Pairing: Jermajesty x gf!reader
Genre: smut, lil fluff?, Cockwarming, overstim, creampie, aftercare
In which Jermajesty gets tired of your attitude..
The silence in the house was loud, broken only by the aggressive tapping of plastic buttons and the muffled, chaotic chatter leaking out of Jermajesty’s headset. It was a rare day off, a stretch of time where the two of you were finally just home. No obligations, no traveling, just total freedom.
You had been looking forward to it all week, craving nothing more than your boyfriends undivided attention, but instead, you had spent the last five hours watching the back of his head. He was entirely locked into his PlayStation, completely tuned out from the rest of the world. And from you.
You had tried being nice. You walked into the room earlier, leaning against the edge of his desk just to see if he'd blink.
"Baby, you hungry?" you had asked.
"Yeah," he murmured, his thumb flying across the joystick.
"Want me to order some takeout?"
"You want me to just throw a brick through the TV?"
He hadn't even processed it. His eyes were glued to the screen, his jaw set in that sharp, focused line he got when he was playing with his brothers. You were completely invisible to him, a secondary thought to whatever match he was trying to win. The irritation that had been simmering in your chest all afternoon finally boiled over.
You didn't say another word. You stepped up right beside his gaming chair, reached out, and ripped the controller straight out of his grip.
Jermajesty’s hands gripped empty air. He froze, blinking in absolute bewilderment as you spun on your heel and marched right out of the room with the plastic controller clutched in your hand.
"Baby? What the fuck? What are you doing?"
You heard the heavy clatter of his headset hitting the desk. His deep voice echoed down the hallway as he followed you, his footsteps loud and impatient on the hardwood. You ignored him, going downstairs with your jaw clenched.
"Y/N. Where you going," he commanded, catching up to you at the bottom of the steps. He lunged forward, his large hand wrapping around your wrist to pull you back, his other hand reaching for the controller. "I was in the middle of a session. Why would you do that?"
"Because I'm sick of playing second fucking choice to a video game, Jermajesty!" you snapped, violently wrenching your wrist out of his grip and pulling the controller out of his reach. "All you do is sit there. I ask to spend time with you, and it's always 'just one more minute,' and you know damn well you don't mean it. I'm tired of it."
He sucked his teeth, and rolled his eyes. "Bro, we are not doing this right now. Give it back. Let me just finish this one run and I promise we can do whatever you want. We can watch a movie, order food, whatever. Just let me finish."
"Oh, so it takes me stealing your game for you to actually look at me?" The hurt in your chest morphed into pure defiance. "You want it so bad? Here Take it."
You threw it. You hadn't meant to throw it *that* hard, but the adrenaline running through your veins took over.
Jermajesty ducked his head with effortless reflexes, and the controller sailed right past him, smashing violently against the hallway wall. It hit the floor with a loud crack, splitting open, the plastic buttons scattering across the floor. Silence descended on the hallway.
Jermajesty slowly looked down at the shattered plastic, then slowly looked back up at you. His eyes, usually relaxed and warm, had gone completely dark. The easygoing posture was gone, replaced by something predatory, and demanding. You realized instantly that you had fucked up.
You turned to bolt toward the living room, but you didn't even make it two steps. His arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you off your feet before you could even draw breath to scream. He hoisted you up, tossing you over his broad shoulder.
"Jermajesty! Put me down!" you gasped, your palms swatting fruitlessly against his back as he carried you back up the stairs.
He didn't say a single word. He carried you into the bedroom, set you down on your feet just long enough to turn the lock on the door with a definitive *click*, and then walked over to his gaming chair.
He reached down, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down past his hips, before sitting back down in the seat. He leaned back, his knees spread wide, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your knees turn to water.
"Get your ass over here," he growled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "And take those shorts off."
The defiance you had felt downstairs evaporated into pure heat. You swallowed hard, taking a hesitant step toward him, standing right between his thighs. "Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"I don't want to hear it right now," he cut you off, his tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. "Strip. Now."
With trembling fingers, you slid your shorts and panties down, stepping out of them until you were left in nothing but the oversized white tee of his that you had stolen earlier.
Jermajesty didn't hesitate. He grabbed your hips with both hands, his grip firm enough to leave marks, and lifted you up. He guided you down, lining you up with his dick before slowly, deliberately sinking you down onto his full length.
A ragged gasp tore from your throat, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the sheer fullness of him stretched you open. He let out a low, rough groan against your neck, his chest heaving.
"Stay right there," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. He gave your thigh a firm, warning tap. "And don't make a single fucking sound."
To your absolute horror, Jermajesty spun his chair back toward the desk. He picked up his backup controller, slid his headset back over his ears, and unmuted his mic, acting as if he wasn't buried deep inside you.
"Yeah, I'm back," he said into the mic, his voice remarkably steady, though his breathing was just a fraction deeper than usual. "My fault. Had a little distraction."
You whimpered, your head dropping onto his shoulder. He was huge, filling you out completely, and the sensation of just resting on him while he sat completely still was driving you insane. Your muscles involuntarily pulsed around him, trying to find some sort of friction.
You felt Jermajesty tense beneath you, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips as you squeezed him.
"Y/N's just sitting with me," Jermajesty told his brother on the line, his tone smooth but dripping with an underlying condescension that was meant entirely for you.
He leaned his head sideways, pressing a lingering, biting kiss to your bare shoulder. "Apparently, I haven't been giving my baby enough attention today. Right, mama?"
You bit your lip, hot tears of frustration and arousal pricking your eyes. You needed to move.
The pressure in your lower stomach was building too fast. You experimentally hoisted your hips up an inch, trying to slide against him, but Jermajesty's hand instantly came down in a sharp, stinging smack against your bare ass.
The sound cracked through the room. You let out a loud cry, completely forgetting the headset.
Jermajesty shifted his mic up, leaning his lips directly against your ear. "What did I tell you about being still?" he whispered darkly.
"Please," you breathed, your fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. "Jer, I can't... it's too much."
"You're doing great for me. Just hold it," he murmured, his tone shifting into a cruel, sweet praise that only made your head spin faster.
He went back to the game, his legs beginning to bounce slightly as the match intensified. The subtle, vibrating motion bounced his tip directly against your sweetest spot over and over again. Your eyes rolled back, your toes curling as you buried your face in his neck, trying to suffocate the whimpers tearing out of you.
"Yo, is she good?" a voice chuckled through his headset. You recognized it instantly—it was Randy. The realization that his brother was on the other end of the line while you were quite literally attached to Jermajesty made your face burn with a mix of shame and intense pleasure.
"Yeah, she's fine," Jermajesty replied, his voice laced with a dark amusement you could feel vibrating in his chest. "Her stomach's just turning. She's pretty full right now."
You wanted to die. Before you could even process the tease, Jermajesty decided to punish you further. While keeping his hands firmly on the controller, he began to subtly tilt his pelvis, delivering agonizingly slow, shallow thrusts into you from below.
"Tell me what's wrong, baby," he taunted softly, his eyes still locked on the television screen as his thumbs worked the joysticks. "I'm right here."
You couldn't take it. Your mind was turning to mush, your body completely at the mercy of his slow, torturous pace. He was nearing the end of the match, his movements getting a little more frantic as he tried to secure the win.
"Hold onto my shoulders," he ordered suddenly.
You obeyed instantly, throwing your arms around his neck. In one powerful movement, Jermajesty stood up straight from the chair, lifting your entire weight with him. He braced your thighs against his hips, his breath catching as he began to ram up into you with heavy, unrestricted force, still trying to play with one hand. A loud, broken moan escaped you, completely unmuted.
"Alright, bro, I'm out. I gotta check on her," Jermajesty grunted into the mic. He didn't even wait for a reply; he reached over, slammed the power button on the console, and tossed his headset onto the desk. The room fell into absolute silence, save for your ragged breathing.
He walked over to the bed, dropping you onto the mattress before pushing your knees all the way back to your chest. He looked down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes burning. "You've got a stubborn ass head, you know that?"
He leaned down, pressing a rough, possessive kiss to your lips. "Don't you cum till I tell you to."
He dove back into you, his pace agonizingly slow but incredibly deep. Every single stroke felt like it was hitting your spine. Your mouth hung open, your brain completely short-circuiting. You tried to pull away to lessen the intensity,
but Jermajesty growled, his hand wrapping firmly around your throat—not cutting off your air, but pinning you down, forcing you to take every single inch.
"Daddy, please I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" you sobbed, overstimulated and completely undone.
"Hold it," he demanded, his voice low and vibrating against your ear. "Don't do it."
But it was too late. Two heavy, brutal thrusts later, your walls spasmed violently. A loud, high-pitched wail tore from your throat as a massive, shattering orgasm ripped through you, coating him completely. Your body went entirely limp against the sheets.
Jermajesty pulled out with a dark chuckle, shaking his head as he laid back against the pillows, propping his hands behind his head. He looked over at you, completely unbothered, a smug smirk resting on his lips. He patted his thigh.
"I can't... my legs," you whined, your vision blurry.
"Too bad. Should've kept that attitude under control downstairs. Come here."
You crawled over to him, your body shaking as you straddled his lap once more. Jermajesty gripped your waist, helping you lift yourself up before sliding you back down onto him. You began to slowly ride him, your movements lazy and uncoordinated, but he didn't mind. His hands rested on your hips, guiding your rhythm.
"Mhm... good girl," he praised, his voice softening into that warm, affectionate tone you loved. "Just like that."
When your legs finally gave out completely,
Jermajesty caught you, pulling you into a crushing bear hug. He flipped you beneath him, burying his face in your neck as he took over the pace, delivering heavy, grounding thrusts that had you seeing stars all over again.
"You sorry, baby?" he murmured against your skin, a heavy smack landing against your thigh.
"Yes, Jermajesty," you gasped.
"That's not my name What is it?"
"I'm sorry... Daddy," you sobbed out, completely surrendered.
"That's my girl. You love me?"
"I love you so much," you cried, your hands clutching at his tight curls.
"I love you too, baby girl."
He caught your jaw, pulling you into a deep, bruising kiss. Your body tightened one last time, pulling another ragged orgasm from you just as Jermajesty let out a low groan, locking his hips against yours as he filled you with his own.
He didn’t say anything right away. He just pulled you in close, tucking your head right under his chin while his chest heaved against yours, both of you trying to catch your breath. His fingers tangled gently in your hair, and just stayed like that for a minute, pressing a couple of soft, lingering kisses into the top of your head while he waited for your racing heartbeat to finally slow down.
"I'm gonna pull out, okay?" a breathless whisper brushed against your ear. You managed a weak nod against his chest.
Firm hands gripped your hips, slowly lifting and settling your weight onto the soft mattress. Your eyes fluttered shut, your brain desperately trying to come back to reality while his eyes studied your face, making sure you were okay.
A warm palm rubbed soothing circles over your stomach, followed by a trail of tender kisses that started on your cheek, moved down the column of your neck, and mapped the length of your torso before finally reaching your leaking warmth.
Your heavy, exhausted legs were hooked over broad shoulders, and a soft gasp left your lips as his mouth found your sensitive clit. Thumbs spread your outer folds wide open, exposing you completely as he devoured you.
You whined, completely overstimulated, fingers reaching down to grip tight curls as that familiar, tight knot coiled in your stomach all over again.
"Baby..." you moaned, instinctively trying to close your thighs around his head to make the pressure stop.
Instead, large hands clamped onto your inner thighs, pinning your legs wide as the pace of his tongue quickened, pushing you right back over the edge. Looking down through half-lidded eyes, you caught him staring right back up at you.
A shattered cry tore from your throat as you came all over his face. Jermajesty lapped up every drop of your release before pulling away, leaning up to press a slow, sweet kiss to your lips while his hands gently caressed your sensitive, trembling body.
Jermajesty sputtered, coughing and wiping his face while you burst out laughing.
"You tired, mama?" he murmured. You could only manage a lazy, drained nod, completely out of words.
"Mhm, I bet. Let me go get the water started."
Before long, Jermajesty came back into the room, scooped your limp body up into his arms, and carried you into the bathroom where a warm, bubble-filled tub was waiting. He gently lowered your aching body into the water, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, calming beat of his heart while his large, wet hands rubbed soothing circles into your stomach.
"Hey," he murmured softly, kissing the side of your head. "I know sex isn't an apology. I really am sorry, baby. I shouldn't have been ignoring you like that all day. I never want you to feel like you come second to anything. If I get like that again... you can just slap me."
You let out a weak giggle, looking up at him over your shoulder. "Apology accepted. I'm not going to hit you. It's bad enough I broke your controller... I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new one."
Jermajesty smirked, "Don't worry about it. I've got like five backups in the closet. Besides... I got my get-back by breaking you. So we're even." He puckered his lips, leaning in for a sweet kiss. Instead of giving it to him, you scooped up a handful of bubbles and smeared them right across his mouth.
"Oh, okay," he growled playfully, a dangerous spark returning to his eyes as he gripped your waist under the water. ""Oh you wanna get fucked up again don't you?"
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