pairing(s): jermajesty x black f!reader
genre: smut!! (mdni), jealous boyfriend, short story.
warnings: smut (mdni), jermajesty is older (reader is only 5 years younger.) toxic! jermajesty, mean!jermajesty (still loves you), explicit language, aggressive behavior, rough car sex, jermajesty is possessive. fingering, choking, spanking, arguing, jermajesty has a big dick! p in v, no protection, creaming & squirting. spit as lube, oral sex, spit kink, degrading kink, praising kink, overall freaky as fuck. <3
summary: YOU and jermajesty had been fighting and ignoring each other for a whole week straight. the silence was heavy and the tension was thick in the house. neither of you wanted to be the first to break. eventually, you got tired of the arguing and the cold shoulders, and decided to get dressed up and sneak out to a party to let off some steam without him knowing.
— THE music was loud and the lights were low. you danced close with other guys, grinding and moving freely like you didn’t have someone waiting at home. you felt eyes on you the whole time. when you turned around, there he was, jermajesty pushing through the crowd, eyes dark with jealousy and rage. he didn’t say a word to the guy you were dancing on. he just snatched him up and started swinging until the guy hit the floor.
before you could react, jermajesty grabbed your wrist tight and dragged you out of the party. “let me go!” you yelled, trying to pull away, but his grip was firm. he walked up to the car & shoved you into the passenger seat and slammed the door, pulling off fast.
“you think this shit is cute?” he snapped, voice sharp as he drove. “dancing all up on other niggas like i wouldn’t know? i been watching your location the whole night.”
“maybe if you wasn’t ignoring me for a whole week i wouldn’t have to do shit like this!” you shot back, still heated. “you been acting distant as hell, jermajesty. i needed to get out the house.”
he laughed without any humor. “get out the house? that’s what you call throwing your ass on the next nigga? you mine. stop playing with me before i really lose it.”
the argument went back and forth the whole drive, voices loud and sharp, until he swerved into a dark abandoned parking lot behind an old warehouse. no lights, no people, just the two of you and thick tension. he killed the engine, reached over, and yanked you into the backseat.
“get over here right now.” he growled, hands already pushing your dress up to your waist. you tried pushing his chest but he caught your wrists. “you really thought you could play me tonight?”
“maybe i should let somebody else have me since you been acting so cold,” you spat, still angry but feeling that familiar heat between you.
his eyes flashed. “say that shit again.” one hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch. with the other he ripped your panties to the side and spit on his fingers before shoving two of them deep inside of you. he pumped them slow then fast, curling them right against that spot that made your toes curl. “this pussy still get wet for me though, don’t it? talking all that shit but you’re still soaking my fingers like a slut.”
you moaned, hips moving against his hand. “fuck… jermajesty—”
“nah, say it right.” he added a third finger, stretching you while his thumb circled your clit. “who this pussy belong to? say it.”
you bit your lip, stubborn. he tightened his grip on your throat and smacked your ass hard. “answer me before i fuck the attitude out of you.”
“yours,” you gasped, legs shaking. “it’s yours, jermajesty.”
“damn right it is.” he pulled his fingers out, smeared your wetness across your lips, then kissed you deep and messy, spitting into your mouth. “open up for me.”
you sucked his fingers clean, glaring up at him. he freed himself — his dick heavy, long, and thick, already throbbing. he stroked it slowly while watching you. “you gon’ take every inch tonight. no running, no tapping out.”
he pushed you back against the seat, spread your legs wide, and spit directly on your pussy. he rubbed his tip up and down your folds before thrusting in deep in one smooth stroke. you cried out at the stretch, nails digging into his arms.
“shit— it’s too big,” you whimpered.
“you can take it, baby. you always take this dick so good,” he groaned, starting with long, deep strokes that rocked the car. “look at you already creaming around me. that’s my pussy. say it while i’m fucking it.”
“it’s your pussy,” you moaned, legs wrapping around him tighter.
he choked you a little harder, lips brushing your ear. “louder. let me hear you ma.” his hips snapped faster, skin slapping loud. every thrust hit deep. he smacked your ass repeatedly, the sting mixing perfectly with the pleasure. “you really thought another nigga could have this? nah. this mine. all this wet shit mine.”
“it’s yours— fuck, right there, jermajesty!”
“that’s my good girl. take this dick just like that.” he pulled out suddenly, making you whine. “now open that pretty mouth. get it wet for me.”
you leaned forward and took him down your throat, sucking sloppily with spit dripping down your chin. he groaned, one hand in your hair as he fucked your mouth slow and deep. “yeah… just like that. nasty ass. sucking me so good after trying to give my shit away.”
he pulled you off with a wet pop, turned you around, and pushed you face down ass up. he spit on your pussy again then slammed back inside, pounding you harder from behind. the new angle had you shaking, squirting around his dick as your moans got louder.
“fuck yes— squirt on this dick again, baby. let it all out.” he kept spanking you, gripping your hips tight while he talked you through it. “breathe for me. that’s it… good girl. you feel so fucking good. keep creaming on me just like that.”
you came hard again, pulsing and soaking the seat. he didn’t stop, fucking you through every wave. “i love this pussy too much to share it. you hear me? don’t ever do that shit again.”
when he finally came, he buried himself deep and filled you up with thick ropes of cum, groaning your name as he held your hips. both of you collapsed in the backseat, breathing heavy, windows completely fogged.
he stayed inside you, pressing kisses to your shoulder, still possessive. “we still got a lot to talk about when we get home… but right now you staying right here with me.”
tags: @leileilala , @mccartneysdoll
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