I highkey wanna turn this into a text message series..
Toxicbabydaddy!Jermajesty Who invites himself over at any given time to come see your 5 year old daughter. โMaj, itโs deadass 5am and you think youโre bringinโ your ass in here to wake my baby up?โ You lazily held the door open, looking up at him, irritated from being woken up.
โour baby.โ He corrected, his gaze flickering down to your lips โand yes, I am cominโ up in here.โ He extended his arm out to rub your hip as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.
โOuu you piss me off so fuckinโ bad.โ You scoffed, dodging his touch, โAnd what if i had a nigga in here?โ
โYou know better,โ he slipped passed you, walking into your apartment like he owned it.
Toxicbabydaddy!Jermajesty who finds any reason to touch you.
You sat on one side of the couch, jermajesty on the other. Your daughter, Kimora, sat in between you both, hugged up on your side per usual. She swung her hand up, patting you on your completely sore boob, making you suck your teeth. โMora.โ you warned, and Jermajestyโs gaze flicked over to you. โOuu shit let me give you a massage, mama. You sore?โ He grinned, hoping youโd let him massage your titties.
โBoyโฆโ you turned your attention back to the tv.
โYeaโฆ pshhโ Kimora waved him off, copying your tone.
โGood job, baby. Just like mommy taught you.โ You smiled, giving her a high five.
Right after putting Kimora in her bed after sheโd fallen asleep, Jermajesty was all up on you. โLet me massage emโ baby. You know I massage good. Thatโs why you got a baby in the first place.โ
Toxicbabydaddy!Jermajesty Who genuinely thinks he can bend you over whenever and wherever.
Right now, you were cleaning up in the kitchen. You hadnโt acknowledged the fact that Jermajesty was standing in the doorway watching you, just waiting for you to bend over a little bit.
Youโd dropped a spoon on the ground as you were trying to slip it into the drawer. As you bent over to grab it, Jermajestyโs eyes tracked your movements, tracing the dip of your spine, the way your moo moo pulled taut over your ass, the way your weave spilled over your shoulders perfectly. Within a second he was right behind you, pressing his print right against your ass.
โMaj..โ you warned, moving to stand up straight but he placed a firm heavy hand on your back, keeping you bent over just like that.
โyou be lookinโ so fucking good,โ he muttered, lightly grinding on you. โShit pisses me off. You want a son?โ
โDonโt be threatening me with no shit like that in my house. When I said one and done I meant itโ you stood straight up moving away from him, โdonโt play with me, boy.โ
Toxicbabydaddy!Jermajesty Who always shut you up when you were trying to argue with him.
โSee, you not even listening to me right nowโโ you went on to bring up something else to argue about. He set his phone down, just staring at you.
โIโm listening but you ainโt said nothing important.โ He interrupted, his hands coming to your waist, tugging you right onto his lap.
โMaj, I literally was explaining how you donโt live here and you need to stop leaving little easter eggs of your belongings for me to find in my own apartmentโ you continued, so irritated you didnโt even notice his hands on you.
As he settled your weight onto his lap, he kept his hands on your hips, looking up at you as you kept talking. His lil funky ass was NOT even listening.
โAlright. Alright, shut that shit up.โ He grumbled, pulling you tighter against him so he could put his face in the crook of your neck, โYou just be arguing to argue, ma. You need some dick?โ
โJermajesty Jermaine.โ You warned, pushing against his chest but he was strong, holding you tight against him. He lifted his face from your neck, looking at you now, his expression slightly dark and teasing.
โfuck out my face donโt nobody need that dick.โ You rolled your eyes.
โYou want some dick?โ
โIโm about to slap the shit out of you, maj..โ
He stared at you for a moment, his gaze not faltering from that hungry expression heโs had for the past 10 minutes.
โYou so damn sexy.โ He grinded his hips upward a little, โMean ass.โ