ྀིྀིsynopsis: for the past week you’ve been nothing but cold to jermajesty—yelling at him over the smallest things, accusing him of whateverthefuck, and straight-up ignoring him. you can’t seem to figure out why you’re acting like this, but he can, and already has. what can he do, other than put you in your place?
ωarnings: unprotected p in v fingering oral ( f!receiving ) spit cussing multiple positions ( reader being put in a headlock ) dom!jermajesty sub!reader toxic!reader established relationship
you sat on the couch, arms folded, lips pouting as jermajesty walked through the front door. he wordlessly took off his shoes and walked past you to hang up his coat.
“why haven’t you been answering your phone?” you said, watching him head straight for the bedroom.
he replied in a tired voice, “i was at work. i had a client show up late.”
you hopped off the couch and followed, stopping at the bedroom doorway. “what other excuses do you have? i’m sick of the bullshit.”
jermajesty turned, forcing his eyebrows together in confusion. “what excuses? stop trying to blow shit out of proportion. you sound dumb. i. was. at. work.”
you scoffed, leaning against the doorframe. “well, who were you with?”
jermajesty grabbed a towel from the dresser, ready for a much-needed shower. “my coworkers. who else would i be with—” he cut himself off before trying to explain himself any further. not at all in the mood to entertain your bullshit.
“listen. i’m tired, my body hurts, and i gotta do the same shit again tomorrow. i wasn’t doing anything i wasn’t supposed to. and i apologize for not answering when you texted me. but you can’t just sit up here and call me a liar. because i’m not. i go to work every day, just to buy you the shit you want, to provide for the both of us.”
he paused, waiting for you to respond, but you just stared at the wall, your expression still annoyed but starting to soften a bit.
jermajesty leaned against the dresser, shoulders slouched. “are you done? i need to shower.”
he watched your eyes trail from his plump lips down to his hand which held his towel. you licked your lips before exhaling irritably and muttering, “whatever, maj.”
jermajesty paused, then his eyebrows raised, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “ohh, i see. wait till i get out of the shower.”
he brushed past you, his arm grazing yours as he headed to the bathroom with his towel. you watched him close the door, the click echoing in the quiet apartment.
you stood there for a moment, a little thrown off, wondering what he meant. you walked to the bed and sat on the edge, fingers tracing the pattern on the woven throw blanket. you thought about your words, the whole back and forth. deep down you didn’t even know why you were pressed—maybe you just needed something from him, needed that connection. but saying sorry first wasn’t your style, and he knew it.
your fingers stopped about 20 minutes later when you heard the bathroom door creak open. footsteps came down the hall. you glanced away from the full-length mirror and saw jermajesty in the doorway, in just a pair of boxers with his towel draped over his shoulder. he stepped into the room, tossing his dirty clothes into the corner hamper, and turned to you. “do you still have an attitude?”
“i don’t have an attitude, jermajesty. i’m sick of you lying to me,” you replied nonchalantly, but he could see through you.
the whole situation confused him. he’d been nothing but faithful and hadn’t given you any reason to doubt him. at this point, jermajesty knew you were just trying to get under his skin, to get what you truly wanted.
jermajesty paused in the doorway, his eyes locked onto yours, then he let the towel drop onto the floor. he crossed the room deliberately, dropping down beside you on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. you shifted closer, feeling the warm heat coming off his bare skin, his thigh brushing yours. he leaned forward a little, clasping his hands, studying your face.
“what’s the problem?” he asked, voice softer. “you want something from me?”
jermajesty gently reached out, sliding one hand around your waist, fingers splaying wide and firm against the small of your back. he pulled you closer until your bodies aligned, then dipped his head, pressing soft, lingering kisses across your cheek, along your jaw, and down the curve of your neck. you let the softest moan slip from your lips, barely audible. your body was betraying you, arching just a fraction toward his mouth on your neck. jermajesty knew exactly what you wanted. you knew, he knew. but you also knew that he wouldn’t give it to you until you used your—
“words, baby. tell me what you want. i’ll give you whatever you want. i promise,” is what he muttered against your lips after allowing your bottom lip to slip away from his mouth.
jermajesty pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, a slow smirk curling onto his lips. one hand still rested on your waist while his other thumb traced lazy arcs under the hem of your baby tee, teasing your skin. “hm? i’m waiting.”
“i-i just miss you. you’re never home.”
“but that doesn’t mean you get to blow up at me and make shit up because you feel a certain way, mama. communicate with me.”
“now give me a kiss,” he murmured as he closed the gap between the two of you and pulled you into a kiss. his large hand gripped your neck as his wet lips placed sloppy kisses around your mouth, then back to practically make out with the spot behind your ear, which pulled a moan from you.
you held onto his forearm when he tightened his grip on your neck and continued his attack on your spot, making you squirm and writhe against the mattress. jermajesty made love to your neck in hopes that him laying you against the mattress would go unnoticed and allow him to continue his ministrations.
pulling away for a second, he guided you to scoot up until you were in the middle of the bed. his knees dipped into the bed while still in front of you. jermajesty’s hands slid up and down your clothed thighs while the two of you made eye contact.
“maj, take ’em off. please?” you begged eagerly, which caused him to smirk and move his hands toward the waistband of your leggings. you assisted him by lifting your legs and allowing the pants to easily slide down and be tossed elsewhere in the bedroom—along with your panties.
jermajesty pushed your legs back and signaled you to hold them against your chest. getting comfortable on his stomach, face to face with your soaking wet pussy. his mouth watered at the sight alone, a quiet hunger sparking in his chest as he took in your vulnerable beauty.
his fingers reached up, teasing your clit with slow, deliberate circles, each touch sending a shiver through you. he hummed in satisfaction, his voice a low, warm rumble. “you want me to kiss it, don’t you, baby.” it was more of a statement than a question. he knew exactly what you wanted.
you nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, a soft, whiny whimper trembling in your throat as your eyes fluttered with need. jermajesty continued rubbing your clit, his touch lingering and precise, drawing out your quiet gasps before he slid his middle and index fingers inside you. the stretch of his long, skilled fingers, moving in and out with a slight curl, pulled a high, needy whimper from your lips. the sound of your wetness filled the air, a slick, rhythmic melody that amazed him, unlike anything he’d ever heard, each motion deepening the intimate spell woven between the two of you.
then, with a slow, deliberate lean, jermajesty brought his mouth closer, his breath warm and teasing against your skin, sending a shiver rippling through your body before his lips even made contact. he placed gentle, warm, and wet kisses on your clit, each one soft and precise, a tender caress that sparked a quiet fire deep within your core. the soft, slick sounds of his kisses filled the hushed room, each one pulling a trembling, whiny gasp from your lips, your breath catching in the quiet. your fingers tightened in the sheets, your grip fragile and desperate, nails digging into the cool cotton as you fought to stay still under the slow, teasing rhythm of his mouth, your body quivering with the effort to hold back your instinctive need for more.
“it’s so pretty and wet, mama. all for me?” jermajesty asked against your clit. he closed his eyes with a deep, appreciative moan. he could scarcely fathom that a woman might become so aroused by him alone. you continued to amaze him in more ways than one.
“all yours,” you somehow managed to push out, your voice breathy and strained. your eagerness sent your heart thumping vigorously against your ribcage, while your heavy, labored breathing only intensified the overwhelming sensation. you watched as he glided his free hand upward along the soft plane of your stomach, ascending until his palm encountered the gentle swell of your covered breast.
jermajesty gently tugged at the delicate fabric of your tank top, drawing it aside just enough to expose your breast to the cool air. his fingers brushed teasingly over your hardened nipple, sending sparks of pleasure cascading through you until you writhed beneath him, utterly consumed by the multitude of sensations that threatened to pull you under.
suddenly he pulled his mouth away, along with his fingers, the sudden absence leaving you aching and empty. jermajesty watched your brow furrow and a soft pout form on your lips in pure, utter confusion, a quiet warmth flickering in his eyes at the sight. his hands trailed slowly up and down the backs of your thighs, warm palms gliding over your skin as he spoke, voice low and steady.
“you know i love you, right, ma?”
your chest rose and fell fervently, still catching your breath, and you nodded your head eagerly, the words tumbling out in a soft, rushed whisper.
“yes, yes, baby, i know.”
“so why you actin’ like that, huh?” jermajesty’s voice was low and warm as he leaned down, placing soft, wet kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. he bit and sucked gently, trailing lower with each press of his mouth, closer and closer to where you wanted him most, the heat of his breath making your hips twitch. you exhaled slowly, trying to mask the growing irritation coiling tight inside you, your voice coming out soft and a little strained.
“you don’t gotta lie to me, mama.” he snickered, lowering his head and sucking your clit into his wet and warm mouth, moaning as he did so. the sudden action sucked the air from your lungs. he pulled away with a pop, then spit, watching it drip down your pussy. he leaned in and dragged his tongue in one long, slow stroke from your entrance all the way up to your clit, then did it again, slower, letting the wet flat of his tongue linger so you felt every second.
his fingers followed just as unhurried. two of them pressed against your opening, circling, teasing, then sank in with a deliberate push that made you feel the stretch inch by inch. he curled them gently, finding that soft spot inside and rubbing it in slow, deep strokes while his mouth closed over your clit once again. he sucked lightly at first, then a little firmer, his skilled tongue circling in lazy, wet patterns that made soft, filthy, pornographic sounds fill the quiet room.
“oohh shit.” you greedily gasped for air as you tried your best to hold your position. spit and your slick mixed and dripped down his chin, but he didn’t wipe it away. he kept up with his ministrations, fingers pumping in a slow, steady rhythm, the wet squelch of them loud every time he pulled almost all the way out and slid back in. he took his time tasting you, tongue dipping lower to lap at where his fingers disappeared, then back up to suck your clit again with soft, wet pulls that left you trembling.
he pulled his fingers almost all the way out again, watching the way your pussy clenched around nothing for a second, then sank them back in deeply and slowly, curling hard enough to make your stomach jump. his tongue flattened and licked broad and lazy over everything, collecting every drop like he didn’t want to waste it.
your fingers tightened in the sheets, hips twitching despite how hard you tried to stay still. “don’t stop… please… it feels so good… you’re gonna make me—ah—”
just as your orgasm was about to wash over, he pulled away. jermajesty sat back just enough to watch your face, his lips and chin still soaked with your juices. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then reached down and shoved his boxers off. his thick dick sprang free and slapped heavy against his stomach, hard and leaking at the tip.
you looked at him with irritation written all over your face, brows furrowed, lips still parted from how close you’d been. jermajesty smiled, leaning down to roughly cup your face in one hand and pull you closer. he kissed you hard and deep for a second, tasting yourself on his tongue, then pulled back just enough to spit into your open mouth. he watched it land and slide down your throat, then pressed soft, wet kisses down the side of your neck, lingering for a moment before he pulled away completely.
“fix your face,” he said, voice low and amused. “then turn around and lay on your stomach for me.” you rolled your eyes but listened, shifting onto your stomach and settling into the sheets with a quiet huff. he gripped your hips and lifted your ass up, pushing the small of your back down until you were arched just how he wanted you. his palm stayed firm on your lower back. “hold it.”
he grabbed his dick, stroking himself a few times with his lip tucked between his teeth. jermajesty rubbed his tip through your wet lips, over your clit and down to your entrance. he felt you clench around nothing and slowly nudged his tip inside your pussy while throwing his head back. you let out a whine from the pleasure-filled but burning stretch of his dick pushing into you.
once he was in, jermajesty pulled back before rutting forward with a deep and intense thrust, knocking the air from your lungs. you lost your arch almost immediately—gliding forward into the mattress, making him slip out. jermajesty voiced his concern. “nuh uh,” he shook his head and reached out to pull you up and back into your original position. “i said hold it.”
he teased your entrance once more, gripping your hips to ensure you wouldn’t be going anywhere this time. “put it back in, baby.” you exhaled and reached back to grab his dick, lining it back up with your leaking entrance. this time, he went slower, pulling a whine from your lips as he bottomed out. you clenched around him as he hit one of your many, many spots.
“that’s my good girl… i knew you could take it…” he moaned as he thrust in and out of your sopping wet pussy, rolling his hips with every deep stroke. you let your head drop onto the mattress, eyes squeezed shut and bottom lip caught tightly between your teeth. the creamy ring coating his dick made him shut his eyes and tip his head back toward the ceiling. the way you kept clenching around him made it hard for him to focus on pleasing you instead of cumming too early.
“i—” you started, trying to warn him about the warmth coiling low in your stomach. you reached back until your dominant hand was in contact with his chest, going lower to push at his lower stomach with the little strength you tried to muster up. jermajesty wordlessly swatted your hand. he then raised both hands up from your plump ass to your back, pushing you down into the mattress without breaking his rhythmic thrusts.
jermajesty carefully lifted his arm and enclosed your head between his forearm and bicep. he tightened his grip slightly, pulling you closer so that your head was pressed against his chest. you let out a mewl from the pressure against your throat. that alone pulled you deeper into the euphoric trance that was jermajesty, as he ever so slightly cut off the smallest amount of air allowed to flow into your lungs and out.
he craned his head down so that he was able to get a look at your—what seemed to be—blissed-out facial expression. making his dick pulse with every thrust as you clenched around his thickness, your eyes shut tightly, brows furrowed slightly, and your soft, plump lips formed into that pout that he loved oh so very much. he watched your expressions closely while he hit that gummy spot inside of you repeatedly.
he leaned down closer, his breath ghosting your cheek before placing a soft wet kiss on the flushed and damp skin. “does that feel good, my baby? talk to me, mama,” he let out soft moans against your ear as your cunt swallowed him whole. you were so tight around him, feeling as if you were sucking him in.
you couldn’t form words at first, only a broken sound that vibrated against his forearm—which you were now nearly drooling on. the way he held your head there, forearm flexing just enough to keep a thin thread of air moving through you.
“y-yes,” you finally managed, voice thin and shaky. “feels… so good, daddy. don’t stop—”
jermajesty’s hips stuttered for half a second at the name, a low groan rolling out of him as he pushed in deeper, grinding against your cervix as if he was trying to carve a permanent place for himself there. his free hand slid under your stomach, fingers splaying wide to feel the slight bulge of himself from the outside every time he bottomed out.
“you wanna cum, pretty girl? is that what you want?”
your answer was another helpless mewl as he shifted the angle just a little, the head of his dick kissing that same gummy spot on every upward thrust. the heat of his chest against your back. the wet sound of your cunt greedily taking him. the way his breath hitched every time you fluttered around him.
he let his arm loosen just enough for you to drag in a fuller breath, then tightened again the second you exhaled, keeping you floating in that hazy space where pleasure felt bigger than your body. his thrusts grew heavier, the slap of skin on skin filling the quiet room.
“gonna fill this pretty pussy up,” he promised, lips brushing your temple. he felt it the second your thighs started trembling hard against his—little violent shakes that traveled all the way up into the fluttering grip of your pussy. jermajesty’s hips stilled completely, buried deep, and you made a soft, broken sound of protest.
your head turned just enough to shoot him a frustrated look over your shoulder, your brows furrowed, lips still parted. “why’d you stop…” you complained, trying to push your hips back onto him.
he only pressed a firm hand to your lower back, pinning you still while he slowly dragged himself out. the wet, obscene slide of his thick dick leaving you made you whimper, walls clenching around nothing. his arm unwrapped from around your neck and he pulled away entirely, cool air kissing the sweat-drenched tank top clinging to your back.
even with your body heavy and trembling, you mustered enough strength to lift your head, eyes soft and needy, silently asking for a kiss. but jermajesty only smiled faintly, hands gentle as he sat you up. he peeled the damp tank top over your head, unhooked your bra, and let both pieces fall somewhere off the bed. then he guided you down onto your side, arranging your legs just so before he settled in behind you.
one strong arm slid under your neck, the other wrapped around your middle, pulling you flush against his chest until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between you. he lined himself up again, the blunt head of his dick nudging against your soaked entrance, and pushed back in with one long, deep thrust that punched a quiet moan out of you.
jermajesty held you tightly, chest to back, as he started fucking into you on your side—slow at first, then rolling and deep, the new angle letting him grind against every sensitive place inside. his breath was warm against your ear. he licked two fingers and brought them to your chest, rubbing slow, slick circles over one sensitive nipple while his hips kept that steady, possessive rhythm.
he kept the same slow rhythm, chest pressed against your back, but his breathing had changed. soft whimpers and quiet moans started slipping into your ear with every thrust.
“feels so good,” he whispered, voice shaky. “your pussy feels so good around me…” another soft moan left him as he pushed in deep again. he felt that he was on the brink of releasing his warm load inside of you but wanted nothing more than for you to come first. so he held back as much as he could. he rested his head in the crook of your neck, breath shuddering against your skin with every thrust. soft whimpers and quiet moans kept leaving him, mixing with yours until the sounds blended together into a beautiful melody.
the pressure built until it spilled over. your body tightened around his dick as you came, soft cries mixing with the wet sounds of him still moving into you. jermajesty held you closer, voice low and shaky against your neck. “that’s it… let it out. i got you. keep coming for me…” he kept thrusting slow and deep while you shook through it. “good girl… just like that.” he was close now too, his hips starting to lose their steady rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. soft whimpers left him with every push, his breath hot against your skin.
his orgasm came closer and closer as you clenched and restricted around his length repeatedly while making a mess of the sheets for a third time tonight.jermajesty’s hips stuttered, a broken groan tearing from his throat as he buried himself as deep as he could go and spilled inside you. thick, hot pulses filled you while he held you tight against him, forehead pressed to your shoulder, whispering your name like a prayer between shaky breaths.
he stayed buried only a moment longer, riding out the last waves, then carefully pulled out. a soft rush of warmth followed, mixing with the mess already soaking the sheets. before he could say a word you turned in his arms, pressing yourself against his chest and tucking your face into the warm, sweat-slick corner of his neck. your breathing slowed almost immediately, body going soft and heavy against him as sleep took you.
jermajesty’s arms tightened around you on instinct, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. he opened his mouth, the urge to talk already rising because he was in fact a shit talker at heart—but you were already gone. completely out, lips parted against his damp skin, the steady rise and fall of your chest the only answer he got.
so he swallowed whatever he’d been about to say, a small, fond smile tugging at his mouth as he settled back against the pillows and held you closer. the sheets were ruined, the room still heavy with the heat of what you’d done, but none of it mattered. he simply stayed there, fingers drifting slowly through your hair, listening to you sleep against his neck until his own eyes finally closed too.
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