"Imma pull their pants down and give them a wedgie" Actual words said by Ja//ck in his recent T a b s #7 video 🙌 Could you please write something about that with one (or multiple) of his friends? 👀 Any of your choice!
gomenasorry anon im so bad at writing bc work cucks me from doing it ;-; hope its okay!!
“Look at that fucking nerd,” Jack laughs with Ethan as they watch Mark jump around for his newest VR game recording. Snickering as the gamer jumps about, his baggy sweatpants just barely hanging on by his hips.
The trio finally made time to hang out -- Ethan and Jack making time to record videos in advance to make more time for...well, fun. Mark? Well...he’s trying to finish at least one before they head out to dinner together, that has to count! Right?
“If he isn’t done in 30 minutes, we gotta cancel and order out.” Ethan sighs, “I’m not annoyed, just, ya know.”
Jack snickers, a devious smirk on his face as a well known white waistband makes itself known from the top of Mark’s sweatpants. Just begging for it. An idea forming as Ethan got the hint near instantly.
“Yeah, really!” Jack whispered, “I’m gonna pull his pants down and give ‘em a wedgie! You don’t wanna miss dinner and we don’t have any other way to stop him, eh?”
“...Fine,” Ethan bites back a laugh, grabbing his phone, “but only because it’ll be funny.”
Their steps were quiet as can be as Mark stayed motionless. Going on about some kind of task the game had him do, simply clicking away with the triggers of the controllers, his vision blinded by the headgear, standing tall. Completely oblivious to the fact his tighty whities are as clear as day to not only his friends, but the cameras as well.
“I’m not sure what the hell I’m suppose to do, my giant brain is processi--!”
Mark squeaked as he felt it. The safe warmth of his sweatpants being ripped down his legs, the joyous shouts of his friends, completely blinded by the headgear of the VR game as his tighty whities were exposed.
“Jack?! Ethan?! H-Hey--!”
“Really, Mark? I thought you said you don’t wear, what was the word again? ‘Wedgie magnets’?”
Jack didn’t give Mark time to answer as he yanked up. Mark groaning as he bent forward, trying to shake his headgear off, stuck in place as the durable tighty whities were pulled high in between his cheeks. His ass nicely framed as he squirmed, the wedgie being pulled higher and higher up his back, stuck in Jack’s grip as Ethan recorded.
“Yeah, Mark! Guess you were right!” Ethan laughed as he slapped Mark’s ass. Mark laughing with a gasp.
“Okay, okay! I’ll stop recording for tonight! Just don’t rip them, alright?”
“Aw, but I’m nearly to your head.” Jack full on laughed. Giving one yank with all he had before freeing the other. The tighty whities high up his crack, a handprint from Ethan’s smack bright red on his cheek, the wedgie still in place between Mark’s perky round ass as he went inbetween catching his breath and laughing.
“You dicks,” Mark finally got the headgear off, “this was a new pair!”
“Aw shush,” Jack laughed, pulling up Mark’s pants for him, “we’ll get you more tomorrow if you promise to have some fun with us, alright? No more recording Mr. Ipl%%ier.”
“Fine fine,” Mark groaned. Reaching around to pick out his deep wedgie. The fabric riding up tight along the back of his balls, taint, and hole. Leave it to Jack to be so immature to get his attention.
“...You didn’t record that, did you?”
“...” Ethan shyly puts his phone away, tucking it in his pants pocket as Mark works to unpick his wedgie, “...No?”
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