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“all you get is the tip… since you wanna be a fucking brat.” and he meant it, pressing the fat tip of his dick right against your clit, poking at your entrance on occasion, flat out laughing when you whine. you should’ve expected it, making him jealous and implying someone could fuck you better, not listening to a word he said, you saw this coming. "you fuckin' know better, didn't i train you better than this?" you whine again, nodding in agreement despite the urge to push him more. he looks good, all broad shoulders and scars and you want nothing more than for him to tear you apart

“please, please, sir i’m so sorry. please fuck me, i'll be so good.” you miss feeling full, you miss it even if he fucked you just two nights ago. and every time you push your hips up, he pushes them right back down. then the tears start, not a sob, but you’re teary eyed and frustrated and again, he laughs “look at you, spoiled rotten… actin’ like a crybaby cuz i won’t give you some dick huh? alright, i’ll give you some more” and he pushes in halfway and doesn’t move, muttering out a “work for it baby”, that only lasts a few moments before he grabs your wide brown hips & starts going at the pace that he wants. it's brutal, splitting you open from the inside and you can't do anything except lie there and "take it baby, take what you begged for" his voice cuts through the haze in your mind and you're suddenly aware of the scratches you're leaving behind on his arms, not that he seems to mind. "gotta stop actin' out whenever you want to get fucked" his voice drops, but his pace doesn't falter "got this pussy cryin' for me and you wanna think somebody else could handle it? this is all mine, ain't it, bunny?" the petname makes you clench around him, frank feels it before you can warn him and his thrusts stop

Obsessed Jermajesty! headcanons

(Fair warning: implied actress!/model!reader, curly hair implied, curvy reader (like always hello), implied Randy jr x reader but VERY vague, kinda pervy jer😋 pussy slapping, some size kink Jermajesty is possessive but not toxic)

SWF

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Obsessed Jermajesty! saw you one time working with Randy Jr at one of his projects…oh he was gone. He started going to the set on the daily with the excuse of seeing Randy, but secretly he wanted to stare at you from afar, your pretty face, your perfect curls and your curves that got his heart beating, he wanted -no- NEEDED to have you. But Randy did warn him

“She’s hot, but she’s not easy man, trust me every guy in the cast has tried…even I tried”

Oh? Challenge accepted, he thought.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Obsessed!Jermajesty started researching you, looking up your interviews and -literally- taking notes of your favorite things. Your favorite flowers are tulips? you found them the next day on your trailer. You like a show? he studied everything about it just to have something to talk about with you. And would wouldn’t fall for that?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ And like it was set in stone, he broke down every single one of your walls and got you. He walked to set like a fucking winner, because the second you see him you run into his arms, and of course his hands go straight to the plump of your ass, squeezing it as he gives the rest of the boys in the cast a (not so) subtle smug smile

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Jermajesty just HAS to have his hands on you at all times, he always pulls you to be on his lap or his arm has to be wrapped around your waist at the very least. Specially if a man looks at you for a little too long for his liking, his hand immediately goes to your jaw, pulling you into a longing kiss

“What was that for?” you pull away slightly, your voice a little hazy

“Just wanna kiss you, i can’t kiss my girl?” he shoots a look at the guy who was standing behind you ready to approach you, he raises his hands in defeat and walks away.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ He’s very tunnel vision for you, no other woman exists in the world, he goes as far as to buy matching rings for you guys, so even if you’re away, people know he’s a happily taken man.

NSFW

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Your first time having sex was like out of a movie por both of you, he had this complete goddess laying before him, he didn’t let you move an inch, he wanted to know everything that made you fall apart, constantly saying

“Is this good mama?”

“How about this? mmmm? You like that”

“F-Fuck baby you feel so fucking good”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Fucking MUNCH. oh he loves your pussy so bad, he would open you up your legs far enough for you to not be able to close them, and he stays between your legs for hours on end

“Cmon mama, one more…please i need it all over me”

“Look at how wet you are f’ me” he says slapping over your pussy “i don’t think you want me to pull away baby, look how messy you’re getting”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Oh obsessed!jer fucks. His favorite positions are doggy —because he can have a full look of your ass moving as he pounds into you— and cowgirl —cause he can suck and lick on your nipples as you bounce on his dick—

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Obsessed!Jermajesty has a bad case of praise kink, even if he’s mostly the dom in the relationship, he really gets off from you telling him how much you enjoy the sex with him, and you notice it

“You’re gonna take this dick baby? fuck” he says slamming his hips into you

“Yes! Maj feels so good baby, you fuck me so good” you say in between ragged moans

“Who else can fuck you like this mama?” A sharp spank his your ass “Talk to me”

You yelp “No one else baby, only you i-i swear”

“That’s what the fuck i thought”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ He can’t deny that he’s a little jealous that his brother tried to get you, but he is really smug and a show off about the fact that you picked HIM. Sometimes he’ll even try to fuck you while Randy is downstairs, safe to say you’re absolutely mortified

“Baby” you moan as he begins to leave a trail of sloppy kisses on your breast “Baby your brother’s downstairs”

“I don’t give a fuck let him hear” he says now licking over your nipple as he pulls down his sweatpants “Let him know you belong to me”

Later on he walked downstairs to get you your water bottle and he spots Randy on the couch

“Message received by the way” Randy says “That’s your girl man, don’t gotta rub it in everybody’s faces damn”

He smirks. damn right you’re his.

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YAYAYAYAAYYYYYYY BACK WITH MR MAJESTYYYYYYY lmk what you think!!!!

also happy 1K i love yall bad❤️‍🔥

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: idk, a random thought/drabble???

𝓽𝔀: mentions of smut, fingering, making out, super short.

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: lowkey got a case of writers block💔 i’m tryna fight it off, this is ass but whatever. excuse any mistakes!

This content does NOT contain AI and may not be used to train AI.

definitely wasn’t lurking through jermajesty’s instagram🌚. but that picture sent my head spiraling lowkey.

imagining you and jermajesty spontaneously planned a trip in the middle of the night to the Swiss Alps. the day time temperature didn’t bother you as much as the nighttime temperatures. at first, you were freezing, your finger tips and feet were ice cold, you already had the heat set to 83 and wrapped up under two thick blankets. your constant motions of shaking woke jermajesty out of his sleep. “mama, are you still cold?” he lazily turned on his side to face you, eyes halfway opened. words could barely form in your mouth, so the only thing you could do was nod—bundling up under the covers even more. jermajesty stared at you before a genius idea popped off in his head. “I know how to warm you up.”

when you first heard his words, you thought he found a cute way to keep you warm—a stupid fool you were for thinking that. it was all a blur to you, at first you were under the covers shivering like a two dollar bill in the wind, now you were in Jermajesty’s lap struggling to kiss him back as three of his fingers pumped in and out of you curving at your g-spot. you couldn’t help but to let out loud moans that were muffled from jermajesty tonguing you down. a thin string of spit connected between you two when he pulled away from the messy makeout, his chest falling and rising at a fast motion. “look at my baby taking my fingers so well.” he cooed at you, voice dripping with sleep as he bent down to give sloppy kisses on your neck—a flash of heat bloomed throughout your body at his words and how his voice dropped an octave when he’s half sleep. “majjj, fuck—so good.” your words came out in incoherent babbles as his finger dug deep into you. “I know baby, I know.” his other hand wrapped around your neck applying gentle pressure as he began to pull you in for another makeout, but his unexpected movements made your eyes roll back sharply as you clenched around his fingers, thighs shaking softly.

“you about to cum already baby? go ahead, but I’m not stopping.”

ᥫ᭡ fai speaks: finally getting around to clearing out my reqs. y’all, i’m trying with the smut fr LOL, im cringing internally but i hope yall enjoyyyy

you and jermajesty had been friends for a while now. you met through a mutual friend. over time, you grew so close it was crazy. texting throughout the day, on facetime all night, soon came the random hangouts. sleepovers weren’t even unnatural for the two of you.

but this new crush you’d developed on him? was.

you weren't blind. you saw the way he looked at you. you noticed the way he licked his lips that one morning when you reached for something in the top cabinet and your silk nightgown raised up just a little bit.

you felt the way his hand lingered on the small of your back whenever y'all walked through crowded spaces, or how his hands gripped your waist to guide you when he moved past you. and you definitely remembered that time you were at a function, and started dancing on him. he had leaned down, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, "chill, i’m easy."

a/n: ok so i think i took this in a different direction than you were intending, but i got caught up in the dynamics of it all lol. maybe i’ll circle back to this idea with a different ending.

pairing: jealous! jermajesty x stonewalling! reader

wc: 2.6k

The trip had been planned months ago. You and your girls could barely find free time in each of your schedules to all hang out. So, you and your friends had planned a trip to Miami to finally enjoy some time all together.

Jermajesty had been against this from the beginning, having a problem with you going there of all places.

“This trip has been in the works for a while now, it’s nothing new.” You were about to leave, going around your room for any last minute things you might have forgotten.

You hear a huff on the phone. “And I been said you shouldn’t be going, it’s nothing new.” Jermajesty’s sarcastic choice of words pissed you off.

”The problem is that you don’t trust me.” You were getting angry and tears were starting to gather in your eyes. That made you even more pissed off.

“You the one tryna go to Miami of all places. I mean what the fuck?” You could hear the noises of traffic over the phone.

You take a breath, trying to not let your voice shake. “You’re not listening to me.”

He was quiet for a moment, and you thought he was finally taking in what you were trying to say. Why go throw away a two year relationship for something so quick and meaningless? You loved Jermajesty with all your heart. You’d hoped he would have more faith in his long-term girlfriend.

“I don’t want you to go. That’s final.”

You closed your eyes. He’s not gonna listen. You inhale, then exhale. You look to the multiple bags in your room, ready to go.

“Okay.” Your voice is calm, completely void of any emotion.

Jermajesty is quiet for a split second, not expecting that answer. “Alright. I’ll be home in a couple hours, I’m going to see Jafaar.”

“Okay.” There it was again. That same answer in that same monotone voice. You hung up before he could say anything more.

He doesn’t wanna listen to and be a insecure asshole? Fine.

You get a message from one of your friends, Samara, letting you know she was out front. Picking up your bags, you head out the door.

Your movements are calm and collected, too calm and collected.

Samara notices instantly. “You okay girl?” She pushes her shades up, eyeing you suspiciously.

”Oh I will be.” You swipe into Jermajesty’s contact, putting it on mute. You’ll speak to him when you get back, not wanting him to taint the trip you’ve been looking forward to for a while.

She pulls off, heading to the airport to meet the others.

Jermajesty hadn’t heard from you since the call. He wasn’t shocked though, knowing you were still pissed about the trip.

On the way to the apartment you both shared, he stopped for some popcorn and picked up your favorite snacks. Maybe the two of you could have a movie night in.

The lights were off when Jermajesty opened the front door, the usual warm lighting of the lamps you had bought was nowhere to be found. Maybe you had gone to bed already?

He called out to you, asking you to come out to the kitchen where he started making the popcorn.

No answer.

He shouted out again. Yet he received the same response. Nothing.

With confusion, he walked towards your shared bedroom, but it was vacant. He went to your closet, opening the drawers where your bathing suits were usually kept. Nothing.

“I know her ass did not.”

Jermajesty pulled his phone out, calling you to no answer. His texts received the same treatment.

He went to instagram next, seeing that you posted a story not too long ago.

You were on a plane, taking a selfie with your friends. Now he was pissed.

You left anyways, despite his complaints and him telling you no. He’d wait a few more hours when you’d sure to be off the plane before calling again.

As the time went on, he became more and more agitated. He ate the popcorn in annoyance, waiting for any sighting of you he could get.

Your girls were able to keep your mind off of Jermajesty and his idiocy. As much as they could anyway.

Getting off the plane, you guys made your way to the hotel.

“Girl you gotta mess with him a bit.” Samara was taking selfies, seeing you check to see if Jermajesty messaged you. He had. Multiple times.

You look up. “What you mean?”

Samara rolled her eyes. “You gonna put on some grown makeup, a sexy outfit, and I’m gonna take the best photos of you to make that man lose his mind.”

You threw your phone on the bed, falling back on it dramatically and letting out a huff.

He did piss you off and you weren’t ready to talk to him yet. Maybe making a couple posts wouldn’t be so bad.

Jermajesty was living in hell.

He was checking his social media every two minutes, hoping to see if you’d put anything on your story. Every response he sent was left unsanswered.

He knew you were doing this on purpose.

You had always done this when you were upset. Whenever you felt like someone wasn't listening to you, you shut down. You stopped arguing. Stopped explaining yourself. Stopped responding.

And usually, Jermajesty could get you to talk eventually.

But this time?

This time you were in Miami. With your friends. And apparently having the time of your life.

His phone buzzed.

He grabbed it instantly, expecting to see a message from you.

Instead, it was Instagram.

Y/N added to her story.

Jermajesty clicked on it and there you were.

He stared at the screen.

You were dressed up now, makeup done, hair styled, looking completely unbothered. The caption was something simple.

‘miami looks good on me 💋’

Jermajesty sat up, jaw clenched in annoyance. “Oh, so this what we doing?”

He watched the next story.

You and your friends were at dinner, laughing over drinks

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Then another picture. You sitting in the middle of your girls, smiling at the camera.

Then another. A mirror selfie.

All posted mere seconds ago, going back and forth between the pictures to study each one.

Jermajesty stared at the screen for a long moment.

He knew you looked good. Of course you did. You always did.

But the fact that you were posting all of this while actively ignoring him?

That pissed him off.

He typed out a message, thumb flying across the keyboard.

Jermajesty: So you can post but you can't answer me?

A minute passed.

Nothing.

Two minutes.

Nothing.

Then he saw you had viewed his message. Another minute passed.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

He called. Straight to voicemail.

He called again. Same thing.

Jermajesty tossed his phone onto the couch, running a hand over his face.

He knew he was being insecure. He knew that. But you knew exactly what you were doing. You were being petty.

And the worst part was that it was working.

By the next morning, you had almost convinced yourself that you weren’t thinking about him.

Almost.

You and the girls had gone out the night before, staying out way later than you had planned. You had laughed until your stomach hurt, danced until your feet hurt, and drank enough to make the entire argument with Jermajesty feel distant.

That was the point of the trip.

You didn’t want to think about him. You didn’t want to think about the argument. You didn’t want to think about how his voice had sounded when he told you that you weren’t going.

You just wanted to enjoy yourself.

So when you woke up and saw that Jermajesty had sent you seventeen messages, you immediately locked your phone again.

Samara, who was laying in the bed across from you, noticed.

“Girl.”

“What?”

“You gonna keep doing that?”

You glanced over at her. “Doing what?” You tried to feign ignorance.

“Acting like you don’t see that man blowing your phone up.”

You rolled your eyes, turning onto your back. “He’ll be fine.”

“Girl, he is probably going through it.”

“You’re the one who convinced me to act like this.”

Samara raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but the whole point was to get him to lose his mind. He’s definitely lost it.”

“Yeah well…” You didn’t have a retort. Truthfully, you didn’t think you could speak to him yet. His lack of trust and demands upset you. You needed time to cool off.

You let out a sigh, not really feeling much better after the few days you’ve been gone.

Your phone buzzed again.

You didn't look at it.

Samara looked at you.

You looked at her. “Don't.”

“I didn't say anything.” She threw her hands up, turning away from you and heading to the bathroom.

You shouted towards her disappearing figure, “You were about to.”

“I was.” The bathroom door shut with a laugh on the other side.

You groaned, grabbing your phone. The messages were mostly the same.

Jermajesty: You good?

Jermajesty: So you just not gonna talk to me?

Jermajesty: I see you posting.

Jermajesty: You being petty now?

Jermajesty: Aight.

That last one made your eyebrows raise.

You knew that “aight” wasn't actually an “aight”.

That was his version of saying he was done trying.

And for some reason, that irritated you more than all the other messages combined.

You locked your phone again.

“Don't start feeling bad now,” Samara said, reappearing from the bathroom to quickly grab her bag.

“I don't.”

“You look like you do.”

“I don't.” You were stubborn.

She shrugged. “Okay.”

You glared at her.

She smiled innocently.

You sighed, throwing the covers off of yourself.

You weren't going to let him ruin your trip.

You weren't.

Jermajesty had officially reached his limit by the time you came back.

He had spent the entire four days going back and forth between being angry and missing you.

One minute, he was convinced you were being immature and childish. The next, he was staring at pictures of you and wondering if you were having fun.

He didn't like how easily you had gone quiet. He didn't like how you could disappear when you were upset. And more than anything, he didn't like how familiar it felt.

Because this wasn't the first time.

You had done this before.

Whenever you felt unheard, you shut him out.

And whenever you shut him out, Jermajesty got angry.

It was a cycle.

One he was tired of repeating.

So when he heard the front door open, he didn't get up immediately. He stayed sitting on the couch.

A few seconds later, you walked into the living room with your bags. You stopped when you saw him.

He looked tired. You didn't say anything. Neither did he.

You set your bags down. “Hi.”

Jermajesty looked at you, annoyance on his face. “Hi?”

You frowned. “What?”

“You been gone for four days.”

“Yeah.”

“You ignored me for four days.”

You crossed your arms. “You told me not to go.”

His jaw tightened. “And you went anyway.”

“Because you weren't listening to me.” Your voice started to raise.

He shook his head. “So your solution was to just leave and ignore me?”

You looked away.

There it was.

The part you hated. The part where you knew he had a point.

You looked down at your feet, unable to look at him. “I didn't want to argue.”

He sighed, rising up from the couch to stand in front of you. “So you just shut me out?”

“I told you how I felt.”

“And I told you how I felt.”

You look up to him. “You told me I couldn't go.”

“Because I didn't trust the situation!” Now he was getting loud.

You looked at him sharply. “And that's the problem!”

Jermajesty shook his head in frustration. “No, the problem is that every time we have an argument, you disappear!”

“Because you don't listen!” You repeated, poking a finger into his chest.

“Because you stop talking!”

“What's the point of talking to you if you're just going to decide that your feelings matter more?”

That shut him up. The anger on his face faltered.

You immediately regretted saying it. But you were tired. Tired of feeling like you had to scream to be heard. Tired of feeling like every conversation turned into a battle. Tired of feeling like he only wanted to listen after you had already emotionally checked out.

Your voice got quieter. “I wasn't trying to punish you.”

Jermajesty looked away.

“I know.” His voice was quiet.

“I just… I didn't want to spend the entire trip fighting with you.”

He looked back to you and you could see the hurt on his face. “You could've answered me.”

“I know.”

“You could've told me you were okay.”

You let out a shaky breath, looking down at your feet again. “I know.”

He looked back at you. “But you didn't.”

You swallowed, throat getting tight at the confrontation. “No.”

The room was quiet.

Jermajesty sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“And I shouldn't have told you that you couldn't go.”

You looked at him.

He continued before you could say anything.

“I don't get to decide where you go. I was being insecure. I was worried about Miami, and I let that turn into me trying to control the situation.”

You didn't say anything.

“But you ignoring me for a whole week wasn't okay either.”

Your eyes focused on nothing over his shoulder.

“I know.” This one came out rougher.

“Do you?”

You looked up at him. “Yes.” You nodded your head.

He studied your face.

You could tell he wanted to stay angry.

But he missed you. And you missed him too.

“I was mad,” you admitted. “And when I feel like someone isn't listening to me, I just… shut down.”

“I know.”

You paused for a moment. “I don't do it to hurt you.”

He sighs tiredly. “It still hurts.”

You nodded slowly. “I know.”

Jermajesty was quiet for a moment.

Then he walked a step closer..

“You had fun?”

You blinked, taken aback.

“What?”

“On your little girls trip.”

You stared at him.

Despite yourself, a small smile appeared on your face. “Yeah.”

Jermajesty brought one hand to cup the side of your throat, lifting your head up to match his stare. “Posted a lot.”

You already knew your answer before asking. “You were watching?”

“I saw everything.”

You laughed softly. “I know.”

“Don't laugh.” He was smiling now too.

“You were stalking my Instagram?”

“I was checking on you.”

“Every two minutes?”

He gave you a look. “More like every two seconds.”

You smiled.

And just like that, some of the tension in the room started to disappear.

Not all of it.

There were still things you needed to talk about.

The trust issues.

The way he tried to control the situation.

The way you shut down and disappeared whenever you felt unheard.

Neither of you could keep doing this.

But for now, Jermajesty brought his arms around you, pulling you in.

You let him. His face buried into your neck.

“You pissed me off,” he muttered. He gave your neck one kiss.

You wrapped your arms around him, burrowing your face into his chest.

“You pissed me off first.”

He squeezed you tighter. “Don't start.”

You smiled into him. “I'm just saying.”

He pulled back enough to look at you.

“You still love me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Unfortunately.”

Jermajesty grinned.

“Good.”

You shook your head, but you were smiling now.

The argument wasn't completely solved.

after complaining to bsf!jermajesty about no man being as freaky as you, he feels bad.. anddd he has the same interests, if not more .. so he decides to help you out! :)

description ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: jermajesty been wanting to tap that ass for the longest, and when you start describing all your desires that no one can fulfill, he takes it as and opportunity

warnings ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: jermajesty is a FREAK, missionary, backshots, no use of y/n, use of pet names such as, ‘ma, mama, baby, pretty’, oral sex (f receiving), face fucking, squirting, edging, nasty talk, creampie

pairing ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: bsf!jermajesty x blackfem!reader

you were currently laying on jermajesty’s bed, rambling to him about random stuff while he scrolled on his phone, responding every now and then with a “mhm”, or an “oh yea?”.

you shift onto your stomach, looking at him.. “ and when we were together, i hated sex with him! he never wanted to do the things i wanted to do in the bedroom, it was just missionary, every. single. time. do yk how tiring that is, maj? do you?” you say, running your mouth about one of your ex boyfriends, while occupying your hands with your fresh silk press..

he looks at you, the phone in his hand forgotten.. “i don’t know how tiring it is, ma..” he mutters, huffing a little.. “maybe he had a good point.. what typa shit we’re you wanting in the bed?” he says, his eyebrows raising..

“nothing crazy.. “ you reply, getting a little shy.. “i wanted him to eat me out, and try different positions, and.. uhm..” you start, but you’re too embarrassed to say the rest..

“and what else?” he says, tilting his head .. his phone was face down now, he was giving every drop of his attention to you..

“and maybe pull my hair, and i asked him to ride his face but he said no..” you mumble.. he smirks..

“y’know you coulda called me, right?”

“what, maj?”

you look at him, watching the smug expression on his face get heavier and he chuckles.

“i coulda gave you all that, and more. you ain’t need him..” he says, picking his phone back up..

“maj, what are you talkin bout? you just be running your mouth..” you say, twirling your hair around your middle and index fingers..

“i can give you what you need, mama.. all you gotta do is say the word..” he says, scrolling again.. you sit there for a second, stunned.. you look at him, and lick your lips..

“let me ride your face then..” you whisper, testing the waters.

“alright mami.”

you watch him as he put his phone down, and lays flat on the mattress.. it takes you a minute to register that he was forreal ..

“whatchu waiting on? come sit down.” he says patting his forehead .. you slip your aeropostale sweatpants off, along with your little lace panties ..

you climb over him, and straddles his face.. “maj are you sure, i was just play—“ you try, but he grabs your thighs and pulls you down onto his mouth..

“o-oh! jermajesty..” you whimpered, gently grinding back and forth.. he smacks your ass, his tongue flicking against your clit..

he hums, sucking and licking like he just got out of jail, and you were his first meal.. he massages your ass cheeks.. you start to grind with more confidence, your clit rubbing all on his nose and the bridge of his nose..

“o-ouu fuck, majjj.. y-yeahh..” you whine, your head tilting back as you grinds your hips in circles.. you whine, biting your lip..

“mhmm.. fuck my face..” he murmurs into your wetness, smacking both your ass cheeks at the same time ..

“maj im close..” you whimpered.. you grind until you’re right on the tip of your orgasm, and he lifts you up and sets you on the bed .. you whine..

“what the fuck jermajesty? i was about to c—“ you start, but he was already pulling his pants off..

“chill mami, ima make you cum..” he says, chuckling and smirking at you, even tho you didn’t find nothing funny..

“but you could’ve just let me cum right then!” you huff..

“girl hush.. and let me fuck you.. damn..” he says , pushing you into your back ..

you couldn’t believe what was happening right now. your best friend, jermajesty jackson, had you on your back with your legs folded so tight that your knees were touching your perky tits, and he was fucking you into oblivion!

you couldn’t think about anything but him, anything but his thick, huge dick plunging in and out of you..

“j-jermajesty! oh m’gosh— yes!” you whine, your eyes rolling far back into your head as you reach to push at his abdomen..

“move your hand.” he grunts out , gripping your wrist and throwing your hand back to your chest .. he reaches down and grabs your face, smushing your cheeks together.. “look at me, mama.. look at me fuckin you.. been wanting you for so long, pretty girl..” he moans..

you look up at him, your toes curling.. his other hand grabs your ankle, and he maintains eye contact.. he licks the bottom of your freshly pedicured foot, then kisses your toes, before he sucks on each one..

this was tewww nasty for you, something you’d never even thought of you, and boy did it turn you on.. you clench around him, and let out a loud moan..

“oh you like that? you like when i kiss your feet?” he groans, thrusting deeper..

your face flushes, and you start to respond with a snarky comment, but his tip starts to hit that good, deep spot inside you.. you nod, your toes curling in his face..

“yesyes! right there maj!” you whine, your hand gripping the pillow above you..

you clench around him and he moans, his head tilting back.. “fuck baby,” he hisses, pushing his entire length in.. “you been holding out on me.. this pussy so good.. ohhh shittt..” he moans, folding your legs farther over your shoulders..

“bae! nnyeah!” you gasp, feeling yourself getting close ..

“rub your clit, ma.. i can’t do everything at once..” he moans, his eyes rolling back .. you reach down, rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles..

“oh my gosh! i’m gonna cum!” you pant out, your legs trembling ..

“hold it. you not cumming til i’m ready for you to..” he murmurs, smacking your thigh..

“baby i can’t hold ittt! fuckin me too gooddd!” you whine, and he pulls out.. you huff, smacking his arm..

“jermajesty i wanna cum.. my pussy’s aching, and your being an asshole..” you whimper, still rubbing your clit..

he laughs a little , kissing your forehead .. “what did i tell you at first? ima let you cum, mami.. just be patient..” he coos

“i don’t got much patience left..” you mutter, and he rolls you over into your stomach.. you lift your hips up, leaving your face down..

“pass me that pillow, ma..” he murmurs, rubbing your back .. you grab the pillow, and he pushes it under your hips..

he slides back in, hitting deeper this time.. he gently massages your ass cheeks.. “mhmm.. let me in baby.. this pussy so wet.. i been wanting to tap this ass for so long..” he whispered, grinding into you..

“maj.. oh my goodness .. you’re so deep..” you gasp out.. he was already hitting your g-spot, and you felt like you were gonna cum with each stroke.. it wasn’t any better when he sped up, wrapping your hair around his hand and tugging..

“oh shit! oh—jer i can’t— it’s too big!” you whine, and his free hand smacks your ass..

“unt unt. you can. i’m not hearing that from you, i know exactly what you can do.. you wanna cum?” he moans out, biting his lip.. you nod, gripping the sheets..

“then quit complaining and take this dick.” he says, plowing into you.. his heavy balls start to smack against your clit, and you actually thought you were ascending..

“bae! i’m gonna cum!” you cry, your thighs trembling each time his tip kisses your spot..

“cmon ma.. give it to me, let me have it.. show me how good i’m loving you, show me how it feels..” he grunts, his hands digging deep into your back so your arch could deepen

you could’ve swore you saw heaven for a second, then you came back.. “j-jermajesty jermaine!” you whine, squirting all over his cock and balls.. he flashes that gap toothed grin, and smacks your ass..

“there you go, mami.. oh shit i’m finna cum.. you gon let me cum inside you?” he coos, his thrusts getting faster and sloppier..

“whatever you wanttt! just fuck me!” you slur, drooling onto his pillows.. he pushes in deep, and releases.. his cum shoots out in hot spurts, right against your g-spot.. you look in the mirror beside his bed, and see your beautiful straight hair, sweated out and back in it’s beautiful, kinky, curly natural state.. “oh god..” you whimper, huffing..

jermajesty rubs your back.. “i’ll pay for it to get done again, ma.. you don’t gotta worry about nothing at all.. you’re mine now..” he whispered..

maj was on his back, and you were all on top of him.. he felt back for being so rough, and you couldn’t even walk, so he wanted to you as close as possible..

he had been talking for a while, just talking about random shit.. “do you see them tiktok edits of me? i don’t even know where they find-“ he starts, but he hears a soft snore..

you lay there, lips slightly parted, sleeping the best you’ve ever slept in your life..

he smirks, turning the lamp off and pulling the covers off of both of you..

“goodnight pretty girl.”

him biting the cigar between his teeth as he smiles at you when you start struggling, his hips thrusting up into yours when you stop because your legs are shaking. laughing around the low swirl of smoke as you yelp, hands falling to his chest from the force of it.

him biting the cigar between his teeth as he smiles at you when you start struggling, his hips thrusting up into yours when you stop because your legs are shaking. laughing around the low swirl of smoke as you yelp, hands falling to his chest from the force of it.

⊹₊⟡⋆ jerdada taking care of you while drunk

the music at the club had been too loud, the drinks had tasted too much like juice, and by midnight, your homegirls knew they’d lost you to the liquor. laughing and shaking their heads, they scrolled through your phone and called the one person they knew would show up without hesitation: jermajesty.

when he pulled up to the venue, he didn’t even look mad. he just took your purse, thanked your friends, and guided you carefully into the passenger seat, buckling you in while you mumbled some incoherent story about how much you loved him.

"i know, baby," he chuckled, his voice a low, soothing hum in the quiet of the car. "i love you too. let's get you home."

once you walked through the front door, your coordination completely gave out. you slumped against the hallway wall, giggling as you tried to unlace your heels. jermajesty just knelt down, gently pushing your hands away to do it for you.

"alright, angel," he teased softly, looking up at you with those warm eyes. "let’s get you washed up."

summary: this request

contains: no usage of ‘y/n’, 18+! mdni ! angst if you squint, arguing, manhandling, porn with some plot, jermajest is kinda mean, daddy kink

notes: can you tell i enjoy writing arguments

3:27 am

you stood in front of the front door in nothing but your short pajama dress, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as your foot impatiently tapped against the hardwood floor.

when the keys finally jingled quietly on the other side, you didn't move. The door creaked open, and Jermajesty peeked inside his own house like a thief

“what the fuck are you sneaking in for?” you snapped.

he smacked his lips and rolled his eyes before pushing the door the rest of the way open. “It’s my house.”

“oh, it’s your house?” you shot back. “then tell me why you tryna to be so quiet.”

“bruh, calm down.” “don’t fucking ‘bruh’ me.” you took a step toward him, your voice rising. “why the hell are you just now coming back?”

He looked down at you for a second before lifting his head again, letting out an irritated sigh as he nonchalantly rolled his eyes.

“I was out.” “with who?” He shrugged. “don’t worry about it.”

you let out a bitter laugh and clenched your jaw

“what the fuck do you mean, ‘don’t worry about it?’” you yelled. “You left early this morning, and it’s three in the fucking morning now. do you realize this is the first time I’ve seen you all damn day?” you shouted

“So I can’t go out now?” he shot back

“I’m not saying that, Jermajesty so don’t try to twist my words!” you stepped closer and shoved his chest hard enough to make him take half a step back. “I’m saying you disappeared for almost twenty fucking hours without a single text or call. You ignored every message I sent, every phone call I made, and now you wanna walk in here acting like I’m crazy for asking where the hell you’ve been?”

he scoffed and brushed your hand away “I don’t have to report every damn move I make to you.”

“no, but when you live with somebody who gives a fuck about you and is sitting at home wondering if you’re dead, in jail, or laid up with somebody else the bare fucking minimum is letting them know you’re alive and answering the fucking phone!”

“that’s your problem,” he yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration. “you always jump to the worst fucking conclusion, my phone died when I left the house, and I didn’t feel like getting a charger.”

“oh, right.” You laughed bitterly. “because that’s such a normal excuse.”

“It is!”

“no, it isn’t! normal people let their girlfriend of four fucking years know they’re alive before disappearing for twenty damn hours!”

he sucked his teeth and shook his head “I can’t do shit without you turning it into an interrogation.” you stared at him for a long moment before scoffing, turning your back to him and crossing your arms.

“whatever… Travis,” you muttered under your breath, already walking away not realizing what you just did.

“…who?”

you froze.

“who the fuck is Travis?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach and then out your ass.

“what was that” He pointed at you, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle twitched. “don’t stand there looking confused, you just called me another man’s name.” “It was an accident.”

“an accident?!” he barked, letting out a dry and angry laugh. “you don’t accidentally call somebody by another person’s name unless they’re living rent-free in your damn head.”

“It slipped out!” “so who is he!?” he yelled, his voice echoing through the house

“a coworker? an ex? the other nigga you’ve been texting while you’re accusing me of cheating?” “I never said you were cheating!” “you fucking implied it!”

“now answer the fucking question…who is Travis?” he questioned, his head tilted and eyes narrowed

“nobody” you mumbled

“upstairs.”

the tension in the room snapped Jermajesty’s grip tightened on your arm, guiding you up the stairs with a quiet and furious intensity. every step felt like a countdown and y the time you reached the bedroom, the argument had transformed from a shouting match into raw adrenaline.

he didn't say another word, he pushed you backward onto the mattress, the sudden impact sending your short pajama dress riding up your thighs. before you could even scramble back against the headboard, he was looming over the edge of the bed. the metallic click of his belt buckle and was the only warning you got.

“since you want to throw names around” he muttered, his voice deeply low, with pure possession and slight anger “let's see if you remember exactly whose house you're in”

he unzipped his jeans, his dick freeing from his underwear, thick and already fully hard from the sheer anger coursing through him.

his hand fisted into the hair at the back of your head, tilting your face up as he stepped closer to the edge of the bed, pressing the hot, blunt tip of his dick right against your lips.

“open," he commanded, his thumb pressing hard against your chin to force your jaw down.

the moment your lips parted, he slid inside, the thickness of his dick filling your mouth entirely. you let out a muffled whimper, your hands instantly flying to his thighs to brace yourself, but Jermajesty wasn't in the mood to be gentle. his grip on your hair tightened into a makeshift ponytail holding you in place as he began to pace himself, his hips snapping forward in a heavy, unforgiving rhythm.

“mmph-!”

the depth of the thrusts had you choking slightly, the back of your throat catching on his size, but he didn't ease up. If anything, the sound of your distress only fueled him. he stared down at you watching the way your eyes watered as he buried himself deep into your mouth, stretching your lips around his thick base.

“tell me whose name you're gonna say now” he groaned before he thrusted forward again, letting the tip hit against the back of your throat. ge held himself there for a hot second, letting you feel the full weight and pulse of his dick before pulling back just enough to let you catch a desperate breath, only to thrust right back in.

the friction of his skin against your lips was hot and unforgiving, the rhythm building into something frantic and demanding and every time you tried to swallow or find a rhythm of your own, his grip on your hair tightened, controlling the deepness and speed of every heavy thrust. he was entirely consumed by the anger and frustration, using your mouth to work through the possessive fury rolling through his veins.

“look at me” he grunted, his hips pausing for a fraction of a second, buried deep.

so you forced your watery eyes upward, looking into his gaze, the sight of you completely vulnerable and somewhat worn out underneath him and with your small hands gripping his thighs for balance while your pajama dress was pushed up past your hips, made his jaw clench harder.

“yeah… keep those eyes right on me” he muttered

ve pulled out almost completely, letting the cool air hit your wet lips for just a second before he slammed back in and a muffled cry caught in your throat, your fingers digging into his jeans as the deep. he was thrusting faster now, his breaths coming in heavy, ragged pants as the friction brought him closer to the edge.

With a final, deep thrust that buried his length completely in your mouth, his body went rigid. Jermajesty let out a low, guttural groan, his fingers tightening in your hair as he pulsed against the back of your throat, filling your mouth with his thick, warm cum. he held you there, forcing you to take every drop of him while his hips twitched with the fading aftershocks of his orgasm.

he pulled out slowly, breathing heavily as he looked down at your flushed face and wet lips yet the anger hasn’t completely left his eyes, but it had shifted into something entirely dominant but efore you could even wipe your mouth, his large hands clamped around your waist, lifting you effortlessly from the bed and pulling you onto his lap.

he sat heavily on the edge of the mattress, forcing you to sit between his thighs and your short pajama dress was pushed completely up to your waist, leaving your bare skin pressed against his jeans.

“you think you're done?” he whispered, his voice low against your ear. grabbing your thighs and pulling them a part

you let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping the sheets for balance. “Jermajesty-”

“aht aht” he cut you off, his hand sliding around to the front, instantly finding dripping pussy. he didn't ease into it. he drove two fingers deep inside you, making you arch your back and gasp against his chest “tell daddy whose house you're in”

“yours" you whined "It's yours daddy"

“exactly” he growled, immediately establishing a quick, relentless pace with his fingers then he curled them inside you, hitting the exact spot that made your toes curl, while his thumb began to rub friction against your clit at a punishing speed. “and since it's my house, you're gonna tell me exactly what the fuck is going on…so who is Travis?”

“he-he's ah! he's just a guy from work!” you cried out, your hips involuntarily trying to roll with the fast, heavy rhythm of his hand. he was moving too fast, stretching you out and driving you toward the edge before you could even process the pleasure.

“just a guy from work?" Jermajesty scoffed, his fingers picking up the pace inside you over and over until you were dripping wet against his hand. “you don't bring a coworker's name into my bedroom unless you've been thinking about him. were you thinking about him while you were waiting downstairs for me? huh? standing by the door like you run shit?"

“no! I swear, it was an accident daddy, please!” you tried to lift yourself up slightly to escape the intense, quick friction, but his other hand clamped down hard on your hip, pinning you firmly to his lap.

“don't fucking run. take it this shit” he commanded, as he kept the brutal, fast pace going. “you had a lot of mouth downstairs. screaming at me about where I've been, talking about the bare minimum. you think another nigga is gonna give you the maximum? you think this Travis guy can make you cum all over his hand like this?"

“noo!” you sobbed, your head dropping onto his shoulder as the climax began to build violently in your chest. the speed of his fingers was dizzying, pushing you completely over the brink. “no, only you. please, Daddy, I'm gonna-“

“say my name” he demanded, his fingers moving in a blur now, driving deep and fast “say it so you don't ever fucking forget it”

“Jermajesty! please!”

the moment the name left your lips, your body clenched tightly around his fingers, your orgasm hitting you in hard, violent waves but … he didn't stop, he kept the quick, ruthless pace going right through your climax, forcing you to ride out every single spasm on his lap until you were completely breathless and shaking against him.

the fast, relentless pace of his fingers suddenly cut off, leaving you pulsing and completely undone on his lap. Before you could even catch your breath or let your hips settle, Jermajesty’s hands gripped your waist with bruising force once again but now he was shifting his weight and flipping you straight off his lap onto the mattress.

you landed face down on the edge of the bed, your upper body pressed flat against the sheets while your feet were left planted firmly on the floor. before you could even try to pull yourself up, he grabbed both of your wrists in one broad palm, hoisting your arms up and locking them together tightly over the small of your back.

“you think you're getting a break?” he huffed in your ear, his chest rising and falling heavily

you let out a sharp whimper as he used his free hand to guide his thick, hardened dick right against your soaking wet pussy. he didn't give you a second to adjust and so with one massive, unforgiving thrust, he drilled straight into you from behind so hard the headboard cracked against the wall.

thump! thump! thump! thump! thump!

“fuuck! daddyyy!” your voice cut off into a breathless gasp as he immediately locked into a brutal, punishing rhythm.

he was relentless, practically drilling into you from the back with deep, heavy strokes that made your knees shake where you stood and with your wrists pinned helplessly on your lower back, you couldn't move, couldn't run, and couldn't cushion the impact as his hips violently smacked against your ass with every single push. ghe angle was impossibly deep, hitting your sweet spot with a raw force that had you crying out into the mattress.

“tell me who’s pussy this is” he demanded, his voice a low quiet, order as he picked up the pace, his thrusts turning fast and savage. “say it while out your threw this mattress”

“you ah! you do, daddy!" you sobbed, your head thrashing against the sheets as the intense friction began to coil tightly in your stomach all over again.

“that’s what i thought” he growled, pulling out nearly all the way and then slowly grinding “so don't you ever let another man's name cross your lips again, you understand?”

“yes daddy” you sobbed as he kept pounding into you from behind, each heavy thrust sending a jolt of pure heat straight to your core. the friction was overwhelming, building a tight, breathless tension in your hips that made your legs tremble against the floor.

you managed to twist your right hand free from his grip and instinctively, you reached back, your fingers wrapping tightly around his thick wrist, trying to pull his hand away or just slow down the punishing momentum of his hips.

Jermajesty paused instantly, his length buried fully inside you, stretching you to the limit. the sudden stillness was deafening. he leaned down, his chest pressing heavily into your back as his fingers tightened around your other wrist, pinning it harder against your spine.

“move your fucking hand” he whispered against your ear.

“Jermajesty, please, s’too muuch” you choked out, your fingers still desperately gripping his wrist.

“I said, move your hand” he growled, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument. “you don't get to dictate shit right now. put it back.”

trembling, your grip loosened, and you slowly let your hand drop back onto the mattress, completely surrendering control.

“good girl” he muttered

the second your hand was away, he slammed his hips forward again, picking up right where he left off but with a renewed, savage intensity. be thrusted into you fast and deep, the heavy slaps of his skin against yours echoing through the room as he claimed every inch of you, forcing you to take the full weight of his possessive fury.

The relentless, heavy rhythm finally pushed you both past the point of no return. Jermajesty’s grip on your wrist tightened to a bruising hold as his pace turned frantic, thrusting into you with deep, desperate strokes an with a final, groan, he buried himself completely inside you, his body locking up as his warm cum shot inside you, holding you tightly against him until the last of the intense waves finally subsided.

slowly, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside you, both of you completely breathless, the heavy air in the room finally starting to cool.

after a long, quiet moment, Jermajesty rolled over, pulling your shaking body against his chest. the volatile anger from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a heavy, exhausted calm as he wrapped his large arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

“I'm sorry baby” he muttered softly “I shouldn't have lost my shit like that and I shouldn't have put my hands on you out of anger. it’s just... hearing another name out of your mouth completely flipped a switch in me. m’sorry baby”

you let out a soft sigh, turning your head to press a kiss to his jaw, the lingering tension completely draining from your body. “I'm sorry too. It really was just a slip of the tongue, an accident from work and I shouldn't have shoved you downstairs. I was just so scared when you didn't answer”

Jermajesty squeezed you tighter, letting out a long, weary breath. “my phone really did die, but that’s no excuse for not checking in. I was out with my brother and a few guys, we got locked and honestly, we lost completely track of time. by the time we wrapped up, it was already past two in the morning. I should’ve found a way to call you. I didn’t mean to leave you sitting here thinking the worst.”

you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, comforting beat of his heart. “just don't do it again”

“I won't” he murmured, kissing the top of your head as he pulled the blanket up over both of your shoulders. “I promise”

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