Jermajesty Jackson x Black!Reader
-summary: you meet a fine man at a club that you believe you can take down, but he shows you exactly what you needed.
-warnings: smut!!!! mdni!! alcohol, unprotected sex, dirty dancing, oral sex (f! receiving), cowgirl, backshots, jermajesty and reader talking cash shit, usage of ‘ma’, lowkey somehow got a little delusional and lovey dovey
-notes: hey yall im back. posting this 20 minutes before i have to get ready for this fuck ass job. ive been busy with family so this took way longer than it should’ve but im satisfied with it. lowkey tired of doing super freaky stuff all the time so my next few posts might be pure fluff and straight angst, i need to feel something. hope you guys like it! please feel free to send in requests or asks. based off of this ask (the pics below are my fit references)
The club was loud, music blasting, boisterous chatter and laughter ringing out. There were bottles being brought to VIP sections, shots poured and chasers following suit. The scent of perfume, alcohol, and the faint smell of weed wafted in from outside.
Jermajesty and his brothers finally had a bit of free time, busy schedules finally slowing down as the weekend started. They had finally wore him down and convinced him to come outside with them rather than stay at home on the game like he normally does on Saturday nights.
The men had bought out a private section, a couple bottles to go around, and invited a few girls up to the section when they walked in. There were two on Randy’s arm, another hanging off of Jaafar, and the last girl had walked away, irritated that Jermajesty wasn’t interested.
It wasn’t like he was outright ignoring her, but he wasn't one to flirt with and fuck just anyone. He engaged in conversation with everyone, took shots with the girl, even let her talk his ear off about her no good ex who allegedly couldn’t fuck her right; it was obvious she wanted him to take that as a hint and leave with her.
He would never admit it aloud, not one to boast much; but he knew from past experiences that he gives great dick, and he wasn't looking for long term; not with her at least. He had no reservations about long term relationships, he just didn’t want them with those specific people; but he was truly a lover boy at heart.
His head bobbed along to the music that the DJ played, another shot warmed his chest, watching a few girls out on the dance floor and near the bar. The ladies were very pretty, long legs, and thick thighs on show while they danced on each other and giggled as they took shots.
He considered bringing one of them up when his attention shifted towards the door. A gorgeous woman with flawless brown skin walked in, phone pressed to her ear. He hadn’t even noticed one of the girls in his section was also on the phone until he heard her say “Look up,” and your eyes shifted to their section, eyes locking with his.
She wore a black two piece set, metal loops cut out and pins going through the material, leaving a perfect view of her belly piercing and a little titty. Her skirt matched, short, just barely covering her ass, thick thighs on show leading down the black heels she wore. Her hair in long, loose curls, a thick bang covering her forehead with her fringe flipped towards her pretty face. Carrying a white, patterned Dior purse, long stiletto nails on display.
Her outfit immediately made her stand out in the sea of the same leather mini skirts and shorts with leather corsets. She didn’t immediately walk to the private section, instead going to the bar to speak to the bartender.
Jermajesty watched her dainty hands pick up a shot glass that was slid toward her, and take the shot with ease, no reaction. She pointed to one of the bottles behind the bartender, plush lips addicting to look at while she spoke. Grabbing her bottle, she finally turned back towards the section where her friend was, taking her time to get there, a groove in her step as she vibed to the beat of the current song that was playing.
“Who is that? She ‘bout fine as hell.” he asked aloud. Her friend giggled, giving him a knowing look. His brothers just laughed, silently agreeing with him.
“That’s my girl, Y/N.” That’s all the girl could say before they noticed you inching closer, her arms out ready to give hugs to her girl. Aaliyah squealed and jumped up to hug her, compliments flying around and catching her up on who she had her coming around.
You turned to look at the three men, all very handsome in the face, dressed well, jewelry shining. They clearly had money, but they weren’t flashy about it. This immediately made you relax just a tad, grateful to not have to pay a man’s way in a club. The last time completely turned you off.
“Randy, Jaafar, Jermajesty,” Aaliyah pointed at all the men respectively, all of them flashing smiles and greetings. You smiled back, telling them your name. Aaliyah had taken her seat on Jaafar’s lap again, and that’s when you noticed the only free seat was next to the man with the cute gap between his teeth. Perfect.
You sat down, turning your body to face Jermajesty. His hair in soft, dark curls; good enough to tangle your fingers in. Lips soft enough to kiss. Though he was sitting, you could tell he was tall, at least 6 feet tall. Large hands that you couldn’t help but imagine around your through or smacking loud spanks against your ass.
“Jermajesty, huh,” you tested the name on your tongue, it was different. “That’s unique as fuck. I like it.” You took a look around, seeing the two women you didn’t recognize completely enamored by Randy, shot glasses on the tables, half empty bottles. They clearly had been having fun, but now that you were here, you were gonna show them a hell of a time.
He chuckled at your comment, brown eyes scanning you, obviously he liked what he saw. “And yall got started without me,” you made a fake offended face, eyes darting to your friend, who pretended she didn’t see your eyes on her.
You made conversation with everyone, learning the names of the other two ladies, Finding out the three men were brothers, and the two ladies, Natasha and Ro, were lifelong friends, you spoke about careers and goals a bit, had a few shots between conversations, then took the hand of one of the women, dancing on her, grinding the fat of your ass against her front, the rest of the ladies getting up and dancing with you.
The men watched the 4 ladies grind on each other, playfully smacking each other on their asses, pulling each others skirts or dresses down when they rode up too high. The women weren’t focused on the attention of the men, having a great time giggling with each other and going bar for bar when an old Lil Wayne song came on.
You had a natural beauty that easily sucked people into you, the life of the party. Making sure everyone was relaxed and having fun, no stiff bodies, or stank attitudes allowed around you. Strictly good vibes.
You grabbed the bottle of tequila, going around the room and pouring shots in everyone’s mouths, the goal for everyone to leave fucked up and having a great time. By the time you got to Jermajesty, he was sitting on the couch, eyes still tracking your every move.
You nudged his ankle with your heel, letting him know to spread his legs a bit more so you could stand between them. A soft hand came up to cup his chin, tilting his head back a bit. You stared into his chocolate eyes as you poured the shot into his mouth, a small smirk ghosting your face.
After swallowing his shot, he stood up, finally allowing you to see the full height of him and grabbed the bottle from your hands. A large hand ran down the side of your body, tracing the curves he was beginning to obsess over, before landing on your waist, pulling you closer to him.
He cocked your head up towards him with a gentle finger, tapping your chin softly so you get the hint to open your mouth. The alcohol slid down your throat smoothly, heating up your chest, adding to the buzz you were already feeling. He maintained eye contact the entire time.
You knew he would be a problem, dangerous. He was calm and collected, adding small comments here and there, hyping you up when you danced or rapped along to your favorite rappers, laughing with his brothers when an inside joke was referenced. He even pulled his phone out, taking a quick picture of the bottles on the table to post to his story.
Not once did he try and flaunt in your face, he intently listened to everything you said, making sure to lean in if he couldn’t hear clearly. He asked clarifying questions while you spoke. Just the perfect gentlemen. But you knew this was a cover, a façade. Something darker buried underneath.
“You real sexy, you know that, ma?” Had it been anyone else saying this to you, you would’ve cringed and made a face before you could even realize you had done it. Pet names can be weird depending on who’s saying it and how they say it. But the way ‘Ma’ smoothly rolled off his tongue, it made your clit jump, just a little bit.
Your eyes flickered to his lips then back to his eyes, a cocky smile on your face. “Yeah, I know. I could say the same thing about you,” your looked him up and down, his cologne was intoxicating. Before he could respond, your eyes widened, clearly excited by the song that started to play.
“I wanna hear all my ladies turning up to the muthafuckin’ stallion!” The DJ yelled out.
All the girls hopped up, hyped about the song before going to their respective men for the night, rapping the song to them. “Big Ole Freak” by Megan Thee Stallion, a perfect song to party to. Your body swayed, sensual, seductive. Your curves catching the light, lips moving in sync with the music, you leaned into his attention, but not one time did your eyes divert from his.
Not when you ran a hand down your body rapping the part about making him wait for the pussy. Not when you got to the part where she said “Suck it then look in his eyes. Then the next day I might leave him on read.” Not when he started to feel impatient and needed you to come closer so he beckoned you with a “come here” motion of his hand.
When you made your way over to him, you turned around, giving him a full view of your backside, the red ink across your back now perfectly visible to him. You grinded down on his crotch, making sure to look back at him and keeping your eyes locked on his.
The isolations of your waist and how the fat of your ass clapped and jiggled pulled him into a trance. His hands coming to grip your waist, guiding you to grind down harder. He couldn’t wait to have you bounce on his dick like this.
You sang the chorus to him, leaning back against his chest, head on his shoulder as you kept grinding on him. His hands rubbing all over you, one on your thighs the other ghosting on your neck, giving your throat the lightest squeeze.
The lyrics continued to flow off your tongue like you wrote them yourself, your already confident demeanor only growing. You could feel the arousal growing, panties slick and the alcohol making you a little dizzy. You were ready to take him down, and it was clear he was ready for you too.
“Imma call an uber. You coming home with me tonight.” He was confident in his approach, sure you would leave with him. And you were absolutely planning on it, but you can’t allow a man to think he’s in charge. All your life, you’ve ran things exactly how you want them to go, not liking people making decisions for you. But something about the finality in his tone, almost stern, it was sexy.
“And who told you that?” A true brat at heart, you couldn’t help it.
“Nobody gotta tell me, ma. I know you want me.” His demeanor never faltered, he was so laid-back. You laughed, shocked at his certainty.
“You wouldn’t even know what to do with me, nigga. You probably wouldn’t last 5 minutes if I put it on you.” Your assertiveness and certainty about your performance in bed amused him. He liked your attitude, he liked how you talked back to him, he liked how confident you are. Now he had to make sure to break you. He was going to be nice about it, dick you down a few times and try to get to know you better, but now he was on a mission.
“Is that right?” You nodded, tracing patterns on his free hand, fantasizing about his fingers touching that spot that made you squirm and whimper. Letting you cum all over them before he made you lick them clean.
He nodded his head, a quiet hum leaving his lips. It was clear he didn’t do much talking, he could show you better than he could tell you. “C’mon,” he grabbed your hand and helped you off his lap. “Say bye to your friends, you’ll talk to them later.” You gave all the ladies a hug, Aaliyah holding on a little longer whispering to make sure your locations were sharing and on.
After confirming you had each other's locations, you waved bye to his brothers and followed him out of the club, the humid summer breeze hitting you as soon as you stepped outside. He guided you to the uber, helping you into the SUV. “Comfy?” You nodded, resting your entwined hands on your lap.
The ride was mostly silent, not awkward silence, but there was thick tension in the air, anticipation rising. You had had your share of experience, not all of them horrible. A couple actually went quite well, a partner or two managing to make your body quiver with orgasms. If you were on top, it was game over.
Not one man had managed to last long when you started to ride them with ease, often times trying to change positions to take control. The swivel of your hips, and the way you would ride from base to tip, taking all of them with ease. You were sure you could do the same to the man sitting next to you, not shying away from your gaze when you caught him eye fucking you.
The uber slowed down, pulling up to a luxury apartment complex. The driver turned around to face you, thanking you for riding with him and reminding you guys to rate him 5 stars. Jermajesty stepped out first, helping you out of the car, keeping you steady when you stumbled.
He kept his hand in yours, leading you to the elevator and to the highest level, revealing his penthouse. Nicely decorated, lived in but not unkempt, a stray hoodie thrown across a couch, a glass left on a coffee table. He kicked his shoes off by the door, you went to do the same when he put a hand on your shoulder to stop you.
“Let me help you get comfortable.” He knelt down, keeping a leg elevated, and guided one foot to his lap, helping to slide off the heels that were starting to make your feet ache, the other shoe following.
He stood up, crowding your space and walking you backwards to the wall behind you. “You had a lot to say at that club. Where’d all that energy go, ma?” Your heart started to race, the scent of his cologne, the feel of his hand finding your waist, his warm breath against your neck was overwhelming. His voice was soft, but commanding, a strictness to him. Your body wanted nothing more than to give in to him, let him have his way for you. But you were headstrong, stubborn since you were born, you would never just give in.
“You talk real tough when you should be eating my pussy.” His head shot up, eyes wide with surprise at your bluntness. You stared at him, gaze unwavering. You meant what you said. But you hadn't expected him to kneel down in front of you, eyes burning with lust.
He pulled your wet panties down, letting them hang off of one ankle as he brought a leg over his shoulder. “You right, ma. Come put that pussy in my face.” You ran a hand through his hair, gently gripping it to guide him to your sopping heat.
The second his tongue licked a broad, wet stripe up your slit, you moaned in relief. You could feel him everywhere. His tongue licking and sucking at your clit, then dipping the slightest bit into your entrance to clean up the slick that accumulated.
“Oh- fuck, just like that.” Your hips gyrated against his face, his nose brushing against your clit making your knees buckle. Your eyes didn’t know whether to roll back or maintain eye contact with him. Your mouth ajar, breath heavy. Either all the shots were making you extra sensitive tonight, or he was immaculate with his head game.
Jermajesty hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations sent chills down your spine. The grip on his hair tightened, messily rubbing yourself on his face. His face was covered in your arousal, the grip he had on your thighs tightened. Expect to see those bruises tomorrow.
“Got some good pussy, dont you baby?” His words were so vulgar, you could see how hard he was through his pants. Eating you out was turning him on so much, he swears he could cum just like this.
Your head nodded rapidly, “Couldn’t wait to give it to you- fuck! It’s so fucking good.” Your legs quivered, your head fell back against the wall. You could feel your hot release was coming fast, making your stomach tighten and your knees buckle. He held you steady, keeping you upright as he finished his ministrations on you.
Before you could warn him, your orgasm came crashing over you. Your body shook as a loud cry came from you. Heat shot through your body, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The grip on his hair tightened, trying to pull him away from your swollen clit.
His name was the only thing you could utter, mind clouded with thoughts of him touching you all over. He wouldn’t let up, the sting of his hair being pulled only fueled his desire for you. You tried to press a hand against his forehead to push him back, but he just smacked it out of the way. “I’m almost done, baby. Just gotta clean you up.”
He hadn’t stopped until you went limp against the wall, his body holding you up. He could see the bliss in your eyes, pride swelling in his chest that he had made you feel this way. Rising to his feet, he gently sets your leg down, making sure to keep you steady as you regained your balance.
“Damn, you might know a lil something.” You both laughed, leaning into each other as you giggled. He pulled you into a kiss, soft and slow, arousal quickly building inside of you again. But when you went to deepen the kiss, he pulled away, a mocking smile on his face.
He grabbed your hand leading you to his bedroom. The room was spacious, a California King sized bed taking up a large space. There was a plush, white couch in one corner of the room, and an elaborate gaming setup in another corner of the room.
You hurriedly tugged your skirt off, and pulled at the strings of your shirt to loosen them, pulling until your breasts were completely on show. Jermajesty followed your lead, pulling his shirt over his head and kicking his pants off, leaving him in just his underwear.
You could tell from his print that he was big, it almost made you nervous. Almost. But you loved a challenge, and for your own ego and pride, you were determined to be able to take all of him.
He pulled his sheets and comforter back, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting on you to once again grace him with your hands on him. You took your time going to him, hands gripping your tits and teasing your nipples. The way his eyes followed you made you feel empowered. You couldn’t wait to rock his world.
When you were standing in front of him, he immediately buried his face in your boobs, taking one nipple into his mouth, massaging the other. You were so soft and curvy, perfect to squeeze and cuddle up with. “Scoot to the middle, baby.” He followed your direction, laying in the middle of the bed.
You crawled up to him, gripping the waistband of his underwear to pull them off, discarding them in the room somewhere. You spit in your hand, rubbing it on his tip, mixing it with the precum that was dribbling down. He hissed, hips bucking a bit, quiet curses leaving his mouth.
Straddling him, you maneuvered from your knees to your feet, reaching back to grasp his thick length to guide it to your entrance. The tip of his dick was blunt, mushroom like. 7 ½ inches, pretty pink tip, veins running down.
Sinking down, you gasped. He was big, and even though you weren’t a virgin, it almost felt like it. The blunt tip forcing its way into your wet pussy, sucking him in. “Fuck, so tight.” If Jermajesty had to imagine what heaven would feel like, he would describe this.
You gave a couple experimental bounces, seeing if you could handle all of him. Your walls tightened against him, his tip pressing into that gummy spot that made your arousal drip down his dick.
At first, his hands stayed on the bed, clenching. His face contorted in pleasure. He did his best to not let too many moans escape him, not wanting to give you that satisfaction just yet, but the way your pelvis is connecting with his was driving him nuts.
Your sticky arousal mixed with his precum connected you, you could see it every time you rode all the way to his tip back down to the base, pussy swallowing him up whole. “Oh my fucking god- This dick is so good.” Your head lolled back, placing your hands on his chest to keep steady.
While you babbled about how good he felt, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were taking that dick like a champ, riding him with no effort, making sure to pull almost completely out before slamming back down on him again. The slapping of your ass agaisnt his thighs mixed with the wet schlick schlick schlick sounds that your pussy was making sent him into overdrive.
“Take that dick, ma. You can do it.” His hands finally gripped your waist, just holding so you can do your thing. He liked how you took initiative, how you kept going even though it’s been a while, but your pace never changed. You rode his dick like you owned it, and he was loving it.
“Nngh~ you’re so fucking deep in me. Wanna keep this dick for myself.” You leaned back and balanced your hands on his thighs, giving him a better view of your pussy swallowing his dick whole, so tight and needy.
He loved the idea of you being possessive over him, loved that you were making it known and you weren’t shy about it. He wanted you to have him and he doesn't even know you all that well yet. “Yeah? That’s your dick?” You shakily nodded, a sob escaping. You don't know this man all that, but feeling every vein and ridge of his dick could make you consider marrying him. The alcohol still wasn’t helping to ease these feelings delusions.
Jermajesty could feel his dick throb, his orgasm close. That’s when you knew you had him, you could feel his dick pulsing inside of you, the frothy white ring around his base becoming thicker with every bounce. “Gimme that nut, pa. Wherever you want it.”
He didn’t want to cum before you, but you weren’t slowing down, slapping his hands away when he tried to control your pace. You were determined to make him cum as hard as he had done to you. “Oh my- fuck, ma. ‘m bout to nut. Wait.” His grip on your hips tightened, his toes curled tightly. His broken moans sent electricity through you, you could feel your own orgasm coming.
It only took a few more bounces before his eyebrows furrowed, eyes clenched shut. Before it could get inside of you, you pulled his dick out of you, his cum spurting out against your stomach, some landing on your belly piercing. His face was calm, satisfied. But you weren’t.
He wasn’t soft yet, dick still wet from being inside of you. You slipped him back in, leaning back to recreate that angle you loved so much, the one that made him hit your g-spot every time. “Ma, wait. I’m sensitive.” His thighs twitched, hands tight around your waist.
“I’m almost there, gimme a second.” His whiny moans and whimpers made your pussy convulse around him. You kept working his length inside of you until that knot in your stomach came undone. Creaming all over him as you came. You couldn't speak a full word, eyes rolled back as you rode out your orgasm. His muffled moans giving you goosebumps.
You collapsed onto his chest when your knees finally went weak, body twitching against his. “What did I tell you?” Though you were tired and shaky, that didn’t stop you from needing the last word. What you didn't know was, he could see that you felt big and bad. He could tell you thought you were in control, and he let you think that knowing he was going to knock you down a few pegs.
“You think I’m finished with you? Get up.” He helped you off of him, turning you to face the end of his bed towards the large mirror that leaned against the wall. “Hands and knees, baby.” Following his instructions, you pushed your back into a cute arch, the heart shape the curve of your ass made visible in the mirror.
You felt a sharp sting on your ass cheek, he had spanked you with a heavy hand, watching the way your ass bounced back. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself, gripping the fat and jiggling it in his hands. His tip brushed against your weeping clit, gathering your arousal so you could take him easier.
When Jermajesty pushed in you swore you could feel it in your stomach. This angle drove him in deeper than before, pulling a guttural groan out of you when he was fully seated inside of you. “Taking me so fucking well, pretty girl.” His thrusts started shallow, not pulling out much, circling his hips and grinding into you.
His eye contact drove you crazy, the way he swiped his tongue over his lips before he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. When your eyes finally connected with his in the mirror, he knew he had your attention, and took the opportunity to start fucking you how he should’ve as soon as you walked through his door.
His thrusts were unforgiving, pace unrelenting. His dark eyes bore into yours, head tilted to the left a bit while he admired how pretty you are when you struggle to take the dick he was aiming to put in your stomach.
Your speech had started to slur more than it was after all the shots you had taken. Your vision was blurry, having a hard time focusing your eyes. Nothing but moans and whines slipping from your swollen lips. The room was filled with the sloppy sounds of your pussy engulfing him, wet slaps echoing throughout the house.
“Ain’t got nothing to say?” He had a smug look on his face, continuing to pull his dick out until just the tip was left before driving his hips into you.
“Fuck you- ahh fuck!” His hands pushed your back deeper into that pretty arch you held. This forced his dick deeper into you, touching your cervix. Nothing had ever been this deep inside of you before, the feeling foreign. Your hands gripped the sheets that covered his bed, wrinkling them.
Your jaw dropped, eyes scrunched closed. If he’s fucking you like this without knowing you a full 24 hours, imagine how nasty he would get when he was in love. This definitely made you want to find out. Dick hadn’t ever made you this delusional, never made you consider falling in love with a complete stranger.
You reached back, trying to push on his abdomen hoping he would slow down. “Too much. Oh my god, please Jermajesty.” He didn’t want to hear your pleading, even though you sounded so cute when you finally gave in to him.
“Mm-mm you said I couldn't handle it, remember? Just running those pretty lips because nobody’s put you in your place yet.” Little do you know, he’s planning on giving it to you all night.
He folded your arm against your back, stopping you from hindering his movement. Tears spilled from your eyes, toes curled tightly, while your juices splashed across his torso when he pulled out. When you could finally put together a coherent sentence, it amused him, a smiled tugging on his lips.
“Why are you fucking me like this?” Like you hadn't been talking cash shit all night with that egotistical smile and attitude.
“Because this is what you need. You been begging for it all night. Now hush and take your dick.” Him letting you claim his dick sent shocks through your body, clit twitching in excitement.
“Promise?” God, you could roll your eyes at yourself if they weren’t in the back of your head. This is pathetic, the whining and crying unlike your normal dominating, confident self. You always led in relationships and in the bedroom, a firm believer that you wouldn’t be disappointed you if you did it yourself. But one by one, Jermajesty had broke through every wall and defense you had put up, exposing a side of you that you were unfamiliar with.
Even though your question didn't make much sense, he understood, immediately reassuring you. “I promise, pretty girl. I’m all yours. All. Yours.” His thrusts matching his words, emphasizing his point. His mind was fuzzy, his only thought being you and how what position he could fold you in next. His next actions pulled your third orgasm of the night from your aching pussy. He wrapped his pinky around yours, still promising that his dick was yours for the keeping.
“I know, angel. Give it to me.” Hopefully no one could hear you, or they’d definitely think something’s wrong in here. Your screams and gasps filling the room, doing your best to get away from his thrusts. Your orgasm never ending, it dripped down your thighs leaving a creamy stream of cum in its wake.
He didn’t let you run, stroking you until his thrusts stuttered, signaling his own orgasm. You were limp and shuddering by the time he pulled out, whimpers leaving your pouty lips. His nut landed across your dark skin, painting a nice contrasting picture on your juicy ass. His sexy groans made you clench around nothing, sensitive but still needy for him.
When he came back, your eyes were closed and your breathing started to slow, curled up like a cat at the end of his bed. This sight made his heart flutter, flustered that you could make him feel this way when you weren't together. You felt the warmth of his hands gently spreading your thighs, a warm towel in his hand cleaning up the mess between your thighs, before he moved to your backside to clean up his own mess.
He tossed the towel in his laundry basket across the room, then climbed into the bed next to you, dragging a pillow from the headboard to rest on. “C’mere baby. You know we’re not done right?” His warm hands coming to your face, stroking your cheek then placing a kiss where his thumb was. You peeked an eye open, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
You cuddled up to his chest, curling back up into the ball you were in before. You could feel him reach over you, then a fuzzy blanket covered your body, pulling you deeper into the dick induced sleep Jermajesty had put you in. Soothing arms wrapped around your waist, delicate kisses peppered onto your cheek and temple. This is exactly where you belonged, exactly where he wanted you to be.
He could get used to the smart mouthed pretty girl being in his bed.
