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summary: you and your boyfriend have been arguing the whole weekend, you reach your breaking point and turn to Randy for comfort he knows exactly how to make you feel better and forget about everything else.
contains: porn with little plot, usage of ây/nâ, cursing cheating, oral (f receiving), pinv, unprotected sex, degradation ( randy gets a lil mean and calls y/n a slut ), overstimulation, praise if you squint, possessiveness, you will be fucked and flipped around
notes: based off the song Gates Flow 2 âyour boyfriends a lame so iâm bout fuck your brains outâ since itâs been flooding my fyp , not proofread
you stood in front of the hotel door wearing a short pair of fold over shorts and a pink tank top, were you uncomfortable standing in that hallway wearing that, yes which is why you desperately knocked on the the door once more before it opened
ârandyâ you said, randy jr stood in the doorway blinking sleepily. he was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but low-slung pajama pants that framed his waist and highlighted a distinct happy trail. ây/n itâs so late why are you outside of your roomâ he asked
âwe got into another argument,â you admitted, your voice cracking slightly. âI needed air, so I stormed out... but when I came back, the door was locked. he won't open it.â
randy looked you up and down before stepping aside and nodding his head, gesturing you to come inside and you did
he didn't press for answers right away. Instead, he walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, patting the mattress beside him and you sat down next to him, the exhaustion finally catching up to you as your shoulders slumped.
before you could even start explaining, Randy reached out, wrapping a heavy, warm arm around your shoulders. He pulled you gently into his side. the heat radiating from his bare chest was comforting, a stark contrast to the freezing hallway youâd just been standing in.
âtalk to meâ he murmured, his thumb lightly rubbing your arm.
that was all it took for the floodgates to open.
âI just don't get it, Randy,â you started, your voice rising as the frustration bubbled back up. âitâs been the exact same argument since friday, every little thing turns into a screaming match. I tried to de-escalate it, I tried to just give us both space, but itâs like he wants to fucking fight.â
you gestured wildly with your hands, spilling out every petty comment, every misunderstanding, and the sheer exhaustion of walking on eggshells all weekend. Randy just listened, nodding along, his grip tightening protectively around you whenever your voice cracked with emotion. you ranted until your throat felt dry, finally letting your head drop against his shoulder with a heavy sigh.
âI'm just so tired of feeling like I'm always the one trying to fix thingsâ you finished quietly, staring down at your lap.
randy let out a soft breath, his chest rising and falling against your cheek. He leaned his head down, resting his chin lightly against the top of your hair for a moment before he spoke.
âlook at meâ he said softly.
you tilted your head up to look at him. His dark eyes were gentle and completely focused on you, and a slow, reassuring smile began to spread across his lips.
âletâs forget about him for tonightâ Randy said, his voice dropping to a soothing tone. âI know what can make you feel better.â
randy didn't wait for you to answer. he slid down from the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees on the floor right between your thighs. your breath hitched as his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to home
he rubbed down your thighs and back up again his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin through the thin fabric of your shorts.
ârandy, waitâ you whispered, your heart hammering against your chest. âwe shouldn't be doing thisâ
he looked up at you, his dark eyes intense and heavy with desire. âforget about himâ he murmured, his voice a low âhe doesn't deserve you anyway. not after leaving you out in that hallâ
before you could protest again, his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, smoothly sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. the cool air hit your bare pussy for a split second before the heat of his breath replaced it. when his tongue made first contact, a gasp ripped from your throat, your fingers instantly tangling into his hair.
he knew exactly what he was doing. randy used his tongue with a agonizingly perfect mix of broad, wet strokes and sharp, teasing pressure right where you needed it most. the pleasure was so sudden and intense that your thighs started to tremble uncontrollably against his shoulders.
"randy, please," you whimpered, arching your hips up into his mouth.
he just groaned against your skin, his hands moving to grip the back of your thighs to hold you still as he quickened the pace. he reached up and gently pushed you back onto to bed. the sensation was overwhelming, making your head roll back onto the mattress.
âoh my god!â you whined as he stuck a single finger in and gently pushed it in and out of you slowly
âlet me take care of you y/nâ he murmured against your clit, his hot breath making your skin goosebump. âjust let it goâ
your legs shook violently as a massive wave of release crashed over you, your toes curling as you cried out his name, shuddering completely under his touch.
he groaned against your skin, his hands moving up to grip the underside of your thighs to hold you steady as he quickened the pace. his tongue flicked faster, unyielding and relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge
and just like that you came and he sucked you through the climax until you were completely spent.
âiâm sorry!â you said covering your mouth in shock at how fast you came, randy chuckeld and shook his head âitâs okay baby, i can tell you needed thatâ
you lay there panting, your vision blurry, but he didn't let you rest for long. before you could even catch your breath, randy was standing up, shedding his pajama pants in one fluid motion. he climbed back onto the bed, pushing you back onto the sheets.
he reached down and lifted your hips, guiding your legs up until your knees were bent completely over your own shoulders, opening you up entirely to him in the dim light.
looking up at him like this, the reality of the situation rushed back for a fleeting second. âwhat if he hears?â you breathed, panicking slightly at how close your actual hotel room was. "the walls are so thin, randy. what if he comes looking for me and hears us?â
randy leaned down, his chest pressing flat against yours, pinning you into the mattress as he lined himself up. âso? let him hearâ he said directly into your ear âi dont give a fuck, let him walk past that door and know exactly who's taking care of youâ
with one deep push, he slid completely inside you. the fullness of his cock made you stretch, a tight, needy moan escaping your lips as your eyes closed tightly. randy didn't waste a single second, he immediately began to thrust in and out of you at a hard, deep pace that had the headboard thudding softly against the wall with every stroke.
he leaned down lower, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he drove into you again and again, hitting a spot that made your entire body go practically numb.
âfuck, y/n this pussy feels so good around meâ he groaned, his hands gripping your waist. he hit that exact angle again, eliciting a loud, breathless sob from you. randy smirked against your neck. âdoes he ever hit this spot? huh? does he make you scream like this?â
ân-no randy, noâ you cried out, your hands gripping his bare shoulders for dear life
âthat's rightâ randy whispered roughly, his chest heaving as he picked up the speed, driving into you with everything he had. âhe doesn't know what to do with you. you're mine tonightâ
every single thought of the weekend, the argument, and your boyfriend was completely erased from your mind, replaced entirely by the consuming heat of randy's touch and the rhythm of his body against yours.
randy suddenly gripped your waist, lifting you up and flipping you over onto your stomach in one rough movement. you barely had time to press your face into the pillows before his hands were on you again, pulling you backward until your hips were resting right at the very edge of the mattress.
your upper body was draped over the side, your hands reaching down to brace yourself against the carpeted floor for balance, while randy stayed up on the bed, kneeling right behind you. from this angle, your hips were tilted up perfectly for him, completely exposed and helpless to whatever he wanted to do next.
ârandy!â you started, but the word was cut off as he quickly and roughly thrusted back into
without the mattress absorbing any of the impact, he was able to go even harder and deeper than before. every single thrust hit your g spot, making your spine arch wildly. the intensity of it was too much to keep quiet and a loud, echoing scream ripped from your lips, bouncing off the walls of the dark hotel room. randy just groaned, his hands wrapping around the front of your hips to pull you firmly against his cock with every heavy, relentless stroke, setting a punishing pace that had you completely breathless and crying out into the empty space below the bed.
just as you thought you couldn't take any more of the depth, the hard rhythm suddenly stopped. randy stayed buried deep inside you, his chest heaving heavily against your back as he reached over to the nightstand. you heard the familiar chime of his phone screen lighting up.
he pulled your hair back gently, forcing you to look over your shoulder as he held the phone up, angling the camera down so you could see exactly how stretched open you were around him, the flash illuminating his cock slowly going in and out of your puffy soaking pussy. you heard the sharp click of the camera taking a picture, followed by the soft whir of a video recording the twitching of your thighs.
ârandy, what are you doing? ss-stopâ you whimpered, trying to shift away, but he held you firmly in place with his weight, his fingers typing rapidly on the screen.
your own phone on the nightstand vibrated a second later.
âsince you love him so much, i'm not gonna send these to himâ randy said as he began to pound inside you again
âbut i'm gonna send them straight to you, y/n. so every single time he's lying on top of you, thinking he owns you, you can look at your phone and have a reminder of exactly how loud you scream when my thick dick is stretching your tight little pussy out from behind while you beg me to ruin you.â
his words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, making you melt around him as he locked his phone, dropped it back on the mattress, and immediately started pounding into you again with a renewed, devastating force.
every heavy and hard thrust from behind sent a wave of total sensation down your body, making your hands slip against the carpet as you tried to maintain your balance. randy noticed, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you perfectly still, anchoring you so he could drive even deeper into you.
âlook at yourselfâ he growled, his voice a low as he kept up the brutal pace âlook down at the floor and think about how you're leaking all over my sheets while he's sitting a few doors down wondering where you wentâ
ârandy, please!â you cried out, your voice breaking as he hit that sweet spot again, hard enough to make your vision blur.
âplease what? tell me what you wantâ he teased as he slowed his hips down for a fraction of a second, pulling almost all the and rubbing the tip at your now swollen entrance âyou want me to stop? or do you want me to stretch you out so bad that you won't even be able to walk straight back to his room?â
âdon't stop! please don't stop!â you whined, your fingers clawing at the carpet as the friction built to an unbearable peak.
randy let breathless chuckle and he slammed back in to the absolute hilt, eliciting a loud, broken sob from you, his movements turning frantic and desperate. âthat's right. forget about him. he doesn't know how to handle you. he doesn't know how tight you get when you're about to cum, does he?â
he leaned over you, his fingers pinched at one of your nipples under your shirt as his hips pounded against yours with a wet, heavy pace âi'm the only one who gets you this wet. i'm the only one who makes you scream like a slut in a random hotel room. tell me whose pussy this is, y/n. tell me who owns this pussy tonight.â
âyours!â you sobbed out, completely broken down by the intensity of it all, your head dropping onto your arms as the room spun. "it's yours, randy, please!â
"thatâs right it's my oussyâ he groaned, his grip tightening on your waist until his knuckles turned white. âand you're gonna remember the way it feels every single time he tries to touch you.â
the sound of his hips slamming against yours filled the quiet room, completely drowning out the distant hum of the hotel hallway. you couldn't even think straight anymore your entire universe had narrowed down to the cold carpet beneath your fingertips, the sensation between your thighs, and the crushing weight of randyâs body keeping you pinned to the edge of the bed.
randy was completely breathless now, his chest heaving aggressively with every deep, punishing stroke. he reached down, he leaned down completely and his large hand sliding under your stomach to cup your throat gently, forcing your head up just enough so he could whisper right into your ear.
âyou like being sluted out by me, don't you?â he rasped, his voice dropping âyou've been wanting this all weekend.â
âno- i- â you tried to gasp out, but he cut you off by driving in a little harder, hitting that deep spot with an unforgiving angle that made your thighs shudder violently.
âdon't lie to m y/nâ randy cooed, his grip on your hips tightening until it almost bruised. âyou didn't come to my room just to talk. you knew exactly what would happen the second i opened that doorâ
the raw dirtiness of his words made your body betray you, tightening instantly around his length. randy let out a loud groan at the sudden squeeze, his pace turning fast and frantic as he neared his limit.
âfuck, you're so tightâ he choked out, his movements becoming heavy and relentless, pushing you so far over the edge of the mattress that your chest was practically touching the floor. âim about to cum..tighten up just a little bit more for me baby, take all this dick in for me one last timeâ
you couldn't even answer him. another wave of release hit you like a truck, your vision going completely dark as your muscles convulsed around him. randy gave three more deep, desperate thrusts, a loud groan ripping from his chest as he came deep inside you, holding his hips locked flush against yours until every last drop was gone
randy stayed buried inside you for a long moment, his chest heaving heavily against your back as he waited for his breathing to slow down. the room was dead silent, save for the sound of your shared, ragged gasps echoing in the dark.
slowly, he pulled out of you with a soft, wet sound that made you whimper. he reached down and gently grabbed your waist, pulling your limp body back onto the safety of the mattress. you collapsed onto your side, your legs still trembling uncontrollably and your skin damp with sweat. randy climbed over you, collapsing onto his back right beside you, one heavy arm pulling you flush against his chest.
he leaned down and kissed the top of your head, his voice still low and raspy. âi told you i'd make you feel betterâ he murmured, his thumb rubbing your bare hip.
you just nodded, too exhausted to speak, your eyes heavy as the absolute exhaustion of the weekend finally started to pull you under. for the first time in days, the knot of tension in your stomach was completely gone.
Mannn wtf did I just read. I shouldâve just stayed curious
This is exactly why i donât read fics with the brothers involved unless itâs about friendship because what the actual fuck?? What in your right mind made you wanna write some nasty shit like that and post it thinking you really did something?? Pls go see a therapist @jacksonsdearest
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hey boo! first i just wanna say i love ur workkk. second i wanted to request a jermajesty fic based on the song âWeekendâ by Mac Miller & Miguel. It can be like a situationship between the reader or wtv you thinks works best, it can also have smut if ur comfortable. thank youuu :)))
ððââË weekend
jermajesty j. âËà¿
pairings: jermajesty x fem!reader
synopsis: after normalizing days of a toxic cycle, you get to see the day to day trials and tribulations between you and jermajesty. the week is going as expected, until a friday night encounter crashes down immediately over the ultimate question of commitment. can you guys recover?
warnings 18+, situationship, âdailyâ pov, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), choking, creampie, oral (f receiving), toxicð, emotional manipulation, heavy angst, messy confrontation, arguing, jermajesty canât leave you alone, texting, reader is toxic (if you squint), use of pet names (bae, baby, ma, mama, pa), use of daddy
wc: 5.4k
a/n: guys donât kill me, i DO NOT genuinely think jermajesty is toxicð. thank you anon for the request, i really hope this is fits it! im sorry it took a while i had a rough time trying to make the story make sense. i think i lost the plot of the song so pleaseeee dont hate me. I tried like making 'texts' but I didnt really wanna just put pictures , it wouldve thrown me off. I pray it doesnt look weird, or cornyðiâve gone over this 1000 times, i hope you guys enjoy reading thisð¥¹
requests are open!
(for my @ pls lmk if you wanna be tagged for only jaafar, only jermajesty, only michael, or if you dont mind all!!)
tags (message to be added or removed): @mimionspot, @ghettofabu05, @lilitheebaddest, @swavydadon, @4ppl3h34d, @mrsj4cks0n, @callmelyriic, @sweetdreamingx , @plan3tch1ld, @deathbl0gging, @softchaosdiary505, @keiiate, @superduperawkwardcutie, @notepadgirl14
sunday:
you were already over it. you had just spent the last hour arguing with jermajesty over the phone.
the conversation went from 0 to 100 in less than two minutes.
you knew exactly what his game plan was. heâd pick a fight, get under your skin, fuck you, then act like nothing happened the next day.
he did it every time.
call you, argue with you, then spend the next twenty four hours blowing up your phone asking why you werenât texting him back.
you didnât even trip this time. if he wanted space so bad⊠you were gonna give him exactly what he asked for.
monday:
Today 10:18 AM
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: yooo
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: i miss you
jermajesty âð ðŸââïžð: myf again
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: come over later?
Today 1:13 PM
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: mama
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: ik you working
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: but you can still text me
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: you have done it before
Today 4:59 PM
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: you deadass ignoring me?
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: i said i was sorry last night.
[jermajestyâð ðŸââïžðunsent a message]
[jermajestyâð ðŸââïžðunsent a message]
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: shordy imma js leave you alone
you: please do.
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: nah bro you got itð€£
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: just moving mad weird
Today 8:27 PM
you: mind you, completely your fault.
you: so stand on what you said.
you: stop texting me.
[seen 8:30 PM]
it was 9 pm, you had just clocked out of a 12 hour shift.
saying your last good nights to your colleagues, you packed your things and began to make your way home.
you already knew what your phone would look like when you opened it.
you could just feel it.
you could already picture the flood of notifications waiting for you.
because if there was one thing jermajesty refused to do, it was leaving you the fuck alone.
so, you shut your phone down completely.
once you got home, you relieved yourself of your clothes and started your shower.
itâs going to be a long ass week.
tuesday:
you woke up to six missed calls and a paragraph you didn't even bother reading.
by the time 3 pm rolled around, the stress of the week was already wearing you down, and that stubborn anger started softening into a frustrating sense of need.
you were totally checked in now.
the distance between you guys felt irritating, and despite the sunday fight, all you could think about was wanting to get your hands all up on him.
Today 6:42 PM
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: you still mad?
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: cause i'm not
[jermajestyâð ðŸââïžðunsent a message]
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: stop being weird and pull up
you: no i'm tired maj.
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: i'll rub your back
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: n buy you foodÂ
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: just come here.
you: iâll think ab it.
nine came quicker than you anticipated.
you did genuinely think about just going straight back to your own place after work, repeatedly telling yourself that you werenât going to give into him this time.
but as you stood by your car, the exhaustion settling into your bones, the toxic reassurance of his presence pulled at you.Â
why wouldn't you go?
inevitably, you ended up at his place.
you knew you would.
your feet dragged as you made your way to his apartment door.
you unlock his door with the spare key he gave you months ago, the silence of his apartment immediately wrapping around you.
you found him exactly where you expected. in the bedroom, lying across the mattress with his phone propped in his hand.
the second he looks up and sees you, a knowing smirk spreads across his face.
âknew you'd pull up,â he says, his voice low.
a rumble that instantly does things to your stomach.
you don't even say anything.
you just drop your bag on the floor and climb onto the bed, crawling straight into his space.
you're too exhausted from the week to argue, and right now, the only thing that matters is getting your hands all up on him.
you slide onto his lap, straddling his waist as he drops his phone onto the mattress, his large hands instantly locking onto your hips.
the size difference between you two is crazy, his frame swallowing you completely.
âthought you were tired, mama,â he murmurs, his dark eyes burning into yours as his thumbs trace the sides of your waist.
âi am,â you whisper, leaning down to press your lips against his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne. âjust shut up and fuck me.â
jermajesty lets out a low growl, his grip tightening as he flips you easily onto your back, pinning you.
he doesn't waste any time.
his mouth hits yours in a deep, desperate kiss that completely steals the breath from your lungs.
his hands moving quickly to release both of you of your clothes.
you hear his length hit against his stomach, the tip leaking and ready.
he shifts between your thighs, the heat of his skin pressing against yours.
thereâs no waiting, only a raw, overwhelming need to indulge in eachother after fighting the distance.
he slides inside you completely unprotected.
not wanting to waste another second, heavy push that makes your eyes roll back as a breathless gasp escapes your lips.
âfuck, i missed you,â he groans against your ear, his voice broken as he begins to move.
he drives into you with a punishing rhythm.
his large hands anchoring your hips down so you have to take every bit of him.
you arch your back, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as the intense friction rises low in your stomach.Â
âoh my god, maj!â
every push is deep, leaving you falling apart as he fills you up.
âdaddy is so,â he drove deeper.
his dark eyes locked onto your face to watch how completely undone you are. âfucking sorry, babyâ
the friction is unraveling, the messy sound of your skin meeting skin filling the quiet bedroom.
jermajesty leans down, pressing heavy kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving faint hickeys that you know you'll have to hide tomorrow at work.
âyou forgive me? hm?â
you nod, your eyes beginning to roll back.
âtalk to me,â he commands softly, his pace quickening, becoming harder and more urgent.
âyeâoh,â
âtell me, baby,â he was relentless.
his thrusts were punishing, you didnât even realize the things that were spewing from your mouth.
âyesyesyesyes,â you screamed. âoh daddy, please donât stop, pleaseplease!âÂ
your walls contract tightly around him, jermajesty lets out a soft whimper at the feeling.Â
you open your eyes, looking up at him through a blurred haze of pure pleasure as he delivers his few final thrusts.
âshittt,â his words dragged as he filled you with his warm cum.
after ensuring his seed was completely inside you, he collapses against you, his breathing ragged against your neck.
he just keeps his heavy arm draped over your waist, anchoring you close to him as your heartbeats slowly sync up.
you were definitely reminded why you always ended up back here.
wednesday:
your 6:30 alarm quickly pulled you back to reality.
you blinked away the last traces of sleep before rolling over, your eyes landing on a peacefully sleeping jermajesty.
sometimes you were grateful things were like this.
life was already hard enough without having to rush back home every morning just to get ready for the day.
at this point, you practically lived with him.
your clothes had slowly started taking over his drawers, and your skincare products were cluttered across his bathroom counter.
somehow, neither of you seemed to care, it was just normal.
after your shower, you brushed your teeth before settling in front of the vanity to do a light beat.
you were only halfway through when you suddenly felt a familiar warmth wrap around you from behind.
two large, heavy arms locked around your waist, pulling your back flush against his bare chest.
jermajesty rested his chin right on your shoulder, his eyes still heavy with sleep as he watched you in the mirror.
âyou moving too fast, mama,â he mumbled, his voice deep and completely raspy from just waking up.
âstay in bed a little longer.â
you let out a soft breath, trying to focus on blending your concealer despite the way his hands were already slowly sliding up under your shirt, his thumbs tracing the skin under your bra.Â
âi have to get to work, maj. unlike you, i actually have a schedule to keep.â
he let out a low chuckle against your neck, his lips brushing over the fresh hickeys he had left there last night. âfuck your schedule. call out.â
âyou wish,â you whispered, but you didn't pull away.
instead, you leaned back into his warmth, letting your eyes close for just a second.
wednesdays were always your favorite.
somewhere between sundayâs arguments and whatever mess monday brought, the two of you always found your way back to each other.
by wednesday, everything wasâŠeasy.
no arguing. no petty comments. no blowing each otherâs phones up.
you both already knew youâd be staying over that night.
there was never really a conversation about it anymore.
somehow, the lines between whatever this was and what it wasnât always got a little blurrier on wednesdays.
for one night, neither of you thought too hard about it.
you just let yourselves exist together.
he squeezed your waist once, tightly, before finally letting go with a low groan. âfine. but you coming back after right?â
you opened your eyes and caught his gaze in the mirror. âwe'll see.â
he nodded his head, chuckling lightly. âimma make you something to eat real quick, okay?â
âmhm.â
Today 8:15 AM
you: i left my charger on your nightstand don't move it
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: aii
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: but you coming back tho?
 jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: after work?
you: maybe!
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: ð
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: you will
thursday:
by thursday morning, youâd hit a wall.
it happened everytime without fail.
reality always seemed to settle in right before the weekend.
suddenly, everything about whatever this was felt too much.
the sleepovers.
waking up next to him.
leaving your clothes at his place
letting yourself get so comfortable with someone who wasnât even your boyfriend.
it made your chest feel tight.
you hated how easy it was to forget where the line was.
before you knew it, you were already pulling away.
your phone buzzed during lunch.
Today 12:04 PM
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: what we doing for dinner?
you: iâm going home tonight.
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: why?
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: we were fine this morning
you: i just need space.Â
you: pls donât text me.
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: here you go bro.Â
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: stay doing this shit
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: canât ever just be good
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: like iâm actually sick of this shitð
Today 5:20 PM
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: ????
Today 7:54 PM
you: be sick then idk what to tell you
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: lmk when that nigga leave you alone
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: cause iâm alr knowing
you: if i donât wanna be around you then why would i wanna be around smb else?
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: thatâs just how you are
Today 9:45 PM
you: i guess jermajesty
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: cool off you, for realð
[you loved âcool off you, for realðâ]
you stared at the screen for a second before locking your phone.
he always acted like he didnât care.
like he was done.
but give it a few hours, and heâd be blowing your phone up asking what he did wrong.
and every single week, it was the exact same cycle.
you just let it happen.
friday:
your phone buzzed right at 12:15 am, the screen lighting up the dark room.
Today 12:15 AM
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: you deadass?
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: call me
Today 2:43 AM
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: my fault for tweakinnn earlier
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: i know youre not fw nobody else
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: i was just mad
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: please pick up
Today 6:15 AM
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: come see me tn
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžð: answer me bae
jermajestyâð ðŸââïžðtext me back
you woke up and saw the notifications, a small smile pulling at your lips.
just like clockwork, the tough act had completely dissolved by morning.
you had him whipped and you both knew it.Â
the workday dragged by. your feet hurt, your back ached, and by the end of your shift you felt like you could barely keep your eyes open.
after everything that had been running through your head since yesterday, you were completely drained.
but the second the clock hit 9:00
everything changed.
fridays always felt different.
the second you walked out of those doors, it was like a switch flipped.
the stress from the week stayed at work, and for the next two days, none of it mattered.
you didn't even bother looking at your phone as you left the building.
you drove straight to your own house, needing a moment to completely reset before facing him.
walking through your front door, you stripped out of your work clothes and stepped into a steaming hot shower.
letting the water wash away all the long hours, the tight ache in your chest, and the frustration from thinking about your situation with that man.
once you stepped out, you took your time drying off and sliding into a comfortable laced set.
you smoothed a thick layer of your favorite scented lotion over your skin, the sweet, warm fragrance filling the room until you smelled absolutely amazing.
you headed out to the balcony, the cool evening air hitting your face.
you sat down on the soft lounge chair and took your time rolling up, the quiet routine grounding you as you sparked it.
you inhaled deeply, letting the smoke slowly rise into the air.
by the time you were a little faded, the remaining stress of the week had completely evaporated.
you pulled out your phone, looking down at his spam of messages from earlier, a soft smile finally playing on your lips.Â
the walls you tried to build up on thursday were officially gone.
without wasting another second, you open your contacts and call him.
he answers on the very first ring, the line clicking open so fast it makes you let out a quiet breath against the night air.
âyou good?â his voice is the first thing you hear, heavy and laced with an immediate urgency that tells you heâs been staring at his phone waiting for this exact moment.
âmhm. what you doing,â the feeling making your voice sound soft and slow.
ânothing, just thinking about you,â he says without a second of hesitation through the speaker. âwhere you at?â
âiâm home, and i miss you.â
âcan you come over?â
âshit. i'm on my way,â he says, âstay right there, mama.â
you giggle softly, âokay pa, iâm waiting.âÂ
you set your phone down on the couch, a smile pulling at your lips.
despite the intense arguments and the walls you tried so hard to build up, it always came back to this.
the back and forth was toxic, but his immediate need to be near you was the only thing that could actually quiet your mind.
not even twenty minutes later, the faint buzz of the apartment intercom cuts through the quiet room.
you press the button to buzz him in, leaving your front door unlocked as you settle back down, waiting.
within a minute, the heavy sound of his footsteps echoes down the hallway, and your apartment door swings open.
jermajesty steps inside, in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
the second his dark eyes lock onto you, the lingering tension from the entire week completely evaporates.
he walks across your living room with that familiar, confident stride.
as he gets closer, his nose flares slightly, catching the sweet, warm fragrance of your lotion mixed with the faint scent of weed clinging to your skin.
âyou smell good as fuck,â he rumbles, his voice raspy as he reaches the edge of the couch.
he reaches down, his large hands easily wrapping around your waist to pull you up into his space.
âyou high?â he murmurs against your skin, noticing the slight glaze in your eyes.Â
âjust a littlee,â he always hates when you aren't fully present with him.
but seeing how relaxed you finally look, his grip only tightens, lifting you slightly.
âiâm sorry, maj.â
your hands slowly came up to cup his face.
you took your time tracing every familiar feature, like you were trying to memorize him all over again.
your fingertips skimmed over his cheek before your nails softly grazed his lips, your touch impossibly gentle.
he didnât pull away. he just looked at you, letting you hold him.
âyou donât have to say sorry, ma,â he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper against your fingertips as he lets you cradle his face.
he leans into your touch, his heavy eyelids dropping slightly as he just breathes you in.
the anger, the messy texts, the stubborness and pride it all completely dissolves in the quiet of your living room.
jermajesty reaches up, his massive hands covering yours where they rest on his cheeks.
he gently pulls your hands down, kissing the palms of each one before placing them tightly against his chest, right over the steady thud of his heart.
âi hate when we do that shit,â he admits softly, his dark eyes locked onto yours, completely stripped of the tough exterior he usually puts up.Â
âi donât like fighting with you, or going hours without speaking. you don't gotta push me away when things get heavy. thatâs why im here.â
he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, his warm breath fanning across your lips.
the sweet scent of your lotion is wrapped all around both of you, making the room feel like the only place that matters.
âi know,â you whisper, the soft admission slipping past your lips before you can even think to hold it back. âiâll do better, i swear.âÂ
the feeling of being high always made everything feel slow and intensely real.
looking up into his dark eyes, jermajesty lets out a long, shaky breath, his grip on your hands tightening.
he slides his hands back up to your wrists, slowly moving them down to your waist until heâs pulling you entirely against him again.
he groans softly against your skin, inhaling the warm, sweet fragrance of your lotion.
you wrap your arms around his neck.
your fingers tangling into the short hairs at the nape of his neck as he effortlessly lifts you off your feet, carrying you out of the living room and down the short hallway.
the second your backs hit the mattress of your bed, his mouth hits yours in a deep, desperate kiss that steals the remaining breath from your lungs.
his hands already moving with practiced ease to rid both of you of your clothes.
he pins your thighs open with his knee, his heavy weight pressing down until youâre completely stuck under him.
his hands hook into your shorts, pulling them off, as he unhooks your laced bra in one quick, impatient motion.
he looks down at your body, his eyes tracking the faint marks he left all over from tuesday night.
he reaches down, his palm sliding over your thigh to hold you still, his fingers checking how wet you already are for him.
âlook at me, mama,â he commands, his voice dropping low and rough, making your stomach flip. âkeep your eyes on me.â
you look down, your eyes still a bit heavy, right as he lines his mouth with your core.
your breath hitches when you feel the hot air from his nose brush against your inner thigh.
you try to close your legs, suddenly feeling a little shy, but jermajesty just chuckles low in his throat.
his big hands grip your knees, spreading your thighs wide and pinning them down against the mattress so you can't move.
âchill, baby,â he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your skin. âlet me taste you.â
before you can even say anything, his tongue slides all the way up, from your entrance to your clit in one slow, wet stroke.
your hips jerk off the bed instinctively, your fingers burying into the sheets as a loud gasp tears from your throat.
the feeling instantly making your mind go completely blank.
he doesn't waste any time.
his mouth cups you completely, his tongue worked overtime, targeting the exact spots he knows drive you crazy.
âmaj,â you whimper, your head rolling back into the pillow.
he lets out a muffled growl against you.
his tongue is relentless, lapping at you hungrily while he sucks you into his mouth.
making the messy, wet sounds fill the quiet bedroom.
you're completely unraveled, your hands leaving the sheets to find his hair, pulling him closer even though you can barely handle the feeling.
âbaby, yes,â you're shaking, your thighs trembling against his shoulders.
you can't even hold it in, your back arches completely off the bed as you came undone.
a loud, broken cry escaping your lips as your body trembled.
jermajesty stays right there, drinking you in until your hips finally stop twitching.
he slowly crawls his way up your body, a satisfied smile on his face as he hovers back over you.
his lips and chin wet, shining with your coating.
âyou good, mama?â he pants.
you can only nod, your breathing ragged as you look up at him.
he shifts his weight off the bed.
he removes his sweatpants and boxers at once, before pulling you down to the edge of the mattress, lining his length up against your wet thighs.
he lifts your legs, draping them over his shoulders so youâre completely open.
he drives himself as far as he could go.
you both moan out, your fingers instantly digging into the bedsheets.
your eyes roll back as a breathless cries rips from your throat.
the angle makes him hit so deep you could barely hold it together.
âfuck, i love this pussy,â jer groans, his dark eyes locked onto yours as he starts to move.Â
he finds a fast, unforgiving tempo.
after a few heavy strokes, he grips your hips and pulls you up, shifting your body so you're on your hands and knees.
he hovers right over your back, his frame completely covering you as he slides right back inside from behind.
the change in position makes you gasp, your head dropping against the mattress.
jermajesty reaches around to wrap one hand firmly around your throat.
he uses his other hand to push down on your lower back, flattening your body against the mattress to change the angle and make him hit even deeper.
every thrust made your whole body shake.
the messy, wet sound of skin hitting skin fills your quiet bedroom.
you scream his name as you fall apart underneath him.
âjermajâmaj i canât baby pleaseohmy,â you gasp out, your voice breaking into a breathless sob.
ânah bae, you gotta take this shit.â
he pants against the back of your neck, his voice rough and completely blown out as he ignores your begging. âmhm yeah, take it, just like that.â
he keeps his hand heavy on your lower back, holding you flat against the bed while he delivers two more pounds to your core.Â
you can't even fight it, your whole body goes entirely stiff.
your muscles clenching down on him in a tight pulsating squeeze as you crash completely.
the feeling of you clamping down on his sensitive length sends jermajesty falling apart inside you.
his chest heaving as he drives all the way inside you one last time, his abs flexing.
he holds himself deep, pinning your hips down as he completely unloads his warm seed deep inside you.
he shudders against you, his body relaxing as the final waves pass through him.Â
he just slumps over your back, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
after a long minute, he slowly slides out and rolls onto his side, pulling your weak, trembling body with him so youâre tucked tightly against his bare chest.
his heavy arm drapes over your waist, pulling you closer to him in the quiet room.
your breathing finally slows down, the stress of the week completely gone.
âi donât think i'll ever be able to leave you alone,â he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of defeat and acceptance.
you giggle, turning your body to fully face him.
âi donât think you could either.â
jermajesty lets out a low, breathless chuckle, the sound vibrating against your chest as his arm tightens around your waist.
he pulls you even closer, burying his face into your hair and inhaling the lingering scent of your lotion.
âyou think you're funny, huh?â he murmurs, his lips brushing against your forehead.
the playful mood feels warm and light, a complete change to the heavy silence that usually follows your fights.
looking up at him in the dim light of your room, you can see the tension completely gone from his jaw.
he looks relaxed, completely content just holding you.
âi'm serious though,â he says, his dark eyes locking onto yours, his voice dropping into a softer, more serious tone.
âyou gotta stop with that attitude and ghosting shit. it drives me crazy.â
you trace a slow pattern on his chest, feeling the steady, calm beat of his heart under your palm.
âwell you keep fucking with my feelings.â
jermajesty lets out a quiet huff, but his grip on your waist doesn't loosen even a fraction of an inch.
he looks down at your hand on his chest, watching your fingers trace his skin before his eyes shift back up to lock onto yours.
âi'm not trying to fuck with your feelings, baby,â he says softly, his deep voice carrying a weight of honesty. âgenuinely.â
âI just shut down, and then you start pushing back, and it just blows up.â
he captures your hand, stopping your slow tracing to press your palm flat against his heart, holding it there so you can feel how fast it's actually beating for you.
âi just want us to be good to each otherâ he murmurs, leaning down until his lips are brushing against your temple. âi'm not going anywhere. we just gotta stop letting the petty shit get between us.â
you look up at him, his features look soft and warm in the lightning of your room.Â
hearing him say that hits you deep, completely melting the last bit of tension left in your chest.
âi want us to be good too,â you whisper, your voice barely keeping up with the quiet in the room.
jermajesty presses another soft kiss to your temple, letting out a long, heavy sigh that feels like heâs surrendering.
his thumb rubs slow circles against the back of your hand, still keeping your palm held tight against his chest.
âjermajesty.â your tone suddenly shifting, âdo you have any intention of actually being with me?âÂ
âi donâ okay, i want you, 100%.âÂ
âbut i donât think im ready for a relationship.â
the words hang heavy in the quiet room, instantly freezing the warm space between you.
your hand goes completely still against his chest, the steady thud of his heart suddenly feeling miles away.
âare you fucking serious?âÂ
jermajesty shifts his gaze, looking down at his fingers still wrapped around your wrist as if heâs trying to find the right words, but his grip doesn't loosen.Â
âiâm just being real with you,â he mutters, his voice dropping even lower, completely stripping away any attitude.
âi don't want to drag you into the chaos of what i got going on and wind up hurting you more than i already do.â
you pull your wrist out of his grip, the warmth from his skin turning freezing cold in a second.
you sit up, completely ignoring how naked you are, and stare down at him.
âthat is such a shit excuse, maj,â you say, your voice shaking but sharp.
âyou had no problem dragging me into bed right now. you don't give a fuck about the chaos when you want something from me.â
the relaxed look he had a minute ago is completely wiped away, replaced by the exact same tension you guys always slide into.
âit's not like that and you know it,â he snaps back, his eyes flashing in the dark.Â
jermajesty sits up, rubbing a hand over his face with a loud, frustrated sigh. âwhy do you always have to do this shit? we were good.â
âwe were good because you were getting exactly what you wanted,â you fire back, pushing your hair out of your face as the anger completely takes over.
âthe second i ask for any kind of real reassurance, suddenly your life is too much of a mess.âÂ
jermajesty lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as he drops his hand from his face.
he looks up at you, his jaw completely locked.
âi just told you i want you one hundred percent,â he says, his voice rising, thick with frustration.
âhow can you want me but not want to be with me?â
âi want you in my life, ma. i want to talk to you, i want to see you, i want to be right here with you like we just fucking were,âhe says, gesturing sharply toward the tangled sheets between you.
âbut a relationship means i gotta be stable for you. it means i gotta have my shit together so i don't drag you down into the bullshit i deal with every day. but it just canât work right now.â
you wrap your arms tightly around your chest, sitting up straight as his words hit you like a physical blow.
âokay, jermajesty.â
the room goes completely dead silent at the sound of his full name, the sudden flatness in your voice cutting right through his frustration.
jermajesty freezes, his arm dropping back to his side as he stares at you through the dark, his chest still heaving from the argument.
âbaby, don't do that,â he mutters, his voice dropping to his usual soft tone. âdon't give me that shut down 'okay' shit.â
you don't even look up at him, just staring blankly at the tangled blankets around your lap, your arms locked tight around your bare chest.
the agonizing realization that you've been giving your all to someone who keeps one foot out the door completely settles into your stomach.
âwhat do you want me to say, jer?â you ask quietly, all the fire completely drained from your tone.Â
âyou just told me exactly where we stand. you want everything from me, but you can't give me anything back. i heard you.â
he lets out a sharp, frustrated breath, running a hand through his hair as he looks down at you.
it was caught somewhere between wanting to reach out and pull you back against him, and the stubborn pride keeping him exactly where he stood.
âcan we justâi donât want to fight with you.â
âcâmere,â he reached his hand out, trying to pull you toward him.
âdonât touch me.â
he freezes, his hand hovering in the empty space between you for a brutal second before he slowly drops it back to his side.Â
âaight, so we doing this now?â
your eyes lift to his for a second, and everything he said was genuinely settling into your head.
 you just nod once, like youâve already decided.
âhonestlyâŠiâm done with you. you can leave.â
jermajesty completely freezes, his whole body going rigid as your words echo in the quiet bedroom.
he stares down at you, waiting for you to crack, something to show that you're just reacting out of anger.
âyou're done?â he repeats, his voice incredibly quiet now, the anger completely draining out of it and leaving something much heavier in its place.
âjust like that? after everything?â
you don't even blink, keeping your gaze steady.
you don't answer him, because you've already said everything there is to say.
the reality of it hits him, he stands there for a long moment.
his jaw clenching as his pride battles with the sudden, terrifying realization that he actually just pushed you too far this time.
without another word, he turns around and grabs his clothes off the floor, pulling it over his head with aggressive movements.
the fabric rustles loudly in the dead silence of the room.
he grabs his keys and his phone from the nightstand, the metal jingling is the only noise in the rooms.
he stops at the edge of the bed, looking down at you one last time, hoping youâll look up or say something to stop him.
when you keep your eyes locked on the blanket, he lets out a breath.
âaight. bet,â he mutters.
he turns and walks out, his heavy footsteps thudding down the hallway before the front door clicks open, and then slams shut, leaving you completely alone in the quiet.
req: HELLOOO could u make a fanfic were Jermajesty and reader was in the car and he was doing that trend were reader is on her phone and he grabs it and locks her in the car and she doesn't even say anything then.....YOU CAN PIC THE REST?!ð
warnings: smut , car sex
a/n: idk I js wanted to make yall hungry w that picture
you and Jermajesty were heading back from a family reunion. it was long, tiring, but it was fun since you guys got to interact with everyone again.
you on the other hand didnât say a word and was on your phone.
it wouldnât have been a problem if he didnât having anything to say. but Jermajesty had a lot to say and he wanted to talk to you about everything that happened.
âAnd then Jaafar said that Princeâ(Name) are you even listening right now?â Jermajesty asked you.
âHuh? Ohâyeah Iâm listening, what was you saying?â you said, looking at your phone once more before putting it down.
he rolled his eyes, âyouâve been on that phone since we got in the car, whatâs going on?â
âWell I havenât been on it since we got there and itâs been like, 5 or 6 hours.â you told him.
âSo?â
âSo, I wanna check my notifications, Jermajesty. We can talk when we get home.â you replied, irritated now.
âWatch that tone.â he said.
âNigga?? I didnât even have an attitude with you until you saidââ the car was pulled over.
âGet in the back seat.â
âJermajesty whaââ âIâm not gonâ tell you again, (Name).â
you sighed and got in the backseat.
âStrip. Iâm giving you 2 minutes.â he told you before getting out the car and slamming the door shut.
you quickly strip off your clothes and fix your hair. âDonât know why im fixing this shit when itâs gonna get fucked upâ you thought.
after those two minutes passed, he opened the door, âface down, ass up.â
you complied immediately, arching your back perfectly for him.
âGood fucking girl. See, I like it when youâre nice, itâs not that hard to be nice is it?â he smiled mockingly.
you didnât answer, you were nervous but also more excited than nervous.
he slapped your ass, hard. âI asked you a question, mama.â
you yelp, ây-yeah..â
he finished taking off his belt before rubbing his length on your entrance. yes, he had no boxers on. why? ask him, not me.
you jerk away from him but he pulls you back. âNah, why you runninâ from this dick? You was just begging for it this morning.â
he slammed into you, causing you to moan loudly.
he pounded into you at a fast and steady pace. âYeahh baby, this what you needed? Thatâs why you had an attitude huh, baby?â he moaned out.
âF-fuck! Jermajesty pleaseeeâ you moan.
he pounded into you faster, the car was shaking back and forth. mind you, yall both were pulled over on the damn freeway.
âOouu shitâma Iâm finna nut.â he whined pathetically.
you both reached your orgasm quick.
he collapsed on top of you. âShit, yo pussy always make me tired, baby.â he told you
you laughed, but that laughter stopped immediately when yall saw blue and red lights flashing behind your car.
req: Hi! i literally love your work sm and read ur stuff almost everyday!!!ð i was wondering if can you do like a late night jaafar and randy accidentally catches readerxjermajesty in the act with heavy smut
warnings: smut
a/n: i got like 2-3 fics to do after this one yall LMAO but enjoy
you and Jermajesty were chillin on the couch, you both were alone downstairs while the rest were upstairs doing their own thing. both you and Jermajesty were just joking around and stuff.
âYouâre a dry texter, Jermajesty like genuinely.â you tell him.
âHow?â he asked you.
you re site the text he sent one of his fans, âLol, I see the edits.â you deadpan him while saying it. âOkay well I was just saying i see the edits of me.â he replied.
âYeah, the edits of yo ugly assâ you roll your eyes as you sit back and pick another show to watch. âExcuse me?â he looked at you, his eye brows furrowed.
âDo I gotta repeat myself nigga??â you question rolling your eyes again.
he laughed at you, thinking you were joking. âOh you playin, cuz I know you ainât rolling your eyes like I wonât beat that pussy up.â
âYou wonât cuz that lil dick wonât do shit for me anyway.â you said, but on the inside you were scared as fuck, because you knew you were done for.
he didnât speak for about 2 minutes, and when he did he was firm. âGet up.â
âNo.â
âGet up before I fuck you on this couch.â
you got up immediately and looked at him.
âNow what I want you to do is, go in my room, strip everything off, I donât want a single piece of clothing on you. When I walk in that room and I find you with anything on, I donât care if itâs a fucking sock, Iâm not stopping until the morning you understand?â
you nod quickly, but he wasnât happy with that. âWords, ma.â he slapped your ass.
âY-yes, pa..â you said before scattering to his room, stripping absolutely everything off. while you were doing that, Jermajesty got up and took his belt off, his shirt, his pants and his boxers off. Nice manners for someone whoâs in the house with 2 other people.
when he got to the room, his dick already nice and hard, he walked to you, got on the bed and kept eye contact the whole time. âSpread your legs, mamaâ he ordered you. you listened immediately and opened your legs.
he held your left leg while his other free hand went to your breast and he played with your sensitive nipple that was starting to harden. âJ-jermajes-â âShut the fuck up, ion wanna hear that mouth after you just called this shit little.â he immediately went to your clit and started rubbing it at a rough pace.
âO-oouu fuck y-yessss pa just like thatâ you gasp, throwing your head back. he bit his lip, as he stroked his length slowly before lining it up with your entrance. he slammed into you roughly and you let out a loud moan. âJ-JERMAJESTY!â
âIs it still little now?â he asked you chuckling but he already knew the answer to that as he started pounded the shit out of you.
âFUCK JER THAT FEELS SO GOODâ you practically screamed, both of you forgetting that thereâs others in the house. he leaned up on you, hands on your waist, chest on chest as he was fucking you good. âUh huh you like that, baby? Like when I beat this shit up?â he moaned out.
little did both of you know, you guys left the door open, Randy and Jaafar were standing there staring at the both of you in horror. âJermajesty what the fuck did we tell you bout leaving the fucking door open?â Randy said angrily.
Jermajesty paused his movements and looked back, he covered you a little before going back to pounding you. âYou wanna j-join then?? Since you gotta problem with me taking care of MY girl.â Jermajesty said rolling his eyes. you were looking at all of them in horror, but you couldnât help but feel even more hornier now that thereâs people watching the both of you.
Jermajesty felt you clench and he started to tease you. âOh you like it when you see my brothers watching me fuck the shit outta you? I felt you clench that pussy.â he laughed a little before fucking you harder. âUghhh fuck baby âm gonna comeâ you squeal
âYeah? You gon nut on my dick baby? Come on lemme see it, lemme see you nut on this shit, mamaâ and that pushed you to your limit as you release all over his length with a loud scream.
your orgasm pushed him as well as he let out a pathetic moan before pulling out and coming on your stomach.
you both laid there breathing heavily, trying to come down from your high. you look at the door to realize both Jaafar and Randy were gone. âThink we scared them off?â you ask Jermajesty. he laughed and kissed you. âProbably.â
bonus: when you both came out the room, you noticed Jaafarâs and Randyâs pants, they were both hard as hell.
A/N : the reader is doing a hickey prank on jermajesty, lol.
âHi youtube, welcome back to another videoâ you waved at the camera as it sat on your vanity.
âYall todayâs video is a prank on majâ you laughed biting your nail.
âHe really gon beat my ass, but iâm doing a hickey prankâ you gasp looking around sarcastically.
âi know i know im so funny, but right now im about to start the makeup and then text him asking him what time he will be homeâ you showed the morphe palette.
You picked the colors you wanted and started blending it into your neck, making a few spots.
but then you got a idea âoouu, i think imma put one right above my breast, he gone be heatedâ
You blended a purple bruise splotch right above your tit, enough where he can see it with your tank top on.
once done you had about 2 marks on your neck and 1 on your chest.
You knew jermajesty was going to go crazy about this but his reaction would be hilarious so you really couldnât wait.
You picked up the camera showing them the marks.
âalready guys im finished andd they look real in my opinion.â you nodded your head in admiration.
ânow iâm about to text jermajesty and ask him what time heâs coming homeâ you said grabbing your phone off the counter and going into your messages.
Once done typing you looked back up at the camera âok guys i said what time you think you will be home?â you said, just then your phone vibrated.
âdamn he texted back fastâ you opened up his message.
âHe said in about 10 minutes, why?, what i should i sayyyâ you made a thinking face, putting your finger on your lip.
âoh i knowâ you typed back fast âok i said i need you to stop by target, i need stuff to cook dinnerâ you smirked.
âyall i told him we were getting take out tonight because i was tired of cooking, he gone be confusedâ you said chuckling.
You felt your phone buzz again making you narrow your eyes.
âlike he honestly heard me when i said he need to text back before the message even sendâ you laughed shaking your head.
âokay he said i thought you werenât cooking but okay send me a listâ you typed back fast then sat your phone upside down on the counter.
âi had to sit my phone down because i want to make it seem like im stalling, but i said i changed my mind, just get whatever you want to eat and iâll cook itâ
âand he is worst then me when it comes to making decisions so he will for sure take ten years, now itâs time to make it more believableâ you moved your fingers in a quotation movement.
You went to his side of the room to get an old cologne of his.
âok yall so this cologne is one of his old ones, he hasnât even touched itâ its still fullâ you looked into the dark blue bottle.
âso imma spray it around the house and a little on me so it can have a faint smell when he get hereâ you said then turned the camera off.
Once you were done, you went back into the bathroom and grabbed your phone.
Seeing you had 5 messages and 2 missed calls from jermajesty your mouth fell open.
you picked up your camera starting the video back up.
âoh my god yall, i think he on his way home, i totally forgot to check my phone he called me two times and i didnât pick upâŠoopsie.â
âHe texted me and said, it donât matter what we eat itâs up to you, Do you want chicken and rice?, nevermind we had that a few days ago, you pick i donât know, hello are you there?â
âhe is hilariousâ you laughed shaking your head
âiâm about to look at his location to see where he atâ you swiped off your messages going find my.
Scrolling down a little from having almost everybody in your contacts location you found jermajesty.
After seeing he was pulling up you sprinted into action.
âyall this boy finna pull up, oh shitâ you said running into the living room, you sat the camera on the shelf, hiding it behind some decoration.
you made sure it could see you before you jumped on the couch turning on the tv.
As soon as you clicked on a show you heard the front door open.
Jermajesty walked in, with one bag in his hand.
You looked up from the couch, your expression completely blank.
Once he saw you he sucked his teeth, âso youâre on your phone but didnât see me calling youâ his voice laced with irritation.
You raised an eyebrow, acting confused.
âno, iâm sorry bae i didnt get your callâ you said, in the sweetest voice ever.
All he did was nod his head, not wanting to argue.
âwell i got your groceries, im gonna go take a showerâ he walked over to you giving you a quick kiss on the lips.
He turned back around heading to the room making you let out a sigh of relief, just as you thought he didnât notice that fast he stopped in his tracks.
Your face dropped and you quickly glanced over at the camera.
You heard him let out a small sniff making you press your lips together.
He turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, then he walked back over to you leaning down.
He put his nose to your cheek and let out another small sniff, then leaning back up straight and repeated his actions.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him, âum maj what the hell you doing?â your face full of fake confusion.
He narrowed his eyes at you before shaking his head ânah what the hell were you doing, why does it smell like a man in here, especially on youâ his head tilted.
You raised an eyebrow âdid you not just walk in? itâs probably youâ
âi didnât put any cologne on this morningâ
âoh⊠i donât have a clue thenâ you went back to scrolling on your phone.
Jermajesty looked you up and down before going over and snatching your phone out your hand.
Your head shot up, the hickeys almost noticeable.
âgive me back my phone boyâ you said reaching up just for him to move back.
âwho the hell was here, (name)?â
ânobody, give me my phoneâ you said standing up seeing he was opening your phone.
You sucked your teeth reaching for your phone but he pulled back once again.
âbro ainât nothing in there, you wasting your time, go get in the showerâ you said crossing your arms.
He looked up from the device, his eyes landing on your neck, specifically the purple bruises.
His eyes widened a little.
âBro what the fuck is that on your neckâ he walked over grabbing your chin and tilting your head up.
âwhat are you talking aboutâ you acted clueless.
Jermajesty rubbed the spots, luckily you put setting spray on them or the whole prank wouldâve been ruined.
âWhy do you have hickeys on you? and itâs one on your tittesâ he said rubbing the one on your chest also.
You pushed him off you of you before rubbing your own neck.
âoh that i burned myself with the curlers earlierâ you came up with a lie quickly.
âyou have your bonnet on though take it off and let me see the curlsâ he said reaching for your bonnet but you moved away quickly.
âunt unt, the curls dropped alreadyâ
âit would still be a little curly, let me seeâ before you could move he snatched the bonnet off.
Your wig was pin straight, not a sign of a curl in it. You made a face as you grabbed your bonnet back slipping it back on.
All jermajesty did was look at you, you almost stopped the prank right there once you seen his face.
His eyes were dark and narrowed, and his jaw was clenchedâ he looked sexy as fuck.
âso you cheating now? what the hell (name)â
âNo i didnât cheat, i told you the curls dropped baeâ you reached to wrap your arms around him but he pushed you away.
âi donât want you to hug me after you been letting another nigga suck on your neckâ he said shaking his head.
âyou sure you didnât put these on me? i mean we did fuck last nightâ you said in a âduhâ tone.
âI didnât do them, he didnât even get your sweet spot, you fucking on a lameâ his voice rough.
You almost let out a laugh but you quickly held it back.
âwhat are you talking about maj, go take your shower and hurry up so i can cookâ you said waving him off making your way into the kitchen.
âunt unt bring yo ass back here, now what nigga was sucking on your neck!â he said following you.
You let out a chuckle waving him off before grabbing the bags to see what he bought.
â(name) donât play with me, you hear me talking to youâ he said grabbing the back of your neck turning you to face him which causing you to gasp.
âAm i not fuckin you good enough or something, why you had somebody else here?â he voice now low and seductive.
oh he a bird, you thought.
â i just told you ainât nobody was over here, these came from mosquitoesâ you avoided his eyes.
He let out a low chuckle.
âfirst is was your curlers, then it was me but now it was mosquitoes? make up your mindâ
You shook your head pushing him away âwell i donât know what it was but i know it wasnât a niggaâ
Jermajesty nodded his head with a small smirk âwell since you donât know what it was, imma go let another girl suck on my neck so we can compare it, got it?â he suck up his middle finger before making his way out the kitchen.
You sat in disbelief for a moment before looking up at him.
âJermajesty donât play with meâ you said through gritted teeth.
âi ainât playing babyâ he disappeared down the hallway.
You sucked your teeth and made your way to the camera grabbing it down then made your way into your room.
âyall if he back here talking to a bitch imma crash outâ you said as you pushed the door open, you seen the bathroom light was on.
You walked inside seeing jermajesty shirtless and standing by the mirror on his phone, typing away.
âaye bro, you better be texting that group chat and not no female!â you said loudly making him look at you.
He had a fat ass smirk plastered on his face.
ânah shorty, you go find out what them marks is on your neckâ he played the game right back making you suck your teeth once again.
You snatched his phone out his hand, looking down you seen he was texting some random girl on instagram making you gasp.
âJERMAJESTY JACKSONâ you yelled which made him laugh and back up.
âit was a fucking prank bro!â you felt your eyes tear up, jermajesty finally noticed the camera in your hand making his jaw fall.
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Summary: Randy saw a sneak diss in your TikTok reposts after an argument, and he wanted you to stand on that.
âRepeat it back to me.â Randy had your curls in his hand, deeply stroking you from the back. âIâIâ your stomach was in knots, shakily holding the phone in your hand.
You shouldâve known better. You knew how strict Randy was, and you know how easily ticked off he gets. The TikTok just seemed so accurate to your anger towards him, how could you not repost?
Unfortunately, the moment led to him having you bent over the kitchen counter while you attempted to read the repost from your phone.
âDonât fuckinâ play with me.â His hand popped your ass sending a strike of electricity through you. You could barely think with his dick stretching you out. He was on the tip of touching 6,0 so of course heâs large everywhere.
And I do mean everywhere.
His dick sat deep inside of you, giving you a chance to gather yourself. âIâm being real patient right now, hurry the hell up.â He was so mean when you made him mad.
But boy, did that turn you on.
âG-glad Iâm singleâshit,â you tried to slightly ease up off of his dick, but he just grasped your waist and pulled you back. âDon't be runnin' take that shit." He gave a sharp thrust, hips clapping against your ass.
"Now read it."
You panted, clenching around him while you stood on your tippy toes. "G-glad I'm single and can d-do whatever I w-want." You dropped your phone onto the counter after reading it.
"So, you can do whatever you want?" He still hadn't moved inside you, letting you feel the pulsing length inside of you.
"Nooo, I was just talking, I swear." Your forehead met the cool surface of the table, in an attempt to catch your breath,
Randy just smacked his teeth before pulling out to where only his tip was inside. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped on to the edge of the table.
He fully slid inside of you, "FUCK!" Your hand flew back against his waist. "C-can't take it." Your cries went over his head as he bullied his dick inside of you, brushing against your G-spot and cervix.
"You takin' it right now, ma, what's the problem?" He continued at his hard pace, watching your ass ripple against him. The kitchen floor felt cold against your bare toes, the opposite from your body heat.
Your nipples rubbed against the counter as every stroke he gave sent you jerking forward. "Do you like irritating me?" He tugged at your hair and made you look at him.
"N-no, Ran, I'm sorry." Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you stared into his. His thick eyebrows were knitted together watching as you lost your mind on his dick.
He leaned down to tongue kiss you, making you moan into his mouth. All of these sensations at once, only stirred more arousal in your stomach.
You struggled to kiss him back as he pounded into you, pushing you towards your orgasm. "R-Ran, I'm close." You warned.
"Hold that shit." He pulled out and filled your hole with two of his long fingers. He didn't waste any time pumping them inside of you causing your legs to shake.
"Randy, please!" Your hand smacked against the table, feeling your orgasm on the teetering edge. You did not want to make Randy more upset than he already was.
But once he began to curl his fingers, all hell broke loose. Your legs shook as you let out a cry, squirting around his fingers. He watched as your essence splattered against the floor, and his hand.
He smacked his teeth as he withdrew his hand from your sopping entrance. He laid a gentle smack against your folds making you jolt.
"Since you can't follow directions" Smack "let's see how many times you cum," Smack "while I watch a movie."
summary: you and your boyfriend have been arguing the whole weekend, you reach your breaking point and turn to Randy for comfort he knows exactly how to make you feel better and forget about everything else.
contains: porn with little plot, usage of ây/nâ, cursing cheating, oral (f receiving), pinv, unprotected sex, degradation ( randy gets a lil mean and calls y/n a slut ), overstimulation, praise if you squint, possessiveness, you will be fucked and flipped around
notes: based off the song Gates Flow 2 âyour boyfriends a lame so iâm bout fuck your brains outâ since itâs been flooding my fyp , not proofread
you stood in front of the hotel door wearing a short pair of fold over shorts and a pink tank top, were you uncomfortable standing in that hallway wearing that, yes which is why you desperately knocked on the the door once more before it opened
ârandyâ you said, randy jr stood in the doorway blinking sleepily. he was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but low-slung pajama pants that framed his waist and highlighted a distinct happy trail. ây/n itâs so late why are you outside of your roomâ he asked
âwe got into another argument,â you admitted, your voice cracking slightly. âI needed air, so I stormed out... but when I came back, the door was locked. he won't open it.â
randy looked you up and down before stepping aside and nodding his head, gesturing you to come inside and you did
he didn't press for answers right away. Instead, he walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, patting the mattress beside him and you sat down next to him, the exhaustion finally catching up to you as your shoulders slumped.
before you could even start explaining, Randy reached out, wrapping a heavy, warm arm around your shoulders. He pulled you gently into his side. the heat radiating from his bare chest was comforting, a stark contrast to the freezing hallway youâd just been standing in.
âtalk to meâ he murmured, his thumb lightly rubbing your arm.
that was all it took for the floodgates to open.
âI just don't get it, Randy,â you started, your voice rising as the frustration bubbled back up. âitâs been the exact same argument since friday, every little thing turns into a screaming match. I tried to de-escalate it, I tried to just give us both space, but itâs like he wants to fucking fight.â
you gestured wildly with your hands, spilling out every petty comment, every misunderstanding, and the sheer exhaustion of walking on eggshells all weekend. Randy just listened, nodding along, his grip tightening protectively around you whenever your voice cracked with emotion. you ranted until your throat felt dry, finally letting your head drop against his shoulder with a heavy sigh.
âI'm just so tired of feeling like I'm always the one trying to fix thingsâ you finished quietly, staring down at your lap.
randy let out a soft breath, his chest rising and falling against your cheek. He leaned his head down, resting his chin lightly against the top of your hair for a moment before he spoke.
âlook at meâ he said softly.
you tilted your head up to look at him. His dark eyes were gentle and completely focused on you, and a slow, reassuring smile began to spread across his lips.
âletâs forget about him for tonightâ Randy said, his voice dropping to a soothing tone. âI know what can make you feel better.â
randy didn't wait for you to answer. he slid down from the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees on the floor right between your thighs. your breath hitched as his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to home
he rubbed down your thighs and back up again his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your skin through the thin fabric of your shorts.
ârandy, waitâ you whispered, your heart hammering against your chest. âwe shouldn't be doing thisâ
he looked up at you, his dark eyes intense and heavy with desire. âforget about himâ he murmured, his voice a low âhe doesn't deserve you anyway. not after leaving you out in that hallâ
before you could protest again, his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, smoothly sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. the cool air hit your bare pussy for a split second before the heat of his breath replaced it. when his tongue made first contact, a gasp ripped from your throat, your fingers instantly tangling into his hair.
he knew exactly what he was doing. randy used his tongue with a agonizingly perfect mix of broad, wet strokes and sharp, teasing pressure right where you needed it most. the pleasure was so sudden and intense that your thighs started to tremble uncontrollably against his shoulders.
"randy, please," you whimpered, arching your hips up into his mouth.
he just groaned against your skin, his hands moving to grip the back of your thighs to hold you still as he quickened the pace. he reached up and gently pushed you back onto to bed. the sensation was overwhelming, making your head roll back onto the mattress.
âoh my god!â you whined as he stuck a single finger in and gently pushed it in and out of you slowly
âlet me take care of you y/nâ he murmured against your clit, his hot breath making your skin goosebump. âjust let it goâ
your legs shook violently as a massive wave of release crashed over you, your toes curling as you cried out his name, shuddering completely under his touch.
he groaned against your skin, his hands moving up to grip the underside of your thighs to hold you steady as he quickened the pace. his tongue flicked faster, unyielding and relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge
and just like that you came and he sucked you through the climax until you were completely spent.
âiâm sorry!â you said covering your mouth in shock at how fast you came, randy chuckeld and shook his head âitâs okay baby, i can tell you needed thatâ
you lay there panting, your vision blurry, but he didn't let you rest for long. before you could even catch your breath, randy was standing up, shedding his pajama pants in one fluid motion. he climbed back onto the bed, pushing you back onto the sheets.
he reached down and lifted your hips, guiding your legs up until your knees were bent completely over your own shoulders, opening you up entirely to him in the dim light.
looking up at him like this, the reality of the situation rushed back for a fleeting second. âwhat if he hears?â you breathed, panicking slightly at how close your actual hotel room was. "the walls are so thin, randy. what if he comes looking for me and hears us?â
randy leaned down, his chest pressing flat against yours, pinning you into the mattress as he lined himself up. âso? let him hearâ he said directly into your ear âi dont give a fuck, let him walk past that door and know exactly who's taking care of youâ
with one deep push, he slid completely inside you. the fullness of his cock made you stretch, a tight, needy moan escaping your lips as your eyes closed tightly. randy didn't waste a single second, he immediately began to thrust in and out of you at a hard, deep pace that had the headboard thudding softly against the wall with every stroke.
he leaned down lower, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he drove into you again and again, hitting a spot that made your entire body go practically numb.
âfuck, y/n this pussy feels so good around meâ he groaned, his hands gripping your waist. he hit that exact angle again, eliciting a loud, breathless sob from you. randy smirked against your neck. âdoes he ever hit this spot? huh? does he make you scream like this?â
ân-no randy, noâ you cried out, your hands gripping his bare shoulders for dear life
âthat's rightâ randy whispered roughly, his chest heaving as he picked up the speed, driving into you with everything he had. âhe doesn't know what to do with you. you're mine tonightâ
every single thought of the weekend, the argument, and your boyfriend was completely erased from your mind, replaced entirely by the consuming heat of randy's touch and the rhythm of his body against yours.
randy suddenly gripped your waist, lifting you up and flipping you over onto your stomach in one rough movement. you barely had time to press your face into the pillows before his hands were on you again, pulling you backward until your hips were resting right at the very edge of the mattress.
your upper body was draped over the side, your hands reaching down to brace yourself against the carpeted floor for balance, while randy stayed up on the bed, kneeling right behind you. from this angle, your hips were tilted up perfectly for him, completely exposed and helpless to whatever he wanted to do next.
ârandy!â you started, but the word was cut off as he quickly and roughly thrusted back into
without the mattress absorbing any of the impact, he was able to go even harder and deeper than before. every single thrust hit your g spot, making your spine arch wildly. the intensity of it was too much to keep quiet and a loud, echoing scream ripped from your lips, bouncing off the walls of the dark hotel room. randy just groaned, his hands wrapping around the front of your hips to pull you firmly against his cock with every heavy, relentless stroke, setting a punishing pace that had you completely breathless and crying out into the empty space below the bed.
just as you thought you couldn't take any more of the depth, the hard rhythm suddenly stopped. randy stayed buried deep inside you, his chest heaving heavily against your back as he reached over to the nightstand. you heard the familiar chime of his phone screen lighting up.
he pulled your hair back gently, forcing you to look over your shoulder as he held the phone up, angling the camera down so you could see exactly how stretched open you were around him, the flash illuminating his cock slowly going in and out of your puffy soaking pussy. you heard the sharp click of the camera taking a picture, followed by the soft whir of a video recording the twitching of your thighs.
ârandy, what are you doing? ss-stopâ you whimpered, trying to shift away, but he held you firmly in place with his weight, his fingers typing rapidly on the screen.
your own phone on the nightstand vibrated a second later.
âsince you love him so much, i'm not gonna send these to himâ randy said as he began to pound inside you again
âbut i'm gonna send them straight to you, y/n. so every single time he's lying on top of you, thinking he owns you, you can look at your phone and have a reminder of exactly how loud you scream when my thick dick is stretching your tight little pussy out from behind while you beg me to ruin you.â
his words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, making you melt around him as he locked his phone, dropped it back on the mattress, and immediately started pounding into you again with a renewed, devastating force.
every heavy and hard thrust from behind sent a wave of total sensation down your body, making your hands slip against the carpet as you tried to maintain your balance. randy noticed, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you perfectly still, anchoring you so he could drive even deeper into you.
âlook at yourselfâ he growled, his voice a low as he kept up the brutal pace âlook down at the floor and think about how you're leaking all over my sheets while he's sitting a few doors down wondering where you wentâ
ârandy, please!â you cried out, your voice breaking as he hit that sweet spot again, hard enough to make your vision blur.
âplease what? tell me what you wantâ he teased as he slowed his hips down for a fraction of a second, pulling almost all the and rubbing the tip at your now swollen entrance âyou want me to stop? or do you want me to stretch you out so bad that you won't even be able to walk straight back to his room?â
âdon't stop! please don't stop!â you whined, your fingers clawing at the carpet as the friction built to an unbearable peak.
randy let breathless chuckle and he slammed back in to the absolute hilt, eliciting a loud, broken sob from you, his movements turning frantic and desperate. âthat's right. forget about him. he doesn't know how to handle you. he doesn't know how tight you get when you're about to cum, does he?â
he leaned over you, his fingers pinched at one of your nipples under your shirt as his hips pounded against yours with a wet, heavy pace âi'm the only one who gets you this wet. i'm the only one who makes you scream like a slut in a random hotel room. tell me whose pussy this is, y/n. tell me who owns this pussy tonight.â
âyours!â you sobbed out, completely broken down by the intensity of it all, your head dropping onto your arms as the room spun. "it's yours, randy, please!â
"thatâs right it's my oussyâ he groaned, his grip tightening on your waist until his knuckles turned white. âand you're gonna remember the way it feels every single time he tries to touch you.â
the sound of his hips slamming against yours filled the quiet room, completely drowning out the distant hum of the hotel hallway. you couldn't even think straight anymore your entire universe had narrowed down to the cold carpet beneath your fingertips, the sensation between your thighs, and the crushing weight of randyâs body keeping you pinned to the edge of the bed.
randy was completely breathless now, his chest heaving aggressively with every deep, punishing stroke. he reached down, he leaned down completely and his large hand sliding under your stomach to cup your throat gently, forcing your head up just enough so he could whisper right into your ear.
âyou like being sluted out by me, don't you?â he rasped, his voice dropping âyou've been wanting this all weekend.â
âno- i- â you tried to gasp out, but he cut you off by driving in a little harder, hitting that deep spot with an unforgiving angle that made your thighs shudder violently.
âdon't lie to m y/nâ randy cooed, his grip on your hips tightening until it almost bruised. âyou didn't come to my room just to talk. you knew exactly what would happen the second i opened that doorâ
the raw dirtiness of his words made your body betray you, tightening instantly around his length. randy let out a loud groan at the sudden squeeze, his pace turning fast and frantic as he neared his limit.
âfuck, you're so tightâ he choked out, his movements becoming heavy and relentless, pushing you so far over the edge of the mattress that your chest was practically touching the floor. âim about to cum..tighten up just a little bit more for me baby, take all this dick in for me one last timeâ
you couldn't even answer him. another wave of release hit you like a truck, your vision going completely dark as your muscles convulsed around him. randy gave three more deep, desperate thrusts, a loud groan ripping from his chest as he came deep inside you, holding his hips locked flush against yours until every last drop was gone
randy stayed buried inside you for a long moment, his chest heaving heavily against your back as he waited for his breathing to slow down. the room was dead silent, save for the sound of your shared, ragged gasps echoing in the dark.
slowly, he pulled out of you with a soft, wet sound that made you whimper. he reached down and gently grabbed your waist, pulling your limp body back onto the safety of the mattress. you collapsed onto your side, your legs still trembling uncontrollably and your skin damp with sweat. randy climbed over you, collapsing onto his back right beside you, one heavy arm pulling you flush against his chest.
he leaned down and kissed the top of your head, his voice still low and raspy. âi told you i'd make you feel betterâ he murmured, his thumb rubbing your bare hip.
you just nodded, too exhausted to speak, your eyes heavy as the absolute exhaustion of the weekend finally started to pull you under. for the first time in days, the knot of tension in your stomach was completely gone.
notes: if you follow me yk this is one of the ideas iâve had for a hot minute
Randy jr
âËâ¡â âŠïž Randy Jr. has never once asked to be called "daddy," nor has he ever referred to himself that way, so hearing it out of your mouth instantly catches him off guard and gets him a little flustered
âoh my god, daddyyyâ you moan, gripping his shoulders as he thrusts deep enough to hit the perfect spot.
he instantly bites his bottom lip, a sudden rush of heat hitting his cheeks as he looks away, suddenly shy despite how deep he is inside you
âËâ¡â âŠïž he gets hella and i mean HELLA embarrassed when you call iâm daddy around others to be funny and tease him
âcome on daddy, Iâm ready to go!â you yell out the car window, sticking your head out to rush him.
Randy instantly drops his head, hiding his face in his hands making Jermajesty burst out laughing, while Jaafar scrunges his face up in pure disgust
âI didnât know y'all got down like thatâ Jaafar says, shaking his head âwe donâtâ Randy groans, rubbing his temples. âsheâs just trying to be funnyâ
Jaafar
âËâ¡â âŠïž jaafar really isnât into the whole âdaddyâ thing so it really catches him off guard and throws him off completely
âfuck, daddy, mâgonna cumâ you whine, arching your back
Jaafar freezes entirely, stopping his movements to look down at you with a blank, utterly bewildered expression. â...What did you just call me?â
âËâ¡â âŠïž Just like his brother, public teasing is his absolute worst nightmare and he does not know how to handle it ..?
âhi daddyâ you say sweetly, planting a quick kiss on Jaafar's cheek before turning on your heel and heading upstairs
The room goes dead silent. Jaafar slowly turns to look at his dad and brothers, offering them a stiff, painfully embarrassed smile. âplease ignore thatâ
Jermajesty
âËâ¡â âŠïž Jermajesty doesnât mind being called daddy unlike his brothers but again he wonât refer to himself as daddy but the second you do he locks right into it.
âdaddy please, i canât take itâ you sobbed, bouncing on top of jermajesty
a confident smirk spreads across his face, his hands gripping your hips tighter ânah, donât start complaining now, take all of daddyâs dickâ
âËâ¡â âŠïž Jermajesty doesnât really have a problem or a reaction when you call him daddy in front of others but others are shocked since there used to him being the youngest
âalright, Iâm heading out, see you later daddyâ you say, leaning down to give Jermajesty a quick peck on the lips before heading toward the front door.
his dad and brothers snap their heads toward him so fast you can practically hear their necks crack. Jermajesty slowly looks up from his phone, completely unbothered, and blinks at them âwhat?â
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Randy Jr 18+ blurb
âuhm .. where are you going?â randy said leaning on the bathroom door âoutâ you replied looking back as you leaned closer to the mirror adding the finishing touches to your makeup
âin that?â he asked pointing at the black tube dress you were wearing
you closed your lip gloss and finally turned around, placing a hand onto your hip âwhat, is it ugly?â
âbaby i can see your pantiesâ ânuh uhâ you said shaking your head âyeah i can, there cheetah printâ
he sighed and walked closer, his hands on your waist, lifting you effortlessly and setting you down on the edge of the sink
âwhy are you going out anywayâ he murmured his face inches from yours âwhy canât you stay home with meâ
âyou know me and the girls planned this a while agoâ you tried to say but got cut off by Randy closing the space between yall with a kiss
his hand trailed down your waist, hooking under the hem of the black dress. his fingers slid past the cheetah print, pulling it to the side. you gasped into the kiss as his bare fingers found your pussy, rubbing deliberately against your slick skin.
âyou can be a little late, right?â he whispered against your neck, his lips tracing down your jawline then inserting two fingers whilst still
âth-there on the way Randyâ you said moaning and putting your head back against the mirror, his fingers moving faster and hitting you g spot
The rhythm of his fingers turned punishing, a relentless, curved motion that had your hips tilting forward against his hand, completely helpless.
âlet 'em waitâ Randy mumbled against your ear, his voice dropping into that low tone that always made your knees weak. âyou look so pretty baby, soaking my fingers like thisâ
you let out a soft moan your fingers knotting into his shirt as he sped up, his fingers driving in deep and hitting that spot over and over.
âtell me how good it feelsâ he muttered, his breath tickling against your neck. âtell me whose you are before you go out in that dressâ
âmmâgod- randyyyâ
âyou gotta say it, baby. tell me who owns this pussyâ
before you could scream his name, a sharp, loud BEEP-BEEP cut through the humid air of the bathroomâŠthe girls were in the driveway.
the sound shattered the bubble, but Randy didn't stop. If anything, the outside world intruding made him meaner. he pushed his fingers deeper, his thumb grinding hard against your clit, driving you right over the edge. your body clenched around him, a hard, shuddering orgasm catching in your throat as you hid your face in his shoulder, your thighs trembling against his ribs.
he held you through the peak, letting you twitch around his hand until your orgasm slowed down. he smiled a slow, satisfied smirk, deliberately drawing his fingers out with a soft slick sound.
Randy grabbed a hand towel, wiping his fingers clean without taking his eyes off your flushed face. he reached out, his grip firm on your waist as he lifted you off the sink. your feet hit the bathmat, your legs feeling like absolute jelly
he leaned down, catching your lips in one last kiss, when he pulled away, he reached down, smoothed the hem of your dress back into place, and then placed a hard, stinging slap right right your cheek of your ass. the sound echoed in the small bathroom.
ânow go aheadâ Randy murmured, a dark, cocky glint in his eye as he stepped back to let you pass. âhave fun. I'll see you laterâ
a/n: while making this i thought if that one saucy santana clip âstop patting my back like im one of your homeboysâ and the clip from chamberlain high âthis party is turnt, what happened to my pantiesâ
c/w ð£²âgarrett teaches you how to give head, talking you through it, #men who yearn earn, mutual pining, first kiss, praise, spit, deepthroating, âboot ridingâ adjacent, gagging, jealous!garrett, pet names, (good girl, baby, pretty + no y/n) + garrett is very casual about you per usual â¡Ì
ââŠPlease?â The words leave your lips so gentle and sweet.
âYouâAre you sure?â He stammers, more focused on how soft your lips are and how pretty you look just like you are now.
âGarrett, câmon.â You sigh heavily, your focus falling down his body, seeing the difference almost instantly, his heavy cock swelling the fabric underneath his gray sweatpants.
âItâs justââ His words catch in his throat as you tug your sweater over your head, showing off your bra underneath. âHoly shit.â He throws his head back to the ceiling, hands bunching up the fabric of his sweats, holding himself back.
You huff out a sharp breath, feeling your frustration mount. After everything youâve done for this man this semester, he can help you with this one little thing. You stand up and his expression goes wide in panic, hands flying up to grab your hips.
âWoahâHey. Hey, now,â he stops you, looking back at you like you werenât actively reading the situation. âJust. Donât go. Iâm sorry.â
âDonât say sorry. Iâm not going to beg for your help, Garrett.â
âYou are not begging me for anything,â he panics, a desperate laugh clinging to his words as his hands go tighter on your hips. âI justâwhy?â he asks almost bashfully, licking his lips to fight back a smile as his gaze falls to yours.
âSame reason you wanted me to tutor you. I donât know how to do it. I want to. Youâre a guyâŠâ
âI am,â he chuckles, stepping a little closer.
âYou can teach me,â your voice softens, the heat of his body radiating onto your bare skin.
âWho?â he asks, his attention falling to your lips. âYou learninâ to give head just âcause?â
âIâm going to a party this weekend.â
ââŠYeah?â he asks as he shifts his weight, his eyebrows drawing in ever so slightly as his gaze lifts to yours.
âI tutor, you knowââ
âSome of the football guys, yeah,â he tracks, answering for you, getting a little impatient about who this is all for.
âJust getting this vibe from Beau. I donât know. Heâs sweet.â
âBeau Maxwell?â Garrett asks, arms pulling away from you to cross over his chest, biceps pulling the arms of his t-shirt taut. âIs he just beinâ nice? OrâŠâ
You scrunch your nose in annoyance, scoffing before you turn around. âWhatever, Garrett.â You chuckle weakly, bending over to grab your skirt and your sweater, but heâs scrambling again.
âStop. Just, donâtâcalm down,â he grabs the clothes off your hands, tossing them back to the floor. He lifts both hands, lashes fluttering as he rakes his fingers through his curls.
âHeâs not just being nice. Heâs not pitying meââ
âWell, that last part didnât leave my mouth,â he chuckles tiredly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze travels down your body. He hangs his head for a moment, lost in thought.
âAnd, I know Iâm just your Ancient Lit tutor, but donât tell women to calm downââ
âYouâre right. Youâre right about everything, actually.â
You blow out a breath, rolling your eyes. âWell, as fun as itâs been standing in front of you for the last fifteen minutes in my bra and panties begging you to teach meââ
âYou didnât beg,â he answers, cutting you off as you spin out, his hand reaching out to grab your hand, fingers tracing down your arm to find yours, urging you closer. âYou asked me once. You said please. Thatâs not begging.â
His thumb rubs along your knuckles, his lips tugging to the side as he thinks a little more.
âBeauâs my friend. Thatâs why I asked if he was being nice.â
âOkay?â
âHe was supposed to be in the class with me across the hall, then I saw you walk into Ancient Litââ
âMhmmâŠâ
âAnd I switched classes,â he continues, the corner of his mouth tipping up like heâs playing it back.
You nod, your eyes following the chain on his chest as it flickers with his quicker breathing before he speaks again.
âAlready felt like I was doinâ something wrong asking you for help on day one before we even got our first assignment⊠Seems like a conflict of interest if I teach you how to do that, feeling like I feel. Do you know what I mean?â
The question breathes past his lips and, just like Garrett, your heart starts to race a little faster. âI think so.â
âYeah, I like you,â he answers honestly, the words cracking a little at the end with nerves. Your cheeks swell with warmth, the little tingles in your body getting stronger.
âWere you gonna tell me?â you ask.
âEventually⊠Just didnât feel right letting you do that without knowingââ You steal the words off his lips with a kiss and he deepens it instantly, arms wrapping around your body, fingers sliding into your hair. He kisses you so deep your back bows, but he has you, holding you in his big arms, his soft lips pressing against yours.
He kisses you again, softer this time, then one more, smiling into your kiss.
âI can still teach you,â he whispers, taking off his shirt.
âYeah?â you ask.
âIf you want me,â he sighs when your palms rest on his strong chest.
âBeg,â you breathe, and he laughs against your mouth, liking how that word sounds leaving your lips.
âYou want me to beg?â he asks, feeling as you hum a mhmm against his mouth. âI want you.â His rough palm falls with those words, slipping under the lace of your thong, squeezing your ass. âYou have no idea what Iâve been dreaming about doing to you. This⊠This is exactly what I need. So, please, baby.â
âBaby?â you hum.
âYouâll call me that one day,â he says confidently, feeling your soft giggle against his lips. âGot a good feeling about us.â
âTeach me,â you smile, and he sighs, the muscles in his shoulders softening.
He looks at you for a second before he says anything, the corner of his mouth tugging up like he still canât believe you chose him in the first place.
âYou gonna let me teach you anything else?â he says quietly against your lips, stealing a kiss.
âMaybe,â you tease, fingers falling down his stomach, tracing over his abs, feeling them flex tighter under your touch. âSecond session.â
âSeriously?â he asks breathlessly, following your gaze as your nails trace along the top of his sweats. âSounds perfect.â
âSo, what do I do now?â you whisper, fingers looping under the band of his pants.
âWeâre startinâ the lesson from up here?â he asks, chuckling warmly when you mumble yes. âKisses. Just like you are now. Sâperfect.â
âOkay,â you hum.
âMove to my neck, and your hand.â The words leave him slowly as he grabs yours, lifting and placing you on top of that thick bulge between his thighs. âRight here.â
His breathing changes and his voice dips lower as he guides you to rub your hand on top. âGotta tease me a little. I want this too fuckinâ bad, okay? Make me sweat a little. Donât let me have it yet.â
You hum out a yes, kissing your way along his sharp jaw as your hand strokes his long, hard cock over the cotton. You can feel him tilt into you a little, pushing himself into your hand.
His face turns into you a little when you get to his ear, hands resting on your body still. âTighter,â he mutters and you can hear the smile in his voice as your hand squeezes around him.
âLike that?â
âJust like that.â
You kiss under his ear and his head falls to the side, your lips working down the column of his neck, feeling his pulse hammer against your lips.
âLick,â he murmurs, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck to keep you close, your tongue tracing up the trail of kisses you just left. Garrett shudders out a breath, goosebumps fanning across his tan skin.
âTalk to me,â he rasps, turning his face slightly to look you in the eyes, the tension between you thick. âYou want it? Let me know.â
âWhat I want to do to you?â
âYou can lie,â he answers softly, tipping your lips toward him when his fingers hook under your chin.
âI donât wanna lie.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â you answer as he draws you in for a kiss.
âTell me.â
âI want you to teach meââ
âNo,â he stops you, his brows furrowing when it sounds like less than he was hoping forâlike youâre using him instead of wanting this too.
âListen,â you breathe.
âYes, maâam,â he answers, through a soft smile.
âI want you,â you whisper, tilting closer with each word. âTo teach me what you like. So, I can do it again. And, again. I want to get so good at it, that itâs all you can think about.â
âFuck, baby,â he huffs, gaze lingering as you drop down on your knees in front of him, pressing kisses as you go, his cock painfully hard. âHow are youâyou sound like you know what youâre doing.â
âIn theory,â you answer, wrapping your fingers around the gray material at his hips. âNot in practice.â
âThat book you have, huh?â he asks as his fingers find their way into your hair, guiding you to look back at him from where you sit on your knees.
âMhmm,â you answer, dragging the cozy material down his legs, watching his thigh muscles tense and soften.
âLooked it up. Had to figure out why you were blushinâ like that yesterday before class,â he drawls, cupping your chin in his hand, thumb tracing your bottom lip. âLook so fuckinâ good on your knees, you know that?â
âThank you,â you whisper, his smile spreading with yours. Your hands work up his thighs, resting on his boxers, tracing along the length of his thick dick, straining the material, his tip leaking through the fabric.
âSuck that. Itâll fuckinâ kill me,â he sighs as your focus stays fixed on the dark spot.
âOver your boxers?â you ask, already leaning in, your gaze flicking up to him. âYou donât want my mouth?â The question leaving your lips a hell of a lot more like taunting than asking, making him chuckle.
âYou have no idea,â the words barely leave his lips when your mouth wraps around him, the fabric resting against your tongue. The taste comes second, his tip warm and throbbingâhis hold on your hair tightening the wetter it gets.
You can feel the arousal soak the lace between your thighs, a steady pulse thumping, your body aching for contactâespecially when that first sound of pleasure falls from his lips.
âGoddamn,â he groans, his jaw locking. You reach up without being told and he sucks a sharp breath through his nose when you cup his heavy balls in your hand. âMhmmâŠâ the praise breathes through a pleasured hum, nodding as you roll them in your hand, still sucking him through the cotton.
âMore?â you ask, your breath hitting the place you mouthed, air filling his lungs at the sensation.
âShit, prettyâyeah,â he slurs, drinking you in with his heavy stare as your hands follow the band of his boxers, tracing his sharp v-lines. You lean in, pressing a kiss on the soft skin below his bellybutton, just above the elastic.
He tips his chin toward you, shaking his head.
âYouâre gonna be so good at this, baby,â his voice softens. âSo fuckinâ perfect at everything. Why wouldnât you be?â
His praise goes straight through you, your body drawing closer, settling a little more. He shifts his stance ever so slightly, his jaw tightening as he feels how wet your pussy is when your weight lands on top of his foot.
Your body moves instinctually, rocking your hips a little, feeling some relief you hadnât known was building. âFeels good?â he asks, already seeing it in your body language. âTeach you how to ride my thigh. Youâll love it.â His words come out a little distracted as he watches your hands disappear behind your back.
âNext lesson?â you ask through a little smile.
âDonât know if I can wait,â he confesses. âTake it off,â his voice dips, and you unclasp your bra, letting it fall away. He pushes out a breath, looking down at you, feeling that desperation he told you would come if you teased himâand you are.
You lift your hands, pinching the cotton, pulling down his boxers too. His cock strainsâlong and weighed downâthat heavy walk he carries around campus clearly needed.
Your mouth starts to water, the blushed tip of his dick leaking with wet. âKiss it off, baby,â he hums and you nod. Your lips press against the warm head of his dick, kissing it off just like he asked. âJust toy with me, yeah?â
Garrettâs words come out a little tighter and breathless. His eyes roll back in his head when your tongue curls around his tip, dipping in the slit, your other hand stroking slowly.
âTongue out,â he tells you, wrapping his big fist around his dick, slapping the tip against your tongue. âBeautiful,â the word comes out quiet. âKiss again,â he guides you. You press your lips into a pout, slick from spit, and he rubs his head against them messily.
He hums out a sound of approval, nodding down to his dick. Your hand circles him again, tongue dragging up the side of him as well, following a vein that maps all the way from base to top, your name dripping past his lips as his head hangs between his shoulders, chain swaying off his neck.
âTake as much as you want. Youâre doing so fucking goodâso, so good,â he sighs. âYou canât fit it all. Thatâs okay, baby. Just use your hand for the rest. Get me good and wet.â
You spit on his tip and his eye rolls back like there were two options to get him slicked up and you chose the best fucking one. Your hand circles around his thickness, stroking at the base a few times.
âPlease,â he exhales, and your lips tilt into a smile before your lips wrap around him fully, taking him deep in your mouth.
You moan around him, discouraged for a moment about how much of him is left and how little youâve taken in. Your mouth is stuffed, the look on his face letting you know that itâs more than enough for him.
âHoly shit,â he gasps. âFuck, you feel so good.â When your hand wraps around him again, his eyebrows knitting tight.
You can feel his blood pumping through his cock, his hold on your head careful, like he wants you to guide the pace and not the other way around. For a moment he seemingly forgets about the task at hand as you work him with your mouth and your fist.
âLikeâfuck meâŠâ he sighs, losing his train of thought, the muscles in his thighs trembling. âLike this, baby.â He wraps his hand around yours at the thick base of his cock, twisting it slightly instead of jerking it back and forth.
âYeah. Thatâs it,â he breathes, smiling as you start to bob around his length, rutting your pussy on top of him with the tempo of your mouth.
âGonna use you a little,â he pants, resting his hands on your cheeks. âTap out if itâs too much, alright? Breathe through your nose.â
He gives you a few shallow thrusts, melting like putty in your hand when you gag around him, smiling when you donât push him away, resting your hands on the back of his thighs instead to keep you right where youâre at.
âGood girl,â he hums, making you choke on his cock again and again. Your vision starts to swim with it, tears pooling along your lashes. Your eyes flutter shut and the wet rolls down your cheeks.
âGoddamn,â he mumbles as he reaches his thumb out, tracing it under your eye, catching some tears as they fall.
âYouâre a natural, baby,â he hums, sucking the tears off his thumb, handing back control, looking down at you like heâs proud.
âLet me thank you after this.â The words breathe past his lips as you suck and stroke, jaw aching from the stretch, moaning around his dick, the vibrations making his jaw tighten as he realizes just how much pleasure youâre getting from having his heavy cock in your mouth.
âYouâre so fuckinâ wet⊠Fuck my thigh. Let me clean that up for youâteach you how to ride my face instead.â
His breathing changes and the grip on the back of your head suddenly tightens. The wet sounds fill the room around you, cock slipping through your spit, moans and grunts breaking past his lips getting closer and closer by the second.
âGonnaâIâm gonna cum, baby. You donât have to swallow it,â he breathes, but you know he wants to finish deep in your throat.
Your hands move a little higher, nails sliding down the back of his ass and thighs and he loses it completely, climaxing with a deep moan, ropes and ropes of cum slipping down the back of your throat.
Your eyes slam shut and you swallow hard, sucking through it until heâs holding you in place, panting in overstimulation, each slide of your tongue making him flinch.
He smiles as he pulls you off him nice and slow, his breath leaving him shakily.
âFuck, baby,â he hums. âLemme see.â
You giggle breathily, holding out your clean tongue for him. He shakes his head and smiles, helping you up to your feet. His hand cradles your cheek, the other wrapping around your waist as he reaches for a breath.
âHow was that, baby?â you ask.
His forehead tilts to rest against yours, his thumb brushing the apple of your cheek. âBaby?â he breathes, kissing you gently.
You tilt your head, lips drawing to the side. âI have a good feeling about us too?â
âYou do?â
âI do.â
He kisses you again, deep and claiming. âThat was perfect.â
âYeah?â you ask sweetly, feeling his hands wrap around your body, dropping low, rough thumbs slipping under your lace thong, pulling it down this time instead, humming against your lips as your breasts press against his bare chest, your panties tumbling down your thighs.
He lifts you effortlessly off your feet into his strong arms, walking with you to his bed, resting you down on top before mounting it fast, caging you under his weight.
You suck in a sharp breath as he rolls you on top of him, your knees sinking into the mattress. His hands drag up your thighs, resting on your ass, pulling you closer to his lips. The warmth of his breath hits your wet pussy and your head falls back.
Your mouth starts to water, the blushed tip of his dick leaking with wet. âKiss it off, baby,â he hums and you nod. Your lips press against the warm head of his dick, kissing it off just like he asked. âJust toy with me, yeah?â
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