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8teen bi jaafarpilled

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look at me, baby. 𐙚🧸ྀི

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ description: a rainy night takes an unexpected turn when michael stumbles across your secret toy. what starts as a tense, quiet confession quickly turns into an intense lesson in desire. suddenly, waiting isn't as easy as it used to be.

content: 18+, smut, established relationship, fluff, usage of sex toys, religious michael, otw!michael, my mind is so nasty lmao, not proofread…so if yall see sum, no yall don’t…

۶ৎ the storm outside was unrelenting, the heavy downpour beating a steady, rhythmic thrum against your apartment windowpane. inside, everything was warm and isolated. minnie riperton was playing low on the turntable, the soft needle pops blending into the sound of the rain.

you were sitting on the edge of the sink counter, setting out small glass bottles, while michael leaned against the doorframe, a thick white headband holding back his soft curls. he was watching your hands with absolute, intense concentration as you prepped your skin.

"so wait... you gotta put that liquid stuff on first?" michael asked, tilting his head with wide doe eyes. "before we put the face masks on?"

"yeah, baby," you chuckled softly, lifting the glass bottle to show him. "this is the toner. it balances your skin and cleans off whatever the soap missed so the face mask can actually do its job."

"hmm," michael hummed, stepping closer to inspect the bottle. "i wanna learn it all. show me how to do it. i gotta keep my skin right for these studio sessions this week... quincy’s got me under those bright lights all day."

"well, if you wanna do it right, i need a couple of cotton pads," you smiled, turning to look for the plastic sleeve on the counter before realizing it was empty. "oh, shoot... without even thinking, i left the backup pack in my bedroom."

"where in the bedroom?" michael asked, already turning toward the doorway, his socked feet making no sound against the tile.

"they're right in my nightstand drawer, baby. top one, right in the front."

"top drawer, got it," michael said smoothly, padding down the short hallway into the dim light of your room.

you turned back to the mirror, uncapping the bottle and humming along to the vinyl playing in the living room, completely oblivious to what was resting in that drawer right beside your spare skincare backups.

and then, the entire apartment went dead, suffocatingly quiet.

stepping out into the bedroom, you found him standing rigid by the bed, staring wide-eyed into the open drawer. sitting right beside your spare lotions was your seven-inch realistic dildo. michael stood completely shocked, his jaw slightly open, trying to form words that just wouldn't come out. the silence alone told you everything he had seen.

you hurried over and slammed the drawer shut, grabbing the cotton pads off the top and trying to convince him to come back to the bathroom to finish like nothing had happened. but michael just stood there dead in his tracks, his expression completely unreadable, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.

then, he murmured out so quietly, his voice raspy over the storm. "are you—are you not satisfied in our relationship?"

you could see the deep worry on his face, almost as if he’d been physically hurt by the sight.

you let out a soft sigh, putting the cotton pads down on the nightstand before sitting right on the side of the bed, looking up at his tall, frozen frame. "yes baby, i’m happy. so very happy with you."

michael slowly raised his long hands, rubbing his face tiredly before looking back down at you. "mama, i asked if you were satisfied. not happy."

you sighed, completely unable to lie to his handsome face and big, searching doe eyes. "it’s not that i’m unsatisfied… i just have personal needs, baby."

michael hummed softly and nodded, his hand moving up to nervously pick at his afro, a habit he fell into whenever his mind was racing. "but i thought we agreed we weren’t ready to have— to go all the way."

you readjusted nervously on the mattress, nodding slowly. "yes baby, i know what i agreed to. and i meant it. michael, if you aren’t ready, then you aren’t ready, and i’m okay with that."

michael sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. "clearly you aren’t... now that you’re using a toy instead of me." he frowned, his dark eyes fixed on the carpet.

"well baby, i know where you stand on sex," you said softly, reaching out to gently grab his long hands, pulling him closer until he was standing right in front of you between your knees. "you’ve told me it all, about how you’d like to wait till marriage or whenever you’re ready. i’d never force you to do anything just for my pleasure. i love you and i could never."

a thick, heavy quiet settled over the room, filled only by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the window and the faint, distant crackle of the vinyl turntable in the living room.

michael didn't say anything right away. he stood there with his jaw tightly set, his chest rising and falling in deep, slow breaths as he searched your face. you could see the war playing out behind his big doe eyes—the deep-rooted shyness, the weight of his upbringing, and the overwhelming desire to just be everything you needed.

slowly, the sharp tension in his shoulders began to thaw. his thumb smoothed over the back of your knuckles in a slow, rhythmic circle, his touch softening from hesitant to deliberate.

"yeah... well, now i’m jealous," he joked softly.

you chuckled to yourself, breaking the heavy tension. "no need to be, i always imagine it’s you anyways."

michael’s big eyes went wide at your vulgar comment. "wow, that’s… sexy," he whispered, saying the word like it was a swear word he wasn't supposed to utter out loud. "tell me more, mama. i wanna know what i been missin' out on."

he moved closer, sitting beside you on the bed. you scooted your back up against the headboard, pulling your knees up, while he remained on the side of the bed, gently rubbing your leg through your nightgown.

the rain kept beating steady against the glass, but inside the room, the air had turned thick and still. michael’s long fingers trailing light, feather-soft circles along the side of your leg. his big dark eyes didn't leave yours for a single second.

"so..." michael whispered, his voice dropping low, almost hesitant. "when you're layin' here by yourself... what actually goes through your head, mama? walk me through it."

michael let out a quiet breath, looking down at your joined hands before bringing one of them up to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles.

"i just... i hate thinkin' about you layin' here alone, mama," he murmured, his voice dropping into a thick, low husk that made your heart do a quiet flip. "i thought i was protectin' you, but the thought of another thing—some object—givin' you what i should be givin' you... it drives me crazy."

he shifted closer, on the edge of the mattress until his knee was pressed flush against yours. the vulnerability in his eyes slowly shifted into an intense, quiet curiosity that made the air in the bedroom feel instantly warmer.

you took a slow breath, feeling a sudden wave of heat rush up your neck. "it's... usually on nights after you drop me off. after our dates."

"after our dates?" michael echoed softly, tilting his head. a faint, curious brow raised above those wide doe eyes. "what about our dates makes you go open that drawer?"

"just you, michael," you admitted quietly, shifting your hips slightly against the sheets.

"i come home, and the apartment is so quiet, but my head is still spinning. i'm thinking about the way you looked at me across the table. the way your hand felt wrapped around mine while you were driving... or how your voice sounds when you lean in real close to whisper somethin' in my ear before you leave."

michael’s breath caught sharply in his throat. his thumb stilled on your leg for a split second, pressing a tiny bit firmer into your skin before continuing its slow, rhythmic stroke.

"you... you really lay here thinkin' about my voice?" he murmured, leaning a fraction of an inch closer, entirely captivated.

"mhm," you hummed, your breath growing a little shallow as the memory settled in your chest. "i lay right here in the dark, and i pull the covers up... and i think about what it would feel like if you didn't leave. if you stayed."

"and then what?" michael asked, his voice dropping another octave into a smooth, thick hush. he leaned in so close you could feel the soft warmth radiating off his face. "tell me every detail, mama. don't skip nothin'."

"i reach into the nightstand," you whispered, uncrossing your legs slowly, letting your knees fall open just a little wider as a sudden, restless ache began to pulse between your thighs. "i grab the toy... but when i touch myself with it, i don't think about silicone. i pretend it's your long fingers...or just you."

michael swallowed hard, the sound sharp in the quiet room. his eyes widened, a deep, dark intensity swirling in his pupils as he listened. "you pretend it's my hands on you?"

"yes, baby," you whined softly, your chest rising and falling fast now. "i close my eyes and I imagine your weight on top of me. i imagine you holdin' my wrists down against the pillow, pressing your mouth right against mine..."

"gosh..." michael whispered, his breath completely hitching as he stared at your parted lips. "i had no idea... i didn't know you wanted me like that."

"i want you all the time, michael," you breathed out, your voice trembling as your body subtly twitched, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips at the sheer thought of it. "i lay here and i slide it in real slow... and all i can do is moan your name into the dark. michael... oh, michael..."

michael’s eyes tracking the subtle flush spreading across your chest and down your neck. he saw the way your legs shifted nervously, the way your breath hitched every time you spoke his name, your body visibly growing warm and needy right in front of him.

he shifted his weight, moving his hand from your knee up to the warm, soft skin of your inner thigh, his long fingers pressing in just enough to anchor you there.

"looks like you want it right now," he spoke softly, the words sliding out smooth, deliberate, and undeniably bold.

you were surprised at his sudden words. "michael… baby…"

"shhh," he hushed you softly.

leaning forward, he caught your lips in a warm kiss, whispering against your mouth. "i hate that i can’t please you the way you need."

you just kissed him deeper in response, hands resting on his chest, before mumbling, "s’okay baby. i understand. i’ll wait for you."

michael’s hands began to ride up your legs gently, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath your nightgown as he continued to kiss you, trailing his lips to your jaw.

"i hate how bad i wanna be inside you, but just can’t," he murmured against your skin.

you breathed deeply as michael whispered in your ear, his long fingers rubbing your thighs, turning you on so fast your head was spinning.

"you teasin’ me baby…don’t do that," you whispered against his lips while gently holding his face.

michael pulled away slightly, looking you right in the eye with a fierce, quiet intensity. "maybe i can do somethin’ bout it this time."

eyeing your expression for any doubt, he shifted his body and leaned over back into the drawer, pulling out the dildo. you gasped at how naughty he was being, having never seen this side of him before.

"baby, what are you doin—" you tried to speak, but michael just cut you off with a deep, heavy kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth and stealing your breath away. you whimper against him, pulling his warm body closer by the shoulders.

"you said you think about me kissin’ you, huh?" his lips left yours, trailing down to gently peck along your throat. "all down here?"

you moaned out desperately, clenching his white t-shirt, balling the fabric into your fist needily. "mhm... yes..."

"you think about me touching you all over? like this, mama?" he questioned, pulling back to hold eye contact intensely.

his hands were now roaming your body, reaching up under your nightgown to gently stroke your tummy before moving up to caress your breasts. you bit your lip at this sudden burst of sexual intensity. his long fingers tugged at the strap of your nightgown, pulling it down, exposing your breasts to the cool air.

"you imagine me kissing you right here baby?" he wondered softly.

his long, slender fingers grasped the plump roundness of your breasts, lifting you gently before his lips met the thick hardness of your nipples.

you moaned out, your head falling back against the headboard, hips bucking up begging for something… just something. the lingering thought of his religious stance lingered in the back of your mind as he licked and sucked softly.

"i get those feelings too," he whimpered against your breasts, his breath hot against your skin. "that need to feel you, to hold you close and feel that warmth… and wetness."

your hands tangled in his afro gently as you felt his warm tongue working over your sensitive skin. "i just know it’s so unholy for me," he whispered, almost to himself. "it feels so forbidden mama."

"then baby, why you feelin’ on me so good like this?" you whined, desperate for any kind of pleasure, knowing actual sex was unlikely.

he pulled back from the kiss, his lips hovering right over yours teasingly. "cause you deserve it… mama. y’been holdin’ back for so long. just for me."

you gently rubbed his cheekbone with your thumb, pulling back with a softened expression. "i’d never wanna rush you baby."

michael leaned back in for another kiss before mumbling, "i know sweetheart, and that’s why you deserve it most."

before you could even react, you felt something hard pressed up against your clothed warmth. you gasped, feeling the firm pressure against your clit. half of you wished it wasn’t the toy, and the other half wished it was really michael.

looking down, you saw michael gently moving the dildo up and down your core over your panties, grinding it slowly. before you could speak, his free hand took you by the chin, pulling you to meet his eyes.

"no baby. look at me. feel me," he directed softly, pressing the toy down harder in a slower, torturous grind. he leaned forward, kissing your neck and whispering sweet, filthy promises into your skin.

you begged him not to tease, writhing under his touch. seeing your desperation, michael reached down and pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them aside, completely in love with the sight of you bare and wet for him.

resting the warm, smooth tip right against your wet opening, he paused just to meet your gaze. then, with a slow and deliberate tilt of his wrist, he slid the dildo all the way into you, letting out a soft breath as he set a steady, intoxicating pace.

"look at me," he murmured, keeping his eyes locked onto yours as he established a steady rhythm. with every deep glide of the toy, he talked you through it, his voice low and heavy as he described precisely how he’d take you if it were his own body. his grip stayed firm, anchoring you to the mattress with each smooth stroke.

slowing down, he whispered right into your ear, "this is how slow i’d go when holding you close..." while he kissed down your neck.

and then speeding up, his wrist moving faster, "and this is how fast i’d go, when you keep making noises like that for me."

"look at me, mama," he reminded you continuously, his voice commanding yet infinitely tender. "keep your eyes on me, not the toy. imagine it's me. tell me who's touching you."

"you... it's you, baby," you whimpered, completely lost in his dark eyes and the steady push of his hand.

michael leaned in close, his heavy gaze never leaving yours for even a second. his wrist kept a steady, torturous rhythm, sliding the smooth length deep into your warmth before drawing it back out to the sensitive entrance, only to push right back in.

"that's right, mama," he whispered, his deep voice carrying a quiet authority that made your core pulse tightly around the toy. "i want you to keep lookin' at me. don't look down, don't look away. keep your eyes right here."

"michael... oh god, it feels so good," you gasped, your fingers digging into the cotton of his shirt, your hips rising up off the mattress to meet every deliberate thrust.

"i know it does," he murmured, his thumb moving to gently stroke your cheekbone, wiping away a stray bead of sweat. "i hear the way you're breathin' for me. i feel how tight and wet you're wrapped around this... but you're not gonna rush it. not yet."

you whimpered, feeling the intense coil tightening dangerously fast in your stomach. "baby, please... i'm so close—"

"shhh, hold on for me," michael hushed softly. you were right on the very edge, your whole core coiling tight, ready to snap—when suddenly, michael pulled the toy clean out of you.

a loud, desperate gasp tore from your chest at the sudden emptiness. "michael! wait, no— baby, please!"

"shhh," michael hushed softly, his voice dark and smooth as velvet. he placed the smooth handle of the dildo right into your trembling palm, closing your long fingers tightly around it. "i wanna see you do it."

you looked up at him through heavy, blurred eyes, panting hard.

"what baby?” you questioned, clearly taken aback, as the pleasure lingered in your lower stomach.

"you heard me, mama," he whispered, shifting his body until he was hovering directly over you, his knees slotted firmly between your thighs, pressing his full weight down against you. "you do it for me every night when i'm not here, right? so show me. put it back in."

your hand was shaking so bad you could barely guide it, but with his heavy dark gaze locked onto yours, you slowly lined the tip back up and slid the smooth length back inside yourself. a long, shuddering moan escaped your lips.

"gosh, look at you," michael rasped, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned down, taking your mouth in a deep, heavy kiss.

while your hand worked the toy inside yourself, michael completely took over the rest of your body. he shifted his hips, pressing his weight down right between your thighs, grinding down against your core so you could feel the massive, firm shape of him straining through his trousers. it felt so real—so heavy and solid—it was almost like he was actually inside you.

"mmph... michael," you sobbed into his mouth, your wrist trying to find a fast rhythm, but he reached down, his long fingers wrapping tightly over your hand on the toy, slowing your pace down to an agonizing, deep glide.

"not yet," he commanded against your lips, trailing his mouth down to your jaw, sucking a dark, wet mark into the soft skin of your throat. "go deep, mama. just like that... slide it all the way in."

his free hand roamed up your body, squeezing your breasts gently before his lips tracked down to take your nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking wet friction into your skin while your hand kept moving under his steady guidance.

between the wet heat of his mouth on your chest, his heavy hips grinding against your thighs, and the silicone sliding deep inside you, your mind went completely blank.

you felt a sudden, intense wave of heat build deep in your core—so sharp and overwhelming that your whole body twitched, a sudden, wet gush spilling out around the toy and coating his long fingers.

you gasped out loud, thoroughly embarrassed. "oh god, michael— i'm sorry, i—"

"don't you dare apologize," michael growled softly into your skin, his eyes blowing out wide and dark as he felt the hot wetness soaking his hand.

it sent a visible shock straight through him, his chest heaving as he stared down at how completely undone you were for him. "that's so pretty... you're doing so damn good for me, mama."

he pressed his hips down harder, grinding against you with a slow, relentless tilt that made your head throw back against the headboard.

"now move your wrist faster," he instructed softly into your ear, his breath scorching hot. "don't stop. picture me right here, holding your wrists, taking everything you got."

"i can't— michael, i'm gonna—" you choke out, as you desperately trembled at every wave of pleasure surging throughout your body.

"i know you are," he whispered, his voice dripping with quiet authority as he captured your lips in one final, deep kiss, his hand speeding your wrist up until the movement was a frantic, blurring friction. "let go for me, mama. do it right now. let go. don't hold nothin' back. let me see how good it feels when you're thinkin' about me."

that last, deliberate push pushed you completely over the edge.

a high, helpless cry tore from your throat as your entire core clamped down tight around the toy. wave after wave of intense, shuddering pleasure crashed through your body, making your back arch off the bed and your legs tremble uncontrollably against his sides.

"yes, mama... just like that," michael whispered softly, his own breath hitching as he watched your face undo completely. he slowed his hand to a long, gentle glide, encouraging your wrist to continue plunging the toy deep inside you to ride out every last pulse of your release. "i got you. i got you, baby..."

you sobbed out his name, completely overwhelmed, hiding your flushed face in the crook of his neck as the sweet, lingering waves finally started to settle.

the intense, heavy mood in the room snapped the second your breathing finally slowed down.

michael carefully pulled the toy free, setting it aside on the nightstand with the absolute extreme caution of someone handling live dynamite. he immediately pulled you into his arms, tugging the heavy blanket all the way up to your shoulders.

for a long moment, you both just lay there in the quiet. your head was resting against his chest, listening to his heart beating a mile a minute.

then, a quiet, muffled giggle escaped his throat.

you raised your head slightly, looking up at him. michael was staring straight up at the ceiling, his cheeks flushed bright red, a massive, goofy grin spread across his face.

"what?" you murmured, a tiny smile tugging at your own lips.

"nothin'," michael said quickly, his voice cracking just a little bit before he let out a full, breathy laugh. he covered his face with one long hand, shaking his head against the pillow. "gosh... i can't believe i just did that."

"you were pretty smooth, mr. jackson," you

teased gently, poking his ribs through his white shirt. "where did all of that suddenly come from?"

michael wheezed, curling up slightly away from your poking finger. "stop! don't tease me, mama, i was tryin' real hard to be serious for you!"

"oh, you were serious," you chuckled, leaning up on one elbow to look down at his flustered face. "you were ordering me around! 'look at me, mama, keep your eyes on me.'"

"hey!" michael gasped, his big doe eyes widening as he pulled his hands away from his face to swat playfully at your arm. "i was being attentive! you said you wanted me to talk to you!"

"you sounded like a whole boss," you giggled, resting your chin on his chest. "i didn't know you had that in you."

"well... i gotta make sure i'm doin' a good job," he mumbled, a proud little smirk replacing his bashful look. he reached up, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek. "did i? do a good job?"

"you did amazing, baby," you soft-smiled, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose. "ten out of ten."

"good," michael hummed, looking thoroughly pleased with himself as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you back down against his chest. "cause i am not losing to a piece of silicone in that drawer ever again."

you wiggled a bit, getting ready to sit up and tug him by the hand. "alright, mister. come on, let’s go back to the bathroom and finish those face masks before they dry into cement on our faces."

you made a move to toss the blanket off, but michael’s hand darted out, his long fingers wrapping around your wrist with a sudden, surprisingly firm tug that pulled you right back down onto the mattress.

"woah, hold on," he said quickly, his voice pitching up an octave.

"what?" you laughed, turning back to face him. "what's the hold up?"

that’s when you noticed his cheeks were burning a bright, dusty crimson, all the way to the tips of his ears. he was holding his lower half completely stiff, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

your gaze naturally dropped down past his hands, and your eyes went wide. straining hard against the front of his trousers was a massive, unmistakable bulge—one that was noticeably thicker and longer than the toy sitting on the nightstand.

michael gasped softly when he caught you looking. in a sudden flash of panic, he snatched the big floral throw pillow off the bed and slammed it right over his lap, hugging it against himself like a shield.

"don't—don't look down there!" he squeaked out, hiding his face behind the edge of the pillow.

you couldn't help it; a loud, breathless laugh burst right out of you. "michael!"

"i'm fine!" he mumbled quickly from behind the cushion, his voice muffled and thoroughly mortified. "i'm totally fine, mama, really! it's... it just does that sometimes! it's a natural reaction!"

"baby, that pillow isn't hiding anything," you giggled, leaning over and trying to tug the corner of the cushion. "you look like you're carrying a whole extra package in your pants!"

"stop it!" michael groaned, wheezing with laughter while desperately holding onto the pillow for dear life. "leave me alone! i was tryin' to be a gentleman and now you're making fun of me!"

"i'm not making fun of you!" you laughed, resting your chin on his chest, looking up at his dark, timid eyes peeking over the top of the floral cushion. "i'm actually pretty impressed."

michael flushed an even deeper shade of red, a shy, proud little grin tugging at the corners of his lips despite his utter embarrassment. "yeah? well... don't get used to it. i'm staying right here under this blanket until next week."

"fair enough," you smiled, feeling a huge wave of warmth and affection wash over your chest.

you stopped teasing him, leaning up to press a soft, sweet kiss right onto his warm cheek. instead of pulling him up to the bathroom, you just slid back down beside him under the heavy duvet, wrapping your arms securely around his waist and resting your head over his heart.

"we can do the masks tomorrow," you whispered softly into his shirt.

michael let out a long, relieved breath, letting the pillow drop as his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you in close.

"good," he mumbled, resting his chin on top of your head with a sweet, sleepy chuckle. "cause i wasn't plannin' on standing up anytime soon anyway."

[lil6uapa]

gold standard jaafar jackson

jaafar jackson x f!reader ────୨ৎ──── ♡ wc: 11.3k

synopsis: jaafar learns you've never had an orgasm (like whatttttt) :o so he decides to show u

cw: smut, childhood bsf!jaafar, hints of possessive undertones (?), tension, dry humping, praise kink, dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), p in v, size kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, soft!dom jaafar :DD, straight up filth im sorry

can u guys tell i missed jaafar

half-edited

dating is hell. plain and simple.

the whole concept of putting on a nice outfit, spending your precious time getting ready, and driving across town just to sit across from a guy who couldn't care less about anything you have to say is exhausting. you weren’t even big on casual dating to begin with, but your friends had spent three weeks nagging you about this guy you’d met at a party — insisting he was sweet, handsome, and totally your type.

he wasn’t.

the date was a complete disaster from start to finish. you would’ve at least given him a point for driving across town to pick you up at your place, but that didn't even scratch the bare minimum considering what he put you through the rest of the night. he showed up twenty minutes late without so much as a quick text or apology, spent the first half of dinner monologuing about his workout routine, and spent the second half checking his phone under the table. by the time the bill came, he acted like he’d bought you a house instead of two watered down drinks, leaning in at the end of the night with a sleazy, expectant grin like he fully counted on an invitation to your apartment.

you didn't even let him drive you home. the second you excused yourself to the restroom, you pulled out your phone. 

can u come get me?

his reply came back almost immediately.

send me the address. i’m on my way. 

that was just how it was with him.

it had always been that way. ever since you two were kids running around his house, scraping your knees on the driveway and playing around. jaafar was your safe haven. he knew every single thing about you — every secret, every insecurity, every terrible decision — and you knew him just as deeply. you knew the insane work ethic he hid behind his easygoing nature, and the grounding presence he brought into your life whenever the rest of the world felt overwhelming. when nobody else listened, jaafar did. 

a few minutes later, his car pulled up to the curb.

jaafar’s eyes swept over you as you walked to his passenger door. you were wearing a short white sundress — tight at the waist, flowy at the bottom, with a low scoop at the neck. a bit too low, maybe. not that he should be noticing that anyway.

by the time he put the car in park and rolled the windows down — engine idling, radio low — you were right there, resting your arms on the edge of the driver’s side window as you leaned through it. you brought the summer heat in with you, coming so close he could smell your perfume. a new scent, he thought, but the same old proximity. you never had much of a sense of personal space with him. though he never complained. 

he didn’t mind when you leaned so far over into the body of his car that the neckline of your pretty dress fell open. but he kept his eyes on yours. somehow, even looking at your face felt indulgent.

you were done up. you took time and care getting ready, and now you were looking down at him through heavy lashes, your lips — shiny with gloss — curving into a smile.

he wondered how someone could’ve fucked up a date with you.

“are you the uber i ordered?” you grinned.

“oh you think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“one of us has to be the funny one.”

he smiled at you as he scanned your expression.

you were also smiling, but then again, you always were. you were good at faking it, but he was attentive enough to tell the difference.

“how’s my comedian doing?” he asked. “you okay?”

you let out a dramatic sigh. “i’m fine. it’s not a big deal.”

“but you made me come pick you up. that sounds like a big deal.”

there was a moment of heavy silence, and then you let your smile relax.

“if i’m being honest, i’m better now that you’re here. so thank you.” you said.

“you don’t have to thank me,” he said, shifting his car into park.

he pushed the door open, and you stepped back to give him room. he stepped into the space, now being the one to look down at you. he was always so much taller than you, even when u were kids.

he opened his arms wide, giving you an unsaid invitation.

a small smile broke across your face as you stepped right into him, melting against his frame. you pressed your cheek firmly into the center of his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and wrapped your arms tight around his torso.

he closed his arms around you instantly, pulling you flush against him. one of his large, warm hands settled flat against the small of your back, holding you close, while the other rested gently against the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair. he rested his chin right on top of your head.

it was a short hug but it instantly made you feel better.

when you pulled back, he leaned and rested his side against the car “so what do you want to do?” he asked. “go somewhere? take you home? 

you chewed your lip. “sure, you can take me home, if that’s easier.”

maybe if he didn’t know you so well, he wouldn't have noticed the tiny shift in your expression. he knew you didn't mind going back home with him to do nothing in particular, but then he took another look at you — all done up in that dress.

"actually,” he corrected. “why don't we go somewhere?"

"yeah?" you smiled.

he signaled toward the passenger side with a tilt of his head, guiding you over. you expression was brighter as he opened the passenger door for you. 

you were already settled intot he passenger seat by the time he realized it was as far back as it is.

jermajesty had been riding shotgun earlier with his legs stretched all the way out, and jaafar had completely forgotten to adjust the seat back to its usual position — or more like your preferred position.

he rested one hand on the roof of the car and ducked his head in, leaning right over your lap to reach down. his knuckles brushed against the side of your thigh as he pressed the little switch on the side of the seat, sending it humming smoothly forward along its track.

“sorry,” he murmured. “i forgot to move it back for you.”

there was a high electronic whir as the seat inched forward, and jaafar meant to look up at you. but as he raised his gaze — from the button on the side of the seat, to where you were sitting, with your leg resting just a few inches from his hand — his eyes caught on your thigh.

before he could think about what he was doing, he let his vision linger. he paused with his eyes right where your dress had ridden up, high, leaving the skin of your upper thigh bare.

god, that dress.

you put this dress on for him? for some random guy who didn't even care to look at you? the thought made his jaw lock so tight his back teeth ached. some idiot who wouldn't spend a dime on you, who wouldn't even think to buy you all the pretty dresses you wanted, got to sit across from you looking like this. got to look at you done up so sweet, when he didn't deserve to even be in the same room as you.

“i could’ve moved the seat myself, jaafar.” you laughed, oblivious ot his glance, and fortunately, to all the thoughts that were running wild in his head. “i know how to press a button.”

he was still reeling from that glance, barely even processing that he’d moved the seat forward more than enough. in fact, you were now face to face, and he was looking you dead in the eyes. his mind was still on that dress. that dress on you, and that smile on your face, and that perfume filling his head, dizzying him.

you cocked your head to the side. “y’know it is kinda nice, though. getting taken care of.”

taken care of.

you really shouldn’t have said that, because something was now flashing through his head that he absolutely shouldn’t be thinking about; laying you down, shoving your dress up, kneeling between your legs, your thighs shaking on his shoulders as his fingers grazed over your skin.

taking care of you.

treating you right, the way you should be.

your fingers tangled and tugging at his hair, his tongue on your—

“jaafar?” your eyes were locked on his. “hello? did you just zone out?”

he pulled back when he broke out of his daze.

“sorry,” he said quickly, “i was just thinking—” about things he shouldn’t have, looking at places he shouldn’t have. “—some things i have to do this week.”

horrible excuse, but it was the best he could do.

he shut the door.

“i think it’s nice that you always open doors for me. there are like… no gentlemen left.”

gentlemen? fuck.

he had to suppress a wince, his hands on the frame.

if he was a gentleman, he wouldn’t have been looking at you like that.

“opening doors is the bare minimum.”

“mm, well at least chivalry isn’t dead for one guy in this city.”

but what about the rest of them? the guys who did next to nothing and called it enough, the ones who didn't even think about doing the bare minimum for you — why waste your energy on men who didn’t even care enough to see what was standing right in front of them?

it wasn't any of his business, though. just like it wasn't any of his business what you looked like under your dress. he crossed a line looking at you the way he did. he shouldn't have been imagining any of that.

just like he shouldn't have been sighing your name right then.

you looked up at him through the open window.

“you look really nice,” he murmured. “i hope you know that.”

you smiled. “you think so?”

“yeah.” of course he did. he’d always thought you were. but he didn't say it out loud, because he knew he shouldn't.

what he needed to do was shake off whatever the hell those fantasies were — where had they even come from? that was never the nature of your relationship, and it never would be.

you dont see him that way.

the worst part about all of it was that he knew exactly how you viewed him. a friend. and even knowing that, he still had that filth running through his mind.

pervert.

“thank you, j.”

“‘course.”

he walked over to the driver's side of the car, fighting the pull in his gut before sliding behind the wheel.

“where are we going?” you asked, fiddling with the ac to how you want it.

"where do you want to go?” he asked softly.

"... can we go to the lake?"

it felt like forever since he was here with you last.

back before work and filming and life got too hectic for the two of you to make the long drive out.

yet here you were again, staring through the glass at the moonlit ripple of the lake. the place hadn't shifted a bit; it remained untouched by time. standing so completely still, it felt like stepping back into an old memory, reliving some long-forgotten summer night without even realizing it.

there was a time when this turn-off belonged only to the two of you. it started years back, on a night you’d called him crying — a rare thing for you, since you weren't the type to shed tears easily. through soft sniffling, you’d told him you just wished you could get out for a bit, and within minutes, his car was idling down the street from your house.

he watched you sneak out the back door, carefully avoiding the creaky steps so you wouldn't wake your parents. any trace of your tears had vanished the second you made it into his passenger seat, giddy from the excitement of sneaking out in the middle of the night. you’d told him to hurry up and drive before anyone noticed, begging him to take you somewhere far away.

and this was where he took you.

after that night, it became your go-to spot. whenever life got too overwhelming, or you just needed to disappear for a while, he’d pull up without a word and take you on the long drive out to the water, sitting there with you for as many hours as you needed.

jaafar missed it.

a cool night breeze swayed the dark trees along the bank, rustling the leaves as the moonlight poured over the dashboard. the rolled down windows let the soft summer breeze in.

"we used to come here a lot," you murmured softly.

jaafar turned his head to look at you. the glow of the moon lit up your profile, softening your features and turning your eyes into dark pools that caught the faint light.

"yeah," he said, his voice quiet. "all the time."

you laughed. "i was always going through some shit back then. and you were always bringing me out here whenever i needed it."

"things were hard back then," he replied, watching you closely. "but they're better now, aren't they?"

you went quiet for a beat, staring out at the water as your smile slowly faded into something softer, a look on your face he couldn't quite read.

"yeah," you whispered. "but it's because of you. you always took care of me."

"i'll always take care of you," he said firmly, not missing a beat.

you looked away for a second, your fingers tangling together in your lap as you took a slow breath. "jaafar—"

before you could finish, a heavy crack of summer thunder rattled the car, followed by the pounding of rain against the windshield.

jaafar rolled the windows back up, the sound of the rain muffling behind it. he turned the ac on high and watched the fog on the windshield spread.

he was about to ask you what you were saying but your phone chimed.

his eyes flickered down to your phone, a sudden urge to ask if it was him.

but it wasn’t any of his business. so he lay his head back on the headrest, fiddling with the material of his sweatpants as you checked your phone. 

turns out, he didn’t need to ask.

“what an asshole,” you muttered. “no way he expects a second date after that.”

jaafar let out an exhale. “he texted you?”

“yeah,” you sighed, holding the screen toward him. “he’s asking if i'm down for ‘round two.’ can you believe this guy?”

jaafar didn’t touch the phone, his eyes sweeping over the notification, shaking his head.

your phone chimed again.

you both look down at your phone screen at the same time.

maybe you can come over to my place this time

wyd now? are you in bed already?

jaafar clenched his jaw, prying his eyes away from your phone. 

“he’s asking if im in bed?” you mused. “how much do you wanna bet he’s gonna ask for nudes after all that.”

you were laughing, and he had his jaw clenched. 

“don’t text him back.” it came out a bit rougher than he would’ve liked.

“you’re giving me orders now?” you snorted. “what are you, my dad?”

jaafar sighed, his eyes closing. “sorry.”

he knew he was being too intense, but he didn’t know what had gotten into him tonight. 

“is something bothering you, j?”

he inhales deeply. “i don’t know.” he said. “‘s just…”

he rolled his head on the headrest to meet your eyes. you looked at him, expectantly — almost needy and he felt his throat tighten. he would give you anything in the world, give you whatever you need. care for you, protect you, and keep you—

but you were not his.

so jaafar chose his next words carefully.

“if you’re not getting what you deserve,” he said. “then drop him.”

he didn’t want to sound too harsh. “it’s up to you, but i just don’t like seeing you hurt. that’s all.”

your eyes softened. “i’m not texting him back.” you said. “wasn’t going to. he’s an asshole.”

he couldn’t help but feel relieved. 

you watched as his fingers moved over his sweatpants. he had a habit of doing that. 

he was gentle in everything he did — always had been, at least with you. he’d only ever treated you gently. but tonight felt different. he felt different.

you don’t know why you couldn’t stop looking at them. you couldn’t stop the feeling building in the pit of your stomach that intensified when you imagined him touching you with the same purpose.

you knew he’d be so good at it. jaafar was eager to please, eager to give — he always knew what to do.

he looked out through the rain-streaked windshield, a sliver of his tongue slipping out to trace his bottom lip before he bit down on it.

you imagined it on you, him running his tongue up your body.

the bite of his words from earlier still echoed in your head — don't text him back. drop him — he’d always been protective of you — that wasn't anything new. but tonight, it felt different. 

“what is it?” he asked, meeting your eyes.

you were leaning closer now, resting your arm over the center console, oblivious to the way the thin strap of your dress slipped slightly down your shoulder.

his eyes flickered down for a second, his gaze wandering over your falling neckline, taking in the soft dip of your cleavage and the faint, lacy outline of your bra. before his thoughts could go any further, he dragged his eyes back up to yours, his throat working as he swallowed. 

“can i admit something to you, jaafar?”

“anything,” he said smoothly.

“when i was younger, i used to think all guys would be a little like you. caring and… selfless.” you paused, huffing out a laugh. “but i found out most of them are the opposite.”

“what do you mean?”

“some guys are just selfish. and some only want you for one thing.”

he was quiet for a second.

“i shouldn’t have let you set the standard,” you murmured, a faint smile on your face. “you gave them way too much to live up to.”

set the standard?

jaafar glanced at you as thunder rolled above, but you were looking out through the windshield again, your face unreadable.

“there have to be some good guys out there,” he murmured softly. “they can’t all be bad.”

that made you laugh.

“oh, it’s all bad.” you turned back to face him, propping your chin on your hand. “i mean, i’ve told you pretty much everything. but i never told you what a mess these guys are in bed, did i? they take selfish to a whole new level.”

in bed? 

jaafar felt his mouth go dry, another image surfacing in his head, but one that put a pit in his stomach — someone else’s hands on you.

his jaw clenched so hard his back teeth ached. “oh. really?”

god, he wasn’t any better than them. here he was, secretly fantasizing about you while you sat right beside him, trusting him with your heart.

“really,” you studied him with a curious look on your face. "you wanna know all the dirty details?”

he was torn — stuck between not wanting to picture another soul touching you and needing to know every single thing that fell short. he needed to know where they failed, everything that wasn't enough, just so he could fix it for you. so he could make it up to you.

but above all else, he pushed those feelings down. when he told you that you could tell him anything, he meant it.

“we can talk it out.” he finally said.

“okay.”

and just like that, you were slouching forward over the console, leaning into his space just like old times — back when you’d bring him all the hot gossip from your friends. you trusted him implicitly, confiding in him the way you always had.

“jaafar…”

you pursed your lips, a subtle, conspiratorial smile playing on your mouth. for a second, the closeness of you was dizzying.

“... none of the guys i’ve been with have ever made me cum.” 

fuck.

“not one.”

there was a pressure in his chest, and he didn’t know what it was from. he didn’t even know what was suffocating him more — the sickening thought of another guy trying, the fact that every single one of them had failed and left you unsatisfied, or the realization that he knew he could do better. he’d been dying to see what you looked like when you were undone, dying to be the one to give it to you.

“really?” he breathed out, his voice barely a murmur.

“really,” you said, a faint smile touching your lips. “i always have to take care of myself.”

he had to swallow hard to keep from sputtering out. god.

“maybe it’s because… you don’t really know them?” he muttered, looking away toward the window. a dry, awkward laugh escaped him. he didn’t even know what the fuck he was saying anymore. “like… you just met them?”

“what are you saying, j?” you asked, your tone dipping a bit critical. “i should go for someone i know instead?”

his heart dropped. he didn’t mean it like that. now he’d made it sound like he was putting his own name in the running, and he’d never do that.

“‘m not saying that.” his words were careful. “just… you deserve someone who treats you better well. better than that.”

but this time, you pushed.

“better? what does that look like to you?” 

jaafar let out a frustrated laugh, shaking his head. “what does it matter what it looks like to me?”

“because,” you scoffed. “i trust your judgement on guys. why are you being so shy with your opinion all of a sudden? you’ve never done that before.”

he was taken aback by the tone of your words. he didn’t get why you were digging so hard, why you wanted to know so badly. 

what was better anyway? there was better, there was good enough, and then there was what you actually deserved — and in his mind, none of those were the same thing.

“at the bare minimum,” jaafar finally said. “someone who’d appreciate you. someone who appreciates your time, and doesn't pull bullshit like your date did tonight.”

“and what if i haven’t found that?” you murmured. “what if i can’t?”

“you will,” he said softly. “there are a lot of guys who’d jump at the chance to treat you right. because you’re—” 

he cut himself off.

you were watching him so intently, clinging on to every word.

“because i’m what?”

there were so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t.

he laughed humourlessly. “because you’re you,” —because you’re everything a person could want— “and you deserve someone who…”

he trailed off, trying to place the look on your face.

“go ahead,” you pushed. “you’re the expert right? you get to size up every guy who even looks at me. no one’s ever been good enough for you. aren’t you dying for the chance to tell me exactly who i need?”

he laughed, frustration rolling over him. what even was this? a conversation? an argument? a challenge?

“try me.”

his eyes scanned over your face. “you need a guy who’s good for you.” the words were in his voice, but they felt completely unfamiliar. “he should treat you right. be there when you need him. he should be attentive, show up for you, appreciate you. tell you how pretty you are. he should be taking care of you... meeting all your needs with no questions—or excuses—do you know how tired i am of hearing excuses? you need someone who’ll give you everything, because you deserve—”

"so someone like you?" you were staring at him, head titled. and he knew he fucked it all up. that was way too much; he was going to push you away.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured, running a hand over his mouth. “really, i don’t know what i’m...”

your expression melted. the rain beat on the roof of the car as you shook your head slowly.

“what are you apologizing for? caring?”

“i’m being overbearing,” he said, voice low.

you sighed softly, your eyes flickering all over his face. you leaned in closer.

"what if i did want someone like you?"

he froze in place, his breathing quickening.

“...you said i need someone who's good for me, right?” you said quietly. “someone who treats me right. someone who shows up for me, no excuses.”

you don't even remember how the distance between you guys shrunk, but he was so close now — too close to be respectful. his eyes were low and pretty.

his face was just a few inches from yours. your chest was leaning right over the center console, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off you.

your voice was so quiet, your nose brushing over his.

“‘m sorry i didn’t see it before, jaafar. i was looking for that person for so long. in so many places, and you were right in front of me the whole time.”

his head was spinning, skin tingling. was he dreaming?

“did i misread things?” you breathed, your lips almost touching. “do you not feel the same way?”

“please tell me you’re serious.” he sounded borderline desperate. but he didn’t care.

“i’m dead serious,” you whispered.

“i want you,” he started. “so much. in all the ways i shouldn’t, and it’s killing me.”

“you can have me in every way you want.”

he said your name, and it came out helpless.

instead of saying anything else, he pulled you forward, closing the gap. 

he finally tasted you, felt you, his skin buzzing at every point where it was touching you. he parted your lips with his, and you opened for him like a flower.

you let him in, let him have you.

you let him devour you and taste all his feelings reciprocated on your tongue.

you let out a little gasp into his mouth, and it made him dizzy.

“i want you. so bad.” your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. your voice was in his ears like a song, every one of your desires a new note as you reached over the console to his thigh. 

he wasn’t expecting you to touch him. he was so hard already. he’d been hard for you—got hard for you so fast.

he was so sensitive to every movement of your hands on him.

“i need you” you breathed.

he pulled back, breathing hard. “are you sure? right here?”

“yes, ’m sure. i need you right now.”

he’d give you everything you need.

you deserve endless things. so many things that for a second he didn’t know where to start. but then you were moaning softly in his mouth, so responsive to his touch.

and all he could think about was that sweet little secret you told him:

none of the guys i’ve been with have ever made me cum.

and so he ran his fingers up your thigh, long fingers snaking up your skin while his other elbow rested heavy on the console. you’d never seen him so needy — his hands seemed to grasp everywhere at once, his mouth hungry on yours as your tongues moved together. he gave your thigh a soft squeeze, a light touch, his hand lingering just long enough to claim one spot before drifting to the next.

his fingers moved higher and higher until he was playing with the lower hem of your dress.

you knotted your fingers into his hair — it was soft to the touch. your skin grew more sensitive with every moment, his hand stalling on your upper thigh as his thumb rubbed near its apex. he broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down your jaw and down your neck.

oh—

your gasp devolved into a shudder as he licked up your throat, his tongue hot on your skin at the exact same time his hand slipped slowly under your dress.

it left goosebumps all over your neck and thighs, your back arching off the leather seat as your legs spread slightly.

"jaafar—" you gasped.

"yeah, baby?" he slurred against your pulse.

"want to be closer," you breathed, hips twitching instinctively against his touch. "'need you."

"c'mere."

his large hand spanned around your waist, using his strength to pull you straight toward him over the center console.

you straddled his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders for balance as his fingers gripped your hips tight. you were so close now — you could feel him pressing firm through the fabric of his sweatpants. the warmth of his lap under your bare thighs sent butterflies wild in your stomach.

he was big. with his height, you probably should’ve guessed.

jaafar’s eyes roamed over you, greedy and heavy-lidded as he took in the sight of you.

"look at you," he said softly.

the look on his face was pure awe and reverence, and it made you bashful under his gaze.

"you can look," you laughed shakily, heat rushing to your cheeks as you tried to cover your face. "but not for long."

"why not?" he murmured, a faint, lopsided smile touching his lips as he gently caught your wrists, pulling your hands away so he could see you again.

"’cause... it's embarrassing," you whispered, biting your lip.

“i’d look at you all day if you let me. never seen anything better.”

"stop." you tried to look away, but his hand came up, warm fingers gently cupping your jaw, bringing your face back to his.

"you're too sweet to me," you murmured softly.

"you deserve it," he smiled softly, his eyes brimming with so much sincerity it almost made your chest ache. "i hope you know you deserve the world."

"you mean it?" your breath caught when his large hand squeezed your hip softly over the thin fabric of your dress.

"i do," he said. his fingers idled at the middle of your back, slowly tracing up your spine until they wrapped around the nape of your neck, his touch sending a shiver straight down your length. he pulled your face gently down to his, your lips almost touching, his hot breath fanning across your mouth. "y'know what else you deserve?"

"what?" you breathed, your pulse racing in your ears.

"let me show you."

he kissed you deeper, instantly turning hungry. you cradled his face, feeling him squeeze your waist with both hands. he pulled you down against him, once, just so your weight pressed right down on the hard shape of his dick. it made him shudder.

you resisted the urge to grind over him, but you were so wet already, making a mess over the front of his sweatpants.

"you deserve someone who knows just how to touch you, baby," he murmured against your mouth, his lips brushing yours with every word.

"and how's that?" you asked, your heart hammering against your ribs.

"slowly."

his hands ran lazily down your hips, the heat of his palms bleeding through your dress. long, smooth fingers lazed over the skin of your thighs, unhurried and attentive.

"gentle, at first..." his voice was so low and quiet.

you were focused on his hands as they grazed further up your thighs, slipping easily under the hem of your dress to lift the fabric. you grasped at the front of his shirt, gasping at the size of his hands as they gripped your bare skin, his thumb resting at the front of your hip while his palm spanned around to rest just above your ass.

"'til you're ready for more."

he was so hard under your thigh, the thick length of him pulsing with heat — so much pre-cum at the tip that it was already starting to seep through his pants.

"want more," you begged.

"i know, baby," he whispered, trailing a kiss from the corner of your mouth down to the sensitive skin under your jaw. "you know 'm gonna give it to you."

his gaze dropped, eyes fixed on your chest as he lifted your dress up and off. "you deserve someone who'll give you everything you want."

your legs spread around him, straddling his lap in just your bra and panties — a little lacy set you’d put on for someone else. but you wouldn't have anyone else take it off you now.

you didn't have to ask if he liked it; you felt the response in his dick, twitching underneath you. his tongue darted out to wet his lips. "you're so perfect."

your breath caught when his hands cupped your tits lightly. you squirmed on his lap.

"that feel good?" he whispered.

all you could do was nod.

"good," he murmured, brushing his thumb over your nipples through the lace of your bra. "you deserve someone who can make you feel good."

it was better than good. his touch on your skin, his big hands gripping your tits, long fingers tweaking your nipples through the lace.

he had you pleading his name, so needy for him that you couldn't help but lean forward and pull him into a sloppy kiss.

but that wasn't enough either.

even with your tongues tangled together and his dick straining harder up against you, you were dying for more, desperate to be closer.

you ground down on his lap, pressing your weight into the bulge in his pants. he was so hard under your pussy, so big it made you whimper.

"i know," he said between kisses. "i know."

jaafar pressed his fingers lightly into your skin and gripped your hips, helping guide you back and forth over his cock so you could get the friction you needed. slow and easy, he rocked you on his lap until your panties were soaked through.

"i know how bad you want it... an' you deserve it..." he said softly.

his mouth left yours, adjusting as he sank back into the leather to elevate you on his lap. he brought you up as he trailed kisses down your jaw and down your throat. you were higher up, and he was lower down, kissing over your collarbones before pausing.

"you deserve someone who’ll give it to you... at the right time, baby..." he murmured into your skin, his voice low and muffled as he reached the level of your chest, scattering kisses just above the lace of your bra 

he licked and sucked your skin, making it tingle. you carded your fingers through his soft hair, chills shooting down your spine. his fingers slid up your thighs slowly.

"...and for exactly how long..."

his fingers moved inward, languid as they reached the apex of your inner thighs and brushed over the hem of your panties.

"...because it would be so mean to make you wait too long, wouldn’t it?"

he wrapped one arm around your waist to steady you, resting his hand on your side — his fingers splaying wide over your skin, greedy — while he touched you with the other.

your mind lifted, as if floating into a fog, intoxicated by his touch. they made your eyes heavy, clouding your head so you heard his sweet words as if in a daze.

"you deserve someone who..." his voice dropped, his touch a little heavier as he ran his hand slowly over the lace of your panties.

"...knows how to tease, how to make you wait..."

his fingers brushed over your clit, and you gasped, shuddering.

"...but not for too long..." you heard the strain in his voice as he rubbed over the soaked fabric under your entrance. you felt his dick growing under your ass, getting harder.

"...just long enough to get this little pussy nice and wet, baby."

while he rubbed circles over your clit, the hand on your side moved down until you felt his big grip on your ass. moaning softly, you watched through foggy eyes as he craned his neck to kiss your tits through the lace of your bra — light kisses through the fabric, just one tease after another. but as soon as you started to whine, he gave you his tongue, running it over the fabric, swirling it over your hardening nipples, and flicking it. even through the barrier, it made you shudder as much as the wetness and heat of his mouth.

the heat intensified when he started to suck on your tits through the lace; it got hotter when he grazed his teeth over your nipples, hottest when he bit down gently. he was careful with his teeth, but you were so sensitive that each bite made you squirm. coupled with the desire growing inside you, you were dying to be skin to skin, hating the barrier between you.

"so wet for me," he slurred between soft sucks and bites to your tits. "so good for me, such a good girl. you know what a good girl like you deserves?"

"tell me," you breathed.

"someone who knows how to get you ready."

he pressed his fingers to your swollen clit and gave you enough pressure to build that heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach. it sent another rush of arousal between your thighs, making everything puffier and wetter.

you were more than ready; you were desperate.

"you need someone who preps you right—" his fingers skimmed right to the hem of your panties.

"—'cause then..." he slipped his fingers under the hem of your panties, letting them linger there for a second as he looked up at you. his mouth was swollen from sucking at your chest, his cheeks flushed as he licked his lips.

your heart hammered in your chest.

"... when they really touch you..." he hooked his fingers over the damp fabric covering your pussy and pulled your panties to the side.

"...it’s gonna feel so much better for you, baby." his fingers brushed over your slit — finally a real touch.

you shuddered. he was right. it did feel better.

you should’ve known he’d do it better. jaafar had always shown you how things should be done. after all these years, after everything, you should’ve known he’d be the only one to do it right.

he’d prepped you so much, worked your body just right; he had you dripping wet, and he’d barely even touched you. you’d never been this wet. you were worked up, so sensitive that just the feeling of his fingertips brushing over your pussy made you drip.

"jaafar, please—" you couldn’t remember a time you’d ever needed it enough to beg.

he licked his fingers, cleaning your wetness off them, just to get them wetter with a glob of spit. softly, he brought his hand back between your thighs.

"c’mon, baby. you don’t have to beg me for a thing. jus’ tell me what you want, and i’ll give it to you."

"keep going," you gasped.

"what you need..." he hummed, his voice soft. his eyes, half-obscured by heavy eyelids and dark lashes, settled on your face, watching intently as he used his fingers to smear his spit over your pussy. "what you need is someone who knows when you’re ready to take it."

and you were. as soon as he applied a little pressure to his fingers, working at the tight muscles of your entrance, your pussy opened for him, stretching around him for the very first time.

"someone who knows when you’re dying for it..." his voice was hazy and low. your head went foggy, dropping forward as he pushed into you. your noses brushed together, and he pushed deeper, the air muffled with your pleasured gasps. "...so they can give you exactly the relief you need."

"and when they finally sink into your pretty pussy..."

with his mouth against your jaw, he sank one finger all the way into you, slow and easy. then it was all the way inside, and you shuddered, clenching around him.

"...you’re already gonna be so worked up..."

you trembled, pulling at his hair as he pumped his finger slowly in and out of you, aching to be full of him, to take him deeper.

"...and you’ll be so wet already, so needy..."

you whimpered his name as he pulled it out, craving the stretch of him like nothing else.

"...that when they give you more..."

he slipped another finger in, stretching you out around two. he gave them to you all the way, letting you take them to the knuckle, letting you feel the warm skin of his hand pressed up against your entrance for a second before he fucked them into you. he curled them forward so your soft moans and all the sticky, wet sounds joined the rain beating outside.

"...you’ll already be so close. won’t you, baby?"

he was right. you were so close, gasping “yes, yes,” dripping down his knuckles while that knot in your lower stomach tightened. 

"but the most important thing," he slurred, your thick arousal dripping down his fingers, each movement filling the car with wet noises, "is that they’re willing to learn what spots make you feel best. right here, sweetheart?"

his fingers pressed deeper, curling into a spot that felt good.

you gasped, "y-yeah—"

then he adjusted, saying, "or there?"

he angled his hand, pressing into a spot that felt even better. it felt so good that it drew out a burst of wetness, making your pussy clamp down on him suddenly, and his cock pulsed underneath you in response. he moved his fingers again, curled them a little harder, and fucked more wetness out of you.

"right there makes you squirt? that feel good, baby?" he groaned.

he stuck to that spot, fucking another short burst out of you that made your thighs shake. he coaxed you the whole time, cooing as you told him how close you were to cumming for him, how good he gave it to you.

“yeah? you want more?" he asked sweetly — but he was already giving it to you, working over that little sweet spot deep in your pussy, again and again, watching you try not to fall apart. you were so close, and he pressed his thumb to your aching clit, rubbing it as he fingerfucked you.

"do you get it yet?"

you couldn’t manage an answer, just a few jumbled words cut off by heightening moans.

"you need somebody who knows how to make this pussy cum."

your thighs trembled around his, your toes curling — you grabbed at his hair, pulled him into a kiss, and into your mouth 

"you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?" he asked lazily.

"yeah, yes, yes," you gasped.

"i know you need to cum badly, i can feel it. let it go, baby."

one simple instruction. just like that, you spilled over, doing exactly as he said. this was how he rewarded you — encouraging you as the tension snapped, letting you cum for the first time on fingers that weren’t your own. they were longer, better, drenched and fucking you through your orgasm as pleasure rolled through you in waves.

you slumped forward with the last wave, catching your breath against his chest, feeling its slow and steady rise and fall. in the hollow of his chest, you heard the low hum of his voice, reassurances murmured to ease you down as you closed your eyes. you felt his arms wrapped tight around you, his large hands on your skin — squeezing your neck gently, rubbing your back, keeping you safe. 

“was that okay?” he asked softly.

"that was perfect." you shifted on his lap, grinding your hips forward right into the hard length of his dick.

jaafar let out a low groan, his head rolling back against the leather headrest. "fuck..." he murmured your name, his voice desperate.

you knew how badly he wanted it. it was obvious, especially when you dropped your eyes down to his crotch, watching the outline of his dick tenting the fabric of his sweatpants.

but when he brought his head back down to look at you, there was a hesitance in his eyes, bordering on guilt.

“i don’t have a condom on me,” he said softly, his thumbs stroking your hips carefully. “i’m sorry, baby, i didn’t expect—”

you shook your head before he could finish. “’s okay. i would’ve told you not to wear one anyway.”

he murmured your name again, his brow furrowing like he was trying to talk you out of it, trying to be the responsible one. but you already knew he was going to fuck you. he’d do anything for you, give you whatever you asked for.

“when you put it in,” you whispered, holding his gaze, “i want to feel all of you.”

jaafar cursed under his breath.

“are you sure?” he asked, searching your face, but you could already feel his dick twitching and swelling beneath you at the thought of taking you raw. his body was giving him away.

“i’m sure.” you said as you tugged his shirt up. 

jaafar reached up to help you, lifting his arms so you could pull the fabric over his head and toss it onto the back seat.

as your eyes adjusted to him, your breath caught in your throat. he’d been working out consistently for his role — putting in endless hours to get into shape and build stamina — and it was showing in every line of his body. his shoulders were broad, his torso cut and defined, with lean, smooth muscle stretching tight over his ribs and chest.

you reached out, pressing your hands to the center of his stomach and slowly rubbing up his torso, feeling the heat of his skin.

you traced up over his chest, feeling his heart pounding against your palms, before letting your fingers drag back down.

"you got so strong," you murmured, staring at him in awe.

jaafar stayed still under your touch, eyes heavy and fixed on your face as you admired him.

"you know," you added with a soft laugh, "there was probably a point in our lives where i could've taken you in a fight."

a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "you really think you could take me?"

it didn't sound like he was talking about a fight anymore.

the heat of his quiet voice on your skin, combined with the slight jerk of his dick in his pants — still so hard, pressed tight between his body and yours — sent a wrenching heat straight through your stomach.

"could i take you...?" you breathed.

you reached down between your bodies, grazing your fingers over the bulge against his thigh, tracing all the way down the long, thick length of it through his sweatpants.

probably not.

"i don't know, j." a firm squeeze to his dick through the fabric had his breath catching hard in his throat, his jaw clenching as a needy look filled his eyes. "but i'm dying to find out."

you felt his dick respond as he leveled himself in front of you.

"are you sure?" he rasped.

“never been more sure. i want this so bad, you don’t even know.”

“okay, sweetface,” he said softly, before placing a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

you pouted, crinkling your nose up at the nickname. “don’t call me that.”

“why not?” he teased, his face breaking into a lazy smile as he moved his body slowly over yours, rubbing his hard dick right against you. “you don’t like it when i call you names?”

“n-not like that,” you laughed shakily, spreading your thighs wider so he could get closer. “not that.”

with the same teasing tone, his thrusts getting a little harder, his dick more persistent against you, he murmured, “what kind of names do you like, then?”

he dropped his head down, breath fanning over your throat with each word, his hair tickling your skin. “baby?”

“y-yeah...”

“yeah?” he slurred, trailing kisses up the column of your neck, over your hammering pulse. he paused right under your ear, his lips lingering on your hot skin. “you like angel?”

your stomach went instantly into knots. “yes, j.”

he placed a soft kiss right below your ear.

“princess?”

“yeah, yes.”

he nipped your earlobe, thrusting his hips again, pressing the thick length of him hard against your body.

“and what about good girl?” he asked softly against your ear.

you gasped and pulled on his hair, overwhelmed by it all — the feeling of his weight on you, the way he was grinding his cock against you, his low, breathy voice, and those words dripping from his lips.

“that’s what you like,” he said, and it wasn't a question. “you wanna be a good girl for me, i know you do.”

he trailed light kisses over your skin — up from your jaw, to your cheek, to your lips.

then he looked down at you, his eyes low when he said, “that’s why you keep cumming so easily for me, isn’t it?”

you bit your lip, unable to find your voice, but still gave him one small nod.

“now if you want to be even better for me, baby,” he whispered, his hands gripping your hips tight as he lined himself up, “you’re gonna cum all over my dick.”

you could barely get an affirmation out before you couldn’t take the waiting anymore. you knotted your hands up in his hair and pulled him into a sloppy, desperate kiss.

this time you could feel the firmness of his body on yours, the heat of his skin, his burning hot fingers on your bra clasp. a quick movement that made your bra pop free.

you pulled it off as soon as it was undone, dropping it off the seat while his tongue was still in your mouth.

you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him flush against you. a groan slipped out of his mouth, caught up in yours as his weight pressed you down into the leather  —  his chest on your tits, his dick hard against your pussy, separated from you by just the soaked fabric of his sweatpants and your thong.

“fuck, baby,” he sighed, rocking his hips, dragging his clothed bulge back and forth over your clit so slowly while you murmured his name, telling him how good he made you feel, how wet he got you. you let him tease you until you couldn’t take it anymore, whining for more.

“tell me what you want,” he coaxed sweetly between thrusts. “want me to stretch this pretty pussy out?”

"fuck me… i wanna feel you so deep in me—" it all spilled out of your mouth in a stupor.

“y’know i’m gonna give you anything you want, don’t you?”

“you’re gonna take care of me?” you shuddered.

his reply was a low murmur against your neck. “don’t i always?”

his big hands travelled over your skin, his long fingers hooking over the sides of your panties, easing them slowly downward. he slipped them off you and looked down cloudily, his eyes grazing over every inch of bare skin.

“you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this,” he said softly.

you breathed his name, tracing your hands down his abdomen, over the light sheen of sweat on his skin. you reached down to palm the hard outline of his dick through his pants, hearing him breathe shakily as you pulled his zipper down.

you pulled his sweatpants and boxers down together, and he let you. he watched, inhaling through bared teeth, as you pulled his dick out and wrapped your fingers around it.

“you’re so big,” you murmured, met with a soft groan.

he was so hot, so hard, throbbing in your hand. he was already slick with precum, the slit of his dick oozing, smearing more onto your palm. but you were a bigger mess — your pussy dripping onto the seat beneath you as you spread your thighs wider around his hips, dying to take him.

“baby, baby,” he moaned softly, shuddering as you tightened your grip on his dick. gliding your palm back and forth, dragging his precum all the way down to the base and back up, you could feel the blood pulsing in his veins, getting him even stiffer.

eyelashes fluttering against his feverish face, his eyes tracked your hand as you stroked him. “look what you’re doing to me. feel how bad i want you?”

“are you gonna give it to me, jaafar?” you whined.

“so eager,” he hummed, fixing his eyes between your thighs as he lowered his body over yours. “i wanna take my time with you.”

he shifted beneath you, reaching past your hips to release the lever on the side of the seat. with a click, he leaned the seat back, moving you so that you were on the seat. he was hovering over you now, his heavy frame pressed between your thighs as he lowered his body over yours.

you hung onto his biceps, digging your nails into his skin as he wrapped a hand around his dick, supporting the heavy weight of it in his palm as he positioned himself above you. with the tip over your pussy, he gave the shaft one slow stroke up from the base and watched his precum dribble onto your clit.

“i need you inside,” you gasped.

“can you even take the whole thing?” he asked so sweetly.

you didn’t know if you could, not with the size of him, but you wanted it so bad that you nodded anyway.

you saw him smile a little in the low light before he craned his neck down. “we’ll see.”

he pressed his dick to your pussy and slid all that wetness — his precum, your arousal — over it. he stimulated you over and over, until his breaths were coming fast and heavy, and you were whimpering about how good it felt.

“jaafar, please,” you begged. “i want more.”

“you’re so sweet for me; ‘course i’m gonna give you as much as you can take.” he tapped the head of his dick against your clit. not hard, but enough of a pleasurable jolt that you bucked your hips up, chasing the touch. “but first i want you to see how deep i can get.”

he laid the hot length of his dick on your pussy, letting the wetness on his shaft meet your skin. you were soaked with slick, glistening all over your thighs

 jaafar got it messier, sliding his dick over your cunt — back, then forward — stimulating your clit with the head each time he moved through your folds.

he stopped with his dick laid out on your stomach, heavy and throbbing.

“you’re gonna feel me in your stomach, baby.” he slurred.

“i want it,” you shuddered, pulling him into another kiss as he rubbed himself over you.

“i know you do, i know.”

he pulled back then, dropping his body down a little to position the tip of his dick against your fluttering entrance. you craved the stretch, gasping at the tail end of a kiss.

he lingered there — breath shaky and catching in his throat.

“okay, baby, okay,” he whispered as he pushed inside, just barely stretching your entrance around the tip.

you both moaned at the same time.

a little further in, the heat of him filled you, his dick stretching your walls open.

“oh, you’re so wet,” he groaned.

he was shuddering, and you were gasping, “you feel so good.”

he was so hard for you, so snug against your walls that you could feel his dick pulse as he pushed in deeper, his lazy voice dripping with euphoria, “so good for me, baby... feel good when i fuck you raw? are you getting what you wanted?”

“yes, yes... more.”

“so tight,” he murmured, and you clamped down around him, hearing him suck in a breath through his teeth. “y’have be careful squeezing me like that… might cum inside you. you know i shouldn’t do that.”

“but i want it.”

“yeah? you want me to fill you up. make me yours?” his breath caught as he pushed the throbbing length of his dick further in, filling you up deeper and deeper with what you’d been wanting so desperately. “you want me to fill you up, baby? wanna be my girl?” 

“yes, j,” you gasped, fingers knotting tight in his soft hair, pulling his mouth inches from yours. “i wanna be yours.”

each word was breathy, said with so much pleasure that it made your insides expand to accommodate more of him. one glance between your spread thighs — where he was lowering his lean weight as he sank his dick into your puffy, wet pussy — was enough to make your toes curl on the leather seats. watching him sink deeper was too much; you were unable to hold your soft moans in.

“you like watching me stretch it out, don’t you?”

you nodded with your lip caught between your teeth, unable to manage an answer, just a whine.

“jaafar,” you gasped, fingers knotting in his soft hair as you looked up into his dark eyes. “i want all of you.”

jaafar’s gaze softened, a heavy, tender warmth breaking through the haze of pleasure on his face. he leaned down, hovering just an inch over your lips, his hot breath fanning across your mouth as his hips kept a slow, agonizing grind against yours.

“you have me, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick and rough with emotion. “all of me. i’m all yours.”

“yeah?” you breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“yeah,” he murmured, placing a lingering, desperate kiss on the corner of your mouth before sinking his dick just a fraction deeper. “always been yours.”

you forced your eyes open, watching him sink in a little more. he stopped short, not pushing all the way in yet; you were already so full, and the bottom of his thick shaft was still visible. he fucked you like this — giving you as much as you could take, making sure you adjusted to him.

“feels so good in you, baby.”

you were so tight, so sensitive that you could feel him throbbing in you. when he pulled his dick almost all the way out, you could see it twitch before he stroked your wetness down the shaft, telling you to look how wet you were getting him. he was all lubed up from your pussy, practically dripping, and when he pushed back inside to fuck you, he was even harder.

you could barely keep your eyes open to watch, your eyelashes fluttering as you whined for his dick. “so fucking good... i’m so close—”

“you wanna cum again?” he asked, fucking you a little faster, a little deeper. “keep your eyes open, be good and watch yourself make a mess on my dick.”

your body treated his words like a command. that craving for his control physical; your body so desperate for his guidance that as soon as he gave it, the knot in your stomach released with a rush of pleasure.

your mouth dropped open; you were cumming, digging your fingernails into his biceps and whimpering, trying to keep your heavy eyelids open so you could watch him fuck you, seeing your pussy drenching his shaft.

“that’s right, baby, there you go... see how good this pussy is for me, how wet it gets for me?” his strokes started to slow as your orgasm died down, but he was still fucking you through every contraction; filthy words on his tongue said so sweetly, “see how fast it cums for me? how many orgasms are you gonna let me fuck out of you, princess?”

“more,” you gasped. “more—”

“you’re gonna let me fuck more out of you, huh? you’re gonna let me give you everything you need?”

“yes, jaafar, yes.”

your pussy was so sensitive from cumming that the stimulation felt insane. you’d barely come down from your last orgasm, and somehow you were building up again. even though he was slowing down, you couldn’t stop that cresting feeling.

“cumming so much for me... i know you needed this so bad, baby.”

“i need it so much, j,” you whined. “i need you to keep going, please... i need you to fuck me harder. i think... i think i’m gonna—”

“already?” he groaned, fucking you harder, faster, slurring, “oh, fuck, i can feel it... gimme another, lemme feel you cum again.”

it was so good, each stroke getting you closer, but you were craving more, something deeper. “gimme the whole thing, jaafar, please.”

he swore under his breath, shaking his head, so much pleasure on his face. “i don't wanna overwhelm you.”

“please, j.”

“god,” he shuddered, slipping in a little deeper.

you watched him sink his dick in, your wetness coating the shaft further down. as he pushed all the way in, the head of his dick kissed right against your cervix — a deep, intense stretch that made you gasp, your toes curling around his waist.

he groaned, raw satisfaction making his voice hoarse, and pulled back slightly, breathing hard. “you okay, baby?”

“yes, yes, yes— it feels so good.”

“tell me if it’s too much,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation as he pushed inside, going deep. “tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

you nodded, so much tension stored up in your quivering walls as he coaxed them open. you whined for more, wanting him deeper.

“you want me to give you the whole thing? yeah? you wanna take my dick deep?” he put a big hand on your stomach, pressing down on it as he pushed forward, coaxing, “oh, fuck, baby, you’re taking so much... doing so well for me... that’s a good girl, take it all the way.”

you took it all the way — right up against that sweet pressure, taking every single inch of him. you locked your legs around his waist, telling him with tears beading in your lashes, “you’re so big, ‘’m so close.”

he was getting so much gratification at the end of each stroke. he felt it in his catching breath, in his long fingers as they pressed into your lower stomach, feeling himself fucking you, feeling himself buried deep inside.

he pulled back for another stroke, thrusting back in, and you watched his face change as he got all the way in — his eyes flitting down to your pussy, his mouth dropping open slightly when he saw you taking him balls deep. eyebrows knit, he watched himself move in and out, his entire length coated in you.

“takin’ it so deep,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “no one’s ever...” he was overwhelmed, unable to finish his sentence, gritting his teeth as he pushed back in.

you were begging for it harder, getting fucked with his big hand on your stomach and that full feeling making your walls clench around his dick with every thrust. 

his mouth met your skin, kissing your jaw and cheek as he fucked you, his mouth kissing at your neck before he murmured, “feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“yeah— f-feels so good.”

“you want me to mark you up, baby? you want me to fuck you so deep, you feel it in the morning?”

you whined for it. “yes, yes, yes.”

it was building; all of it was getting sloppier, more needy — his thrusts, his words slurred against your throat, his breaths catching as you tangled your fingers into his hair and tightened your legs around his waist. his voice was so breathy with pleasure, so desperate for release, making your pussy clench up around him each time he murmured to you.

“i’ve been so close for so long, baby... you don’t even know how close i was earlier when i felt you cumming on me. almost had to pull out, i wanted to fill you up so bad.”

“i want you to fill me up,” you gasped.

“i can’t do that, baby,” he panted against your throat, fucking you hard enough to make the car rock with each thrust. desperation was in each breath; it was building up, and you were right on the edge too, your walls slick and quivering around his dick. “god, i need to... but you know i shouldn’t.”

“please, please...” there was a tremor in your voice, another wave threatening to wash over. “you said you’d give me anything i wanted.”

“fuck,” he murmured. “how am i supposed to say no to you?”

there was tension in the hot air, the windows fogged up with the warmth of your rocking bodies and desperate breaths. you were both so close, so sloppy  — spit on your lips, sweat on your skin, your moans heightening with each stroke.

“you really want my cum?” he asked, his voice raw.

“i need it,” you whined.

then he was groaning softly, your moans getting louder as he panted, “cum on me, baby... cum on me and i’ll fill this pretty pussy up, i’ll get you nice and full just like you want.”

that was all it took — just the promise of being full of his load, and you crashed over, gasping, “i’m— oh fuck—” the curve of his dick hit just right, splitting your convulsing walls open as he hit that sensitive spot deep inside.

“good girl, my good fucking girl,” he slurred as your walls gushed all over his dick, digging his fingers into your ass. “you deserve so much cum, baby—”

his lashes fluttered, his face dropping forward, and then he was half-panting, half-moaning against your jaw, his thrusts sloppy, his hips catching as his dick twitched inside you. you could feel every inch of him, every throb as your sensitive walls pulsed around him.

the warmth came in spurts, a growing fullness as he shot his warm load deep into you. it was pulled further inside with each contraction of your walls, but there was so much of it that as his strokes went lazy, it gushed out around his dick and dribbled down your skin.

he stayed deep until you were both done, and when he pulled out — looking down, breathing hard — his dick was glistening, a mess of your cum and his, a little white surge leaking from the tip and dripping onto your stomach.

he swore under his breath, his face hazy.

“look at you,” he murmured, eyes still on your pussy. “you’re so pretty, baby.”

his lips were on yours again. he placed a light kiss on the left corner of your mouth.

you looked over at him in the soft glow of the dashboard — the sharp line of his jaw, the soft curve of his mouth.

“i meant what i said, you know,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “about being yours. it’s not just because of tonight. i’ve cared about you for way too long to ever let this be just a one-time thing.”

"yeah?" you squeezed his hand in yours, your thumb tracing the familiar lines of his knuckles.

"yeah."

you leaned up, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to his lips, feeling him immediately melt into it. when you pulled back, a teasing smile broke across your face as you looked at him.

“you know... i really didn't expect you to be such a dirty talker.”

a sheepish grin broke across his face. his chest rose and fell in a breathy laugh as a flush crept up his neck. "i don't know... you brought it out of me."

for years, you’d convinced yourself that love was supposed to be something you had to chase, something complicated that always left you feeling like you were settling for less than you deserved. you’d let other men touch you without ever really seeing you, leaving you wondering why it never felt the way it was supposed to.

but the truth was undeniable. it had always been him. the boy who knew every version of you, the friend who’d spent years quietly holding your world together, was the only one who could ever really have all of you.

jaafar brought your joined hands up to his lips, placing a tender kiss over your knuckles.

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once again, i got carried away </3

also ik i had more things listed in the cw in the ss i posted the other day but it was getting a bit too long.. don't be mad at me

i'll prob just write them into another fic :p

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Aching (2)

🍫part 1

🍫a/n: This is what the fans wanna see!! I was a bit locked in y’all

🍫pairings: Michael Jackson x black!reader

🍫contains: Explicit content, strong language, cunnilingus, perv!bsf reader, naive!michael, manipulation, coercion, overstim

🍫summary: After your kind bestfriend aided your original ache, you needed a bit more help!

Michael swallowed nervously, eyes stuck on the sight of his hand in your thin shorts. He couldn’t fight the pressure that stirred in his stomach, leaving a desire coiling in his pants.

“Y-you need help right there?” His voice was shaky, doe eyes finally making eye contact with you. Your half-lidded eyes stared him down as if you were prepared to pounce any second. And you were.

The wide-eyed curiosity fueled your need to guide him. Make him yours. It was easy knowing you had him in the palm of your hand, twisting the truth into what you wanted and feeding it to him.

“Please, Mikey, you did so good before. Don't you wanna help again?” You pouted. Your hips shifted, letting his fingers brush against your clit. The feel of your soft folds made him take a sharp inhale.

God, what was wrong with him? His best friend was asking for help—genuine help—and he’s sitting with a hard-on like a pervert. You do so much for him, he could at least focus on the task at hand.

You watched the quiet struggle in his eyes, the way his jaw tightened, and his attention flicking between his hand and your face. You almost felt bad.

Almost.

"How do I help you?" He wondered.

"Take my shorts off." You instructed. His eyebrows clenched for the smallest moment. A familiar feeling stirred in his chest, the feeling he got a few months ago, when you noticed his boner and helped him by sucking him into your mouth.

The familiar feeling of relief swirled with the undertone of guilt. But you’re his bestfriend, you only want what’s best.

He took his hand out just to grasp the waistband of your shorts. His heart sounded like a drum in his ears. He breathed deeply through his nostrils reminding himself he's doing a favor.

Just being helpful. Just being helpful. Just being helpful.

He tugged your shorts down your bare legs, and his mouth gaped seeing your bare center. The discovery that you weren't wearing underwear made him feel dizzy. He laid your shorts on the floor, struggling to take his eyes off of your naked lower half.

"Now repeat what you did...but lower." You smiled, tilting your head. “You still want to help me, right?" He nodded slowly, eyes still locked on you.

"Let me hear you say it."

"I want to help you." He licked his lips, a glossy shine being left over them.

“You’re such a good best friend.”

The way his eyes lit up, you would’ve thought he won a million dollars. He felt ecstatic at the praise, only wanting to find more ways to make you proud.

His gaze fell to your slit, already soaked from his previous ministrations and your first orgasm. "I-I don’t know how to do it." He said. He worried of disappointing you, revoking the praise he just had.

Instead of responding, you simply guided his head down until he was face to face with your pussy. His mouth watered admiring your middle that held a pink opening, a contrast from the soft brown folds outwards.

His body felt hot, swallowing his nerves. He didn’t want to mess this up, he needed to be good at this. Good at this just for you.

“Don’t be shy.” You teased, noticing his hard stare.

He slowly nodded, leaning to give a hesitant lick straight up your slit. His tongue was warm against you, a light pressure being applied to test the waters. You bit your bottom lip, legs parting to give him more room. “Like that?” He asked, seeking your approval.

“Just like that Mikey,” your hand reached down to point at your clit, “make sure to lick here too.”

He nodded, calculating the appearance and location of where you pointed. He dragged his tongue flat against you, flicking at your clit once he felt the firm nub.

His tongue circled around the bundle of nerves and your breath caught in your chest. He flicked it with the firm tip of his tongue before wrapping his lips around it. The moans coming from you sent a heat into his stomach, encouraging him to keep going.

He closed his eyes getting used to the taste of you. Plain. A tinge of sweet. Your natural smell only made him lean in farther, breathing deeply.

He sucked your clit whilst stroking it with his tongue providing a double sensation. Your moans only increased in volume and he felt his boxers tighten. It constricted around his dick, compressing the bulge that grew.

Michael couldn't help but grind against the floor, a shudder of pleasure coursing over him. Desperate, mindless, and involuntary. The friction against him pushed out a moan, right into you. He couldn’t fight the arousal. Too caught up in your taste, he naturally did what felt right.

"Just like that." You whimpered. Your hands found his soft curls as you tossed your head back. Just as you expected, he was a natural. It should’ve been no surprise feeling the hum of an orgasm creeping up on you.

Your hips grinded against his mouth, panting heavily. He flattened his tongue, creating broad stripes of saliva that coated your pussy. You felt the knot in your stomach began to unravel, legs threatening to shut close.

Michael—too pussy drunk to care—pressed his palms to the back of your knees, pushing them back to keep you spread open. Every lick and suck only sent him spiraling.

"M-michael." The original dominating demeanor you once held seemed to melt into a puddle leaving a whiny, twitching mess. “W-wait.” You whimpered realizing you were about to cum faster than expected. Instead of a slow ease, it felt like you were about to drop from a rollercoaster.

All of your pleas went into one ear and out the other as Michael focused on suctioning your clit along with your folds gathering your taste into his mouth. The loud lapping noises bounced off the walls and Michael didn’t even care about the mess that spread across his face.

You attempted to push his head away but it was as if he never felt it. He shook his head, coating his mouth and chin in your juice, tongue still dragging throughout your folds, not forgetting to flick your clit.

Your orgasm crashed down, an uncontrollable broken cry leaving your mouth. “Fuck!” Your thighs quivered against his hands. Tears pricked your eyes as he ate you through your orgasm. He felt you twitching below him as rode out the waves of your high.

You finally felt the repetitive motion of his body and you forced yourself to look down using all of your power after the weakening orgasm. His hips rutted desperately against the floor chasing after his own release.

His moans sounded louder, mouth never wavering against you. The closer he got, the more his tongue sped up, sending you straight into overdrive. “C-can’t.” You whimpered, placing your palms against the carpet to scoot away from him.

Barely getting an inch back, he tugged you back towards his hungry mouth, eyes flying open to look at you. The dark brown eyes seemed darker as he stared up at you. Glossy and glazed over, half-lidded from lust. Your eyebrows furrowed from the overwhelming pleasure, not being able to take your eyes off of him.

Suddenly, his eyes rolled back, showing the whites of them and his body shuddered below you as he bucked his hips into the ground. He was too dazed to care about anything, feeling the warmth of his seed spread around his pants. He sucked on your clit while the waves of bliss ran through him.

Both of your whimpers and moans combined in the air, heating the room with nothing but passion and desire. His hips finally slowed to a stop and he took a deep inhale, pheromones filling his nose.

He lazily detached his mouth, sitting up, mouth covered in his spit and your wetness. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, panting heavily, trying to come back to reality.

Your eyes trailed down to his figure and landed on the dark patch in the middle of his jeans, evidence from his own self-help. As you closed your legs, the slick mess between your thighs made you wince.

"Was that okay?" He asked, reverting back to his normal ways. He didn’t feel as cloudy and dazed, falling back into the role as the helper. "It was perfect, Mikey." You sighed, laying back down, body still twitching a bit.

He remained quiet for a few moments, observing your spent figure, searching for any sign that he did something wrong. He hoped he didn’t overstep any boundaries. “Did I hurt you?” His voice sounded meek, as if he was scared to hear your answer.

“No, of course not. You helped me a lot.” You said. He crawled over to you, itching to feel you again—any part of you. “Come here.” You told him, opening your arms for him to embrace you.

He wasted no time to rest his head on your chest, wrapping around you and inhaling your scent. “You’re the best,” He mumbled, nuzzling his nose into your shirt.

“The greatest best friend ever.”

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[dustypolarose]

when im in your arms

"control me cause it feels so good when im in your arms, i don't want you goin nowhere. cause on the corners of your mind, helps my body to unwind. the way we grind..."

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michael jackson imagine...

contents ׂׂૢ reader is written as black reader in mind, age gap (reader is 24 and michael is 28), 18+, no use of y/n, teasing, bulge recognition??, michael just really likes seeing his bulge insde of you, use of baby and mama, use of 'good girl', dry hummping, p in v (no mention of condom), reader hasnt seen michael in weeks, not proof read.

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w.k- 4.3k (i know...)

a/n—the title is based off a song i really loved and listened to while writing this and though she wasn’t making music in that time i made it to where she had vinyls already published just for convenience.

your legs were propped up against the old wooden coffee table placed above the rug in the middle of your living room. white socks stretching up loosely on your claves and nice white cotton shorts sitting on your hips. you were wearing one of his sweaters, it hang loose around your body but snug enough around your shoulders with a image of mickey plastered on the front. 

your long black hair was wrapped up in a bun, loose strands falling around your face as your head scarf failed to pushed them back. her cleo sol vinyl spinning on her record player that sat perched up on the window sill the speakers beside the bookshelves reverberated the song around you. the windows cracked open letting the warm summer air move her sheer curtains in the breeze. it was late evening, and the sun began to set casting a warm orange hue through your small apartment. 

a book sat in your lap, the pages moving at the softness of her finger tips, each turn of a page filling the empty space around you. you’d gotten off of work not too long ago, granted being on closing shift at the bookshop you worked at had you at home later than usual. it wasn’t far from your apartment just a few blocks, short enough you’d walk on days cool enough in the encino summer heat. when you’d gotten home you immediately changed in to something more comfortable and plopped yourself down on the sofa grabbing a book you had started reading from the night before from your bookshelf. 

your apartment was cozy, simple but cozy. there was a oval wooden table in the middle of the living room that you had once thrifted long before moving out, a nice threaded rug to hold the sharp legs from scratching the wooden floor. there were small bookshelves lined up under the three large windows that sat to your left. your record player sat atop the middle one, your records placed neatly in a shelf beside it. large candles worn from constant use that michael had gifted you when you first moved in. 

everything was perfect. 

you had gotten halfway through the book, your mind immersed in the story when you heard a knock on your door. it was so soft you nearly missed it. you looked over to the door and back to your book before folding a dog ear and placing it closed on the table. you walked over, looking in to the peep hole, your hand resting on the metal handle. you knew who it was immediately by the glasses, a small smile resting on your lips. though he wore them as disguise to get around the public safely, somehow they were the most identifying feature about him. you pulled open the door, and of course standing before you was michael. he pulled his sunglasses off, a smile spreading across his face once his eyes reached yours, “hey baby..” his voice was quiet. 

you reached your free hand out, reaching for his to pull him inside. “hey michael, i missed you..” you spoke as you closed the door and immediately leaning in for a hug, your arms reaching around his neck. his head rested against your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“i missed you too mama, he placed a kiss on your cheek how was work?” you took a deep breath in, his scent running through you nose and your body. you couldn’t get enough of it. it made you feel so warm inside, the subtle but demanding scent of wood and hints of vanilla. it was your favorite.

you pulled back, hands resting against his forearms as he ran his up and down your back. “it was alright, nothing much happened.” you ran a hand over his jaw, your eyes searching over his face. 

you could see the exhaustion from the week. he had been working so much the past weeks, constant rehearsals and studios sessions, the late night phone calls asking him when’s the last time he had gotten a full night of sleep. you could feel it in the way he hugged you, the tension running through his body like none other.

there would be days when you would go to his house in the break of night just because he’d asked you too, laying in bed with him and soothing his body to sleep. you were afraid to close your eyes, scared that if you had given your body to sleep, he’d wake up. 

“how was rehearsal?” you asked, he nodded slightly a sigh leaving his body “it was the usual, good but long.” you gave him a small smile tucking a loose girl behind his ear before pulling away. you tugged at one of his hands, pulling him with you towards the sofa.

you sat him down first, his hands automatically reaching for your hips as you sat down in his lap. you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, the other coming to rub down the center of his clothed chest. his hand moved along with yours, rubbing down your smooth bare thigh his eyes running down your body. 

your hand rubbed his shoulder “whats wrong mikey.. are you feeling okay?” you whispered your brows furrowed. he nodded slowly, a smile reaching across his lips once more catching your eyes. “everything’s okay tink, i just wanted to come see my lady.” he spoke with such tenderness it ran through your body and straight to your core. 

“mmh..” you sighed. you pulled yourself from his lap standing before him with your hand out, “c’mre.” you spoke simply. he looked around you confused for a moment, reaching for your hand nonetheless. as you pulled him up, you guided his hands to your hips, swinging yours back around his neck, beginning to sway to the music.

michael followed your movements swiftly, swaying to the slow rhythm of your favorite song that had begun playing on the record. as the song continued you rested your head against his chest, his thumbs making slow circles against your hips.

“i love you michael, you know that?” you murmured. michael rested his chin atop of your head, his eyes closing as you continued moving slowly in the middle of your living room, “i know mama, i love you more. so much more.” his voice breathy. 

as the song progressed and your bodies moved with one another, michael found his way under your shirt, his cool hands resting against the small of your back rubbing up and down. you let out a shaking breath at the coolness against your body, a muffled laugh coming from above you. 

you swayed to the music until the record went to static. even then you two never left your embrace. the sun had gone down by then, the cold air coming from the night sky as the moon created a small light in your apartment. neither of you cared to move, wrapped in the feeling of your bodies engrossed in one another.

this wasn’t an unusual thing for you too to be doing. many nights you found each other wrapped up wether it was in bed, one of you staying at another’s home as michael wrapped you in his arms, his hand coming to rub your stomach slowly or when simply sitting on the couch became you sitting in is lap with his hands running all over your body and his lips attached to your jaw. 

it was never enough for him. you felt so good around him, he had always found a way to be touching you, kissing you, making love to you, it didn’t matter. as long as you had his touch lingering all through your body was what mattered. 

just like tonight, he wanted his touch to be engraved in your skin if it could. 

“michael…” you subdued as his hands moved from beneath your shirt to the waist band of your shorts, rubbing his fingers along the rim. you moved your head far enough to look up at him, your cheeks becoming a light pink hue in the night.

he moved his head down towards your jaw, kissing alongside it and his heads played with your waist band once more before making their way back up your shirt, his thumbs making circles. you moved your head to the side giving him as much access as you could, a gentle sigh leaving your lips. 

as he reached your neck you quickly pulled back. he looked at you his brows furrowed, eyes beginning to fill with worry “whats wrong baby?” his voice laced with apprehension. “just.. one second mikey.” you put a finger up to him before quickly moving across the living room to place the needle back on the song, waiting a few moments for the static to be displaced by the sound of her voice before running back to michael. 

“there, that’s better.” you giggled. he watched you a few moments more before a smile tugged at his lips, pulling you in for a quick kiss before making his way down to your thighs, hoisting you up against him. a small shriek came out from surprise, “michael!” you tittered, finally from the moment he arrived, a real laugh came from him.

it made you realize how much the noise suited him and how much your ears longed to hear it. his lips moved down your neck, your head thrown back as your hands found way to stable yourself against his shoulders as he walked you both to your bedroom. 

he pushed the door open, leaving it open for the music to flow through the room. 

he sat down against the plush of the bed, his hands flowing up your back as his mouth made way to your collarbones. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies closer together. his mouth continued against your neck for moments more before pulling away, your eyes locking with each other. “i’ve missed you, you know that?” he breathed. 

your hands came against his cheeks, “i know, and i’ve missed you more. i hate that your schedule has gotten so hectic..” you frowned. michael merely nodded before reaching back down to continue the slow kisses along you neck, nipping at the soft skin momentarily before giving it a soft lick and continuing on.

your mouth was ajar, a sigh coming at every pull of his teeth. your hands began to venture down until they reached the first button of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning one at a time.

your hands beginning to falter when michael found his way under your sweater once more, edging close to your silk rimed bra. 

you could feel the slick gathering at your core at every movement of his fingers brushing over your hard pecs. the heat begging to be released. 

as your fingers finally reached the last button, you tore his shirt off throwing it somewhere behind him landing on the cold wooden ground. your hands rubbed at his bare skin, your fingers running over the ridges of muscle in his arms, his back, his chest, everywhere.

the coolness of your rings made shivers run throughout his body. as he reached around your back to unclasp the soft fabric. finally, as  it came undone he drug it down your shoulder and from under the soft sweater, holding the bra in between you.

you smiled as heat pooled at your cheeks, looking away as he rubbed the cup under his fingers. he looked up at you before dropping it on the floor and reaching for the bottom of your sweater. 

you ran your thumb against his cheek before pulling away and putting them in the air as he slid the clothing off your body. the coolness of the room hit you immediately, your pecs becoming more sensitive at the minute. 

his fingers flexed against the fabric. the pool of ecstasy only rising in your stomach. 

"please.." you begged, your voice coming out so small it was almost missed by his ears. michael leaned back, taking the breathtaking view in. 

michael felt drunk as he leaned back, taking your body in his view.

god, it had to be his favorite sight to see. his hands came to rest at the sides of your waist, rubbing mindless circles on your smooth skin with his thumb.

he took a deep breath, his eyes trailing down your body before meeting your eyes again, “god baby, you’re so beautiful. how did i get you all to myself hm?” his words traveled straight to your cunt. you let out a soft sigh, your hands coming to cover your face from the sheepishness. 

a chuckle came from below you, “what’s there to be shy about mama?” michael spoke as a hand left your waist to pull at your wrist. your cheeks began to hurt and the warmth got no better, “nothing michael..” you whispered, “please..just-“ you dropped your head against his shoulder. his hand came to your back, the other resting against your side as he rubbed up and down. 

"please what? baby, speak up.." he whispered. you tried to turn your head, anything to escape the feeling of embarrassment of having to ask your boyfriend of two years to please you, to put his lips against your pussy, to swallow your slick like it's his first time ever, to just do something. his hand rested at the base of your neck, trailing up to your hair lightly tugging to pull your face back, forcing you to look at him. 

unfortunately, his hand was firm in keeping your face in place. "michael.. i need you so bad, please?" your voice cracked. the sound sent straight to his cock. 

a soft sigh left his lips. he removed his hand, putting it back on your waist. it had taken everything in him not to throw you on the bed and rip your shorts off just to eat you through your panties, giving you no time to breath before you came, swallowing your cum through the thin wet fabric of your underwear. 

"okay, okay, i'll give it to you girl. just be patient. can you be good and wait for me?" he groaned. his lips moving against your chest while you nodded, placing your hands back against his shoulders, your fingers digging in to his skin as you felt the wet trail of his lips move closer and closer to your breast. you took a deep breath, a pant coming from behind your lips and his mouth latched on to your peck, his fingers coming to rub the hard nub in between his fingers as his tongue lapped at your other. 

in reality, you loved it when michael talked to you like this, did you like this. all commanding yet so soft and easy. not only had it been during intimate moments where his voice would soften and become breathy, but also during those days when you'd just gotten a new dress, or had done your hair differently, nervous to show it off to him.

only for him to be taken away, he'd run his eyes all over your body before bringing your hand up to spin you around, giving him a full view. 

“yes michael, yes keep going, please, please, please.” your voice broke as you begged for more, hopping the hot heat of his mouth against your boob would never come to an end. suddenly, his mouth left your boob, his hand following not far behind. you stopped, confused, had something happened?

suddenly he began to move, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as your shift your bodies against each other, his back coming to rest against the headboard. “there we go.” he whispered.

he positioned your hips to sit against his, he sat your clothed pussy sitting against his cock at just the perfect angle that a groan left his lips. he could’ve command right then and there, feeling your heat against his made his pants tighten in all the right places. 

he pressed your bodies tighter, his head coming to rest in the middle of your boobs. “c’mon, move for me baby. i know you can do it.” a whimper escaped your lips. you nodded, your hand going through his hair gripping lightly before moving along to another spot as you began to grind slowly against him.

your vision began to blur, fuzzy dots clouding all around you as you ground down harder, feeling the cool button of pants hit against your clit. heat filled around the room and the song that once played from the record came replaced by the sounds of your breath and the wet sounds of miahels mouth moving against your boobs.

as his teeth came to hold your bud you pushed against him harder, god what you wouldn’t give to feel him inside you right now.

“mikey..” you breath travel short, you felt his cock jump under you as you spoke. he moved his head, his lips coming to rest against the shell of your ear. “what is it mama? tell me what you want.” you grinned against him harder, a weak moan faltering from his lips “i need you- inside please.”

he nodded, his head moving to between the both of you as his fingers latched onto the waist band of your shorts. 

“sit up.” he commanded, and you did as he asked rising your hips as he pulled your cotton shorts down to your thighs, letting his fingers roam against the black floral lace of your panties. “did you wear these just for me mama? hmm?” he cooed. you knew they were his favorite, internally thanking your past self for putting these on.

you nodded, your words slurring “yes michael, just for you.” his fingers dipped inside, coming to your core and rubbing your slick from your entrance to your clit, “so beautiful..” he groaned once more. 

“take them off already.” you begged, micahel laughed as his fingers came to rub the hard bud in between his fingers. your stomach tightened “you gotta ask nicer than that baby, say please and maybe i will.” he spoke as his fingers came to rub at the rim of your entrance. the tightness in your stomach became so unbearable that it began to hurt. 

it begged for him to fill up its space, have his cock pumping in and out of your uncontrollably. “please mikey, please fill me up..” you mumbled, hopping he’d hear. “good girl…” you nearly came from his praise alone. 

he pressed a finger inside, you could feel it rub against the plush of your walls before adding another. a loud moan escaped your lips, leaving your mouth ajar.

each crook of his finger had you at his surrender, his thumb came to rub at your clit letting you adjust before pushing another one in. “mmgh- michael!” you cried. he shushed you, the hand resting at your hip piercing your supple skin “i know mama, you’re alright. you’re doing so good already, just f’me hm?” his voice deepened. 

you nodded, your pleasure too overpowering for words to form coherently. 

you could feel the tightness in your stomach pulling even more, bringing you to your edge. “im gonna- fuck, michael im gonna cum.” he rubbed your clit once more before pulling both fingers out of you, bringing them between your bodies. you groaned, “what-“ michael stopped you.

he brought his slick covered fingers up to you, rubbing the thick consistency. “look at you mama, so wet just f’me.” the heat in your cheeks returned as he brought his fingers just before your lips. “c’mon.. open up.” you looked between his fingers and his face, your eyes locking onto his before you opened your mouth taking both his fingers in. 

his cock jumped as your tongue came to wrap around them, swallowing the warm consistency from his fingers as a soft moan left your lips. a groan left his chest as he wondered if this is what your heat would feel like, embracing his dick, swallowing him in. “fuck..” he groaned. he pulled his fingers from your mouth with a pop. before reaching down to pull of your panties. 

he left them to sit on your thigh, just above your shorts before reaching for his own pants. as he began unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper, the heat in your stomach returned hotter this time, more desperate.

you could feel the excitement beginning to crawl through your skin, you couldn’t wait for him to fill you. make you feel so full as he laid against you, still connected.

your hands that rested on his shoulders gripped the skin tighter, leaving indents of your presence against the darkness of his skin. as michael pulled out his dick your body shuddered at the reminiscence of his thickness.

it remembered the feeling of it stretching out your pussy for the first time, leaving you breathless against his sheets while his hand wrapped around your mouth to hush his family from hearing the moans and cries of pleasure emitting from your chest.

as he pumped himself, his large hands stroking the tip of his length, gathering the bead of pre-cum around his fingers before moving back down, you couldn’t wait. michael could feel the impatience spilling from you.

“i know mama, i’ll fill you up real soon. you want that don’t you? you want my cum to fill you to the brim? watching as it spills out of you while i pull out, you’re so dirty.” michael’s voice ran all over you, a whimper came from you as you dragged your nails against the smooth skin of his arms, you nodded.

“yes michael, i want it so bad. i want you to fill me up, i want you to never leave. i want you inside of me forever.” your voice faltered. 

god, michael couldn’t take it anymore as he watched your hips twitch at every drag of his hands. as he felt the burn of your nails scratching up and down his arms, he wanted to stay inside you forever if he could. “shit. c’mer.”

michael gripped your hips, aligning your entrance up to his dick. he paused, looking up at you before nodding. you slowly sunk yourself down, feeling the stretch at every inch of his dick. michael squeezed his eyes shut, his chest pumping faster and the grip on your hips tightening. “oh! michael!” you shouted.  

it was just as you remembered, so good. as you settled against his hips, michael barely gave you time to adjust before moving your hips against him. you felt so full, like you couldn’t breathe. as he began to sway your hips back and forth, his head came to fall against the headboard, the expanse of his throat on display as his mouth lay ajar.

“just like that mama, yeah keep doing that f’me.” he mumbled, too lost in the haze to make sense of himself. you nodded, your hands sliding down to the base of his bicep squeezing as you rocked your hips faster. 

you nodded again and again, unable to form words. you closed your eyes, tears coming from your corners as the only sounds in the house were the sounds of your breathing and the wet connection between you two. 

michael lifted his head, watching the tears roll down the sides of your face. his hand coming to wipe one away, “it’s alright baby, you feel so good. i know, i know, look at you so perfect for me.” his voice was hushed, breaking at every pause of breath.

all you could mutter was a small moan from your lips. you felt michael’s hands slide from your hips up to your was it, pressing against the sides of your belly. 

you looked down, sucking in a breath at the sight. 

his thumbs were pressing at the side of his bulge that shifted in your stomach at every grind of your hips. watching himself inside you. “oh, micahel…” you whispered.

your eyes jumped to his face watching as his gaze shifted to something hungrier, primal. you ground your hips harder against him, watching as his eyes came bound to your face. “mama..” you smiled, nodding for the millionth time.

“you feel so good inside me michael, i love it.” you leaned forwards, your hands coming to rest at the back of his head before lightly guiding him to your chest. “you like watching yourself inside me, filling me up with so delicately, don’t you mikey?”  you questioned. 

you felt him nodding against your chest. his right hand came to rest against his bulge displayed by the plush wall of your belly. his fingers rubbing it lightly. you began to rock your hips harder, your breath coming out quicker. you felt yourself about to cum, the new realization having peaked your arousal immensely.

your hands rubbed his sweaty curls once more as you felt his lips coming across your chest, down to your boobs before taking in your nipple. sucking it lightly before lapping against it with his tongue, his breath warm against your sensitive skin. “oh mikey, i think im gonna- ah shit!” you yelped. 

you ground against him one last time, harder, heavier and more aroused in your life than you think you’d ever been. you came hard against him, you cheek coming to rest against the top of his head moments before feeling his warm release paint the inside of your walls. 

his mouth never stopped moving against your breast, his tongue poking out before coming to suck hard around the skin, taking it between his teeth. as your breath began to slow, michael pushed his head back, just enough to look you in the eyes. you smiled down at him,

“i love you micahel, so much. but you're such a perv..” you whispered with a smile. michael smiled at you, releasing a small chuckle before taking his eyes down to your stomach, his hand still resting against his still hard bulge resting inside you.

you laughed as his thumb came to rub against it once more.

[humannatures]

your recent work got me thinking about masturbating together w otw mike and him slipping just the tip in

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   0.8k, nsfw ) otw!michael jackson x fem afab reader <3

cws: nsfw, mutual masturbation -> tip-sex (?), they're both loser virgin idiots, sort of dom!michael but it's real slight

       his eyes are half-lidded, his lower lip bitten red as he watches your fingers slide in and out of your soaked entrance. the room feels hotter than ever, the product of both the movements of masturbation and the fact that you're both still mostly clothed. chastity is a funny thing between you and michael. he's never seen you fully nude, but he's had phone sex with you; never sucked along your tits (as much as he wants to), but he's sure enough watched you and even asked you to pinch and palm them. chastity and sex are two words whose definitions you and michael keep changing. and to think just a few months ago, you felt too shy to even let him hug you from behind...

his legs are spread a little less than yours, but your poses mirror each other as you sit on his bed, quietly panting and moaning. both of you have a hand between your thighs, his pumping himself fervently while yours fingers your pussy and toys with your already-puffy clit. eye contact is a rarity because your eyes keep rolling back and closing, something michael can only view as endearing as he continues observing you. in the few moments where you do manage to meet his eyes, his cheeks grow all hot, somehow more embarrassed about the eye contact than the fact that you're actively watching him jerk off. "don't look at me like that," he manages softly, shaking his head, a hesitant grin spreading along his face.

your brows furrow, fingers slowing temporarily as you try to focus. "like what?"

"you know how," he mumbles, squeezing his length just to make himself grunt. through half-lidded eyes he looks at you, admiring. then, through red, barely parted lips, he adds, "like you want me to do more."

"more?" you ask, genuinely curious through the haze of your arousal.

your boyfriend pauses opposite you, gliding his thumb over his cock's tip. pre-cum smears as he does it once, twice, thrice; you swallow, fixated on the sight of michael's glistening head. "it doesn't count if it's not all the way in, right?" he blurts, giving voice to what both of you are secretly thinking. after blinking, he goes on, "just a little bit in, baby. i won't go too far. i won't touch you, it'll just be this much." with his index and thumb, he measures, highlighting the size of his tip. "it doesn't count... right?"

"i..." your brows furrow, your eyes closing again momentarily. there's a part of you that definitely knows the answer is yes, it absolutely does count. there's a larger, louder part of you that really could care less if it does or doesn't, all too eager to finally feel him near you, in you. "just the tip, mikey?... it doesn't count, no."

"good," he whispers, crawling closer with zero hesitation. michael grips your wrist, gently moving your hand from between your thighs as he lines himself up. "tell me if it hurts."

the insertion is slow, almost unbearably so, all hesitant and careful because michael can't stand the thought of accidentally hurting you. your breath hitches as you feel his head slide past your folds, stretching you more than your fingers ever could, making room for itself in your heat. just like before, you struggle to maintain eye contact, and, just like before, you're all michael can look at, his eyes ravaging the outline of your figure through your clothes since he's closer, now.

"how does it feel? good?"

you sigh out a breath, nodding your head, "different. but good. don't move, baby, just stay like this..."

the curve of his lips turns dangerous as his smile becomes a smirk. quietly, he teases, "i'm bigger than you thought, huh?— oh— oh my—" his face contorts, eyes clenching shut as he stifles a moan at the feeling of your walls squeezing around his tip. "oh, baby..."

neither of you last long with his tip in, honestly. all it takes is a shift of his hips, a few fumbling, horny movements between the two of you, and michael's scrambling to pull himself out while you're whining about how you miss him inside. his cum lands along your bare left thigh, dribbling down onto his bed as your own orgasm causes your pelvis to jerk, your eyes rolling, your lips parting for a rather passionate (rather incriminating) moan.

"goodness, baby," michael manages, moving to hover above you as he clasps one hand over your mouth, "you gotta be quiet." he pants softly, dick limpening somewhat pathetically as the two of you try your best to silently collect yourselves.

"sorry, mikey," you apologize into his hand after calming down, batting your lashes unintentionally as you peer up at him.

you're glowing post-orgasm, all sweaty and somewhat dazed... michael swallows, brown eyes soaking in the lazy, content expression on your face. keep looking at him like that and you'll definitely be getting more than the tip next time!

looking for more?

we not fucking but he put the tip in or whatever. gif in the top by /kvtnisseverdeen (as far as i know)! i think this dynamic is cute, really, like it can be kind of embarrassing b/w him and reader bc theyre loser virgins but they're loser virgins together... i think that's just so cute.

[neverstreett]

𝒮poiled ℛotten♥︎

brief♡—(𝟒.𝟏𝐤) you get anything you want, so why would he be any different?

includes♡—𝟏𝟖+ inspired by the mini series ‘𝓈poiled 𝓇otten’, lots of kisses, dfb!michael, age gap (reader is 25, michael is 35) 𝒻orbidden love, reader is a spoiled nerd, use of ‘𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓈𝓈’ as reader’s nickname, michael lowkey has a crush, smut, 𝓂asturbation, voyeriusm if you squint, softdom!reader, 𝓈witch!michael, unprotected 𝓈ℯ𝓍, creampie writer is ovulating, oral (m receiving) this is filthy!

“dad, i’m old enough to look after myself! i don’t need anyone babysitting me!” you huffed as you messily packed your luggage.

“sweetheart, it’s just for two weeks. you’ll have fun, i promise.” your dad sighed, helping you zip up the last of the clothes threatening to spill out of your suitcase.

he was leaving on a business trip to tokyo and refused to leave his daughter alone after the trail of headlines, parties and shopping sprees she’d left behind over the last few months.

the drive to neverland was quiet, your mind wandering the entire way.

the last time you saw michael was at the poorly planned surprise your dad had arranged after his final bad tour concert in los angeles. you had just turned twenty and remember quite literally drooling over how ethereal he looked. once he stepped onstage, he was electric. his curls had puffed up from the heat and sweat, and every time he glanced toward the vip section, it felt like he was looking straight into your soul.

he was so damn fine your heart nearly exploded when he hugged you afterward, his sweat mixing with his natural scent and the cologne he loved so much.from that day on, you made yourself a promise. you would try and try haaaard to get him. after all, you were spoiled rotten.

you couldn’t help but wonder what he’d look like now. not through a television screen or the magazines you barely read unless they were about fashion but in real life.

“miss!” the driver’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “oh! thank you,” you smiled, stepping out as he drove away.

you hauled your heavy suitcase up the front steps before making your way into the living room, a small worry creeping into your mind that maybe he hadn’t even been told you were coming.

the house was exactly as you remembered it. gigantic.

what you didn’t remember was the faint sound of music drifting through the halls. deciding it was probably better than wandering aimlessly around someone else’s house, you settled onto the couch to wait. five minutes turned into ten. ten turned into you giving up.

following the music, you wandered deeper into the house. with every step, it grew louder until you reached a room with the door slightly cracked open. you leaned in, trying to peek inside, but your weight pushed the door open completely.

there he was a sweaty, middle-of-rehearsal michael. his chest heaved as he looked at you, trying to make out who had wandered into his house. “..princess?”

he rushed toward you, pulling you into a hug as you melted into his sweaty embrace. he cradled your head, peppering your cheeks with kisses while his damp curls tickled your face.

“welcome! i’m sorry, i got caught up,” he apologized, wiping his face with the towel draped around his neck.“it’s fine. i wanted to call, but i forgot to ask my dad before he left.”

“he’s in japan already?”you glanced down at your cartier watch. “soon enough.” “princess…” he laughed softly, holding your shoulders at arm’s length. “you are so much taller now.”

the nickname hadn’t changed. he’d always called you that, knowing you got just about anything you wanted. keeping a hand on your shoulder, he guided you out of the rehearsal room.

“do you have a bag or anything?” you nodded, pulling your suitcase closer. “it’s pretty heavy,” you laughed.“i got it.”he picked it up and started walking upstairs.“just follow me!”

he led you to a bedroom upstairs. it was neat and simple, lacking the grand feeling of his own master bedroom, which sat directly across from yours.

“i’m right across the hall if you need anything. don’t hesitate to ask. i mean it.” he leaned over, placing one last kiss on your cheek. “i’ll be back in a sec. i need a shower.”with that, he disappeared into his room, quietly closing your door behind him.

the second you heard his door shut, you silently squealed, throwing yourself face-first onto the soft bed. you started counting on your fingers how many years it had been since you’d last seen him.

he was unbelievable, there was something different about him now. a maturity you couldn’t quite put into words.

your mind replayed every second of your reunion, from the hug to the kisses on your cheeks, until your thoughts inevitably drifted somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t have… like the fact that your bedroom was directly across from his.

your hand dragged slowly through your hair as you tried to calm yourself before you completely lost it. this was michael. your dad’s best friend. your dad… who just so happened to be gone for the next two weeks. whatever you were fantasizing about would never happen…right?

you pushed yourself off the bed and began unpacking, neatly placing your clothes into the wardrobe. your expensive jewelry found its place on the vanity, followed by the ridiculous number of louboutins you’d packed simply because you could.

as you finished putting everything away, your eyes landed on the perfect loungewear set for your very innocent exploration of neverland. you practically skipped into the bathroom with excitement.

you showered like never before, desperately trying to convince yourself it had nothing to do with who you’d be sharing a house with. you used your most luxurious body washes and lotions, finishing everything off with your favorite cozy perfume—the one that made you smell like the softest thing on earth.

you stepped out of the bathroom and slipped the soft cotton material up your legs, letting it mold effortlessly to your body. the top was a simple fitted zip-up jacket that hugged you just right. you gave yourself one last spritz of perfume before twirling in front of the mirror, smiling to yourself.

you quietly opened the bedroom door, walking through the halls with careful steps. “michael!” you called. “here!” his soft voice echoed from downstairs. this was your moment.

you walked down each step like it was your last, purposely taking your time. skipping the final step, you met michael’s gaze lifting from the book in his hands. for a split second, you could’ve sworn his eyes lingered on you before a warm smile spread across his face.

you walked over to him. he was sitting comfortably on the rug in front of the fireplace. instead of sitting immediately, you walked past him. once. …no. twice.

just enough to leave behind a trail of your perfume before finally taking a seat beside him. “princ—” he stopped himself, blinking. “…woah.” your lips curled into a smile.

“you smell amazing.” you leaned a little closer, silently inviting him to breathe you in. his eyes fluttered shut for a brief second.

“gosh…” he whispered. his hand instinctively reached toward your shoulder as if to steady himself before he quickly pulled it back. “m’ sorry.”

“it’s just… really good,” he mumbled, finally closing the book. “what’re you reading?” you whispered, gently pulling it from his hands. the title read the old man and the sea.

“i got this for my dad too.” michael tilted his head. “you read?” “yeah! i love reading.” he waited patiently, knowing you weren’t finished. “the last book i read was hagakure… i think it’s called the book of the samurai.”

you looked up, trying to remember the title correctly. “i read that too,” he smiled. “just last night, actually.” “i finished it last night too.” you laughed as he lightly nudged your shoulder in disbelief. “i’m serious!”

the conversation drifted naturally from one book to another. somehow, neither of you ever sat too close, yet never too far apart either. your heart raced every time he smiled. it almost felt impossible that the two of you had so much in common.

the afternoon slowly melted into evening through the enormous windows of neverland. somewhere along the way, your original intentions faded into the background.

you’d complimented this man so many times that he’d eventually hidden his face in embarrassment, only agreeing to uncover it after you promised to stop.

“‘kay! i’m done. no more.” he slowly peeked back up, making you grin as you absentmindedly traced the cover of the book resting in your lap. “princess.” “yeah?” you looked up.

“i know you’re a good girl…” he began gently, “but we need to talk about a few rules.”“rules? what for?” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you remembered he was technically supposed to be looking after you.

“listen, it’s nothing bad.” he hesitated before continuing. “don’t party too hard. and if you do, tell me before you leave so i can have someone drive you there and bring you back safely.” he paused. “…and no boys.” you immediately rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the rug.

“what did my dad feed you with?” you started walking toward your room, trying to sound annoyed despite the smile threatening to creep onto your face. behind you, you could hear michael following, quietly apologizing.

“m’ sorry… i don’t mean anything bad.”you stopped in your doorway and turned to face him. “what?” “i’m sorry,” he repeated softly. your shoulders relaxed as you let out a quiet breath.

“it’s okay, michael.” you smiled. “any other rules?” he nodded. “my office.”his expression grew just a little more serious.“please don’t go in there.” you dramatically sighed.

“at least i don’t have a spending limit.”“well…”your expression instantly fell. he couldn’t help but laugh, stepping closer before gently placing a kiss against your forehead.

“goodnight, sweet princess. sleep well.”“you too, mikey.” the nickname brought a smile to his face as he quietly closed your bedroom door behind him, disappearing into the room across the hall.

alone in the dim light of your room, you threw yourself onto the bed, trying to shake off the adrenaline. nothing seemed to help, though. every time you closed your eyes, all you could picture was him.

the morning came far too quickly.

a gentle knock stirred you awake as you whimpered at the sharp sunlight spilling through the curtains. “g’morning.” you blinked your eyes open to find michael walking in with a breakfast tray balanced carefully in his hands.

“mikeyyy! you didn’t have to!” you beamed, wrapping an arm around him in a sleepy side hug. “my peace offering.” “i’m not angry anymore, i promise,” you laughed, holding up your pinky.

he smiled, looping his around yours to seal the promise as you happily dug into breakfast, michael looked around the room. “i see you’re settling in.”

“mhm!” you hummed, far too focused on the spread of your favorite foods to say anything else. “princess…” he spoke softly. “i have to leave. i’ve got a meeting.”

your smile faltered into a pout. “i’ll probably be back late. make yourself at home, okay?” “okay. see you later.”he gently tapped your shoulder before heading downstairs, leaving you alone once again.

after breakfast, you somehow managed to fall asleep again. when you finally woke up for good, you cleaned your room, showered, and decided to explore the house. you tried remembering everything your dad had ever told you about neverland, constantly reminding you that michael was a busy man.

still, your heart felt strangely heavy after he’d left. a smile slowly crept onto your face as memories of yesterday replayed themselves. his shyness. the way he listened whenever you spoke. how he’d followed you upstairs, practically begging you not to stay upset with him.

the breakfast he had made just for you. you couldn’t help wondering if all of that was really normal treatment for your best friend’s daughter or if maybe there was something there.

you spent what felt like hours in the arcade before wandering into the library. shelves upon shelves of books surrounded you, though unfortunately you’d already read most of them.

eventually, your wandering feet carried you farther through the mansion.honestly, the place was endless.one particular door kept catching your attention every time you walked past it.

after passing it for what had to be the fifth time, curiosity finally won.

you knocked. it didn’t sound hollow, so it definitely wasn’t a storage room. your hand slowly turned the knob.the second the door opened, you realized exactly where you were. his office.

you stepped inside cautiously, half expecting him to somehow be sitting behind the desk despite knowing he’d left hours ago. glass cabinets displayed vinyl records, neatly stacked files, and other belongings you didn’t dare touch.

goosebumps spread across your skin. somehow, the room still felt like him.his scent lingered in the air, warm and familiar even sinking into the soft leather chair made your mind wander to his gentle forehead kisses and lingering embraces.

everything about him felt warm, comforting. like he had been made just for you. you slowly spun in the revolving chair. then an idea came to mind, a rather risky one.

you bolted upstairs and immediately dug through your wardrobe until the tiny scrap of fabric you insisted on calling a nightgown slipped from the hanger and landed at your feet.

it was perfect. a red nightgown that was practically see-through, matching the red set of underwear you already had on. you quickly slipped out of your clothes and into the delicate fabric before grabbing your favorite red lipstick and your polaroid camera.

heart racing, you hurried back to his office, quietly shutting the door and locking it behind you. you perched yourself on the edge of his desk and snapped a few pictures.

just enough to make him lose his mind. after the last shot developed, you carefully arranged the polaroids across his desk. on one of them, you pressed a bold kiss with your lipstick, leaving behind the perfect crimson mark.

feeling rather pleased with yourself, you sank back into his leather chair, trying to process what you’d just done. suddenly, a car pulled into the driveway. your eyes widened as someone stepped out, visible from the office window.

michael. you practically flew out of the chair, unlocking the door before racing upstairs to your room. you barely managed to throw your clothes back on when a soft knock came from your bedroom door. “princess?” he peeked through the small crack. “come in.”

he smiled as he found you sitting at your vanity. “trying on makeup?” his eyes drifted to the mirror, lipstick still painted across your lips. “y-yeah,” you stammered, trying your best to sound casual. “how was the meeting?”

“unnecessarily long,” he sighed. you stood from the vanity. “are you hungry? i could start dinner.” he nodded. “i make really good meatballs,” you added with a grin, gently nudging him as the two of you headed downstairs.

“i’ll be in the office!” he called over his shoulder. the smile on your face immediately disappeared. your stomach flipped.

the sound of the door closing sent a rush through your body, making you overthink the entire mission. as you moved around the kitchen preparing dinner, you realized michael hadn’t left his office in a while. was he on the phone with your dad? were they planning to send you home? the thoughts raced through your mind as you approached the office door, giving it a small knock.

“michael… dinner’s ready!” you called before quickly hurrying toward the kitchen, not wanting to get caught and dragged into his office.

you plated the food and grabbed some orange juice from the fridge, nearly jumping when you closed the door and found him already walking toward the table. his head was tilted toward the floor, a quiet hum leaving his lips as he seemed oddly calm. when you looked at him properly, you noticed the faint blush dusting his cheeks. he couldn’t hold your gaze for more than a few seconds before looking away with a small smile.

you both ate in comfortable silence at first until you desperately tried to break the ice. thankfully, it worked. he laughed, asked you a few new questions, and before long the conversation flowed as naturally as it had the night before. for a moment, you almost felt guilty enough to bring it up. almost. after such a nice dinner, you decided that problem could wait until tomorrow.

once you finished, you washed your dishes and retreated to your room. he had definitely seen those pictures. and honestly? you didn’t regret taking them.

the soft crackle of the vinyl spinning filled the room as you lay back on the bed, letting the music drown out the thoughts in your head until your eyes slowly drifted shut.

you kept tossing and turning, your body refusing to let you rest as your eyes kept drifting toward the clock.

1:30.

the soft sound of the vinyl playing in the background was no longer enough to distract you, so you reached over and stopped it. slowly opening your bedroom door, you stepped into the quiet hallway, carefully making your way downstairs for some water.

as you walked back toward your room, something caught your attention.the faint glow of light still escaped from the crack of michael’s door.

you paused.

you tried convincing yourself to just go back to bed. it was late, you were tired, and curiosity had already gotten you into enough trouble for one day but curiosity had always been your weakness.

you stood before your door, a small, satisfied sigh escaping your lips as you realized it didn’t creak, you placed the cup on your vanity and sneaked to his room, stepping close to the door with quiet precision, you paused, catching the sound of a low, strained voice. he was trying to be quiet, but the desperation leaked through. you pressed your ear against the wood, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“fuck...” the sound was a soft whimper that sent a shiver straight down your spine. then came the slick, wet sounds of friction and broken whimpers. “just like that,” he breathed, a heavy moan tearing through his chest. you were frozen, rooted to the spot by the raw intensity of his voice as he fought to keep his cries muffled, edging closer and closer to his peak.

unable to resist, you leaned in, peering through the keyhole. your breath hitched. there he was, his beautiful hands wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking himself with a frantic rhythm. his head was thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy while his other hand clutched the familiar polaroids of you. hearing him moan your name, desperate and needy, sent a sudden, pulsing heat between your legs.

you pushed the door open slowly, the hinges barely making a sound. “Michael?”

his head snapped up, gaze hazy and unfocused, caught in the high of a near-orgasm. “...princess?”

he scrambled to cover himself, but you were already moving, locking the door behind you with a definitive click. You leaned down, gathering the discarded photos from the floor, your eyes never leaving his.

he stared at you, chest heaving, completely exposed as you approached the bedside, reaching out for his hand, sliding his slick thumb into your mouth. you sucked it deeply, swirling your tongue around the digit, and watched as he shuddered violently, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

“Princess, I—” “Don’t apologize,” you whispered against his skin. “Just let me take care of you.”

He nodded dumbly, letting you guide him to the edge of the bed. You sank to your knees before him, maintaining intense eye contact as you began to revere him. You kissed your way up his inner thighs, your tongue leaving a wet trail that ended right at the tip of his length. with a playful smile, you gripped him and slapped the head of his cock against your cheek, marking yourself with his pre-cum.

Michael’s head tilted back, a whimper escaping him as he jerked instinctively, craving the friction you were teasing him with. you started slowly, pumping the first few inches of his impressive length before sliding deeper, inching forward until he hit the back of your throat. you began to bob around him in a steady, rhythmic motion, determined to stretch out his pleasure.

“s-shit!” he cursed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. you steadied yourself, taking the full length of him, your breath hot against his skin. his cries loud and breathless now, hands finding your hair to guide you, fucking your mouth with desperate hunger. “fuckfuckfuck, feel so good”

the raw desperation in his tone fueled your own heat. michael was completely undone, his composure shattered by the guilt and the overwhelming pleasure of having you actually there, serving him. you tightened your grip on the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head every time you pulled back, making sure he felt every ridge of your mouth.

he was losing it, his hips snapping forward like an instinct. he didn't just want the release; he wanted to be consumed by you. his fingers tangled in your hair, not pulling, but guiding you with a frantic energy, pushing you deeper until you were gagging on his length, the back of your throat clamping tight around him.

"I can't... princess, I'm gonna—" he gasped, his voice breaking.

You pulled away with a wet, loud pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening head. You looked up at him giggling, seeing the sheer lust and shame warring in his expression. you stood up, clothes feeling like a cage, and stripped them off, tossing them carelessly across the office floor.

when you stepped back toward him, completely naked and dripping, michael let out a choked sound. his eyes raked over your body, landing on your soaking pussy, and his cock jumped, throbbing violently.

"you’re so wet for me," he whispered, his voice a rough timbre. "i’ve been watching you, michael," you murmured, stepping between his legs. "i saw how much you wanted me in those pictures. now you have the real thing."

you grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him instantly. you guided his thick, pulsing cock to your entrance, teasing the head against your clit for a heartbeat before sinking down in one slow, agonizingly perfect motion.

Michael let out a loud moan as you bottomed out, your tight walls gripping him. He arched his back, his hands slamming onto the mattress as he felt the heat of you enveloping him. you stayed still for a moment, adjusting to his length stretching you out as you found his lips in a soft kiss, foreheads pressed together.

"you’re so perfect princess," he groaned, eyes fluttering shut.

you began to move, starting with slow, grinding circles that mashed your clit against his pubic bone. you could feel him twitching inside you, his cock expanding as he fought to keep from cumming immediately. you picked up the pace, lifting your hips and slamming back down, the wet, slapping sound of your bodies filling the quiet room.

his hands flew to your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he began to thrust upward, meeting every one of your descents with a powerful jolt. you felt your eyes roll back,allowing him take you. he was no longer the hesitant man you'd caught at the door; he was a starving man, and you were the feast. he flipped you over with a sudden surge of strength, pinning you to the bed and driving into you slowly delivering deep, long strokes. “mikey!! pleasee” you cried as he buried his face in the crook of your neck,breath hot and ragged. "i’ve wanted this... god, i’ve wanted you so bad," he whimpered, his thrusts becoming harder, pounding you into the mattress.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles to pull him even deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him hitting your cervix. the friction was electric, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. you could feel your orgasm building, a tight coil of tension in your gut that threatened to snap.

"cum for me, fuck!" you screamed, your nails scratching deep furrows into his back.

that was the breaking point. he let out a final, strangled cry, his body stiffening as he delivered one last, deep plunge. He shuddered violently, cock pulsing inside you as he spilled hot, thick loads of cum deep into your womb. You felt the heat of him flooding you, the rhythm of his orgasm triggering your own. you clamped down on him, your pussy milking him dry as you spiraled into a screaming climax, body trembling under his weight.

he collapsed onto you, both of you drenched in sweat and fluids, the scent of sex heavy in the air. He stayed buried inside you, his heart hammering against your chest as he peppered kisses on your neck, hands interlocking with yours. “princess..” he mumbled “yeah?” “we can't do this, ever again.” he said kissing your lips

neverstreett production

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[angelcrescent]

— ❤︎𓈒 ݁ ݂ in which your husband has developed a very particular backshots obsession…

18+ ( 1.3k ) bad!michael 𝓳ackson x childhoodbsf!popstar!reader. established relationship: husband n wife of 7 years. porn without plot. unprotected penetrative sex. softdom!michael. dirty talk. slight breeding kink. fucking while the reader wears a varsity jacket with his surname on ;). he has a lil possessive streak. . . and impulsively cums on the fabric!

♥︎ ; 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟖…

You were sprawled forward across the bedsheets, fingers gripping the linen as Michael plowed into you from behind, his own fingers gripping your hips with as much intensity, keeping you in place. Your back was arched, ass up high, face smushed against the pillows beneath you, and you rocked forward with each harsh thrust of his heavy dick. You gleefully celebrated the sensation, along with the gorgeous sound of him cooing at you through the pleasure, and the frequent smack of his huge hand over your asscheeks.

You'd ended up in this very position more times than usual as of late, and it was all due to a new obsession your husband had garnered. Everybody knew that Michael Jackson had his eccentricities, his particularities, but few knew of his tendency to fixate on specific sexual aspects too. In the past there had been his breeding obsession—which never really went away, but was forced to subside in your best interest—then there had been his pool sex obsession (before his vitiligo had ruined his enjoyment of the outdoors), then his sunrise cockwarming obsession (he’d taken a vehement dislike to starting his day without it, whenever you were near), followed by a fixation on semi-public intercourse, sex while standing up, his several month long obsession with making you squirt (and that still of course existed, though less insistent as it had been)... The list was endless, because Michael was a man of many phases, slipping in and out of the cycles, where they often gladly returned.

For the last two weeks his current fixation had turned to backshots, for the reason that he had developed a particular sexual interest in a sight that aroused him with just a glance. Such a sight was your beautiful figure clad in nothing but one of his varsity jackets—no panties, nothing at all underneath, just the baggy red material shrouding you while you strutted around the house barefoot; that while its shape did the opposite of showcasing the curves of your naked body, it did something almost as significant instead.

A month ago, before you'd seen Michael after an unfortunate while apart, he had received a new jacket to add to his collection, one that had been given to him by a fan, and this fan had specifically embroidered the name Jackson into the back's centre. Michael was incredibly grateful, but what he hadn't foreseen initially was the added bonus that came with being given that custom-made item of clothing. Somehow he hadn't considered that bonus, until the day he revealed the jacket to you, and suddenly it came to him.

He was fawning over how equal parts sexy and adorable you looked in it, and had ended up taking you hot and fast on the tour bus couch, slamming into you with rough abandon. You'd turned your head as much as you could in order to giggle up at him, batting your lashes to please him further, and as he'd taken in both your pretty face and the back of the jacket at once, that was the moment his new fixation was unlocked on the spot.

With every rough, deep drag of his cock along your velvety walls, with every high noise you produced at his stimulation of your sweet spot, Michael was actually feeling even more insane than you were—all because of the name on the back of you, staring at him above where he'd dragged the fabric up to your hips in exchange for a view of your ass as it rippled.

Jackson was spread along the plane of your back in capital, embellished letters, and Michael's eyes rolled into his head at the sight. You'd been married for years now, but your stage name was a mononym, a single-word pseudonym you'd adopted and therefore your full title as including his family name was never really said aloud. So, whenever the very distinction was displayed before Michael, his ownership as clear as day… he felt sexually insane.

Michael didn't believe he owned you in a territorial, misogynistic way, but he had always been unashamedly possessive—once as a young man in disbelief at the woman on his arm, protective of her wherever she went; then growing as the years passed into somebody who understandably took that protection more seriously than anything (no matter how rude or dismissive he might appear to others in certain circumstances). His deep-rooted care was undeniable, thus existing within him at times a jealousy immeasurable...

He’d taken both of your hands, dragging them to meet behind your back, then wrapped his own hands around your wrists as he pounded even harder. He caught sight of your wedding ring on your left, and leaned downward to kiss the diamonds, before kissing your knuckles.

“Oh yes, mama, grind that ass back on me… So pretty…”

"Mikey, y' givin' it to me so good, baby—"

"I know, I know, baby girl—keep takin' it... No one's gon' be back in here for hours..."

That had been two weeks ago, and now—countless rounds of sex later in the time that followed—Michael was indulging in his favourite pastime again, inside the confines of your shared hotel room.

Cock drilling into your welcoming sex, he continuously leaned forward, blanketing your back with his torso and almost shifting you into prone bone, to murmur filthy praise in your ear. But he never actually would transition to prone bone when you wore that jacket—no matter how much he loved the position—because he simply couldn't get enough of seeing the result of how that innocent fan had unintentionally given his wife the perfect gift, to be branded in a format second best to a permanent inking of the name itself onto your skin.

You both already had matching tattoos, though the permanence was merely your first initials, and until now, Michael hadn't realised how much it turned him on further to see your married surname stretched across you while he worked to paint your gummy walls with his sticky seed.

"My baby... I gotchu, m'perfect wife..." he murmured through groans behind you, never slowing the pace.

"Mm—honey, you feel so good, oh—" you moaned dazedly into the pillow your face had been shoved into.

"Mrs Jackson—shit—y'know how goddamn sexy you look in that jacket?"

Registering what he'd said, you lifted your head up a little to giggle, trying to look at him, but you could hardly turn in that position.

"Mikey," you beamed, body still rocking forward with every stroke. "Is this why you've had me—mmph—bent over every surface for the last two weeks? This jacket doin' somethin' to ya, huh?"

"Y' do somethin' to me by just sittin' there, baby," he grunted, smacking your ass hard.

You yelped, head falling forward again, more sweet laughter elicited from your throat amid whines.

"Love bein' Mrs Jackson, baby," you gasped. "Shame I don't have it tattooed..."

"Don't need a tattoo, mama," Michael groaned, smacking your ass again and triggering your face to crash itself further into the cream fabric. "No other man's gon' have their cum in y' womb like I do... Ten years now, baby..."

You almost screamed as he sped up, hitting somehow even deeper with a stronger force. "Fuck, I love you..."

"Watch y' language, pretty. I love y’ too," he muttered, leaning forward to kiss the back of your neck, before resting upright again, and thrusting his slick-enshrouded member without mercy.

Unsurprisingly, in his preoccupied state of mind Michael's messy seed ended up shot all over the embroidery, an impulsive move that at the time felt even sexier to him than filling up your womb. You'd rolled your eyes, irritated because you planned to wear the jacket in public later that day, but Michael only shrugged, handwashing it himself to rid the cum, although with no intention to stop himself from acting on that same impulsion the next time he had you bent over a surface with his name gleaming across your body.

angelcrescent © 2026 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡₊˚⊹ i finally managed to write smut without feeling the need to develop it into a full blown fic lol ! i adore mikey in his varsity jackets so i thought i’d write a lil somethingggg !! also this is for the anon who requested a backshots fic weeks ago ; srry for the delay oops

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[maturehotgf]

where perv!bsf michael knows just what to say and do to keep you on your toes ━ part two. 18+ mdni. part one.

if you guys ever wanted to know what song to listen to for these two freaks it's acquainted by the weeknd idk it just fits them and mike is very manipulative like super and the reader definitely knows at this point but she just as sick bc he's the only boy she's been with so yeah they lowkey got a corruption kink LMAO

tagged ━ @jusforbey, @yeaiamme2 & evb who requested a part two!

school had ended and your were at michael's on his bed reading through a magazine while he laid at the top of the bed trying to watch tv but he was distracted by the sight of you.

the way you were laying on your stomach ━ legs up and crossed in the air, cluelessly skimming through the pages looking at your and also his favorite thing in the world.

new lipglosses.

the thought had been on your mind since he said he was going to buy you the other day but he just kept holding off on it.

"oh, honey i haven't forgot about it. you'll get it i promise."

"baby, don't i always give you anything you want? don't you believe your best friend?"

you were getting very impatient but you didn't show that to michael. you never wanted to make him feel like that you were bratty and spoiled. you always knew whatever you wanted, all you had to do was ask your mikey. it was going to come.

as michael watched you read through the magazine, he started feel the erection in his pants grow inch by inch. it was hurting him actually.

he needed you and he needed you bad.

you guys have been intimate before ━ many times, but he also stopped. he edged you. he edged himself.

he enjoyed craving you and you craving him, it was a sense of control that he felt he needed to have over you. he enjoyed the feeling of need. it made him feel hot and empowered.

and the fact you were so clueless with boys and this type of dynamic in general really turned him on. you were pure. innocent. nobody has touched you or played with your mind the way he did.

while these thoughts were going through his head, he began to break the slience that was floating in the room.

"baby?" he called innocently but everything that had something to do with michael never ended up being innocent.

you mindlessly answer to michael while you kept your eyes on the magazine. "hmm?" you hummed.

"can you come here for a minute? i want to spend some time with you" michael lied. he really wanted to surprise you with something so dirty he knows you'll say yes to.

you closed the magazine and crawled your way to michael in his lap which was something you've learned to do while you guys have been friends.

your back was against his chest and you played with fingers while he played with the hem of your skirt sitting his chin on top of your shoulders.

"what were you looking at in the magazine?" he asked you teasingly.

"lipglosses." you said with a bit of attitude laced in your voice. hoping he was pulling out the most expensive lip gloss he could find.

but little did you know, he had a lipgloss that you would make your focus to wear every chance you got.

he laughed at your brattiness while moving your hair to the other side of your back onto the other shoulder. "what's wrong sweets?" he asked knowing he knew the answer but he loved hearing you whine and pout.

you sighed then crossed your arms in your chest like a upset toddler.

"you promised me a new lip gloss and you keep putting it off." you whined. michael mentally laughed it off knowing he lied but you didn't know that and that was the amazing part. he liked you trusted anything he said which means the next thing he's about to do will be just okay.

"oh my poor baby, you really want that lip gloss don't you?" he asked.

"yes, yes i do mikey." you said now lowering you arms and moving them to the top of his hands holding them.

he took his knee that beneath you and used it to open your legs wider so he can insert his hand under your skirt which had no panties under which was something michael made you do every time you went to his house.

he removed his hand from yours and began making his way under to feel the wetness you formed for him.

he rubbed your clit up and down with his first and second fingers while you held onto his thighs for balance. "o-oh mikey" you moaned softly.

you began scooting your hips towards his fingers trying to signal him to go inside of you but michael did things on his own time, in his own way.

he smirked at your neediness and held lightly tapped at your clit as you jumped from the sensitivity of the smack. "mikey ouch!" you whined pleading for michael to give you a break but he was not going to let up.

he started lightly sucking on your neck as he started to insert his fingers inside of you slowly. "awe, pretty girl i'm sorry" he whispered in your ear.

he began to slowly pump his fingers inside of you while his free hand traveled all the way to the button of your collared school shirt and he began unbuttoning it one by one to where it revealed the yellow laced bra you wore just for him.

he loved that color on you and you made sure he seen you in it everytime.

as your head fell back on his shoulder, he admired the way you looked under him.

you were a mess. a needy hot mess. he loved the sight of it made him basically dry hump you while you were on top of his lap letting him use you like his personal sex doll. a pretty one ━ michael thought.

once he unbuttoned your shirt all the way he rubbed one of your breasts while he started to pick up the pace of his fingers.

tears started to form in your eyes from the feeling overstimulation that michael was giving you from this exact moment. he always knew how to make you feel good. make you feel so pretty while you were being so naughty and dirty.

"mikey please i- i- think i'm gonna━ " he cut you off by him cupping your face and making you face the mirror that was facing you guys in your room while he fucked you senseless with his fingers.

"shh, shh baby i know look at you. your taking it so well." he taunted while he started to curve his fingers at a angle that hit your spot relentlessly. "you are a good girl right?" he questioned as he dug deeper in you.

you nodded your head up and down as you couldn't answer because your head being all fuzzy from the sensation of his fingers.

he moved from your face to your neck and gripped it a little bit "i can't hear you baby. talk." he said now with authority laced in his voice. "yes mikey yes please yes i'm a good girl!" you cried out.

he smirked and looked at you guys in the mirror.

he had the look of lust and possession. they were black and intimidating like you were his prize possession. he knew the affect he had over you and your mind. he wanted to corrupt you and he did. he won the golden goose.

his pretty girl.

he was getting turned on himself from the sight, he needed you and he needed at this moment. he finally angled his fingers to where he know your release was on the edge.

you squirmed and held on to his thighs tighter as you felt your self coming the climax. "o-oh mikey im cumming i'm cumming." you repeated over and over. "i know baby. let me feel it please. your mikey wants to feel it." he whispered into your neck while basically trying to give you a hickey.

you came on his fingers while he kept going till you were empty.

once you were done he took his fingers and put them near your mouth and by nature you opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers until all of your juices were cleaned up.

michael got so turned on by the sight he immediately picked you up off the bed and made you get on your knees.

he unbuckled his pants and pulled the down with his boxers included. "come here baby" he said ordered to you.

you started to crawl towards him until your were at eye level with his hardened erection leaking with precum ready to be pleased and satisfied.

he sat back on the end of the bed and grabbed your hair with one hand and started stroking himself with the other.

the sight made you even wetter hotter and hungry. you basically drooled waiting for him insert inside your mouth.

he began inserting your mouth while you took your hands stroking him trying to take all of him in your mouth.

"shit" michael moaned under his breathe as kept going down your throat trying to fit himself in strecthing your throat inch by inch.

you closed your eyes clenching them trying to distract yourself from gagging but michael loved it when you did that in the same breathe though you hated it, it sounded nasty considering all the other things he made you do.

once he bottomed out, you started bobbing your head up and down while stroking him at the same time.

michael groaned "such a pretty girl. a good girl." while he started pumping himself in your throat.

he grabbed your hair and gripped tight while he just kept throat fucking you hard. i mean super hard. michael had buds of sweat coming down from his curly hair, losing control of the fact you probably couldn't breathe.

you didn't mind though, if it meant pleasing him, you were down for it all. it gave you a high just as much as him. you never wanted to stop. not now. not ever. you were right where you wanted to be. with your mikey.

the room was filled with loud wet sounds of him in your mouth. your eyes had tears coming out of them messing up your mascara with drool basically running down your chin to your chest.

the lids of his eyes were low like hes drunk off the feeling of your mouth and he looked down at you and that alone brought him to his edge.

"oh. you know just how to make your mikey feels so good. only you can make your mikey feels this good okay?" he reassured you while wiping the tears from your eyes.

he started to feel him getting close to his release and he immediately left from your mouth and stroked himself till loads of cum spilled all over your lips.

he kept pumping and pumping as white thick ropes just kept falling off of your lips to your chest.

he used himself to spread it across your lips like the way you applied lipgloss on your lips. shiny and wet.

he finished and pulled his pants back up then got you off your knees off the floor and began giving you the usual sloppy kiss you guys gave each other.

"your lip gloss is so pretty isn't it?" he teased while turning you towards the mirror while you looked like a fucked out mess.

"mhm, thank you mikey." you responded while your eyes were just as hazy as his.

he smirked. "your welcome my pretty girl." he expressed as he kissed your cheek and held you by your waist.

his pretty girl and her lipgloss.

[angelfcee]

‧₊˚ sleeping with pervy bsf!michael

You were laying facing him, having gone to bed with you snuggling into the warm skin of his bare, back.

Michael always woke up before you. His body was stiff from sleeping in the same position all night long, careful not to disturb you. He gently untangled his long limbs from yours, shifting his body to face you.

And oh, God.

When you shifted, the thin strap of your silk camisole slipped down, and your right breast fell free from the fabric, your brown nipple already hard from the morning chill.

He really felt like he had no choice. You were his sweet, gorgeous best friend—the one woman on earth who could make his body ache and his dick rock hard within a matter of two seconds.

He shifted his weight down a little bit, his dark eyes darkening further as he hovered over you. He ran the pad of his thumb directly across your hard, sensitive bud, glancing up through his lashes to see if you were awake.

When he saw you were still fast asleep, your breathing even and deep, his mind raced. His heavy cock twitched inside his white cotton boxers.

He ducked his head down, flicking his pink tongue right along your peak, a soft, pathetic whine catching in the back of his throat at the rich taste of you. He had dreamed about this for years.

His big, dark eyes flickered back up to your face, checking again. Your lips were parted just a little bit, looking so innocent.

His chest felt entirely too warm, his stomach aching with need. He knew he really shouldn’t be doing this to his best friend—the one line he swore he wouldn't cross when you two were just hanging out, watching movies and eating takeout. But you hadn’t ever let him touch you like this in all those years of friendship, and the temptation was eating him alive.

His lips gently enclosed around your nipple, drawing you in. His eyes almost rolled back into his head from how hot and good it felt.

He hadn’t even noticed that his right hand had drifted down, gently palming his heavy length right through the cotton of his boxers as he sucked your hard peak.

Your body shifted slightly, your torso rolling more onto your back as you continued to sleep, completely unaware your best friend was greedily devouring your exposed flesh.

He was already dangerously close, and he had barely even started. His tip was leaking pre-cum, wetting the fabric of his underwear, his hand frantically stroking himself while he gazed up at your pretty face.

His breathing was shaky and ragged. He was almost terrified of what would happen if you were to wake up right now, of how he would ever explain himself to you without losing you.

“Mmh…” he whimpered softly against your skin.

And then, as if sensing his desperation, you unconsciously arched your back up more into his mouth, chasing the friction.

Michael’s cock twitched violently, his entire body trembling. He spurted hot semen into his boxers, biting down on his lower lip to swallow a loud, breathy moan right around your peak.

Reluctantly, chest heaving, he pulled away. He stared down at your dark nipple, now glistening slickly with his saliva. Fuck, he didn’t know how much more of this secret torture he could take.

With shaky hands, he slipped out of his king-sized bed and practically scrambled into the bathroom to clean himself up.

By the time he came back out, looking flushed and trying desperately to act casual, you were stretching your arms over your head and rubbing your sleepy eyes.

“Good mornin’, Mike,” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.

He stood by the edge of the bed, offering a breathless, nervous little smile as he looked down at you.

“G’morning, Angel,” he whispered, his heart still hammering against his ribs.

[jaafarspyt]

Crush

Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader

(sub!jaafar x soft dom!reader)

synopsis: Jaafar has a not so innocent crush on his best friends older sister.

warnings: PERVY jaafar, heavy mommy kink, light slapping, masturbation, overstimulation, edging, unprotected sex, boob job, dry humping, oral fem!receiving, and slight age gap

Jaafar had a crush on you since before he could remember, You were 5 years older than him and off limits to him.

You grew up with each other. He was friends with your little brother and they were inseparable.

You played with them sometimes, when they needed a damsel in distress to save in their stories, they asked you.

You helped them with pretty much everything, advice, and stopping their arguments with one another.

You would come to Jaafar’s rescue if your brother and Jermajesty were picking at him, “You two, apologize to jaafar now! That wasn’t nice.” You would scold them as you held jaafar, and he loved every second of it.

As you all got older it changed slightly, during puberty you got meaner and wanted to only hang out with girls your age.

You hated when your parents asked you to babysit them, because you got the scolding when they would break something.

You had to comfort them all the time, “Can I sleep in here with you? They don’t wanna sleep with the night light on and I don’t like the dark.” Jaafar would whine from outside your door, You groaned and swung open your door, “Come on, but don’t make any noise. I’m on the phone with my friend.” He would smile and hug your waist.

It wasn’t all annoying, sometimes you didn’t mind hanging out with them, until they started acting like stupid boys.

Jaafar was always clung to your side as a kid, he laid on your lap during movie nights, he went to you when they would argue, he followed you around the house.

All the way up until he got older, when his crush for you got more intense he would distance himself. He didn’t know how to act around you, he was feeling a lot of things.

You, of course paid no mind to it. You didn’t know about his crush, you just thought he was going through puberty.

He remembered the first time the crush on you was solidified when he got older, you had came back from shopping, you were showing your mom all the outfits you got by trying them on.

You came out the bathroom with a cropped unbuttoned shirt, that was tied loosely at the front, with a pair of capris, the shirt had perfectly displayed your boobs.

“Oh, Did you need to use the bathroom?” You asked jaafar as you flipped your hair behind your back, giving him a full view of your boobs.

The attraction for you sparked since then, you wore clothes that showed your curvy body and he couldn’t handle it.

He felt bad for how he thought about you, you had no idea of his crush and his thoughts weren’t so innocent. They got lustful as he reached eighteen.

He did something he never thought he would do in his life. When he caught you changing from after your shower, he thought it would be okay to just watch you get changed.. but you had something else in mind. You were leaned back against your dresser, one legged propped up on your ottoman as your fingers pumped in and out of you.

Your moans filled your room, as Jaafar watched through the small crack of your door, his hands traveling to beneath his shorts.

He covered his mouth with his other hand as he pumped himself underneath his boxers, It felt so wrong to him but he couldn’t stop himself.

He just wanted to watch you pleasure yourself, he wanted to cum when you did, and stroke himself the exact same pace, you were going at.

He watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, as you rubbed your clit in slow circles. Your fingers curled inside of you, which dragged out a loud moan, that made you slap your hand against your mouth.

Your body shook and thrashed as you felt your orgasm reach, Jaafar breathed heavily into his hands, muffling his low groans. He watched liquid spurt out of you, making his eyes widen, but it sent him into his own orgasm. He leaned against the wall as his hips jerked into his hand, and he came in his boxers.

You slumped against the dresser, and you brought your fingers to your mouth sucking them clean of your own juices. Jaafar watched in awe, biting down on his lip.

He realized he had to go before someone walked upstairs and realized what he was doing, he never spoke of what happened that day to anyone and he didn’t plan to.

Jaafar was now twenty five, and you just turned thirty. You decided you wanted a family vacation with everyone, which included Jaafar and his family.

The problem for Jaafar was the rooms situation, the front desk messed up yours and his room so you were both sharing one… with one bed.

“I can take the couch, you can have the bed to yourself.” Jaafar said as he dropped his bags on the couch, “It’s fine! Besides why are you acting like that? Don’t pretend you didn’t use to come in my room, begging to sleep with me because you were afraid of the dark.” He blushed in embarrassment, covering his face. “I was ten.” He laughed softly.

“Still, I don’t mind sharing a bed just don’t take the cover.” You joked, as you walked into the bathroom. “I’m gonna get changed then head down to the pool!” You called out.

“I’ll probably head down later, I’m tired.” You finished putting on your bikini and walked out, His breath hitched as he looked you up and down, “You’re no fun.” You pout your lips, “You’ll get over it.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him and grabbed your sandals as you walked out.

You walked down the stairs to the beach area, Your mom came in to view, sitting on the beach chairs. “Where’s Jaafar?” She questioned as you sat down next to her, “He said he was too tired.”

“Did you guys figure out your sleeping situation?” You nodded as you put ur sunglasses on, “He wanted to sleep on the couch but I said it was fine.”

“He probably still has that secret crush on you.” Your head snapped in her direction, “What are you talking about?” You furrow your brows at her, “Oh come on it’s been obvious since he was a kid, he wanted to go and do everything with you.”

“Mama please, He was just a kid.” You shake your head, “Remember that time he asked you to his middle school prom.” you ponder for a second, “Oh yeah!” You laughed softly, “I totally forgot about that, but that was years ago. It was just a kid crush while he was going through puberty.”

“If you say so, He looks like he’s been shot by Cupid when he’s around you.” You roll your eyes playfully, and turn back to face the sun.

You roamed around in your bag realizing you forgot your headphones, “Shit, I’ll be back I forgot my headphones.

You slid your sandals on and jogged up the steps.

Meanwhile Jaafar had himself in a sticky predicament, your panties were in his hand as he held them to his face.

He thrusted his hips up into his hand, his back arched slightly off the bed. He was jerking off to the smell and the taste, of your used underwear you just changed out of.

He was moaning your name repeatedly, as he imagined you using him for your pleasure.

Jaafar paid no mind to the door that was now opening, you walked in and your jaw dropped at the sight of Jaafar masturbating with your panties.

You quietly closed the door, your eyes widen slightly as he moaned out your name, small whimpers escaping along with it.

Your brows raised as his cum shot out and up onto his stomach, He was oblivious to your presence, lost in pure ecstasy.

He whimpered your name as he came down from his high, “I thought you were tired.” You announce your presence, Jaafar’s eyes flew open and he sat up trying to cover himself.

“Don’t cover it now, you had no shame in being a dirty perv, with my panties in your mouth as you jerked off.”

Jaafar opened his mouth, but words never came out. This situation was supposed to be a reality check, but your words were turning him on, catching him like this, for god’s sake you were scolding him for being a disgusting perv and it was still turning him on.

“I- I’m sorry.” He whispered.

You walked closer to him, “Sorry for what?” You folded your arms across your chest, which caused your boobs to push up.

“I’m sorry for being such a disgusting pervert.” He looked up at you with glossy eyes, “I don’t think you’re being genuine.” You looked down at his cock, which was still hard.

“Have you always been like this?” He nodded his head slowly as he looked down, “What were the other times.” His eyes widen as he looked back up at you, “Um- don’t lie to me.”

“I stole a pair of your panties, that I haven’t returned.. and I watched you masturbate after you got out the shower.” Your cheeks went hot at his dirty confessions.

Jaafar bit his lip gently, “So you’ve been perving on me for some time now?” He nodded his head slowly, “Hm.” You walked over to your bag, bending down to find your vibrator.

Jaafar couldn’t help but stare, your pussy outlined by the shape of ur bikini. You pulled out your small vibrator, it had a string attached to it, and a remote for it.

“I think you need to be punished.” His eyes widened, biting back a smirk. He was turned on by this completely.

“You’re not mad?” He watched your boobs jiggle, as you walked towards him.

“I’m very mad.” Truth be told you weren’t mad at all, you were turned on that a man was so infatuated with you, so obsessed that he completely submits to you.

“What are you gonna do with that?” He leaned back on his palms, “You’re questioning me after what you just did?” He shut his mouth and just watched you silently, you leaned down and pressed the vibrator around his tip and tied it with the string.

Now the vibrator was pressed directly to his tip, it wouldn’t slip or fall. You grabbed his head, running your hands through his curls, then down to his face. He melted into your touch, leaning into your hand with his eyes closed.

“I think you deserve to be punished.” You cooed, rubbing his face with your thumb slightly.

He nodded his head rapidly, leaning closer. “I do, please punish me mommy.” You felt yourself getting wet at his words, “you’re gonna sit here, you’re not gonna cum, until I come back and say so.” You dragged your index finger from the base of his cock, and tapped softly on his tip. He whimpered softly, “Okay.” He scooted back on the bed.

You grabbed a tie from his bag and tied his hands to the bed frame, “Stay put and be a good boy.” You booped his nose with your index finger and walked away.

You grabbed the remote and your headphones, putting them both in your tote bag.

You waited until you were on the beach, to press one of the levels on the remote. “You finally found them? I got you a drink but all the ice has melted by now.” Your mom handed you a lemonade, “I forgot where I put them.” You lied as you took a sip of your drink.

You pulled your sunglasses over your eyes, and reached inside your bag, you pondered before pressing the highest level on the remote. You grabbed your headphones with a smirk, that should make him squirm for a few minutes.

You closed your eyes, getting ready to relax until you felt water spray on you. Your eyes flew open and you saw your brother with a water gun.

“Seriously Malik? I’m gonna kill you!” You grabbed one of the water guns and chased him down the beach. As you sprayed him with water jaafar and the vibrator seemed to slip from your mind, leaving him helpless upstairs.

Jaafar was a whimpering mess upstairs, his hands thrashed against the rope, he was sweating bullets to keep himself from cumming. His abs were clenched, his legs moved frantically on the bed.

He wanted to cum so bad but not as much as he wanted your praise, He wanted you to see how good he was doing. Moans left out his mouth as tears ran down his face.

Meanwhile you were carefree downstairs, messing with your brother. “Honey, stop trying to strangle your brother.” Your mom called out, not bothering to look up from her magazine. You groaned and pushed him down into the stand.

“Punk.” You buck at him and walk away, “you two are too grown to be still fighting.” She rolled her eyes while shaking her head.

“He started it!” She closed her magazine shut, “You two get ready for dinner soon, and stop the fighting. You’re adults.”

“Fine.” You grabbed your bag and walked inside, heading straight for the elevator.

You arrived on your floor, humming softly to yourself as you unlocked the door with the keycard.

Your ears were filled with his loud moans and whimpers, as soon as you open the door.

You had totally forgot you left Jaafar up here, forbidding him from cumming.

You walked closer to him, his eyes watching your every move. You took the sight in, he was completely wrecked. He was drenched in sweat, his nose was runny, tears were streaming down his cheeks, and his curls stuck to his forehead.

“Wow, I didn’t think you could do it.” You pulled the remote out your bag and crawled onto the bed, towards him.

His eyes looked down at your boobs on display, cupped perfectly in your bikini. “I think you deserve a reward.” A smile graced his lips as he nodded.

You leaned down, until your mouth was directly above his cock. Your ass jutted in the air, “Please mommy.” He whined, as you turned off the vibrator.

“Be a good boy and cum.” Thats all it took for him, Jaafar moaned loudly as his abs clenched, his legs tensed, his body spasmed. The welling pressure that built up immediately released, just from a few words.

Hot thick ropes of his cum spurted into your mouth, it was nonstop. His eyes squeezed shut as he let out soft, low grunts.

You let his cum sit in your mouth, as you crawled up the bed. You straddled his lap and grabbed his jaw to force his mouth to open.

You transferred his cum from your mouth to his, slowly spitting it into his mouth. He whimpered from the taste and leaned up to kiss you.

He moaned into the kiss, your tongues fighting one another, you both enjoyed the salty taste of his cum that lingered. You sucked on his tongue, then dragged your tongue down his neck, lapping up his sweat.

“You did so good for me.” You cooed, as you stroked his curls. You undid the tie on his hands, “Get cleaned up for dinner okay.” He nodded as he looked up at you, “I’ll tell you what to do after your shower.” You untied the string around his tip, then got off him.

You walked over to your suitcase and picked out your outfit as he walked into the bathroom. You got dressed as he took his shower.

You added small retouches to your make up, you put your hair into half up-half down style, perfecting your edges.

You applied your lip gloss, smacking your lips together as you stared in the mirror.

Jaafar walked out the bathroom as you were strapping your heels onto your feet.

You looked up, admiring the way the water droplets fell from his hair to his face, slowly dripping down his chest, to his abs.

The towel was perfectly low on his hips, so you could see his v line, “Come here.” He walked to you with his hands behind his back, You grabbed the vibrator and looked up at him as he hovered over you, “You’re gonna have this on during dinner, you’re not gonna cum until I say so, okay?” He nodded quickly.

“Okay.” He watched as you wrapped your fingers around his cock and tied the vibrator to his tip, once again.

He whimpered softly, “What if they catch on?”

“They won’t, as long as you don’t make a noise.” He nodded and walked to his suitcase to get dressed.

You looked over your shoulder for a split second, everything about him was perfect.. even the ass. You smiled and bit down on your bottom lip gently.

Your eyes would flicker from your phone to his body, as he got dressed. You wanted to skip the dinner and have him fuck you right there, in all honesty.

“You should probably wear sunglasses, your eyes are red and puffy.” You tease, his cheeks went hot and he grabbed a pair of his sunglasses to cover his face.

You stood up and grabbed the remote, before walking out with him following right behind you like a puppy. You walked to the elevator, your foot tapping against the tile floor.

When the elevator opened, it revealed an older couple, you smiled at them briefly and leaned against the rail.

You turned the vibrator on to medium, Jaafar grunted, covering it up with a cough.

You smirked to yourself, his lips parted slightly, a small breath leaving his lips.

He threw his head back, trying to keep hips from jerking, the elevator dinged and the older couple got off.

As soon as the doors closed, loud moans erupted from his lips. “P- Please.” He whined.

He placed his hands on either side of you, hovering over you, “You’re being needy.” He looked down at you with glossy eyes, “I’m sorry mommy.” You bit your lip, gosh he was turning you on so much.

“I just want you to use me.” His hips rocked against you, “You’re being a bad boy.” You pushed him back onto the other side, “You’re gonna be patient, and you’re gonna wait for whenever I wanna use you.” He nodded quickly, “I’m sorry for being impatient.”

You stepped back as the elevator dinged, “Now come on.” He followed behind you like he was on a leash, You walked to the outdoor restaurant and looked for your family’s table.

“About time.” Your dad complained. You rolled your eyes, “Dad, stop complaining all the time.” Jaafar pulled out your chair and his chair as he sat down.

You thanked him, resting your hand on his thigh underneath the table. His breath hitched, you could feel his gaze on you.

You turned it to the lowest setting, finally giving him a break. As the night went on you would tease him by turning it on the highest setting, then to the lowest. Back and forth.

“You’re so quiet over there Jaafar.” Your mom called out from the end of the table, when he opened up his mouth you turned it on the highest setting.

“I- mm- My body’s just sore and tired, training for the role just hasn’t been s- so easy on me.” He did his best to keep a straight face, a moan dared to slip out.

You texted Jaafar to follow you after five minutes, “I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” You squeezed Jaafar’s thigh as you got up.

You walked into the family bathroom and leaned on the wall, waiting patiently as you fixed yourself up in the mirror.

Shortly after the door opened and he locked it behind him, You grabbed him by his collar and pushed him into the stall.

He let out a low gasp in surprise, his hands finding your waist as you pushed him down onto the toilet.

You captured his soft plump lips in a kiss, his hands roamed your body as he melted into the kiss.

His moans got louder, feeling you grind against him as the vibrator continued its torture on his tip.

You pulled back from the kiss, kissing down his neck, as you rocked your hips back and forth.

“It’s too much.” He breathed out, you ignored his words as you grinded down on him harder, feeling your panties fill with your own slick arousal.

“You can wait for me, right?” He looked up at you with lidded eyes, “I can’t do it.” He whimpered, his eyes watering.

“Aw, That’ll upset me. You don’t wanna make me mad do ya?” He bit down on his lip, “No. I just wanna please and make you happy.” He whined, staring up into your eyes.

“Good. Then be a good boy and hold it in for me.” You gripped his shoulders, rolling your hips in a circular motion.

“Fuck.” You cursed at the feeling, you didn’t feel enough. You got up and unzipped your pants, and quickly pulled them down.

Revealing your thong that was damp from your slick. You sat back down directly on his clothed crotch.

You immediately rocked your hips back and forth, your moans soft and low.

You felt the vibration through his jeans, his zipper caught your clit, making your hips buck and a loud moan erupt from your lips.

Your arousal was seeping through your underwear, now coating his jeans. Jaafar bucked his hips up and into you, making you jerk slightly. His dick was begging to be freed, he wanted to feel and fill your insides so badly.

You cupped his face and kissed him hard and fast, your teeth clashed, your tongues fought, saliva swapped. You were both lost in one another feeling electricity coursing through you.

Jaafar’s hands gripped your ass harshly, kneading it his hands. You could feel yourself getting closer, each time your clit hit his cold zipper through your panties, that were now ruined.

You ran your hands through his soft curls, tugging at them slightly as you felt your orgasm creep up. “You wanna cum?” He nodded quickly, “Yes! Yes!” He whimpered loudly, he was overwhelmed with pleasure, your cunt constantly rubbing against his clothed dick as the vibrator buzzed around his tip.

“Cum with me.” You threw your head back and moaned loudly, He bucked his hips into you and held you against him.

His hips jerked against you as he felt himself let go, a tidal wave crashing over him. His body spasmed as he convulsed against you. His cum slowly wetting his boxers inside his jeans.

You came shortly after him, chasing after your release as you rocked your hips. Your body tensed up, your abs clenched, as your hips jerked. Your body convulsed as your creamy essence oozed out of you and into your panties.

A wet spot formed on his crotch, slightly damp from your juices. “Fuck.” You whispered, as you looked down at him. His lips were bruised and wet from your kisses, dried tears were on his cheeks from the overstimulation.

You forgot about the vibrator, “Sorry!” You reached down in your pants and turned it off quickly. You giggled and leaned into his neck. “I forgot I didn’t turn it off.”

“I didn’t mind.” You lifted your head up and stared down at him, “You’re so needy.” You captured his lips in a short but intense kiss, “Let’s get back before they wonder where we are, leave 5 minutes after me.” You got up and stepped into your jeans.

He nodded as you fixed yourself in the mirror, you left out while flipping your hair behind your back.

Good thing everyone was too wrapped up in their own couples, talking to each other. So no one would question either of your absence.

You texted Jaafar a change of plans, you told him to meet by the elevator. You managed to slip away while everyone was wrapped up in their own conversations.

You walked quickly to the elevator, you were too horny to even eat. You just wanted to get upstairs and get fucked senseless.

Jaafar stood by the elevator on his phone, you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to you.

“Mmph” He sighed into the kiss, his hands finding your waist for a steady balance. His body hovering over yours.

You pressed the button as you deepened the kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth. Not having sex in months really made you hornier than usual.

Jaafar is exactly what you needed in a man since no one could satisfy you.. at least not properly. When the doors opened he pushed you against the back, hiking your leg up and resting it on his waist.

He leaned down and kissed down your neck, slowly sucking on a sensitive spot that left you moaning.

He broke the kiss when the elevators door dinged, you both quickly left out and he followed behind you as you opened the door.

“Stay.” You walked to the bed and sat down, “Crawl to me.” Jaafar immediately got on his knees, and crawled to you, his eyes on yours the entire time.

You stopped him by planting your heel on his chest, he sat back onto his heels. You dragged your foot down his chest, to his crotch. Pressing down on his erection harshly.

Jaafar whimpered at the pressure, making you smirk. “Take them off.” He grabbed your foot and unstrapped your heel from each foot.

“Now my pants.” You lifted your hips, so he could slide them off of you. He tugged them down and onto the floor.

“Look at the mess you made me make.” You spread your legs, so he could see your panties that were riddled with your cum, “I’m sorry mommy.”

“Clean it up for me.” He immediately pushed his head between your thighs, his warm tongue latched onto your cunt, he licked you through your panties.

You threw your head back with a moan, He sucked your cum from your panties, desperate for more.

“T- Take them off.” He immediately obliged and raised up to pull your panties off.

You lifted up and scooted back slightly so he had better access, He pulled them down and tossed it to the side.

He scooted closer against the bed and grabbed your legs, placing them on top of his shoulders.

Jaafar didn’t need another command to dive back in, He plunged his tongue inside your sopping hole, flicking it slow and deliberate.

Your thighs clenched around his head, his nose rubbed against your clit as he dragged his tongue down your slit. “Jaafar.” You whine, your moans encouraged him to go even faster.

He flicked his tongue side to side, flattening it before he plunged it back into your hole.

Jaafar moaned into you sending a vibration through you, he rocked his hips against the corner of the bed. His knees spreading as he went up and down.

He couldn’t help but grind against the bottom corner of the bed, eating you out was turning him on so much.

As his tongue explored you his hips thrusted against the edge, Jaafar moaned into you helplessly. “You’re doing so good, such a good boy.” You moan as you tugged on his curls.

That was it for Jaafar, he moaned loudly before, rocking his hips once more as his orgasm took over him. His body convulsed then went rigid as he let out a choked out sob between your thighs.

He whimpered, tears brimming his eyes. Your brows furrowed and you lifted your head. “Jaafar.. Did you just?” You pause looking down at his wrecked state, He looked up at you with teary eyes, before nodding slowly. “I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cum.. you just tasted so good and when you called me a good boy.. it just made me- you know.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You came just from that?” He nodded, “Get naked and get on the bed.” You commanded, He immediately stood up and removed his clothes.

His thighs were covered in his own mess, He sat down on the bed and scooted to the back. You straddled his lap, you removed the vibrator from his tip and tossed it to the side.

“I’m not mad that you came, in fact it turned me on that you came from just that.” You gripped his jaw, he stared up at you with glossy eyes.

“When you would dream about me.. what did I do in them?” You questioned, making his cheeks go red and look away.

“Like this, you would be on top of me.. riding me.” You grabbed his dick and slowly lowered your hips onto his length. “Like this?” You breathe out a moan, He whimpered with a nod.

You planted your feet into the bed and bounced up and down, his cock stretching you out with each bounce. Both of your moans filled the room as you rocked your hips bock and forth.

“What else would I be doing?” You grabbed his chin, making him look at you. “You w- would t- tell me how good it feels.”

“Oh yeah?” He nodded as he bit down on his lip, his brows knitted with his eyes closed. “Well you definitely do feel good.”

“You’re stretching me out every time I come down, you manage to reach even deeper.” You moaned, moving onto your knees so you could move better.

You grabbed his hand and led it to your stomach, so he could feel his bulge inside of you. “You feel that? That’s your big cock poking at my insides.. just look at it.” His eyes flew opened as he looked down at his hands, he watched it disappear and reappear with every bounce.

His moans became louder now, “Does that turn you on?” He nodded and you lightly slapped his face, “use your words.”

“Yes! Yes mommy, it turns me on so much.” He grunted, staring up into your eyes.

He bucked his hips up, wanting to feel even more of you. Your walls fluttered around him feeling his dick hit your cervix.

You moaned loudly and your orgasm overtook you suddenly, your hips slowed as your legs shook. You bit down on your lip harshly as your hips jerked.

Your cream oozed out, coating his dick. You rested on his chest as he rode out your orgasm, slowly rolling his hips under you.

You rose up, “You still haven’t cum?” He shook his head no, “I wanted to wait for your permission.” You bit your lip.

“What else did I do in your dreams?” You rolled your hips slow and deliberate, “Umm.” He chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes flickering to your boobs then back to your face.

“What, did you have my boobs in your face?” You tease. He exhaled looking away, “I would.. put my dick between your boobs.” He murmured, your brows raised.

“Oh.” You bit your lip, getting off his lap and laying against the pillows. “What are you waiting for?” His eyes widened and he raised up, swinging his leg over your body.

You cupped your boobs in each hand, with a shaky breath he slid his dick between your breast. You pushed your boobs together, surrounding his length.

He groaned, throwing his head back as he thrusted his hips back and forth.

You watched Jaafar lose himself in the feeling of his cock thrusting between your boobs.

You stuck your tongue so every time he thrusted forward, his tip would catch it. He moaned softly feeling your tongue graze his tip with each thrust.

Jaafar loved what he was feeling, it was like your boobs were massaging his length perfectly. He scooted closer to feel more of your tongue as he thrusted his hips.

“You wanna cum on my face, don’t you?” He nodded his head frantically, looking down at you with lidded eyes. “Say it.”

“I wanna cum on your face mommy.” He whimpered, he was losing the rhythm in his thrust.

“Be a good boy and paint my pretty face with your cum.” He moaned loudly, his hips stuttering.

He lifted up from your boobs and stroked his cock over your face, He used one hand to hold himself up, as he shot warm, thick ropes of his cum onto your face.

Jaafar felt pure ecstasy as he emptied his load on your face, “Good boy.” You licked your lips, tasting his salty cum.

Jaafar fell back onto the bed, His chest heaving up and down. “Is that how you imagined it in your dream?”

“This was way better than my stupid dream.”

a/n: I have to admit i love pervy jaafar and subby jaafar so of course I had to mix the two. also this took a week so I hope you enjoyed.

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[theonlyonlinefish]

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬|𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who would climb up the side of your house and sneak in through your bedroom window. Knowing exactly what time everybody was fast asleep or out of the house. Sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you finish your night routine at your vanity. He’d always get aroused watching you pamper yourself

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who loved when you wore silk pajamas because it was so soft on your skin and always complimented your skin tone. He loved the way your softness felt against him

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who somehow always would get you to sit in his lap, convincing you it was normal to grind against his belt for your own satisfaction. Coaching you through an orgasm and loving to watch your fluids leak from under your gown

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who couldn’t help but to stare at your breasts on the verge of spilling out. “Accidentally” dropping the straps on your top to see your nipples fully exposed. Enforcing you stare at him while he sucks your nipples

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who finally admitted how badly he needed you. Confessing how much he craves you and masturbates to the thought of you riding him

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who unbuckled his jeans and masturbated in front of you. Using your spit as lubricant and watching you play with your breasts, massaging them and softly spitting on your nipples

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who instructed you on how to play with yourself, teaching you how to rub your hand against your clitoris in a circular motion until you found a sweet spot

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who sucked on your nipples hard enough to leave bruises behind , groaning into your skin as you took over jerking him off. Biting your lip as you stroked him—listening to his whimpering as you gently pressed your thumb against his wet tip making him get louder

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who was so embarrassed that he came so hard over himself and your hand. Flustered at the mess he had made. But quickly his dick got hard all over again watching you swallow the cum off yourself and his tip before making out with him

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who begged you just to let him stick the tip in. Rubbing the head of his dick constantly against your entrance, shivering at the wet and warm sensations between your legs

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who held you up by your waist, allowing you to freely grind against his dick, watching your body fluids leak all over him with each passing. Your grip around his neck tightening as you could feel yourself preparing to cream on his dick, his eyes lit up being astonished at how messy you could get and how filthy your mouth was

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who had finally given into his temptations and thrusted himself in between your tightly closed thighs, moaning and crying in your ear—telling you how wet your pussy was and thanking you for relieving him. Until he couldn’t hold in the urge anymore and came in between your thighs, barely missing your entrance

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imagine :

michael loves watching you cum 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

𑣲. content: 18+, smut, penetration, dirty talk. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

michael was hovering over you, his broad chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate rhythm. he was entirely consumed, his dark eyes burning with an intense, laser-focused devotion that made your heart hammer against your ribs.

he wasn't in a rush. he shifted his weight with excruciating slowness, rolling his hips forward just enough to make the air catch in your throat before drawing back again. he was utterly obsessed with you—with every tiny, involuntary reaction your body gave him.

his broad, warm hands were clamped firmly on the insides of your thighs, keeping them held steady, feeling the delicate, uncontrollable trembling in your muscles every time he shifted his weight.

"look at you...pretty baby.." he breathed out, his voice a low, raspy velvet that sent a shiver straight down your spine. the tone of his voice heavy and dripping with raw warmth. "look how pretty you look when you're completely undone for me..."

you let out a soft, breathy sigh, your hands reaching up urgently to grip his biceps. your knuckles turned white as your fingers dug into his arms, pulling him down, needing the full weight of him against you.

your eyebrows furrowed into a sweet, frustrated knot as the sensation built up, your head tilting back into the damp pillow while your lips parted into a helpless little pout.

michael let out a soft, breathless laugh against your neck. he lifted himself up slightly on one elbow, using his free hand to catch your chin, tilting your face up so he could watch every micro-expression.

he moved again—a short, deep push that made your back arch right off the mattress—his voice taking on a quiet, teasing edge.

"yeah, baby? right there?" he asked softly, his tone smooth and knowing as he adjusted his angle, driving into that exact spot with agonizing precision. "that where you like it, mama? hmm? tell me."

"michael..." you gasped out, your voice entirely delicate. unable to elaborate any other words.

"don't close your eyes on me, girl," he instructed softly, his voice dropping into a low, quiet command. "keep 'em open. keep those pretty eyes on me. i wanna see you."

your eyelashes fluttered heavily, your vision clouded over with pure heat, but you forced your eyes to stay locked on his.

he leaned down closer, his chest pressing gently against yours, his lips brushing right against the shell of your ear as he kept up that torturously slow, steady rhythm.

"you feel that, baby?" he whispered against your skin, his tone low and soft. "you feel how tight you are around me, mama? yeah? feel so good..."

the wave hit you all at once, taking your breath straight out of your lungs. you held onto his shoulders urgently, your thighs shaking against his sides as you held on like you were drowning. your inner walls clenched against him in tight, rhythmic pulses.

michael felt every single contraction, drawing a sharp, breathy gasp out of his own chest. he held you right against him, his eyes burning into yours as he drank in the sight of you completely overwhelmed, breathless, and totally his.

"that's it, mama..." he murmured softly, his voice thick with deep satisfaction. "just like that, baby... hold onto me."

[jaafarspyt]

Unwanted Spotlight 2

Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader

read part one here

synopsis: you and Jaafar have an unexpected reunion after your breakup, you both aren’t over each other

warnings: angst, fluff, smut, reconciliation sex, unprotected sex, jaafars pretty pathetic for reader, and lowkey cheating if you squint

5 months later

The restaurant was extremely busy as you walked through aisles with tray’s, trying not to bump into anyone. You were helping your mom by taking over for her shift for the week since she was sick.

The owner had a soft spot for your mom, she was a loyal worker for years. “y/n could you serve my table for me? They need more help in the back.” Your coworker ask as you set down the trays in the kitchen, “Sure!” You dusted your hands on your apron and grabbed her notepad and pen. “It’s table 7.”

You walked to the booth only seeing a woman’s head from afar, “Hi, What can I get you started with?” You flashed a smile as you approached her, looking back down at your notepad.

“Y/N?” You froze, hearing a voice you knew too well. You looked up and saw Jaafar sitting there with an expression you couldn’t read, but you were both feeling the same emotion.

“You know her?” The woman across from him spoke up, you were both too starstruck to register anything else around you.

“Jaafar?” She snapped his fingers in his face, snapping him out of the trance he was in. “Yeah.. She’s- an old friend!” You interrupt, they were clearly on a date, both dressed fancy. You couldn’t have him announce that you were his ex on a date.

“So what can I get you two?” Jaafar was still trying to process what was happening, his eyes searched your face for any type of emotion. “I’ll get the strawberry lemonade.”

“I’ll get the sweet tea.” Jaafar tried to force his eyes to look anywhere else, but you were the only thing on his mind.

Even when his date’s voice filled his ears, You were the only thing on his mind.

Jaafar noticed every time his eyes would dart to the kitchen area just to get a glimpse of you, or he would stare as you served different people.

So many memories and emotions came flooding back to him, Your first date played in his mind, your first kiss, and his favorite memory was the first time you guys had sex. Everything came rushing back for him.

On the other hand you were a mess mentally, Your mind was scrambled. You couldn’t help but glance at him every time you would walk out the kitchen.

After the break up you deactivated all of your socials, got a new phone, a new number, and you locked your old phone away in a box full of Jaafar items. You wanted to close that chapter in your life without feeling like complete shit, But now that said same chapter is in front of you.

You didn’t properly move on, you still thought about what he was doing from time to time. You wondered if he was thinking the same thing.. who are you kidding, he clearly wasn’t.

He now has a girlfriend and you definitely weren’t on his mind, but there were many things on your mind at least.

How fast did Jaafar move on?

What does he think of you?

Was it easy to move on?

A plate dropping snapped you out of your thoughts, You shook your head and grabbed the drinks from the top counter.

You walked to Jaafar’s table, The woman’s eyes pierced your soul. Her smile from earlier was gone.

“Okay, I got a strawberry lemonade and a sweet tea.” You placed them down, handing them straws.

“So, Are you two ready to order?” You flash them both a smile, “I’ll have the shrimp Alfredo with the garlic bread.” You nodded as you wrote her order down.

“And you?”

An explanation for starters, is what Jaafar wanted to say to you. “I’ll have the steak, well done.” He folded his menu and handed it to you, “Would you like a side of fries with that?” His heart twinged, you still remembered his favorite.

“Yes.” He smiled slightly at you, His smile still did something to you. You nodded and grabbed the menu, your fingertips grazing slightly, causing chills to run through each of your spines.

You walked away still feeling his eyes on you, “Babe?” Jaafar heard snapping which pulled him out of his trance, “W- What?” He looked towards his girlfriend.

“What type of old friend is she? Because you look like a lost puppy but instead he’s finally found his owner.” She snapped at him with her teeth gritted.

“Maddie, Don’t start.” Jaafar internally rolled his eyes, “It’s not like that.” He lied with an exhale, before sipping on his drink.

“Why are you acting like I’m crazy?” Jaafar groaned lowly, “I’m not but you’re making assumptions based off a five minute interaction.”

“Don’t turn this date into something it shouldn’t be.” Jaafar grabbed her hand, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” She leaned forward and pecked his lips slowly.

You watched from afar, trying to force yourself to look away. Who were you kidding? You definitely weren’t on his mind and you were clearly stuck in the past.

He moved on.

You chewed on your bottom lip, finally managing to pry your eyes away from him. You walked into the back, running your hand down your face. “You good girl?” Your coworker’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, “Y- Yeah it’s just busy, my mind is all over the place.” You gave her a forced smile as you walked away.

You grabbed the tray of food balancing it on your hand, as you walked down the aisle trying to avoid bumping into people.

“Okay! Here’s your shrimp Alfredo, and the steak with a side of fries.” You smiled down at them, as you placed the plates on the table.

“They’re both extremely hot, so I’d advise you to wait a minute.” They nodded, “Thank you.”

“No problem, I’ll be around if you need something from me.” You walked away, your smile immediately dropping from your face.

You walked out the back of the restaurant as you lit a cigarette, “Finally.” You exhaled before putting it between your lips.

“Y/N” You heard your name being called, making you stop in your tracks. Jaafar stood there with his hands in his pockets, a cap covering his eyes.

“Jaafar?” He walked closer to you and you backed up instinctively, making him stop in his tracks.

“I just wanna talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You blew smoke out your mouth, “When’d you start doing that?” Jaafar gestured to the cigarette in your hand, “What does it matter t’you?” His hands dropped to his sides, “I just wanna have a conversation.”

“About what?” You kicked a rock with your shoe, avoiding eye contact.

“Stop with the bullshit, you know exactly what. You end our relationship with a letter and you block me so I can’t call you?!” He grabbed your hand, his hands immediately warming your cold ones up.

“Don’t touch me.” He immediately let go of your hand, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you.. I just-“ He sighed and ran his hands down his face.

“I just wanna know why.” He spoke with a low tone, his voice cracking. “Was it something I did? Did I push you too much- God, Jaafar stop being so self centered- Not everything is about you.” You turned away from him, you thought the colder you were the faster he would give up.

“Are you kidding me?” He scoffed and walked closer to you, “You don’t get to do that, you left me with a pathetic note!”

“Did you think I wouldn’t have cared? The person I love disappearing without a word, Do you think that low of me?”

“You seem fine now! You have a girlfriend- Don’t pull that card on me.” He cut your words off, “You’ve moved on, why does my reasoning still matter Jaafar?”

“Because I still love you! I always will!” You froze, his words making your heart pump rapidly.

“Do- Don’t say that.” He grabbed you suddenly, making you drop your cigarette, but you couldn’t care less.

He cupped your face, your face was barely an inch from his. “I’ve been trying to fill an empty void with Maddie, I miss you more and more everyday. I miss your laugh, your smile, I miss waking up next to you, I miss it all.”

“We can’t happen again Jaafar, we’re better off separate. You have to learn that, I did.” You removed his hands from your face, “What is that suppose to mean?”

“Ask your father.” You dropped his hands from your face and walked away.

Jaafar let out a shaky breath as he ran his hands down his face. “Fuck.”

Jaafar sipped his water as he waited for his father to arrive, his leg bouncing rapidly. He was at a breakfast spot, along with Randy and jermajesty. “You good bro?” Jermajesty looked towards him.

“Maddie probably complained about something again.” Randy joked, making jaafar kick his leg. “Shut up dumbass.” Randy laughed loudly,

“I’m waiting for dad to get here, I invited y’all asses to come, so someone could stop me from going crazy.”

“What happened now?” Jaafar ignored Randy’s question as Jermaine walked in.

“Hey sons, did yall order already?” Jaafar sat up straight, cracking his knuckles.

“Jaafar wanted to wait for you.” Jaafar forced a smile, “I actually don’t have an appetite.” Jaafar mumbled as he sipped his water then put it down a hard clink.

“I hope you’re paying-“ Randy’s words got cut short with a kick from under the table from jermajesty, He could tell something was up.

“I saw.. Y/N two days ago, can you believe it? She served me at a restaurant.” Jermaine froze for the slightest second, but recovered quickly. “Didn’t you two have a-“ Jermajesty kicked Randy, once again signaling him to shut up.

“I always knew she was no good for you.” Jermaine avoided eye contact, Jaafar could tell he was hiding something.

“You know I hate how you talk about her.” Jermaine groaned, “I don’t know why you’re still defending that gold digger, you have Maddie and she’s much better in all aspects!” Jermaine complained.

“Far from it.” Jaafar rose forward in his seat, “I didn’t just see her, I talked to her.” Jermaine finally looked up, “You came up actually, about why she left me.”

“I was doing it in your best in- Aht, I want you to tell me exactly what you said to her, I wanna know why my fathers words played into the reason my relationship went left.” Jaafar cut him off, keeping his voice low.

Jermaine cleared his throat and told him exactly what happened, Randy and jermajesty looked at each other with terrified expressions plastered on their face. They knew Jaafar was gonna lose his shit right then and there.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Jermajesty immediately held Jaafar down in his seat, so he couldn’t stand up. “This is why I didn’t tell you, you were gonna react out of character and she’s already made us fought enough!”

“You have no right to speak to my woman! You made her rethink her entire existence and our relationship!” Jaafar yelled now causing a scene, a few people pulling out their phones to record.

“You’re being irrational— You made her feel like complete shit, and she thought she deserved it! She suffered criticism from you and the media. You were supposed to welcome her, but instead you went behind my back and filled complete bullshit into her head.” Jaafar pointed his finger at him, now in his face.

“You know I love Y/N, and you know if the choice came down to it.. I would’ve picked her over you, but you couldn’t have that with your ego, huh?” Jermajesty slightly pulled at Jaafar to keep him from lunging at Jermaine

“That’s why as soon as she left you pushed maddie into my lap, you’re a pathetic excuse of a father. I’ve been miserable the past 5 months all because of you. You ran the person I truly loved out of my life, all because you couldn’t handle someone being a lower class than you. Don’t contact me again.” Jaafar yanked himself out of his brother’s grip and walked out the restaurant.

Jermajesty sighed loudly, “I’ll go check on him.” Jaafar bent over, placing his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

His life didn’t feel real, He couldn’t believe what just happened. “Jaafar wait!” Jermajesty swung the door open, “No, I’m not going back in there!” Jaafar rose up and walked to his car.

“I know- just calm down for a second.” Jermajesty grabbed his shoulders, “What dad did was fucked up, we’re definitely gonna get on his ass about it.”

Jermajesty hugged him briefly and tightly, “You should go talk to her again- It’s too late! She already gave up on us.” A singular tear rolled down his cheek, “I need a break, I can’t deal with this.” Jaafar quickly walked away to his car.

He went to the only place he knew that could calm him down.

“Sweetie, Have you seen this?” Your mom held up her phone, as you walked into the kitchen. “Mama, now you know damn well I don’t have social media anymore.” You chuckled while grabbing a pop tart, “I know but it’s about Jaafar.” You froze in your spot, “I don’t wanna know about him.” You lied. “He’s yelling at his father in this video, some fan recorded him.” Your eyes widen slightly.

“I don’t care.” You walked to your room and immediately got on your phone, placing your headphones around your ear. You searched him up on safari to find what your mom was talking about.

Your thumb hovered over the play button, you pressed it hesitantly. Your ears immediately filled with yelling. Jaafar was standing up, leaning over a table as he yelled in Jermaine’s face.

Tears brimmed at your eyes, your heart twinged. The exact opposite of what you wanted was happening, you didn’t wanna cause a riff between him and his father, so you put his feelings first and left.

You bit your nail as you kept replaying the video, You didn’t know what overtook you but you got up.

You stepped into a pair of shorts and grabbed your keys, You walked out your room and down the hallway. “I’m gonna be out for a minute mama, don’t wait up!” You kicked your slides on and left out the front door.

It was a shot in the dark but deep down you knew, you knew Jaafar would only go one place after a situation like this.

You pulled up to a lake near a forest, You knew Jaafar loved the sound of water and seeing animals that were close by.

You grabbed your blanket off the passenger seat and got out the car, you walked down the small hill and saw jaafar sitting there. You approached him silently.

He was holding a duck, you stifled a laugh. “I don’t think that duck likes you.” You called out, as you walked closer to him.

Jaafar’s head snapped in your direction, “Y/N?” His face went from confusion to happiness in a split second. “Hey.” You mumbled as you finally reached him.

“I- What are you doing here?” He looked up at you, “I come here sometimes too.” You lied, laying the blanket down behind him.

“Crinkle.” He pointed out as he let the duck go into the grass, you rolled your eyes playfully.

He sat down on the blanket, “I saw the video.” You mumbled as you took off your slides and sat on the blanket.

“I’m sorry.” You both said in unison, as you faced each other. A soft laugh erupted from the both of you, silence engulfed shortly after.

You spoke up first, “Jaafar.. I’m sorry for how I left things with you.” Jaafar’s stared into your eyes, you didn’t notice how his eyes flickered to your lips. “You didn’t deserve-“ Jaafar cupped your face and kissed you abruptly.

You squealed into the kiss, catching you off guard completely. You melted into the kiss, an unexplainable feeling washing over you as you closed your eyes.

You kissed him back, his tongue grazed your bottom lip, signaling he wanted you to open your mouth. You let him in without hesitation, his tongue exploring your mouth immediately. You moaned softly, feeling your tongues softly fight one another.

You pulled back slowly, “I still need to apologize- I don’t care, I never did. I don’t blame you for what happened, and I never will.. I was just upset but also happy, seeing you after a long time brought back so many overwhelming emotions.” He cut you off, placing his hand on top of yours.

“I love you and will never stop loving you, I don’t care what anyone says, matter of fact I’ll kill-“ Your eyes widened as you covered his mouth, “Okay that’s enough from you.” He licked your hand, making you squeal and pull away.

“You’re so gross.” You slapped his shoulder playfully, “What? You used to love when I licked you.” His words had your thighs clenching together.

“Especially here.” He whispered as he leaned closer, licking the sensitive spot on your neck, causing a soft moan to erupt from your lips.

“And here.” Jaafar licked your collarbone, you squeezed your eyes shut. “What about- I broke up with her the day after I talked to you.” Your eyes widened, “I was trying to fill a void, based off my father’s decision.” You rubbed his face, “I’m sorry about your dad too, I know how you two were so close.”

Jaafar’s eye twitched at the mention of his dad, “I don’t care about that bastard, not after what he said to you.”

“I’d choose you over him in a heartbeat.” You hid your face in your hands out of shyness, “I feel like this whole time you’ve just been reassuring me, when I should be the one to do that.” You joked with a soft laugh, looking down at the blanket.

“I love loving you out loud, I’m not ashamed of it. I know you love me, you don’t have to say it.. you put my father’s and my feelings first, it’s time you put yours first.” He lifted up and grabbed a flower from the ground.

“So, will you take me back so I can love you unconditionally?” He smiled while tying the flower into a ring shape. You giggled and put your hand out, “Yes, I will take you back jaafar.” His smile widened even further, as he put it on your finger.

You picked a flower out the ground, “Your fingers are too damn big, give me your pinky.” He chuckled and stuck his pinky out.

“But you love how big and long they are, so they can reach that spot you love.” He whispered in your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

“Jaafar.” You gasp and push him back on the blanket, He laughed loudly as he fell back.

“Oh c’mon, why are you acting brand new?” You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, straddling his waist so you were on top of him.

“Maybe I just forgot how horny you can be!” He scoffed and slapped your ass. “You’re one to talk.” You smirked and leaned down, your hips rocking slightly.

“See, you’re so eager for it.” He muttered as he kissed on your neck slowly, his kisses wet and warm on your skin.

“I missed this so bad, no one will ever compare to you.” You moaned softly as he tugged the hem of your shirt, pulling it up so your breast spilled out.

You two were so lost in each other, you didn’t care that y’all were gonna have sex at a lake.

Jaafar rose up and held you as he gently laid you down on the blanket, so he was on top of you.

He unzipped his pants as you lifted up slightly and shimmied out your shorts. “I missed seeing you, everyday.” He muttered as he pulled his pants down along with his boxers.

“Me too, I couldn’t finish without you.” His eyes flared with lust, hearing that turned him on to a new level. “Oh yeah? I guess I have 5 months to make up for, huh?” You nodded as you bit down on your bottom lip, He wrapped his hand around his length and he stroked himself, Precum oozing out of his tip.

You sucked in a sharp breath, the cool air hitting your bare pussy. He lowered himself between your legs, dragging his tip down your slit.

“Jaafar.” He let out a soft exhale before pushing his length in slowly, the pace he entered you with was torture.

It’s like he wanted you to feel how much he was stretching you out, inch by inch.

“Jaafar.. please.” You whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut. Jaafar bit his lip harshly, practically drawing blood. The feeling of your walls squeezing around him was an indescribable feeling.

“It’s been a minute mama, you’re suffocating me.” He groaned, he grabbed your thighs as he rammed into you suddenly.

A scream erupted from your lips, “You wanna let the whole word know we’re fucking?” He let out a breathless laugh as his hips drove into you.

“I- I can’t h- help it.. you’re filling me up.” You spoke in between moans, biting your lip as you looked up at him with hazy eyes.

Jaafar moaned softly, his eyes squeezing shut for a split second. “You almost made me cum just from that.”

He spread your legs even further to reach even deeper, hitting your cervix at a consistent pace. “Right there!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head, you were lost in pure ecstasy.

Jaafar delivered deep and rough strokes to you, you felt like your insides were screaming for help, wanting him to stop but keep going at the same time. The pleasure was overwhelming.

Jaafar leaned down and latched his tongue onto your nipple, “Ah!” His tongue flicked around, as he sucked and bit your nipple.

He kissed up your chest, to your neck, and finally reached your soft plump lips, capturing you in a slow but sloppy kiss.

He rocked his hips into you as his hands traveled down your arms, he grabbed your hands intertwining them with his. Both of your moans were muffled by the kiss you were sharing, his tongue swirling around yours.

Jaafar pulled away, his face a few inches from yours. “I love you so much.” He whimpered as he looks down at you, He couldn’t help the nonstop moans releasing from his mouth. Jaafar was overtook with pleasure, your tight walls squeezing him perfectly, and even tighter when he would go deeper.

“I love you too.” You cried out.

“I’m forever yours mama.” Jaafar whined, with a soft grunt. “This is your dick.” He muttered as he went even faster, “I belong to you.” He moaned out loudly.

“Say it— This is your dick.” Jaafar looked down at you with pleading eyes. “This is m- my dick.” You whimpered, staring directly in his eyes.

“Say I- I’m forever yours.” Jaafar whispered, delivering another rough stroke. “You’re mine forever Jaafar!”

“Say, I belong to you.” He groaned, “You belong to me Jaafar.” Your eyes shutting from the pleasure.

“Oh my— fuck! shit!.” Jaafar felt you clench against him, he nuzzled his head into your neck.

“I’m cumming- Nghh!” Your vision went blurry as you saw stars, a coil that built up inside of you released, your legs wrapped around his torso as they trembled.

You pushed him even deeper, as the world seemed to stop moving around you, jaafar watched you come undone underneath him.

Your eyes twinkled under the moonlight, your orgasm rippled through you, you moaned louder than you’ve ever before as your body pulsed against jaafar. Your cream coating his cock.

Jaafar kept going despite the fact that you just came, “Jaafar.” You mewled, your vision went spotty. “I know you got one more for me baby.” You shook your head no as you tried to close your legs.

“I- I c— can’t! It feels like I have to pee, jaafar please!” Jaafar ignored your pleas and drilled into you even harder, thrusting relentlessly into you.

Your walls clamped around him, Jaafar whimpered loudly before delivering one more rough stroke that brung him to his climax.

His abs clenched as his legs tensed up, his body convulsing, “I love you.” jaafar whispered in your ear repeatedly, that was it for you, his soft voice filling your ears, brung you to the edge. Your legs shook, as hot liquid rushed out of you, and onto Jaafar’s dick, dripping down to the blanket.

Jaafar moaned softly as he pulled out, his body going limp as he collapsed on you.

“It’ll always be you.” He murmured into your neck, pressing light kisses. You couldn’t help but smile, “I love you.”

a/n; I thought about not adding smut at the end and just fluff but why not both

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hello mua anon again!! I hope you’re doing well!

so jaafar on kimmel last night…(he looks so good in red istg) i was thinking if there’s a lil moment with his mua agreeing he looks so good in red they mess around before he goes on live tv he really starts to turn red orrr something involving his bad era, like the test makeup looks too good or him with longer hair just does something to his mua

totally up to you because everything you write turns to gold <3

want it in the wild

Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader, 1.9k, 18+

you really like Jaafar's red suit - a backstage quickie before his interview (piv, kinda exhibitionism, kinda public sex, just two horny little freaks <3)

It seems like no matter how many times you see Jaafar all dressed up, you’re always taken aback by the sight of him. The tailored suits and curated outfits just do something to you, fire up that feral, needy part of your brain in ways you’ve never known before.

You’d thought that eventually, the novelty of it all would wear away, that you’d grow used to seeing Jaafar all ready for a red carpet or an interview and you could go back to thinking like a normal human being around him. As of yet, though, that hasn’t happened, and when you see him tonight, your mouth goes dry.

Normally, you accompany Jaafar to these events under mostly professional pretenses. You come along to help with hair and makeup, to support him, to remind him how talented and worthy of praise he is. Tonight, you’re with him just because you can be.

You can’t even hide under the guise of being there to help with makeup, your whole kit is back in L.A. and you have nothing with you besides your small purse that can barely fit your lip products in it. Jaafar had asked if you wanted to come out to New York with him, for the interview and to spend a few days together in the city. 

Of course you’d said yes, grateful for the opportunity to relax together and for the chance to be with him not in any sort of a professional capacity, but in a purely personal one.

Now, though, you wish you had something to distract yourself with.

You’d seen pictures of the suit, had seen it hanging up in the room he’d been assigned when you and Jaafar had shown up. But seeing it on him was another story entirely.

Even while buttoned up to the top, his neck and throat were left exposed by the collar. The suit framed him beautifully, every aspect tailored to perfection. And the deep red of the fabric drew you in, reminding you of wine and ripe cherries and the thumping of your own blood.

“It looks okay?” Jaafar asks when he sees you staring, a flash of worry dancing across his face. You hadn’t realized just how insane you looked, practically boring holes into him with your eyes, your expression a blank mask as you tried not to show just how affected you were by the sight of him.

“Okay?” You respond in disbelief, finally snapping out of the trance he’d put you in. “You look perfect.”

Jaafar chuckles, dips his head away from you. He can handle the screaming of fans, the compliments of friends and the wardrobe team and everyone else he crosses paths with, but it feels different when it comes from you. It’s like it means more, somehow.

“You think so?” He crosses the small space to reach you, extending his arms long for you to get the full picture. You motion with your hands, and Jaafar rolls his eyes, but he spins around slowly for you anyway.

The whole time, he feels your eyes roving up and down his body, taking in the cut of the fabric and the way it clings to his form. When he faces you again, though, you’re already looking right at him, a teasing smile on your face as you debate whether or not it would be fair to him for you to truly speak your mind.

“Baby, I’d jump your bones if you didn’t have to be onstage soon.” You decide on honesty, and based on Jaafar’s reaction, it was exactly the right choice.

His eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head, and he chokes on air, making a startled, sputtering sound as you grin. He can feel the heat rising in his body, mentally feeling flushed as red as his suit.

“You can’t just say things like that,” he complains, even as he steps towards you once again, desperate to feel you close. He settles his hands on your waist, feeling the silky fabric of your dress beneath his warm palms.

“Why not?” You tease, “I’m just being honest.”

You’re practically fluttering your eyelashes at him, preening as you take in the expression on his face. Others might not notice it, but after spending so much time together, after staring at his face for hours a day during filming, you’re able to read him like a book.

And he wants this just as much as you do.

“I gotta get out there,” Jaafar says, as if he needs to remind himself. At the same time, though, he’s dipping his head closer to yours, until there’s only a fraction of an inch between you.

You’re pressed flush together, your hips and ribs pressed against his as you loop your arms around the back of his neck. The weight of them is enough to have Jaafar closing that gap between you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

It starts out entirely sweet, but within seconds, the heat is building like a wildfire. Jaafar could claim that he only intended for it to be a kiss, something quick to settle himself before getting on stage, but you’d both know that was a lie.

Jaafar’s hold on you is insistent, his palms pressing and squeezing against your sides through the fabric of your dress. You nudge your hips forward, and gasp out when you feel him, hard beneath his suit pants. Ever the opportunist, Jaafar uses the opening of your mouth to slide his tongue against yours.

It’s messy, a clash of lips and tongue and saliva. You’re practically devouring each other, acting as if you haven’t seen each other for weeks, as if the first thing you did when you made it to your hotel wasn’t diving beneath the sheets and letting Jaafar press you into the mattress.

The suit just does it for you.

Soon enough, you’re both panting and entirely desperate, your hips jutting against each other because you just can’t help it. You’re already so strung out, needy beyond belief, and you can practically hear the ticking clock counting down to Jaafar’s interview.

You pull back, gossamer threads of saliva still connecting your lips to his, and it’s almost enough to make you dive back in but you know you’re running out of time.

“We gotta be quick, yeah?” You say, slipping your hands down the front of his suit, fumbling for the closure of his pants. Jaafar nods against you, sliding his hands down to the hem of your dress and bunching it above your hips.

He walks you backwards, until you feel the solid surface of the wall at your back. You’re entirely caged in, Jaafar pressed against your front, the feeling of him just as strong and sturdy as the surface behind you.

“And you have to be quiet,” you add, just as Jaafar loops a finger in your panties, pushing them to the side. You manage to work open his clasp, pull down his zipper, and the second he feels your palm wrapping around him, a whine works its way from Jaafar’s throat.

You pause, hand wrapped around his needy, throbbing cock, and settle him with a stare. The expression on his face is almost enough to make you laugh, he looks so utterly wrecked. His lips are spit-slicked and his eyes are wide and needy, and he’s never looked prettier.

“I know,” he whispers, as if trying to prove a point, as if the mere feeling of your hand on his dick wasn’t enough to make him whimper seconds before.

Both of you are aware of the time constraints pressing down on you, so you waste no time. There’s no build up, no sweet exploration, no taking your time. Jaafar hitches a hand underneath your thigh, wraps it around his waist, and sinks into you.

There’s always a stretch, no matter how long he spends opening you up. Sometimes, you think it’s more for him than it is for you, he could spend hours between your thighs with his face buried in your pussy and he’d be perfectly content. 

He loves to watch you come apart, to hear the way you whine and whimper and moan for him, loves watching the way you tense around his fingers, loves feeling the way you squeeze him. Now, though, he needs to squeeze his eyes shut to keep some of his sanity.

His hips drive upward, shunting you up against the wall over and over again. The hand that isn’t supporting your thigh is resting at your hip, keeping the fabric of your dress held out of the way. Your hands, however, grip into the lapels of his suit, trying to keep yourself grounded. You clench the fabric, wishing you were sinking your hands into his skin, his hair, instead.

Between your desperation, the sight of Jaafar in front of you with his eyes pressed shut and his bottom lip tugged beneath his teeth, and the fact that anyone could walk in at any second and tell him it’s time to go is enough to have you hurtling towards your orgasm with miraculous speed.

Jaafar leans himself forward, resting his forehead on the wall beside your head as he continues to press into you so wholly and completely you swear you can feel him in your throat.

“‘M close,” you whisper, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. You feel him nod, urging you on with a squeeze of his hand at your hip and a deep, steady roll of his hips. His pace picks up, driving into over and over and over, until you're pressing a hand to your mouth and arching your back as much as you can with Jaafar pinning you to the wall, your orgasm rushing over you.

Everything goes white at the edges, and all you can hear is static in your ears. Your senses seem to rush back at you, Jaafar’s uneven breathing and cut off whines filling your ears. His thrusts turn sloppy, even needier than before, no rhythm to the drive of his hips now. 

It doesn’t take long for him to follow suit, the feeling of your clamping down on him compounding with everything else until he was overstimulated beyond belief. He gives a few more lazy thrusts with his hips before stilling completely.

You both feel utterly boneless, and the situation suddenly becomes rather humorous. You start to giggle as Jaafar straightens himself up, laughing to yourself as you fix your panties and your dress.

“I really like the suit,” you tell him, as you help him straighten himself out. He just exhales in amusement, rolling his eyes at what feels like the understatement of the century. Reaching up, you gently brush your thumb against the corner of his mouth, wiping away a smudge of your lipstick.

As you do, there’s a knock at the door that sends you both jumping, springing apart like you’d been caught red-handed.

“We’re ready for you,” a voice calls out, and you and Jaafar exchange a look. You give him a nod, trying to fix your own hair as he gives you one last sweet smile, as if he hadn’t just taken you completely apart mere moments before. 

You watch the interview from the audience, utterly amused that no one else can tell why he gets that cute little flush across his face when he makes eye contact with you from your seat.

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༺⊰⋆ DANGEROUS. ⋆⊱༻

𑣲 pairing: pre-dangerous era!michael x his producer’s assistant!reader

𑣲 synopsis: michael becomes obsessed with his producer’s assistant. falling harder and faster than ever before, he was determined to make her his, and his only.

𑣲 cw: 18+ smut, MDNI!, toxic!michael, dom!michael, sub!reader, angst!, it gets… filthyyyy, power play, degradation, praise!kink, manipulation, no use of y/n, love bombing, feels like fluff at first… it’s not.

𑣲 wc: 10.2k (i’m a yapper)

𑣲 authors note: guys i think this is my magnum opus. i was so gagged writing this. i hope you enjoy :’)

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part I, the beginning.

you pushed open the heavy, soundproofed door to the control room. the windowless room full of sprawling mixing consoles and dreams. you stood in the doorway, clipboard pressed to your chest like a shield, trying to keep your breathing steady.

junior production assistant to teddy riley.

the words still felt unreal. twenty-four years old, fresh out of college, and somehow you’d landed your first real job on the most anticipated album of the decade. dangerous. michael jackson’s album.

how the fuck is this your life?

you hadn’t spoken more than a polite “good morning” since you started about a week ago. you’ve always been soft-spoken by nature, but around him, the instinct to stay quiet grew even stronger. you simply did your job: making sure the tapes were labeled and ready, keeping the schedule tight, taking detailed notes on takes, and quietly refilling water bottles before anyone had to ask.

you had never forgotten what teddy had told you on day one: “stay out of the way, but stay useful.”

so that’s exactly what you did.

you lingered silently in the back of the control room all day, every day. watching michael and your boss work for hours on end on a single beat. it took everything in you to keep your eyes away from michael. his presence was… intense. he was larger than life, yet almost as soft-spoken as yourself.

one afternoon, during a short break, michael stepped away from the microphone and walked into the control room, wiping sweat from his brow. teddy and the rest of your colleagues stepped out of the room for a chat. you stayed, quietly organizing the tapes for the next take, turning your head down to stay focused on your task.

he stopped beside you.

“you’re always one step ahead,” he said softly.

your heart slammed against your ribs. you looked up at him slowly. his large brown eyes stared down at you, warm but intense. you felt your cheeks start to heat up.

“just doing my job, mr. jackson,” you murmured, barely above a whisper. scared to step out of line.

a small smile tugged at his lips. “michael,” he corrected gently.

“michael.” you nodded shyly. returning a small smile to him, unsure what else to say, you went back to your task.

from that day forward, he interacted with you. it was always in small ways… a quiet “thank you” when you handed him fresh water exactly when his voice started to strain, or a soft “goodnight” as he headed out the door.

the days blurred together in a haze of creativity and caffeine. you moved quietly through the studio like a shadow, until michael found a way to pull you into the light.

it happened on a long thursday evening. the atmosphere in the control room was thick with frustration. michael, teddy, bill bottrell, and bruce swedien had been going back and forth for hours on a song structure that wasn’t quite locking in. the track, still untitled, kept falling apart in the bridge.

you were refilling water bottles in the corner when michael suddenly turned in his chair, his eyes finding you.

“what do you think?” he asked. the room went quiet. your stomach dropped. you froze, clutching an empty bottle.

“i… i’m sorry?” you whispered, voice barely carrying across the room.

michael leaned forward, elbows on his knees, looking at you with genuine curiosity. “the structure. the bridge into the chorus. you’ve been listening to every take. what do you feel is missing?”

your cheeks burned. you had never felt so put on the spot before. suddenly you became very aware of your age and lack of experience… and very aware you were the only woman in the room.

“i don’t—“ you started, terrified to overstep. your eyes looked towards your boss for guidance. you were just the assistant. the girl who made sure the tapes were labeled and the important people stayed on schedule. not someone whose opinion mattered to michael jackson.

“oh, teddy, you’re scaring her,” michael chuckled as he slapped teddy’s arm with the back of his hand. “tell her she can talk to me.”

teddy laughed at michael’s shove and lifted his hands, motioning for you to come closer. you placed the waters on the table and cautiously made your way over towards the men, your heart hammering in your chest.

“so?” michael asked, tilting his head to the side as he awaited your response. his eyes stared deep into yours as you quickly looked away from the way it made your heart leap in your chest.

after a long, calming breath, you spoke carefully, “the bridge feels… too expected,” you murmured. “it builds tension but then drops too safely into the chorus.” you paused for a second, moving so you were in between the chairs michael and your boss were sitting in, looking to get a better view of the board.

“if you held the note a little longer on the last line, really let it suspend, and brought the bass in underneath instead of the drums… it would feel more like a release. like a breath, you know?”

silence.

you immediately regretted speaking. too much. too bold. welp, you can kiss this job goodbye!

you looked over your right shoulder to find michael staring up at you, eyes bright with something new. he turned slowly back to the console, played the section again, then made the exact adjustment you suggested… holding the note, dropping the drums, letting the bass glide underneath.

the room shifted. the song clicked. teddy let out a low whistle.

michael leaned back, a slow, radiant smile spreading across his face. he looked at teddy and pointed in your direction. “you see that? she hears it. i want her in every session from now on.”

your breath caught. michael’s gaze returned to you, intense and focused in a way that made your knees feel weak. something shifted in that moment; he had locked in on you.

later that night, after the others had finally packed up, michael lingered. you were gathering your things quietly when he approached, hands tucked in the pockets of his slacks.

“your idea was perfect.” the sound of his voice stopped you dead in your tracks. it was like he stole all of the air from your lungs. you looked up at him, flustered as you tried putting together a sentence, anything.

“thank you…michael.”

he smiled at the sound of his name on your lips. you had expected him to slip out of the room quietly behind you, but instead he leaned up against the wall, studying you further.

you felt your breath hitch, unsure of what to do. you turned your attention to your things, trying your best to avoid direct eye contact with him. instead you focused on grabbing your scattered papers from the table in front of you.

“long day,” he said quietly, almost awkwardly, eyes still fixed on your every move. you nodded in agreement, avoiding his gaze. “was it a long day for you too?” he asked casually, pushing for an actual answer from you.

“i guess,” you mumbled as you looked up to view the clock hanging above the exit. 12:18 am. michael took notice of your slight movement and followed your eyes to view the time himself.

“what time did you get here?” he asked, his voice soft and curious. you had to stop yourself from looking at him as if he had three heads. why on earth would michael jackson care to hold such a mundane conversation with someone like you?

you turned your head in his direction, finally meeting his gaze. he looked so… normal.

“um, around 7, i think?”

“7 a.m.?”

“yeah,” you replied as you finished stuffing your notepads and folders into your bag, “guess it has been a long day.”

“is it tiring?” he inquired, refusing to let the conversation die. you shifted on your feet slightly, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you looked back up at him.

“yeah,” you answered honestly, “but i don’t mind. this is everything i’ve ever dreamed of.”

michael studied your face, the way your eyes started to twinkle as you spoke to him about your dreams. he smiled at you, a soft and kind smile.

“what made you want to work in the studio like this?” he asked, real curiosity painted across his face.

“i’ve always been drawn to the magic that happens behind the scenes,” you answered truthfully, “the way one small decision on the board dictates the entire sound… i don’t know.”

michael smiled at you as you spoke, and the sight of him in front of you had your heart beating so loud you were scared he was going to be able to hear it. he stared at you, barely blinking as he took in everything about you. you felt… vulnerable? like he was figuring out every part of you right there in that moment.

“i know it’s late,” michael started, “but if you’re not too tired, i could show you a few things.”

every single part of you that was exhausted before was awoken like it had been hit with a bolt of lightning… and you knew it was all over your face. you couldn’t contain your smile as you very quickly dropped your bag down on the couch next to you.

“not too tired.” you grinned; you felt like you had hit the lottery. and michael couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm as you both made your way back to the console.

the hours slipped away. as you sat in your boss’ chair next to michael, the studio felt smaller. like the rest of the world had melted away. he made you feel comfortable instantly, speaking in a soft and warm tone that made you relax more and more with each passing second. he took his time explaining different techniques he had learned throughout the years, making sure you fully understood the process before he moved on to the next thing.

somewhere along the way michael started to sprinkle in some questions about you. he asked you things like: what kind of music moved you when you were a girl? what do you hope to create one day? how did it feel to be fresh out of college and thrown into this world?

you opened up bit by bit, your soft voice gaining a little more confidence as he listened so intently. he made it so easy, which shocked you. it amazed you how tentative he was. it seemed like he really cared about what you were saying.

in return, he began sharing pieces of himself, small at first, then deeper. he spoke about his bad tour, which had just wrapped up within the last year. what it’s like being away from home for months, sometimes years on end. in his rawest confession, he told you about the quiet loneliness that comes with being who he is.

and you were a goner.

you could feel yourself getting lost in his eyes as he spoke. the way he spoke so openly and honestly took you by complete surprise. yet, it felt natural. like you had known him forever.

“i’m sorry you feel so lonely,” the words left your mouth before you could stop them. michael stared at you, his big eyes growing even softer at your words.

“it’s okay,” he replied, looking to switch the conversation off of himself. “what about you?” he asked as he turned away from your gaze, almost shy-like.

“what about me?”

“are you lonely? or do you have someone?” he asked, voice softer than ever before. you felt your heart skip a beat at his question.

“no and no,” you answered, “not lonely. also not seeing anyone.”

michael scanned your face the entire time you spoke; you had never felt so listened to before. he made you feel like you were the only person in the world with the way he looked at you. you felt like you could stay there forever and never run out of things to talk about. it was almost four in the morning when michael finally glanced at the clock.

“you must be exhausted,” he said, voice husky from hours of talking. he stood and offered his hand to help you up. when your fingers slid into his, he didn’t let go right away, allowing his touch to linger. his hand was warm, and so much larger than yours.

“do you have a car here?” he asked softly, slowly dropping his hand from yours.

“no, no, my car is a piece of junk that’s always in the shop,” you laughed. “i’m just going to take a cab.”

“absolutely not,” michael protested, grabbing his jacket from the couch, “i’ll take you home.”

“it’s okay, really—“

“i’m not taking no for an answer,” michael replied, grabbing your bag to carry it for you without even asking, like he had been doing it forever. “let’s go.”

the drive was mostly quiet. michael was driving, something he told you was rare that he does for himself, and you were next to him, spewing out directions as the city lights blurred past the windows. when he pulled up outside your modest apartment building, the air felt thicker with tension.

michael turned to you, his gaze intense in the dim light. “thank you for tonight,” he whispered. “for being you.” before you could respond, he reached over and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a tenderness that made your breath catch. you felt as if you were floating out of your body. “you’re different,” he finished, as he searched your face for any sign of discomfort. he moved towards you slowly, like he was giving you every chance to pull away, and pressed his lips gently against yours.

the kiss was soft at first, slow and respectful, as he gauged your comfort level. when you didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss. his hand slid into your hair as he pulled you closer to him. his tongue gently grazed your bottom lip, asking for access, which you granted immediately. he kissed you with such passion it made your stomach drop, similar to the feeling of being on a rollercoaster. it was exhilarating. when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“i’ve wanted to do that for days,” he admitted, voice low. “you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

you didn’t know what to say back to him. so instead, you sat there in the quiet dark. your heart pounding, your mind reacting. the first fragile boundary between the two of you finally crossed.

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part ii, the honeymoon stage.

the days that followed the kiss felt like a dream you were terrified of waking up from.

you did your absolute best to stay professional in the studio, but it was impossible to hide how giddy you felt whenever michael was near. every time he looked at you, your stomach fluttered and your cheeks warmed. a small, secret smile would tug at your lips when he passed you a note with a quick lyric scribble and a heart at the bottom. you found yourself constantly replaying the feeling of his lips, and the feeling of his tongue swirling around yours. you were completely drunk on him.

michael, meanwhile, was becoming completely obsessed.

he noticed everything. the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were concentrating. how you preferred your coffee with a touch of cinnamon on busy mornings. how you always smelled faintly of vanilla and the rose lotion you loved. the nervous little habit of biting your lower lip when you were trying not to speak out of turn. he catalogued it all.

that first week following the kiss, he started carving out time for the two of you outside the studio.

it began small. one evening after a long session, he took you to a private overlook in the hills before taking you home. the city sparkled below while he played unreleased tracks for you on a portable cassette player, his arm eventually slipping around your shoulders. the two of you sat there for hours, as he told you more and more about his life, saying “i’ve never felt safe enough to tell anyone these things before.”

another night, he brought you to neverland. it was 2 a.m., and there the two of you were, riding the carousel like children. michael’s laughter, bright and unguarded, mixed with the cheerful mechanical music as you spun under the twinkling lights.

“you deserve to have fun too,” he told you softly, watching you spin on the painted horse with pure adoration in his eyes. “not just work.”

that night was special. it was the first time he made love to you. you had never felt so cherished and completely cared for in your entire life. you had never been so intimate with someone before. yes, you’ve had sex, but you’ve never had someone be so gentle with you.

he took his time with everything. he took his time undressing you, his fingertips tracing every inch of newly revealed skin like he was memorizing every part of you. his mouth mapped your body while he placed warm, wet kisses trailing from your neck to your breasts, sucking gently on your nipples until they ached, then lower, across your stomach, until his breath ghosted over your core.

the first slow stroke of his tongue drew a broken, needy moan from deep in your throat. he was patient, devastatingly attentive, learning exactly how you liked to be licked and sucked. the wet sounds of his mouth working you open filled the quiet room, mingling with your soft gasps and whimpers. he hummed in pleasure against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine.

“that’s it, my sweet girl,” he praised, voice muffled. “let me hear you. you taste so good… so perfect for me.”

his tongue fucked you with slow, deliberate devotion until your thighs trembled violently around his shoulders and your fingers were desperately tangled in his soft curls. the orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave. it was completely consuming, overwhelming, leaving you shaking and gasping as waves of pleasure crashed over you again and again. michael moaned against you, lapping up every drop of your release like he was starving for it, savoring you until your body had nothing left to give.

when he finally rose, the weight of his body settling over yours felt like coming home. skin against heated skin. his scent, cologne mixed with sweat, surrounded you. he positioned his thick cock at your entrance and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching your face the entire time.

the stretch was intense, a deep, burning fullness that made you gasp as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he buried himself to the hilt and stilled, forehead pressed to yours, sharing the same ragged breath.

“are you okay?” he whispered, voice strained with the effort of holding back. his warm, slightly damp skin pressed against yours everywhere. his curls falling onto your face.

you nodded, nails digging into his back as you tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled by him.

“please… move.”

he made love to you like he was trying to fuse your souls together. deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. the room filled with the slick, intimate sounds of skin against skin, your soft, desperate moans, and his low, consistent praises. every thrust felt like it reached deeper than your body, like he was searching for parts of you no one else had ever touched.

“you feel incredible,” he groaned, voice raw and trembling. “so warm and tight around me… like you were made to fit me perfectly. i’ve never felt anything like this.” one of his hands stayed linked with yours above your head, fingers tightly interlaced, while the other worshipped your body. his thumb brushed against your sensitive nipple, trailing his palm down your side, fingers finding your clit to circle in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. every movement bound you tighter to him. you felt engulfed in him. lost in the heat of his skin, the taste of his kisses, the relentless pleasure building inside you until there was nothing left but him.

he brought you over the edge again like that, kissing you through your orgasm as you clenched and fluttered wildly around him, trembling and gasping into his mouth. the intensity left you sobbing his name, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you pulled him closer. only then did he let himself follow, shuddering with a low, broken groan as he pulled out at the last second and pumped himself rapidly, painting your stomach with thick, hot ropes of his cum.

afterward, he collapsed beside you and pulled you into his arms, holding you like you were the most precious thing in existence. his fingers traced lazy, soothing patterns on your back while he pressed soft, lingering kisses to your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your lips. you could feel the emptiness from him between your legs, the stickiness of his release on your skin, the rapid beat of his heart against your cheek.

“i’m falling so hard for you,” he whispered against your skin, voice raw with emotion. “you make me feel… insane.”

you curled tighter into his chest, surrounded by his warmth, his scent, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. in that moment, you felt utterly tied to him; body, heart, and soul. it was everything, and you had fallen completely.

you weren’t the first one to say it. you were lying with him on the large couch in his private sitting room at neverland, a week after the passionate night the two of you shared. the lights were low, with a crackling fire directly below the television playing his favorite cartoon. he was holding you in his arms, your face flush against his chest, listening to his heartbeat when he shifted slightly.

“i love you,” he said, voice low and unwavering. “i know this is fast… maybe too fast, but i’ve never said those words and meant it this much before.”

it was fast. dangerously fast. but hearing those words from him, feeling chosen by him, made your heart swell so much it practically hurt. you lifted your head to meet his eyes. he was looking at you like you hung the moon and stars.

“it feels like everyone always wants something from me,” he continued softly, lacing his fingers with yours. his grip was warm, almost a little too tight. “but you… you just give. you make me feel safe. i need you. i’ve never needed anyone the way i need you.”

the words made you melt. it was a dizzying rush of love mixed with the quiet thrill of being so desperately wanted by him, of all people. you were completely overwhelmed with emotion.

“i love you too,” you responded quickly, grabbing his face with both hands to pull him in for a steamy, passionate kiss.

the gifts followed immediately after. each one more thoughtful than the last, each one showing how deeply he paid attention.

first, a small velvet box waited on your usual table in the studio. inside was a delicate gold necklace with a tiny music note pendant. the note read: for the girl who hears the music in everything. wear this and think of me.

a few days later, a beautiful designer purse appeared at your apartment. soft leather in a warm gold-brown tone that matched his favorite dress of yours perfectly. “for carrying all those notes you take for me, i love you,” the card said.

then came the earrings. exquisite gold hoops with small diamonds that caught the studio lights. he’d noticed you admired a similar pair in a magazine left lying around. when you put them on with trembling fingers and looked up at him shyly, his smile was radiant.

“they suit you perfectly,” he murmured, reaching out to gently brush your hair back so he could see them better. his fingers lingered on your skin.

“everything looks better on you, baby.” his new name for you.

you had never felt attention like this ever, and it was coming from him. the way he made time for you, the way he noticed every tiny detail, treating you like you were the most precious thing in his world.

as the weeks went on, you found yourself canceling plans with friends without hesitation. not because he ever asked you to, but because you wanted to. your mind was consumed by him. you began dressing with him in mind every morning. you started waking up earlier so you could make sure you looked perfect for him. always making sure to wear the gold necklace and earrings he’d given you, because you loved the way he noticed. he noticed every single time.

michael went out of his way to ask you for your opinions in the studio. constantly turning around in his chair to engage with you. he never made you feel small or less than. your dreams of producing and writing felt brighter than ever, but they were slowly becoming tangled with the dream of him.

he was pulling you deeper into his world, and you went willingly, heart racing, completely enchanted.

before you knew it, you were spending every minute of every day with him. mornings and evenings in the studio were dedicated to him: taking his notes with extra care, keeping his tea at the perfect temperature, dimming the lights the moment his eyes started to squint. nights were spent in his bed, filled to the brim with his cock while he kissed your face and whispered how perfect you were; his muse, his everything.

so when he told you he had to leave town for a few days for a charity event, your heart shattered. it wasn’t normal. you knew it wasn’t normal to be so entangled with someone that the idea of being apart for 48 hours felt impossible. you had begged him to stay, taking his packed bag from his hands and forcing him down onto his bed. straddling his lap firmly while you licked his neck, placing delicate kisses below his ear, whispering “stay.”

“i’m sorry, baby,” he practically moaned, placing his hands gently on your waist while you continued your assault on his neck. “i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

“how are you going to do that?” you whispered, sucking his earlobe into your mouth gently.

“you’ll just have to wait and see, baby,” michael replied, lifting you off his lap and placing you down onto the bed next to him. he stood slowly, like he was just as desperate to stay there and worship your needy body. “i’ll be back before you know it. help yourself to anything in the house; my card is on the table. you can use it for anything,” he said sincerely, as he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. “i love you so much,” was the last thing he said before he slipped out the door and out of your life for the next two days.”

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part III, the switch.

the night before michael was due back, you went home to your apartment for the first time in weeks. you hadn’t realized how long it had been until you noticed your answering machine flashing with dozens of missed calls from your friends and family. when was the last time you were with anyone other than michael?

sleeping in your own bed felt… wrong. it didn’t feel like your bed anymore. the whole apartment felt like it was something out of a past life. it all happened so fast that you didn’t even realize what was happening. you had become so consumed by him that you had a hard time figuring out where he ended and where you began.

the night was sleepless. you couldn’t stop thinking about seeing him. it was like you couldn’t even breathe without him. he was the only thought on your mind, fully pushing out your earlier realizations that you didn’t even recognize your own life anymore.

the next morning, you took extra time getting ready, ensuring that you looked exactly how he liked. you even slipped on a shorter skirt than usual, one you typically save for after work hours, just to surprise him once he showed up to the studio.

everything was perfect. except for your piece of shit car that wouldn’t start no matter how many times you turned the key.

you groaned, flopping your forehead onto the steering wheel in frustration. as you were about to go back inside to grab the phone to call a cab, your neighbor, mr. harlan, called out.

“car trouble again?” he asked as he was standing in the doorway with a briefcase in his hands.

“as always!” you replied, still turning to go back inside.

“you going to work? i can drop you off”

mr. harlan had given you rides to work before, when you were just an intern, before you met michael. he was a nice man, one who never gave the creeps. he was about 45, with salt and pepper hair and a kind smile. he reminded you of your father.

“i can call a cab; it’s okay.”

“i’m going right down the road from there, it’s no trouble, sweetheart.” you looked down at the watch michael had gotten for you, realizing that if you weren’t at the studio in thirty minutes, teddy would have your head on a stick.

“are you sure?” you asked politely. mr. harlan just motioned for you to get in the car, and you did.

the ride was short and pleasant, making small talk with mr. harlan as he asked you about your job, making a quick comment that “no one’s seen you around for a while.”

before you knew it, you were at work, with five minutes to spare. you turned to him with a genuine smile, “thank you so much mr. harlan, really.” you leaned over and gave him a quick appreciative hug. he patted your back gently. you smiled brightly as you pulled away, “you’re a lifesaver.”

after a quick touch-up in the bathroom, you made your way to the control room. wanting to make sure you set everything up perfectly for michael’s arrival later in the day. as you walked in, you felt your heart skip a beat. michael was already there, sitting at the mixing board with a notebook and pen in his hand.

“oh my god, you scared me!” you exclaimed, feeling your heart rate increase at the sight of him.

he didn’t turn around. he didn’t move a muscle.

you dropped your clipboard and bag on the couch as you made your way over to him. “what are you doing here?” you asked excitedly. “i thought you were getting in later?”

nothing.

your heart rate spiked again, not from excitement, but from rising dread. your stomach twisted with confusion.

“is everything okay?” you asked, grabbing his shoulder gently. he didn’t even look at you. just continued scribbling in his notepad like you didn’t exist.

you were interrupted by teddy, bruce and bill’s arrival to the room. which signaled it was time for you to be the junior assistant producer, not the concerned girlfriend.

your stomach twisted with nerves all day long. every thought was consumed by the terrifying possibility that the love he had poured into you so completely could be taken away in an instant.

his silence was tearing you apart. what happened? did something happen on his trip? did you do something?

you tried your best to carry on with your routine as normal, but this time he ignored every gesture. when you gave him more water, he didn’t even turn his head to look at you; he just continued his conversation with your boss. when you lowered the lights for him later in the session, he didn’t mouth ‘thank you’ to you like he normally did. he was stone cold. it was like you weren’t even there. it was driving you crazy.

it was eating you alive. every ignored glance, every silent dismissal, carved a deeper hole inside your chest.

the day dragged for what felt like an eternity, your chest aching with confusion, desperate to get anything out of michael. once the others stepped out for their smoke break, leaving you and michael alone, you approached him. your voice barely above a whisper.

“michael… what’s wrong? did something happen? you’re scaring me.”

he finally turned his head, eyes dark and cold. he had a look you had never seen on him before. it made your chest tighten.

“who was that?” he asked calmly, voice low and controlled. you looked at him with pure confusion.

“mr. harlan?” you asked, keeping your voice low in case anyone was lingering in the hallway. “he’s my neighbor. my car wouldn’t start this morning, so he gave me a ride… is that what this is about?”

michael searched your face for what had to be the thousandth time since he met you. only this time, he wasn’t studying your face to memorize it. he was hunting for a sign of dishonesty. “a ride,” he repeated, keeping his glare intense.

“yes, michael. a ride.”

“then tell him to give you one back home,” he stated coldly as he stood, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair. he brushed past you without another word.

the next week was agonizing.

every day he came to the studio late, and every day he left early, without looking in your direction once. he wore his aviators the entire time, like he was deliberately blocking you from seeing his eyes.

you spent every day watching him ignore you at work, then spent every night calling his bedroom phone dozens of times, leaving messages of desperation that always went unanswered. each silent hour chipped away at your sanity. you couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep. you felt like a shadow of yourself…. like you didn’t exist for yourself anymore. instead, you were an extension of him, and you couldn’t function without him.

you started to make mistakes at work. on thursday, day 4 of silence, you handed teddy a mislabeled tape. he scolded you right then and there, in front of your colleagues, and in front of michael. the old you would’ve been devastated to make such a stupid mistake at a job that meant the world to you… but the new you was only devastated that michael sat there, expressionless behind his aviators, watching you fight back tears at the embarrassment.

he offered you zero comfort as he left early again that day.

by friday, you were physically and mentally exhausted. you felt hollow. starved. like someone had reached inside your chest and ripped out the warmth he had so carefully filled you with. the same man who told you he loved you more than he’d ever loved anyone was now making you feel completely discarded. unimportant. unworthy. the contrast was physically painful. every small movement he made sent your heart lurching with desperate hope, only for it to crash violently when he looked straight through you.

the guilt was relentless. michael’s silence made it crystal clear: this was your fault. you had done this. the realization made you nauseous. all common sense vanished. you knew deep down you hadn’t done anything wrong, yet the guilt ate you alive.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you were unraveling at a terrifying rate.

teddy and the others had stepped out to grab dinner, and to your surprise michael stayed behind. leaving the two of you alone for the first time in days. the studio was silent except for the low hum of the equipment. michael stayed sat at the mixing board, staring at a track list. you stood at the back of the room for a long moment, heart hammering, before you finally spoke.

“michael…” your voice came out small and shaky. “please. i can’t stand this anymore.”

he didn’t turn around.

you moved closer until you were standing right beside him. tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. “i’m so sorry. i never meant to hurt you. there’s no one else. only you. i’ll do anything to make this right. i love you.” you confessed through a shaky breath.

he removed his aviators slowly, setting them on the console with deliberate care, before finally turning to look at you. his eyes were dark, filled with jealousy and hurt. he stood from his chair, towering over you in the dim studio light.

you were shaking, guilt and desperation clawing at your throat. “tell me what to do,” you whispered brokenly. “i’ll do anything. please.”

michael stared at you for a long and heavy moment. jealousy and love twisted together in his expression. then he walked past you without a word. for one terrifying second, you thought he was going to leave. instead, he locked the studio door with a quiet click that echoed throughout the tension filled room.

“get on your knees,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.

“what?” you choked out, baffled by his tone and words.

he stepped closer, pupils blown wide, the thick outline of his cock already straining against his jeans. he looked at you like he never had before… like he was starving and possessive.

“prove it to me,” he said, voice low and rough. “prove that you’re mine.”

in that moment, something shifted in him. the power he had over you was intoxicating, and he knew it.

your legs gave out before your mind could catch up. you dropped in front of him, knees hitting the carpet, heart hammering so hard you felt dizzy. you looked up at him as he unzipped his jeans, pulled out his thick, heavy cock, and fisted it slowly right in front of your face.

“open,” he ordered.

you obeyed instantly, lips parting. he grabbed the back of your head and pushed forward, sliding his cock into your mouth in one quick thrust.

“fuck… that’s it,” he groaned, voice dripping with lust. “take it like a good girl.”

he fucked your mouth with deep strokes, holding your head in place while you drooled and gagged around him.

“look at me,” he growled, fingers tightening in your hair. “look at me while i own this pretty mouth.”

you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes lightly lined with tears as you took him as deep as you could. you felt your panties pool with your arousal at his words. you felt completely dominated by him… and you seemed to love it by the way you were throbbing underneath your skirt.

his thrusts were relentless, caring only about his pleasure for the first time. your throat tightened around his length as you struggled to breathe through your nose. you were too desperate for him to want you again to even consider tapping out.

sensing you needed a break, he pulled out suddenly, leaving you gasping for air as he stood above you. his cock was glistening with your spit as he stroked himself roughly, staring down at you with dark, possessive eyes.

“you okay?” he practically moaned out; the sight was fucking obscene. the way he towered above you, tugging at his length. he looked so powerful. he had complete control over you, and he knew it.

you were breathing hard, chest rapidly falling up and down, your heart going a million miles a minute. you couldn’t help but smile as you nodded at him, he’s still making sure i’m okay. that was the loudest thought in your head.

he shook his head slightly, acknowledging your consent, then slapped his cock repeatedly against your lips. “beg for it,” he demanded, “beg me to fuck your throat some more.”

“please, michael… please use me. i’ll be a good girl i promise.”

a dark, satisfied sound left his throat as he slid his cock back into your mouth, fucking it harder.

“good girl,” he rasped. “look so pretty gagging on my cock, baby.” he moaned his pet name for you so easily that it made your stomach twist in desire. his praise was the most important thing in the world to you. hearing him call you good, pretty, baby being enough to get you clenching around nothing as he used you.

“i’m gonna come down your throat,” he growled, staring down at you with possessive eyes. “and you’re going to swallow every drop like a good girl. do you understand?”

you whimpered around his cock, nodding desperately as best you could. with a low, guttural groan, michael buried himself deep and came hard. thick, hot spurts of his release flooded your mouth and slid down your throat as he held your head in place.

“swallow it all. that’s it… good fucking girl,” he moaned.

you obeyed, throat working around him as you swallowed every drop. the act felt degrading and intimate all at once. something he had never made you do before.

when he finally pulled out, you were gasping, coughing… and so wet. your lips were swollen and slick with a mixture of your spit and bits of his cum. you felt owned and wanted all at once.

michael dropped to his knees in front of you almost immediately. his hands were gentle as they cupped your face, his eyes softening.

“come here, baby,” he whispered before pulling you in for a deep, claiming kiss. his tongue brushed against yours, tasting what he had done to you. he eventually pulled away, pressing a quick kiss to your nose before resting his forehead against yours.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, looking up at him with tear-stained and desperate eyes.

“i know,” he responded, brushing his thumb across your swollen lips. “i’m terrified of losing you,” he confessed softly, sincerity laced in his words. “i love you so much.”

you felt all of your anxiety wash away in that exact moment. you hadn’t even noticed how he didn’t apologize for ignoring you all week long… all you felt was pure relief. like you were an addict finally getting a fix.

“i love you so much, michael.” you replied, grabbing his face as his forehead remained against yours. “you’ll never lose me.”

for the first time, his love felt conditional… and you had just proven you would do anything to keep it.

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part IV, the descent.

the days after that night in that studio were so euphoric. you were on a complete high, reeling from the way he degraded you in such a loving way. beyond relieved that he had finally put you out of the misery of missing him. things felt so good again.

he returned to his loving and attentive ways immediately, reminding you exactly why you had fallen in love with him. he thanked you for every small thing you did for him in the studio, and resumed asking you for your opinion on tracks. once he even pulled you into his lap when people left the room, whispering how proud he was of you. repeatedly saying, “no one understands me like you do.”

the sex returned instantly too, but now it carried a new edge. he was still tender for the most part, taking his time worshipping you and pressing his lips to the pulse point on your neck like he wanted to taste your heartbeat. but occasionally he would hold your throat while he stretched you wide with his cock as deep as he could go, admiring the way he could see the outline of himself in your stomach. sometimes making you repeat “i’m only yours” like a prayer before he lets you finish.

you learned very quickly that if you ever upset him, he would simply draw back. sometimes slowly… sometimes all at once. and you couldn’t stand the thought of losing his warmth. losing his love.

the more love he gave you, the more intoxicated you became. you strived to be perfect for him; wearing his favorite outfits, the lipstick he complimented most. it felt right. it felt natural to cater to him. you loved how it made you feel when he was pleased with you. you would go to the ends of the earth to keep him smiling at you.

the gifts kept coming: new louboutins, surprise weekend getaways, beautiful lingerie…  one evening, tangled together in bed, hot and sweaty after your respective orgasms, he reached into the bedside table and pulled out a leather journal.

“i’ve been wanting to give you this,” he whispered, handing you the small notebook. “you’re the only person i’ve ever given everything to,” he said. moving his hands to brush your hair behind your ear so he could watch your face as you opened it.

inside, michael had written several pages of his own thoughts, lyrics, and little love notes with silly drawings scribbled next to them.

you looked up at him with loving eyes. he looked so handsome. the warm firelight danced across his face so delicately. his curls, sweaty and loose, fell into his face as he looked back at you.

“flip to the end, baby.”

you flipped through the blank pages of the journal to find a note at the end: “because your mind is as beautiful as you are. write everything here. i want to know every part of you. love, michael.”

“i don’t know how i ever worked before i met you,” he said, voice genuine. “you’re my muse. maybe i can be yours… write all of your ideas here. for songs, for your future, i’ll help you get everything you’ve ever wanted.”

your mind was dizzy with love. you had never imagined love could feel this strong, this consuming, this holy.

you rode him like you were trying to climb inside his soul. you pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his hips, sinking onto his thick cock in one slow, greedy motion. a broken moan left your lips as he stretched you open. michael’s hands gripped your waist tightly, but he let you set the pace, watching your face twist in pleasure as you adjusted to his size.

you rolled your hips desperately, taking him deeper with every movement. the wet sound of your bodies meeting filled the room, along with your soft, needy whimpers for him.

“fuck, baby,” he groaned, eyes dark as you began to bounce on his cock. “look at you. so fucking obsessed with me.”

you leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest, riding him harder. “i love you,” you gasped. “i love you so much.”

his grip tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you deeper. “then show me,” he rasped. “show me who this pussy belongs to.”

his words sent a fresh wave of heat through you. you rode him faster, grinding down on him with every stroke, chasing the feeling only he could give you.

“god, you feel so good,” he moaned, eyes dark as he thrusted up to meet your rhythm. “this pussy was made to be fucked by me. made to be filled by me.”

you came hard around his cock, the feeling of him pulling you deeper combined with the quiet shame of being so openly objectified sending you over the edge. as you cried out his name, clenching around him, he flipped you over without warning.

he pinned your wrists above your head and fucked you through your orgasm with deep, punishing thrusts.

“you’re mine,” he growled, voice low and possessive. “no one else gets you. no one else gets to touch you. no one else gets this.” he slammed into you harder. “say it.”

“i’m yours,” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your cheeks. your overstimulated pussy being fucked mercilessly by him, “only yours, michael.”

“you belong to me,” he moaned as he came inside of you for the first time. “take it. take all of me.” he buried himself to the hilt, pushing himself up against the deepest part of you. you felt his cum flood deep into you as he throbbed inside of your clenching hole. he stayed pressed up against you for what felt like forever, breathing hard against your neck while he slowly and gently fucked his hot seed deeper inside of you.

you had never been finished in before. the feeling was overwhelming. physically and emotionally. you could feel each strong spurt marking you from the inside. filling you so completely that the excess started to leak out around where you were stretched tight around him.

emotionally, you felt claimed. and it terrified you how much you wanted it. how badly you needed to be his.

tears slipped down your cheeks as you clung to him, trembling. he lifted his head from your neck and kissed them away as he softened inside of you, murmuring how much he adored you. he pulled out gently and gathered you into his arms, holding you impossibly tight. “my perfect girl,” he murmured, stroking your hair. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

from that point on, he stopped pulling out and always finished inside of you.

the months following blurred into something you no longer recognized as your own life. michael had meticulously wrapped himself into the very fabric of your being. he was at the forefront of everything.

you stopped having car issues because michael bought you your dream car, and then gently suggested you just use one of his drivers instead. “it’s safer,” he said one night while kissing along your collarbone, “i can’t focus if i’m worried about you, baby. let me take care of you the way you take care of me.”

he started paying your rent without asking, then soothed your hesitation with soft kisses and quiet logic. “i feel guilty that you’re paying for a place you’re barely at anymore. you’ll always have a home with me.”

every time your family or friends called, he was right there. rubbing your back gently as you spoke, whispering sweet nothings in your other ear.

his anger was never loud. he never raised his voice at you. he was never violent. he didn’t need to be.

he had trained you well.

teddy had a guest in the studio one night, a member of the new band blackstreet, who teddy swore was going to be the next big thing. you must’ve spoken to the man for too long, or smiled at him too warmly, because you felt michael’s eyes burn into you immediately.

you felt guilt twisting in your stomach immediately… you knew that look. you had learned to read every subtle shift in his mood like your life depended on it. and right now, it felt like it did.

michael didn’t give you the silent treatment like before; this time he simply removed the warmth. he stopped calling you “baby” or “sweet girl”, and when you reached for his hand in the car, he let you hold it but offered no squeeze in return. at night, he still held you close, his body a solid presence against yours, but the tender kisses behind your ear and along your arms were gone. the absence of those small affections carved deeper into you than any argument ever could.

you tried desperately to bridge the gap. one evening, curled against his chest in bed, you whispered, “i love you.” he responded with the same words, voice soft, but he didn’t look at you. his gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling, and the conditional nature of his love had never felt more real, or more terrifying.

the fear that he might slip away completely ate away at you. you couldn’t bear another day of his emotional distance. so that night, after he left for a late meeting, you slipped into his favorite lingerie… a delicate black lace set he had once said made you look like his own personal angel.

your hands trembled as you fastened the garters. you had bought a shiny pair of metal cuffs earlier that day… cuffs you hoped would prove how far you were willing to go. when you heard the front door open, your heart slammed against your chest. you stood in the middle of the bedroom, the cuffs dangling from your fingers, the dim lamplight casting soft shadows across your barely-covered body.

michael stepped into the room and stopped short, eyes widening slightly at the sight of you.

“what are you doing?” he asked, voice low, a mix of surprise and something darker flickering across his face.

you stepped closer, holding the handcuffs out to him like an offering. your voice came out breathy, laced with desperation and a dangerous kind of devotion.

“i’m offering you everything,” you whispered, eyes locked on his. “all of me. i’m yours to use however you want.”

for a moment, he just stared at you, the air between you thick with tension. then something in his expression shifted; hunger overtaking the lingering coldness. he grabbed the handcuffs from your hand, the metal clicking softly as he circled behind you. he pulled your arms back firmly and locked the cuffs around your wrists, the cool bite of the metal sending shivers down your spine, before pulling you back into him. you could feel how hard he was already… your desperation making all the blood rush to his cock.

his hand slid down your body possessively, reaching between your legs. his fingers brushed over your soaked lace panties, pressing against your aching pussy.

“look at how wet you get when you submit to me,” he murmured, voice rough and low against your ear. he pushed the lace aside and sank two fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep. you gasped, knees nearly buckling at the sudden fullness.

“so fucking eager,” he continued, pumping his fingers slowly, deliberately. “so pathetic and perfect for me.”

he withdrew his fingers quickly, leaving you throbbing and empty, and guided you toward the large mirror. he bent you over the edge of the bed, your cuffed hands resting against your lower back. you watched in the reflection as he freed his thick cock, stroking it only once before lining himself up.

“eyes on the mirror,” he ordered, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “i want you to watch exactly what i do to you… and what you let me do.”

he thrust into you in one brutal stroke, the sudden stretch intense and consuming. his pace was instantly rough, giving you no time to adjust as he yanked back on the cuffs restraining your arms behind your back, forcing your body to arch for him.

“that’s it,” he groaned, voice low and filthy. “look at how this pussy swallows my cock. so desperate to be fucked by me.”

the combination of the restraints, his degrading words, and the relentless pleasure left you trembling. tears of overwhelming sensation slipping down your cheeks as you stared at your reflection; flushed, bound, completely at his mercy. the fucked-up thing was how much wetter it made you. he could feel it, your arousal coating his cock and dripping down your thighs.

“you love this, don’t you?” he growled, slamming into you harder, using the cuffs to pull you back onto him with every thrust. “you love it when i use you, love knowing i own every inch of you.”

“yes- yes, i love it,” you sobbed, voice breaking.

“good girl,” he praised, “who do you belong to, baby?” he asked as he started rolling his hips, swirling the tip of his cock impossibly deep inside of you. “tell me.”

the filth spewing from his lips mixed with the overwhelming pleasure sent you spiraling. you screamed out “you, you, you” as your orgasm crashed over you violently. your pussy clenching around him as you cried out for him, tears flowing freely now.

michael didn’t slow down. he fucked you through it, chasing his own release. he followed right behind with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself as deep as he could possibly go before shooting his load inside of you.

he reached down between your thighs, where the two of you were still connected, and carefully scooped up the cum that was dripping out of you and down his cock on his fingers before grabbing your hair with his other hand to force you to look back into the mirror.

he moved his cum soaked fingers in front of your face, and without him needing to say a word, you opened your mouth, swirling your tongue around his fingers, hallowing your cheeks to suck him clean.

he moaned deeply at the sight of your reflection in the mirror in front of him, pushing his fingers deeper in your mouth as you also watched yourself taste him.

he gently pulled out, unlocked the handcuffs, then turned you around and pulled you into his arms. the sudden gentleness after the roughness made you latch onto him harder. he pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your temples, your swollen lips.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, voice hoarse but warm again. “i needed that. you always know what i need.”

after that night, you consciously stopped making eye contact with other men, especially when michael was around. you had noticed how much more he praised you when your attention belonged only to him.

he would always be subtle, pulling you in for a hug from behind and whispering, “you’ve been so good to me lately.” before showering the back of your neck in kisses.

the two of you spent countless sleepless nights together curled up on the couch flipping through the journal he gave you. he would pull you into his lap, gently rubbing your back as he flipped through your scribbles of lyrics and arrangement ideas.

subconsciously, you were writing what you thought he would like. you memorized the way he worked in the studio. you convinced yourself it was still passion for the work. but he had become your work. your mentor. your provider. and you were so thankful he was all of those things wrapped into one.

“these are beautiful,” he would whisper, pointing to different lyrics throughout the journal. “i love the way you think, baby,” he’d say, kissing your temple. and all you could think about was him.

the long days in the studio dwindled as the album neared completion. the energy was bittersweet. a mix of pride and quiet melancholy as everyone sensed the end of a chapter approaching.

one afternoon, teddy pulled you aside near the back of the control room while michael was momentarily out of earshot.

“you’ve been incredible, kid. michael’s been singing your praises nonstop. to me, to the label, everyone. he really believes in you. i’ve got some more hands-on work coming up with blackstreet after this wraps. real producing credits. you earned this. you should thank him; he’s the reason doors are opening for you like this.”

you smiled, a small flicker of genuine professional excitement warming your chest for the first time in months. “teddy, wow, i… thank you. that means everything.”

that night, curled up against his chest on the couch, you told him what teddy had said. your voice was gentle, full of gratitude.

“he said i earned it… and that i should thank you. that you’ve really been looking out for me.”

michael pulled you closer, stuffing his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. his voice was low, warm, and laced with that familiar need.

“he’s right, baby, you did earn it… and you should thank me,” he said softly, placing a quick kiss to your skin as he lifted his head from your neck. he looked at you with those big brown eyes, soft and vulnerable but laced with quiet desperation. “thank me by working with me.”

you furrowed your brows, completely confused. “work with you?” you repeated, searching his face.

“i can’t imagine doing another album without you. you always know what i’m thinking before i even say it.” his thumb brushed your lower lip, eyes soft but intense. “i’ve given you everything… haven’t i? i kept my word,” he paused, his fingers gently tracing your jaw, “please give this to me.”

you felt that familiar pull; the intoxicating mix of love and the deep fear of disappointing him. but this time there was no internal fight. you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips with complete devotion.

he really had given you everything. a life of luxury, of love. he had taken a chance on you when no one else would. and now he was offering you a future by his side.

“i’ll resign after the album is finished,” you reassured him, sweeping the curls from his face as his eyes grew larger with each word that fell from your lips. “i don’t want to do any of it without you either.”

he exhaled like a weight had been lifted, pulling you tighter into his chest. in that quiet moment, you felt the final piece of yourself settle fully into his grasp. your dreams, your career, your future… they all belonged to him now. and you had never felt more at peace with it.

[maturehotgf]

WHERE PERV!BSF MICHAEL KNOWS JUST WHAT TO SAY AND DO TO KEEP YOU ON YOUR TOES 18+ mdni.

an: long asf and straight up dumbification😭 i hope yall enjoy tho i owe it to you guys!

MICHAEL HAS BEEN YOUR BEST FRIEND FOR 2 YEARS and he just seems to not get enough of seeing you or the expressions you make to his naughty comments or doings.

you can be studying with him after school at his house in his room and he'll have you sit in between his legs on the floor with your back on his chest.

"i can't really see what your reading and can you sit up some?" he'll ask innocently and you being you, not thinking too much of it because it's something you guys do all the time, you sit up but he grabs your waist and scoot you back enough to where you can feel how hard he is in his pants.

you slightly jump at the feeling trying to ignore the such lewd act but he makes it worse by saying "i must really love studying with you huh?" he giggled at such statement.

you giggle nervously and tried to continue your studies.

michael loves when you fall asleep on his lap with you turned facing him and your head in the crook of his neck.

he loves the feeling of your breasts pressing against his chest and his hands sliding down your back to the inside of your pajama shorts to play with your lace thong.

even though you what he's doing but once again you don't mind it because michael has conditioned to you think that that's is just what friends do.

well, just your friendship of course.

there are times he would drop things on purpose to see you bend over to peek under your skirt.

he would do it more often when you sat on his lap without your underwear on under your skirt (which he requested all the time for you to do during you guys sleepovers) and bends you all the way down to where he can see the soaked sweet arousal dripping out of you.

he licks his lip at the sight and takes his thumb to start rubbing up and down your clit like it was the best thing he's ever seen next to the mona lisa being painted.

you moaned so softly. "mikeyyy." trying to protest against his sudden touch against you.

he shudders under his breathe and whispers in your ear which sends chills down your back continuing the up and down motion against your wet folds aching for him to enter you.

"shhh, it's okay mama. it feels good don't it?" he asked so smoothly that you couldn't help but bite your lips to it but then suddenly he stops.

you sit up immediately hot and frustrated by the action turning your head around to see him sucking the juices off his thumb and smirking devilishly while grabbing whatever he dropped on the floor from your hand and turning you back around to whatever had you guys attention.

michael always made conversation with you just to stare at your lips.

don't get it wrong, he loved hearing you talk but it was the way your lips shined with the sparkly pink lip gloss that he loved so much that made him think the most perverted things.

such as how they would look around him while you were on your knees taking him in your mouth especially with the lip gloss.

sometimes when you were talking to him, he would just caress your cheek then all of a sudden he would direct his thumb to your lips then just enter it inside your mouth without warning.

"do you know how pretty you are?" he would say very innocently but in the back of your mind, you couldn't fathom how something so dirty was so pretty in his eyes.

you would shake your head while you began moving your tongue around his thumb getting so hot by this perverted behavior of his that he has trained you to enjoy.

"you are the prettiest thing ever. the prettiest friend i've ever had. especially like this." he says while grabbing your hand to rub him in his pants.

he moaned softly at your touch.

he took his thumb out your mouth and then rubbed your lips feeling the sticky lip gloss residue on your lips. "i can't wait to show you this lip gloss i seen i think it would be so pretty on you." he said with the thought of his cum dripping from your lips.

"really?" you asked excitedly honestly curious about this lip gloss you were so willing to try.

he nodded his head and smirked "yes and it's shiny just like yours." he said doing a lil boop on your nose amazed by your dumbfounded mind.

"oh mikey, i can't wait to see it!" you squealed jumping into his arms while he caught you and sat you in between his legs.

"of course, but i only i can give you this lipgloss. it's special nobody else can give you the lip gloss but me okay?" he said as he mumbled inside the crook of your neck while kissing it.

"okayy" you giggled out and started to grab his hand to compare hand sizes.

he loved how your small hands could barely wrap over his large hands.

the size difference between you and him was something he thought about on a daily.

hell, he would be in his room alone, touching himself, imagining him above you thrusting inside of you with your legs on top of his shoulders just pounding you over and over begging his name chanting it like it was a prayer.

or him picking you up while he sat on kitchen counter probably watching you cook or baking cookies for him just for him to be pounding you from under while he held you with one hand behind your neck and his other arm holding your waist tightly while licking your neck then sucking your breasts.

just rough handling you the way he always imagined.

you guys would play tag (which of course something michael also made perverted) that consisted of him basically chasing you around in the living room and when he caught you he would bend over the couch which gave him an excuse to dry hump you basically.

sometimes he would pull your hair in the process just to test how rough you would like backshots.

he would smirk at the surprised whine that would come from you when he had you in this position.

"mikeyy stopp, your not it anymoreeee" you whined trying to get out his grasp but he would just grab you back on his clothed achingly hard bulge and slowly rub himself against your clothed ass.

his hand would travel to the front of your skirt, under it, to play with your clothed clit and rub circles around it that makes you push your ass into him.

"mikey please." you moaned needing more than his fingers and he knew that but he enjoyed giving you so much little because he knows it would keep you around. curious about wanting more.

he smirked and stopped, letting go of you giving you a chance to stand up.

you turned around with a frown and he laughed softly.

"such my needy pretty girl." he said while lifting your chin and giving you a sloppy kiss which was a regular kiss to you guys but probably freaked out to others then he turned and walked away leaving you hot and bothered per usual.

you were his needy pretty girl.

his most pretty dumbfounded friend.

and…

he loved every bit of it.