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a/n; hi sorry 4 hiatus.. i promise the jermajesty plug fic is on its way!! and so is the eddie one

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BABYDADDY!JERMAJESTY X READER

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© 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 jackson.

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.

he’d seen every phase.

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 stubborn version.

the dramatic version.

the version that cried during movies but swore she wasn’t crying.

he knew them all.

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.”

you’d laugh every time.

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. ♡

jermajesty jackson x black!reader

summary: it’s well into the night and while you’re trying to sleep your boyfriend his preoccupied in his game.

warnings/content: a little cursing and jermajesty calls you “stinky”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°.

the nighttime city skyline looked like golden glitter from the windows of your apartment. it was well into the night, the city backdrop serving as a nightlight. at the same time, you lay bundled up in bed in a light sleep.

your boyfriend, jermajesty, wasn’t on his side of the bed. he’d been preoccupied with his game, playing online with his brothers and friends.

summary: jermajesty is jealous over reader crushing on his brother, jaafar.

warnings: profanities

a/n: i'm just randomly making these since i'm bored. lmk if i should make any more 😭🙏 also, maj and reader lowkey flirting w/ each other??👀

summary: more conversations between reader and maj❤️ (with brief mentions of jaafar!)

warnings: profanities, suggestive texts (sorry not sorry)

a/n: longer content to make it more interesting. lmk if u guys like it🌟

summary: jealous maj and jaafar-obsessed reader AGAIN. ++ reader humbling maj at the end😈 (but we all know damn well reader enjoyed that)

warnings: profanities

a/n: who knew these would be so fun to make? plz give me sum ideas for more🫠 i love making these.

♬⠀⁺ 🧊 𓍢ִ໋ prettyangeliczz index. ᛝ

michael jackson. | jaafar jackson.

jermajesty jackson ׂ 𓂂 🗻

blurbs.

⊹ what’s between us (18+).

⊹ body full of fantasies (18+).

⊹ coulda shoulda been

⊹ trainer (18+).

⊹ missing you (18+).

29 August 1958 - 25 June 2009

summary: just the “i can’t pay rent” trend

pairings: Randy Jr, Jaafar and Jermajesty

notes: might do one with the jackson 5

Randy jr

“babe… I gotta tell you something.”

You stood beside the couch while he scrolled through his phone.

“Hm?”

“I can’t pay rent this month.”

he stopped scrolling and slowly turned his head, stared at you for a dead silent three seconds, and then went right back to his phone.

“okay, baby.” “…you don’t care?”

he looked at you, trying not to laugh.

“we own this house snd even if we did have rent, you wouldn’t be the one paying it.”

Jaafar

“jaafar” “y/n” “i can’t pay the rent this month”

the two of you stood in the kitchen, silently staring at each other.

“what?” “i can’t pay the rent this month” he looked around the kitchen as if there was a camera hidden somewhere

“what are you talking about?” he asked “the rent, i can’t pay it this month”

“im saying what rent are you talking about” “ours” “baby when have you paid rent”

Jermajesty

“i gotta tell you something” you sighed, walking into the bedroom.

“tell me baby”

“i can’t pay the rent this month” he blinked

“…you don’t pay rent?” “but im just letting you know that i-“ he cut you off with a kiss. when he pulled back, a smug grin was on his face.

“I pay the rent, and you just do your part”

you raised an eyebrow.

“and what exactly is my part?”

jermajesty slowly looked you up and down, giving you that look. “don’t worry about it. you’re doing great.”

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

.✦ ݁˖ Don’t Leave

Jermajesty x fem!reader

Summary: A simple night out with friends turns complicated when Jermajesty asks you to stay in, pulling you back into a quieter space between the two of you. What starts as playful tension turns into something deeper as words & glances. But even as the distance closes, you refuse to make it easy for him keeping him guessing just enough to make him try harder for you until…

A/n: i literally just wrote while half asleep because this idea just came into my head and I didn’t want to forget it the next day lol

Wc: 3.4k

Warnings: MDNI!!, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, very slight choking, mutual orgasams, praising, use of nicknames, slight manipulation, soft-dom/sub-jermajesty, soft-dom/sub reader, not proof read

it was supposed to be just a night out. nothing deep, nothing complicated just you, your friends, and the time you lost and finally got back.

but then there’s Jermajesty.

his jaw tightens as he sits on the edge of the bed, hands clasped loosely in his lap. he’s been quiet too quiet watching you through the mirror for the past ten minutes like it’s something he can’t help but do, something he’d never admit out loud.

his dark brown eyes trace you slowly under the vanity lights the glow of your beautiful brown skin, the curve of your waist, the way you move so casually like you don’t even notice the effect you have on him.

and suddenly everything feels slower when he looks at you like that. like the air shifts. like the world pauses just long enough for him to memorize you.

he wasn’t planning on stopping you. wasn’t planning on wanting you to stay.

but he does.

and you do too.

you catch his gaze in the mirror and giggle softly, tilting your head.

“bae… what are you staring at me for?”

he exhales like he’s been caught, leaning back a little on his hands, eyes still locked on you.

“you really wanna know?” he murmurs, voice low.

you nod.

his mouth twitches like he’s debating whether to say it… then he does anyway.

“you look good,” he says simply, gaze dragging over you again. “like… dangerously good. can’t help it. Like it should be illegal for you to walk out that door like that mama.”

your breath catches a little, and you look away in the mirror like you didn’t just feel that in your whole chest.

behind you, he finally moves.

slow steps. confident now.

he comes up right behind you, stopping close enough that you can feel him without him even touching you yet. his eyes meet yours in the mirror, a little darker now, a little more focused.

“and you really thought I was just gonna sit there and not say anything?”

that makes you giggle softly, looking down at your hands like you’re trying to hide the smile on your face.

he notices. of course he does.

“what?” he asks, a little amused now, pushing off the bed and finally standing. “you think I’m playing or something?”

his tone is light, but his eyes stay locked on you in the mirror like he’s not joking at all.

and when you look back up, still smiling a little, he just shakes his head like you’re the one making this harder than it needs to be.

you giggle softly at that, glancing down for a second before looking back at him in the mirror.

“thank you Maj” you say quietly, a little flustered but sincere.

that makes something shift in his expression—like he didn’t expect you to take it so easily.

“yeah?” he asks, voice softer now, stepping off the bed.

you nod again, still smiling a little. “yeah… I appreciate it.”

he exhales through his nose, like he’s trying not to make a bigger deal out of how close he suddenly wants to be to you.

“you don’t gotta thank me for telling the truth baby,” he says, walking closer now, eyes still locked on yours through the mirror.

and the space between you two feels a lot smaller than it did a minute ago.

"Baby, come on." His voice is surprisingly gentle, almost pleading. He leans down, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he looks at you through the mirror. "Stay home with me tonight. We can order in, watch a movie... actually spend some time together for once."

you look at him for a moment longer, taking in the way he’s watching you like he’s already decided you’re staying.

but you don’t move that easily.

your expression stays calm, unreadable for a second too long.

“you say that like I don’t have a life outside of you,” you say lightly, adjusting your bag strap again.

his brows lift slightly, caught off guard.

“I didn’t say that.”

“you kinda did,” you reply, a small smile tugging at your lips but you’re still not giving him anything fully. not yet.

there’s a pause.

he studies you like he’s realizing you’re not someone he can just pull closer with words alone.

and somehow, that makes his expression change less confident, more focused. like now he actually has to try.

“so what, you’re still going out?” he asks, quieter this time.

you tilt your head slightly.

“maybe,” you say. “depends.”

that makes him exhale through his nose, almost like a laugh, but there’s something more serious underneath it now.

he steps a little closer again, slower this time.. careful, like he’s learning your pace instead of trying to set it.

“what does it depend on?” he asks.

you finally look at him properly in the mirror, and your voice softens just a little.

“on whether you can actually keep me interested in staying,” you say simply.

that lands differently.

his eyes narrow slightly, not in frustration but in focus. like he’s just accepted a challenge he didn’t know was there a minute ago.

His hand moves, fingers brushing against the back of your hair a gesture so brief you almost miss it. So tender.

"Depends on what?" His tone is calm. Still too calm.

you hold his gaze in the mirror for a second too long.

like you’re thinking about it. about him. about staying.

but then you exhale softly, shaking your head just a little.

“you always talk like you already know what I’m gonna do,” you say, voice light but there’s less distance in it now. less armor.

your eyes flick to his hand still near your hair, then back to his face.

“that’s kinda your problem,” you add, quieter. “you get too confident.”

but you don’t move away.

not really.

his gaze holds yours like he’s waiting for you to contradict yourself. like he can already tell you’re starting to soften, even if you won’t admit it yet.

and you hate that he might be right.

“maybe I’ll stay,” you say after a beat, dragging it out like it costs you nothing, even though it does. “maybe I won’t.”

a small pause.

then, softer almost like you’re letting yourself feel it for half a second before you catch yourself

“you’ll just have to try harder than that.”

*His hand drops from your hair, a quiet shift. The silence stretches for a heartbeat.*

He's been the boss, the taker. Never the pursuer. Never the one who has to prove himself. That's a new feeling.

But the way his hand twitched, the way he was watching you... it means something.

His lips graze your skin, starting at your jaw and moving down slow, deliberate, like he's testing how much you'll let him. Each kiss is soft almost careful

“Baby” Your nickname sounds different when he says it. Not just a word. A plea. "Please."

Your breath hitches. One year of dating and you've barely heard him talk like that. Soft. Vulnerable. Like he's actually asking for something instead of just demanding it.

Your fingers curl against the vanity, your long French tip nails lightly scratching the surface. The warmth of his mouth against your neck sends heat blooming through your chest.

His hands slide around your waist, pulling you back against him as he kisses down your neck, his lips warm and insistent. He's not just kissing he's trying to convince you with his mouth, his touch. His fingers spread out on your stomach, possessive even in their gentleness.

A slow smile curves your lips as you tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. Your fingers reach up and tangle in his hair not pushing him away, but not pulling him closer either. Just holding. Controlling.

"Mmm, you're really trying hard tonight,"

you murmur, voice low and teasing. "I'm almost tempted..."

He chuckles against your skin, the sound low and warm. His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He can feel your heartbeat against his chest, see your reflection in the mirror eyes half-lidded, lips parted. He's getting to you.

Your breath catches when you feel it hard and unmistakable pressed against your lower back through the thin fabric of your dress. Heat shoots straight down your stomach. Your pupils dilate in the mirror.

Your fingers tighten in his hair almost tightening too much, testing him. A little power trip.

You let the silence stretch. Let him stew in it. Then, softly "I'll stay." The words leave your lips before you can stop them. Your heart pounds. You didn't expect to cave so easily. But his mouth on your neck, his hands on your waist, the way he's practically begging...

His hands immediately slide up your sides, pulling you back even tighter against him. You can feel every inch of his hardness now, and he doesn't even try to hide his reaction. His lips move from your neck to your jaw, placing open-mouthed kisses along your sensitive skin. "Fuck,"

Your eyes flutter closed as you feel his teeth gently nipping at your jaw. A soft moan escapes your lips before you can stop it. You're so weak when it comes to physical touch. And he knows it.

Your body stiffens as His hand slips between your legs under the dress, his thumb finding your center through the fabric of your panties. He tugs the edge aside a slow, deliberate shift that's almost casual. And then his thumb is there. Just the bare pad of his finger, circling. Pressing.

You let out a soft gasp, your legs spreading slightly without conscious thought. His thumb presses harder, faster, finding the right rhythm almost instinctively. His other hand moves up to grip your throat gently, tilting your head to the side to give him better access to your neck again.

Your body responds betrayingly to his touch. Your clit swells under his expert circling, your inner walls tightening. He spreads your legs wider with his thighs, his hard length pressing directly against your backside. Your eyes flutter closed, neck bared for him as he holds your throat possessively.

His hand moves from your neck, gripping your waist firmly as he presses your body down onto the cool marble of the vanity. Your breasts flatten against the cold surface, your chest rising and falling with your quick breaths. He's positioned you exactly where he wants. Face in the mirror, back arched, completely exposed. He leans over you, pressing himself against your back.

Your dress is bunched around your waist now, your panties pushed to the side. You're basically naked except for the fabric covering your upper body. The position makes you feel vulnerable and completely at his mercy. But instead of being nervous, your body is aching and wet.

His hands slowly slide your panties down, exposing your ass and core to the cool air. He takes his time, dragging the fabric down your thighs, over your knees, and finally letting them drop to the floor. His fingers trace back up your inner thighs, pushing them further apart.

You look at him in the mirror the man who literally just begging for me to stay home with him is dominant. Now his eyes are dark, hungry, focused entirely on your body. His hands are on your bare thighs, his knuckles brushing against your wet heat. Your breath comes in short hitches as you watch him in the reflection.

He unbuckles his belt slowly, eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. Then his pants drop. His boxers follow. You don't need to turn around to feel the shift behind you that hot, heavy length now pressing against your ass just as you left it naked and vulnerable on the vanity. His hand snakes up to grip your hip, pulling you back against him.

Before he enters you, he leans down and kisses your shoulder. A gentle kiss completely at odds with the rough, dominating way he's positioned you. His other hand tilts your chin up, making you meet his gaze in the mirror. He searches your face, his expression softening slightly.

His voice is low, almost tender as he murmurs against your skin, "You're so fucking beautiful." His hand strokes your cheek gently in the mirror reflection. His cock presses against your entrance but doesn't push in yet. He wants assurance that you're okay with this sudden intimacy.

Your face softens in the mirror reflection, your cheeks flushed and lips parted. You look aroused and surprised—like you can't believe he's being gentle and talking dirty to you. His sweet words combined with his hard cock pressed against your pussy is making you even wetter.

He tilts his hips, the tip of his cock testing your entrance hot, thick, completely bare. Your eyes widen in the mirror as you watch him stretch your pretty little walls. Your thighs shake against the cool marble of the vanity. His hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, steadying you as he slowly, painfully pushes in. "Relax."

You lift your head to look directly at him, your eyes meeting his in the mirror. Your voice is breathless, vulnerable. "I... I feel good, baby." You shift your hips back slightly, rubbing against his length. That small movement is all the permission he needs.

"Don't stop." It's barely more than a whisper, but it's clear.

Your permission seems to snap something in him. His gentle touches become more demanding one hand gripping your hip tightly, the other reaching around to cup your breast through your dress. He presses his cock against your entrance again, not entering yet, just rubbing it along your wet folds.

Your breath hitches. You're already on the edge and his cock is still hovering at your entrance. The tension is killing you. Your legs are trembling. Your pussy is so wet and empty and he's just... teasing you.

"Baby please..." Your voice cracks. "P-Please. Please just... just go."

Your own mind sounds crazy.

Your pleading turns him on so much. You sound desperate and needy, arching your back to press against his cock. "Maj, please stop playin..." Your dress is completely rumbled up now, your bare ass pressing back against him. "I need you to fuck me."

He can't hold back anymore at your desperate pleading. One hand moves to grip your hair possessively, tilting your head back as he finally thrusts into you mercilessly, filling you completely. A loud moan escapes you both at the sudden impact.

"That's it mama.."

You cry out, your body shaking as he starts pounding into you mercilessly from behind. His hand in your hair tightens, his other hand reaching around to cover your mouth to muffle your sounds. He's fucking you roughly like an animal. "Shh..."

His voice is soft but commanding, laced with a whine-like tone that's surprisingly effective. "Head up, princess. Look at me while I fuck you." His eyes meet yours in the mirror reflection, dark and intense.

He pulls your hair harder, forcing your head up and keeping it there as he continues to thrust into you. The angle makes him hit deeper, causing you to gasp. His eyes lock with yours in the mirror, watching your expression closely as he fucks you roughly. "Keep looking at me."

Your moans and whines are loud and constant, filling the room as he pounds into you relentlessly. He loves the sound it's music to his ears. His grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head back further to expose your neck. "Fuck, you're so loud."

Your moans grow louder, more desperate. You can hear the wet slapping sound of his thighs against yours. You feel your body responding in ways that scare you like tingling between your legs, your breathing becoming irregular.

"F-fuck, Maj you're so deep oh my gosh" you whimper, your fingers gripping the cold marble vanity until your knuckles are white.

Your eyes roll back slightly before he tugs your hair, snapping your attention back to the mirror. "Look at me, mama. Watch yourself take my cock."

You don't last long after that. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing hard circles as he thrusts deeper.* "I'm—I'm gonna cum baby I'm gonna—"

He watches your reflection, seeing your face contort in pleasure. Your mouth hangs open, moaning nonstop. He can feel your pussy tightening around him, gripping him like a vise. "Cum on my dick,

mama. Show me how good I'm fucking you."

Your body convulses as you cum hard, your pussy clamping down on his cock. He groans deeply, watching your orgasm in the mirror. Your moans turn into a loud scream as he continues to fuck you through it, not slowing down. "That's it baby...cum for me."

Your mascara runs down your cheeks, tears and snot mixing together as he slaps your ass hard with each thrust. His groans are guttural, reverent completely unlike his usual cold self. "So fucking good... so wet and tight for me..."

He slaps your ass again, watching your skin turn red in the mirror.

His sweat drips onto your back, mingling with your own. He grips your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his dick with each thrust. His moaning grows louder, more animalistic. "Fuck, your pussy is perfect... it's sucking me in so good..."

He leans over you, covering your back with his sweaty chest. One hand grips your hip while the other wraps around your throat gently, not squeezing, just possessive. "I'm gonna cum soon baby... this pussy is too good. You gonna let me fill you up?"

You're completely lost in the haze of pleasure your mind foggy, your body a trembling mess. You can't form coherent thoughts, let alone worry about consequences. All you know is the feeling of his cock inside you, his slap on your ass, his groans in your ear.

You just nod, whimpering. "Y-yes, yes, yes..."

With a final powerful thrust and a deep groan that sounds almost painful, he buries himself balls deep inside you and comes hard. His hot seed fills you up completely, overflowing your pussy and leaking out around his cock. He holds you tightly against him, not pulling out. "Fuck... fuck..."

He stays buried inside you for several long moments, catching his breath. You can feel his cock pulsing, releasing the last of his cum into you. When he finally pulls out slowly, a lot of his semen follows, dripping down your thighs. "Look at that..."

He watches the mess between your legs with satisfaction before his gaze shifts to your face. He notices your flushed cheeks, messy hair, and the way you're leaning against the vanity, looking completely fucked out. "Mama... you okay?"

You're nodding slowly, trying to catch your breath. Your legs feel weak, and your pussy is throbbing pleasantly from the rough fucking and the sudden filling. You watch as he grabs some tissues and gently cleans between your legs, wiping away the mess he made.

As you're texting your friends, explaining why you couldn't make it to the party, Jermajesty leans against the vanity beside you, his presence dominating even in the aftermath of their intense sexual encounter. He's still shirtless, his muscular torso on full display.

After the texting, he takes care of you gently. He helps you clean up fully, washes your face to remove the leftover makeup and tears, then carries you to bed. He lies down beside you, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. His voice is soft as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you and your ex boyfriend have been on and off for years and you two decide to have some fun before going to the fun fair with your friend group

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ex boyfriend!jermajesty , black fem!reader, p in v , missionary, cowgirl, semi - public ish (friends call you and he’s still fucking you) , dirty talk, use of pet names: “ma,baby”

( this is based off of a vision i’ve had with me and my ex that has yet to come true 🥹 this is also quite long, and it’s not proofread )

Can u maybe write Jermajesty being jealous/ possessive w reader after they got into an argument? I wanna know how he would react if he was feeling jealous

jermajesty x female!reader made by kirah ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ angsty , fluff at end ( not proofread , 955 words )

its been a week since you and jermajesty have gotten into an argument and throughout that week, theres been nothing talked about except for good mornings and good nights. when you go to bed together, it feels like theres a massive gap in the middle of the bed.. you two feel like you're about to fall off the edges of either side.

today was the michael movie premiere, you wore a navy blue dress with gold embroidery, your hair beautifully made. the ride there was silent, jermajesty was on his phone, god.. he looked so handsome but.. you couldn't let yourself get distracted, i mean you couldn't just swing yourself onto him and compliment him like you always do. you felt uncomfortable in that car, your leg bounced. usually, jermajesty would notice and ask whats wrong but.. it seems like he didn't care today.

you stepped out of the car with jermajesty, you put on a smile for the paparazzi, jermajesty did the same. compliments and "look over here!" were being thrown around the place, you smiled and posed as you walked to the main place. suddenly, an interviewer put his hand up, trying to get your attention. jermajesty was getting his photo taken so you waddled over to the guy.

"hello hello!" he smiled, holding the mic to his face first. "ah yes, (y/n) the partner of jermajesty jackson! brother of jaafar jackson, our star today!" you laugh at his comment, pushing him playfully and slightly.

"yes yes, here i am! (y/n) in the flesh, supporting her future brother in law on his amazing performance as michael jackson, his uncle."

the interviewer laughed, immediately pleased with your friendly demeanour. "i'm carl, i just have one question for you!"

your eyes flickered to jermajesty as he was talking with another interviewer, you turned fully to carl and smiled , leaning in closer as you rested your hand on his forearm. "ask away!"

carl's eyes looked down at your hand, he shifted so that you would be more comfortable. "how excited were you when you heard that your brother-in-law was starring as the michael jackson?"

you wrapped your hand around his hand, pulling the mic to your mouth. "i mean, i was very excited. seeing someone that you see as a brother performing as the king of pop, and delivering it perfectly just makes your blood shiver y'know?"

you kept that smile of yours, suddenly a hand wrapped around your waist, it was almost like it was trying to tug you away. you turned, it was jermajesty, he didn't look at you though, his grip just tightened as he apologised for intruding to the interviewer. your hand suddenly dropped from the mic and you chuckled.

the interview was short, there was a pretty clear reason why. you two walked to meet up with the other family members until jermajesty leaned in. "why'd you have to hold his hand? that was completely unnecessary."

you averted your eyes to him, before you could spit out a response, paparazzi filled the area as jaafar walked in with everyone else, jermaine, randy jr, etc. jermajesty just plastered a smile on his face and guided you to take a family photo.

as you all went to take a family photo, the paparazzi was trying to guide everyone so that it'll look better. one stepped up. "could we get (y/n) next to latoya please?" you nodded, ready to walk to the spot until you felt jermajesty's hand tighten. you looked at him, it looked like he was biting the inside of his mouth. it was like.. he didn't want you to go?

the paparazzi just chuckled awkwardly and forgot about it as they moved on to the next guidance. jaafar looked over and slightly chuckled as he kicked jermajesty's ankle slightly. he gave jaafar a look before going closer to you.

you were so confused right now, you two weren't really in a good space right now. he's suddenly being all possessive and clingy? that was weird.

the whole premiere ended like a blink of the eye, you were already in the car with jermajesty. this was your time, time to ask him what the hell was going on?

"jermajesty, what the hell was that?"

jermajesty leaned back, manspreading as he slowly took off his blazer. "what was what? i should be asking you that."

"asking me that? what? we just had a whole argument and then now you decide you want to bring things back to normal!"

he looked at you, he stared a bit before sighing. "i saw the way you were being all touchy with that interviewer, you think you can just go on and start being all up in everyones faces just because we had an argument?"

you looked at him, your posture deflated a bit. his serious demeanour deflated as well as he took your hand, his eyebrows rested and his eyes soft. "i'm sorry, i just.. i hate seeing you like that with someone after my mistake."

you continued to stare at him as his thumb rubbed your hand, you finally let out a chuckle before you unbuckle your seatbelt and go closer to him. "it's okay.. i can't stay mad at you for that long."

he wraps an arm around you before leaning in for a kiss on your cheek. "so.. can we close that gap in our bed now?"

you roll your eyes, you pinch his cheek, he chuckles and winces slightly. "ow! don't be like that, ma."

"i expect a little something now." you give him a cheeky look, he just shakes his head slightly in disbelief as he puts your seatbelt back on.

he knew he was wrong for only calling you after two weeks, regretting not checking up on you as much as he used to. jer cares about you too much to let you go, but the distance in your friendship continues to grow. so, he waits for you to answer, waiting for the attitude in your tone. he needed to hear how much of a piece of shit he is so he could fix it.

by the tenth call, you finally answered, “what?” you seethe out, he has to hold in the smile, happy that it worked. “took you long.” he mumbles, playing with his lips as he thinks about the next thing to say. “you going anywhere tonight?” he asks, lowering his tone. your heart beats faster and the feeling between your thighs comes back out of nowhere, irritating you even more. “maybe, why?” you ask, trying so hard to sound mean, but it’s failing and jer can hear it. he knows you missed him just as much as he missed you.

“thinking of coming your way, i could pick you up, and we can finally talk.” he sighs, you scoff and roll your eyes. “we talked.” jer hums, not having it in him to give up yet. “not enough words were exchanged, baby. come on, i’ll get you food, please?” he weakens his tone for you, hoping that’ll do something. sadly, in your eyes it does. jer tells you he’ll pull up in twenty, you end up getting ready, getting dolled up. just as he promised, coming to your place in twenty, he knocked on the door and smiled as you came out. jer tells you a bunch of compliments, many you try to ignore but he sees the smile on your face.

as you get into his car, he hands you your favorite meal while he drives on the highway. more cars are appearing as some come off from work and the sky gets darker. every once in a while he checks on, his heart feeling like it could give out any moment because of your beauty alone. the car creeps up to an empty parking lot, the night sky being the only thing the two of you see. the tension between you is stronger than the last time you spoke to him.

you expressed yourself first and he did the same after, you told him what he did was unacceptable and he knew it was. telling you how he’ll be better, and promising you on that. the two of you should’ve known that this was bound to happen, the music playing on low still, the proximity. jer ended up taking his hoodie off, only in a tank top now, his muscles so big. you should’ve known, but how did you possibly expect your childhood best friend to end up kissing you after reconciling with you?

how could you expect the two of you would end up in the back of his car as you lay under him, his lips covering your body as his fingers pushed in your pussy, trying to keep your panties to the side as you moan louder, begging him to give you what you really wanted. neither you nor jer had expected it, but you weren’t mad and neither was he. he covered your body with hickies while he was careful, thrusting deeper inside you as you cried out louder, your bodies shaking the car while you held onto his strong biceps.

he made sure his apology was heard.

Jermajesty x reader

Summary: You noticed some facial hair growing in on your boyfriend and he teases you for having a reaction of his facial hair.

Jermajesty was standing in your kitchen like he owned the place. Scrolling on his phone while leaning against the counter. The facial hair was new.

Not a full beard. A soft, uneven shadow along his jaw that looked like it was still deciding what it wanted to be, You didn't realize how long you where staring till Jermajesty said something.

He didn’t look up. "What?" You blinked. "What?" He finally glanced at you over his phone. "You’re staring, angel." "I’m not staring."

"Mhm." He pushed off the counter slightly, stepping closer. "You definitely are."

You immediately looked away, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. "I was observing." "Observing what?" he asked, amused.

"The lighting," you said flatly. He laughed under his breath. "In my jawline?" You froze. Jermajesty’s grin spread slowly. "Ohhh." He walked closer, now fully in your space, leaning slightly to try and catch your eye. "C’mere, baby."

"I’m busy" He tilted his head. "You’re avoiding me." "I’m not avoiding you." "You’re avoiding my face." he said with a smirk. You finally looked at him, regretted it.

He was close enough that you could actually see the detail of the slight roughness along his jaw, the way it made him look older in a way he definitely hadn’t grown into mentally. It was doing something unhelpful to your ability to remain normal.

You cleared your throat. "You look different." He frowned a little. "Different good or different bad?" he asked. "Just different."

He leaned in a little more. "That didn’t answer my question, angel." You sighed, setting the glass down. "It’s fine." He smiled. "Then why are you acting weird?"

"I’m not acting weird." He reached up, gently tilting your chin with two fingers light teasing you ."Look at me, baby." he murmured. You did, your expression betrayed you. His smile widened. "Oh," he said softly. "You like it."

"I do not" he grined. "Yes, you do." You stepped back slightly, trying to regain control of your face. "Jermajesty, be serious."

"I am being serious," he said, laughing now. "You’re blushing over a little hair." You covered your face with your hand. "Stop talking."

He leaned in beside your shoulder, voice softer but still teasing. “Wait so this is what does it for you, huh?” You peeked at him through your fingers. A pause. "You love me with a little hair, mhm?" he said, dragging out the words. "That’s crazy."

He laughed, stepping even closer until you had to lower your hand just to look at him properly again. "Angel," he said gently now, still smiling, "you’re really standing here acting like I didn’t just catch you staring at me"

"I was not-" "You were," he interrupted softly, affectionate now instead of teasing. "It’s okay." Your expression softened. "You’re annoying." "You love me anyway," he said easily.

A pause. "Especially like this, huh?" You groaned. "You’re annoying." He grinned, brushing his thumb lightly near your cheek. "C’mere," he said softly. "Let me see that face again." "I hate you." "No you don’t, baby."

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