18+ Explicit rough sex, possessive talk, very detailed smut
A/N - ik I said yall were gonna get this like two days ago but I’m a liar so….
It’s late as fuck
Your sleeping in your man’s bed, his hoodie swallowing you up, one leg sticking out laying your head on what was supposed to be jermajestys chest.
Then you feel a big, hand sliding up the back of your thigh, gripping your ass cheek, fingers starting to pull down your panties.
“Jermajesty…?” you mumble, half asleep.
“Shh, go back to sleep, ma,” he whispers low against your neck, voice all deep and raspy. “This ain’t got nothing to do with you.”
You shift a little. “wtf are you talking about It’s 4 in the morning.”
“So? ‘Cause you tired I’m supposed to starve?” He says starting to pull your panties down your legs.
He had you on your back, legs spread wide as he buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was licking you nice and slow, sucking on your clit while two thick fingers pushed deep inside you, curling just them just right.
You moaned loud, back arching off the bed, one hand gripping his hair. The pleasure was too much, too intense, you tried to close your legs, thighs trembling as you squeezed around his head.
He imhaled you completely moaning against your pussy, the vibration making you shiver. Without missing a beat, his big hand came down hard on your ass a sharp smack that echoed in the room.
“Open your fucking legs ma,” he ordered, voice rough and smug. He slapped your ass again, harder this time, the sting mixing with the pleasure as he pushed your thighs apart. “Don’t close them on me again. “ push that shit out you gonna make me have to be mean mami .”
You whimpered, legs shaking as you spread them wider for him. “ mmmpshit fuckk “
He looked up at you with that cocky, satisfied smirk, lips shiny. “That’s a good girl. Gonna let me eat this pretty ass too?”
Before you could answer, he pushed your legs back further, spreading you completely. His tongue dragged lower, licking over your tight hole, slow and teasing.
“Jermajesty—” you gasped, trying to squirm away, but he held you open, tongue circling and pushing inside you.
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𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: when he slips up and accidentally calls you mommy
𝓽𝔀: mommy kink, smut for Jaafar and Jermajesty, suggestive for randy jr
𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: i lowkey (high-key) got lazy and unmotivated at the end, my bad yall. imma make it up for the next one. excuse any mistakes! I barely proofread, oops.
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Jaafar Jackson
One of Jaafar’s hands had a grip on your hip as he slowly plunged in and out of you, his tip slightly jabbing at your g-spot—small staccato whimpers spilled out of your mouth as the constant hitting at your g-spot sent you into a frenzy. “J—it feels so good”, you stuttered out, your brain barely processing the words that left your mouth. “I know, baby, I know.” Jaafar cooed at you while he took his other hand to slither between the two of you to play with your clit.
The hitting of your spot and the stimulation of your clit, you clenched around him as your slick drooled all over him. A faint whimper fell from Jaafar at the feeling of you clench around him—“oh fuck, you feel so good, mommy”.
Jaafar’s thrusts came to an abrupt halt as your eyes widened at the word that flew out of his mouth. Jaafar's face was now a faint pink, the tip of his ears beet red as he stumbled over his words. “I-ummm- “, he looked everywhere but at you, as he felt so embarrassed, he began to pull out but you wrapped your legs around him to pull him closer. His eyes widened as he quickly looked down at you to see a small glint in your eye. “Don’t stop, please, I actually liked it”. A giggle fell from your lips as a boyish smile appeared on Jaafar’s face.
He was still for a moment before he moved your legs up to his shoulders as he pulled out to where the tip was barely in before plunging deep into you—a loud gasp filled the room at his sudden movement.
“I love this pussy, mommy”
Jermajesty Jackson
If someone asked Jermajesty what time it was, he simply couldn’t tell you—his mind completely turned to mush. His body was slouched on the couch, groans bouncing off the walls as you edged him for the nth time tonight. “Baby, please. " Jermajesty couldn’t help but whine out as he felt your mouth lift up from his dick.
You kept eye contact with him as you peppered kisses on his tip that leaked globs of precum. “You gonna say sorry, pa?” Your voice filled with slight annoyance as your other hand reached down to massage his balls.
You two got into an argument earlier in the day, and Jermajesty childishly decided to ignore you for the rest of the day. When night fell, you were completely fed up with his childish antics. You found him in the living room watching TV, and that’s when you decided enough was enough. That’s how Jermajesty ended up in the position he is in now.
“n-no”. Jermajesty shook his head—your face frowned up in annoyance and at the fact that he told you no. You removed your hands from his lower half, stripping yourself of your shorts and panties, then you lifted yourself up to sit on his lap. Your slick lips now sat directly on his dick, you both let out an audible sigh of relief—Jermajesty tried grabbing your hips but you immediately grabbed both of his hands to push them away. “No touching until you say sorry.” You slowly rocked back and forth, your slick now covering him. His eyes rolled back at your wetness and the feeling of you humping him.
“Are you gonna say sorry now?” you whined out as you began to pick up the pace, the feeling sending a shiver down your spine. Jermajesty shook his head once again at your words—your jaw slightly ticked as you finally had enough of his pettiness. Your hand went to the back of his head, tightly gripping a patch of his hair to bring his face towards yours—a loud whimper from Jermajesty as your actions shocked him. “I said are you sorry, Jermajesty”, you gritted out, trying to keep your composure as you felt your orgasm wanting to creep up on you.
“Yes”, he finally gave in—“yes what?” Your grip tightened on his hair even more. “Yes, mommy.” His tear-filled eyes widened as the word mommy slipped from his lips, he expected you to scold him or stop completely but he was wrong—your hips didn’t even sputter at the word, you slid back and forth on him even faster. You pulled him in as if you were going to kiss him but your lips hovered over his.
“Since I’m mommy, let mommy take care of her good boy, hm?”
synopsis: growing up used to keeping up a flawless public image. but, behind closed doors, whenever opportunity arrives, you always find yourself under your coworker. when your boyfriend goes on a business trip, your affair with Jaafar reveals itself again.
warnings: 18+, infidelity plot (both reader and jaafar are in relationships), rough sex, fingering, oral (m & f), multiple orgasms, ball play (if u squint), p n v, mentions of squirting, unprotected (wrap it up pls), spanking, dom!jaafar, sub!reader, mentions of bruises/biting/marks, size difference, little after care (sorry🙁), heavy use of pet names (baby, love, good girl, princess, pretty), no use of y/n, freaky freak freaks
wc: 3.7k
A/N: I wrote this one immediately after the jermajesty fic, im just hungry asf😵💫
requests are open!
the marble beneath your bare feet is cool against your skin, a welcome break from the thick summer heat pressing against the city outside your floor to ceiling windows. it’s well past midnight. the apartment is quiet, the only light coming from the skyline beyond the glass and the glow of your phone resting on the coffee table. a text lights up the screen.
from your new boyfriend. he’s three time zones away on a business trip, but somehow still making time to check in before bed. “goodnight love you.❤️”
you take a slow sip from your wine glass, thumbs hovering as you begin to type, when an incoming phone call appears on the top of your screen.
Jaafar Jackson.
you always know how this starts and how it ends. you press the red button to decline before returning to the text message from your boyfriend.
you tap out a quick, hollow “goodnight🙂, love you too,” and hit send, letting the screen go dark a second later.
you place your phone back on the coffee table with a quiet clink, your hand staying there for a moment. your fingers trace the cool glass as your eyes remain fixed on the screen.
five seconds. ten.
the silence of your apartment feels almost mocking. you take your last sip of wine, the liquid doing nothing to soothe the unease in your stomach. you know he’s not gonna stop at one call, he never does.
the phone lights up again, cutting through the dark hue of the living room.
Jaafar Jackson.
each ring feels heavier than the last, the sound echoing through the apartment until it’s impossible to ignore. your heart stutters, a painful jump in your chest.
you stare at the name, you think about the gala last week. the way his eyes never left you even with his girlfriend conversing next to him. how his hand lingered on your back for just a second longer after helping you out the car.
the way his mouth unraveled you, taking his time with your body the very second the doors to your public lives were closed for the night.
your phone vibrates again for the third time. one, two, then a text.
why are you ignoring me?
the audacity of it pulls a shaky, breathless laugh from your throat. you’re the one who does everything right, the one who keeps the family image pristine. but looking at that screen, the image feels like a costume you’re desperate to peel off.
you don’t reach for the phone. Instead, you turn toward the sound of the elevator chime echoing faintly from the foyer. a private, floor access ping that shouldn’t be happening at 2:00 AM.
your breath hitches. you haven’t even moved, but you know the elevator doors are sliding open. you know he’s here. you walk toward the foyer, the floor of your penthouse apartment cold beneath your bare feet, your silk robe flowing behind you like a shadow.
you don't have to look through the peephole to know who is standing on the other side. you reach for the handle, your knuckles turning white around it as guilt and adrenaline fight for control of your next move. you click the locks open. the door swings wide, and there he is—Jaafar, looking exactly as he did in your thoughts, his dark jacket rumpled, his eyes dark and hungry.
“Jaafar,” your eyes drag up and down his tall frame. “why are you here?”
"You didn't answer," he says, his voice low, rough that vibrates right through you.
He doesn't wait for an invitation–he just steps inside, closing the door behind him and locking it with a sharp, final click. "Stop pretending you don't want this."
his hands meet both sides of your face, forcing you to look at him. you remove his hands from your face. “no, no, we said we were done with this,” you whined.
your voice trembling as you stepped back, trying to put space between your body and his overwhelming presence.
Jaafar didn’t move. he stood right where he was, his hands dropping to his sides, but his dark eyes never left yours. “we did say that,” Jaafar murmured, his voice incredibly calm, yet entirely laced with a quiet type of certainty.
he took a single step forward, easily cutting the distance you had just tried to make. “we said it last month, too. and the month before that. But here we are.”
“J, please,” you whispered, your hands pressing against his chest to stop his advance.
through the thin material of his shirt, you could feel the frantic, heavy thud of his heartbeat, matching the uneven rhythm in your own chest.
“my boyfriend... he just–he’s coming back in two days. and your girl, Jaafar. she’s going to start wondering where you are.” at the mention of your partners, his jaw clenched, a flash of pure possessiveness darkened his eyes.
he didn’t back down. instead, his long fingers wrapped around your wrists, gently but firmly pulling your hands away from his chest, only to pin them flat against the cool wall behind you.
“I swear on everything I love,” he leans down to whisper in your ear. “I’m not leaving you alone. ever.”
he leaned in closer, his warmth completely erasing the chill of the marble floors beneath your bare feet.
the scent of outside and his expensive cologne filled your senses, making your head spin. “let them wonder,” he whispered, his breath hot against your lips. “I tried to stay away.”
“fuck, I tried. But watching you sit next to him at that gala, watching him touch you like you belong to him when I know exactly how you taste... it’s driving me insane.” A soft, defeated gasp escaped you.
you wanted to keep the ‘princess’ demeanor your family raised you to have. you wanted to do everything right, to keep the pristine name on the company clean.
but the moment Jaafar tilted his head, his gaze dropping to the loose silk of your robe where it had parted slightly at your collarbone, your body tension completely dissolved.
“We’re terrible,” you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your jawline.
“I know baby,” he muttered against your skin, his hands sliding down from your wrists to grip your waist, his touch heavy and demanding. “but you don't want anyone else. say it to me.”
he pressed his body fully against yours, the contrast of his leather jacket against your soft silk robe making you shiver. he trailed a path of slow, agonizing hot kisses down the column of your neck, finding the exact spot that made your toes curl against the cold floor.
“say it,” he whispered again, his voice a commanding growl that vibrated straight through your core.
“I don’t,” you confessed, your fingers finally tangling into his dark hair, pulling him closer as the last shred of your guilt was swallowed by the dark.
“I don’t want anyone else.”
Jaafar didn't waste another second. his mouth crashed onto yours, hungry, capturing your lips with a desperate intensity that told you exactly how much he had been starving for you.
a quiet whine caught in your throat, but he swallowed it right down, his hands sliding beneath the silk of your robe to press his warm palms flat against your plump ass, lifting you effortlessly as the rest of the world completely faded away.
he lifted you so easily it made your head spin, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist to keep your balance.
the silk of your robe bunched up around your hips, leaving nothing but the heat of his bare palms pressing into your skin. you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his chest.
Jaafar didn't move toward the bedroom immediately. he didn't have the patience for it, and neither did you. instead, he carried you the few steps back toward the wide expanse of the living room, backing you up until the edge of the large kitchen island hit the back of your thighs.
he set you down on the cool dark colored quartz countertop, the sudden chill of the stone making you gasp against his mouth.
he pulled back just an inch, his breathing heavy, his eyes scanning your face in the dim light of the city skyline. his hands slid up from your thighs, tracing the curves of your waist before slowly parting your silk robe.
he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, letting it pool around your elbows, exposing you completely to his gaze.
"beautiful," he muttered, his voice lower than you’d ever heard it. "so damn beautiful."
"Jaafar, the blinds," you whispered breathlessly, your eyes darting toward the massive floor to ceiling windows.
the entire city was laid out before you, a million glowing lights, and even though you were stories above the world, the vulnerability of the open glass made your skin crawl.
"nobody can see you," he murmured, his thumbs wiping the faint smear of your lipgloss from the corner of his mouth before trailing down to your chin. "only me pretty.”
he stepped closer, fitting himself perfectly between your thighs. the heavy fabric of his jacket brushed against your bare skin.
he reached down, unbuttoning his coat with impatient fingers and tossing it onto the floor behind him, followed quickly by his shirt, until he was just as bare as you were.
when his chest pressed against yours, the heat was immediate. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back down to you. the kiss this time wasn't just desperate, it was necessary.
his tongue tangled with yours, deep and demanding, claiming you in a way your boyfriend never could.
his hand slid down your stomach, his long fingers tracing lower, past the dip of your hip until he found the center of your heat. you whimpered into his mouth. his fingers slow and deliberate, breaking down the very last of your defense.
he knew exactly what you liked, exactly how to make you forget your own name, your relationship, and the image you wore during the day.
"look at me," Jaafar whispered, pulling his mouth away, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
you opened your eyes, your vision slightly blurred, locking onto his dark, intense gaze.
his hand never stopped moving, driving you closer and closer to the edge. suddenly he stops, “get on your knees.” with that he carries you off the counter and you obey his orders.
the cool marble floor met your knees, a shock to your system that did absolutely nothing to fuel the fire burning through your veins.
your silk robe pooled around you, completely discarded as you looked up at him. Jaafar stood over you, towering in the dim, amber glow of the city skyline. his chest was heaving, abs flexed, his gaze dark and entirely consuming as he watched you look up at him from the floor.
"princess" of the company, the golden girl, boss to everyone around her, was completely unraveled at his feet. just for him.
"Good girl," he rasped, the low vibration of his voice sending a violent shiver straight down your spine.
his long fingers tangled into your hair, with a firm, possessive grip that tilted your head back, forcing you to keep your eyes locked onto his. he unbuttoned his jeans with a slow, calculation, the metallic click of his belt hitting the ground, echoing like a sin in the quiet penthouse.
when he freed himself, your breath hitched, the reality of what you were doing crashing over you all over again.
but there was no turning back. especially when he was looking at you like this.
"take it, love," he commanded softly, his voice dropping into a whisper. "show me how much you missed me."
you didn't hesitate. you leaned forward, your hands gripping his toned thighs for balance as your lips parted.
the moment your mouth slid over his length, a deep groan tore from the back of Jaafar's throat.
his fingers tightened in your hair, his hips giving a subtle, involuntary push forward as he let his eyes flutter shut for a fraction of a second.
you worked your mouth down his length, your tongue swirling over the tip, learning the shape of him all over again. every stroke of your tongue had him breathing heavier, his grip in your hair turning rougher as he began to guide your pace.
"fuck," he growled, his hips starting to roll in a slow, demanding rhythm against your lips. "you're perfect. so damn perfect." you moan as you graze your tongue over his slit.
he pushed deeper, testing the limits of your throat, making a choked whine catch in your chest. the sound only seemed to drive him crazier. he began to pace himself against you, his breathing turning into harsh gasps that filled the empty kitchen.
you looked up through your lashes, seeing the pleasure etched into his sharp jawline, his veins projecting against his neck as he fought to keep his control.
you paused for a fraction of a second, drawing in a shaky breath against his heat before your tongue began tracing tight circles around his tip, all while your hands slid down to firmly stroke the rest of his shaft.
you then lower your tongue down his length to wrap your mouth around his balls, pulling a deep, ragged moan from his chest.
you were sure he was done for. but Jaafar was never one to let you do all the work. tonight, he wanted to feel every single bit of you.
suddenly, his hands moved your head back. then, he effortlessly moved your body back up off the floor.
your knees scraped slightly against the marble, but before you could even register the movement, he turned you around, pressing your stomach flat against the cool kitchen island.
the transition was so fast it made your head spin. your hands scrambled for something to hold on the smooth stone, your back arching automatically as Jaafar stepped up directly behind you, his heat pressing against your bare backside.
"J—" you gasped, the word cut short as he gripped your hip with one hand, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough that you knew it would leave a mark.
a mark your boyfriend wouldn't see for two days, but one that belonged entirely to the man standing behind you right now. he reached down, his fingers sliding between your thighs to find you completely slick and ruined for him.
he teased the sensitive bundle of nerves for just a second, pulling a loud, breathless sob from your lips. you're so wet for me, pretty," he whispered against your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe, making your whole body tremble.
"look at the windows. look at the city while you take all of me." your eyes flew open, staring out at the glass windows. the city lights blurred into a haze of gold and white.
you felt the head of his length press against your entrance, and before you could even catch a breath, Jaafar drove his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one deep, relentless stroke.
a loud, shattered cry broke from your lips, echoing off the high ceilings of the penthouse. it was too much, too deep, filling you so completely that your fingers clawed at the edge of the countertop.
"oh, g-god... J, please," you whimpered, your head dropping onto your arms.
"I got you," he growled, his pace instantly picking up. he didn't even give you time to adjust. he locked his hand onto your hip, using it as leverage as he began to drive into you with a punishing rhythm.
slap. the raw friction filled sound of his skin hitting yours filled the room, competing with the desperate sound of your joint breathing. every time he slammed into you, your body shifted forward against the quartz, the cold stone against your front half and the liquid fire spreading through your lower half.
he was relentless, his chest pressing into your back with every stroke, his sweat dripping onto your bare shoulders. his hand meets your ass in a harsh strike.
“Jaafarrr,” you dragged out his name in a desperate sob. you wrapped one arm back, your fingers desperately finding his thigh, trying to anchor yourself as the pleasure began to build into something unfamiliar.
Jaafar felt the tight, rhythmic flexing of your walls around him, and it broke whatever restraint he had left. His growls turned feral, his movements losing all their smooth cadence, turning rough and frantic.
"look at me," he demanded, his voice a strained and broken rasp. “he fuck you like this?”
you could barely force your head up, attempting to twist your neck to look back at him. his face was a mask of pure, unadulterated lust, his eyes locked onto yours as he delivered three hard, deep thrusts that had you screaming into the empty apartment.
“baby ohmygoodness,” you moan. "you're mine," he choked out, his fingers bruising your hip as your joining escalated to that breaking point. "tell me... tell me you're mine."
"i'm yours! Jaafar, i'm yours!" you cried as a heavy rush of wetness spilled between your thighs, your vision completely blurring into stars as your body clamped down around him, the climax crashing over you in violent waves.
“shit!” Jaafar shouted, feeling the sudden trickle on his skin. hearing your undone cries was the final trigger. with a loud, roar against your neck, Jaafar buried himself as deep as he could go, his entire frame shuddering violently as he released himself inside you.
he held you tightly against the counter, his chest heaving against your back, pinning you down until the very last drop of his cum filled you up. the only sound was the heavy, synchronized gasps of air filtering through your lungs.
slowly, Jaafar pulled out, a soft gasp escaping you at the sudden loss of his warmth. your legs felt like absolute water, buckling the moment he let go of your waist.
he caught you before you could fall, gently turning you around and leaning you back against the island. he drops down onto his knees, lifting your left leg on his shoulder.
without warning, he licks a strip up your inner thigh, the sudden heat of his tongue making your entire body jerk.
you let out a sharp gasp, your fingers instantly clawing into his dark hair for balance as he held your leg securely over his broad shoulder. Jaafar didn't give you a single second to recover. He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning against your skin before his mouth pressed directly against the center of your ache, his tongue invoking a deep, wet stroke that had your hips tilting helplessly into his face.
"Jaaf—Jaafar I can’t," you whimpered, your head tossing back as your vision already began to blur.
he didn't answer, entirely focused on unraveling you. his long fingers dug into the flesh of your left thigh, holding you open and steady as his mouth completely worshipped you, his tongue moving with a relentless rhythm that drove you straight to the edge. again.
every flick of his tongue was intentional, tracing over your sensitive skin and lapping up the slick wetness that was pooling for him. you tried to swallow your moans. a string of high pitched whimpers broke from your lips, your thighs trembling violently against his chest.
"J, stop... plea–" you begged, your knuckles turning white as you yanked at his hair, trying to pull him away before you completely lost it.
instead of stopping, Jaafar let out a muffled growl against your skin, his hands gripping your hips even tighter to lock you in place.
he increased the pace, his tongue flattening out to deliver those deep and heavy strokes right where you needed it most, while his thumb found your hip bone, pressing down hard.
a coiled spring in your chest that suddenly snapped.
you cried out as a heavy rush of wetness spilled between your thighs, for the second time. your leg shook on his shoulder, your entire frame locked in the paralyzing aftershocks of the release.
Jaafar didn't miss a beat. he drank down every drop of your release, his tongue lingering to clean you up with a smug, heavy satisfaction before he finally let your leg slide down from his shoulder.
you collapsed back against the dark quartz of the kitchen island, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your chest heaving. your body felt completely spent and overly sensitive.
he didn't say a word as he reached down, picking up your discarded silk robe from the floor. he shook it out, draping it over your trembling shoulders and pulling the straps closed over your flushed, marked skin.
without a word, he turned, gathering his shirt and leather jacket from the floor. He slipped them on, completely transforming back into the untouchable public figure the world knew, leaving no trace of the beast he had been just moments ago.
his fingers lingered on your collarbone, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. he picks you up bridal style, bringing you to your bedroom. he gently places you on your king size bed, he looked down at you, his dark eyes still intense, but the chaotic hunger was quickly replaced by a sudden tenderness. Jaafar give you a soft kiss, it was deeper–more warmer than the ones you shared before. almost like he wanted to tell you something. “call me in the morning?”
“you’re not staying?” you look up at him, trying to catch his hands to pull him back to you. Jaafar shakes his head no, a feeling of disappointment creeps over you. he places another quick kiss on your forehead.
he steps back and shuts your light off. “goodnight pretty,” he whispered as he shut your room door.
he walked back into the living room, his boots clicking quietly against the floor, his eyes automatically drifting to the coffee table where your phone still rested.
the screen was dark, but you both knew what was waiting underneath, the innocent text from your boyfriend, a completely different reality. Jaafar stopped at the edge of the room, his leather jacket slung over his shoulder. he didn't look at the phone. a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
The heavy click of the front door locking put a definite end to the night, leaving you alone in the quiet apartment.
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“Mmhmm,” you push at his head. “Maj.” you whine, brows furrowed as you pout.
He hums against your clit, eyes low and full of lust as he looks up at you. “Yeah mama?” He mumbles as he runs his hands over your thighs, giving you a soft and reassuring squeeze.
You moan, letting out a weak cry as your eyes roll back, his tongue steady abusing your slit. “You eat me so good..” you whimper, eyes watering from just how good you felt.
He grins against your pussy, giving it a few kisses before he’s looking at you again. “Yeah baby?” The tone is his voice teasing and low.
You nod, completely dazed. “Yeah..”
He just shakes his head with a smile before diving back in, eating you out like never before.
“Oh m’god,” you mewl, whining loudly as you try to turn your body away from the overwhelming sensation. Your thighs fight to close, legs shaking as Jermajesty holds them down.
“M’so close pa,” you moan, nails running over his head as you bite your lip. He groans against your clit, tongue fucking you even slower. “Gimme that shit bae.”
“Hnnh. .should eat me like this for a video—“
Jermajesty smacks his lips, your little comment instantly throwing him off causing him to shoot up. “Man watch out.” he mutters as he walks around the bed, shaking his head.
You gasp at the lost feeling glaring up at him as he licks his lips and wipes his mouth. “Whattt!” You whine.
“Just threw me all the way off talking about a fucking video. Better play with your pussy or sum.”
“You really gon stop cause I said that?!” You question as you sit up. But you notice him ignoring you. “Bae!” You shout and throw your hands up.
“Yep.” He answers simply, sliding your leg over as he sits in the bed next to you, turning the tv back on.
You frown, looking over at him. “You really hate the idea of filming with me that bad!? Okay I won’t say nothing, just come back.” You whine, pulling at his arm.
“Mm-nn,” he shakes his head and grabs his snacks off the nightstand before beginning to eat them.
You whine, honestly only mad because he stopped munching on you.
“Okay I won’t mention it again, can you just—“ he covers your mouth with a hand, shushing you as you lean back against the pillows, pouting.
He brings a chip to your mouth and you eat it, nearly biting his fingers off as you glare at him.
“You such a buzzkill,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest and forcing yourself to watch the movie as he places a kiss to your cheek.
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CONTENT: 18+ Content, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, porn w/ no plot, very few pet names (ma, baby, etc.), breeding kink lmk if I forgot anything!
SUMMARY: Based on this video here
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was supposed to be short, but it was just an idea I had. I need to write another banger for y'all fr😣
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
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In desperate need of your second orgasm tonight, you arch your back deeper, pressing your stomach into the soft mattress. Feeling your boyfriend deep inside you, curling your toes at each heavy thrust he presses into you.
“Jermajestyyy,” You moan out, slurring towards the end of the sentence from the pleasure you’re currently feeling. You just can’t help but to feel a little greedy to want more from him. Don’t get it twisted, you are having the time of your life right now, the latex barrier between you and your man is truly irritating you.
“I’m listening, baby, go ahead,” He replied as he bit down on his bottom lip, attempting to suppress his moans that he was trying so hard to keep inside.
Suddenly, his thrusts got a little deeper, now poking right at your G-spot. You clench hard around his thick length, still feeling the wet piece of rubber in between the two of you. As you clench around Jermajesty, his eyes are rolling behind his head while still delivering his sloppy strokes to you, making sure to stay at that same angle that has you both in your current states of euphoria. While his attention is not completely focused on you, you reach your hand back accidentally coming in contact with his thigh. The second he retracted from your quivering pussy, you quickly grabbed the length of his dick that was no longer inside you.
His attention immediately snaps back to your naked lower halves, feeling you pull him out of you. His eyebrows snapped together, already preparing to question you for the unnecessary action, but also making sure he didn’t accidentally hurt you while in his daze.
“Baby, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I’m so sorry mam-“ He quickly rambles, eyes scanning over you for any redness or bruises.
You huff while waiting to feel contact from him again as you tune into his fast-paced apology. “Shut the fuck up.” You shuddered, still holding onto his covered dick. Before any other words are exchanged from either one of you, there’s a loud snap sound in the silent room.
Jermajesty looks down at your hand that is now holding the condom that was covered in your essence and filled with his hot seed. He felt his body shudder at the rush of cool air that breezed over his dick, which had somehow gotten harder the second you snapped the condom off. The two of you have only had unprotected sex very few times, which were all drunk accidents that very luckily didn’t result in pregnancy. Something deep inside you just craved to feel closer to your man tonight.
You drop the condom on the sheets next to your naked body without a care in the world. With your now empty hand, you reach back again to grab his dick once more, guiding him back to your slick-covered entrance. You feel his hand reach to replace yours, rubbing the head of his twitching cock against you to collect remnants of your arousal to re-lubricate himself before entering you again. In your opinion, he was taking too damn long for your liking, so you took it upon yourself to push back against him, suddenly feeling the first few inches of him back inside of you.
In sync, you both release guttural moans, finally feeling the touch you both starved for. Jermajesty’s hands flew to grip the sides of your waist as you clenched around him, as the rest of his length slid into you smoothly.
“Fuck ma- wait-”
Ignoring his plea, you move yourself all the way back to come in contact with his pelvis, feeling his thick fingers dig deeper into your sides. You continue with this motion while he stands in place, letting you do all the work. His heavy hands then move to your lower stomach, pulling you up, which forces your arch to deepen, now feeling him jab at the exact spot he was reaching before the loss of contact.
Your eyes close shut as you let out a loud cry of moans, clutching tightly onto the sheets beneath your naked body. Behind you, Jermajesty is talking to you, and only God would know what he was saying because the only thing you were focused on was the immense amount of pleasure you were receiving, finally getting the feeling you’ve been craving since he first bent you over on the side of the bed. You could feel every inch, vein, and throb of him as he continuously pumped in and out of you, keeping his strokes at the perfect pace just how you like it every time. His right foot raised to the bed, next to your quivering body, to somehow get even deeper inside of you, landing kisses directly to your cervix.
You incoherently mumble some words to him, only being able to make out a few. You soon felt your orgasm begin to build up right in the pit of your stomach, and of course Jermajesty was able to tell because of the way you’re clenching around him and the fact that your arch began to fall.
Even though you couldn’t see him, he still shook his head, “Uhn Uhn, fix that arch.” He says, attempting to pull you back up slightly as you continue, you let out more whines.
“Maj pleaseeee,” You suddenly cried out to him, not even knowing what you were asking for. “I can’t take no more.” You say, trying to move up along the mattress in an attempt to get some of him out of you.
“Stop allat running.” He replies, pulling you back even more, making your connected skin fill the room with clapping noises. He reaches up to grab your dominant hand and brings it down to come in contact with your throbbing and puffy clit. “Rub it for me, ‘kay?” You hear him whisper in your ear as his warm breath casts right onto the shell while he leaves a few pecks on it.
Feeling unable to respond, you simply nod your head to let him know that you heard him. You do hesitate for a second, but soon you begin to rub yourself in slow, counter-clockwise motions. To no surprise, your orgasm is quickly followed by the second stimulant in your lower half. You try to open your mouth to let Jermajesty know that you’re about to cum, but nothing except more moans of his name leaves your lips.
It’s almost as if he had his own personal instinct for you because he immediately knew that you were seconds from releasing, and so was he. “I know, baby…I know.” He expressed as his own orgasm began to take over. “You want me to pull out? Hm?” He asks, still keeping his strokes at the same pace and angle to make sure neither of you loses the sensation.
“No, please don’t. I wanna feel you.” You reach back to hold onto his forearm, where you can feel his veins grow thicker and more prominent. It’s almost as if the words you just said were a trigger for both of you because at the same time, you felt Jermajesty’s warm seed shoot directly at your cervix and your own mixing with his.
After at least 25 seconds of regrouping, he pulls out of you, being sure to push back in any remnants of your mixed nectar back inside.
“Yeah, I don’t think we’ll need those trojans anymore.” He says, chuckling, pushing your limp body onto the bed as he makes his way to retrieve a warm cloth to clean off the two of you.
you're sitting on the edge of his balcony, legs dangling over the city lights. jermajesty's apartment is always warm, always smells like vanilla and something else—something earthy that clings to his hoodies and makes you bury your face in them when he's not looking.
"you sure you wanna smoke out here, ma?" he asks, sliding the glass door open wider. he's wearing those sweatpants you like, the grey ones, and a white tank that shows off his shoulders. "it's cold."
"it's pretty," you say, swinging your legs. "come sit with me."
he does, settling behind you so you can lean back against his chest. he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. you can feel him smiling against your neck.
"you got everything?" you ask.
"yeah, yeah. hold on." he reaches back into the apartment and grabs a small tray, a grinder, some papers. his hands are gentle when he rolls, tongue poking out in concentration like he always does. you watch his fingers work, familiar and precise.
"you're staring," he says, not looking up.
"'cause you're pretty," you say back, and he laughs, that low sound that vibrates through his chest into your back.
he finishes the joint and lights it, taking the first hit before offering it to you. you turn your head, accepting it from his fingers. the smoke is smooth, familiar. you've done this before—plenty of times—but something about doing it with him, here, with the city glittering below, feels different. better.
"there you go," he murmurs, watching you exhale. his hand comes up to stroke your hair, fingers threading through your braids. "that's my girl."
you pass it back and he takes another drag, holding it for a second before blowing it out slow. the smoke curls up into the night air, disappearing above you.
"you feel it yet?" he asks, voice soft.
"mm, starting to," you say, your body already loosening, melting into him. your head falls back onto his shoulder and he adjusts, holding you closer. "you?"
"yeah," he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "you're warm."
"you're warmer."
he laughs again and takes your hand, interlacing your fingers. the joint burns down between you, shared and easy, no rush. when it's done he sets it aside and just holds you, rocking slightly, humming something under his breath that you think might be an old jackson five song but you're too floaty to be sure.
"ma," he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "you good?"
"yeah," you sigh, closing your eyes. "i'm good. you're here."
"always," he promises, and you believe him. you always do.
the city lights blur a little, soft around the edges, and everything feels hazy and golden. his thumb traces circles on your palm and you turn your head, finding his mouth without trying too hard. the kiss is slow, unhurried, tastes like smoke and him.
"love you," he mumbles against your lips, and you feel it in your chest, warm and blooming.
"love you too, majesty," you whisper back, and he pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck, breathing you in.
you stay like that for a while, tangled together on the balcony, high and happy and completely at peace. the world can wait. right now, you have everything you need.
