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PAIRING: Jermajesty Jackson x Black!Fem!Reader

— ᨳଓ . 18+ Content

Everyone knew you.

Not in the way you knew somebody because you shared a class with them in high school, followed each other on Instagram, or even had a few mutual friends. No, you were the kind of girl people knew without ever actually knowing you.

The way you carried yourself–from your looks, hygiene, style, intelligence, the way you spoke, even the way you walked into a room. Everything about you screamed effortless. You never had to look for attention, attention found you.

When it comes to men? That was a whole different story.

Your roster was impeccable, obviously. You weren’t committed to anybody and weren't pretending to be. Your parents claimed it was time for you to ‘settle down’, get married, and start a family which you didn’t see yourself doing anytime soon. There was always somebody texting you, waiting for you, or someone convincing themselves that they would be the one for you.

Then there was Jermajesty.

You’d known him for years, mostly through a few mutual friends and the fact that you knew his older brother. He had his own reputation, his own roster, his own collection of groupies girls who swore they could handle him. He was always used to being the one with the upper hand. Used to being the one playing the game instead of getting played. 

You both followed each other for a while, liked each other’s posts here and there, maybe exchanged a few words if you happened to be in the same place. 

Nothing serious.

Until one night, he replied to your story. 

It wasn't anything special. Just a little comment that clearly had intentions to start something.

You entertained it.

One conversation turned into a few. A few turned into late-night calls and sneaky links, and before either of you had any time to reconsider your choices, it became a regular thing.

No feelings, no expectations, and definitely no relationship.

Just two people who knew exactly what they were getting into. For a good amount of time, it worked perfectly.

Until he got a little too comfortable.

Because he was used to how things would go with girls. He knew how to pull them in, give them attention, take it away, make them wonder, make them chase. It was practically second nature to him. Eventually, he decided to try that same game plan with you. But Jermajesty forgot one very important detail.

You knew how to play too. 

And unlike him, you had no problem proving it.

Coming Soon...

Check Yourself

Jaafar Jackson x Black!Fem!Reader

Contains: Rough sex, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex, use of pet names, oral (f receiving), squirting, degradation, Smut, cursing, arguments,domination, size kink, whining

WC: 2.4k

This content does NOT contain AI and may not be used to train AI.

You’d been pushing your luck all day. It started with the side comments over breakfast, escalated to the slamming of cabinets, and peaked when you snapped at Jaafar over absolutely nothing while he was trying to ask you a simple question about dinner. You were in a mood—pure, unfiltered bratty energy—and you were taking it out on him.

Jaafar had been patient. He’d taken your attitude with a raised eyebrow here, a quiet sigh there. But by 7 PM, something shifted. You made one too many snappy remarks while he was trying to relax on the couch, and he slowly set down his phone, jaw tightening. His dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

"Come here,"

You rolled your eyes, already prepping a smart mouth response, but something in his tone made you swallow it back. You walked over, attitude still plastered on your face. "What?" You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. Jaafar looked up at you, expression unreadable.

"Watch your mouth," Jaafar warned, his tone calm but firm.

"You watch yours," you fired back instantly, tapping your foot. "I'm not a child, Jaafar. Stop telling me what to do."

"I'm not telling you what to do, I'm telling you to fix that nasty attitude." He leaned forward, eyes narrowing dangerously.

"You've been snapping at me all damn day," Jaafar countered, his voice dropping an octave, silencing your next retort. "I let it slide this morning, I let it slide at lunch. But I'm done now."

"Oh, so you're the victim now?" you scoffed, rolling your neck. "Please, Jaafar, you're being dramatic."

"I'm dramatic?" He laughed humorlessly, standing up to his full height, instantly making the space feel smaller. His jaw was tight, frustration radiating off him. "You've been bouncing off the walls with that attitude since you woke up. Keep talking back and see what happens."

"Or what?" you challenged, stepping into his space, tilting your chin up defiantly.

"Don't test me." He stepped closer, towering over you with that dominating presence. "Fix the fucking attitude before I fix it for you."

"You're not about to do shit," you popped your neck, entirely forgetting who you were talking to. You were pushing buttons, thinking your bratty routine was cute. Jaafar stared you down, warning flashing loud and clear in his eyes.

"Keep playing with me," Jaafar warned, his voice dangerously low. He leaned down until his face was inches from yours, that signature Jackson intensity locking you in place. "I’m telling you right now, you need to check yourself before I do it for you."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes so hard it hurt. "I don't need to check—"

Jaafar grabbed your chin, tilting your face up. "You think that mouth is gonna save you? Nah, baby. You been running that mouth all day. Now you gonna shut it and—" He dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. "—or I'ma shut it for you."

You swallowed, attitude faltering but still refusing to back down.

"Last warning," Jaafar growled, his hand still gripping your chin. His thumb pressed harder against your lips, silencing any response you might have had. Before you could blink, he suddenly spun you around, pushing you face-first against the wall beside the couch.

Your hands immediately slammed against the wall, trying to push off the solid surface. "Jaafar— what the hell— let me—" you sputtered, voice cracking despite your bratty attempts to sound defiant. You struggled, but his hand was like iron around your chin, holding you there.

"You wanted to act up all day," he muttered in your ear,

"Now you gonna take your attitude somewhere else or I'm gonna put it somewhere else." His free hand gripped your hip, fingers digging into the flesh. "You been snapping at me, rolling your eyes, talking back like I'm some nigga you can push around." He pressed you harder against the wall, his chest flushing against your back.

"Get the fuck off me—" you tried to push back, instantly trying to regain your dominance. "I ain't playing with you, Jaafar." You squirmed, thinking you could wiggle out of his grip, your sass returning full force.

Wrong move.

"Exactly what I'm talking about,"

He tapped your ass hard—not a spanking, but a sharp warning that made your body jerk. "That mouth. That attitude. The constant back-talk." He slapped your ass again, harder this time, making you gasp. "I told you to check yourself."

"Jaafar—" you snapped, trying to sound tough.

"Nah," he cut you off immediately, grabbing your throat.

In one swift motion,

Jaafar tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing. Before you could scramble away or snap at him again, he was between your thighs, ripping your leggings and panties down with zero patience. You opened your mouth to cuss him out, but the words died in your throat when he threw your legs over his shoulders and buried his face in your pussy.

Jaafar didn't ease into it; he attacked your clit with a ruthless, calculated precision, sucking hard while his tongue worked rapid, devastating circles. Your back instantly arched off the mattress, a choked sob tearing from your throat as your hands flew to his hair.

"Jaafar— wait, fuck— oh my god!"

He didn't let up. He sucked your clit deep into his mouth, tongue fucking you aggressively, flicking and swirling until your eyes rolled back. You immediately started crying—real tears, loud whines pouring out of your mouth. Your legs trembled violently, toes curling as your pussy leaked uncontrollably onto his tongue. "J-Jaafar— p-please—!"

He ignored your pleading cries, eating you out like a starving man. His hands gripped your thighs harshly, spreading you wider as he feasted on your pussy. The room filled with obscene slurping sounds mixed with your loud sobs and whimpers.

His tongue plunged deep inside you, hitting that spot that made your whole body convulse, then immediately darted back to your swollen clit—sucking, flicking, grinding. Your tears were streaming now, pillow damp as your hips jerked uncontrollably. Every time you thought you could breathe, he switched rhythm, tongue flattening out to tease before narrowing to pinpoint pressure that had you screaming.

"Oh god, oh god—" You were completely destroyed, crying loud sobs as he ate you out with ruthless focus. Your thighs were shaking so violently you couldn't keep them still, but he held them wide, fingers digging into your hips—his thumb rubbing circles on the skin over your clit while his tongue worked a brutal, relentless pace.

And then it happened.

Your stomach tightened violently, a scream tearing from your throat as your whole body seized up. You squirted hard, soaking his face and the sheets beneath you, fluids gushing uncontrollably while he moaned against your pussy. He didn't stop; he drank every drop, tongue still working your sensitive clit through the aftershocks until you were a sobbing, trembling mess.

He finally lifted his head, face absolutely soaked, dripping with your release. He looked absolutely feral, eyes dark and locked onto your wrecked form. You were crying uncontrollably, body twitching violently as you tried to catch your breath, completely ruined. Jaafar wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, chest heaving.

"Told you to check yourself,"

He flipped you over roughly, spreading your legs wide and hoisting your hips up in the air. Without warning, he slammed into you from behind, his thick cock stretching you perfectly. The angle was brutal—one that hit everything, deep and unforgiving.

"Ah! Shit—" You immediately tried to crawl forward, overwhelmed. "T-too much—"

He pounded into you mercilessly, each thrust driving your face into the mattress, your tits squished against the sheets. His cock was hitting that spot over and over, making you see stars. You tried crawling away from the relentless assault, but his hand immediately grabbed your hips and yanked you back roughly onto his dick.

"Can't— can't take it—"

You reached behind and shoved weakly at his abdomen, your hand trembling against his sweat-slicked skin. "Jaafar— please— slow down— I'm—" You couldn't even form words. His dick was too deep, too hard, hitting places you didn't know existed. He pinned your arm behind your back with brutal force, bending it at an uncomfortable angle.

"Nah, take this shit," he growled, hammering into you with brutal strokes that made your pussy squelch obscenely loud. You were crying, face buried in the mattress, legs completely useless. You pushed desperately against his hard abdomen, trying to get him to ease up because it was simply too fucking much.

Suddenly, his dick slipped out on a rough thrust.

Without thinking, you immediately reached behind you, grabbing his thick length and trying to guide it back inside your aching pussy. You were so wet, so sensitive, that even the head of his cock sliding back in had you whimpering loudly.

He instantly slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one devastating stroke. You screamed, your grip tightening on the sheets as he immediately resumed that punishing rhythm, fucking you even harder than before. His hand pinned your arm tighter against your lower back, arching you painfully.

"This what you wanted?" he gritted out, pounding into your spot until your vision blurred.

"Mmmph!" You couldn't answer, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he fucked you into the mattress. Your pussy was making lewd, squelching sounds with each brutal thrust. He released your arm to grab both hips roughly, spreading you wider and drilling down even deeper.

Your eyes rolled completely back, legs shaking violently as his dick slammed into that spongy spot repeatedly. You were sobbing uncontrollably, drool soaking the pillow, unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure-pain. Every stroke knocked the air out of your lungs, your pussy practically melting around him. You tried crawling forward again, absolutely overwhelmed.

"Nah, stay your ass right there."

"Apologize," he gritted out, slamming into you so hard your whole body jerked up the bed. "Say sorry for that fucking attitude."

"I— mmph— fuck!" Your words were completely destroyed, turning into high-pitched moans every time he hit that spot. You couldn't form a sentence, your pussy clenching uncontrollably around him.

"Fucking apologize," he growled, leaning over your back and grabbing your hair roughly. He yanked your head back sharply as he continued to rail you mercilessly. "Those smart fucking words gone now?" He slammed deep inside you, making you scream. "Huh?"

"S-sor— ah! Fuck! S-s—" Every time you tried to apologize, he'd hit that spot perfectly, turning your words into pathetic whimpers and screams. Tears streaming down your face, drool on the pillow, unable to even form "sorry" properly. Your “smart” mouth was completely broken, reduced to nothing but moans and cries.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you," he mocked, pulling back slightly and slamming in deep. Your pussy clamped hard around him, making you shriek. "S-so... ah! Fuck! So-so-sorry... mmmph—" You were barely making any sense, your attitude completely demolished. His dick hit that spot again and your voice cracked.

Your stomach tightened violently, that coil in your belly snapping so hard your vision went completely white. Your entire body locked up, pussy clamping around his dick like a vice as a blinding orgasm ripped through you. You screamed, legs shaking uncontrollably, squirting all over his cock and the sheets beneath you.

"Fucking soak it," he growled, not slowing down for a second.

He forced you to ride it out, fucking you straight through your convulsing orgasm. Your eyes were rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as your pussy spasmed violently around him. You couldn't stop cumming, fluids gushing out uncontrollably while he maintained that ruthless, punishing pace, absolutely destroying you.

"Take that shit," he gritted out, slamming deep.

Your orgasm was still rippling through your body, legs shaking uncontrollably when you felt his cock harden even bigger inside your wrecked pussy. He grabbed both your hips roughly, tilting you up to give him even deeper access. "This what that mouth get you," he growled, slamming deep and holding there. You felt his tip twitch against your cervix—then it happened.

He let out a low, guttural groan, burying himself to the absolute hilt. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted your insides, filling you up until your stomach cramped slightly. His whole body jerked against yours, dick throbbing violently as he emptied every last drop deep into your pussy. You whimpered, feeling it pulse inside you, completely bred and ruined.

He slowly pulled out, a thick stream of his cum immediately leaking from your abused, swollen pussy, dripping onto the soaked sheets. You were collapsed against the mattress, body twitching violently, absolutely wrecked. He gave your ass a sharp smack before leaning over your trembling form.

"You still got a fucking attitude?" he asked low in your ear, voice dripping with dominance.

Your voice came out as a broken whisper, barely audible over your ragged breathing. "No— no—" Your entire body shook on the bed. You couldn't even form a coherent sentence, your voice completely wrecked from all the moaning and screaming. Your pussy was too wet, too sensitive to speak normally.

"Can't hear you,"

"N-no—" you finally managed, pushing your face deeper into the mattress. Tears still streamed down your cheeks, drool drying on your chin, absolutely ruined and used. You squeezed your legs together weakly, but it only made more of his cum leak out. "N-no jaafar..."

He laughed darkly, the sound vibrating against your sweaty back. "That's what I thought."

He slowly pulled out, his thick cock slipping from your overused, gushing pussy with a lewd sound. You immediately collapsed against the wet sheets, trembling violently, absolutely spent. He gathered you into his arms, pulling you against his chest as you whimpered pathetically.

"Shh, baby," he murmured, his voice soft now.

He grabbed a towel from the nightstand, wiping your thighs gently, cleaning up the mess—his cum and your juices. The harshness was completely gone now, replaced by something almost... tender. His fingers traced soothing circles on your hip where he'd been gripping hard. You were still sobbing quietly, completely wrecked, couldn't even move.

"Look at you,"

He leaned down, kissing your forehead gently. His hands moved to your hair, brushing it out of your face, being gentle with you now. You looked up at him with tear-streaked face, cheeks puffy from crying, completely fucked out

Benjamin Pointdexter x fem! reader Synopsis: You accidentally text your boyfriend the wrong image and follow up with 'wrong person'. He's spiraling thinking you're going to leave him (Inspired by the wrong person trend on TikTok) Warnings: Dry humping, possessive/clingy man, pathetic dex *lmk if I missed anything! Not proof read!

You were exhausted, eyes lidded with sleep you were drifting off

Two soft buzzes interrupted your short ‘nap’

Dex: Hey gorgeous, what's the movie you wanted to watch called?

The loml: Hi babes, did you take a pic of the set you bought yesterday? I need to envision how it’ll look on me

A simple enough task not really paying attention you sent the photo to your friend and the movie name to Dex… or so you thought 

Your phone buzzed again

Dex: You look absolutely gorgeous, but I still need the movie name

The loml: What does princess diaries have to do with Victoria secret?

You needed to fix your mistake immediately 

[Name]: Sorry that was meant for a friend lol. The movie is princess diaries, I’ll see you after my nap!

[Name]: Iol I messed up. The set is cute but the lace is cutting into me a bit [Insert photo]. It would look so cute on you though! 

Not thinking too much of it, you laughed at your mistake. It was routine at this point. You bought a new set from VS, if it fit right your friend was going to buy it too. Yawning with a slight stretch you put your phone on silent and took that much needed nap. 

‘Sorry that was meant for a friend lol.’ Dex was speechless, he read your text over and over like he would find some hidden clue insinuating it was some lame boyfriend prank, but there was nothing. He could forgive you for texting others; his bad luck with women made him used to it, but you, you were his whole heart. You weren’t easily influenced by the weak charms of men, you were different. He would find this man that tried to cause a rift in his relationship and dispose of him like any good boyfriend would. 

You were lying on the floor scrolling with no real agenda. The attempt at a nap was failed by excessive honking, arguing neighbors, and barking dogs. You were over it, only takeout and your boyfriend could fix it. 

[Name]: The neighborhood was against me, I couldn’t nap in peace. Do you want to come over now?

Dex: Yeah sure

[Name]: Okay! See you soon <3

Dex was conflicted. He was happy you wanted to see him but his mind couldn’t erase the earlier events. 

‘Does she not want me anymore? Am I too much to handle?’ 

He was spiraling, hastily grabbing his keys and slamming the front door shut he affirmed his settled resolve. 

‘I’ll just have to get rid of him for her to keep me’ 

He didn’t bother to knock. He entered your apartment hyperfocused for anything amiss. Footsteps heavy as he made his way to the living room. Dex found you on the floor too engrossed in your phone to notice his entrance. Your chest was pressed against the hardwood, hair beautifully disheveled. He couldn’t imagine another guy having you, another man couldn’t handle you and will not, ever. 

He made his way towards you slowly, intentional, his head was full of doubts he was moving on his own until you yelped. Dex had made his way on top of you. Pelvis against your lower back as he breathed into your ear. He was caging you against the floor and he was so, so heavy. 

“Sooo are you going to move anytime soon?” you rasped beneath him.

“I don’t think I will baby,” he smirked against your cheek. Dex was usually clingy but now it was different. Today he was confident in touching you like he found a new purpose. 

You continued your scrolling, not paying anymore attention to the man practically crushing you. Dex couldn’t handle it. In moments like this he needs you to pay him half the attention he gives to you. Every hour apart Dex wished he could give you his heart for safekeeping next to yours. Nearly suffocating you above wasn’t enough. He needs more than more, he needs to consume you wholly so all your focus can be on him. No other men would even be considered in the life you two would build together. 

You heard the shift immediately. Dex’s breathing quickened in your ear, soft moans escaping his lips. Then you felt it, the slow drag of his hips against your back, his thick jeans limiting the friction against you. He needed more 

Still you remained unmoving, you were teasing him. Continuing to scroll as he rutted against your back as if he was in heat. He hated it. He needed you to look at him. He needs you to see first hand the effect you have on him. 

“Baby- damn it,” he whimpered. His chase for pleasure cut his own words short as he pressed you further against the floor. Your shirt was pushed up to your chest now, the movement of his jeans pressed against your back was slightly uncomfortable but the sound of him in your ear was worth it. Dex was never quiet during sex but you could tell he was close the louder he got. Loud whimpers leaving him as he bit down as gently as possible on your ear. He was close, he wanted to see you as he came, but there was no resilience left in him to stop moving and flip you over, so he chose the next best option. 

He shifted down to the curve of your ass, undoing his belt and lowering his jeans just enough to where you felt his bulge against you through his boxers, unrestricted. Dex was getting louder, the feeling of you beneath him was mindnumbing. He didn’t care if your neighbors heard or what the old woman a floor below thought of him afterwards. All that mattered was you, how good you made him feel, how you changed his life for the better. 

His hands made their way to your chest, cupping each breast harder with every thrust. You moaned, phone face down against the floor, your own wetness seeping into your underwear. He needs to hurry so you can feel him completely. 

You felt his hips tremble against you, precum through his boxers wet your shorts as he took what he wanted

“I’m gonna- baby,” he sniffled. Dex was crying at this point. Tears soaked your shirt collar. Being this close to you was unbelievable every time, he cherished each moment so deeply it made him emotional. With one final grind against your ass he came, hard. Squeezing your chest harder than before as he chased through his orgasm. His moans were dying down only heavy huffs from the two of you filled the atmosphere 

“I’ll hurt any man that tries to steal you from me,” he whispered into your ear. Still on top of you unmoving. 

“What man are you talking abo-,” your words were cut off by him turning you over, facing him.

“I’m gonna put it in now, if that’s okay” 

A soft buzz from your phone filled the space instead 

The loml: I caved and bought the set! Looks like we’ll be matching

I was a but hasty when I wrote this, maybe I'll go back and revisit some things when I have time. That aside I hope you enjoyed reading!

Feel free to interact!! I love reading comments and seeing everyone’s thoughts✨

I'm trying to work on making dialogue and texts more immersive & realistic. I'm definitely the type to give my friends a cutesy nickname and have my mans full government as a contact name lol

summary - jack and reader go on their date!

content warnings - black!fem!reader, but anyone can read it ofc!, reader is a nurse, age gap, she/her pronouns, cursing, suggestiveness, mostly crack

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