you couldn’t help but smile as michael beckoned you closer to his spot on the bed. his legs were spread wide, black slacks straining against the muscle on his legs.
michael smiled up at you, round eyes tracing your features through his lashes. a sweet smile spread on his face as you tucked a few stray hairs behind his ear. “i love you, y’know that, angel? i love you most.” he whispered.
“i love you too, mike.” his smile widened at the nickname, eyes squinting.
“now come sit,” michael slowly patted his lap, “wanna show you somethin’.”
you slowly took your place on his lap, thighs draped over his, and wrapped your arms around his neck. michael kissed your cheek softly, and reached behind him.
he retrieved a small pink box, a soft ribbon cutely wrapped tenderly around it.
“michael–“ you breathed.
“open it.” and you did.
you took the box in your manicured hands, unhurriedly untying the ribbon. as you lifted the lid, your heart fluttered.
a dainty chain sat against a velvet cushion, with a single diamond and a delicate ‘m’ charm suspended beneath it. your breath caught in your throat.
“mikey.. i love it. i love you,” you hushed, gents taking the necklace in your hands.
“jus’ wanted to show you how much i ‘preciate you, baby. you’re all mine, yeah? want the whole world to see.”
michael took the necklace out your hands, brushing your hair aside to gently clasp it around your neck.
seeing the tiny initial stirred something warm in his chest. his slender fingers slowly traced your collarbones, taking in the sight.
“mike.. thank you,” you softly pushed him against the bed, kissing all over his pretty face, “you treat me real good baby.”
his eyes searched yours for a moment before your lips met his.
the kiss was slow, unhurried. certain. and then, the necklace moved.
everytime you leaned in, the delicate necklace slipped forward, the tiny diamond catching the light before the little initial swung gently between you. it brushed the edge of his jaw once, then dangled in front of his face when you pulled back just enough to breathe.
as you leaned in again, the small necklace swung steadily until it brushed the tip of his nose.
he groaned quietly into the kiss, hoping you hadn’t heard - but you did.
“what, baby?” you whispered.
he exhaled through his nose like he was trying not to react too much .. but failed anyway.
because his eyes dropped immediately.
straight to your throat.
to the way the charm kept moving, tapping softly against your skin like it belonged there. his eyes stayed fixed on the necklace. his thumb traced absent circles against your side as the charm continued to rock back and forth with every breath.
“jus’.. i love that,” he admitted.
“the necklace?”
“the charm.”
your fingers instinctively found it, letting the little letter rest between your fingertips.
his gaze lifted back to you, and when you kissed him again, he met you halfway immediately.
“don’t care how small it is, baby, everyone can see it,” he murmured, “everyone can see me on you. my name shouldn’t be anywhere but right there on your body.”
as your lips met, the charm swayed gently between you both again. his hips thrusted up into you as soft whimpers left his lips.
“you really got no idea what this is doing to me ..” he groaned, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him.
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your knees dug into the soft carpet below you as you shifted in place. jaafar sat on the bed in front of you, legs spread wide, caging you in. one hand held your jaw, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip as the other cradled the back of your head.
a few loose curls escaped, veiling part of your face, as you looked up at jaafar with teary eyes.
“think bein’ a brat all week is gon’ get you what you want?” he murmured, admiring the way your lips pouted from the force of his hand.
your gaze dropped, trying to ignore the way his dark eyes burned right through you.
jaafar tapped your cheek. soft, but enough to make your head jerk. “answer me, pretty girl.” pet name feeding the fire burning in your chest.
“no .. m’sorry,” you whispered.
“clever girl,” he rewarded, “your problem is you jus’ don’t know when to shut that pretty little mouth.”
you whimpered.
“uht uht,” he tutted, “s’okay, baby .. i think i know what’ll shut you up.”
you swallowed hard. the air fell thick, your eagerness to please almost suffocating you.
then, the pad of jaafar’s thumb prodded at your glossed lips.
“open,” he ordered, before pushing his digit onto your awaiting tongue.
almost immediately, your lips wrapped around it, tongue swirling over the expanse. you kept your eyes on him the whole time, watching through clumped eyelashes as his jaw ticked at the contact.
you whined as your hips began to rock into nothing. your smaller manicured hands grasped onto his thick leg. “please jaafar ..” you pleaded, voice muffled as he switched from his thumb to his middle and forefinger.
“jus’ can’t keep quiet can you?” he chuckled at your noises.
then, he removed his fingers. you rested your head on his thigh watching as he smoothly unzipped his slacks.
“s’okay baby .. i got a bigger solution,” he muttered, lovingly stroking your cheek and watching as your pupils dilated.
outside, the city hummed somewhere below. traffic rolling through the streets like distant waves, and the warm summer breeze blowing through an open window.
however inside, everything felt slow, warm, heavy. the kind of evening that seemed to continue forever.
jaafar was sprawled across the couch, one leg hanging over the edge of the cushions, the other tangled with yours. the smell of weed and his rich cologne lingered in the air.
he took another drag from the joint resting between his fingers, the ember glowing and highlighting his distinct features.
for a moment, neither of you spoke. the conversation had been drifting in and out all evening. little comments. half finished stories. long stretches of comfortable silence.
neither of you seemed interested in filling every quiet moment - jaafar especially. he looked completely content with doing absolutely nothing.
his head tipped back against the couch, eyes half-closed, and his nostrils flared.
you couldn’t tell if he was tired or just high - probably both.
“you’ve been quiet,” his soft voice cut through the air as he mumbled. you glanced over, his eyes were still shut. “you gon’ keep staring at me?”
“i’m not.”
that made him laugh, a soft sound which traveled straight through you, heart drumming against your chest.
jaafar’s eyes slowly drifted open. you looked away almost immediately.
almost.
“caught you,” he smirked, before bringing the joint back up to his lips. you groaned.
you hated how much you liked that smirk of his. it never arrived all at once, it always appeared slowly, like he knew exactly what it did to people.
another silence settled between you while you watched jaafar exhale a cloud of yellow smoke.
he finally sat forward enough to ash the joint into a tray on the coffee table. his hoodie shifted with the action, exposing the line of his collarbone, and the beauty marks that disappeared beneath the fabric.
“c’mere pretty,” jaafar slurred. his arms reached out to grab you, sitting you on his lap. the grin he gave you was lazy, it was completely unfair.
your breath hitched when you felt his hands trace your sides underneath your dress, squeezing just for a second. just long enough.
his eyes flickered down, then back up. his mouth twitched. you also hated that he noticed everything. every breath, every glance, every small nervous habit. nothing escaped him.
“jus’ relax baby..” he breathed, hands now holding your face. oh you could’ve just melted right there on his lap.
“i am relaxed,” you whispered, voice wobbling and causing him to chuckle at your attempt to sound at least a little bit composed.
his fingers caressed your jaw. warm skin against warm skin. it was nothing dramatic, nothing that should’ve mattered too much. except somehow it did. something felt different in the way he held you. the room felt smaller and the air somehow felt thicker, though his intense gaze never faltered.
“j ..” you whined.
he hummed in response, pulling you impossibly closer.
“kiss me .. please?”
his eyes searched yours for half a second, giving you every chance to change your mind. but you don’t, and neither does he.
the kiss is soft, gentle, almost as if not to scare you away. like none of you want to break whatever has settled between you.
his lips move against yours. your hands intertwined and bodies slowly moved together.
when you finally pull apart, jaafar doesn’t move away. if anything, he moves closer.
his forehead pressed against yours as you let a breath out you didn’t even realise you were holding.
then, you feel his hands leave your sides and reach for the ashtray, picking up the joint.
“seriously?” you snort.
“what?”
“we just kissed .. and your first thought was weed?”
jaafar lights up the joint and takes a long drag, thinking.
“well my second thought was kissing you all over again.”
the smile that followed made heat spread throughout your body.
you kissed his lips again, before grabbing the joint straight out his grasp, giggling.
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