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18 | jermajesty’s sexy wife ♛

[ladiiprada]

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KENDALL ♱ ─ 18, part-time writer, full time daydreamer, she/her, MDNI! 👝

👝─ i write about the jacksons, mainly jermajesty, but i am open to any requests about the other jacksons!

MASTERLIST (under construction)

(new) SERIES: His Little Secret (pt1)

I MISS YOU

SILVER LINING

FWM

out of range

let me explain

side quest

the waiting game

family dinner

after hours

ski trip

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[jermajestysbaby]

something ‘bout

summary: headcannons of jermajesty related to the song something ‘bout

contains: fluff, arguing, mentions of the n word, smut

A/N: This is my second time doing headcannons ? I’m confuzzled on what this is but enjoy lovelies <3!

It's somethin' 'bout these hoes, they don't make the cut

you and jermajesty used to be real off and on till one time after being “off” he cut everyone off and told you, “missed you so much ma. Want you, want us for real this time” he said to you, looking at you with nothing but love and more.

Ever since then you two have been love and it felt like you were home but in a fairytale too.

It's somethin' 'bout the way you catch an attitude 'Bout any little thing that a nigga do

"Fuck you and those niggas!" you yelled at him before walking off in your shared room.

"Man fuck you too! A nigga can't do shit" he yells back following you into the room.

"Yea you can't do shit because your girlfriend asked you to stay home from them hoes you love so much" you say crossing your arms looking up at him.

"C'mon mama y'know ion even like going out forreal" he said rubbing a hand down his face.

"So why you tryna go out now?" you say getting ready to start up another argument.

He starts chuckling at your words seeing where this is going.

Somethin' 'bout how you look when you get to poutin' If you need a nigga to, I'll move a mountain

"Jer baby!" you yell out, laptop in hand, a new coach bag painted on the screen.

He comes in with messy curls, and his eyebags puffy. "What is it mama?" he says rubbing his eyes.

"Did you just wake up?" you ask looking at him infront of you.

"Mhm, you called for me" he said making his way to lay right next you.

You chuckle at his repetitive actions. "Well can I get this purse pleaseee" you say showing him the screen.

He sighs, drops his head into his hand before looking at you, "baby you already have like more than I can count" he mumbles out.

You look down at him, pouting your lips instinctively with your puppy dog eyes, "pleasee Jer" you plead out.

He sighs once more knowing he can't say no to his baby.

These hoes don't make a nigga get that feeling

You and Jermajesty weren't talking at the moment and he tried his hardest to keep moving on, multiple girls each time, but his mind always trailed back to you. Then he would be stuck in his head comparing you and whatever girl was infront of him.

Jermjaesty was glaring at you from across the club as you danced with your friends.

"hello?? why'd you stop dancin?" a girl he was dancing with butting into his deep thoughts. He shakes his head before looking down at her.

He scoffed before walking away from her and making his way to you.

It's somethin' 'bout how you kiss me get my dick up

A simple makeout or kiss always ends with jermajesty bending you over.

you guys were at hayvenhurst while the rest of his family was sleep watching a movie, when you gave him a couple a kisses before getting your face pushed into the couch, with your ass in the air.

"Jer! ooohhh f-fuck” you groan into the plush couch.

"Sorry baby, couldn't help it, your lips are so soft" he says shyly thrusting into you, making sure not to wake anyone up.

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[ladiiprada]

His Little Secret — PT 1

Rue and I have been best friends since the fourth grade. My family had relocated to California for my dad's job, the move sucked but did I have a choice? Not at all... But ever since then, you'd think we were sisters the way we've never left each other's sides. We took almost, if not all, every vacation together. She'd come on family vacations with me, and I'd go on her family vacations. Anytime I'd come over, I'd be with her and her family. Either chatting with them, lying in her bed in pure silence with her, playing board games with her family, or even pranking her brother.

Her sexy ass brother...

She had an older brother named Jermajesty. I never really paid much attention to him, truly... to me, he was a background character in my life whom I had occasional conversations with. He was that type of older brother who stayed out the way, who would be everywhere with almost everyone in town somehow. I used to think he was intimidating when I was little.

Until a certain night, I started to really notice him. His looks, the way his slight bulging biceps would flex whenever he'd pick something up, or crossed his arms against his chest–whew shit, it made me feel something in my stomach. His full, plump lips... the way different types of lighting made him either look like a cute and innocent guy, to something handsome as fuck and sexy. His mannerisms, his low voice whenever he was tired but continued to engage in conversations. And that's when I realized... I was falling for my bestfriend's older brother.

Rue and I never got to that conversation about her brother being off-limits, especially considering how long we've been friends. But anytime I'd see him, he'd be with his girlfriend. Until they broke up, recently, he'd come to me to rant about her, although I didn't like hearing about it, my feelings getting in the way of actually understanding him, I still pretended like I was listening. "She was such a lovely girl, I don't know why she'd do that to me. Brooke, is there something wrong with me? Like every time, this shit always happens to me. Why me?" He ranted, sitting against his gaming chair while I sat in his bed.

"I don't think it's you, per se, Maj. I think it's them. I believe that you're just too nice, you let them walk all over you." I replied. I was just spewing somewhat bullshit, I didn't really know what else to say. "Maybe you should give it another try with her,"

NOT. What the fuck am I even saying?

"Or... better yet, try to find someone new who actually gets you."

He looked back at me, running his hand down his face and groaning. "I don't know, B. I don't think I wanna start with her again, or anyone new for that matter."

"Then don't. Take a break from dating."

And he did... for a bit until I caught myself calling and texting way too much. I mean we were close but this...? We barely did any of this. I started to notice how he looked at me whenever we'd be alone. Keeping heavy eye contact with me, that made me slightly nervous. That cute gap of his showing as he smiled while he reassured me whenever he saw me getting flustered.

"Brooke, why are you always so nervous around me now?" He smiled, placing his hand on the ridge of my kneecap.

"Um. If I'm gonna be honest, it's cause... I really like you. Mainly because of that, but also because I feel like Rue's gonna find out." I looked over at him as I rested my head against the headrest, a grin plastered on my lips as I confessed what ran through my mind.

He chuckled softly, turning towards me. "I figured you liked me."

"And what makes you say that?"

"Every time we're with my sister and you're talking, whenever I look at you, you trip over your words. Before we got close, you never did that until maybe a few weeks ago to a month. I just never said anything."

I looked away smiling—the silence was loud. The AC blew out, filling the silence in the car. He reached over to me, his large hand grabbing my face softly, resting on my chin and turning my head to look back at him. If that didn't make me clench around nothing... fuck me.

I started to blush hella, developing more feelings for him right then and there. Not too long after, he took me back home because he had to pick Rue up from work since her car was in the shop.

CAST

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[ladiiprada]

𐙚⋆.˚CAST

JERMAJESTY JACKSON | 25, rue's older brother

BROOKE STERLING | 23, rue's bestfriend

RUE JACKSON | 23, brooke's bestfriend + jermajesty's younger sister

IN WHICH, brooke had been around rue and jermajesty her practically her whole life, never paying attention to jermajesty until one moment, something snapped in her as she laid eyes on him during a certain night.

partone

contains: long + short smut scenes, oral sex scenes (f & m receiving), blowjobs, angst, unprotected & protected sex, sneaking around, the two of them almost being caught, fluff (prob more stuff i js gotta think).

short summary i know, trying to switch things up since i kinda have a bigger following than on wattpad.. so i'm republishing a story that kinda blew up (ig) on here, hopefully u guys like it heh, love u guys bunchesss.

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[angelfacediary]

Me watching ppl complaining abt mature era fics where he spoils you bc it's not realistic but I could've sworn it was called fan FICTION

[jks-luvr]

fic idea: jermajesty usually soft with reader, but one week she’s been having by a really bad attitude, jermajesty is fed up, teaches her a “lesson” puts her through the mattress. Dom Jermajesty.

𝟏𝟖+ (3.0k)

𝒿ermajesty 𝒿ackson x 𝒻em!reader. unprotected sex (wrap it up pls). softdom!jermajesty. sub!reader. dirty talk. praising. creampie. overstim. clit play. fingering. use of daddy. spanking.

🗣️: guys I dont even know what to say🥹 thank you so much for 500+ followers!! it means the world to me, I love each and every one of you DOWNNN. thank you thank you thank youuuu! this should've been posted last week...but its fine. Im pretty sure I did something like this before, but who's another one going to hurt! anyways, pleaseeee dont kill me! I think I need a small break from writing just for a bit. I feel like I need to get my mh and myself together, and I cant perfect my craft if there's a bunch of shit going on! I will definitely be active, just bare with me y'all 🫠

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“yo, what is your issue?” jermajesty asked, his patience wearing thin.

he’s tried almost everything he could think of to get through to you—lunch dates, shopping sprees, bouquets of flowers, cutes notes, breakfast in bed, foot massages.

hell, he even offered to help take your braids down and wash your hair. he couldn’t understand why you’d been giving him hell, and with every passing hour, his frustration only grew.

you were standing in your shared kitchen when he walked up to you, a wine glass in your left hand and your phone on tiktok in your right. you were sipping on some italian wine his mom had gifted you both for your anniversary.

you paused mid sip and set your phone down. “what fucking issue, jermajesty?”

he shook his head, kissing his teeth as he stepped closer. “you see how you talk to me? being mad disrespectful, for what?”

his eyes scanned your frame, taking in the leopard print nightgown that stopped right above your thighs, displaying your legs perfectly.

“how am i talking to you? you’re just here complaining,” you snapped back. “doing the most.”

jermajesty’s jaw tightened. without another word, he closed the space between you, took the wine glass out of your hand, and set it down hard on the counter right next to your phone.

“why do you keep playing with me?” he asked, his voice dropping into that quiet tone he only used when he was completely out of patience. “this a game to you?”

his hand slid up your neck to guide your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. you tried to pull back, but his thumb pressed firmly into your jawline, holding you dead still.

he stepped closer, crowding you right up against the kitchen island until your back pressed against it. your eyes instantly dropped down, away from his. 

“no, it’s not a game, jermajesty,” you mumbled, trying to keep the attitude in your voice. he was usually the sweet one, the one who brushed off your mood swings, kissed your forehead, whispered promises and would probably let you get away with murder.

“look at me. i asked you a question,” he said, “i’ve been trying all week—all fucking week to make you happy. you don’t wanna talk? fine, but don't start that childish shit with me.” he was frustrated, but he wasn’t trying to hurt you. he loved you too much for that.

your shoulders dropped and your voice softened, “baby i'm not—”

“nah. don’t ‘baby’ me now,” he cut in, his grip on your jaw tightening just enough to pull your face right up to his. “you had all day to call me ‘baby.’” his eyes darkening as they tracked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. 

your eyes snapped back to his, his free hand slid down to your ass, his fingers digging into the plush of your skin and pulling you flush against him. he felt the quick hitch in your chest, heard the soft exhale that slipped past your lips, and his eyes narrowed.

“oh,” he breathed, a low hum echoing from his chest as he realized what was happening. “so that’s what this is? you acting up just cause you want dick?”

“jermajesty, no—”

“yeah, okay,” he whispered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned down, brushing his mouth softly against yours before pulling back just enough to look at you. “c’mere.”

he slid his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet bridal style as he guided you into the bedroom. pushing the door halfway shut behind him with his foot. the room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the hallway light spilling through the crack.

he walked you right up to the edge of the bed, “strip.” his voice leaving no room for argument. you looked up at him, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the warm beat beneath his shirt.

jermajesty stayed right between your knees, his hands resting firmly on the top of your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted you. 

your breath hitched, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached down to grab the silk hem of your gown. slowly, you pulled it up over your stomach and chest, pulling it over your head and letting it drop onto the floor beside the bed. 

jermajesty’s eyes tracked every inch of movement, his gaze drank you in. a quiet exhale slipped past his lips, his hands sliding higher up your bare thighs, pulling forward until his body was against yours.

“that's my baby,” he whispered, leaning down to press another tender kiss under your jaw, his lips lingering against your skin as his hands moved around to gather you up and ease you back flat onto the mattress. “now show me you're ready to listen.”

“you know i love you, right?” leaning in to press a kiss to the side of your neck, making you shiver. his thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles into your skin.

he slid his hand up your body, his rings cold against your skin. “open.” he drags his middle and ring finger against your bottom lip. you opened your mouth without a second thought, taking his fingers past your lips. jermajesty watched you intently, his heavy gaze locked on yours as he slowly rolled his fingers over your tongue—a satisfied hum vibrated in his chest.

“good baby,” he whispered, his voice thick and quiet against the stillness of the room.

he slid his fingers out, leaving your lips slick, before dragging that same hand down the column of your throat, over your collarbone, and straight down the center of your stomach.

“you had me fucked up all week, you know that?” leaning down so his chest pressed lightly against yours, pinning you softly into the mattress. “driving me crazy mama..making me overthink.”

“i’m sorry,” your voice barely above a whisper as your hands slid up to wrap around the back of his neck, feeling the smooth fade of his hair. “i was just being stubborn.”

“i know,” he said, a faint smile playing on his lips as he nuzzled his nose against yours. “that's why I'm gonna take my time with you tonight.”

his free hand moved to your thigh, hooking under your knee and gently guiding your leg wider, opening you up completely to him. he shifted his weight, pressing his hips firmly against yours until you could feel every inch of how bad he wanted you.

“you going to show me how sorry you are?” he asked, his thumb lightly caressing your inner thigh, his eyes searching yours for permission. the way your breath caught and your hips lifted toward his was all the response he needed.

jermajesty moved his hand higher up your inner thigh, purposely avoiding where you needed him most. he took his time, using his thumb to trace slow circles along the crease of your hip, making you shift restlessly beneath him.

he leaned down until his lips hovered above yours. when your eyes met his, he finally closed the distance, capturing your mouth. his tongue slow and thorough as he drank you in. an involuntary whimper escaped your throat into his mouth, your hands tangling tight into his hair to keep him close.

he broke the kiss just enough to trail his lips down your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses along your throat, hitting that soft spot right beneath your ear that always made you shiver. his hand sliding slowly up your ribs, his thumb brushing over the peak of your breast.

he lowered his head further, taking one soft nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling gently around it while his fingers finally slid down, sinking into the wet heat between your thighs.

you let out a quiet breath as his touch sent a pulse of heat straight through you. his fingers moved in slow rhythms, setting a pace that had your back arching against the mattress.

he kept his gaze locked onto yours, watching every micro expression on your face as he fingered you. every time a soft gasp slipped from your lips, a subtle smile touched the corners of his mouth.

his thumb working in small circles over your clit. your hands slid down his back. he could feel the slight tremble running through your thighs, the way your body was tighten up around his touch.

his fingers slid deeper as you pulsed around his touch. he paused just for a second, letting you feel his palm resting against your core, before resuming those slow strokes that had your head rolling back into the pillow.

his thumb applied just a fraction more pressure against your clit, your breath hitched sharply in your chest, a broken gasp escaping your lips as your inner muscles clamped tight around his fingers. a rush of heat crashed over you, starting deep in your belly. your back arched up off the bed, your thighs shaking violently.

jermajesty didn't pull away, he held you through it. his fingers continuing a gentle motion to ride out your release until your body slowly eased back down into the mattress, soft and completely breathless beneath him.

he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, and finally against your flushed cheek. his thumb stroked gently along your cheekbone, “there she is,” he whispered affectionately as he looked down at your ruined expression. “you still mad?”

you shook your head weakly, “good,” his hands moving down to remove his sweats. without giving you a second to catch your breath, jermajesty slid his hands beneath your hips and flipped you seamlessly onto your stomach.

your knees instinctively buckled into the soft mattress, your chest pressing flat against the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. his chest pressing firm against your spine for a second as his large hands gripped the sides of your waist.

he pulled your hips back and up, positioning you right where he wanted you. “think you forgot who your man was for a minute.” he purred right into your ear, his breath searing against your skin as his hand slid down to deliver a firm slap to your ass. the sound echoed sharply through the quiet bedroom.  a loud gasp flew from your throat at the sting, your hips instinctively twitching.

he aligned himself and drove into you. “wait! oh, fuck—jermajesty!” you squealed, your fingers clawing at the bedsheets as your head buried into the pillow.

the fullness of him made your eyes water, setting off a chain reaction of loud, unfiltered moans that filled the entire room.

“yeah?” he scoffed softly, his voice dripping with a condescending satisfaction. dragging out almost completely before sinking all the way back in. “this what you wanted all week? acting like a spoiled brat just so i’d fuck you like this?”

each powerful thrust pushed you forward into the bed, your body completely at the mercy of his hands holding your hips locked into place. he wasn't being mean, but he was giving it to you so good, hitting that exact deep spot over and over again until you couldn't form a single coherent thought.

“i'm—i'm sorry! ughhh, jermajesty, please!” you sobbed out, your voice high, breathless, and trembling. “i'm s-so sorry, daddy, i'm sorryyy…” that word hit him like a lightning bolt. jermajesty’s hands tightened their grip on your hips, his thumbs digging deep into your skin as his pace suddenly snapped into something ruthless, his hips slamming hard against yours.

“what you sorry for?” he gritted out,

“i-i’m sorry f-for—fuckkk, baby, i'm sorry!” you cried out. your loud, desperate whines filling the room with every hard snap of his hips. you couldn't hold back if you tried, he was hitting you so deep that your whole frame was shaking violently under him.

“is it good mama? hm? tell me honey,” jermajesty hummed, leaning over your back to press his face into the side of your neck, his lips brushing your ear as he drove you deeper and deeper into the mattress. “my pretty baby...taking her dick so good.”

“you know this shit yours right?” you began to lose your arch, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “nuh-uh no running.” jermajesty’s hands hooked tight around your waist, yanking your hips right back up into position before you could slip flat against the bed. slamming back into you, the bed groaning with every thrust. 

“d-daddy, please—i can't, it's too much!” you sobbed fingernails digging deep into the fitted sheets.

“yes you can,” jermajesty replied cockly. he pulled out almost all the way, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, before driving all the way back in until his hips flushed hard against yours, slowing down his pace. “look at you...crying and making all this noise. you gonna behave for me now?”

“yesyes! i–i promise! ” you cried out, your head rolling back against his shoulder as another wave of pleasure ripped through you. “gonna make me cum on this fucking dickkkk…” 

jermajesty hissed at the feeling of you clenching down on him, “feel so fucking good,” his hips rolling flush against yours and driving into you until every inch of his length pressed against your cervix.

“you’re so creamy angel.” he reached one hand down beneath your stomach, his long fingers finding your swollen clit and applying a pressure that matched the rhythm of his hips.

the combination of his slow grinds and his fingers working your center pushed you over the edge. your body clamped down on him like a vise, your entire frame shook as a massive orgasm crashed through you, milking him for everything he had.

jermajesty let out a whine at the suction. he buried himself as deep as he could go, locking your hips tight against his, forehead resting against your shoulder as he filled you with his seed.

he pulled back, slowly slipping out of your tight, twitching heat with a quiet, wet sound that echoed in the heavy air.

before you could completely collapse into the mattress, jermajesty’s large hands slid under your waist and turned you over onto your back. you flopped back against the pillows, breathless, flushed, and completely unraveled.

he didn't give you time to collect yourself. jermajesty shifted up between your legs, he took his tip and began dragging it slowly up and down your swollen sensitive clit.

“shit—maj,” you gasped, your hips automatically jumping at the feeling, your hands flying up to grip his biceps.

“mhmm,”  he hummed softly, a cocky smirk touching his lips as he watched your eyes roll back. “so obsessed with this pretty pussy…” he rubbed himself over you again, teasing you right on the edge. “gonna give you whatever you ask for.” 

you whined, your toes curling as the overstimulation sent electric shocks straight down your thighs. “please, baby...put it back in…”

he hooked both of your legs up over his shoulders, lifting your lower back off the bed with a pillow so you were folded wide open beneath him. holding your knees firmly in place, jermajesty leaned down, his eyes locking onto yours as he lined himself up and sank all the way back in.

“oh, god—” you gasped, your back arching off the mattress as the size of him filled you up all over again. with your legs pinned over his shoulders, every single stroke hit impossibly deep, stretching you completely around him.

“you like that, mama?” jermajesty hummed.

“yes—ugh! baby, yes!” you cried out, your hands reaching up blindly to clutch at the headboard. he smirked down at you, enjoying every second of watching his sweet, loud baby. “look at you...shit—taking your dick like a good girl.”

“jermajesty...oh! you feel so gooddd,” you sobbed out, your hips involuntarily rising to meet his thrusts, completely addicted to the feeling of him.

“i know pretty girl,” he cooed, his tone softening as he leaned down, resting his forearms on either side of your head while his hips kept up that deep rhythm. 

his lips brushed against yours, tasting the breathless sighs slipping from your mouth. “daddy got you, ma. take it for me.”

your hands moved up from the sheets to clutch your chest, your nails digging into the skin as another wave of heat began to coil tight in your stomach.

“jermajesty... wait, fuckkk, i'm gonna—” you gasped, your voice cracking as your head rolled back into the pillow, your thighs shaking violently where they rested against his shoulders.

“shittttt mama,” he growled softly right against your ear, his pace snapping into faster and harder thrusts that hit your gspot with precision. “cum on your dick.”

you screamed out his name. your body locking up tight around him, clamping onto his length. feeling your inner walls squeezing him so tight, “just like that, yeahhh.”

he let out a loud moan against your neck, his hands gripping your legs, pouring inside you again while you both rode out your orgasms together. 

he held you tight against him as the aftershocks finally began to fade. slowly, he unhooked your legs from his shoulders and eased them down, letting your feet rest flat on the mattress.

“you good?” he asked softly, his forearms resting on either side of your head, just breathing you in.

“perfect…” you sighed, your eyes barely open, completely exhausted and fucked out. a genuine smile touched his lips as he leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, then to your nose, before slowly slipping out of you.

you let out a tiny whine at the sudden emptiness, but he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest, tucking your head right under his chin.

he reached over to grab the blanket, pulling it all the way up over both of your shoulders to trap the warmth around you.

“i love you, baby,” jermajesty whispered, his hand gently stroking your braids, “stop being a brat, alright?”

you giggled, “i love you too, daddy,” you mumbled into his chest, as you finally let your eyes close.

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⋆˚𖤓˖° I MISS YOU | headcanons

first headcanon everrr... + kinda back from my break (not even.. hah but enjoy)

ex!jermajesty stares at the old pictures of you and him, taking in that beautiful smile of yours that always made his heart skip a beat.

ex!jermajesty is drunk, calling you crying begging for you to come back, "every time i lay at night, all i do is cry. baby, i miss you, i love you, baby. come back, please..."

ex!jermajesty he'd drive past your house almost every other week, seeing a new car in the driveway that wasn't yours, making him feel weak.

ex!jermajesty he'd listen to a song that once was your guys' theme song, tears welling up in his eyes at the thought of you.

ex!jermajesty he'd hear some slipups from a friend of his about you, hearing that you "moved on" from him.

ex!jermajesty he'd go to the club, finding girls to talk to just to get you off of his mind.

ex!jermajesty he'd somehow get through to you through messages, texting you again to see how you felt about him still, "are we still cool, y/n...? i really don't want you out my life, i want us to work out please."

ex!jermajesty although you blocked him... again after entertaining his pleas to take him back, he'd find himself texting you, "i miss you so badly., i'm still in love with you, baby., i wish you were still mine, i'd do anything to have you back, y/n."

ex!jermajesty parties with his friends/brothers but eventually ends up sitting down being a party pooper because of his feelings, nothing but you and the way your laughter and smile lit up a room while partying with him on his mind.

ex!jermajesty he goes back to the first place where you two had your first date + where he asked you if he could be your boyfriend, sitting on a blanket you'd gifted him and watching the stars, a thing you loved to do.

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[jaafarswifeyyy]

happy 30th birthday angel🥹🩵

[suntinted]

[jacks0nbaby]

"Why doesn't no one talk much about otw michael/afro michael" bc #they don't like remembering that he's black helllooooooooooo

[kissmyglxck]

LOLL , that’s dadaman so I never gave a fuck.

[ladiiprada]

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synopsis: you got a tongue piercing, which caused you to stop doing anything that had to do with sex or even regular kissing. that had jermajesty irritated for the remainder of the healing process, he was counting down til the day it was fully done healing. after 8 weeks were up, he finally made his move.

contains: spit as lube, m!receivingoral, brief arguing, begging!jermajesty

a/n: this gonna be real short (most likely) and this was based off my tongue piercing cause this bitch hurt so bad and im only on day 6... 💔

Your tongue piercing finally healed after 8 loooong weeks, it felt like fucking hell, not being able to eat all the foods you want, the alcoholic drinks, having to stop smoking for 8 weeks? Fucking tortuous. Jermajesty had been acting miserable for those 8 weeks, complaining and arguing with you because you wouldn't give in for at least a kiss or head, he was a pathetic manchild for that entire time period.

“Babe, I doubt anything is gonna happen. Please, just a little something?” He begged, genuinely getting on his knees in front of you as you sat on the couch. You looked down at him like he was crazy, which he was.

“Boy, get the fuck up. I’m not giving you head, I’m not risking this just for 1 minute of pleasure,” his large hands dropped from your knees, his begging expression dropping from his face and turning into irritation. “You so fucking aggravating, damn. Don’t even worry about it.” He grumbled out as he stood up, walking out of the living room.

Finally, at the 9 week mark, he came back to you with caution. You were laying in bed, eating some chips, your fingers stained red from the hot takis. “Baby…” he trailed on, walking slowly into the room as if he was walking on a hot floor of coal. “Can we, you know…” he gestured with his head and his hand. 

“Maj, come here.” You adjusted yourself in the bed, placing your bag of chips down, going to wash your hands. As you did that, he kicked his shoes off, hopping onto the plush, king-sized mattress. His hands began to fall down to his belt, until you stopped him. “Aht, lemme do that. You just sit there and wait for me.”

After you dried your hands off, you got on the bed, placing yourself in front of him. Your hands rested against his clothed dick, making him let out a deep groan. As the noise of his belt fills the silence of the room, the belt buckle clinking as you drop it to the floor, he swallows hard, following each and every movement you make. “You better enjoy this shit too, while you been out here begging and acting like a kid.” 

“I–I’mma enjoy this, ma, I swear.” He breathed out, already clenching onto the sheets.

You pulled down his pants, boxers included, his thick, veiny, and long dick springing out. His tip was spilling out precum. You positioned yourself in a comfortable position, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, your touch alone made him hiss and whine, something he’d been missing for a while.

“Shit, I’m so ready for this.” He muttered, his eyes on you.

You lowered your head down, sticking your tongue out to lick around the tip first, slightly teasing him. The feeling of the ball of your tongue ring made him gasp, “Oh shit–”, gripping the sheets tighter. He swallows hard once more, the warmth of your mouth wraps around him, one hand of his letting go of the sheets and going through your hair. His hips bucked up involuntarily as you begin to take him deeper, hitting the back of your throat. Then, his eyes roll back, feeling his self control slipping as you bob your head faster. “Fuck, baby… right there, just like that, yes…”

He groaned out loudly as your tongue swirls around his sensitive tip, the tongue ring making each lick extra stimulating. He felt his dick throbbing inside of your mouth and against your tongue. He gripped your hair a bit more, giving you those gentle tugs you love. “Shh–shit,” he hissed again, his mouth opening at each pass. “Baby, baby, don’t stop… please.”

He watches as your saliva coats his throbbing cock, making it slick and glisten. The wet sounds fill the room–schlick, schlick, schlick, – as you continue to bob your head. He could feel the spit dripping down his shaft, pooling around his balls. As you stroked him, you licked around his balls, that piercing scraping against it perfectly, making him moan out loudly. That piercing on your tongue makes him twitch, moan, and whine. “Oh my fuckin’– SHIT!”

His abdomen begins to tighten, his legs and toes tensing up as you continue to suck him off, clearly enjoying the first time of getting head after 8 weeks. His balls draw up tight and he knows he’s close to exploding in your mouth. “Baby, wait– please, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He whined, trying to push your head off, but failing badly. “Baby, please stop, I’m gonna cum, “I’m gonna––” his stomach clenches, body shaking intensely as a high moan escapes his throat as his hot, sticky seed is being spewed down your throat. He moans your name as if it was a prayer, his hips involuntarily bucking up twice.

His softening cock slips from your mouth, a string of cum and saliva connecting your lips to his tip before breaking. He reaches down, gently wiping the excess from your chin with his thumb before bringing it to your lips.

“You satisfied now, you crybaby?” You teased him, sitting up as he lays back against the headboard completely spent and exhausted.

“Yeah, I definitely am satisfied, thank you baby.

another a/n: this is my last fic for a while, as i do have to focus on my mental health and go through grief counseling for a while, i just wanted to say thank you guys for supporting my fics, i’ll always come back and interact of course or make fics whenever i can! i can’t guarantee that they’ll be long but whenever im in the mood and i feel up for it, i most definitely will make fics when that time comes. i love u guys 😘

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