synopsis: you are good friends with geneveive, which automatically made you good friends of the family. you get invited to a family vacation to the bahamas for the summer. you are informed that the gang was going to be together: jaafar, randy jr, and jermajesty. oh! i almost forgot to mention, you have a huge crush on jermajesty.
pairing: jermajesty jackson x black!fem!reader
cw: MDNI, idk da word count, part 2?, oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk, reader is described to have hair styled in braids and brown skin, praise kink, missionary, clit play, sneaking around, cussing, jermajesty’s goatee, describing sex sounds, perv!jermajesty , softdom!jerm, slight sub!jerm , slight nerdy!jerm , you are the baddest bih in the bahamasss! goatee!jerm , jermajesty hitting it good , btw got horny while making dis ermm… enjoyyy!
the friendship of you and geneveive has been going strong since you were teenagers, living in LA and being reckless. she was always quick to involve you into the activities the jacksons would cook up so when she called three weeks ago, screaming into the phone about inviting you to another family vacation, you were not surprised.
you remember, sitting on your bed with your bonnet on and listening to some music, painting your toe nails messily when she called and said: “girl, the whole crew is going! we rented this private villa in the bahamas, white sand, infinity pool, ocean views for days. jaafar, jermajesty, even marlon jr is coming. and you know they said you’re family. pack your shit, it’ll be like old times!”
your heart swelled at the mention of old times and your mind drifted to the thoughts of the days you tagged along with the jackson on their unique trips. most importantly your mind drifted to the thought of jermajesty and how it’ll be the first time seeing him in a while, half of it is your fault other half is his for not reaching out but at the same time your could’ve called.
but it has been a while since you seen him and since you seen the family, actually. you were so embedded in you studies . the family missed you and most importantly jermajesty missed you, unbeknownst to you. the last memory of you spending time with the jacksons was the first big family barbecue when you were nineteen and he was twenty, tall and quiet with that nerdy build and the softest brown eyes. every family event since holidays, premieres, random sunday dinners, you’d catch yourself staring at him.
but only god knew his gaze would always find you in a crowd or even in a room where it’s just him and his siblings, if you were there, you’d be the first thing he sees. you had a crush on jermajesty so deep it felt like dna. and you were almost positive he didn’t feel the same way but it was just a stupid little crush, nothing too serious.
within those three weeks of getting ready for the trip, you were able to book a hair appointment and nail appointment which was a first, considering how booked you thought everyone would be due to it being summer. you didn’t know why you felt the need to buy new bikinis even though you had tons from the previous trips but you felt like you needed something new or maybe it was to impress jermajesty, or even get him to bat a eye. you double checked your luggage tons of times, making sure you wouldn’t leave anything important even though you were used to stealing using genevieve’s stuff in case you forgot something but reassurance wasn’t the reason you felt the need to check your bag , it was nerves. you were nervous to see jermajesty after all this time, then you began to wonder-you wondered if he grew into his looks and how he looks as a man and not the boy that would chase you down with worms in his hand that he had found when playing in dirt, even though you’re pretty confident he would do that now. you also wondered if he remembered you, remembers your looks or the way your laughs sounds like.
you didn’t know why you and jermajesty never happened. it was either nerves or just the simple fact that neither of you could come forward and say the words that were bottled up for so long or maybe it was when you found out he had gotten into a relationship. the jackson family literally voted you and jermajesty most likely to get into a relationship, you could recall mama katherine giving you two know looks your whole life. you start to think that it was the sole reason you kept your distance for a while, yes you had exams but you still could’ve reached out to say hello or ask how everything is going but instead you locked in all semester, locking yourself away in the process.
now its summer and the semester has ended, so you couldn’t lock yourself away anymore according to geneiveve.
on the plane, it was buzzing with familiarity. jaafar sat next to his mom, like the mama’s boy he is. jermaine and randy jr sat next to each other and then jermajesty sat alone, headphones on. geneveive had saved you seat next to hers, near the front and her seat next to the window of course, she always managed to get the window seat before you. you sank into the soft leather with a relieved sigh, your curls bouncing as you got comfortable. you outfit screamed, comfy, oversized grey hoodie from aritzia engulfing you and your grey sweats to match. you applied light makeup, gloss and mascara. you didn’t know who you were trying to look good for, knowing all the other times you tagged along with the family you didn’t care what you looked like but this time it was different, very different.
genevieve was already chattering about villa plans and how excited she was to have you back with the family, you would laugh and lean into the conversation about bikinis and hairstyles, glad for the easy familiarity with everything.
down from the aisle across from you, you caught a glimpse of jermajesty . he really had grown up to be a young man, young handsome man. those chubby cheeks he once had formed into a defined jaw line and adam’s apple. his lips looked full and soft with a hint of his goatee covering his upper lip and some on his chin which made him look sexy.
your phone buzzed after take off, casually you lifted you phone making the screen light up to show you have gotten a text from jermajesty.
big head🥸: hey, i’m glad you came. i missed you.
i missed you.
not a we missed you, a i missed you. the text contained vulnerability and sincerity which surprised you a little bit. yes, jermajesty had always been chalant when it came to feelings and relationships especially friendships so you don’t know why you felt surprised, i guess it was just the simple fact he could text you so easily after all this time but you could barely bring yourself to pick up the phone and call.
you phone buzzed again, which was quick.
big head 🥸: why did you never reach out, jellybean?
your stomach did a little flip. jellybean. your heart squeezed at the thought of the nickname . he’d always teased you growing up whether it was playful jabs or comments at family events, one day when you five and jermajesty was six, he dared you to eat a whole container of jelly beans and bring you were never the one to back down from a dare you obliged which resulted to you getting terribly sick and vomiting all over you mother’s white fur coat which was laying on the couch next to both of you. that day jermajesty gave you name jelly bean behind fits of giggles and moans and groans coming from your lips. to your dismay, the nickname stuck and it became the main reason for your annoyance but this time you didn’t feel annoyed you felt something else and what ever it was it made your lips curl up.
you stared at the text longer than intended. what you wanted to say was ‘it’s my fault you forgot about me and got a girlfriend’ but that would’ve been weird so you came up with some bullshit.
sorry college had me locked away
the bubbles appeared in less than seconds.
big head🥸: bullshit.
you bit your lip to hide a smile and realized his intuition he had for you never faltered.
It’s not bullshit, maj. some of us doesn’t have the luxury of a famous last name.
once again, he started to text back fast.
big head🥸: still sounds like bullshit. you disappeared on us. on me. missed my jellybean
the tingle hit harder this time. you shifted in your seat, pressing your thighs together under the blanket. who knew a harmless little nickname could have you in shambles.
dramatic much? I didn’t disappear, I just… got busy. family stuff gets complicated sometimes.
big head🥸: yeah not like that but it’s nice seeing u tho. you cleaned up nicely
you chuckled at his attempt to compliment you.
big head🥸: nah but in all seriousness, you’ve always been beautiful.
you didn’t know what to say next. you try to look for any playfulness or tease in his text but you couldn’t find any, it was genuine. you tried to play it cool.
yea well you cleaned up nice too :)
you looked at your text, hoping you didn’t come off as dismissive. after that jermajesty didn’t reply which made you feel like you had fucked up . you wished you had just told him how you felt or something equivalent to that but you had to be nonchalant and bottle up your feelings like all the time.
about halfway through the flight, when the plane lights dimmed and most people had dozed off, genevieve included, headphones on and blanket pulled up, your phone buzzed again.
big head🥸: come sit over here, bean.
you heart pounded. you stared at the text for a long moment, nerves fluttering in your chest. It’s just sitting. he’s probably bored. you took a slow breath, calmed yourself, and quietly slipped out of your seat. genevieve didn’t stir.
you moved down the aisle and slid into the empty seat beside him. he immediately shifted closer, his knee pressing against yours under the shared blanket the attendant had left. “what do you want, big head.”
now it was your turn to say nicknames, earning a laugh only you could hear. his eyes traced your face, your braids, the way your hoodie had ridden up a little. “nothin just missed you bean, thas'all .”
you laughed softly, trying to ignore the feeling of his leg brushing against yours. “i missed you too, jay jay.” you cooed.
he smiles. “been wanting to hear that pretty laugh for a while now.”
“ouu careful, what would maj’s girlfriend say?”
“maj’s girlfriend wouldn’t say anything cause’ maj doesn’t have one.”
questions instantly crowded your head.
when did this happen?
did he break up with her or did she break up with him?
“oh maj, m’sorry. that’s terrible m- what happened?” you acted like you cared even though should’ve but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel even the slightest bit of sympathy, that’s bad and you know it but you didn’t care.
he shrugged. “it was time, plus my mind was elsewhere.” you still had tons of questions but kept them to yourself. you shifted in your seat, letting yourself relax into the plush seat as jermajesty watched you with a certain look on his face.
“what about you, has anyone scooped you up yet?”
you grinned at the thought. “nope, never had any time to date.” time had nothing to do with it, i mean yeah there were plenty of guys that wanted to hook up within the dorms but you were saving yourself for someone that you trusted. of course you know what pleasure feels like, you had a fair share of vibrators and pathetically performed masterbations when you felt like you were going to cum but never actually cum (sounds excruciating).
your answer led to another question. “has anyone.. y’know” you were taken aback by the vulgarity. you never heard him talk like that but it kind of made a buzz spark in your stomach, the conversation was no longer innocent. unconsciously, your thighs clenched together as you felt the weight of this conversation on you.
“no uhm, im a virgin.”
you suddenly think of a memory about you and geneveive when you two were teenagers, talking in her bedroom drinking soda and painting each other’s nails.
“i’ll probably lose my virginity in high school, what about you bean?”
“uhmm probably high school too.”
looking back, you didn’t know why you were so confident because the plan obviously didn’t go as planned but genevieve had the luxury of a 6 foot tall boyfriend in high school who she dumped once she got tired of him.
your answer led to jermajesty raising a brow.
you immediately wanted to hand the microphone back to jermajesty. “you?”
“yes.” he blinked. “but if I could take it back and do it was someone I actually loved, I would.”
silence fell over you two, letting the his words process in your head.
“well it was nice catching up.” you say, abruptly. jermajesty watched you stand up and start to head back to your seat but stopped you.
“so that’s it?” he chuckled, brows furrowed at the sudden change in your demeanor.
“i have to go sit with gen.”
“bullshit.”
“boy, i’m getting enough of you saying everything i say is bullshit.”
jermajesty just grins, a glazed expression of tease on his face. you narrowed your eyes, letting out a grumble as you walked off and plopped down in your original seat.
you didn’t want to meet his eyes but you knew jermajesty was looking at you, laughing. this reminded you that even though he grew up he still was every bit of the little boy he was but the ache between your legs reminded you every bit of the man he became.
the rest of the ride was infused with melatonin for you. every time you got up to stretch or use the bathroom, you felt the weight of slumber come over you along with the weight of jermajesty gaze, tracing your hips and the curve of your ass in those leggings. he kept texting and you kept ignoring, wanting the rest of the ride to be peaceful.
by the time the plane started its descent into the bahamas, you deep slumber. you didn’t know how you fell asleep to easily, especially with the thought of jermajesty on your mind, you thought it was going to be impossible to sleep but a couple of humorous conversations with geneveive paired with the rain forest sleep music spewing from your airpods did the trick.
some moments later, you felt two taps on your shoulder. “wake up, sleepy head.” you grunted as you felt yourself slipping away from your sleep, eyes opening ever so slightly to see a familiar silhouette.
“we’re here,” genevieve murmured close to your ear, voice low and warm. “almost time to land. you slept the whole way.”
you blinked awake, disoriented and still carrying that low tingle from his texts. He was leaning over the aisle divider, eyes soft but intense as they traced your face, your messy braids, the way your hoodie had ridden up a little in your sleep.
the landing was smooth. customs was quick for the group. vans waited on the tarmac to take everyone to the villa. genevieve in the row ahead chatting with alejandra, leaving you and jermajesty in the back. his knee pressed against yours the whole winding drive along the coast. neither of you said much, but the silence felt heavy with everything unsaid.
the villa was stunning, sprawling white walls, private beach access, ocean views from every window, multiple wings for privacy. everyone claimed rooms quickly and crashed hard after the long travel day. you and genevieve took the beautiful corner suite with two king beds. she was asleep within minutes, not saying one word which made you wonder how she’s able to sleep so easily, in all your years of knowing her she never had a hard time slipping into bed and falling asleep. at that moment, you were jealous. you would’ve been in a deep sleep too if it wasn’t for a specific person, that person being a boy and that boy being jermajesty jackson .
you didn’t know if it was the smell of his sandalwood—aphrodisiac of a cologne that made your head spin or the warm brush of his knee against yours during the plane ride or the simple fact you had confessed to him that you were a virgin. what it was, it had you sitting criss cross on the bed with a pondering expression on your face.
suddenly a soft knock pulled you from your thoughts.
jermajesty stood in the doorway, backlit by the hallway light, holding a brand-new lego set—some big, spaceship or iconic building he’d grabbed from the gift shop near the airport. he looked a little shy in his gray sweatpants and simple tee, hair still messy from travel—goatee fuzz against his chin and upper lip.
“hey… couldn’t sleep,” he whispered, stepping inside quietly and closing the door behind him. “saw this and thought maybe you’d wanna build it with me? like old times.”
you smiled despite the late hour, sitting up in your thin, brandy melville tank top and shorts, braids loose and a little wild from sleep. “you’re still such a lego nerd, huh?”
“always.” he grinned softly. “come on, jellybean. let’s go to the living room. we can keep it quiet.”
you said yes without hesitation. the two of you moved to the floor of the living room, spreading the pieces out between you. “how long do you think it’s gonna take for us to finish this one?”
jermajesty grins at the thought, “I don’t know, maybe a couple of months.” he shrugs whilst fiddling with one of the lego pieces—beginning to build the pieces on top of each other. the lego bricks clicked softly as you built, knees occasionally brushing his, the kind of comfortable closeness you’d missed so much.
it seemed the more you sat there the more nervous you got—hoping the nervousness was only on the inside and not noticeable on the outside. after a comfortable lull, he spoke:
“so… why don’t you have a boyfriend ?”
you blinked. “um i’ve just been focusing on myself lately.” you shook your head, continuing to snap legos together—not bothering to lift your head and look at him. “why?”
once again the room is filled with silence. concerned, you finally cock your head at him. the air thickened between you. then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed you.
it was soft at first—hesitant, sweet, like he’d been holding onto this moment for years. his hand gently cupped the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw. for a heartbeat you froze, surprised, the remaining spark you felt on the plane came back to play, instead this time you felt it even harder.
he pulled back, slowly after a second, eyes searching yours, lip still lingering on yours. you didn’t know what to say. the words wouldn’t come. your heart was racing, lips still tingling, that ache from the plane suddenly burning hotter between your thighs.
jermajesty’s face fell. “shit… i’m sorry. that was stupid. i thought—” he stood up quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i should go. my room’s just down the hall. forget that happened. night.”
your eyes followed him as he slipped out before you could find your voice, the door clicking shut softly behind him.
you sat there on the floor surrounded by half-built lego, fingers touching your lips, body warm and confused and wanting. the kiss changed everything.
the ache only got worse.
before you knew it, it was the next morning—you barely slept after the kiss you jermajesty shared last night, you kept replaying the events in your brain—the soft flesh of his lips pressing against yours, the way his hand had gently cupped your neck, the nervous look in his eyes when he pulled back. you tossed and turned, all night which resulted in your bonnet slipping off in the middle of the night, braids messy against the pillow, body warm and aching between your thighs. by the time the sun rose you were still thinking about it, heart fluttering, a low persistent throb reminding you how badly you wanted more.
not even the slightest press of your thighs could conceal the ache.
frustrated, you eventually got up freshened up quickly, and went downstairs for breakfast with the family. the villa’s open kitchen and dining area overlooked the ocean. genevieve was already there, waving you over to the seat next to her. jermajesty sat directly across from her—which meant directly across from you.
you slid into the chair beside your best friend, trying to act normal and nonchalant. “morning, everyone.”
jermajesty’s eyes met yours the second you sat down. that same soft, intense look from last night. he gave you the tiniest smile, the kind only you would notice, the smile that hoped you forgot about something he knew you didn’t forget about
breakfast was full of family chatter —jermaine cracking jokes, alejandra making sure everyone ate, jaafar and marlon jr. talking about jet skis. but underneath it all, you and jermajesty kept stealing glances.
every time you looked up, his eyes were on you—tracing your face, your lips, the way your braids fell over your shoulder. you’d look away, cheeks warm, only to feel his gaze again a moment later. once, when you reached for the fruit bowl, your fingers brushed his as he passed it to you. the spark was instant. he held your eyes a second longer than necessary.
genevieve was right there chatting away, completely oblivious. “so, beach day today? m’ thinking we do some cute photos for insta first, then swim. you in?”
“yea, definitely,” you said, forcing a smile while jermajesty’s
you tried to focus on your plate, but the ache from last night was back—stronger now. every shared glance made your thighs press together under the table. he knew exactly what he was doing.
when breakfast ended and everyone started getting ready for the beach, the tension only built. you changed into that sage green string bikini, the one that looked sinful on your deep brown skin. the top barely contained your full breasts, one false move and your dark aerolas would slip out. the bottoms sat high on your hips and disappeared between your ass cheeks. you threw on a sheer white cover-up and headed down with the group.
you met up with genevieve in the main living area. she was in a cute yellow bikini with a matching cover-up, smiling brightly.
“ready, bestie?” she asked, linking her arm with yours.
“ready,” you replied, trying to sound casual even though your heart was racing.
the whole family walked down the private path to the beach together— jermaine and alejandra leading the way, chatting about the ocean views, jaafar and marlon jr. joking loudly behind them. you and genevieve walked side by side in the middle, but you could feel jermajesty’s eyes on you the entire time.
he walked just behind you, close enough that you could feel the heat of him. every now and then his hand would brush the small of your back “accidentally” as the path narrowed, sending little sparks up your spine. you kept glancing back, catching his gaze, and he’d give you that same soft, hungry look from breakfast.
the beach was perfect — white sand, turquoise water, and enough space that the family spread out naturally. genevieve wanted to take photos first, so she wandered a bit farther down with her camera. that was your moment.
You turned to Jermajesty, heart pounding, and grabbed his hand.
“come with me,” you whispered, pulling him away from the group toward a cluster of large rocks that gave just enough privacy.
“look, bean. m’so sorry about last n- mm!”
the second you were out of sight you pushed him against the warm stone and kissed him—hard.
he groaned into your mouth, hands immediately gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. the kiss was desperate, sweet and filthy at the same time. his tongue slid against yours, deep and hungry. one of his hands slid down to squeeze your ass, the other tangled in your ponytail, tugging just enough to tilt your head how he wanted.
“so y'not mad about last night?,” he panted against your lips between kisses.
you moaned softly, shaking your head—pressing your body tighter to his, feeling how hard he already was against your stomach. “you kissed me and just left… I couldn’t stop thinking about it-”
he cut you off with another deep kiss, walking you backward until your back hit the rock. his hand slipped between your bodies, fingers pushing the bikini bottoms aside and sliding through your soaked folds.
“shit, baby—you’re dripping,” he groaned, circling your clit with two fingers, pussy juices coating his goatee. “all this from when I kissed you?”
“mmmh—yes—touch me—” you whimpered, hips rolling against his hand. your braids brushed your shoulders as you tilted your head back. “don’t stop kissing me—”
he kissed you harder, fingers slipping into your tight, wet pussy while his thumb rubbed your clit. you were grinding on his hand, toes digging and curling in the warm sand whilst moaning into his mouth, the ocean waves covering most of the sound.
“fuck—your fingers feel so good—right there—ahh!” you gasped between kisses.
“my fingers feel so good?” he repeated, faintly against your cheek—lip between his teeth as he admired your expressions.
then—
“y/n? where you at?” genevieve’s voice called from closer than you expected.
you both froze. jermajesty’s fingers stilled inside you, but he didn’t pull them out. his forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.
“fuck,” he whispered, stealing one last quick, filthy kiss. “later. i’m not done with you.”
he slipped his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while looking you dead in the eyes. then he adjusted your bikini bottoms, gave your ass one last squeeze, and stepped back like nothing had happened.
you smoothed your cover-up, heart racing, pussy still throbbing, and stepped out from behind the rocks with a casual wave.
“right here! just taking some pictures with maj.”
genevieve huffed. “she’s my model, maj. go take pictures of jaafar.” she shooed jermajesty away before tugging you to the shore. you caught a glance of jermajesty walking towards the boys not failing to give you a wink while genevieve pestered you to pose for the camera.
from that moment forward you knew this trip was going to be like no other.
the rest of the beach day was pure torture.
you and jermajesty kept stealing glances, brushing hands “accidentally,” and finding little excuses to be close. every time genevieve turned her back he’d lean in and whisper something that was sweet but had lustful undertone like— “can’t stop thinking about you, bean” or “you look so good.”
by the time the sun went down and everyone headed out for drinks. you made some stupid excuse saying ‘my throat is a little sore n’ I don’t want to get you sick’ genevieve instantly understood, giving you the green light to stay at the villa alongside jermajesty who told a little white lie.
when everyone finally started heading to the bar, you and jermajesty went back to your suite.
you quickly escorted jermajesty inside, closing the door quietly behind him. he didn’t say a word. he crossed the room in two strides, pulled you up into his arms, and kissed you like he’d been starving for it all day.
you moaned into his mouth, hands fisting his shirt as he walked you backward to your bed. he laid you down gently but urgently, stripping your bikini and cover up off while kissing every inch of your deep brown skin—your neck, your nipples, your stomach, your thighs. he then stripped his shirt off as well—along with his swim trunks, cock flying feed and slapping his stomach.
“been thinking about this since breakfast,” he whispered against your skin. “since the plane. since that kiss last night. fuck, i need you”
he dropped to his knees between your legs, pushed your thighs wide, fingers coming up to spread your pussy lips before diving in. his tongue was filthy—long, slow licks through your soaked folds, sucking your clit hard while two thick fingers slipped deep inside you.
“ohhh fuck—yes!” you moaned, hand flying to his curls. “maj—please—your tongue feels so good—ahh!”
he groaned against you, fingers curling relentlessly while he sucked your clit, spit covering the achy bud—sounds of gush sloshing against your pussy from his mouth. you came hard within minutes, thighs shaking around his head—mouth hung open at the orgasm riding throughout your body.
right after that, he climbed up your body, cock thick and hard, and slid into your soaked entrance in one smooth thrust.
“fuuuuck—so tight and wet for me,” he groaned, starting a deep, steady rhythm. “this pussy feels even better than i imagined all these years.”
you wrapped your legs around him, nails digging into his back. “harder—please—maj!”
he fucked you deep and sweet at first, then harder, whispering filthy-sweet things in your ear the whole time—how pretty you looked taking him, how long he’d wanted this, how he was never letting you go again.
“oh my god! fuck! why are you fucking me like dis?” you cried, voice shaking as your body shook up and do with the thrusts of jermajesty’s hips.
“why am I fucking you like this?” he repeated your question, thrusts getting more harsh. “cause’ i love you. that’s why.”
his confession really fueled you and just like that you began to cum around him, moaning and whaling into the air. you were leaving a thick white ring around his cock, fingers digging in his biceps as your toes curls tightly—forming cramps in your muscles. your head thrashes to the side, letting jermajesty chase his high while you laid there. jermajesty came soon after you, pumping thick ropes of cum into you—hips stuttering and chants of your name pouring into your chest.
you held him as his thrusts faltered, letting his hips buck into you a couple more time before pulling out, making his hot load trickle from your your cunt to between your ass.
afterward he cleaned you up with a washcloth and helped slip your pajamas on. “I love you, big head.” you confessed.
It had been one of those Fridays that began with one shop, became three more without anyone keeping count, then slowly transformed into an entire afternoon wandering through Beverly Hills beneath warm California sunshine. Store windows blurred together. Designer boutiques gave way to tiny bookshops tucked between cafés. Michael stopped every few minutes because something reminded him of you, and every single time your eyes lingered on a dress, a record, a perfume bottle or a ridiculously overpriced teddy bear for half a second too long, he reached for his wallet before you could protest.You'd long since stopped asking how.
He'd long since stopped listening whenever you told him no.
By 1993, buying gifts had become one of his quiet love languages. It was never about the price. He simply loved watching your expression change when something unexpectedly became yours. Sometimes it was jewelry. Other times it was a book with a beautiful cover or a silk ribbon you'd absentmindedly brushed between your fingers. He collected those little moments with remarkable care.
By the time the chauffeur turned into the long driveway leading home, shopping bags filled the backseat while your feet had declared complete mutiny somewhere around the fifth boutique.
The front door barely closed before your heels disappeared. One landed beside the staircase. The other several feet away after an admittedly dramatic kick. You didn’t intended to pick them up.
Dinner waited patiently on the kitchen island. Nothing particularly extravagant. Fresh pasta. Warm bread. A bottle of sparkling water.
Two candles someone had forgotten to light. You disappeared upstairs to exchange tailored silk for something considerably softer while Michael wandered toward the guest room he'd slowly claimed as his own whenever he stayed over. A few minutes later he returned wearing an white tank top he'd owned for years, faded blue jeans exchanged for something loose, dark curls still slightly flattened from the baseball cap he'd worn all afternoon in a determined—if not especially successful—attempt to avoid attention. At twenty nine, the world knew him as the biggest on the planet. but inside your home...
he looked wonderfully ordinary. By the time you wandered downstairs again, he had already begun setting the table, it wasn’t really done perfect, one fork rested where the knife belonged, the napkins didn't match, one candle stood crooked because he'd accidentally nudged it while reaching for the bread basket. He looked strangely pleased with the result anyway.You smiled, because nobody else really ever saw this version of Michael. humming to himself while trying very hard to make an ordinary Friday evening feel a little special.
He looked up the moment he heard your footsteps. His entire face softened. "There is my lady." The words escaped almost as a sigh. You crossed the kitchen without thinking, slipped both arms around his waist, and rested your cheek against his shoulder.
The familiar scent of his cologne still carried traces of the department store you'd wandered through an hour earlier, mixed with the faint sweetness of cinnamon pretzels he'd insisted the two of you share despite claiming he wasn't hungry.
Both of you didn't moved. There wasn't any reason to, the day had already asked enough of both of you. outside, photographers were probably still lingering somewhere beyond the gates, hoping one of you or michael might reappear.
20 minutes passed.
as you take another bite of the pasta, you glance up at your boyfriend and notice something that you hadn’t really noticed before. your gaze lowers, past the cut sleeves of his white tank top and notice how the lighting above seems to shine perfectly over his toned arms, accentuating the depth. upon realising, it's like something washes over you. his innocent, confused face, his jawline clenching everytime he chews, his sexy biceps under the light. when did he seem to get so strong? it must have been from carrying all of your heavy shopping bags.
"are you okay, angel?" his concerned voice snaps you out of your trance and you look back up into his worried eyes, watching his eyebrows furrow. you nod faintly, glancing back down at his arms. "baby, can i ask you something?" you question, receiving an enthusiastic nod in return while taking another bite of his dinner. "can i ride your biceps?" you blurt out, causing Michael to choke on his food and his face to immediately flush.
"c-can you what angel?" mutters in disbelief, suddenly looking anywhere but your eyes. "you heard me."
"i-i mean.. yeah, anything for you b-but- um.. i-" he stutters, his voice becoming smaller and his face turning warmer. he can also feel his pants becoming tight and his mind reels at the thought of your suggestion. "but what?"
. . . . . . .
now Michael sits beside your bed, an arm propped up on the mattress and his breathing shallow in anticipation. you discard your tailored silk night dress and underwear, making your way towards him. Michael has done many things. he has eaten you out, got you to ride him, dry humped during a heated makeout.. but this? it’s never been this, but he can’t deny that the idea makes his dick pulse.
he looks up at you as you mount his strong arm, his eyes gleaming. he can feel your wetness spread across the dip of his bicep and his breath hitches. "Your so wet angel..ride good f'me yeah?" you nod, then you lean down to crash your mouth against his and he immediately responds, eyes fluttering closed. he cant help but moan into your mouth when you force your tongue inside.
one hand slides though his dark hair to guide his head and one steadies yourself on his broad shoulder as you grind against him once, testing the waters. he lets out a whine into your mouth as if you’re actually doing something to him, and his arm feels better than you thought it would.
"y-you feel so good baby, c'mon ride harder if y'can okay?" He whispers softly.
becoming more confident, you begin moving back and forth on his arm, breaths becoming more shallow as your grip tightens on his hair and pulling it, causing him to let out a slight groan that makes you wetter and start grinding a bit faster. "yeah faster baby, f-faster." as your pace quickens, you look down at Michael through half lidded eyes to see his free hand reach for his hard, clothed cock. "dont you dare" you press, causing him to whine and grab tightly onto his loose pants instead as an attempt to keep himself grounded.
he knows better than to touch himself without your permission.
as you grind, you think to yourself how Michael is really the strongest man you know. realistically, right now he could manhandle you, throw you over his shoulder, make love until you cant handle it anymore. but he doesnt.
instead he whines and whimpers and groans under you, face flushed as he listens to your every command and obeys. the thought sends a spark straight to your core. "S-such a dirty girl.." you're pulled out of your thoughts when you feel him flex his arm under you, the sensation against your clit practically making you see stars as you throw your head back and let out a loud moan. "yes! j-just like that, baby-" you guide, grinding down harder against his bicep, which he’s now clenching and unclenching for you.
"yuh-huh, keep going- y-you’re doing so good, baby-" your praise causes michael's blood to rush straight to his already hard dick, making it jump in his constricted boxers, which is soaked with too much cum to be considered pre. "ss-shittt baby.. please." He whimpers. he’s mewling and squirming in his spot while trying to focus on keeping you pleasured with his arm.
you can feel that familiar feeling tighten deep in your core waiting to snap, and you press onto michael harder to chase it. "you just love it when i use your bicep as fucktoy, huh?" you tease, your words making your boyfriend nod his head desperately. "y-yes baby, i do- ah-" he whimpers, hips twitching and jerking up into nothing. "good, b-because that’s what it is." face all sweaty, embarrassed from what you do to him and the affect you have on him without even touching him. without even taking his pants off.
"m-make me cum baby, okay?" he nods vigorously before clenching and unclenching the deep muscle of his bicep faster, ignoring the burn to get you off, to please you. the elastic band inside of you finally snaps, and your orgasm washes over you like a tsunami, cumming all over over his arm as you let out a high pitched moan. "shit, baby, that feels so good!" you smash your lips against his and shove your tongue down his throat as you ride out your high, legs trembling.
You tug at his hair and he loses it, moaning and groaning into your mouth as his hips snap up into the air, hot spurts coming out into his boxers and soaking through onto his loose pants. his eyes are rolled back and he feels euphoric. "shittt ah- s-so good...dirty girl.."
all that's left in the room are both of your heavy breaths and the smell of sex. you huff out a little giggle and slide off of him and onto the mattress beside him. Michael's head immediately flops into your lap, the arm you were just riding on trembling from flexing it over and over again.
your fingers find their way through his hair, scratching gently in a soothing motion that gives him goosebumps. "you did so well, baby" He whispers with so much warmth, "My biceps feel good, huh." He adds, voice softer than before. "i think i deserve a taste." He whispers again, your head immediately snaps up, his eyes looking up innocent at you. "No, you deserve a reward baby." you say, your hand reaching down to caress his warm cheeks, still sweaty.
"No need for that baby. ride my face..? please?" he whispers, voice small and vulnerable as his shaky hands find their way to your waist.
omg i love y’all sm! i never check my followers but the one time i did its this many!? thank you all for all the support and patience y’all give me bc i’m so slow when it comes to feeding y’all. when i first started I was just adamant about writing stories for all the girls who look like me and strive towards representation bc we are the blueprint ㅤ→ ✋🏾 yea. I always felt like blk women are deserving of a prince charming and deserve to be inserted in all aspects of the story without a fucked up ending. and i hope i have achieved my goal for making blk girls feel wanted and desirable!
Jackie and reader have been together for 6 months, they have the house to themselves and reader is finally ready to get intimate with Jackie. She’s nervous but ready.Jackie makes sure it’s worth her while.He’s gentle,and takes his time with her, and then once she gets over her nerves they get filthy.SMUT PLEASE. (With aftercare)
Hi! If you want to, how about Jackie Jackson x reader who is used to constantly doing things for others is surprised when Jackie dedicates a day solely to taking care of her
𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: when he slips up and accidentally calls you mommy
𝓽𝔀: mommy kink, smut for Jaafar and Jermajesty, suggestive for randy jr
𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: i lowkey (high-key) got lazy and unmotivated at the end, my bad yall. imma make it up for the next one. excuse any mistakes! I barely proofread, oops.
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Jaafar Jackson
One of Jaafar’s hands had a grip on your hip as he slowly plunged in and out of you, his tip slightly jabbing at your g-spot—small staccato whimpers spilled out of your mouth as the constant hitting at your g-spot sent you into a frenzy. “J—it feels so good”, you stuttered out, your brain barely processing the words that left your mouth. “I know, baby, I know.” Jaafar cooed at you while he took his other hand to slither between the two of you to play with your clit.
The hitting of your spot and the stimulation of your clit, you clenched around him as your slick drooled all over him. A faint whimper fell from Jaafar at the feeling of you clench around him—“oh fuck, you feel so good, mommy”.
Jaafar’s thrusts came to an abrupt halt as your eyes widened at the word that flew out of his mouth. Jaafar's face was now a faint pink, the tip of his ears beet red as he stumbled over his words. “I-ummm- “, he looked everywhere but at you, as he felt so embarrassed, he began to pull out but you wrapped your legs around him to pull him closer. His eyes widened as he quickly looked down at you to see a small glint in your eye. “Don’t stop, please, I actually liked it”. A giggle fell from your lips as a boyish smile appeared on Jaafar’s face.
He was still for a moment before he moved your legs up to his shoulders as he pulled out to where the tip was barely in before plunging deep into you—a loud gasp filled the room at his sudden movement.
“I love this pussy, mommy”
Jermajesty Jackson
If someone asked Jermajesty what time it was, he simply couldn’t tell you—his mind completely turned to mush. His body was slouched on the couch, groans bouncing off the walls as you edged him for the nth time tonight. “Baby, please. " Jermajesty couldn’t help but whine out as he felt your mouth lift up from his dick.
You kept eye contact with him as you peppered kisses on his tip that leaked globs of precum. “You gonna say sorry, pa?” Your voice filled with slight annoyance as your other hand reached down to massage his balls.
You two got into an argument earlier in the day, and Jermajesty childishly decided to ignore you for the rest of the day. When night fell, you were completely fed up with his childish antics. You found him in the living room watching TV, and that’s when you decided enough was enough. That’s how Jermajesty ended up in the position he is in now.
“n-no”. Jermajesty shook his head—your face frowned up in annoyance and at the fact that he told you no. You removed your hands from his lower half, stripping yourself of your shorts and panties, then you lifted yourself up to sit on his lap. Your slick lips now sat directly on his dick, you both let out an audible sigh of relief—Jermajesty tried grabbing your hips but you immediately grabbed both of his hands to push them away. “No touching until you say sorry.” You slowly rocked back and forth, your slick now covering him. His eyes rolled back at your wetness and the feeling of you humping him.
“Are you gonna say sorry now?” you whined out as you began to pick up the pace, the feeling sending a shiver down your spine. Jermajesty shook his head once again at your words—your jaw slightly ticked as you finally had enough of his pettiness. Your hand went to the back of his head, tightly gripping a patch of his hair to bring his face towards yours—a loud whimper from Jermajesty as your actions shocked him. “I said are you sorry, Jermajesty”, you gritted out, trying to keep your composure as you felt your orgasm wanting to creep up on you.
“Yes”, he finally gave in—“yes what?” Your grip tightened on his hair even more. “Yes, mommy.” His tear-filled eyes widened as the word mommy slipped from his lips, he expected you to scold him or stop completely but he was wrong—your hips didn’t even sputter at the word, you slid back and forth on him even faster. You pulled him in as if you were going to kiss him but your lips hovered over his.
“Since I’m mommy, let mommy take care of her good boy, hm?”
