Your an average girl with an average life, except you have powers, and live with a bunch of superhero's. Some might not call that average at all.
Find out what happens when the God of mischief is given a second chance to prove himself and he's sent to live with you.
Will everything go as planned??
Saving Grace- OC/Reader/Bob Reynolds
Bob Reynolds, a man who carries both the power of a god and the shadow of a monster. Aria Willow, a woman who has the full power of an infinity stone and can destroy planets with her bare hands.
Living with the thunderbolts is chaotic but also gave you found family, learning to use each other during hard times may be just what they all need.
Drawn into Bob's orbit, you'll discover love with him isn't always easy, its a slow burn through fear, trust, and the weight of the past. But maybe just maybe, you're the one person who can anchor him before he slips into the void again.
Oneshots- OC/Reader/Jaafar Jackson
One shots of Jaafar jackson since we are all obsessed with him rn 😍
Summary: Jaafar cry’s when you are upset with him 😛
Warnings: sum angst and alot of fluff
795 wc
Y/n pov
It had been two hours since Jaafar had responded to my last text. Now that we've been engaged for over a year and all of the Michael press had died down it finally felt like a good time to begin planning our wedding.
In just today I had suggested over five possible dates and they were all dismissed for some excuse on why it just wouldn't be able to work. To say I was growing impatient and aggravated was too simple. I understood with his changing career and success that he would be pulled away in all these directions and never once have I ever or will I ever complain, but I wanted something to finally be for us after this long ride, I just wanted to marry my best friend.
In the last two hours I had managed to scream, cry, and even laugh. But now I was busing myself in the kitchen to take my mind off things, I had decided to cook my favorite meal, my southern grandma's baked mac & cheese topped with breadcrumbs and Lana Del Rey was playing so loud from our living room TV that I didn't even hear Jaafar walk in.
"Wow smells amazing baby" he yells over the music, walking into the kitchen. I turn around and grab the remote off of the kitchen island to lower the volume. Still not in the complete mood I tried my best to focus on the cooking. I was trying to keep my guard up but his bright presence and infectious smile were making things all the way harder.
"Is this for dinner?" Jaafar asks, another attempt to start a conversation, "no it's breakfast" I say in complete sarcasm. I turn around before I can even see his reaction to put the mac in the oven, "Well it smells good" he responds. "How was your day?
"It was fine Jaafar" I say my frustration now clearly palpable. It's quiet for a few seconds as I wipe down the counter and put the dishes in the sink to do later. "Did I do something, please tell me so I can make you feel better" Jaafar says walking closer to me. "Do you really want to marry me?" I ask my bottom lip quivering slightly. "What of course how could you ask that" Jaafar responds now cupping the sides of my face as hot tears start to stream down my face.
"It just feels like you don't see it as a priority anymore, and I know your career is taking off but every-time I suggest anything theres always something preventing it" I choke.
Jaafar was quiet for a minute before his eyes started twinkling slightly. "Please don't ever think I don't want you, God its killing me you even thought this" he says tears now streaming down his face. "I have had so many scripts and movie ideas flung my way with no actual dates just estimated guesses so it felt easier to not place anything down yet before I know when I may have to film next" he explains. "But in my heart none of that matters compared to you I need you to know, I'll never walk onto another film set again if you don't want me to, my promise to you is the same as when I first slid this ring on your finger".
Well now we were both sobbing messes, "Jaafar I promise i'm not asking you to give up your career for me" I say chuckling through tears. "You know I'd do it if you asked" he responds, "which is why I won't" I smile to him.
"Id marry you tomorrow if it were up to me" Jaafar says kissing my tear stained cheeks, "I know you would but I need my great big wedding" I say making us both chuckle, "we sorta have to with my dramatic family" he adds.
We moved to the couch, my hands were wrapped around his waist as I snuggled into his chest and friends played quietly on the tv. "What about July the 13th, It's a Saturday it'll be sunny and we can get married in that castle you always wanted" Jaafar suggests making my eyes light up. "Wow that is only five months away" I say registering the date, "I think we can do it, I'll pause all work until every detail is finished" Jaafar states smiling down at me.
"Thank you for listening to me and not making me feel bad about the way I feel" I say more tears threatening to spill out with how gentle and loving he was towards me. "Seeing you upset is a hurt I refuse to get comfortable with" is all Jaafar says before planting a sweet kiss on my lips.
Michael shut the office door a little harder than he meant to.
The laughter downstairs carried through the walls anyway. Someone had started another round of "Happy Birthday," though half the kids had already abandoned the song in favor of yelling over each other.
The music from downstairs dulled instantly. Michael didn't even look at you. Instead, he crossed his arms and stared out the window like he'd been personally wronged by the sun. You sighed. "Really?" still no answer. "Michael." Still nothing. "Oh, so we're doing the silent treatment now?"
"I have nothin' to say." You blinked. "Then why did you drag me in here?" His jaw flexed. "I didn't drag you."
"You literally grabbed my wrist."
"I guided you." You laughed once. "You're so unbelievable."
"So are you."
"What does that mean?" He finally turned. "What does it mean?" He gestured toward you. "You're wearing that."
You looked down at your dress. The black one.
The one that hugged your waist just right, dipped a little lower in the back, and had earned the nickname 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 years ago, because every single time you wore it, Michael couldn't keep his hands off you.
Back when he was your husband. "It's a dress, Michael..get over it."
"It is not just a dress."
"It absolutely is." He scoffed. "You know exactly what dress that is."
"Oh god."
"You wore it on our anniversary in Paris. You wore it when we renewed our vows, goodness.. you wore it when i couldn't stop makin' love to you."
"That was eleven years ago." His face twisted. "You don't have to remind me miss." Your lips pressed together. "You don't get to tell me what I wear anymore."
"I know."
"But you're acting like you do."
"I know."
"So what's the problem?" He looked away. His voice came out quieter. "I don't like other men looking at you."
Your face slightly softens. "...Michael." He looks up. "I don't."
"You lost that privilege." You said with no empathy. "I know." He laughed bitterly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Believe me, I'm painfully aware." The tension softened.
You hated when his voice did that. That tiny crack. That little glimpse of the man you'd built fifteen years of your life with. "You looked..." He searched for the words. "Beautiful."
Your heart jumped. "I couldn't stop noticing." His gaze dipped "You weren't supposed to." You tease.
"And every man downstairs was looking at you." You folded your arms. "Were they?" He shot you a look. "Don't do that." A smile tugged at your lips. "Are you jealous?"
"No." He said fast. "look at me...michael." and he did. "I'm irritated." You roll your eyes. "That's jealousy."
"It's different."
"It really isn't." He groaned dramatically, dropping into your brother's desk chair. "I hate this."
"What?"
"Being divorced." Your smile faded. "I hate that I can't walk over and put my hand on your waist." He looked at the floor. "I hate that I have to pretend it doesn't bother me." Another beat of silence. Then, from the hallway— "uncle applehead?"
Both your heads snapped toward the door.Your brother's oldest son. Cameron, muffled voice came through.
"Auntie (name)? Uncle bryan said we're taking a family picture." You and Michael exchanged a look.
He stood, straightening his jacket. "You still drive me crazy," he muttered.You smirked. "Oh, I know."
"...You wore that dress on purpose." you bite your lips. "I did." His eyes widened. "You are evil." You grinned all the way out the door. "And yet..." You glanced over your shoulder. "...you married me."
He couldn't even argue. He just shook his head with the tiniest, most lovesick smile. "Cameron..tell uncle bryan we're a little busy 'kay?"
ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹
he murmured, his hand brushing your cheek. "Let Daddy take care of his girl, hm?" His words made your heart skip and your thighs clench around him as he lined himself up with you.
The first slow push had you gasping. He was still stretching you inch by inch after all this years, your nails pressing into his back as he moved carefully.
"O-oh sooo good," he groaned, burying his face in your neck. "Still so tight—So warm, baby.." Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as your body adjusted to the feeling of him...so big, filling you so deeply you couldn’t think.
"You’re doing so good, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing your shoulder as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a second, letting you breathe, his hand still holding your waist, his touch grounding. Then slowly, he began to move. Your moans were soft at first, breathy and needy, hands gripping onto his back like it was the only thing grounding you.
But then he started to go deeper. His hips snapped forward harder, more purposeful, and your sounds shifted, whimpers, then moans, broken and high-pitched.
He groaned low in your ear, his pace steady but rough, his large hands locked tight around your waist. "Y-you feel that, mama?" he rasped, eyes dropping down between your bodies.
You blinked through the pleasure, dazed and flushed, until you followed his gaze, and your breath hitched. There. A faint bump rising under the skin of your stomach every time he drove into you.
"Look at that," he muttered, voice full of awe. "You feel me here, huh, sweetheart?" Your lips parted, no words coming, just a shaky moan as he flattened his palm over the bulge. You trembled under him as he pressed down, and your body clenched tight around him.
"Shit," he hissed, "You’re so Beautiful, mama. Can y'feel every inch of me?" You nodded frantically, tears almost pricking your eyes from how full you were, from how deep he was.
"C-can’t believe I’m this d-deep in you," he growled, thrusting up again, and again, letting his hand stay firm on your stomach while your fingers gripped the sheets. "Taking it so well f’me. My perfect girl." Michael's hotel room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, the wetness between you obscene and constant, your voice breaking into gasps as he kept pounding into you.
You moaned louder and louder, he brought his hand down between your legs, fingers finding your clit with ease.
He started circling, slow and firm, and it was like your entire body shutdown. "C’mon, let go f’me," he murmured, lips grazing your temple. "My pretty lady." It only took a few more strokes of his fingers, perfectly timed with the deep thrusts of his hips, and your body tensed underneath him.
a loud moan broke from your throat as you came hard, everything pulsing, your walls fluttering around him, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.
He groaned at the feel of it, hips stuttering slightly, hands tightening around your waist to steady you through it. You barely had a moment to breathe before he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.
still trembling from your orgasm, you blinked up at him over your shoulder, dazed. He was already stroking himself at the sight of you like this. Face down, ass up, skin flushed and glistening. He leaned over and kissed the base of your spine, both hands caressing your ass as he lined himself back up. "Y-you can give me one more for Daddy, yeah?"
You were already nodding, dazed and needy. His large palms smoothed over the curve of your ass before he gave a sharp, affectionate squeeze.
You whimpered into the pillow when he slipped back inside, deeper now somehow, your body so sensitive. He bent forward over your back, mouth brushing your shoulder. "You’re so good to me..mmh.." he praised, hips rolling into you harder.
"I miss you mama,.. i dont deserve you." Your fingers clawed at the pillows as your body rocked with his rhythm, a fresh wave of pleasure building fast, hotter, messier.
He slid a hand around your waist, fingertips finding your clit again, rubbing soft circles that made your legs tremble. "mmhhm!!—mikey!" you whimpered, body arching as his hand kept moving so deliciously. "Close, sweetheart?" murmured in your ear, his voice hoarse, strained. "shit, m-me too…" you nodded frantically, barely able to form words. "Y's-so big.. i missed you daddy—M’so close!"
"I’m gonna make you a mommy," he whispered, voice gravelly in your ear. "Fill you up just right—watch you carry my baby, yeah?" Your whole body jolted at his words, the sound of them shooting straight to your core.
You nodded uncontrollably, thighs clenching, the pleasure unbearable now, building fast and out of control. "Daddy—m’gonna—ahh!" you moaned, voice breaking into a high-pitched moan as the wave finally hit you.
Your body shook violently, hips jerking, and then it happened, your climax crashing over you so hard, you couldn’t stop the gush that followed, soaking everything beneath you. "yesss atta girl, so good mama," he hissed, watching it happen under him.
The sight alone was enough. His thrusts faltered and his grip on your waist tightened almost bruisingly. "s-shitttt, I’m gonna cum—shit—" With a final, deep groan and whimper, he buried himself to the hilt and came inside you, cock pulsing as he spilled every last drop into your still twitching cunt.
He flipped you over, and shoved his mouth onto yours, kissing you hungrily, his hand cupping your jaw. You both lay there for a long moment, chests rising and falling in sync, the quiet only broken by your mingled breaths.
His forehead rested against yours, eyes half lidded and soft as he murmured, "I missed you so damn much baby..divorce sucks, I’ll buy you the pill in the morning, okay?" you smiled sleepily, brushing your fingers gently over his cheek. "I missed you more angel, its okay." you whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
A few minutes passed, and then Michael shifted, letting out a long exhale before resting his head against your bare chest, his arms lazily wrapping around your waist like he never wanted to let go. You threaded your fingers through his hair without thinking, letting your nails lightly scrape over his scalp in slow, soothing motions. He let out a quiet hum, almost like a purr, before speaking—voice lower than before, like a secret he hadn’t meant to say aloud. "Would you like to get on tour with me again, love? i miss you so bad."
"So does this mean you guys are done done?" Michael asks excitement imbedded in his voice over the line. "Yes Michael we are over" I say trying to hide my laughter as he shouts and celebrates on the other side. "I think we should spend the entire day together tomorrow, what do you say we go the movies" Michael suggests his brain filling with ideas on how to spend our first day in the spotlight. "Only if we can get ice cream first and we have to match" I say, "oh absolutely" Michael answers, "ooh and we can eat kfc for dinner" Michael adds getting even more excited.
I laugh at that being his first choice, a millionaire and yet he chose kfc for our date, I wasn't complaining at all though. When we finally end the call and sleep begins to pull me away, I'm left with the anticipation of what tomorrow will bring.
I wake up the next morning at 10am, Michael and I were seeing the movie Grease this afternoon so I had two hours to get ready. I wore a jean jumpsuit that flared at the bottom, I paired it with red platform boots and hoop earrings which were a 70s staple. I wet my coily hair and fluffed out the curls, once I was satisfied I moved onto makeup then grab my purse and sunglasses before heading downstairs.
"You look cute where are you going?" my mom asks, the doorbell rings interrupting my answer and I make a beeline to the door.
I open it and Michael is standing on the other side he was wearing flared jeans and a tucked blue button up shirt that was unbuttoned revealing his chest, one hand was on the doorway and the other way around the large belt buckle he had around his jeans. "You're smokin" I say after taking him all in, Michael giggles before wrapping his arms around my waist and engulfing me in a big hug. He pecks my nose before stepping inside, "Hello Mrs. Y/l/n" Michael says greeting my mom with a hug like he always did. "You two staying out of trouble today?" My mother asks, her eyebrows raised looking between us. "oh yes we're just going to the movies nothing to worry about" Michael answers almost to confidently.
My parents didn't really know that me and Michael were together, hiding our relationship this long and not getting caught by them was something I was still so shocked about. My parents always made jokes about it but I always brought up my now ex and it would divert the attention. At Michaels however, his whole family knew and his brothers teased me relentlessly once they found out about the whole scandal, especially Jermaine. "Are you all ready?" Michael asks, I nod my head and we walk back to his car hand in hand.
The whole way to the ice cream shop I was bursting with giddiness, finally we didn't have to be a secret. Once we arrived Bill opened my door and helped Michael and I slide out of the car. "Which flavor do you want angel?" Michael asks looking at all of the flavors under the class in front of him. "Hmm Cookie dough please" I say smiling, "thank you baby" I lean up and peck his cheek.
After several minutes inside the ice cream shop fans start to collect outside the windows and doors. I collect the drip of ice cream about to fall off my cone and watch as Bill continues to stay on guard. Michael had gotten old fashioned vanilla as usual and bought Bill his go to, pralines and cream.
Michael and I sat at one of the tables licking our ice cream and enjoying the freedom of being able to be out in public. "Can I try yours?" I ask, Michael nods his head and loops his arm around mine making his ice cream land in front of me and mine to him.
"Okay just try to ignore them and walk straight into the car" Michael says as we gear up to walk out of the doors. Bill follows right behind us as we swiftly move from the ice cream shop to the car that was patiently waiting for us. Theres a crowd on both sides leaving a small path to get inside.
“Michael! Michael! Who’s the girl?” Camera men yell over the screaming fans, “are you his girlfriend?” Another asks. As much as I wanted to say how overwhelming and foreign this all feels with the bright flashes and screaming fans but in reality something felt satisfying about it all, about imagining my face on the next newspaper as Michaels mystery girl and even better if and when my ex sees it.
"Okay one of Titos friends works at the movie theater so we can sneak in through the back" Michael explains once we finally arrive to the cinema. We make sure we weren't traced before we go to the back of the building and wait to be let in. Daniel, Titos friend walked us to our auditorium and fetched us our food and drinks so we didn't have to be spotted. I had to laugh because when I thought me and Michael were finally alone I look behind and Bill is several rows up looking down at us. "It won't always be this way, we can have alone time too it's just since we're in public" Michael goes to explain, "baby I love Bill he keeps you safe thats all that matters, this has been such a fun day already" I say reassuring him. "I love you angel, don't know what I'd do without you" Michael says before kissing me softly on the lips, "I love you more" I say a gigantic smile spreading on my face from pure adoration.
Once the movie starts the lights in the theater darken making it even harder to see the few people in the auditorium. It doesn't stop me from glancing at Michael as the big movie screen lights up his side profile with every scene. "Why you lookin' at me?" Michael asks shyly after finally catching me "you're just so pretty Mikey" I answer honestly. Michael hides his face in embarrassment making me giggle quietly, I loved film and I loved Michael. The happiness in my heart only grows as I watch how entranced he gets with the movie. Watching his face soften wherever they bursted into song, or how he studies the movements of every dance done and every lyric sung, it made my heart swell, he truly loved his job.
"I loved the movie I think we should go again" Michael says all giddy as we leave the theater and throw away our popcorn trash. I chuckle and watch as Michael mimics some of the dance moves from the film as we walk out the back door.
“Okay kids I’m going to grab y’all’s dinner” Bill says before leaving us in the driveway of Hayvenhurst once we had arrived back home. “So what should we do in the meantime?” Michael asks rocking back and forth with his hands behind his back and his eyes side eyeing me to see a reaction. “You got something in mind?” I say flipping the question, “Well it’s only 4:30 I need to work my appetite up” he answers eyeing my figure up and down.
I grab his hand, Michaels laughs heard from behind as I march us right into his house and up into his bedroom. He closes the door behind us as we both rid of our shoes. “Thank you for the date baby it was perfect can’t wait to see the worlds reaction” I exclaim as Michael walks towards me, “its not over yet baby” is all he says before capturing my lips in a steamy kiss. “Feeling bold” I say once we finally pull apart, “I just love you” Michael says wrapping his arms around my waist. I look into his eyes hiding a growing smile “I love you too angel face”.
Michaels hands slowly move from my waist and higher up, his pointer finger hooks around the zipper that holds my outfit together and he slowly pulls it down. My breath hitches at the cool air hitting my bare skin, the bra I was wearing doing terrible at hiding my hardened nipples. “You’re so gorgeous” Michael says pressing a kiss onto my exposed chest. I could feel my underwear getting wetter and wetter with each movement, glance, and touch he did.
When the jean fabric had finally pooled to my feet, I was left in my bra and lacey light blue thong, Michaels favorite. “I love it when you wear those” Michael says his soft voice making him still sound sweet and innocent. “I know baby” I say walking up to him and running my hands under his shirt to feel his skin, “Ur turn”.
I untuck Michaels shirt and unbutton it, I rid of somewhere on the ground and immediately began working on his big belt, I fumble at it and eventually Michael just helps throw it off. Once we’re finally even and left in our undergarments, Michael guides me towards the bed. He hovers over me the faint smell of his signature perfume making me come even more apart. Michaels soft lips connect with mine again, he slips his tongue in taking the lead, something he didn’t always do.
“Need everyone to know you’re mine” Michaels hums against my neck before leaving kisses as he moves lower. “Please Michael” I say my breath catching in my throat, I didn’t even know what I was asking for, he was just so intoxicating. “Can you arch your back for me baby” Michael asks softly, I obviously do what he says and I feel one of his hands reach behind my back. In a smooth motion he pops open my bra, I lay back down and toss it God knows where on the floor.
“Oh my God Michael” I moan, his warm mouth was sucking on one of my tits, his tongue swirling around the nipple making my back arch out of pleasure. His other hand pinched and pulled at my other boob until it moved lower and he began rubbing my clothed pussy. “So wet already baby” Michael says pulling the fabric to the side, his hands were huge they alone could fill me up. Michael circled my clit a few times before two of his digits pushed past my entrance. Moans spilled from my mouth uncontrollably as he began to move them and eventually hitting the spongey spot deep inside.
Michael connected our lips again, an attempt to keep me quiet so his whole family doesn’t hear us. I was finally feeling close to the release I had been waiting for, and Michael sped his fingers up even faster. “Oh God I’m about to come baby” I warn my chest rising and falling rapidly, “I know baby” is all he responds with, and then he takes his fingers out.
I whine in defeat “why Michael”. “Want you to come on something better” he says his voice slightly darkened. Michael slides my panties off and his underwear follows shortly after. “Are you ready love?” He asks his voice soft and sweet again, I nod my head desperately. Michael and I share a moan together at the feeling of him pushing inside of me, “are you okay?” He asks studying my face for signs of discomfort, I nod my head. He begins to move at a slow pace, Michael was big and I felt completely stuffed every time he hits my cervix.
“Faster Michael” I call out, but that was a mistake, he was a dancer and the way his hips were snapping against mine I knew I wouldn’t last long. Soft whimpers fell from Michaels lips, the sight of his head thrown back and sweat beading on his skin was fuel to the fire. “Michael I’m so close” I say through moans, my legs start to shake, something that only Michael seemed to be able to do. I felt the feeling low in my abdomen before it snapped and waves of white hot pleasure shocked me over and over and over again, I scream through the whole thing, all cares and common sense faltering in the moment. My walls tightening around Michaels dick triggers his release and I watch as he bites his lip and his muscles tense, multiple shots of cum filling me up to the brim.
Michael collapses next to me, once we finally catch our breath Michael runs to get a wet cloth from his bathroom. He wipes us both down and gets us fresh clothes, this time something more lounge wear.
Once he joins me back on the bed he litters my face in kisses. I finally sit up and slip on the boxer and big T he gave to me. I cuddle next to Michael and we stay quiet for a minute, just embracing. “You’re mine forever” Michael says smiling shyly like he always did, “God I hope so, I like it here” I say making us both giggle. A small noise outside interrupts our thoughts, “I think Bills here with my kfc, good thing we worked up an appetite” Michael said winking. I rolled my eyes and I followed him off his bed and out of his door.
“If I’m being honest I like Popeyes better than this” I say right before biting into a chicken leg. “That’s blasphemy” Michael says making me shake my head. “No no it’s facts” I say, Michael playfully rolls his eyes before nudging me softly. I can’t help but smile, how did I get so lucky.
So I just found out mens legs can shake during sex too so naturally my mind went to bad!michael
You would have just gotten back into your hotel room after Michael’s final London show. You knew the small window of alone time with Michael would be limited, especially when you had another plane ride early in the morning, you needed to make the night count.
You were on him from the second he got out of the shower. “Michael let me make you feel good like you do for all of those crowds” you plead as your hands fiddle with the towel around his waist. “Angel I should be making you feel good, you follow me across the whole world and never complain” he says looking deep into your eyes.
You always got what you wanted, thats why Michael was laying on the bed slightly propped up by a few pillows. His towel was discarded somewhere on the floor along with the black dress you wore tonight.
You crawled in between his legs before straddling him. You leaned down to connect your lips the tension of the day immediately disappearing once your lips are together, Michael slips his tongue in the second your guard is down causing a small gasp to fall from your mouth.
You began planting kisses down Michaels chin and jaw. He tilts his head back giving you better access to his neck. You knew you couldn’t mark it like you wanted so you waited for the right time. Replacing your lips with your tongue, you run it down his chest and stomach a warm wet path left behind. Michaels whole body reacted to the sensation, almost like a shiver had run through him.
Sweet bruises were peppered on Michaels ribs and you continued your path of kisses now working on the insides of his thighs. “Angel I can’t I need you please” Michael whines, God you loved it when he was vocal. You had a wet patch forming on your panties Michael would love to know you’re getting off to this as well. “Aw baby is so needy for me” you say with fake sympathy.
When you finally stroked Michaels large erect leaking length, a beautiful high pitched noise leaves Michael. You knew if he continued with that you would end up cumming too.
You finally lowered your face to Michaels cock, your ass arched up giving him a perfect view of your white lacy thong. You licked a stripe from the bottom of his cock to his tip, he was entirely too big to take at once so you began sucking the head while both of your hands stroke and move around his rest of him.
Soft sighs left Michael the more you worked him, your tongue sucked aggressively on his tip, swirling your tongue around his head which made his head get thrown back in pleasure.
Finally you decided to take more of him, hallowing out your cheeks to make room. You began sucking him off like a mad man, lewd wet sounds coming from your mouth and his cock.
“You’re taking me so good” Michael praises but it comes in broken moans.
You spit on his tip, your mouth immediately back on him sliding up and down his long length. Michaels hips began to jerk and his grip on the bedsheets was so tight you thought it might tear.
Tears well in your eyes the farther you try to take him, you look up at him trying to keep eye contact but Michael was past that point. He wouldn’t stop squirming, “Michael are you close baby?” You ask, weighing how much time you had until he shot his sweet release. All Michael did was nod his head not even able to produce full words anymore, he was a moaning mess.
You let out soft moans against Michaels cock which made the vibrations from your vocal cords add to his pleasure. “I’m so close” Michael sobs, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
You used this to put your all in the last few seconds, pushing Michael as far as you could down your throat.
Tears ran down your face at the strain, you felt a large hand rest on the back of your head and Michaels hips thrusted up into your mouth.
Michael got louder and his dick twitched in your mouth letting you know his release was coming. His mouth falls open and Michael cries out something inaudible. You continued your pace and Michaels thighs started shaking and spasming, your eyes growing wide at this new reaction. He buried himself deep in your throat and his release finally snapped.
Long ropes of cum shoot down your throat and Michaels legs continued to shake when you continue sucking him through his release.
“It’s too sensitive I can’t” Michaels whines wiggling out of your hold. You smile and finally pop him out of your mouth. You sit up and he does the same “I thought only I could do that” you say while your hands stroke the tops of Michaels thighs, “its never happened before, just means you have the perfect little mouth for me” his voice answers softly. You both giggle before a Michael brings a hand to your face fixing the ruined makeup he caused.
Summary: Michael asks you for directions on your first day as a hooker… except you haven’t left him since
Warnings: Smut (p in v, oral-f receiving, fingering, creampie)😛
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Y/n’s pov
"I'm going to work but I left you a phone and about five grand on the kitchen table, please get an upgraded wardrobe we have a dinner at six", that was the last thing Michael said to me before rushing out the door earlier this morning. As soon as he walked out of the door I jumped up, the excitement flooding my body and unable to be contained.
This situation was so laughable my first day working the streets as a sex worker and Michael Jackson of all people picks me up.
Michael almost always had a driver so naturally the first time he drove into an unfamiliar part of LA he was bound to get lost. He stopped on the side of the street, his car was nice and jet black. "Okay remember what we practiced and clearly he's loaded maybe you can strike rich" my friend Destiny says giving me a wink and pushing me forward. Destiny got me into this business, after running away from my terrible home life and attempting college I had hit rock bottom and needed money to keep up with the bills this was my only way.
I walked up to the car, I was wearing torn black fishnets, a strapless leopard dress that hugged my curves deliciously, black knee high boots and a jacket for warmth. I tapped a few times on the window before leaning nonchalantly on the side until he lowered it, "are you lost?" I ask trying to be seductive. "Actually yes can you tell me how to get to this building I'm meeting important people for brunch" Michael says handing me a slip with the address on it. "Hm it's gonna cost ya" I say finally leaning down to look into the car, my eyes widened when I realized who was facing me. I had no idea what to do the biggest star in the world of all people was talking to me. I took a route I never thought I'd go and I continue like it wasn't a big deal. Michael lowers his glasses farther on his nose, he eyes me up and down probably understanding my motives now. "Is 300 enough?" He asks, my eyes widen "for directions absolutely" I saw trying to calm my excitement. "Well get in" he says his soft voice so warm and welcoming.
Now two days later and he hasn't let me go. It was strange really, we hadn't even had sex he just always wanted to talk and play games. It was like being paid to have a sleepover with my best friend in a weird way and yes he was paying me 10k. That much to fake being his assistant for a week and live at his house, I could not pass that up.
I dress in a pair of sweatpants and an old Disneyland shirt from Michaels drawer and grab the cash before stepping outside, I knew better now to not go out in my hooker clothes because it was practically a humiliation ritual to these rich people areas. A black car pulls up and I hop in, he takes me to the city dropping me off on the side of the road with all of the designer shops. I walk into Chanel immediately taking it all in, I had always been so far removed from this stuff but here I am. I begin walking around making my way to the women's collection, "Hi miss can we help you?" A blonde young woman asks stepping in front of my path, "yes I'm looking to buy clothes" I say smiling maybe too excitedly. The worker side eyes her co worker who wasn't far from her, "I'm just not sure we will have what you're looking for" the blonde one says with fake sympathy. "No from what I've seen i'd like to spend some money here" I say looking around once more. "All of our stuff is new and extremely high priced" says the other, "no shit" I spit getting pissed off. The women grow more irritated I knew what they were doing but God forbid a non white woman come in with comfy clothes on. After more arguing I storm out of the store seething and tears pricking my eyes. No one else was even in the store but I still felt equally humiliated. I grabbed the phone Michael gave me and click his contact, the phone picks up on the second ring, "hey is everything alright" a hushed voice says from the other end, "yes but Ijusttriedtobuyclothesandtheybulliedme" I blurt out in tears. I probably look insane like on the side of the street crying like this. "Y/n I couldn't hear a thing you just said angel" his voice says calmly. "I just tried to go into chanel to buy clothes and they basically told me I cant afford anything in there and wouldn't help me so I tried" I explain defeated thru sniffles and tears. "Don't move I will be there soon" is all Michael says before the phone hung up.
Ten minutes later and Michael shows up, his layered black hair framing his face so perfectly and paired with his signature sunglasses. He steps out of the car that drove him and he strolls into the shop security following right after, "what was the issue with getting this sweet woman some clothes?" Michael asks grabbing my hand and strolling up to the employees. Their eyes were blown wide mouths dropped so far open but no sound came out. "You made a big mistake" Michael says before swiftly turning around and exciting the store. Fans and reporters had already piled outside of the store and security fought hard, "i'd like to tell everyone that I sent my assistant here to buy clothes and because of the way she looked they bullied her out of the store" Michael said into all of the cameras and microphones, I knew that him just saying that could cost them no costumers for an entire month and something was hot about how much power he had. He continued to move us out the door and over into the next shop which was Louis Vuitton.
Michael stayed for two more hours making sure I got a good amount of outfits for any and all possible occasions. "I will see you back at the house for dinner later okay" he says once we get into our separate cars. I was easily wearing four thousand dollars worth on me right now but I felt absolutely amazing dripping in all of this designer with bags spilling off my arms. I had 500 dollars left over so I killed more time before going home, I stopped for ice cream and then at a lingerie shop since that wasn't covered in our shopping earlier today. When I arrived back home I went through all of my clothes before deciding on an off the shoulder red gown that cascaded down to the floor, I wore black red bottoms and blew out my hair and straightened before adding rollers. I worked on makeup in the mean time, deciding on a red lip to match the dress.
Finally I was finished, I sat on Michaels bed and flipped through the channels before landing on SpongeBob, a stupid show I had grown to love. I didn't even hear Michael get home but I eventually noticed his lingering presence when I saw him resting on the door frame just watching me laugh obnoxious at the tv. "Stalker much" I say a wide grin still on my face, "you look stunning, you always do" Michael says watching me with intent. "So what is this dinner even about?" I ask hopping off the bed and making my way towards him. "Just a small celebration for the success of Invincible" Michael replies still watching my every move. "Something is missing" he says snapping him out of his thoughts, Michael digs in his pocket and pulls out a box. I wait standing right in front of him, "I got you this necklace I think it will look gorgeous with the dress" Michael says opening it towards me, "oh its stunning" I say immediately taken aback by the sparkling jewels. I raise my hand to the necklace and the velvet case snaps shut on my hand making me scream and jump back a fit of uncontrollable giggles following right after. Michael laughed with me before helping me put it on.
"So how much is it worth?" I ask out of pure curiosity while I hold my hair up allowing him to get the necklace around my neck. "About half a million" Michael replies softly adjusting it around my neck. My mouth drops open "Michael are you serious why would you give me this?" I say searching his eyes for any doubt, "because I wanted to" he says so simply like it was a no brainer. I guess this was just how rich people were. The longer I stayed with Michael the more comfortable I became we hadn't even been intimate and I already wanted to break the no kissing on the lips rule Destiny had taught me. It almost scared me how natural this all felt even though my life was a the total opposite of all of this.
Michael got out of the car first, holding his hand out to help me step out like a true gentleman. Cameras flashed as we quickly crossed into the restaurant, Michael had changed into a gold suit and black shades. This had to be the hottest i'd ever seen him, his smile painted his face so beautifully it was like the finishing touch on his look out tonight. We walked into the dimly lit restaurant, there were multiple chandeliers on the ceiling and candles in the middle of everyone's table. Everyone inside looked expensive but nothing felt better than being able to pass everyone sitting down and go behind the red curtain where our private party area was.
Once everyone had arrived I wasn't sure what to expect. The table was filled with mostly men but a couple had dates who I would mingle in and out of conversation throughout the entirety of dinner with. They mainly talked about promotion things and events all stuff that got boring after about 45 minutes. I could honestly tell the same with Michael, somehow I knew behind those big black sunglasses his eyes were staring straight ahead dumbfounded and bored.
I ordered a lobster mac n cheese while sipping on wine. I was getting antsy and the food was taking forever to get here, eventually I feel a large grip around my inner thigh and my head snaps over to look at Michael. He doesn't acknowledge me or anything just simply keeps his hand there while he's deep in conversation. I slid my hand over his my hand barely covering him, I traced over the veins in his hand and lines on his palm trying to keep myself entertained. The only thing that did was make the ache between my legs grow with how much I needed his long slender fingers in me.
"So y/n what so you do for work?" One of the producers wife's asked, "she's my assistant for right now" Michael answers before I can even swallow my bite of food to answer. I was glad he did, I felt out of place here and I wasn't prepared for an interview. "Oh are you enjoying it?" She asks, "ya know I'm still deciding" I joke and look at Michael.
The rest of the dinner passed by and I tried my best to participate, the food was good and Michael insisted everyone got dessert so I was extra stuffed. When we get home Michael put our leftovers in the fridge before going to shower, I do the same using a separate bathroom. I get out and put on lotion, I slip on a red lingerie set I had gotten while shopping and a silk pink gucci pajama set. I let my curly hair free, putting some mousse in to keep it moisturized.
I walk into Michaels room and he was laying back on his bed his glasses halfway down his nose and he had the tv remote in his hand as he intently looked at the buttons. "Need any help?" I ask from the doorway, "what should we watch tonight?" He asks flipping the question. "Hmm whats on?" I make my way over to his bed and crawl to where Michael was. I lay down next to him watching him with a grin on my face as he flips through channels. "You're making me nervous when you do that" Michael says shyly, "How do you mean? I'm just looking at you" I say while giggling. "I know but pretty girls staring at me makes me nervous" he says before staring straight back into my eyes. "So you think I'm pretty?" I tease biting my lip playfully, "of course I do" he answers back with sincerity in his tone.
Michael finally lands on Beauty and the beast a movie that was playing late on Disney. After a few minutes of watching the movie Michael trails his hand up my thigh and to my waist. We were both laying back on pillows, faced towards each other. My hand comes up to bicep, feeling his arm under the short sleeve shirt he had on. The more we looked at each other the more we knew what would happen, this was a rule I wasn't supposed to break, but God if it's with anyone I wanted it to be him. Thats why I closed the distance and connected our lips, Michael was taken aback but eventually melted into the kiss, he slipped his tongue in without warning and changed his position to hover over me, his forearms resting on either side of my head. Michael continues to kiss me his soft lips completely intoxicating making me never want to detach from him. One of Michaels arms extended to the bottom of my button up pj shirt, his hand slipped under the fabric making me shudder at the feeling of his bare skin again my exposed skin. "Can I?" Michael ask tugging on my shirt, I nod eagerly before looking down to watch Michael pop each on of my buttons open with such skill.
I sit up to throw my shirt across the room before taking the bottom of Michaels and tossing it overhead with ease. We were even and both admiring the other, "I like this bra" Michael says looking at the red lacy lingerie I had picked out. "Just for you" I answer winking, Michaels begins planting kissing around my neck pleasure already igniting in me. He trails them down the valley of my breasts before reaching behind to unclasp the bra with one hand. Michael takes my breast is his mouth, sucking and tugging on the sensitive bud. His hand preoccupies the other massaging the sensitive skin.
Michaels lips trail lower once more, kisses trail down my side and stop at the waistband of my pajama pants. The arousal that had been building all day shit all week was finally getting attention. I needed this not as my job but because I need him. "Please just take them off" I blurt out before he can ask, Michaels doesn't waste a second in sliding my pants right off, my lacy red thong not far behind it. "I want you to wear this set around the house all day tomorrow" Michael demands before slinging the underwear across the room. I nod but the cold air hitting my bare pussy made me gasp, "so pretty and wet for me" Michael says staring straight at my glistening heat. I couldn't take anymore dilly dallying I needed to be relieved of this ache, this craving.
Finally I felt a wet sensation run through my folds, I look down and my heart melts at the sight. Michaels was in front of me, tongue lapping up my arousal as I struggled to keep clear thoughts. "You taste so good" Michaels says barely breaking from my core, the vibrations of his voice sent my back arching. Michael hooked his arms around each of my thighs to keep me held open as he began to eat me out like we hadn't just comeback from a dinner. His tongue was thrusting in and out of me as his lips sucked my clit, eventually his mouth stayed on my clit as he inserted two of his long fingers into my pussy. I could be full from his hands already, they moved with such skill they hit where I needed it most, it was only a matter of time before I felt the familiar feeling building in my lower stomach. My hips began to lift up to match his fingers place, I was so close to my release and I needed to get it. "Michael I'm so close" I whine, my hand finding his head to thread my fingers through his jet black locks. As my legs began to shake from my incoming release all sensation on my heat stops. I immediately look down "why'd you stop I was s'close" I sigh, "I know" is all he answers.
Michael drops his plaid pajama pants and boxers, God he was huge. "Will it even fit?" I ask, "we can try it" Michael says before pumping himself a few times. I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him in. Michael slapped his leaking hard cock against my dripping pussy a couple times before running his dick through my folds to collect some arousal. Finally he pushed into me, we both moan out in pleasure at the initial stretch. "God you feel so good baby" Michael says before he starts pushes the rest of himself in inch by inch. When he slowly started to move I felt like I was seeing stars, like the Mario coins could fall out of me in any minute. "Faster Michael" I moan out. He listens immediately, he begins thrusting in and out of me at an unruly pace. Michael leans down to connect our lips again helping me control the constant whimpers that left my mouth each time our hips meet. I could already feel my orgasm building, it was halfway there from everything he did earlier and now it was coming in two times faster.
Without warning Michael flipped me over like I weighed nothing, I perked my ass in the air already knowing. Michael slid back into me, he grabbed my waist and snapped his hips so fast against mine I thought I saw the light. "Mike please I'm gonna come" I moan out barely able to get the words out. "I know baby just hold on a little bit longer you're doing so good f'me" Michael reassures. He keeps up with that brutal pace, my fists clench the bedding as teas roll down my face. All you could hear were the moans spilling from our mouths, the sound of skin clapping, and the headboard banging it was pure filth but it felt so good. Everything was wrong about this he was Michael Jackson, I was a hooker, he was 43 I was 24 but it felt so right.
There was no way I could hold on any longer, I felt his dick twitch inside of me, and I knew he was close too. Michael offered a few slaps to my ass the sting only adding the pleasure. "Michael I can't" I choke out, "i'm close too baby" Michael says his head thrown back in pleasure. My legs begin shaking again, "come inside of me" I scream before my orgasm rips through me, waves of pleasure keep knocking into me my vision going partially white. I heard a string of cuss words and Michael collapsing over me as he filled me so full of his seed.
Michael kissed my cheek before pulling out of me, I felt a mixture of our releases drip out of me before Michael runs into his bathroom. He comes back with a warm cloth and cleans us both up. We get relaxed into bed and snuggle into each other, "I don't know maybe you should be in my profession" I say making Michael laugh, it was a joyous sound and I'm happy it was because of me, I hope I wasn't getting too attached to this man. It will all be over by the end of the week, right?
A/n: Watched pretty woman for the first time and it reminded me of mature era Mike 🙂↕️
Hiii so im listening to in the closet and had a bright idea what if its michael obviously and he couldn’t find another girl so he begs his childhood best friend (reader obviously) to do the girl parts and at the “if it’s aching you have to rub it” it turns him on???? Perhaps pls see my vision
Dare me?
Warnings: Smut with plot igggg 🙂↕️
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"Okay okay I will be in your song" I say finally folding after 20 minutes of Michael trying to convince over the phone. "Really you mean that" he says almost waiting to get excited in case theres a catch, "yes but please don't make me sound bad" I say chuckling. "You could never sound bad" Michael responds before a million thank you's spill from his mouth. Once the phone call wraps up I begin imagining what it will be like to record my lines. Being in a recording studio was nothing new since I had been going to Michaels rehearsals and recording sessions since him and his brothers first popped off in the 60s, but being on the other side was nerve wracking to think about.
A week later and it was finally time, I met Michael at his house my big pink purse filled with two sack lunches which I had packed for us like I always use to do when we were kids. Bill drove us to the studio, Michael and I sitting in the backstreet my feet laying across his lap as he gently rubs my legs, a ritual so normal every time we are were in a car. I watch him as he intently looks out of the window deep in thought, his face perfectly lit by the natural lighting seeping into the car. My thoughts are quickly interrupted when the car stops, a tell tell sign that we had arrived.
"So you're just going to read the lines off of this paper" Michaels explains as I put on the headphones and stand up to the mic, I look at the words on the small stand in front of me. "Touch me there, make the move, cast the spell?" I ask reading one of the lines, I look at Michael my brows knit together. A shy grin was plastered on his face and I rolled my eyes, "oh please you're my best friend, of like 27 years" Michaels whines making me fight a smile, "more like your only friend of 27 years" I clap back teasingly. "Well Bubbles is my favorite now" he says making us both laugh.
"Okay time to get recording kids" Michaels vocal coach says snapping us out of our moment. I take a few deep breaths before I hear the familiar rhythm of the song that Michael had shown me a week ago to ready me for my lines. Michael joined his team on the other side of the recording studio now only a soundproof glass separating us.
It took a few tries to get the timing of the lines right and the most challenging part was the way I had to say the lines. "I am getting paid for this right?" I joke making Michael and his team chuckle, "yes and you're lucky for that" he says a grin on his face. He was right of course most of the celebrities he collaborated with were such big fans they would rather pay Michael to be in his own music video.
"Okay we need you to be more breathy please" was one of the notes I had been hearing for the last hour. I was quite literally moaning some of these lyrics I don't understand how I can be more "breathy", I didn't say that of course instead I looked to Michael which I always did when I was unsure of something. His hands were covering his lap and he was leaned far back in his chair, wow he looked really hot. Ugh why did these feelings need to come out in the middle of all of this, I shake my hands out to lock back in and get the take right.
Finally I got what I think was near perfect, "wow y/n I think that was it" one of the producers says and the rest follow with nods and approvals. "I think we should run it again" a soft voice intercepts making some let out a huff, "Michael was that not perfect?" I ask pointing at him through the glass. "I just think we can get it smoother" he explains, no one really gave it a second thought everyone knew Michael was very particular about things and if he had a vision it had to be executed perfectly. On my last take I kept my eyes on Michael searching for any signs of disapproval, finally I got to one of the naughtiest lines in the song, still my eyes didn’t leave Michaels. “And if its achin, you’ll have to rub it” I say trying hard to sell the seductiveness, I watched as Michael shifted uncontrollably in his seat his hand gripping his chair rather tightly. It finally dawned on me that he was really getting off to this, my last take was fine he just wanted an excuse to hear me say the lines again, well plaid Jackson.
The car ride home was pretty silent I watched as Michael struggled to hide the tent in his pants, all I could think about was how bad I wanted him to use me for his relief. This is my childhood best friend what am I doing. Michael and I have always had a rather flirty friendship but that only formed when we were teens. I knew I couldn't jeopardize our long lasting friendship so I made sure light flirting was as far as anything got, but right now in this moment if Bill wasn't in this car, I am not ashamed to say I would have jumped Michaels bones in this backseat.
We finally get to Michaels house and Bill lets us know he's headed out to run errands and grab groceries for the week, his car leaves the lot again waiting until Michael and I were safely inside of the house. "You did so good today, thank you again for helping me out" Michael says once the front door closes. "Aw thank you Mike you know I'd do anything for you" I say my face heating up from my pure honesty. Michael smiled down at me our eyes lingering extra longer than normal. "Would you like a glass of wine?" Michael finally interrupts, "wow you really know how to charm a girl Mike" I say following him into the kitchen.
"Okay so what did you really think about the song?" Michael asks while chuckling, we were now on the couch, two glasses of wine deep and natural conversation had swept us away. "Oh is that why you're getting me drunk" I answer rolling my eyes jokingly. "No no of course not I just wanted you to stay longer" Michaels soft voice swiftly assures. "Stay longer? You didn't have to do this I would have stayed either way Michael don't you know that" I ask my eyes searching for his, "well yes but we are adults now and I know we have lives and get busy sometimes" Michael tries to explain. "Oh Michael you could call me at 3am and I would make it to you" I say my arm reaching out towards his leg, he tenses as my hand rests against his thigh. "You okay?" I ask when I notice the movement, Michaels head nods as he avoids eye contact. I slide my hand higher up his thigh becoming aware of what I was doing, "Michael were you turned on in the studio today?" I ask all of the boldness in my body rising to the top. Michaels eyes widen knowing that I had caught on to him, he avoids eye contact with me but nods his head.
I scoot even closer to Michael our faces just inches apart, my hand was still on his thigh and I hiked it even higher going towards what I wanted most. I don't know when the space between us closed but it happened so gradually it wasn't until our lips met that I realized what we were actually doing. "Are you okay with this?" I ask being the first to breakaway, "oh I'm more than okay" Michael teases before diving back into the kiss. I hop into his lap straddling him the black skirt I was wearing now raising up my thighs. I feel Michaels big hands cup my ass, making me lean into the kiss and let out a soft sigh, "why have we never done this" I whisper barley breaking our kiss, "I wasn't sure if you felt the same" Michael answered. I replied by connecting our lips again, Michael slipped his tongue in catching me off guard, I attempt to fight for dominance but thats immediately shut down. He eventually litters kisses down my chin and onto my neck, sucking sweet bruises into my skin.
"Lift your arms for me" Michael says, his tone sending warmth straight to my core. I do what he says and he slips the blouse I had on right off and onto the far end of his couch, Michael took a moment to look at my white lacy bra one of his hands reaching for the clasp in the back before my boobs spring out. My tits fit perfectly in Michaels big hands, his thumbs rubbed and flicked my nipples making soft moans leave my mouth.
Michael changes our position by quickly flipping us over, my back now flat on the couch. "I've thought about this for so long" he says slowly kissing down the valley of my breasts and all the way to my hip bone. "Please just touch me" I say but it comes out more like a whine, this was years of pent up tension and I needed a release immediately, "you dare me?" Michael asks. I nod desperately "use your words baby" he says his deepened voice enchanting my ears, "please Michael touch me" I cry out getting extremely impatient, and he doesn't waste a second. My skirt goes flying across the living room with the rest of my items of clothing and the last thing that remained were my lacy white panties. Michaels fingers ghost over the fabric of my underwear, "so wet already princess" he says with a teasing smile on his face. Michael peels off my underwear and brings his attention back to my glistening cunt. His lips lower to my thighs sucking and nibbling the inner skin making me shiver with need, he was so close to where I needed him. Finally his lips hover directly above my pussy, "please Michael" I whine not being able to take anymore slow torture.
Michaels tongue dives into me he swims through my folds, collecting all of the arousal on his tongue. He begins sucking my clit making my back arch, my hands tangle into his long black hair. Michael ate me out aggressively like he couldn't get enough and that alone was bringing me near orgasm. He continued his pace before adding two long fingers to plunge inside my hole, thank God we were alone because I wasn't even attempting to hide the noise that spilled from my mouth, who knew my childhood best friend could eat this good.
With a few more pumps of his fingers I felt the pressure building and fast, "Michael I'm so close" I warn, "I know baby keep going" he reassures. As wave after wave of pleasure knocks into me my legs shake and throaty pornagraphic moans leave my throat, "Michael oh my God" I say completely collapsing once my body relaxes. He sits up licking his lips before connecting ours again, I sit up and my hand reaches for the bottom of his shirt and I tug it over his head, Michaels lips are immediately back on mine, I try to work his belt but its no use when my mind is so preoccupied. Michael chuckles into this kiss before looking down to quickly rid of his belt, his pants and boxers following shortly after. My breath hitched when I saw Michaels cock for the first time, it was so perfect and so big, already leaking at the tip. I was practically drooling, "are you ready baby?" Michael asks before lining himself with my entrance, "yes Michael please" I beg. Michael slides into me filling me up completely, we both gasp at the stretch, pure pleasure following after.
My legs wrap around Michaels waist bringing him as close as possible to feel every inch, he begins deep slow strokes sending a hit of pleasure every-time his hips snap against mine. Michael picks up the pace he leans down to suck on one of my nipples as he pinched the other. Moans leave my lips and small whimpers spill from Michaels, when he puts my legs over his shoulders to go even deeper, I knew it was game over. Michaels head falls back and a soft coat of sweat lays on top of his skin as he delivered fast strokes to my dripping cunt. I was feeling so stuffed and my orgasm was approaching alot faster than I thought. "Michael I'm about to cum" I choke out, Michael nods his head "I know angel you're doing so good hold on a little longer" Michael praises, his hand snakes down and his thumb ribs fast circles onto my clit, he knew I was close by the way my pussy clenched around his cock.
Vocal groans erupt from Michaels mouth as he gets to a relentlessly speed, a few more pumps and I cry out as my second orgasm of the night hits me like a train. My whole body convulses the pleasure so good, my back was arched off the bed and my legs remained on his shoulders. "Michael cum in me" I say but it comes out more in a demanding shout. Michael gave one last thrust before he buried deep into me, his seed coating my walls. Michael pulls out as he watches it spill out of my pussy and onto his nice expensive couch.
"You do realize we have to keep this in the closet" Michael says once we've finally caught our breaths and I lay across him totally spent. My head looks up at Michael and he attempts to hide his giggle but fails immediately, I roll my eyes and laugh before giving him a peck on his soft lips.
A/n: This request was brilliant!! And so fun to write thank you so muchh!! I hope there are no writing errors I wrote this at like 5am 🙏🏾enjoyyy
Summary: You stay at the Jacksons lake house to start off the summer but Jaafar cant keep his hands off you
Warnings: Mainly smut!
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Y/n
Jaafars hands rest on my waist as I sit on top of him in a beach chair. Today way my favorite kind of day. It was finally summer and that meant trips to the Jacksons lake house mansion in Malibu. The sun was finally setting and Latoya just finished setting the table on the backyard patio that faced the lake.
All of today Jaafar had been rather handsy with me. His hand always lingering right above my ass or his eyes staring holes into my pink bikini top that left little to the imagination. This wasn't typical behavior when we were with his entire family but I couldn't lie that it was turning me on.
All of us make our way to the table taking our seats. Latoya, Jermaine, and Janet had been cooking spaghetti with garlic bread and for the last two hours the smell had been tormenting us all. Jaafars hand immediately lands on my upper thigh making me glance at him, "feeling bold today?" I ask my voice a teasing tone, "just never seen this bathing suit before" he answers his voice just above a whisper. The sound of his soft voice dancing in my ears went straight to my core and my body suddenly became very aware on how close he was to me. The hand Jaafar had on my thigh climbed a little higher making my breath hitch, he knows what he does to me.
The food was really good even causing me to get seconds, Jermajesty cracked jokes the entire dinner making us laugh and the more distracted everyone became the more locked in to me Jaafar got. "Jaafar" I say panicked and grab his hand which was nearing the waistband of my shorts, "trust me" is all he says before his hands slide underneath both my shorts and bikini bottoms. I feel his finger run through my folds making me jolt up, "you alright y/n?" Marlon asks who was sitting across from me and off to the left. "Yes just the cold air" I lie pretending to shiver in the California breeze. Everyone goes back to conversing and I feel both of his fingers enter me, I bite my lip trying to keep quiet but that just isn't working. "Wow! This garlic bread is amazing" I say rather enthusiastically grabbing the bread off my plate at an attempt to hide my moans. "Thank you so much dear" Latoya says with her signature giggles right after.
I steadied myself with the table as Jaafar stuffed his fingers relentlessly in and out of me. I reached my arm closest to him to cup his clothed dick offering him the same treatment I was getting. It was no use because as my climax neared the thoughts in my head turned to complete mush. I pretended to drink from my wine glass to hide any facial expressions that may give us away, I could feel I was close and I know he did too.
My hand instinctively grabbed his wrist as I felt the familiar sensation bubble deep in my lower stomach, just as I was about to release Jaafars hands slip right out of me and casually into his mouth. "Wow this food was good thank you guys" Jaafar says sucking the fingers he just used on me clean off. He stood up and began grabbing both of our dishes to help clean up. I continue to sit there my mind completely clouded from the build up and release that never came, I needed more and I was going to get it.
I followed Jaafar not long after into the lake house and found him in the kitchen loading the dishwasher. I wasted no time, I marched up to him grabbing his shirt and kissed him. This wasn't an everyday kiss this was an "I need you now" kiss and Jaafar got that message immediately. We slipped into the nearest bathroom and locked the door, from the moment the door closed no time was wasted. Jaafar slipped his swims shorts down and I got down eye level to his cock, he was hard and pre cum already threatened to leak out of the tip. "All of that teasing me get you off?" I ask stroking his big cock in both of my hands. Jaafar throws his head back when my warm mouth finally closes around his tip. My hand runs down his bare chest feeling every sculpt of him, the extra sensation making Jaafar let out soft moans. I use my hands to stroke what I cant fit and eventually I feel his dick twitch letting me know he's almost there.
Right before he shoots his load onto my tongue I drop his dick and stand up. "Seriously" Jaafar says in defeat, "taste of your own medicine" I reply making him hide a smile from me. He steps forward connecting our lips again immediately making me melt, my legs turn jelly and I use the bathroom sink behind me as support. Jaafars lips travel down my jaw and onto my neck, my head tilting back giving him more access. His hands grab my waist and swiftly turn me around, I face the bathroom mirror now watching Jaafar from behind me. His hands drop my jean shorts and next my bikini bottoms which pool at my feet, he delivers a few smacks to my ass making me jolt forward and release moans from the shock. I feel him grip my ass before lining his cock up with my entrance, thrusting forward. Both of us let out gasps at the sudden contact, his size surprising me no matter how many times we had sex.
Jaafar wasted no time, he knew we had been worked up enough it was time for release. He grabbed me by the hips and began rutting powerful thrusts, my eyes close and my arms grip the bathroom sink with everything in my might. Jaafar watched as my tits that were definitely too big for this swimsuit bounced every time his hips snapped into mine. "Look at me" Jaafar demands grabbing my chin in his large hand and facing me towards the mirror. My mouth falls open as his thrusts continue at their relentless pace, my climax was coming and very fast. With every thrust he brushes my cervix not hard enough to hurt but deep enough to make me feel stuffed with his cock. I try my best to focus on keeping my eyes open but they cant help but roll back when he's fucking me this fast. I listened to the pretty whimpers Jaafar let out now that he was close and it only sent more heat to my core, "I can't hold it" I moan out hoping he can hear me over the deep breathing and skin clapping. "I know me too baby, cum for me" Jaafar says sliding a hand down to play with my clit. That was all I needed, my pussy clenched around him as a huge wave of pleasure knocked me out, all of my senses going out and my legs left trembling, I let out a string of profanities while I try to gain composure when wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me. Jaafar immediately leaned and spilled into me completely filling me up. The feel of my core tightening around him making him weak, "you don't know what you do to me " Jaafar says smiling and wrapping me in a tight embrace, delivering sweet kisses all over my face.
After a few moments to gain composure we get dressed and walk out of the bathroom, "you guys are lucky no one else came in here" a voice says making Jaafar and I's blood run cold, some relief restored when we realized it was Jermajesty, but we also knew he wouldn't let us live this down for a while.
We quickly finish the dishes before returning to the rest of the family, "man I love lake days" I say a smile spread across my face as I rest in my Fiancée's embrace, "me too" he says winking and giving a few pecks to the top of my head as we watch the stars in the night sky, the moon reflecting off the water.
Summary: Michael comes home from a bad day at the studio and decides he needs to use you as a distraction
Warnings: Literally all smut!!
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Y/n Pov
The hours passed by at the same slow pace they did every time I waited for Michael to come home from the studio. I hated whenever he was away for too long it was like my body craved him. Sometimes I would listen in on his sessions and other times he would have Bill drive me all around LA to keep me busy. Today I was at our house and I had already finished everything there was to do for the day and it was the stretch of the last hour until his return. I watched a couple episodes of full house, a new show that had recently aired that I seemed to take a liking too.
Eventually my mind got bored of that and I make my way up the stairs and into Michael and I's shared bedroom. I walk into our bathroom and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I was wearing an oversized pajama shirt, Michaels boxer briefs, and my hair was a complete mess. After pondering a few seconds I decided to fix myself up. Knowing Michael he probably had a long day and wanted nothing but to decompress and forget about the troubles of the day and I wanted nothing more than to help him achieve that.
Just as I finished applying my blue eyeshadow and mascara, I heard the front door open downstairs. I quickly fluffed my curly hair and smoothed out the light blue lingerie set I had gotten at a Victoria Secret store last week. Michael didn't know about this one and I couldn't wait to see his reaction with it on.
The front door slammed shut startling me out of my focus and I take a peak into the hallway. "Y/n where are you?" Michael calls out frantically looking around before jogging up the stairs. He nearly collides into me when he turns into our bedroom, hauling ass. Before I can even register what's going on I feel his lips on mine, "Michael are you okay?" I ask stumbling back and assessing his unusual behavior. Michael barely answers the question, way more focused on the connection of our bodies, "Had a bad day I need you" is all he says before attacking my neck with kisses and trailing his hands from my waist and to my ass, needing and massaging the flesh. I let out a satisfying sigh communicating that I understood. "Can you get on the bed f'me" Michael mumbles trying to cause as little separation as possible between his lips and my skin.
I do what he says, my back on the bed and my weight leaning on my elbows as I studied my boyfriend's next moves. I hear metal clanking and my eyes move down to watch his hands slowly undo his belt, I squeeze my thighs together watching his hands work and move until he finally drops it with a clank.
When my eyes meet his gone is the sweet and innocent Michael I and the entire world knew, and in his place stood a lust drunk man who expected to be obeyed. "I'm so hungry, all that rehearsing really gave me a appetite" Michael says his voice still soft but dominating. His shirt is next to go, his lean tan body on full display for me. My core starts to ache, growing more impatient by the second, I needed relief.
Michael crawled onto the bed hovering over me, he trailed kisses down my neck and down the valley of my breasts, he lowers the material and puts one into his mouth sucking and nipping at my peak while his hand rolled and pinched the other. "So where did you get this?" Michael asks looking at the lacy blue lingerie that hugged my curves so well. "Victoria secret" I answer my breath shallow from neediness, "well I'll go buy you a new one" is all Michael says before before his hands grab at the material right under my breasts and he tears a hole. The sound of fabric ripping filled the room and within an instant I was now laying completely bare surrounded in what was my new favorite underwear set. My eyes widened completely stunned, Michael had never done that before but God was it hot.
Michael's head hovers inches away from my pussy his eyes staring straight into mine, normally he would kiss my thighs and tease me but today was different he seemed to not want to waste any time. Michael ran two fingers through my folds collecting my arousal and bringing it to his lips, "so wet already, and I've barely touched you" he teases before sucking them dry. Michael finally dips his tongue into me, the feel of his warm wet tongue making soft moans spill from my lips. His tongue began working more and more, doing figure eight motions through my folds and thrusting into my little hole. It was all getting to much and he began eating me out like he had been starved all day, sucking ferociously at my core. The mix of saliva and arousal making my pussy a dripping mess that Michael was determined to completely clean up without a drop left to spare.
My hands moved to his curly hair, my fingers tugging harder the messier he ate. Michael loved getting his hair pulled and he showed me through the low groans he let out in my pussy everytime I tugged on them. As my thighs kept trying to press close Michael wouldn't let them, instead he hooked his arms over my thighs and rested my legs over his shoulders. This angle made every sensation feel 10 times better, when I felt the familiar feeling in my lower stomach my hips began to stutter the pleasure making my body jolt.
Michael added two of his large lanky fingers and began plunging them inside of me while his mouth focused on my clit. I couldn't take it anymore my back arched off the bed and I began to cry out, "I can feel how close you are baby just hold on" Michael assures me, his voice sending vibrations straight through my core.
I finally feel the coil snap, the pressure explodes in my lower stomach and my whole body twitches with the shock. My vocal cords feel raw from the sound I let out, completely wild and uncontrolled. When I realize the pleasure on my core hasn't realived I quickly notice that Michael is still attacking me like a mad man and the overstimulation makes me wiggle from his touch. "Michael its too much" I say struggling, my head thrown back into the mattress, "you just taste so good I get lost in it" Michael says finally coming up from the middle of my legs.
His mouth glistens with my juices and he wipes it off with the back of his hand with a smug smile painted across his face. And just like that I needed him again, the feeling was already coming back and quickly, I needed more.
Michael finally rid of his underwear, he began pumping his dick with his hand getting ready to push past my entrance. No matter how many times we had sex I always worried how he would fit but he always did. Michael took his cock and slapped it against my core a couple times before slowly pushing into me, we both gasped when he finally pushed past, that initial feeling always taking my breath away. Once Michael was completely inside he drew back and pushed back in, my legs settled around his waist and he began to move more.
There was almost nothing I loved more than being stuffed like this, Michaels cock slowly dragging in and out of me as he leaves bruises all over my chest. There was something so scandalous about being used in this way and I loved every second of it. "Turn around" Michael commands, I look at his face and see no sign of jokes so I do what I'm told.
My ass was just barely perched in the air as my arms extended out, fist full of blanket. Michael was on top of me his cock delivering hard deep strokes that made me see stars, his head hovered over mine swallowing my moans with kisses. Every time his hips smacked against my ass a loud crack would sound completely filling the room with bodies smacking together and guttural moans.
In moments like these I thanked God that Michael was a dancer, his hips moved against my ass and my legs which rest in between his shake from the pleasure. "Your pussy is so tight its perfect" Michael says his voice getting weaker and his thrusts faultier.
All of my makeup I worked so hard on was streaming down my face, I couldn't care less in this moment my brain was almost completely mush. "Michael I'm going to cum" I warn that sensation bubbling in my lower abdomen again, "I'm almost there baby stay with me" he answers his voice almost whimpering. A few more thrusts and my eyes are rolling back into my head, my core tightens around his cock making him let out a pornographic moan, "I can't I'm cumming" I scream before waves of pressure completely take over my body. My senses go out completely, "Me too baby" Michael groans out before I feel hot loads coat my insides.
We stay heavy breathing for a moment before Michael gets up and walks into the bathroom, I hear the tub facet turn on and it doesn't stop for several minutes. My body and brain are still coming back and I hadn't moved from the position I had been left in. Eventually Michael comes back and carries me from the bed into the bathroom which now was only lit but candles.
"So what happened today anyway?" I ask as my back leans against Michaels chest in the warm bath, "it was just a long day and Quincy got really upset with me" Michael says slightly defeated. "Hmm well is it selfish for me to say I'm glad he did" I say winking at him, an attempt to cheer him up. It works because he shakes his head and laughs before booping my nose, "you're just what I needed ya know that?" He says looking into my eyes, I nod my head because there wasn't a day that went by where he didn't tell me.
A/n: College been kicking my ass but I’m trying to write, I rushed this so I pray for no mistakes 🙏🏾🥹
Summary: You’re secretly dating pop star Michael Jackson the only downside is, your boyfriend of two years has no idea….
Warnings: Cheating!!
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Y/n’s pov
I knew what I was doing was bad and it had been going on for too long now. Every night counting down the minutes until my boyfriend hung up from our nightly phone-call so I could immediately go call Michael my other boyfriend.
"So what did he even talk to you about today?" Michael asked when we were finally on the phone, "hm are you jealous" I say my smile probably prominent through the phone. "What noo, I just wish I could see you more and not just at night time" Michael responded bashfully. "I know Mikey I'm sorry, and I miss you too" I respond, a small beat of silence passing before Michael asked "why can't you just break up with him anyway".
It was really messy how this all got started, my parents were pretty rich so naturally we lived in California and had house that happened to be right near Michaels in Encino. I would see him play with his pets and walk around the neighborhood with Bill loosely following behind him. I started to get familiar with the times he would leave his house, often out of anger from his father. I started saying hi to him and making small wave gestures and eventually our interactions got longer and longer everyday. During this I had a boyfriend who I've been dating since senior year of high school, so around two years. At first I felt bad for Michael, it seemed like though he was adored by millions across the world, he was always alone in his own life. I could hear Joe yelling sometimes when they were outside or a window was open and I couldn't imagine dealing with that, I simply felt bad for him.
Eventually something started changing, our friendship became more playful bordering the lines of flirtatious. Things took a sharp turn the day he offered me over to his house for dinner. He rang my doorbell and after letting my parents know we walked back to his house together. Everyone must have been on their best behaviors that night because his father seemed like an angel, and his brothers were so kind hearted, Jermaine too I guess. Katherine, Michaels mother was the one I gravitated too most, she was so soft spoken and the only who made Michael seem completely relaxed other than Marlon and his sisters.
After finishing dinner, I made sure to thank Katherine for the food before Michael pulled me all around his house, giving me a tour. When we finally made it into his room I immediately look around. It gave me the feel every 70s home gave from the bedding and patterns on the couches to the carpet, it felt so familiar. "I don't know why I imagined you would have such a flashy designer styled bedroom" I say when my eyes finally find him again. "Ya I try to keep most of the outside stuff away from here, so I can just be my self in here, no extra stuff" he explains his soft voice and full honesty making my heart melt.
For the rest of the night we sat on his bed and laughed at sit coms while eating the ice cream he made Bill retrieve us. While the show played in the background I looked through his comic collection and he even gave me one to borrow. I had to promise to give it back which made me laugh, we both knew he could buy thousands of that issue and it wouldn't put a dent in his account.
When we laid back to focus on the show I hadn't even noticed our distance getting gradually smaller, eventually I was resting just barely on his side. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know I was being woken up with soft rubs on my back. When my eyes flutter open I realized I was now fully laying on him, I sit up quickly and apologize a ton of times, "why are you apologizing its okay really, you were only asleep for half of an episode" he says chuckling lightly trying to reassure me. When I finally relax I check the time on my watch, nine. "Michael I should probably get going it's getting late" I say beginning to slide off his large king sized bed. Michaels face drops from a smile to a slight frown, "please don't go you only just got here" he says dramatically, "yeah two hours ago" I laugh.
I ended up staying one more hour because I couldn't handle his pleading eyes. "We should play twister" Michael suggests his face lighting up. He goes into a cabinet under his tv and pulls out the game. I giggle lightly, now that I was 20 I couldn't remember the last time I had played twister, maybe ninth grade. If Michael was happy I was happy so I played with no complaints and we ended up having a lot of fun. "Michael your foot is not all the way on that red dot" I yell as we stretch ridiculously across the game, "this is as best as we can get" he shouts back making us both laugh. That unfortunately only made us weaker and both of our arms and legs gave out, making us fall onto the floor.
We laughed the whole way down but when I landed right on his chest my laughter stopped. "I'm so sorry" I say quickly apologizing, "you apologize too much, falling is what makes the game fun silly" he says sitting up. Our eyes find each other and for a second I see Michaels eyes flicker to my lips. After a few long seconds of this the tension spilled over the edge. I knew he was too shy so I took the risk. I leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, his eyes widened so much I thought he might explode. "A kiss from a pretty girl in my room alone, I can't wait to brag to Randy" Michael says acting like he won a prize. I couldn't help but laugh, his youthful energy was one of the many things I loved about Michael, his intensions were always pure. "Can we do that again?" he asks, after nodding my head I connect our lips again this time moving to straddle his lap to close the distance between us. Both of his large hands rest on top of my ass squeezing and kneeding at the skin underneath my flared leggings. The more intense the kiss got, the harder his hands gripped and the faster our breaths got.
My brain was all scattered and when we took a break to catch our breaths the oxygen that filled my longs came with a realization. I quickly hoped off Michaels lap and stood up, immediately pacing. "Is everything okay?" Michael asks standing up and trying to follow my pacing, "I like you alot Michael and that kiss was really nice but remember how I've mentioned Lewis, my boyfriend" I say my voice going quiet. "You like me?" Michael repeats in awe, "is that all you got from that?" I ask a smile threatening to sneak out.
As much as I would like to say I stopped going over to Michaels house and went back to how life was, I would be lying. I was not this kind of person at all but I had already mentally checked out of Lewis and I's relationship especially with him being away at college. I had wanted to end it for a while but staying with him seemed better than being alone. If I only would have known I would be in the situation I am now, I would have found the courage to do it then.
I started living a double life and I am not proud of it. I would call with Lewis every night then like clockwork Michael would stand by my front porch and we would go to his house and fool around. My parents thought nothing of it, my dad was just happy to have his favorite pop star around.
Six months later and Michael was now also my boyfriend. I could definitely tell he was starting to get jealous over Lewis. "Michael it was your idea to not tell him, you begged this to keep going on" I said, him telling me to break up with Lewis catching me by surprise. "If only he could see all of these letters you've written me, and all of the things we do once my family is asleep" he says trying to taunt me. "Don't you dare" I say pointing my finger even though he wasn't here to see it.
After we hung up, I thought about all of the points he made, they were true. I was completely in love with Michael and I couldn't say the same for Lewis. I needed to tell him the truth because he didn't deserve this. He was a nice guy but we've just grown up and I think a part of him would feel the same.
Michael’s pov
I was head over heels in love with y/n, she knew it, my family knew it and it was even bleeding into my music. Three songs on the album I was writing were completely about her, my favorite one was called girlfriend. It was a playful and scandalous song and just so happened to be about the pickle we're stuck in.
The night after our first kiss I realized I needed her around, I liked her a lot she saw me and accepted the real me and didn't make me feel bad for the things I liked or didn't like. I would do anything to keep her around and that night I begged her to keep seeing me. For the first two months it was nice, she came over for dinner often or I would go over to hers. I would ask her for opinions on songs I was writing because her opinion was one of the only ones I really cared for. When I asked her to be my girlfriend my jealousy only grew, now that I had captured her heart, Lewis felt like an annoying mosquito limiting us from when and where we can go together due to the fans and cameras.
The next day after our phone call, I invited y/n to come into the studio to keep me company while I record the final song for the album. Bill and I snuck y/n into the car and covered her with blankets just in case. When me made it to the studio we all were escorted in through the back and we finally let out sighs of relief. "How are you Mike?" Quincy Jones asks me, "ready to sing" is all I answer with.
Y/n and Bill sat with Quincy in the production room while I put the headphones on and waited for the beat to start. The familiar intro to girlfriend comes on and I begin to sing.
Y/n’s pov
I loved sitting in on Mikes recording sessions, other than the fact his voice was incredible to hear constantly, all of the people working with him were so kind a big contrast from his home life.
Michael didn't show me all of the songs on this album and by the beginning of this song it would be my first time hearing this one.
I caught on after the second line, no way he had made a song about this. Even though it seemed like a fun song on the album to anyone else, I felt like it was a direct window into my soul and everyone would know. As he keeps singing I try to hide the growing smile on my face, my face was hot with embarrassment but the song was so good either way.
After a couple hours Michael was finally satisfied with the take. We sneak back into the car and drive back to Hayvenhurst.
"You’re so dead Michael" I say once we entered the house, I chased him upstairs and into his room, when we finally make it in he screams and jumps onto his bed. "It was a good song through right?" He asks using a pillow to block his head, "it was an amazing song but i'm still gonna get you" I say jumping onto him and throwing the pillow he was using across the room. Michael screams before pushing me back and pinning me to the bed so I couldn't move, "this never works out for you" he says before leaning in and placing a kiss on my lips. I roll my eyes and look up at him, "I love you Michael" I say my heart so full in this moment. "I love you more" he answers back, "no way". This turns into a back and forth I love you most battle before Michael gives up and begins tickling my sides making me laugh uncontrollably.
I went home that evening replaying my day with Michael, I couldn't wait to be fully his and speaking of which, I really needed to figure out how to tell Lewis. Like my mind was read, my pink rotary phone starts to ring, probably Lewis' nightly calls. When I pick up the phone my childhood best friend Victoria answers instead, "y/n are you sitting?" She asks. "Well no but I can be" I say confused before plopping down on my bed. "Well you know how Anthony my boyfriend, goes to school with Lewis" she begins, "yes why, is everything alright?" I say my tone now worried. "I'm sorry y/n but Lewis has been cheating on you with some university chic named Brianna" she finally spills.
My heart pangs for a second but I knew I had no room to talk. "Hm well can you relay a message?" I ask, "of course anything" Victoria responds. "Tell him that I said Michael Jackson has a way bigger dick than him" I say before hanging up the phone.
I immediately call Michael next "Baby I think its time we make a public appearance" I say trying to contain my excitement.
A/n: First time writing for Mike, hope you guys enjoy🫣
Summary: You throw a party in hopes Jaafar will finally see you except he never shows up………
Warnings: No smut but a lil steam
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Y/n pov
I sit on the edge of my bed the morning cold making me shiver, I take deep breaths in hopes to calm the anxiety that's been hovering under my skin the whole lead up to the party, my party.
After the last movie I filmed, I rewarded myself with buying my dream home. It was large with a pool and in Malibu, perfect for having guests and with the wrap of the Michael movie what better way to celebrate than a party. Now most of the time the crew will host wrap parties but I asked ahead of time because I had a special plan for this party. I needed him to see me, and really see me not just as a friend.
Jaafar Jackson and I had quickly become close about two years ago during the audition process of the film, I followed him on Instagram after learning he was up for a part. We would message back and forth about if we had heard anything back yet and try to ease each other's nerves, even FaceTiming a few times.
Up until a few months before shooting Jaafar had a girlfriend, one always attached to him. No one liked her yet they had been together for ten years, no one saw the breakup coming. As much as I hate to admit it, it really pissed me off seeing them together, I knew deep down I liked him and I also knew I couldn't tell him. I'm sure you can imagine my reaction when I found out they broke up, selfishly I hoped him talking to me about it would bring us even closer and it did. After that point we spent most of our free time together, it was really nice having a guy friend who was actually respectful towards woman and mature, well for the most part . Whenever Jaafar and Jermajesty were together all hell would break loose, pranks would be pulled, patience would be tested but Jermajesty always treated me like I was his little sister he was definitely my favorite of the brothers but don't tell them I said that.
Speaking of Jermajesty he had texted me just minutes ago about drinks for the party since he agreed to help set up. A lot was going into this party maybe too much, I ordered probably 1,000 pink balloons and hired a DJ, I sent them a playlist that would cover maybe two hours of the party, I filled it with songs I know Jaafar loves, God I'm so pathetic.
When I finally find the strength to get out of bed I take a everything shower to make sure the night ends perfect. Once out I get dried off and moisturized before slipping into my pink silk rob and putting on a sheet mask. Once the 15 minutes are done I throw it away and rub the serum into my face, I finish the rest of my skincare and wrap my hair up before putting on my slippers and walking into the kitchen. I slowly sip the peppermint tea I made and a breakfast sandwich.
One thing I failed to admit was that right now me and Jaafar aren't exactly talking. A couple of weeks ago he started to pull back a little, stopped texting me throughout the day and calling, he stopped sending me Instagram reels and eventually my texts were only getting reactions. I didn't understand and I still don't understand, Jeramajesty has been easing my nerves by saying he's probably retreating due to personal mental reasons and I could understand that especially with the new wave of fame, either way Jermajesty said he'd be here tonight so I looked forward to seeing him finally.
Throughout the day I busied myself with tasks, I made sure the pool was cleaned and any last house tasks were taken care of and went to the mall for any last things. Eventually all of the decorators, caterers, DJ, etc. arrived and began setting up. Zendaya came over around six which was two hours before the party.
"What music should I put on?" I ask her holding up one of my speakers and setting it on my double sided sink. "Beyonce duh" she responded shimming her shoulders making me laugh, I put on the lemonade album and walk into my closet. "Z help me pick what to wear" I called from deep inside, she appeared soon after and we began shuffling through the sections. After about an hour of trying things on I found a short shimmery silver slip dress, it had a low open back and slit on the side. It was form fitting yet also loose making it breathable and danceable which was the most important thing. "It feels weird not wearing pink but I'll allow it" I say spinning around in the mirror with it on, once satisfied I put my robe over it and sat at my vanity sink. I trusted Zendaya most to do my makeup so I made sure she was there to help me get ready, this happened every time I had an event to go to.
Zendaya gave me a nice cat eye look and I parted my curly hair and laid a few baby hairs, I made sure my ringlets were hydrated and popping before I slipped into my silver Louboutin heels.
"You look absolutely stunning" Zendaya said once I'm all put together "all thanks to you" I say playfully winking which causes us both to laugh. "Well now its your turn" I say and Zendaya gets changed into her party outfit, it was a cute off white slip dress and she wore red heels which made her red lipstick pop. "The red lip feels like old Zendaya, snapchat era if you will" I say making her roll her eyes playfully, "oh don't remind me" she says giggling.
It was bordering eight and the doorbell rang downstairs, "people should be going straight to the pool and setup out back" I say confused before opening the door, "Who wants to take a shot!" Jermajesty says holding holding two bottles of liquor, "don't worry there is a lot more and its already outside this is just for us" he says practically bursting with excitement. "Good to see you too" I call to the kitchen where he disappeared to probably find shot glasses, when he arrived he gave me a quick side hug before handing me a shot. With my mind not focused on getting ready the nerves about Jaafar were returning quickly so I had no problem throwing back that shot, Jermajesty passed one to Zendaya but she politely declined so he took both his and hers making us laugh. The doorbell rang again and this time my whole body tensed, what if it was him. Jermajesty opened the door and the anticipation quickly faded when Toms face appeared to find Zendaya, how anticlimactic.
An hour into the party and the crowd was so big I had lost Jermajesty and Zendaya, I had however found Colman Domingo by the drink area and was chatting with him about his upcoming met gala look. Eventually that conversation ended and I began getting desperate, Jaafar was never late he hated being late he was very particular about a few things and that was one of them. I started to panic, what if he really was mad at me and he wasn't coming because he hated me, I felt sick. To hopefully help me loosen up I took three shots with Marasi and Tracee Ellis Ross who were nice faces to see. After the last shot was hard to keep down I knew I needed some recovery time so I went back to the dancefloor. I was definitely feeling loose but I was still eager for Jaafar's arrival.
I began asking around with people I could find, I saw all of the uncs gathered together and chatted with them for a bit, Jermaine told me they hadn't yet talked to Jaafar so they weren't sure when he'd be coming, I was still at square one. I just wish I knew what I did because this isn't fair, he was the whole point of this party.
It was 10:00 which meant two hours had passed since the party and he still wasn't here, I tried to cheer myself by getting a fun drink at the bar, that being a strawberry daiquiri. A couple of fun drinker later I was crying on the floor of my bathroom. This party was pointless, I looked outside my window looking at all of the people in my yard and swimming in my pool. They were having fun it seemed but I wasn't. "Y/n are you in here?" a familiar voice called from inside my room, "I'm just in the bathroom" I say making an awful attempt at hiding the fact that I'm crying. "Y/n what's wrong?" Zendaya asks and immediately joins me on the ground, I try to explain but over the slurring and sniffles and sobs it was hard to understand. "I can't understand you sweetie can you tell me again" Zendaya asks patiently. "I just don't understand why he's not here when I threw this party for him" I finally get out, "well maybe he's just late" Zendaya tries to reason. I shove my phone at her, it was opened on Jaafar and I's texts. "We haven't spoken in a while and before that he barley texted me back" I explained sniffling, "well why is he doing this?" she asks now equally as confused as I've been. "Exactly" is all I respond with.
For the rest of the night I go through on autopilot, I say hi to familiar faces, go to the bar, dance, sulk, repeat over and over. Eventually it was 11:30pm, the party ended at one and that was it. I wanted to kill Jermajesty for getting my hopes up but I know it wasn't really his fault, I sit on one of the poolside benches not at all planning on getting in. Looking up at the stars was giving my spinning head something to focus on, as music thumped and more and more people jumped into the pool I walked away not wanting to be splashed. On my way back to the dancefloor I heard a few cheers and shouts but I couldn't care about anything at all because apparently I'd lost one of my closest friends without warning. I glanced towards the noise for a split second and my blood ran cold, Jaafar was right next to a clearly intoxicated Jermajesty who was hyping up his brothers arrival for the crowd. Instead of feeling giddy and happy I felt embarrassed and angry, he looked towards me for a moment and flashed me a smiled like we were besties again. Instead of returning it I glared at him and turned around to go towards my house.
I was mad he had the audacity to walk in here the last hour practically of the party and smile at me like I'm supposed to forget the fact he basically ghosted me. I sat on my bed and grabbed my pen out of my nightstand, I took a few hits before falling back all the way and looking at my ceiling, like clockwork I'm interrupted with a knock on my door, "who is it?" I call out. "Jermajesty" the voice calls back, satisfied with the answer I get up and open it, my face is not met with Jermajesty but instead Jaafar. When I attempt to close the door his large hand catches it before I can, I sigh and step out of the way as he enters my room. "Why did you even show up?" I asked, all of the courage I have rising to the surface, "because of course I'd come there was just scheduling issues for a magazine shoot I had I'm sorry" he explained, it wasn't a bad excuse but still I was mad. "So the part where you totally have been ignoring me for what the last like month, I didn't do anything to you Jaafar and if so please tell me what because I miss my friend" I say holding back tears.
Jaafar eyes soften completely and his arms reflex outward to hug me but he keeps them restrained, "you didn't do anything y/n it's never you" he says beginning to avert eye contact. "I had a decade long relationship, that is a very long time and when I found myself already falling in love with someone not even six months after that relationship ended I got really scared and I thought maybe something was wrong with me" Jaafar admits, "I broke up with her because it was clear she wasn't the one and I couldn't let the length of our relationship determine on if we lasted or not". I couldn't believe Jaafar was admitting this to me right now, I thought he would have seen me as his little sister like Jermajesty but my dream came true he finally saw me, really saw me. "Jaafar you could have told me this, I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I friended you on Instagram you didn't need to push me away because I was worried about you, I care about you" I say my eyes searching his, "I'll never do it again I promise" he says smiling and it melts my heart.
I wrap my arms around his torso and we stay embraced for awhile, I would stay like this forever if I could. "I love you if that wasn't obvious" Jaafar says chuckling, "I love you too Jaafar Jackson" I say smiling shyly. I pull him down by his shirt so I can reach his lips, when our lips connect for the first time it feels right, like it was supposed to be. Jaafar's lips were soft and tender, he took the lead and slipped his tongue in catching me by surprise. My lips moved onto his neck peppering kisses along his jawline, his hand moved down my waist and gripped my ass. As the makeout started to get more intense our hands explored each others bodies desperate to grab onto anything, before we could move onto the bed footsteps began shuffling up my staircase. "Jaafar someone is coming" I whisper, he lays a few more kisses onto my lips before creating distance just in time for Jermajesty to walk in. "Jaafar we gotta go do a round comeon" he slurs making Jaafar laugh, "I think you're good off those" he replies.
I hook onto Jaafar's arm while we descend the stairs and make it back to the party, "can I tell you a secret?" I asked, Jaafar nods his head and looks at me, "I only threw this party for you" I say. "For me?" he asks shocked, "ya I thought if I threw a party and you could see me dressed like this maybe you would see me differently" I admit letting out nervous chuckles. "Well I certainty am" Jaafar jokes biting his lip at me, we both laugh and continue into the party.
A/n: Thank you to the person who requested a fic based on Party 4 you by Charli xcx this was so fun to write!! 🩷
i automatically assume the reader has a silk press or box braids when y'all are describing hair in these stories. LMFAOOOOOO, you will NOTTT rain on my parade. i'll picture any michael x reader being about a black girl every single time
Summary: You’re taking Mr. Jacksons music class but after presenting he asks you to stay after class…
Warnings: Smut 🙂↕️
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As I sit in class bored out of my mind I wait for the last student presenting to wrap up. I'm a university student majoring in music and this was my final and longest class of the day. It was intermediate singing with Mr. Jackson and it was two hours and 15 minutes long.
Getting into the class was a ton of work, I had to have a specific GPA, be majoring in music, and there was a long audition process. Since it was being taught by a literal celebrity and only for a year there was a high number of students trying to get in some who weren't even music majors. All of the other class sizes had about 1:25 ratio of teacher to students however this class was 1:100.
The class was a school year long and it was May, just under two more months to go. For one of our last projects in the class we had to select a musician who inspires us and do a presentation that lasted eight minutes on them. I selected Michael Jackson, I almost felt embarrassed like it was cliche but I wouldn't be lying and plus someone already picked Ariana Grande.
The last presenter today was doing Elvis, it was boring to say the least I couldn't tell you how many times I've heard Elvis' story or watched a movie that was focused on him it was honestly Elvis fatigue.
I looked over at Jaa- Mr. Jackson. He was leaning on the side of his desk watching intently but the kind where you're patiently waiting for someone to get done explaining something not because you're deeply invested. I looked back at the presenter as they held up parts of an Elvis costume they must have brought. I rolled my eyes knowing the kid couldn't see me but when my eyes drifted back to Mr. Jackson he gave me a knowing smile and a wink. My body had a reaction but hopefully not one seen from the outside, my stomach filled with butterflies and I smiled quickly back before looking down at my hands.
When class was finally over I began collecting my things and pushing in my chair. "Not a fan?" a calm voice asked next to me, I took a breath to ground myself before looking up, I flashed a smile "I just think Elvis is been there done that" I say honestly. "I hope I can't get fired for agreeing" he answers making us both chuckle, "I'm looking forward to your presentation tomorrow make me proud" Mr. jackson says smiling which made my heart literally melt. "I will try thank you Mr. Jackson" I say returning a smile, "call me Jaafar". My eyes meet his, a little quicker than expected but something as simple as saying his real name out loud felt like a boundary being crossed, did he tell this to the other students all who which scurried out of the classroom once the clock allowed it.
I walked into my apartment and was immediately greeted by Loki, my black cat. Despite his name he was the sweetest cat i'd ever had and was who I looked forward to most when I got home. I opted for an apartment so me and Loki would have a bigger space rather than the dorms, in doing so I found a roommate who also had a cat and it was a match made in heaven.
"So how was class?" my roommate Rayne asked, "pretty fucking boring just watching other people present for over two hours" I say collapsing on our pink couch. "Hey at least ur done with classes for the day" Rayne said, "did you talk to professor sexy today or what?" she asked making me roll my eyes. Rayne was the only person who knew about my little thing for Jaafar, it was no shock almost everybody did.
It was weird interacting with a guy I grew up seeing on tv it seemed much more socially ok to crush on him back then, but now that he was my teacher it seemed to complicate things.
"The fact you've been in that class all year and haven't done anything about the tension is cray" Rayne says from the kitchen, "I mean he took you home more than once this school year" she adds "only twice" I say. "Still more than once", I cover my face with a pillow.
When Mr. Jackson drove me home it was because my car was in the shop. I would have had to walk far in the rain and my roommate had a class when I was done so she could only drop me off. The car ride was so comfortable, for how shy and reserved he seemed he carried a good flow of conversations and even the silences weren't awkward. That was around October and the second occurrence was only three months ago. I had to stay after class because I wanted to retake a test, I didn't need too but perfectionism got to me. I lied this time, my car was fine I just didn't take it I wanted an excuse to be with him alone again, something about it was thrilling the making sure no one saw me get into his car even though we weren't doing anything. When he dropped me off that time he grabbed my hand before I could leave when I turned back he said "you got 100 the first time", I was left stunned and then pointed to my car which was sitting perfectly in a parking spot by my building. When I told Rayne that story she went insane funny enough eating popcorn while I told her.
From that moment tiny glances and certain looks made it clear there was something but no one actually took the official move. "Maybe he's waiting till you're not a student anymore" Rayne suggests, "but I'm 21 I would think that doesn't matter" I say, "power imbalance if he's your professor" she answers. At this point I was ready to risk it, her flashes me one more of his famous smiles I might actually jump him.
The next day I woke up and stormed to my closet, I picked out an outfit with Jaafar on my mind the entire time. I wore a cute pink skirt and white v neck sweater and spritzed myself in my favorite perfume. When I had everything together I made my way to class, I was the fourth student up today. While I waited Beyonce, Barbara Streisand, and Kid Cudi were all presented and it was finally my turn. Rather than a poster I did a power point, it was way easier for me to decorate and read.
Throughout my presentation I explained who Michael Jackson was what he meant to me and I included photos and videos starting at age two, of me singing, dancing, and dressing up like him. I gave examples on the subtle ways I take inspo from him in my own music and then I wrapped up my presentation. As everyone clapped I grabbed returned to my seat, I looked over at Jaafar and he had a kind smile on his face and clapped gently.
By the end of class I was anticipating what I could get, could there have been things to improve or was it miraculously perfect. "Y/n do you mind staying a minute?" Jaafar asked as I near the door, I stop in my tracks and look at him. Jaafar was leaned on the front of his desk and his arms crossed, "yeah is everything okay?" I reply as I descend down the seats towards him. Jaafar doesn't answer he just follows me to his actual office which is a door on the side of the lecture hall his classroom is in. "Your presentation was perfect y/n" he said making relief swell in my heart, "which is why I wanted to reward you... but today out of all days you just had to wear that short skirt and in front of the whole class just begging for attention" he says approaching me slowly.
Was I dreaming or was the very fantasy id been zoning out about in this very class coming true. My eyes darkened feeding into whatever he was about to give me, Jaafar closed the door and locked it. It felt like he took two steps and was already on to me attacking me, our lips dancing together fighting over who was going to take control, it was him of course. I lift up my arm and Jaafar slips off my sweater with ease, his eyes widen at my full breasts which threaten to spill out of my bra, with one hand he unlatches it and tosses it across the room. "God you're beautiful" he says breath heavy since we seem to care more about staying connected rather than air in this moment. He takes my breasts in each hand, his large hands fitting almost perfectly around them. His mouth travels lover before attaching to one, swirling and sucking around it while the other is getting pinched and rolled between his fingers. I let out soft moans at the sensation, "wanna hear you more" he says right after.
Eventually we both stumble to his desk, there isn't much on it except a couple of papers and pencils but that didn't matter Jaafar quickly threw everything off and sets me down. Now more eye level I unbutton his black dress shirt and slide it off his body, my eyes roll back at the sight alone, his smooth brown skin and abs perfectly sculpted I couldn't help but run my hand down his chest. I'm quick to unbuckle his belt and slide it out of the loops, I push his black trousers down and hop off of the desk. I sit on my knees infront of him and run my hands along his dick, the only thing separating my hand being his underwear.
Jaafar takes a deep breath as my hand massages and cups him, I go painfully slow at sliding his boxers down but when they're finally off my eyes widen at the sight. Never would have guessed that. I pump him a few times before my tongue teases his slit, Jaafar throws his head back in frustration and finally I take him in my mouth, whatever I can't fit my hands work at.
As soon as I feel a twitch in my mouth I know Jaafar is close, I continue to suck and hollow out my cheeks getting ready for his release. Jaafar quickly leave my mouth, "get on the desk" he commands. I do what he says and sit, he pushes me all the way back and bunches my skirt up around my waist, he drags my panties down and they fall to the ground. Jaafars hands travels up my thighs before hooking his arms around them and sliding me to the edge of the desk, his face and my pussy were inches apart and God I needed this, I was going to cum from this alone.
There was no warning no easing into it, Jaafar ate me out like a man starved, it was aggressive and all consuming and I never wanted it to end. I struggled to keep quiet, my hand was around my mouth as it silenced my screams and cries, the other was in his hair tugging harder the closer I got. "I''m so close Jaafar" I warned as he continued to attack me, he added a finger and right when I was about to release he stopped. I whined at the interruption and sat up, "turn around" Jaafar said.
I got off of the desk and bent over it my ass facing him, my skirt barely hid my bare pussy which was on display just for him. Jaafar lined himself up with my entrance before slowly easing himself into me, we both let out a shared moan when he finally bottomed inside me. After a few seconds he began moving, his hands moved to my waist as my plump ass bounced against him the harder he thrusted. My tits bounced each time time he re entered me the sight making Jaafars eyes roll as he reached one hand to play with them. The faster Jaafar went the harder it was for us both to stay quiet. He delivered a slap to my ass which made me jolt forward this movement causing Jaafaar to moan in pleasure, his hands found my ass again and he gripped and played with it as I bounced against his groin. "Jaafar I can't" I struggle to say through whimpers, he reaches a hand around my throat before leaning over to kiss me, swallowing our moans. He was so big against me and as the beginning wave of my orgasm hit my legs began to shake, my eyes roll back and I let out an almost scream as the pleasure paralyzes me for a short moment. Jaafar cum instantly after me, I felt completely filled by him, when he left me I collapsed forward against his desk, I could feel him spilling out of me but I was too tired to care.
After that we silently got dressed and he gave me his phone number, Jaafar facetimed me that night and it would be the start to a great summer romance. Rayne on the other hand couldn't stop bragging about how she was right about us the whole time, then she insisted we order pizza and alcohol to celebrate, "college would be boring without you" I say chuckling "its true" Rayne answers making us both laugh.
Summary: Jaafar surprises you with a vacation you both desperately needed
Warnings: Smut!! 😏
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Y/n pov
"Okay where are we going?" I whine for the millionth time trying to keep up with my boyfriend's long strides as we haul ass to the private plane. "You'll see" is all Jaafar says making me sigh and pull up the carry on that was sliding down my shoulder.
Once we finally get to the outside of our plane, we're greeted by a man in uniform. Immediately he takes our luggage and a woman steps out of the plane, she introduces herself as one of our pilots. "Okay I feel safe now" I whisper relieved making Jaafar chuckle next to me. We walk into the plane and my eyes look around taking it all in.
All of this was still taking some time to get used to. Not even two years ago I was just a film student at NYU. I had been auditioning on the side and one day I happened to get a call back to be an extra for the concert scenes in the movie, Michael.
On almost all sets there is a strict rule that limit extras from interacting with the lead actors so they don't get distracted. This set was no different, except the actors on this one cared more about making sure the environment was comfortable so they regularly interacted with us to be friendly.
My first day on set Jaafar came up to me. I was sitting backstage with the rest of the extras waiting for our scenes to be shot. "Hi i'm Jaafar" a kind voice said next to me, "oh I know who you are, I'm y/n" I responded making him huff a laugh. Being that close to him really confirmed that he was even more beautiful in real life. I wasn't sure how that could be possible. "Thats a pretty name" he responds flashing that smile that made the world go crazy.
From that moment on, he never stopped coming up to me whenever we both had downtime he was there, asking me questions about my day or even about my personal life. Eventually, my time onset came to an end. The main actors had weeks left to shoot, but most of us extras had officially wrapped. As I exited on my last day, Jaafar stopped me on the way out and properly asked me out to lunch, since then we haven't really been apart.
"Okay now will you tell me where we're going? I ask as we get seated on the plane. "I'm not going to tell you where but it's a vacation that we both deserve" is all he answers back with before kissing me on the top of the head. Jaafar was right, ever since Michael was released it had been nonstop go go go. We managed to travel almost the entire world for press interviews yet didn't have a single hour of free time to spend exploring those places, it was bittersweet having to hop on the plane every 24 hours and move on to the next location.
"So the place is for relaxing and it's hot given the clothes you told me to pack" I say deep in thought trying to piece the clues together, "Ooo is it Spain!" I yell. Jaafar shakes his head, but amusement written all over his face. I pretend to be upset at him but it doesn't last when he grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. He was so dreamy.
I grabbed the mimosas that were ready at our table upon arrival and begin sipping, "There you go baby, this vacation is all about relaxing" Jaafar says sinking into the plane chair and taking a swig of his drink. When I was informed it would be an 11 hour flight in any case I would bitch and moan about being stuck that long with randos in economy seats. Not today though, the seats on this plane were more comfortable than most couches i'd ever napped on thats why I didn't find it hard to let sleep consume me the last four hours of our trip there.
"Baby we're here" a soft voice says while patting my thigh to wake me up. When my eyes finally open I take a second to process before slipping into a long stretch. While leaving the plane, we make sure to thank the pilots and the man who took our luggage.
Once we're escorted through the airport, we make our way into a private shuttle that will drop us off at our resort. I look outside the window on the drive, taking in the beautiful trees and tropical scenery around us. I just burned to know where we were, I was falling in love with this place already.
Once were checked into the resort, we take elevators up to our floor. The hallways are wider than any hotel I'd ever seen, and there was a good amount of space between each door. Jaafar opened the door to our room, "Ladies first" he said holding the door for me. "Aw how sweet" I say winking at him before walking through the doorway. I feel a small slap on my ass and my head snaps around, Jaafar had a sly grin on his face. I glare up at him knowing I probably didn't look at all intimidating.
Jaafar takes the side of the bed closest to the door, a rule he implemented every time we slept somewhere together. I unpack my suitcase setting my charger on the nightstand, a sheet of paper catches my eye and it holds the WIFI password. After I was finished with my number one priority, I went back to unpacking.
"I want to show you something" Jaafar said taking my hand and leading me towards the large window that was covered by a curtain. He begins drawing the drapes and through the window I'm hit with the entire view of the resort. My jaw drops as I take it in, "this is breathtaking" I say in disbelief. The resort lights made everything visible, the beautiful ocean I spotted had a beautiful sandy beach and it was calling my name. "We're in Columbia, where my mom is from, I haven't been here in years but I wanted you to see it" Jaafar explained. "You're gonna make me cry thank you, I love you so much" I say embracing him.
Jaafar and I got into pj's and ended up ordering room service after deciding we did not feel like getting dressed up to go out after our day of traveling. We searched through the tv channels before we finally land on Princess and the frog. "I think the internet is right you would make a perfect prince Naveen" I say after looking at Jaafar and then the tv again. "Hm well only if you get to be my Tiana" he responds making a smile appear on my face, "you're such a charmer" I say which makes him laugh.
Shortly after, the movie ends and Jaafar gets up right away to put our takeout away and clean up. I watched as he moved around the room, the veins in his hand prominent every time he picked something up. God I loved when a man knew acts of service.
When he slipped back into bed I didn't let a moment waste I really wanted him.
I straddled him catching Jaafar totally off guard for a split second before he understood what I was putting down. Jaafar pushed me back against the mattress and pinned both of my wrists up with only one of his hands. I sigh knowing my attempt at being in control had failed. I feel his lips on my neck, starting there and rising to my jawline and then the corner of my mouth teasing me. When he finally connects our lips I feel like an addict. I couldn't get enough of him and with the way he tasted, I craved more.
Jaafar freed my wrists just to take my pj set off, he quickly unbuttoned the silk material and rid of it off the bed. Jaafar's smile widened when he saw I had skipped out on a bra tonight. "It's like you had this planned" he says teasingly, maybe I did" I say smirking, "then you should be ready to take it all" is all he replied with. My stomach fills with butterflies and I can feel the wet patch growing on my panties. Jaafar takes one of my breasts in his hand needing and pinching while his mouth preoccupies the other. His warm tongue does wonders and I let out a moan at the stimulation. "Wanna feel you so bad" Jaafar says muffled while he lays kisses down the valley of my breasts and the trail of my stomach. He leaves hickies in places no one else can see, on my rib and hip bone, marking me as his which only turned me on more.
Jaafar hovered over me leaning back on his knees, he quickly becomes impatient and my pants were off within seconds. I feel his hand run over my clothed pussy, the slight friction on my clit making me let out soft moans. "Haven't even touched you here and you're already soaked for me" he growled.
I loved how no one got to see this side of him like he was all mine, shy and quiet to the public but freaky and playful with me.
Jaafar slid the red lacey underwear down my legs and it falls somewhere on the floor. He spreads my thighs not wasting anytime. I feel his tongue running through my folds, it felt like figure eight motions, my back arched the deeper he got. My hands fly to Jaafar's hair once he begins ravishing at my cunt, his moans sending shivers down my pussy whenever I pull at his hair.
My fingers thread through the silky curls then desperately clutch to them whenever the sensation got too much, I was so close now. "Baby I'm gonna cum" I warn my voice shaky from pleasure, as soon as my pussy spasms around Jaafars tongue he stops all movement.
I let out a whimper at the abrupt loss of contact, Jaafar begins ridding of the clothes he had on. I looked at his perfect brown skin as the moonlight illuminates him through the window, his toned body becoming more visible as his clothes disappear.
Finally he's left in just his boxers, I sit up running a hand over the tent in his underwear. After a few seconds those come off too, I look at his dick on full display in front of me. It was so perfect and so big, yet I always trusted it would fit time and time again. I lay down on the bed flat on my back and Jaafar hovers over me, "are you ready?" he asks almost like I was going into war. I nod my head. He runs the tip of his cock through my folds collecting the arousal, he slaps my pussy a few times with his dick before he slides into me.
The initial stretch of him entering made us both groan and eventually he starts to move. He rocks his hips back and forth, every time our hips meet a powerful thrust is sent into me making my moans louder and louder the harder he goes. My hands grasp onto his back, gripping and scratching at anything to ground me. Jaafar leaned down to kiss me, I hiked my legs around his waist and he began delivering mind blowing thrusts. Jaafar sits up, his pace gets faster if thats even possible and I had lost all the thoughts in my brain. It was the literal definition of being fucked dumb, but I was not complaining.
The thrusts stop abruptly making me sit up in confusion, before my head could even lift I was flipped over now on my stomach. Impressive, I think to myself. I feel Jaafars large hands run up the backs of my thighs and pause before gripping my ass. A hard crack comes down on my ass, instead of a yell a moan comes out surprising myself. He runs his hand along the same place he hit soothing it before sending another slap. My pussy clenches at nothing, the sensation from the smacks going straight there. I feel Jaafar lift my hips up and put one of the pillows underneath my abdomen. My legs are pretty much straight and I feel his legs planted on either side of mine. He pushed his hips forward and his dick slides back into me like he never left, the weight of Jaafar over me and the pillows pressing into my pelvic I knew it was game over.
Jaafar continues slamming into me at an ungodly pace, there was no concealing either of our voices. In attempt, Jaafar leaned all the way forward and covered my mouth with his hand. He transitions into slow deep strokes, every time they land my eyes roll back and I scream into his palm. Eventually tears started streaming down my face and my legs began to shake. We both knew we were close, I felt his dick twitch and the pillow beneath me adding so much stimulation that my orgasm knocks me in its way in. I swear I lost all of my senses for at least ten seconds. I felt the hot ropes of cum shoot into me making me feel nice and full.
We stayed for a few moments catching our breaths and when Jaafar pulled out his demeanor quickly changed. He turned me back over gently and made sure I was okay. A thumbs up is all the energy I could give, he laughs and scoops me up and starts a bath.
When we got out of the bath all fresh and clean we changed the sheets and hopped back into bed. "You know I love you right?" Jaafaf says looking into my eyes. "Oh you tell me everyday" I respond giggling. "Good" he says and gives me a few pecks on the lips.
That night I go to sleep thinking about how fun the next week will be in Columbia, and how I'm so thankful to have Jaafar with me through it all. I doze off with my boyfriends arms wrapped around me feeling more at peace than I had in a long time.
