just a thought about Jaafar making you squirt on him and his new facial hair.
Jaafar and that facial hair has me overly going #needthat
(18+) oral & jaafar being a munch.
your shorts and panties were discarded somewhere in the living room, you were laid out on the sectional—your legs were being stretched past their limit as Jaafar pushed them back to your shoulders as he sloppily made out with your wet pussy. The sound of Jaafar lapping up your juices, his muffled groans, and your loud whines sounded straight from Twitter.
your body coated in a soft sheen of sweat, chest heaving like a madman as you attempted to push Jaafar’s head away, he pulled back enough to where you could feel his facial hair tickling you. “Stop running and let me eat.” You couldn’t even get your words out in time, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pushed his face back to your pussy, and continued to administer his assault. “J—a whine seeped from your lips. “‘s too much.”
Jaafar ignored your cries, lapping his tongue around your clit, adding light suction. The sensation sent tingles down your spine making your lower half jerk softly—a small amount of your slick dripped out of you, creating a small puddle, leaving a spot on the couch. A sharp gasp filled the room as you felt two of his long fingers slide deep in you, curling them, making them hit that spot. “Jaafarrr-fuck, feels good.” you moaned, lifting your head up slightly just to see Jaafar's eyes locked on you as if you were his prey, the dark feral look in his eyes made you feel weak, making your head drop back down and push him deeper into you—his facial hair now prickling at your skin, making you shudder at the feeling.
Jaafar unexpectedly added a third finger, angling his fingers even deeper, now pounding at your g-spot, and repeatedly flicking his tongue at your swollen clit—his movements made your mouth fall slack, a choked moan filled the room as your orgasm came crashing down on you making your legs shake harshly, leaving your toes curled tight as ever.
normally Jaafar would let you recover, easing up to let you calm down—fuck you were so wrong; Jaafar didn’t even flinch at your abrupt orgasm, he simply pushed your legs back further, now your trembling legs are at your ears, he buried himself deeper into your pussy, slurping up your release. Jaafar couldn’t help but be completely drunk off your pussy—muffled groans fell from his wet mouth like a waterfall, the lower half of his face completely drenched in your juices; he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, watching you completely fall apart from his deadly tongue and fingers.
you felt the coil in your stomach tighten once again, but this time it felt stronger, hotter—becoming hard to control. Your slick poured out profusely, your wet walls now clenching around his fingers; it felt like you couldn’t breathe as you let out short gasps, your hand gripped at Jaafar’s hair, yanking it harshly. “J—f-fuck, I gotta pee,” you whined out, knowing that pressure could pop at any moment. Jaafar pulled back just a little, his fingers still moving in and out of you constantly. “It’s not pee, baby.” A deep chuckle left Jaafar, and that sound sent a shiver down your spine, making your legs quiver a little harder.
“go ahead and make a mess on me.” He smiled at you, the hair on his face completely soaked and glistening. Jaafar bent back down giving your pussy a sloppy, wet kiss and with that one gesture—that pressure in your stomach finally gave way, you let out a loud sob that would give yall a noise complaint; your body locked up, the white of your eyes showing, and your toes balled up tight like a fist as small yet harsh gushes spurted out of you, soaking Jaafar’s fingers and his face. Gurgled and choked moans barely made it from your mouth as Jaafar took his thumb and played with your swollen nub, letting you ride out your high.
When you finally came to your senses, your body shivered as if you were dipped into ice cold water, your bottom half now wet and when you finally opened your eyes, the sight before you almost sent another orgasm rolling through you—Jaafar now sat up on his knees, three of his fingers in his mouth as he sucked them clean and his face all shiny from your cum and squirt, the hair on his face ten times more attractive.
Jaafar's eyes never left you once as he licked his fingers, once he pulled them out, a smirk crept on his face, noticing the way you were looking at him; as if he was reading your mind, he leaned down to kiss you. His other hand wrapped around your throat softly as he sloppily made out with you, teeth clashing together, swapping spit, and you tasting yourself on his lips made another whine seep through the nasty kiss.
He pulled back, a small string of spit connecting between the both of you, a small subtle grunt rumbled from Jaafar’s chest as he enjoyed the sight. Breathlessly he spoke
“guess I’m keeping the new look huh?”
wrote this and it’s almost 4:30am and half sleep. it was never supposed to be this long, if it don’t make sense, I’ll fix it; goodnight🌚
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you and the girls receive texts from casa amor where you find out exactly what your men have been up to…
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the morning sun beat down over the villa. after waking up in soul ties beside andreina, having escaped the main bedroom yet again. the boys had served you and the girls breakfast in the dressing room where you’d all decided that today would be a pool day.
you changed into a tiny metallic-bronze bikini that caught every ray of light, pairing it with some sunglasses and a body oil that made your skin glow.
settling onto the daybed with your feet dangling near the edge of the water, you adjusted your glasses on your face. the rest of the girls stretched out around you. some lying on their stomachs others sipping from your water bottles.
"i feel like i haven’t asked, how are yall feeling about this whole casa thing?" you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking around the circle, genuinely curious about where everyone’s head was at.
"honestly? an absolute fever dream," mari groaned first, adjusting the straps of her neon green bikini as she sat up. "the boys are sweet, don't get me wrong. but every time i look at malik or any of them, i just see my man back at casa. it's tough out here trying to pretend like i'm completely open when i really just want dave."
"i think it's all about perspective," andreina chimed in, applying a fresh coat of lip gloss as she leaned back against the chair. "for me, waking up in soul ties with you was the most peaceful sleep i’ve had since i been here! but as far as the guys go, it’s nice being pursued. they’re really trying. i just don't know if the spark is actually stronger than what i built before with trey."
ken let out a long, dramatic sigh, resting her chin on her hands as she looked over at the pool steps where a couple of the casa boys were tossing a ball back and forth. "i’m having fun, but last night's challenge kind of threw me off. seeing how fast everyone can switch gears... it makes you think about what the hell our boys are doing over there right now. then alex and i haven’t been coupled up that long so who the fuck knows what he’s thinking.”
"which brings us back to you, sweet girl," imani said softly, turning her head toward you from her towel, observing over the rim of her shades. "you took the chain off last night. you kissed some of the boys. how are you actually feeling today? no bullshit."
"i’m okay i guess," you murmured, a small, weary smile touching your lips as you kicked your heels lightly against the water. "taking the chain off really felt horrible. but i’m trying not to spend every second moping while he's over there. if he comes back alone, amazing. if he doesn't... at least i didn't spend three days staring at the ceiling."
djed sat on the wooden deck near the edge of the casa amor pool, his long legs dangling into the clear water. the sun beating down on his bare shoulders, but he was completely frozen in place.
after what happened with zaria in the bedroom the night before, he had spent the entire morning putting up a wall around himself.
"you good, bro?" trey asked, tossing a towel over his shoulder as he walked past to head toward the kitchen.
"yeah, man. just chilling," djed replied, his voice low and dismissive.
a few feet away, zaria and savannah were lying on the loungers, whispering to each other and stealing glances in his direction. zaria sat up, adjusting her bikini before getting up to walk toward him, clearly intending to sit beside him on the deck.
djed caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and immediately pulled his legs out of the water, pushing himself up to standing before she could even cross the grass.
"i'm gonna grab some water," he muttered softly, giving her a small, tight nod as he walked right past her toward the kitchen area, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead.
he grabbed his bottle and leaned against the counter. he didn't care if the boys thought he was being boring or if the casa girls weren’t fucking with him. he had messed up enough already by letting down his guard, and every bone in his body was screaming at him to just hold out until recoupling day.
all of a sudden, every single phone in both villas pinged at the exact same second. everyone froze as you exchanged confused, wide-eyed looks with the girls as you pulled your phone out from under your towel.
"a video?" mari muttered, her voice laced with sudden anxiety as she tapped her screen.
you clicked the one on your screen, your heart slamming into your ribs. each islander had received clips of what their partners had been up to behind closed doors.
the video loaded, and djed’s face appeared.
it started off with him sitting near the gym, speaking to the boys about how hard it was for him to open up to the casa girls because his mind was still on you. you felt a slight drop in your stomach, but then the screen cut to a new scene.
it was zaria sitting close to him on the daybeds, leaning in with that sly smile. "i think it’s fair to yourself that you do explore... you never know, we might surprise you," her voice echoed clearly through your phone's speaker.
you let out a scoff, rolling your eyes as your jaw tightened. but, the video didn't stop there. it cut to the chaos of last night's challenge, showing djed in the three-way kiss with maya and zaria.
"oh, hell no," imani whispered, leaning over your shoulder to watch.
then came the clip that completely knocked the air out of your lungs. the video cut to the bedroom corner late at night. zaria was climbing straight into his lap, cupping his face, and pulling him into an intimate kiss. you watched as djed sat there arms in mid-air, accepting the kiss before breaking it off.
the last and final clip played: djed alone in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the sink with his head buried in his hands, in sheer dread over what had just happened.
the screen went black.
a heavy, suffocating silence fell over the daybeds. as you all tried to process just what happened. you sat frozen in your, staring at your blank screen.
you had no idea how to feel. i mean, it was just a challenge, right? you’d kissed malik, and cameron, and the other casa boys. but you hadn’t kissed anyone outside of a challenge. you hadn’t even slept in the same bed with them.
you stood up from the daybeds, your legs feeling like lead underneath you.
"where are you going?" imani asked softly, her eyes filled with genuine concern as she reached out toward you.
"i just need a minute," you said lowly, not trusting your voice to stay steady if you said anything else.
you wandered away from the pool area and headed straight for the speakeasy, pushing the door open and shutting it behind you to block out the noise. you climbed onto the sofa, pulling your legs up and tucking them under you as you rested your palm heavily against your forehead.
a moment later, the door clicked open again. mari stepped inside, shutting it quietly behind her before walking over to the couch.
“hey,” she said gently, sinking down onto the cushion next to you. “are you okay?”
“i’m fine,” you tried to smile, but as the words left your mouth, a single, warm tear escaped and tracked its way down your cheek. you quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand, reaching up to yank your sunglasses down to cover your eyes, desperately trying to pull yourself back together.
over in casa, djed had wandered off to a secluded area in the villa, needing absolute privacy the second his phone buzzed. he tapped the screen with trembling fingers, his pulse hammering in his throat. this was his first time seeing or hearing from you since he’d left for casa.
the clip started with you lounging on one of the outdoor couches, your skin glowing in the sunlight, wearing his ankh proudly around your neck. a soft smile crossed his face for a split second before the next clip rolled.
showing you sleeping alone on the couch in the speakeasy, curled into a tight ball, clearly missing him. djed swallowed hard, the sight of you sleeping alone wringing his heart.
then, the tone of the video shifted.
it cut to the dressing room. imani stood right in front of you, her voice echoed through his speakers: “you gonna keep being sad while he’s over there doing him? or are you gonna have a good fucking time? i hate to be like that, but you moping around is not gonna bring him back, and it’s not gonna make him stay loyal to you either. you’re here for you. not djed fucking spence.”
djed’s jaw clenched, his eyes glued to the screen as he watched you reach behind your neck, unclasping his chain and tucking it away. a sickening drop hit the pit of his stomach.
the next clip showed cameron hoisting you up onto the marble kitchen island, climbing on top of you, and pulling you into a passionate, lingering kiss while the rest of the villa cheered. djed’s chest heaved, his knuckles turning white around his phone as a sharp mix of anger and self-loathing tore through him.
the final clip played softly: you fast asleep in soul ties beside andreina, completely wrapped in a blanket, holding a picture from the photo booth tightly in your hand.
the screen went dark.
djed sat on the bench in dead silence, the pain of seeing another man’s hands on you mixed with the lingering guilt of his own foolish slip-up with zaria was the exact reason he was standing on the brink of losing you.
mari squeezed your hand tight, leaning in close as you confided in her.
“i don’t regret anything,” you said softly, your voice trembling as you looked down at your hands. “i wanted him to explore and get to know other people so that when he came back to me he’d be sure that this is what he wanted, you know? it just hurts seeing it… i feel so lame crying over someone i’ve only known for like four weeks.”
you let out a bitter little laugh, wiping at the tears slipping under your sunglasses.
“but i really do like him, mari. and i know it was just a challenge, but i’m not over here three-way kissing niggas. bruh i literally slept outside, and i hate outside!”
mari couldn't help but crack a small smile at that last part, she pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing your arm.
"you’re not lame or silly for having feelings.," mari said gently, "four weeks in this crazy-ass house literally feels like four months. your feelings are valid, okay? you were respectful and mindful of him. you slept on a damn outdoor sofa because your heart wasn't in it with anybody else."
she reached up and gently smoothed a stray braid away from your face.
"you gave him the space to prove who he is, and now he’s showing you. and if he walks back through those doors with someone else, it’s entirely on him. not you."
you took a deep, shaky breath, the weight in your chest easing just a little. times like this you were grateful that you’d found a friend in mari.
“what was in your video?” you asked, turning on the velvet sofa to look at mari.
“oh, dave showed his entire ass,” mari spat out, with pure disbelief. “not just in the challenge, but he’s over there kissing bitches outside of challenges, giving foot rubs! and it’s like… um, hello?” she gestured wildly at herself. “what the fuck are we doing here? you’ve been all about me since day one, now you get some attention from other bitches and you’re going?”
“bitch… you’re lying,” you said, genuinely shocked because.
without a word, mari snatched her phone off the cushion and played the video for you. your eyes went wide the entire time the video rolled. he was genuinely moving like amari didn’t exist.
“no way,” you breathed, gasping as the screen went dark.
“and if he thinks he’s about to come back to me, that shit is dead,” mari said, “i’m not wasting the time we have left on a man who wouldn’t spit on me if i was on fire.”
“and you shouldn’t!” you yelled, your own feelings temporarily sidelined by pure rage. “he’s so disrespectful! if you been feeling that way this whole time, why not say something? why wait till casa amor to be on weird shit? like you just played in all our fuckin faces!”
mari shook her head, letting out a bitter laugh as she tucked her phone away. “literally! sitting there talking about ‘you’re my dream girl, mari’ for three four weeks straight, just to act like a fucking dog the second my back is turned. i’m so done.”
“good,” you said, reaching over to squeeze her hand tight. “make that nigga eat his words. he doesn’t deserve you.”
the energy in the dressing room that evening was depressing to say the least.as everyone zipped up dresses and strapped on heels, the full picture finally emerged: the boys over in casa amor were having a fucking time.
jayden had been locking lips with literally every single girl who breathed in his direction. sam was looking comfortable and cozy with a blonde, the complete opposite of imani. trey took the disrespect to a whole new tier, having literally jumped into the shower with a bitch. and alex was at least being somewhat mindful of ken, but considering they’d only been coupled up for two days before the casa split, ken wasn’t expecting much anyway.
"wait a minute," ken said, pausing with a lip liner mid-air to look at you through the vanity mirror. "so... out of all of them... djed is actually the only one who didn't completely lose his fucking mind?"
as gut-wrenching as djed's clip had been to watch with zaria climbing into his lap in the bedroom, he was ironically the only boy who had remotely shown any sense of a moral compass across the past few days. he hadn't showered with anyone, hadn't gone on a kissing spree, and spent eighty percent of his time looking like he was attending a funeral.
"it's still fucked up," imani growled, "he still let that girl kiss him in that bed. but compared to trey showering with a whole stranger? djed looks like a damn saint, and I hate that for you."
"the bar is literally in hell.”
over in casa, the bedroom was in shambles. the guys were between pacing the floorboards, watching the videos over again and staring blankly at the ceiling in pure disbelief.
“man, who the fuck is damian?!” trey yelled, kicking a throw pillow across the carpet as he paced back and forth. “all up on andreina... on my woman!”
djed, who was sitting on the edge of the mattress silently chewing on his lip, slowly raised his head and shot him a look. one that said, “nigga, you can’t be serious.”
“i know you of all people don’t feel a way right now,” djed said, his voice cutting through trey’s rant. “all of you have been wildin’ since you got here, and now that some other man’s pushing up on your girl, it’s an issue? are you mad?”
trey snapped his mouth shut, crossing his arms and glaring at the wall, unable to back up his own rage.
the irony of the whole situation was hilarious. the boys' videos had been fairly vanilla compared to the chaos the girls were currently watching back in the main villa. not a single girl back home had kissed anyone outside of a challenge, no one had done anything wild, and every single one of them had been completely respectful.
it was painfully clear that the boys had not extended that same courtesy.
“fuck, man... if we got these videos,” sam spoke up from the corner, his head buried deep in his hands as reality finally crashed down on him, “imagine what they got.”
the room went completely silent.
djed leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as a sick, heavy pit settled deep in his stomach. he knew exactly what clip you had received and he was genuinely terrified of what was going to happen to his relationship.
all day, djed had managed to put on a masterclass in avoidance. he’d dodged zaria after bringing her breakfast, bypassed her at the pool, and practically sprinted into the bedroom every time she drifted within a five-foot radius of him.
he was standing near the edge of the terrace, staring blankly over the railing with a drink pressed against his palm, when he heard soft footsteps behind him.
"hey," zaria’s voice cut through his thoughts.
he turned around slowly. she was leaning against the wooden pillar, her eyes locked onto his.
"can we go for a chat?" she asked softly, tilting her head toward the daybeds in the far corner of the villa.
djed took a slow, heavy breath, knowing he couldn't keep dodging her. not with recoupling day looming right around the corner.
"yeah," he said lowly, his tone completely flat as he set his cup down on the ledge. "let's chat."
zaria’s face dropped slightly, her arms folding across her chest as they sat down on the far daybed.
“i feel like you’ve been ignoring me,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment. “i thought you liked our kisses and our chats—”
“it’s not that i didn’t,” djed interrupted softly, “i’m sorry that i’ve been avoiding you, but the connection i have in the villa means a lot to me and i don’t want to jeopardize that.”
zaria stared at him, caught off guard by how direct and firm his tone was. the playful confidence she had carried all week vanished in an instant.
“so... that’s it then?” she asked, looking for any sign of hesitation in his face. “you’re closing off completely?”
“yeah,” djed said, taking a slow breath and nodding. “i took a step back today because i had to be honest with myself. what happened yesterday was a mistake on my part. i let the moment get the best of me, and that wasn't fair to you, and it definitely wasn't fair to her. i’m not here to lead you on or pretend like my mind isn't completely somewhere else.”
zaria let out a quiet, tight sigh, biting her lip before giving him a small nod. “i mean... i respect your honesty.”
“i appreciate you understanding,” djed said, keeping his distance as he stood up from the cushion. “you’re a great girl, truly. and i hope you can find someone who likes you as much as you like them.”
he gave her a polite, side hug, and turned around, walking back toward the villa with a slightly lighter weight on his chest.
“i just think i’m having such a hard time because i pour into people so much and i expect the same thing back, you know?”
you took a sharp, unsteady breath, leaning back against the sofa in the confessional. your eyes shiny under the studio lights, but you forced yourself to keep staring straight into the camera lens.
“i’m not mad at djed or angry. i mean... we’re here to find love, right?” you let out a dry, quiet chuckle that lacked any real humor, shaking your head softly. “and if he finds a connection with someone else, then that’s what he’s supposed to do. that’s literally the point of this whole test.”
you paused, picking at the strap of your dress as your voice softened, and tears flowed down your face.
“it just hurts because when i’m in, i’m all the way in. i didn’t even want to share a bed with anybody else. because in my mind, nobody in here could compare to what him and i were building. so to sit there and watch a video where he’s letting another girl climb into his lap... it just makes you feel like an idiot for caring as much as you do not knowing where his head is at or if he feels the same way. it might be crazy and selfish of me to say that i want him to come back to me but i do. he’s the only one i want.”
you pulled your chin up, wiping your stray tears.
“but it’s fine,” you said firmly, forcing a small, shaking your head. “he’s gonna make his choice, and i’m gonna make mine. whatever happens, i know where i stand.”
over in the casa casa confessional, djed was sitting slumped in the pillows, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he stared down at his sneakers.
"i'm just losing my mind, to be honest," he admitted, running a slow, heavy palm over his face before looking straight into the camera. his usual laid-back composure was completely gone, his voice thick and heavy.
"you come into this place thinking you can keep a cool head, but i haven't slept properly since the day we got split up," he muttered, resting his elbows on his knees. "all i do is think about her. every second of every day, it's just her. i sit by the pool, thinking of her. i hate this man."
he leaned back, letting out a frustrated sigh that sounded more like a growl.
"and the worst part is knowing i messed up," he said, his eyes darkening with pure guilt. "i let my guard down for one second with zaria, and i know for a fact it's gonna hurt her when she sees it. seeing that video of her sleeping outside... holding that booth picture... it pains me to see that. i only want to see her smile."
he shook his head, pressing his fingertips against the bridge of his nose as if trying to hold himself together.
"i don't care about casa, i don't care about making new connections. i just need to get back to that villa, look her in her eyes, and fix this. if i lose her over this... i'm never gonna forgive myself."
you’re an og girl. the men in the villa just don’t pique your interest and are frankly just boring. what happens when bombshell with the cute english accent takes a liking to you?
do u think u can make a smutty fic of jerdada maj and its like a black!fem!reader and she’s hella thick and has a slight tummy and has a very very heavy country accent and he’s in love with it?? like basically a smut p*rn w/o plot but like a readers a cowgirl and he’s like a default nonchalant dread head (but can u make it buzz maj)😣 it’s a lot but i’ve been reading many of ur fics and I think u have the spot babes
warnings: unprotected sex, backshots, pet names, all that jazz. (mdni)
the mirror’s glass is cool against your palms. jermajesty’s chest presses into your back, one hand around your neck, his breath hot against your ear. nothing being heard in the room but the sound of your skin slapping together.
“look at yourself, mama,” he murmurs.
your eyes find his in the mirror. hooded, watching you with that lazy smile he always wears.
“so sexy, baby,” he says, as his hand slides up your stomach, fingers spreading across your ribs.
your mouth is open. a thin line of spit connects your lips. your eyes are glassy, half-lidded as his hips rock forward, slow, deliberate in a way that makes your toes curl against the hardwood floor.
“fuck,” you breathe, the word stretching out, “jermajesty…”
“there it is.” his grin flashes in the mirror, loving your thick southern accent. “say it again. say my name again, baby.”
“jermajesty,” you whine.
he groans, a sound that vibrates through his chest into your spine.
“that’s it baby.” his hand leaves your ribs, finds your chin, tilts your head back so your head lies on his shoulder. “you have no idea what that does to me.”
he thrusts into you harder and deeper as you continue to cry out his name. the kind that knocks the air from your lungs, one of your hands scraping the back of his neck the other against the mirror’s surface.
your hips push back to meet him, the way you know drives him crazy. your ass presses against his pelvis and you hold there, grinding, feeling every inch of him inside you.
“shit,” he hisses, as his hand tangles in your braids. not pulling. just holding. the weight of his grip groundjng you. “this pussy so good, baby.”
you don’t reply, instead a string of moans flying from your lips. he pulls out just enough to make you whimper. then pushes back in, slow, filling you completely, and your head drops forward.
“talk to me, mama,” he commands. “let me hear you.”
your eyes find the mirror again. your body flushed, sweat slicking your collarbone, your nipples hard against the cool air. his hand leaves your braids, trails down your arm, guiding your hand to your own stomach.
“you feel that, baby?” he asks.
you do. a slight bulge, low, where he presses against your walls from inside. his fingers press yours into the spot, and the pressure makes your vision swim.
“that’s me,” he says. “right there. you feel that?”
“yes, maj. i feel you, baby.” you cry out as his rhythm picks up. the mirror fogs with your breath, and you watch yourself take him, watch your mouth fall open, watch your tongue dart out to wet your lips.
“say my name again.”
“jermajesty,” you moan.
“you like watching yourself get fucked?” he asks.
“i like watching you fuck me.”
his laugh is a sharp exhale. “good answer, ma.”
his hand slides down from your stomach, to between your legs. his fingers find you wet, slick, ready, and he circles your clit with a pressure that makes your knees buckle.
“oh, baby—”
the pressure builds. your hips move on their own, meeting his thrusts, chasing the feeling in your core. your hand grips his free hand that still rests on your neck.
“you close?” he asks.
“yes. yes, maj—”
“cum on your dick, baby.”
your orgasm crashes through you. you cry out, his name on your lips, and he groans with you, his hips stuttering, his grip tightening.
“fuck,” he breathes. “fuck.”
he pulls out. his hand stroking himself, once, twice, and then warmth spills across your lower back, streaks of white painting your skin. you watch in the mirror as he finishes, his jaw tight, eyes closed.
he opens them and catches your gaze. giving you that lazy smile you love so much.
“you’re something else,” he says.
“i know.”
he grabs a shirt from the floor—his shirt, some designer thing he probably spent too much on—and wipes the mess off your back. the fabric soft against your skin.
“turn around.”
you do. his hand cups your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip.
“that mouth,” he says. “you could say anything and I’d probably believe it.”
“anything?”
“anything.”
you lean forward, pressing your lips to his ear. “then let me show you what else this mouth can do.”
ᥫ᭡ fai speaks: i hope i did your req some kind of justice queen!
𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: after stumbling across a tiktok trend, your boyfriend couldn’t help himself to try it on you.
𝓽𝔀: jaafar x reader, jermajesty x reader, randy jr x reader, short smau, cussing, the boys lowkey are in the doghouse, suggestive for Jaafar and Jermajesty?
𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: when I watched the tiktok and seen the comments, I was tickled asf😭. I wanted more but I wasn’t doing 3 separate posts. excuse any mistakes! no dividers because I hit my photo limit. and btw, I know nothing about lashes, so if it sounds stupid… oh well.
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𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: what was once a lovely day out turned sour after an unexpected guest ruined your mood, and now Jermajesty gets the repercussions.
𝓽𝔀: reader pops jermajesty in the mouth, idk angst? jealousy, smut (18+), mean!jermajesty, overstimulation, dumbification, dacryphilia if you squint, squirting, use of y/n (twice), usage of the n-word.
𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: since mr sexy man fed us yesterday, cheers to that. excuse any mistakes!
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“She barely even touched me, it wasn’t anything serious.” The words casually fell out of Jermajesty’s mouth like it was nothing. you froze where you stood, you could only stare at Jermajesty as if he grown 3 heads. “the bitch literally wrapped her nasty ass fingers around your neck just to give you this friendly hug, but she barely touched you?” you harshly rolled your eyes as your fingers created fake quotation marks when you said friendly, “Jermajesty please get the hell out of my face with that.”
You and Jermajesty both had three days off from work. He decided to take you out for the day—a lunch date and to go shopping, everything was going wonderfully until y’all entered one of the outlet stores in the mall when one of Jermajesty’s old classmates spotted him. “Oh my gosh, maj is that you?” Jermajesty turned around and a bright smile jumped across his face, as he dropped your hand to walk closer to the girl.
“Oh shit Naomi, wassup girl.” Naomi closed the gap to give him a not-so-friendly hug, wrapping both arms around his neck, pulling him close. “I can’t believe it’s you, how have you been?” Jermajesty asked while pulling back, a wide grin still slapped on his face. Naomi and Jermajesty fell into conversation without a care in the world.
You stood behind them, your face blank as your brain tried to wrap around what the hell just transpired directly in your face. The big grin on his face, the hug, and the flirty look that was plastered on Naomi’s face—once everything finally registered in your head, a deep mug dropped on your face. You stepped from behind Jermajesty to stand right beside him—once you came into view, Naomi’s sentence trailed off and her smile fell, a frown was now on her face. “Oh- who is this maj?”
Jermajesty turned to look at you, his face dropping once he saw the expression on your face. ‘oh fuck’, Jermajesty mumbled under his breath. “this is my lovely girlfriend, y/n.” he introduced you to Naomi, quickly throwing a smile back on his face. “y/n, this is Naomi, we went to college together.” you glanced at him with a mean glare before turning towards the girl who is now lowkey mugging you. “hello Naomi, nice to meet you.” your words completely bland, uninterested in talking to the girl.
Before she can get another word out, you speak once more, “Well, my man would love to stay and chit-chat with you but we’re on a time schedule, tell her bye maj.” Jermajesty could tell that you were in no mood for any back talk, so he quietly nodded as he grabbed your hand. “Nice talking to you Mi, hope to see you again soon.” Before Naomi could get her thoughts together, you dragged Jermajesty out of the store.
Once you made it away from the store, you dropped your hand from Jermajesty’s, bags crackling together at the force. “Mama, I know you’re mad but—“ his words were cut short when you stopped walking and slowly turned your head with an eerie smile. “Mad? Who said I was mad?” The calmness in your voice sent a harsh shiver through his spine, making him subtly flinch. Jermajesty's mouth opened but not a sound came out, you turned around and continued walking towards the exit. Jermajesty trailed behind you like a child who just got into trouble with their parents.
The ride home was no better—you angled your body tightly towards the passenger door, wanting to be as far away from him as possible, arms tightly crossed, and a scowl permanently etched on your face. Jermajesty knew there was no getting out of this. He could only hope that he could talk to you and eventually make it up to you—boy was he wrong as ever.
That’s how you both ended up in the kitchen, with you trying to get your point through Jermajesty’s thick skull but the point just bounced around in his head, not even sticking.
But the words “it wasn’t anything serious” bounced around your head and stuck like glue. “Jermajesty, how would you feel if one of my classmates gave me a hug like Ned did to you?” You tilted your head, secretly hoping he would say some stupid shit so you could go upside his head. Jermajesty held in a laugh from the name you gave Naomi but he knew this was no laughing matter, “I’d lowkey be pissed if any man hugged you, but me and Naomi are old friends, nothing to it.” You turned your head to the left, looking at the imaginary camera hoping that this shit was a prank—you turned your head back towards the idiotic fool in front of you, taking a deep breath as you felt irritation boiling beneath your skin.
“Obviously you’re not understanding my fucking point, so maybe I’ll go call up Jaafar or even Randy and let them hug me like that, and see what would happen.” the words that spilled from your mouth felt like poisonous venom to Jermajesty and now a look of shock and agitation appeared on his face. “dude, you’re bringing my brothers into this shit now? You’re so fucking dramatic.” The words barely lingered in the air for 10 seconds as the back of your hand flew towards Jermajesty’s mouth, smacking him with some force.
You quickly drew your hand back as both hands flopped by your side and your eyes wide as ever, shocked at your own actions. Jermajesty's right hand flew to his mouth in shock and in slight pain from the quick slap—once he removed his hand, there was a slight trace of blood on his fingers. His eyes quickly shot up to yours, his face frowned in anger.
Your breathing picked up as you were lowkey scared of what could happen next, so you attempted to apologize. “Baby, I’m so—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence, Jermajesty’s voice sliced through the air, “You putting your hands on niggas now? ok, heard that.” Your hands began to shake gently at his voice, knowing that your ass is completely grass.
“Get your ass up them steps and in the room now, I’m not playing with you.”
“pa-hic- its too much” you sob out, as the sound of your wet pussy and Jermajesty’s pelvis harshly slamming against your ass fills the room. Jermajesty rolls his eyes at your cries and pushes your head into the pillow. “I don’t wanna hear none of that crying shit, shut up and take it.” He took a deep inhale at the feeling of your walls clenching down on him—his harsh words sending tingles throughout your body.
It’s been at least an hour and Jermajesty has pulled three mind-shattering orgasms from you, and he still hasn’t let up. “Can’t believe you decided to hit me in my damn mouth.” Just thinking about what occurred a little over an hour ago made Jermajesty even more upset, he subconsciously sped up, his mushroom tip now tapping at your cervix at each stroke. A loud moan ripped from your mouth but was muffled by the pillow. “You really hurt my feelings mama, what do you have to say for yourself?” He wrapped his right hand around your hair, pulling it back, so your head could be lifted from the pillow, a groan left Jermajesty as the sight of you made his dick jump—your face was soaked with your drool and tears, eyes constantly rolling back to your head, and your mouth in a pout.
“‘m so-so—mhmm fuck.” What you thought were words were nothing but incoherent babble. “Awe, my poor baby fucked dumb, how cute.” He cooed at your attempt to speak but quickly gave you two slaps to your ass, “But what are you supposed to say to me, mama?” Jermajesty tugged at your hair once again but with more force, making your arch even deeper. “I'm so sorry pa, didn’t mean it.” you wailed out.
Satisfied with your answer, he released his grip from your hair, letting your face fall back onto the soft pillow but held you by the back of your neck. “It’s okay mama, but I’m not finished with you. ‘gotta make sure you won’t do it again.” Somehow, his strokes got even deeper as he leaned forward, taking his free hand to reach between your legs to play with your sensitive clit.
A loud muffled scream filled the bedroom as the stimulation of your clit made you slightly squirt on Jermajesty. The feeling of your wetness splashing on him sent his eyes slightly rolling back—he kept strumming at your swollen clit, allowing more squirt splatter across the bed and across both of y'all lower halves. “Look at you, making a mess all over the bed and me, what a messy girl.”
At this point, your brain was complete mush— meaningless babbles just fell out of your mouth like a waterfall as Jermajesty still administered harsh strokes to your now swollen and sensitive pussy. Your hand weakly reached behind you to make an attempt to push at his stomach to give you some sort of relief. Jermajesty saw your poor attempt and let out a loud laugh. “No ma’am, stop trying to run from me.” The hand that was on the back of your neck now moved back to your hair, pulling you up, so your back was now flush against his chest.
“I’m nowhere near done with you, baby, we got a longgg way to go.” He kissed the top of your ear as you let out another sob, tears running down your face. “pa—please.” The two words barely made it out of your mouth as you stuttered your way through.
“If it ain’t you crying or moaning, I don’t wanna hear shit else from you. now shut up and take this dick.”
Lesson definitely learned, never ever pop this man in the mouth again.
