed his mind.
he struggled to reconcile the admission with the woman sitting beside him. to him, you were talented, captivating, and effortlessly magnetic, the kind of person people gravitated toward without realizing it.
the idea that no one had ever crossed that line with you seemed almost impossible to believe.
“shit, that's so embarrassing. i'm sorry...” you rushed out before he could say a word, humiliation flooding through you so intensely that you couldn't even bring yourself to look at him.
jermajesty immediately shook his head. his hand found your thigh without hesitation, his palm warm and grounding against your skin.
“ma, there's nothing embarrassing about it.” his voice was softer than before. “i just wasn't expecting that from someone as beautiful as you.”
his thumb moved in slow circles, each pass somehow making it harder to think.
you hated how quickly your body relaxed beneath his touch.
jermajesty had always been affectionate with you. an arm around your shoulders, a hand on your back, fingers brushing yours when he handed you something. but this felt different.
the air between you felt heavier.
charged.
“you're just saying tha—”
your words caught in your throat when his hand shifted slightly higher on your thigh.
a sharp breath escaped you.
his eyes immediately flickered to your face, watching your reaction.
something deep inside you wanted him to keep going.
wanted him to make you understand every emotion you'd been struggling to put into the song.
maybe it was the exhaustion.
maybe it was the months of tension that had been quietly building between you.
or maybe it was simply him.
whatever the reason may be, you found yourself placing your hand over his and guiding it higher.
the movement seemed to steal the breath from the both of you.
“let me help you out...” he murmured.
his voice had dropped lower. rougher.
his gaze remained fixed on yours, searching for hesitation and finding none.
the look he gave you made your stomach twist.
neither of you spoke after that.
words suddenly felt unnecessary.
you shifted closer without thinking, your hands finding his shoulders as if they belonged there. his eyes dropped briefly to your lips, and when yours did the same, the tension that had been stretching between you for months finally snapped.
the kiss started softly.
tentatively.
then he pulled you closer.
the quiet sound that left your throat seemed to undo whatever restraint he still had.
you found yourself climbing into his lap, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as though you needed him closer than close.
his hands settled firmly against your waist, holding you there.
the kiss deepened.
every brush of his lips felt impossibly intoxicating.
tou couldn't remember the last time you wanted something or someone this badly.
all you knew was that it wasn't enough.
not nearly enough.
your hands wandered restlessly over him, desperate for more contact, more warmth, more of him.
the frustration that had been building inside you for weeks suddenly had somewhere to go.
and it all seemed to lead back to him.
when you finally broke the kiss, it wasn't because you wanted to. it was because you needed air.
your foreheads pressed together as both of you struggled to catch your breath.
“maj...” you whispered.
his eyes lifted to yours immediately.
the look in them made your pulse race.
“tell me what you need, ma”
you swallowed hard.
suddenly, every thought in your head felt tangled together.
need. want. curiosity. trust. all of it.
“I need more, please…” you whispered, heat rushing to your cheeks at how completely he had unraveled you. this version of yourself felt unfamiliar needy, desperate, aching for him in a way you never thought possible.
a slow smirk tugged at jermajesty's lips. never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he'd have you like this. yet here you were, looking up at him with pleading eyes, silently asking him to strip away every last ounce of your composure.
without a word, he lifted you effortlessly and settled you onto the couch. your back sank into the cushions as you gazed up at him, desire and impatience written all over your face. his eyes darkened at the sight.
kneeling in front of you, he helped you out of your pants, his touch unhurried, deliberate. wvery movement felt calculated, as though he was savoring every second of your anticipation.
his hands slid to your hips, holding you firmly in place as his gaze traveled over you. the teasing touch that followed was enough to makr your breath catch in your throat. a soft whine escaped your lips as frustration and desire twisted together inside you.
you wanted more. you needed more.
the look on your face gave you away completely.
jermajesty noticed the slight furrow of your brows, the way your body shifted restlessly beneath his touch. he knew exactly what you were asking for. but if there was one thing he enjoyed, it was making you wait.
and judging by the satisfied look on his face, he had every intention of taking his time whether you liked it or not.
“be patient for me, baby,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your damp, clothed core. the sight alone was enough to make the bulge in his pants grow more noticeable. jermajesty pushed your panties to the side before spitting onto your bare cunt and slowly sliding two fingers inside you.
the moan that escaped your lips was music to his ears.
a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he settled into a slow, steady rhythm. his long, thick fingers pumped in and out of you with deliberate precision, stretching you just enough to have your toes curling. the slick sounds between your bodies grew louder with every movement, filling the room alongside your increasingly shaky breaths.
“oh my—fuck, maj...” you cried out, your eyes squeezing shut as your chest heaved. your fingers tightened against the couch cushions while his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles that made your entire body jolt.
the moment he added his tongue, your head fell back against the couch.
a strange, overwhelming feeling began pooling low in your stomach, growing stronger with every pass of his tongue and every thrust of his fingers. soft moans and needy whines spilled from your lips uncontrollably as pleasure continued to build inside you.
jermajesty licked along your folds while his fingers continued their relentless pace. as he noticed the way your thighs trembled and your legs began to shake, his movements gradually quickened. his dark eyes remained fixed on you, watching every reaction, every twitch, every breathless sound that escaped you.
“mmmf-fuck, jer... ’m gonna...” you breathed out.
tears gathered in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, your hands finding their way into his freshly buzzed hair, as though he were the only thing keeping you grounded.
as if he could sense exactly how close you were, his tongue matched the pace of his fingers. both became faster, messier, more desperate. he knew you were on the edge, and the realization only seemed to encourage him further.
the pace never faltered. if anything, it became even more intense.
a loud moan tore from your throat as the tension finally snapped, your entire body trembling through your release. your back arched off the couch, pleasure washing over you in powerful waves as he guided you through every second of it.
only once you had begun to come down did jermajesty pull his fingers away. he cleaned you up with careful attention before bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while keeping his dark eyes locked on yours.
you could only stare back at him.
completely breathless. completely speechless.
jermajesty finally rose to his feet, and that was when your eyes looked downward. the bulge straining against his pants was impossible to miss.
he noticed immediately, a knowing smile crossed his face as he gently shook his head.
“don’t worry about me, baby,” he said. “i said i was going to help you out.”
the simple sincerity of the gesture caught you off guard.
a faint smile spread across your lips as you looked up at him. all your life, you had never experienced that kind of selflessness before, someone caring more about your pleasure than their own.
and strangely enough, as you sat there trying to steady your breathing, something finally clicked. for the first time, you understood the lyrics you had been struggling to sing. for the first time, you could actually feel them.
