fic idea: jermajesty usually soft with reader, but one week she’s been having by a really bad attitude, jermajesty is fed up, teaches her a “lesson” puts her through the mattress. Dom Jermajesty.
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𝒿ermajesty 𝒿ackson x 𝒻em!reader. unprotected sex (wrap it up pls). softdom!jermajesty. sub!reader. dirty talk. praising. creampie. overstim. clit play. fingering. use of daddy. spanking.
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this should've been posted last week...but its fine. Im pretty sure I did something like this before, but who's another one going to hurt!
anyways, pleaseeee dont kill me! I think I need a small break from writing just for a bit. I feel like I need to get my mh and myself together, and I cant perfect my craft if there's a bunch of shit going on! I will definitely be active, just bare with me y'all 🫠
“yo, what is your issue?” jermajesty asked, his patience wearing thin.
he’s tried almost everything he could think of to get through to you—lunch dates, shopping sprees, bouquets of flowers, cutes notes, breakfast in bed, foot massages.
hell, he even offered to help take your braids down and wash your hair. he couldn’t understand why you’d been giving him hell, and with every passing hour, his frustration only grew.
you were standing in your shared kitchen when he walked up to you, a wine glass in your left hand and your phone on tiktok in your right. you were sipping on some italian wine his mom had gifted you both for your anniversary.
you paused mid sip and set your phone down. “what fucking issue, jermajesty?”
he shook his head, kissing his teeth as he stepped closer. “you see how you talk to me? being mad disrespectful, for what?”
his eyes scanned your frame, taking in the leopard print nightgown that stopped right above your thighs, displaying your legs perfectly.
“how am i talking to you? you’re just here complaining,” you snapped back. “doing the most.”
jermajesty’s jaw tightened. without another word, he closed the space between you, took the wine glass out of your hand, and set it down hard on the counter right next to your phone.
“why do you keep playing with me?” he asked, his voice dropping into that quiet tone he only used when he was completely out of patience. “this a game to you?”
his hand slid up your neck to guide your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. you tried to pull back, but his thumb pressed firmly into your jawline, holding you dead still.
he stepped closer, crowding you right up against the kitchen island until your back pressed against it. your eyes instantly dropped down, away from his.
“no, it’s not a game, jermajesty,” you mumbled, trying to keep the attitude in your voice. he was usually the sweet one, the one who brushed off your mood swings, kissed your forehead, whispered promises and would probably let you get away with murder.
“look at me. i asked you a question,” he said, “i’ve been trying all week—all fucking week to make you happy. you don’t wanna talk? fine, but don't start that childish shit with me.” he was frustrated, but he wasn’t trying to hurt you. he loved you too much for that.
your shoulders dropped and your voice softened, “baby i'm not—”
“nah. don’t ‘baby’ me now,” he cut in, his grip on your jaw tightening just enough to pull your face right up to his. “you had all day to call me ‘baby.’” his eyes darkening as they tracked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes.
your eyes snapped back to his, his free hand slid down to your ass, his fingers digging into the plush of your skin and pulling you flush against him. he felt the quick hitch in your chest, heard the soft exhale that slipped past your lips, and his eyes narrowed.
“oh,” he breathed, a low hum echoing from his chest as he realized what was happening. “so that’s what this is? you acting up just cause you want dick?”
“jermajesty, no—”
“yeah, okay,” he whispered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned down, brushing his mouth softly against yours before pulling back just enough to look at you. “c’mere.”
he slid his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet bridal style as he guided you into the bedroom. pushing the door halfway shut behind him with his foot. the room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the hallway light spilling through the crack.
he walked you right up to the edge of the bed, “strip.” his voice leaving no room for argument. you looked up at him, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the warm beat beneath his shirt.
jermajesty stayed right between your knees, his hands resting firmly on the top of your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted you.
your breath hitched, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached down to grab the silk hem of your gown. slowly, you pulled it up over your stomach and chest, pulling it over your head and letting it drop onto the floor beside the bed.
jermajesty’s eyes tracked every inch of movement, his gaze drank you in. a quiet exhale slipped past his lips, his hands sliding higher up your bare thighs, pulling forward until his body was against yours.
“that's my baby,” he whispered, leaning down to press another tender kiss under your jaw, his lips lingering against your skin as his hands moved around to gather you up and ease you back flat onto the mattress. “now show me you're ready to listen.”
“you know i love you, right?” leaning in to press a kiss to the side of your neck, making you shiver. his thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles into your skin.
he slid his hand up your body, his rings cold against your skin. “open.” he drags his middle and ring finger against your bottom lip. you opened your mouth without a second thought, taking his fingers past your lips. jermajesty watched you intently, his heavy gaze locked on yours as he slowly rolled his fingers over your tongue—a satisfied hum vibrated in his chest.
“good baby,” he whispered, his voice thick and quiet against the stillness of the room.
he slid his fingers out, leaving your lips slick, before dragging that same hand down the column of your throat, over your collarbone, and straight down the center of your stomach.
“you had me fucked up all week, you know that?” leaning down so his chest pressed lightly against yours, pinning you softly into the mattress. “driving me crazy mama..making me overthink.”
“i’m sorry,” your voice barely above a whisper as your hands slid up to wrap around the back of his neck, feeling the smooth fade of his hair. “i was just being stubborn.”
“i know,” he said, a faint smile playing on his lips as he nuzzled his nose against yours. “that's why I'm gonna take my time with you tonight.”
his free hand moved to your thigh, hooking under your knee and gently guiding your leg wider, opening you up completely to him. he shifted his weight, pressing his hips firmly against yours until you could feel every inch of how bad he wanted you.
“you going to show me how sorry you are?” he asked, his thumb lightly caressing your inner thigh, his eyes searching yours for permission. the way your breath caught and your hips lifted toward his was all the response he needed.
jermajesty moved his hand higher up your inner thigh, purposely avoiding where you needed him most. he took his time, using his thumb to trace slow circles along the crease of your hip, making you shift restlessly beneath him.
he leaned down until his lips hovered above yours. when your eyes met his, he finally closed the distance, capturing your mouth. his tongue slow and thorough as he drank you in. an involuntary whimper escaped your throat into his mouth, your hands tangling tight into his hair to keep him close.
he broke the kiss just enough to trail his lips down your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses along your throat, hitting that soft spot right beneath your ear that always made you shiver. his hand sliding slowly up your ribs, his thumb brushing over the peak of your breast.
he lowered his head further, taking one soft nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling gently around it while his fingers finally slid down, sinking into the wet heat between your thighs.
you let out a quiet breath as his touch sent a pulse of heat straight through you. his fingers moved in slow rhythms, setting a pace that had your back arching against the mattress.
he kept his gaze locked onto yours, watching every micro expression on your face as he fingered you. every time a soft gasp slipped from your lips, a subtle smile touched the corners of his mouth.
his thumb working in small circles over your clit. your hands slid down his back. he could feel the slight tremble running through your thighs, the way your body was tighten up around his touch.
his fingers slid deeper as you pulsed around his touch. he paused just for a second, letting you feel his palm resting against your core, before resuming those slow strokes that had your head rolling back into the pillow.
his thumb applied just a fraction more pressure against your clit, your breath hitched sharply in your chest, a broken gasp escaping your lips as your inner muscles clamped tight around his fingers. a rush of heat crashed over you, starting deep in your belly. your back arched up off the bed, your thighs shaking violently.
jermajesty didn't pull away, he held you through it. his fingers continuing a gentle motion to ride out your release until your body slowly eased back down into the mattress, soft and completely breathless beneath him.
he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, and finally against your flushed cheek. his thumb stroked gently along your cheekbone, “there she is,” he whispered affectionately as he looked down at your ruined expression. “you still mad?”
you shook your head weakly, “good,” his hands moving down to remove his sweats. without giving you a second to catch your breath, jermajesty slid his hands beneath your hips and flipped you seamlessly onto your stomach.
your knees instinctively buckled into the soft mattress, your chest pressing flat against the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. his chest pressing firm against your spine for a second as his large hands gripped the sides of your waist.
he pulled your hips back and up, positioning you right where he wanted you. “think you forgot who your man was for a minute.” he purred right into your ear, his breath searing against your skin as his hand slid down to deliver a firm slap to your ass. the sound echoed sharply through the quiet bedroom. a loud gasp flew from your throat at the sting, your hips instinctively twitching.
he aligned himself and drove into you. “wait! oh, fuck—jermajesty!” you squealed, your fingers clawing at the bedsheets as your head buried into the pillow.
the fullness of him made your eyes water, setting off a chain reaction of loud, unfiltered moans that filled the entire room.
“yeah?” he scoffed softly, his voice dripping with a condescending satisfaction. dragging out almost completely before sinking all the way back in. “this what you wanted all week? acting like a spoiled brat just so i’d fuck you like this?”
each powerful thrust pushed you forward into the bed, your body completely at the mercy of his hands holding your hips locked into place. he wasn't being mean, but he was giving it to you so good, hitting that exact deep spot over and over again until you couldn't form a single coherent thought.
“i'm—i'm sorry! ughhh, jermajesty, please!” you sobbed out, your voice high, breathless, and trembling. “i'm s-so sorry, daddy, i'm sorryyy…” that word hit him like a lightning bolt. jermajesty’s hands tightened their grip on your hips, his thumbs digging deep into your skin as his pace suddenly snapped into something ruthless, his hips slamming hard against yours.
“what you sorry for?” he gritted out,
“i-i’m sorry f-for—fuckkk, baby, i'm sorry!” you cried out. your loud, desperate whines filling the room with every hard snap of his hips. you couldn't hold back if you tried, he was hitting you so deep that your whole frame was shaking violently under him.
“is it good mama? hm? tell me honey,” jermajesty hummed, leaning over your back to press his face into the side of your neck, his lips brushing your ear as he drove you deeper and deeper into the mattress. “my pretty baby...taking her dick so good.”
“you know this shit yours right?” you began to lose your arch, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “nuh-uh no running.” jermajesty’s hands hooked tight around your waist, yanking your hips right back up into position before you could slip flat against the bed. slamming back into you, the bed groaning with every thrust.
“d-daddy, please—i can't, it's too much!” you sobbed fingernails digging deep into the fitted sheets.
“yes you can,” jermajesty replied cockly. he pulled out almost all the way, making you whine at the sudden emptiness, before driving all the way back in until his hips flushed hard against yours, slowing down his pace. “look at you...crying and making all this noise. you gonna behave for me now?”
“yesyes! i–i promise! ” you cried out, your head rolling back against his shoulder as another wave of pleasure ripped through you. “gonna make me cum on this fucking dickkkk…”
jermajesty hissed at the feeling of you clenching down on him, “feel so fucking good,” his hips rolling flush against yours and driving into you until every inch of his length pressed against your cervix.
“you’re so creamy angel.” he reached one hand down beneath your stomach, his long fingers finding your swollen clit and applying a pressure that matched the rhythm of his hips.
the combination of his slow grinds and his fingers working your center pushed you over the edge. your body clamped down on him like a vise, your entire frame shook as a massive orgasm crashed through you, milking him for everything he had.
jermajesty let out a whine at the suction. he buried himself as deep as he could go, locking your hips tight against his, forehead resting against your shoulder as he filled you with his seed.
he pulled back, slowly slipping out of your tight, twitching heat with a quiet, wet sound that echoed in the heavy air.
before you could completely collapse into the mattress, jermajesty’s large hands slid under your waist and turned you over onto your back. you flopped back against the pillows, breathless, flushed, and completely unraveled.
he didn't give you time to collect yourself. jermajesty shifted up between your legs, he took his tip and began dragging it slowly up and down your swollen sensitive clit.
“shit—maj,” you gasped, your hips automatically jumping at the feeling, your hands flying up to grip his biceps.
“mhmm,” he hummed softly, a cocky smirk touching his lips as he watched your eyes roll back. “so obsessed with this pretty pussy…” he rubbed himself over you again, teasing you right on the edge. “gonna give you whatever you ask for.”
you whined, your toes curling as the overstimulation sent electric shocks straight down your thighs. “please, baby...put it back in…”
he hooked both of your legs up over his shoulders, lifting your lower back off the bed with a pillow so you were folded wide open beneath him. holding your knees firmly in place, jermajesty leaned down, his eyes locking onto yours as he lined himself up and sank all the way back in.
“oh, god—” you gasped, your back arching off the mattress as the size of him filled you up all over again. with your legs pinned over his shoulders, every single stroke hit impossibly deep, stretching you completely around him.
“you like that, mama?” jermajesty hummed.
“yes—ugh! baby, yes!” you cried out, your hands reaching up blindly to clutch at the headboard. he smirked down at you, enjoying every second of watching his sweet, loud baby. “look at you...shit—taking your dick like a good girl.”
“jermajesty...oh! you feel so gooddd,” you sobbed out, your hips involuntarily rising to meet his thrusts, completely addicted to the feeling of him.
“i know pretty girl,” he cooed, his tone softening as he leaned down, resting his forearms on either side of your head while his hips kept up that deep rhythm.
his lips brushed against yours, tasting the breathless sighs slipping from your mouth. “daddy got you, ma. take it for me.”
your hands moved up from the sheets to clutch your chest, your nails digging into the skin as another wave of heat began to coil tight in your stomach.
“jermajesty... wait, fuckkk, i'm gonna—” you gasped, your voice cracking as your head rolled back into the pillow, your thighs shaking violently where they rested against his shoulders.
“shittttt mama,” he growled softly right against your ear, his pace snapping into faster and harder thrusts that hit your gspot with precision. “cum on your dick.”
you screamed out his name. your body locking up tight around him, clamping onto his length. feeling your inner walls squeezing him so tight, “just like that, yeahhh.”
he let out a loud moan against your neck, his hands gripping your legs, pouring inside you again while you both rode out your orgasms together.
he held you tight against him as the aftershocks finally began to fade. slowly, he unhooked your legs from his shoulders and eased them down, letting your feet rest flat on the mattress.
“you good?” he asked softly, his forearms resting on either side of your head, just breathing you in.
“perfect…” you sighed, your eyes barely open, completely exhausted and fucked out. a genuine smile touched his lips as he leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, then to your nose, before slowly slipping out of you.
you let out a tiny whine at the sudden emptiness, but he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest, tucking your head right under his chin.
he reached over to grab the blanket, pulling it all the way up over both of your shoulders to trap the warmth around you.
“i love you, baby,” jermajesty whispered, his hand gently stroking your braids, “stop being a brat, alright?”
you giggled, “i love you too, daddy,” you mumbled into his chest, as you finally let your eyes close.
his fingers…. nerdy roommate!jermajesty who saw you struggling and frustrated with your Anatomy and Physiology II mock test, he couldn’t bear the sight of the tears that were about to fall and the pout on your face made his heart hurt, and he tried thinking of ways to make you feel better and help you study—then a lightbulb went off in his head.
you don’t fully remembered what happened; everything transpired quickly—what you do know is that, somehow, Jermajesty convinced you to let him help you try a new study method to retain the material, and now your back was flushed with the couch, your legs spread wide with Jermajesty between them.
“a major artery in the small intestine is what?” the 6th question that Jermajesty asked didn’t even register to your brain, the feeling of his two thick, veiny fingers curling up in you had your mind scrambled. an incoherent babble fell from your mouth, trying to form an answer. Jermajesty’s other hand came down on your pussy, giving it two firm slaps. “c’mon mama, focus and tell me the answer.” his firm tone made your eyes roll back as you weakly answered back, “superior mesenteric artery.” a smile fell on his face at your correct answer, “good job, mama, now can you tell me where peyter patches are found in the body?”
Jermajesty lowered his head as he gave a long slow lick to your pussy—he picked up the pace of his fingers, now slightly kissing at your g-spot, the feeling made your lower half jerk as your slick trickled over his fingers and down your asscrack, creating a mess on the couch. “it’s in the-hic!- large intestine?” your brain didn’t register that you blurted out the incorrect answer until you felt Jermajesty slowly take his fingers out of your soaked pussy and giving your clit a small slap while he tsked in disappointment. “incorrect answer, ma, now we got to start over. shameful how two fingers got you fucked dumb.” his voice dripping with condescension.
you let out a loud whine at his tone and the feeling of his fingers leaving you, making you feel empty. “s-start over?” your voice came out as a faint whisper. the feral look on his face made your breath get caught in your chest. “of course, mama, how else do you think you’re supposed to learn?” the word ‘learn’ barely even left his lips before he slid his two fingers back in you—the sudden movement made a strangled moan rip from your throat, eyes rolling harshly to the back of your head. “oh f-fuck”.
“now, question one—with the ABO blood typing system, what is the universal donor?”
