synopsis: michael can’t take what you give him and you’re really condescending about it.
warnings: smut, lowkey no plot at all, overstimulation, oral (m!recieving,) handjob, edging, use of good boy, baby, sub!michael, slight praise.
a/n: yeah idk i’m a horny bitch and love ts. that’s all i really gotta say. this is based on this request, i hope you love it.
you straddled michael’s hips, pressing your body against his as you kiss him deeply, your fingers playing with his hair. he moans softly, his hands gripping your waist. the room is dimly lit, the only sound being the soft music playing in the background. michael’s breath hitches as you move from his mouth to his neck, placing gentle kisses and bites. “baby…”
his fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt as you work your way down the column of his throat, sucking a dark mark onto his soft skin. michael’s head falls back against the pillows, his breathing growing shallow and ragged. his hips twitch upward instinctively, seeking friction, his usually composed demeanour starting to crack under your attention.
michael’s voice cracks slightly as he tries to catch his breath, his chest heaving. his eyes flutter closed, long lashes casting shadows on his high cheekbones. a small, needy sound escapes him when your lips brush his adam’s apple. his hand leaves your waist to tangle in your hair, gently guiding you lower. “please…”
as you slide down his chest, kissing and licking his body, michael’s voice becomes breathier, more urgent. his fingers tug gently at your hair as you reach his stomach, leaving open mouthed kisses there. his stomach contracts under your touch, a soft whimper escaping him.
michael’s hips jerk upwards when you nip at his stomach, his voice breaking as he whispers your name. his eyes remain closed, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. he bites his bottom lip, trying to hold back moans as you undo his belt and pull down his pants.
you look up at him, lips brushing against the fabric of his boxers, and smirk. “mm, already so hard for me, baby?”
michael whimpers, his usually meticulous composure completely unraveled. his thighs tremble as he looks down at you through lidded eyes. “i can’t…i can’t help it when you touch me like this.”
you hook your fingers into his boxers, pulling them down slowly, watching his cock spring free. you lean forward, letting your breath ghost over the head before speaking. “such a good boy, getting hard for me. you’re not gonna scream too loud, are? wouldn’t want your brothers hearing, would we?”
michael gasps, his face flushing deep crimson. his hips buck up involuntarily as your hot breath teases his sensitive flesh. he shakes his head frantically, trying to speak but only manages fragmented words. “n-no, i’ll be…quiet…i promise.” his fingers tighten in your hair, a silent plea for you to touch him.
you wrap your hand around his length, stroking slowly while maintaining eye contact, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “promise? you know how loud you get, mikey, when i touch you, you turn into such a needy little thing.”
michael moans softly, his head falling back against the pillow. his eyes are squeezed shut as he tries to maintain some semblance of control. his hips start moving slightly, fucking into your hand. “shut…shut up and suck…please…” he whimpers.
your hand immediately stops moving, gripping him tight enough to make him gasp, denying him any friction. you raise an eyebrow at him, your expression cooling instantly. “did you just tell me to shut up?”
michael freezes, his eyes snapping open, panic mixing with the list swirling in his dark gaze. he realises his mistake instantly, his breath hitching. “no..”
michael’s eyes roll back as you suddenly take him deep, his hand flying to his head in shock. he lets out a loud, unhinged moan that he immediately tries to muffle with his other hand a little too late. “f-fuck…fuck…i’m sorry, i’m sorry.”
your cruel, teasing pace continues, ignoring his apology. michael’s hips stutter up, his entire body tensing as he bites down hard on his fists to keep him from moaning. tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he’s brought to the brink too quickly. “sh-shit..baby..wait.”
you deliberately pause, looking up at him with a smug, knowing smile, knowing exactly the effect you’re having on him. michael’s fist falls from his mouth, panting heavily as he glares at you with tear stained cheeks and glassy eyes. “you’re doing this on purpose..”
you don’t respond, just slow your hand to a lazy, torturous stroke—thing swirling around the tip with each pull. your lips stay just above him, warm breath teasing his sensitive crown. your eyes are hooded, lips swollen, that condescending little smirk playing at the corners of your mouth as you watch his entire body shake.
michael’s face contorts with need and frustration. he watches you touch him, his hips twitching to meet your hand. his voice comes out hoarse and pleading. “please..please baby. dont tease me like this..i’m so close..just a little faster..”
you don’t change your pace at all. just keeping that slow, steady stroke going. your smirk widens, your eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure as you watch your boyfriend squirm. “look at you,” you say mockingly.
you pout your lips, blowing a teasing stream of air over his tip. “such a needy boy tonight. i’m just touching you and you’re begging like a little bitch.” your hand moves slower, almost lazy.
your hand slows down even more, practically stopping, just ghosting your fingers over his throbbing length. “told me to shut up earlier, didn’t you? giving me orders…” you tut softly, shaking your head. “now look at you. falling apart because my hand isn’t moving fast enough.” you grip the base, squeezing hard.
michael whines high in his throat, his hips lifting off the mattress as the pleasure becomes agonising. tears spill over his lashes, tracking down his flushed cheeks. “please..please..i didn’t mean it..” he chokes out, his hips bucking uselessly into your unmoving hand. “i’ll be good..i’ll be so good.”
you finally start moving your hand again, but only just a slow torturous stroke that barely covers an inch. “too late for that,” your murmur, your voice dripping with condescension. “you had your chance to be respectful. now you get what you deserve.”
your hand moves even slower, almost still, your fingers barely curling around his length. “pathetic. begging for my hand like this.” you lean up to his ear, whispering harshly. “you’re so desperate to come, aren’t you? from just my hand?”
michael lets out a small noise, his body trembling violently as you tease him. his hands grip the sheets, knuckles white. he look at you with desperate, pleading eyes, completely undone. “yes..yes, baby, please..i need it..i need you to make me cum..” his voice breaks on the last word, a pathetic whine escaping him. “i’ll do anything..”
your smirk soften just slightly. without warning, your hand suddenly moves faster, wrapping around him properly. “just for being such a good body,” you mutter, your voice losing some of its edge.
michael gasps loudly, his his snapping up to meet your hand as you finally give him what he wants. his eyes roll back, his mouth falling open as small whimpers come falling out. his hands fly to your hair, gripping tightly as you stroke him faster. “oh god..oh fuck..baby..” he moans, his voice cracking with desperation. “don’t stop..”
you pick up the pace, your hand sliding smoothly along his length, thumb working his tip in tight circles. michael is a mess beneath you—sweat beading on his forehead, chest heaving, soft cries escaping with every stroke. “that’s it, let it out,” your murmur, watching him come undone. “such a good boy for me..”
as michael catches his breath, you don’t stop touching him. your fingers continue to toy with his sensitive tip, watching him squirm. without warning, you lean down and wrap your lips around him, sucking gently. michael cries out loudly, his hands tightening in your hair. “oh baby..”
your mouth slides further down his length, taking him deeper this time as your hand works what your lips can’t reach. you hollow your cheeks and suck hard, swirling your tongue around his shaft. michael’s entire body jerks, his moans coming out as broken, breathless cries. “so good..you’re so good..” he praises between gasps.
you start bobbing your head faster, one hand reaching to grip his thigh, pulling him deeper into your throat. michael’s thighs tremble next to your head, his fingers tightening painfully in your hair. his voice climbs higher, more desperate. “i’m gonna..fuck..i’m close..” he warns breathlessly, his hips stuttering.
you take him deeper, your throat constricting around him as you suck harder. michael cries out, his hands clutching at your head desperately. “no, no, no—i cant..” he gasps, but his hips betray him, thrusting into your mouth. “i’m gonna cum..fuck—“
your nose presses against his base as you take him as deep as you can go, your throat working around him. michael’s whole body convulses, a loud, broken moan ripping from his throat as he finally explodes inside your mouth. his hands tremble in your hair, pushing and pulling frantically as he comes hard. “fuck…baby..oh god..”
you swallow around him, sucking gently through his orgasm until he’s completely spent and pushing weakly at your forehead. you pull off with a soft pop, giving his sensitive tip a final lick. michael lies there panting, completely destroyed, his cock still twitching occasionally. “oh my god..”
you crawl back up his body, brushing the sweaty curls off his forehead. you press a soft kiss to his damp temple, watching his chest heave. “you done so good, baby,” you whisper, your voice dripping with affection, you stroke his cheek gently.
michael’s eyes flutter closed as your praise, a soft sigh escaping his lips. he turns his face into your touch, nuzzling against your palm like a cat seeking affection. his hand reaches up to cover yours, pressing it more firmly against his cheek.
you lean down to capture his lips in a slow, deep kiss. michael melts into it immediately, his mouth opening eagerly to allow your tongue inside. he kisses you back with equal intensity, his arms wrapping around your neck to pull you closer. “mmph…baby.”
you keep kissing him, drowning out his desperate whimpers as your hand wraps around his oversensitive cock. he’s still twitching from his orgasm, and gentle strokes make him flinch and moan into your mouth. “mmmh—“ he tries to pull away, overwhelmed, but your lips chase his, swallowing every sound.
your hand moves faster, stroking his sensitive length while your mouth works his lips mercilessly. michael is is mess of conflicting sensations—pleasure and overstimulation warring inside him. he tries to whine, but you kiss him deeper, tongue swirling against his as your thumb rubs tight circles around his swollen tip. “baby…” his hands grip your waist.
michael’s body tenses, his hips lifting off the bed as he tries to escape the overwhelming sensations. but you hold him down with your body weight, continuing to kiss him deeply and stroke him gently but firmly. tears prick at the corners of his eyes from the intense overstimulation.
michael gasps into your mouth, his whole body going rigid as another orgasm crashes through him before he’s even recovered. a muffled cry escapes as he comes again, spilling over your knuckles in messy bursts. his thighs shake violently next to you, his fingers digging into your waist tightly. “mmph…fuck!”
you keep stroking through his second orgasm, your mouth never leaving his, swallowing his choked cries. when he finally goes limp beneath you, completely undone and breathing ragged, you pull back slightly. his cock twitches in your hand, oversensitive. you kiss his flushed cheek. “you done so good, baby.” you praise against his lips.
michael is completely spent, his body boneless and his mind fuzzy. he allows you to pull him closer, you curling up against his side under the covers. your head rests on his shoulder, one leg thrown over his hips in a familiar, intimate position.
people are starting to become weird asf about michael’s nephews and i can’t help but think this can’t be the same generation who said they would treat michael better… why tf are we harassing jaafars fiancé and trolling in her messages, why are we placing such high expectations on people who we don’t fucking know and why are we running with narratives based on shit have zero context on 😭. you guys are insane and you spoil the fun in everything because y’all never know how to fucking act.
━ SUMMARY: when a phone call with his producer cuts into your date night, you decide to take matters into your own hands or mouth
━ CONTENT: 18+, smut, cursing, giving michael a blowjob while he’s on the phone, established relationship, mike’s down bad what’s new, oral m & f receiving he eats it like it’s his last meal, lots of teasing, a tiny bit of jealous michael bc why not, unprotected sex!!! (not a good idea y’all be safe out there), creampie, switch michael supremacy, them fuckin on the living room couch….idk they’re young & in love leave them alone
━ AUTHOR’S NOTE: i implore you to imagine off the wall michael with this one… (post otw but pre thriller) he was pregnant with the lady in my life here. idk let’s just imagine he was an absolute freak in the sheets during this time, mans was topping charts & winning awards nobody could stop him
Exactly forty-seven minutes had passed since Michael answered the call from Quincy.
“This’ll only take ten minutes.” His famous last words were uttered through a smile when he first held the phone to his ear, His producer’s voice audible even from where you sat on the other end of the couch.
You kept yourself busy with twiddling thumbs, ready to resume the rest of your evening, when ten minutes came and went. Then twenty— then thirty— leaving you to wonder if you’d ever get your boyfriend back at all.
Michael mouthed a voiceless, “I’m sorry” as he carried on the conversation nearly an hour later.
Your legs crossed and uncrossed against the couch cushions, as you picked at the bowl of popcorn in your lap. You listened to him talk, your gaze trailing over to where his fingers were wrapped in the phone cord, twisting and twirling as he went on and on about the sound of his next album.
You were supposed to be having a movie night tonight. It was a rare occurrence; Michael having the house to himself. He was excited to have you over, just the two of you, alone.
Although, he did love having you around his family— loved parading you around in front of his brothers.
He’d spent far too long listening to them give him a hard time. All their remarks about “when little mikey would ever get a girl.” So when you came into his life, he didn’t hesitate to show you off. You were just so perfect, and you were his.
He thanked his lucky stars for that late night at Quincy’s house. You’d met there when Michael was arriving to work on some demos and you were just heading out. You caught his attention immediately.
The producer’s house was always a revolving door of new faces, but you, he’d never seen you before. He would’ve remembered a pretty face like that— such delicate eyes, and the most mesmerizing smile he’d ever seen. He was instantly infatuated.
You made your exit after a quick introduction where Michael learned you were a close family friend of Quincy’s. You rushed out the door, assuring them that you didn’t want to “impose” and that you were “just leaving.” But Michael nearly begged you to stay. A three minute conversation wasn’t enough, he needed more. And despite his best efforts, he was less than subtle when he could barely wait for the door to close at your heels before asking about you— he was just too eager. Eager to know more, to hear your voice again, he was so determined that he got your phone number from Quincy and called you the very next day.
And while you were thankful that their close-knit relationship led to date nights snuggled next to Michael on his couch, you didn’t love that it also meant the two of them would be having brainstorming sessions at nine o’clock on a Saturday night.
Which is exactly why Michael had spent the better half of an hour talking on the phone, only sparing you a few glances and a handful of apologetic smiles.
It didn’t bother you, not really, but sitting there, watching his long slender fingers play with the coils of the telephone and seeing how his brows furrowed as he took charge of the conversation, made your thighs clench.
There was an undeniable heat running rampant between you, a raging, sweltering fire that neither of you were interested in putting out. Everything was just so new and addicting. The mutual infatuation was all consuming, both of you living in desperation for just a single minute alone so you could get your hands on each other.
And right now— you were needy and he was just so tempting.
The gentle cadence of his voice filled the room as he spoke, soft and sweet. It was reminiscent of the low sighs he would let out when you were beneath him.
His finger kept twirling, hooking and bending the handset cord while he bit at his lip, listening intently to Quincy on the other line, and you couldn’t help yourself. The subliminal movement of his slender digits sent you over the edge.
You set the popcorn bowl aside, inching your way closer to Michael until your shoulders were nearly touching.
You did your best to bat your lashes and pout your lips to convey a silent— “pretty please hang up the phone Mikey, I need you.”— But your efforts to sway him failed miserably as he held up a single finger in your direction, telling you to wait like you were some sort of impatient child getting scolded.
With a slight annoyance buzzing through your veins, and the damp sensation of your panties between your thighs, you sent your hand trailing up his leg, palm flat and heavy against his jeans.
A stern frown tugged at his lips, eyes narrowing as he looked your direction— a silent warning.
But you could see something fighting beneath the straight line of his lips, a twitch, a little grin pulling at the corners of his mouth— a challenge.
His eyes followed intently as your hand brushed against the denim at his crotch, your fingers dancing pompously at his zipper before he reached down to grab your wrist.
It was a light touch— cautionary and relaxed. And when your eyes met his again, the grin he was trying so hard to keep off his face was now a painfully obvious smirk. His hands were urging you to stop but his facial expression told an entirely different story.
Abandoning his attempt to be the responsible one in the situation, he lifted his hips in compliance as the gradual purr of his zipper echoed in quiet surrender.
A lazy “Mhmm,” hummed past his lips and into the phone.
The response was meant for Quincy. A soft murmur of agreement; but the way his eyes watched carefully as your head ducked down— the tip of his cock just barely meeting your lips— made you wonder if the sound was secretly meant for you. A quiet hum of encouragement.
You pressed your tongue flat against him, slow and sloppy, and he had to pull the phone a few inches from his ear, letting his head fall back and his teeth bite into his bottom lip, hard.
“Yeah, I think-“ he brought the phone back to his ear, ready to respond but stopping mid sentence.
Your lips wrapped around him, tongue swirling methodically against his tip, and he sucked in a shallow breath through his teeth to keep from moaning.
“No, I think that’s a good idea…” His voice was barely above a whisper as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to focus on the conversation.
His brows pulled together and his hands twitched, nearly flying to the back of your head, when you took him so deep into your mouth that you nearly gagged. He had to bite at his knuckles to keep from groaning straight into the telephone.
With his dick down your throat, you gazed up, hoping to see his pupils blown out in pleasure, but instead you were met with his eyelids— his eyes still closed, teeth digging into his hand, and phone at his ear.
It wasn’t until you wrapped your fingers around his shaft using your hand in tandem with your mouth, that his eyes shot open.
His glare was laced with submission as he watched you work up and down between his legs. The sight of your lips around him causing a mess of noises to choke into his hand as he tried to keep quiet.
His sounds were muffled and you could hear the murmur of Quincy’s voice drowning on through the phone, clueless that Michael wasn’t paying attention to a single word.
You worked faster, palm slick against his length and mouth messily sucking, with muffled whines sliding past your lips.
“Q I gotta- I gotta go.” Stammering out each word, Michael finally gave in, unsure if he could carry on with the way your little sounds felt against his cock.
“Yeah, I’ll call tomorrow.” His voice was weak and rushed as he tried to end the phone call. He’d have to come up with an explanation for the abrupt goodbye tomorrow, but for now he just needed the distraction gone.
The phone landed back in the switch hook with a quick “click” just as Michael let out the loudest groan you’d ever heard.
“Good God mama, you’re gonna kill me.” The words drained from his lips, hips involuntarily bucking into your mouth.
His hands found the back of your head, caressing and guiding you onto his cock.
“Couldn’t even let me take a quick phone call.” He muttered the words with his head falling back against the couch, but as soon as it leaves his mouth, you sit back, pulling your lips off of him and causing a broken whine to break from his chest.
You stare up at him, lips plump and a single brow raised in bewilderment.
You were preparing to make a sarcastic comment before leaving him to take care of himself after his smart-ass remark, but he uses the break to his advantage, pulling you from between his legs and flipping your body until your back met the couch cushions.
“Someone needs to learn how to be a little more patient.” His voice was like silk traveling between your bodies as he hovered over you. His delivery was so soft and supple, you almost didn’t mind that he was using it to chastise you.
“If I know what I want, why wait?” There was a slight irritation in your tone that Michael picked up on immediately.
Laughing against your skin, he brought his face down to your neck leaving a trail of tender kisses in his wake. He moved down your body, nose brushing against your torso, as his hands pushed at your shirt, giving him access to your stomach. Slow kisses littered the waistline of your pants as he took his time, teasing.
“Sometimes all the fun is in the waiting...” He doesn’t even look at you when the whisper leaves his lips, too busy running them along your skin.
“anticipation.” The word hums against you and you can feel his lips curl into a smile.
“Mikey please.”
He gives in, peeling the clothing from your legs until you’re bare, back arching off the couch, needy for him to do something, anything.
“I like it when you beg. Sounds real pretty.” He’s cooing as he watches the way your legs spread for him, his stare fixated on the glistening mess between your thighs.
“Just fuck me- please.” With a desperate whine in your last word you give him exactly what he wants— you beg.
“Wanna get a taste first.”
Michael would spend hours between your thighs if you let him. He was obsessed with your pleasure, fixated on the way your body would react. Listening for the little sighs that would seep from your chest and flicking his tongue over the same spot until your legs were clenching around his head. He loved that he could make you feel like that— on the verge of complete ecstasy with just his mouth.
Lowering himself flat against the couch, he presses his tongue flat against your center, wasting no time; lapping at your core and moaning into you with the taste of your arousal dousing his tongue.
He ate like he was starving, only satisfied through every gasp on your lips and tug in his hair.
He sucked at your clit. Lewd sounds filled the room as his mouth suctioned around your wet pussy, his groans muffled and yours ringing out across the room.
Thank god no one would be home tonight.
Michael loved showing you off in front of his brothers but he couldn’t handle the thought of them seeing you like this. A dark shade of envy clouded his vision at the mere idea of it. They couldn’t love you like he could— couldn’t make you feel the way her could.
The warm, wet muscle of his tongue met your gummy walls and you had to keep yourself from clamping your legs around his ears. It was sloppy and desperate the way his tongue fucked in and out of you.
His lips enveloped your cunt, every inch of his mouth hot and wet against you, dedicated to your pleasure. Hungry to have you writhing against his face until you were on the verge of tears.
His hips pushed into the fabric beneath him. Shamelessly grinding into the couch, too worked up by the way your juices and his saliva intertwined as they dripped between your thighs.
He was so focused on the task at hand that he almost didn’t feel you pulling at his shirt collar, fingers desperately grasping at the material in an effort to pull him up— to feel his chest against yours as he pushed his length into you as deep as he could. Fucking you relentlessly and making you cry out every time his cock threatened to kiss your cervix.
“Need it so bad, Mikey please.” Your pathetic little mewl finally caused him to come up for air. As much as he wanted to keep going, he couldn’t deny you any longer, and after all, he did love to hear you beg.
“What d’ya need baby?” His lips were back on your stomach, kissing and lingering on your skin, still hungry for your taste.
“Need you to fuck me Mikey, c’mon.”
Your hands were still tugging on his shirt, while his tightened around your thighs.
“Please.” The whine squeaked past your lips as your fingers continued yanking on the cotton at his shoulders.
“Only cause you asked all sweet like that.” He purred looking up at you, the cadence of his voice was angelic and smooth despite his heavy grip on your thighs.
His body hung above yours, his shaky breath warm against your face as he lined himself up at your entrance. He was still teasing, running his tip through the mess pooling at your opening and rubbing it against your clit, listening carefully to the needy little gasps rolling off your tongue.
Your hands fell to his lower back, pushing up his t-shirt enough to lightly scrape your nails against his skin, ushering his body down into yours in a desperate attempt to feel him push into you— even just an inch.
He obliged. His length easing into you nice and slow, stretching you out in a way that had your eyelids fluttering shut.
You felt his forehead rest on yours, a deep sigh falling from his lips as he found solace in the way you hugged him in just right.
“Mmm baby you feel s’good.” His voice was so soft you could barely hear it, even with his lips so close to yours. You’d been waiting for this side of Michael all night. The part of him that became a blubbering, groaning mess, drunk on the feeling of your velvet pussy wrapped around him like a petty little bow.
He pushed in deep, letting his dick bury all the way inside, before stopping for a few seconds just to feel the way your walls squeezed around him, like they were begging for more.
Both of you were already so sensitive, so wound up, so close. When he started moving you couldn’t help the hums of encouragement rising from your chest, “Yes Mikey- fuck. That’s it. Right there.”
Your hushed praises made him pick up the pace, pulling out of you completely before thrusting back in, hitting a spot each time that made your back arch and your eyes water.
He kept going, driving into you with the carefully measured movement of his hips. He knew you were close; your body tensing and nails digging hard into the skin of his back.
The crude hymns that had just been spewing from your lips were growing almost inaudible.
Almost.
But Michael could still hear it. Your quiet little whimpers, “Fuck baby- so good.” Your body was almost rigid, jaw slack and eyebrows pulled together as you grasped at his back.
“You’re so- so good Mikey.” Each word billowed up to Michael with his forehead still pressed against yours. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, focusing on the rhythm of his hips to keep himself from spilling into you. Your needy whines of admiration sending him spiraling toward release.
“So good to me.”
“So perfect.”
Engulfing your words in a long drawn out moan, your voice was a melody of satisfaction. Little noises of pleasure melted against Michael’s ears as you pulsed around him— coming undone through each languid stroke of his hips.
He lost it then; the sounds you were making, the tight grip of your pussy sucking him in, the sticky ring of you at his base building with every pump— it was almost too much.
He didn’t even ask if it was okay— didn’t even give you a warning before he let himself go, every last drop of his release nestling deep between your thighs. A broken whimper dying in his throat as he emptied into you.
With your foreheads still pressed together and your chests heaving, Michael thought about apologizing, wracking his brain for the right thing to say after coming in you without warning. He knew better.
He should feel ashamed for doing something so wrong— so risky. But instead of shame he felt a strange sense of pride, like he wanted to do it again and again.
With his dick still twitching, he pulled out, angling his head to watch where his spend leaked out between your bodies— seeping from your swollen folds.
“You should probably get something to clean that up.” Your voice broke into his mind, timid and sweet.
When he looked up, he was met with a wild smile, your lips curling with amusement as you watched him staring at the mess he’d made between your legs: a mess that was now dripping onto his living room couch.
“Mhmm.” His hum of agreement sounded distant as he fought not to look back down at the remnants of his release dribbling from your center. His weight rolled off of you; his body on a mission to find a towel, but his mind buzzing with a plan to have you full of him again before the end of the night.
you could do it on your own, while you’re lookin’ at me . ♡
or in which, you and jaafar are just two horny people.
warnings: 18+ (MDNI), hella disgusting again. you go from pleasuring yourself in front of him -> him face-fucking you -> him coming on your chest -> him doing you on the floor.
additional warnings: cum. cum. cum. cum. + usage of the word “daddy” once? idk how the jaafar community will react to that so just dipping my toes in. 😔 if yg dont fw that i’ll remove it, so my apologies in advance!
the wet sounds of jaafar’s tongue lapping up the juices spilling from your gushing entrance bounce off the walls of your shared, crammy bedroom. you’re so close, you can feel it.
“taste so perfect, shit—” your boyfriend grumbles between sloppy licks, trying to catch all your drops with his soft, wet tongue. “you close, baby?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss to your pussy lips.
your stomach tenses up, the knot in your stomach tightening. your senses are all heightened, your head spinning from the rhythmic waves in which jaafar’s tongue and lips caress your clit, eliciting more moans out of you.
you pussy splutters, wetness pooling under your ass as he eats you out like a man starved.
until he suddenly stops, and you let out a pitchy whine when he cool air hits your wet slit. “j, i said i was cl—”
jaafar sits up on his knees, eyes dark and hooded. “i know baby,” he tells you, all sympathetic and out of breath. he slides himself further away from you, his large hand mindlessly palming the tent in his joggers.
“want y’to touch yourself f’me,” he urges you, eyes zeroed in on your twitching, sensitive pussy. “show me how you do it without me.”
his words are so deep and vulgar, your hole gaping open as more slick drips out of you in strings, all nasty and wet on the sheets.
you can’t believe yourself. your skin feels clammy against your hand as your hand travels all the way down to your bare pussy, your fingertips immediately finding your pulsing clit. “what a precious girl y’are.”
the circling motions are slow and deliberate as your eyes stay locked on jaafar at the other end of the bed. his hand is already reaching into his joggers, sloppily moving over his cock, producing those nasty, creamy sounds as the tendons in his forearm are pulled taut.
almost immediately, you plunge two fingers into your spongey hole, eyes transfixed on how jaafar jerks himself off, how his biceps bulge under his shirt, how his adam’s apple bobs as he throws his head back.
“fuck, you’re doing so good—” he mumbles, out of breath. “look so beautiful, all stuffed full.”
it’s his praise what pulls you over the edge. your release washes over you with white specks floating in front of your eyes. your tiny sighs and mewls, your pretty body coated in sweat only spur jaafar on to rub himself faster.
his eyes stay glued on your pussy, entrance pushing out the last drops of your pearly white cum. “taste y’rself.” jaafar orders between pants, the sounds of skin hitting skin obscene in the thick air of the bedroom.
your fingers reach down, swirling around your milky hole to gather your essence on your fingers. it drips down the length of your fingers obscenely slow before you bring them to your plush lips to lick your cream off, tongue out and all, giving your boyfriend a show.
jaafar’s still rubbing himself up and down, sweat beading across his forehead. his arm is getting tingly. “gonna help me, baby? gonna give me’a rub?”
you don’t hesitate to scramble over the sheets to help your boyfriend out. you end up on your knees on the floor, hands securely holding his shaft as you lower your mouth on him.
it is common knowledge that your boyfriend is big, but you love it. how your jaw just hinges open, tongue swirling over the underside of his dick, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. your throat is narrow and slick. snug and warm.
fuck, he’d cockwarm your perfect little throat if he had the time.
the gaggy sounds of you trying to drink him down echo through the room. “shit— take me s’good,” jaafar groans above you, hips bucking up, pushing his cock deeper in your mouth. “gonna fuck y’r throat full, yeah?”
you can’t do anything but hum in excitement, fingers clamping down around his base to squeeze more precum on your tongue. and jaafar just keeps on going. your nose bumps against his stomach rhythmically, your cunt leaking drooly drips of slick on the floor in a pathetic puddle as you suck him off.
spit drools down the corners of your mouth. “fuck, look at you— look—” he sighs, totally blissed out, balls slapping against your chin as his cock demands all the space in your throat. “y’like that, huh? big mouth is fuckin’ made for my cock.”
you move your head up and down to nod in agreement, nudging the tip of his dick against the roof of your throat. his hands are knitted into your hair to move your head up and down his shaft just the way he likes it. you feel like a damn doll, but another part of you enjoys how jaafar just uses your mouth to please himself.
“gonna come on y’r pretty tits,” he stutters out after a while, the thrusts into your throat getting increasingly sloppier. his fingers cup your chin to slowly pull himself out of your small throat, his shaft completely covered in your thick spit.
instinctively, your two hands slide over his slippery length, all red and swollen from how neglected it feels. “that’s it, baby, that’s it,” jaafar heaves, leaning on his elbows. “ah— y’do it so well for daddy.”
adrenaline rushes through your spine as jaafar’s hands cramp around the cotton of the duvet. a sign he’s close. he shatters with a heavy groan, thick ropes of milky cum shooting all over your chest, meandering down to your stomach.
you rub him through his orgasm, his tip still leaking white. your tongue darts out, suddenly all shy as you give his twitching dick a couple of kitten licks.
his semen all over your body warms you right up. your own slick is still growing tacky between your folds. jaafar reaches down, as he cradles your cheeks in his hands. “such a good girl.” he simply praises.
you nose his cheek. “only f’you,” you whisper sweetly.
“d’awwh,” jaafar croons. dropping down to your level while simultaneously laying you down on the floor. “sweetest girl in the whole world.” he says while peering down at your weeping pussy.
“this sweet girl deserves some attention too,” jaafar whispers to you, referring to your cunt. his fingers fondle with your pulsating clit while his other hand pushes your legs up. “lucky f’r me, she’s aaalll ready, isn’t she?”
“yeah—” your eyes turn glassy again when jaafar pushes into you. your pussy produces a loud, squelching, sucking nose when he bottoms out, both of his arms holding your knees open to your chest as he plummets into you. you release a pathetic whine when you feel the agonising weight of his dick sliding into your tunnel like a teasing taunt.
he rearranges you with sin and silk, right there on the floor, hips nudging his cock deeper into your soppy little hole with every thrust, every jerk of his hips pushing you closer to the edge.
“y’feel me?” he breathes out, right in your face. his smile looks sweet yet sardonic when his tip prods against your cervix deliciously. “‘m all the way in your guts, baby.”
a/n: as you guys can see i'm quite freaked out over jaafar, so please do send me ur dirty jaafar thoughts in my inbox.
— dating jermajesty would be a world wind, wild with teasing and dates galore. but his favorite thing to do to you is prank you whenever he could.
like once he got you back for pouring water on his face by putting whip-cream in your hand and watching you smack your face, smearing it all over yourself.
you cussed his ass out that day.
— getting ready for dates entails him bending you over in the shower, your breasts pressed against the cold tiled walls and his hips thrusting furiously, his cock moving in and out of your warm cunt.
“yeah, take that shi ma, take it.”
“fuckkk, you’re takin me so well baby.”
— and dont get me starteddd on the jealousy. this man would not play when it comes to you, pulling you close to him and peppering kisses on your face while you talk to whoever is tryna take away your attention.
“that nigga has to go.”
“jer!”
— honestly.. i think he would fuck with choking. not like hard and life threatening but when you’re misbehaving or not looking at him, he grabs your throat to keep you in line.
“Nah, look at me. stop playin.”
“what did i tell you about being all bratty?”
then obviously, for proper mood adjustment; he puts you through the mattress.
you gon' argue w me and get yo pussy ate. (jermajesy.j)
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synopsis: jermajesty shows you what happens when you're a brat.
pairing:
toxic!jermajesty jackson x black fem!reader
warnings:
cunnilingus, fingering, they lowkey both toxic, jermajesty don't play about his woman, mature language, he's an eater, use of the n-word, reader's lowkey a tease, jaafar mentioned.
word count: 1.6k
a/n: please be nice, this my first fic on here👀
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the scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled your kitchen as you walked around writing your grocery list. "chicken thighs, brown onions, sesame oil, pomegranate", you muttered. candles lit, freshly shaved and showered, and it was raining outside.
you wrote everything down in your notes app, stevie wonder playing in the background, as you hummed to yourself. your ginger cat, nami, dozing somewhere in your penthouse apartment.
just as you were in the pantry, the front door opened abruptly, and slammed shut. you heard fuss at the front door, before heavy footsteps came down the hallway.
"y/n! where the fuck you at?" your boyfriend called out, just as you walked out the pantry. he was straight from the gym, cologne stronger than ever, grey sweats low on his hips, black tank top clinging to his body, slightly wet from sweat. damn does he look good.
"what happened now jer?" you asked, coming up to him, putting your phone on the counter so you could give him a hug. his large hand slid around your waist, gripping like you were gonna disappear. your arms went around his neck, placing small kisses on his neck, inhaling his scent. his other hand went to grip your ass, giving it a slap, before pulling you in for a kiss.
his tongue slid in immediately, tasting your mint gum from earlier. he groaned into the kiss, the sound echoing in the kitchen, as you leaned your head back so he could get in deeper.
before you could put your hand under his shirt, he pulled away, leaving you whining. he looked down at you, smirking, before asking, "who the fuck is dion baby?" with that same smirk.
"i knew it was some bullshit", you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone, just as jermajesty snatched it from your hand. "the fuck are you doing?" you asked, looking at your boyfriend as if he was insane. which he was.
"im checking to see if you've been texting this nigga dion, that's what the fuck im doing", he unlocked your phone, checking all your messaging apps.
"jermajesty. you've genuinely lost your mind. why would i be texting another nigga when i'm with you? when i been with you?" you rolled your eyes even harder.
"i'on know baby, he's real comfortable commenting on all your posts", he shrugged, pulling up the evidence.
- looking good mama!!
you read the comment, squinting, before checking the profile. you already followed him. you knew who this fucking was.
"jermajesty. this is my cousin".
he raised an eyebrow, scrolling through dion's page, still not convinced.
"we play for the same team nigga he's gay", you laughed loud, shaking your head. jermajesty always came to you with some shit. your boyfriend just looked up at you, no amusement in his face whatsoever. he threw your phone on the couch, kissing his teeth.
"you love starting shit, always thinking im cheating. whole time you were all up in some girls business at the gym last week and i didn't even say anything".
he turned around, acting like you were the crazy one. "how the fuck you know that?" he asked, voice low, pushing you against the counter.
"michelle saw you, basically eating her out", you shoved him, going to sit on the couch.
"michelle's lying out her ass, all i did was spot her", he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into him. you rested against his chest, looking up at him. lawd is he fine.
you pulled away, shaking your head. "y'know, you hate when a nigga even looks at me, but as soon as an xx chromosome walks past you can't keep it in your pants, fucking manwhore", you looked at him, his face expression changing to a sour one.
"you know damn well i've never cheated on you y/n", he rasped, pulling you by your t-shirt to him, gripping his large hand on your neck, not hard enough to choke you, just enough to turn you on. he tilted your head to look up at him, your curly leave out falling softly on your shoulders.
"how would i know that, texting your ex. you miss her huh?" you asked, pushing him more. the rain pattering harder against your high-rise apartment windows, drowning out bryson tiller in the back.
"now you making shit up, y/n. and you say i'm the crazy one", he didn't break eye contact with you, looking down at you, his other hand finding your waist again, while one remained on your neck.
"i should've chosen jaafar, he wouldn't cheat on me", you said, regretting it immediately. it wasn't true, you wouldn't trade the world for your boyfriend. but your pettiness got the best of you, and it came out anyways.
he froze, his breathing weirdly calm. his stare got even more intense, grip on your neck tightening.
"say that shit again".
you maintained eye contact, biting your lower lip. your knew you were in deep shit.
your breathing picked up, your hand going to grab the hem of his shirt. you smirked as you bit your lower lip, looking at him through your long lashes. his stare was so intense, you could feel his rage emitting from his body.
"i said.. i should've chosen jaafar".
your throat went dry, just as he picks you up from the waist, carrying you to the couch, causing you to squeal as he threw you on the soft navy cushions. the fire in his eyes only turned you on more, trying to keep your smile hidden. he couldn't know you were enjoying this.
"i'll show you why the fuck you chose me", he scoffed, voice barely above a whisper, pulling your sweat shorts all the way down, your baby pink lace panties coming off with it, throwing them to who knows where.
he spread your legs, your soaking wet pussy on display for him. he gripped your plush thighs, licking his lips before placing soft kisses on your inner thigh, avoiding the exact place you needed him.
"you stay saying shit y/n", he growled, placing soft kisses on your clit before pressing his hot, wet tongue on your cunt, lapping up your juices.
your back arched off the couch, little sounds falling from your glossed lips, that buzzy feeling in your abdomen flowing throughout your body. one of his hands went to your t-shirt, pulling it up so your full breasts spilled out, his fingers toying with your nipple, an involuntary moan leaving your lips.
he groaned at the sound of your pleasure, the buzz of his voice sending shivers up your spine. your mind clouded with lust, as his tongue explored your heat, taking a second to suck on your clit, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
"think he can eat your pussy like me? who do you belong to y/n", he muttered into you, his tongue finding its way into your hole, reaching deeper than it should've. you were seeing stars. your moans had become louder, unable to control the expletives coming from you. you were grabbing on his head, the fluff of his buzz smooth under your fingers. the tingles through your body grew stronger and stronger, your thighs starting to tremble.
"shit- j-jer!" you cried, your breath trembling, closing your thighs around his head, before he took his free hand and pushed them back open.
"answer me y/n". he slipped two fingers in your wet hole, curving into your g-spot instantly, making that coil in your stomach tighten.
"you can't come till you answer me. who do you belong to y/n?" his fingers moved in and out of you relentlessly. each thrust hitting that spongy spot inside you, making your breath catch in your throat. the pressure on your clit made your toes curl, your free hand gripping the couch like no other.
"fuck baby, i belong to you! i only want you jer!" you shrieked, thrusting your hips into his mouth, feeling his smirk on you.
you were so close. one more push and you would be sent over the edge. tears started falling from your eyes, sticking to your lashes.
"that's right. cum for me baby. give it to me".
he thrust his fingers perfectly against you, the pressure on your clit too much, your hard buds still being toyed with with his free hand. he pushed you to the edge, finally coming undone on his fingers. you throbbed against him, a loud cry leaving your lips, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. your stomach exploded, the butterflies fluttering from your head to your toes.
you rode out your orgasm on his tongue and fingers, back arched, toes curled. your loud moans turned to whimpers, as he lifted his head from your ruined cunt, meeting his puffy lips with yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. one hand stayed inside you, fingers slowing their pace, while his thumb rubbed softly against your clit, his other hand went to wrap around your neck.
he pulled away from the kiss, looking at your ruined state. still trembling, tears stained your cheeks, eyes red, hair still framing your face in the way he loved. he went back in for a few pecks, before pulling his fingers out and resting his hand on your thigh.
he looked at you, a grin on his face, biting his lower lip, showing off that gap you love.
"you're mine y/n", he nodded, his hand still gripped on your neck, rubbing his thumb against his name tatted behind your ear. you glanced at your name, tatted in bold letters across his forearm.
looking back up at him, you snickered. "you are one jealous nigga, jermajesty. i'm all yours", you smiled, pecking his cheek.
"i know that's right".
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a/n: saw his new post on insta. need that jermediately.
what if mature michael fucked you in the backseat of his limousine while waiting to be dropped off at an award show? 18+
“m-michael i can’t—“ his finger pressing up on your clit while he moves your own hips with his hands in a circular motion. the friction between his cock and your slick pussy driving you absolutely nuts.
the limousine seats sticking to your legs as the entire back was now heating up from such heavy movements. the knocks from outside turning louder and heavier with each hit to the door.
“s’good for me angel you can take it” he coos tauntingly at the sight of your legs slightly shaking in an attempt to shut them with a good slap of his hand to keep them open, and your eyes glossing up with tears at the immense pleasure you were receiving.
he didn’t care that his security was waiting for him outside the limousine, because all he cared about was digging himself deeper in your pussy— indulging every bit of how wet and tight you were wrapping yourself around him.
at the sight of you shaking and instantly letting the tears slip from your eyes at the final orgasm, your chest heaving at a rapid pace by the sensation; michael lets his free hand touch your cheek before wiping the tear away gently with the pad of his thumb.
