Live In The Dream

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Pretty baby

Warnings: smut, black fem!reader

A/N: Hi hi guys, I had this in my drafts so I obviously had to post this to give you guys something while I work on requests! Also pls keep requesting I love them dearly! Randy fic is otw 😙, love you all enjoy!!

Usually on Jaafar’s off days, you guys will go out and do something maybe. Not extravagant things but small stuff like, picnics, go on walks, or go out for lunch. But today, Jaafar told you he just wanted to stay in

Currently, you’re just washing dishes in your bright pink baggy hoodie that makes your melanin skin pop, matching with your sleep white shorts, and Jaafar just can’t get enough.

“Baby, c’mere” he said looking at you over the couch. “J I’m literally washing dishes, you come here” you said. Not wanting to make this whole thing into something, Jaafar gets up walking over instinctively putting his hands on your waist. “Princess you look so pretty” he says, laying his chin on your shoulder. You turn around to look at him remaining in his touch, “Awh thank you baby” you replied, kissing his shoulder.

“Mm c’mere baby” Jaafar says, softly grabbing your chin bringing your lips to his, planting a kiss like he’s planning something, but also filled with deep love and something dangerous. Jaafar begins to start kissing lower from the corner of your mouth, to marking your neck like he’s marking his territory. “Jaafar..please” you said, whimpering, squeezing your thighs together, “Please what pretty girl?” he says releasing his lips from you, to hold an intense gaze on you. “Please, I want your mouth” you said looking up to reciprocate his gaze through your lashes.

That’s all it took, for him to pick you up over his shoulder, and instantly take you upstairs to your shared bedroom, “Jaafar!” you said with wide eyes not expecting him to do something such as that.

He enters the room, softly setting you down on the bed, instantly bringing his lips to yours, locking lips like two desperate teenagers, he slips his tongue, deepening the kiss into something more intimate, earning a moan from you. He begins lowering his kisses, leading up to your hoodie, Jaafar looks up at you for permission, you nod granting it to him. Slipping off your hoodie off your head.

Now kissing down to your breast, ending at the trim of your shorts, “lift your hips princess” he says already pulling them off, you lift up instantly, getting a chuckle from Jaafar. He begins kissing down until he’s met with your core, looking up at you with something more intimate in his eyes, “my pretty baby already wet for me” he says bringing his thumb to rub your clothed clit, gaining a whimper from you, “J stop teasing” you say hiding your bottom lip with your teeth. “Uh uh use your manners” he replies, bringing his free hand to pin down your left thigh. “Please stop teasing” you say, looking back, “That’s better baby” he says, smirking, taking his release off of your left thigh, to finally bring down your laced trim panties.

Your core being released, revealing your wetness, “Oh pretty girl, you’re so wet, all this for me?” He says, putting his left hand back on your left thigh, and bringing his thumb back to rub your now free clit, “Oh shit” you say arching off the bed, moaning. Jaafar brings his lips to taste your core, bringing his tongue to swipe through your lips, taking every ounce of your wetness and bringing it to his mouth. “Angel you taste so good” he says, pulling away from your core.

He brings his lips back to stick his tongue inside your core, small thrusts, receiving a loud moan from your lips. Completely forgetting everything, Jaafar only on your mind as he tongue fucks you. As you feel a warmth building up quickly in your stomach. “Fuc-Jaafar baby, I’m gonn-“ interrupted by another moan as he increasing the speed of his tongue. Before you can release, he removes his mouth off your pussy.

You gasp at the loss, while your core, squeezes around nothing, “I want you to feel you cumming for me inside princess” he says, while taking off his sweats, revealing his long, manhood that’s already leaking precum.

Jaafar comes closer, his manhood nearly touching your pussy, he brings his dick to run up and down your core using your wetness as his own lubricant, “Breathe for me baby” he says before putting it in. Jaafar has always been big no matter how long you’ve two been together. Gasping from the sudden fill, you instantly grip on his biceps. He gives you a minute to breathe, but instantly starts thrusting with a slow pace, “Pretty girl you’re so wet for me omg” he says looking down at where you two are interlocking. You bring him down to kiss him, moaning through the kiss, while he starts to fasten his speed, “Oh Jaafar, right there” you say breaking the kiss. He continues hitting your g-spot, soon speeding up his pace even more, “Fuck princess, so tight f’me” he says, bringing a hand up to touch your tit. Massaging your tit with one, in your mouth. The room filled with the smell of straight sex, and filled with moans and grunts coming from you and your man

“Jaafar baby, you’re going so deep” you moan out, wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around your waist to make him deeper and closer to you. “Yea princess, but you like when I get this deep huh?” He asks looking at you, kissing your the outline of your jaw. Jaafar brings down his free hand from your hips to your clit. Gaining a scream from you, “Jaafar! I’m close” you say, trying to get closer, “I know pretty girl, let me feel my baby” he says bringing himself closer. Now skin to skin, kissing each other so deeply never wanting to let go. You break the kiss feeling a euphoric feeling of relief wash over your body, being met with feeling the full feeling of Jaafar’s release meeting your release.

Jaafar pulls out slowly, laying beside you, bringing you into his chest, “You did so good angel, you okay?” He says looking down at you to check if he hurt you. “Yes I’m okay” you say looking up giving a lazy smile. “Perfect way to spend my off day” he says kissing your temple.

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I feel like there isn’t no really good fanfics of Jermajesty so if yall find some let me knowww ｡^‿^｡

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I'm All Yours

summary: a perfect beach day with your sweet boyfriend should have ended in peace, but when his brothers’ usual teasing pushes Michael’s insecurities a little too far, you’re quick to remind him exactly where he stands ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

warning: sexual themes, smut, 18+, jealousy, insecurity & slight mild emotional hurt, fluff, family teasing, slight possessiveness, shower sex, already an established relationship, maybe a bit of a breeding kink thrown in there lol

a/n: hope u like this cute lil story!!! i have been quite busy with work and moving apartments, so i tried to write this quickly in between the chaos, have a nice weekend everyone <3♡‧₊˚

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A comfortable silence settled inside the baby blue Cadillac as a sweet beach day slowly came to an end. The smoldering California heat was finally beginning to subside.

This was one of those rare days when your usually busy boyfriend had cleared his schedule completely — an entire day devoted to you.

The scent of sunscreen and coconut lingered on both your skin. Your hair was still damp with saltwater, beginning to dry into soft, messy waves. Your curls looked untamed and golden, lightened by the sun. A warm, sun-kissed glow had settled over your skin.

You'd had a wonderful day, and you were silently grateful Michael had brought his Polaroid camera to capture it all.

Maybe it was the excitement of a new relationship — or the fact that you hadn't seen your sweet, hardworking boyfriend in an entire week — but you couldn't help staying close to him in the back seat. Almost draped over him.

Your fingers remained intertwined, your head resting on his shoulder, both of your curls blending together in the lingering warmth.

You glanced up at him instinctively. He looked down at the same moment. A soft grin spread across both of your faces before he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You held his gaze for a moment longer — soft, loving, intense — his eyes catching the sunset so perfectly they looked like burning amber.

Your intimate moment came to a gentle halt as the car slowed to a stop. Sweet old Bill was probably tired of driving lovestruck youngsters around all day. Although he kept his distance and mainly handled pickups and drop-offs, he'd been around long enough to witness plenty of your softness together.

Bill adored Michael and you, of course — but sometimes the two of you were so in love it was basically a public service announcement, and he had no choice but to play third wheel.

"Finally home, lovebirds," the older man said, his brown eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror.

You gave him a bright smile and a gentle pat on his shoulder. "Thank you, Bill."

The man was practically a Jackson family member himself, and you couldn't help but see him in a fatherly light sometimes. He had a soft spot in your heart.

Michael gave him a quick handshake of thanks through the leather seats before stepping out. He immediately reached back for your hand, helping you out of the car.

The midday heat had softened into something gentler. The air smelled faintly of jasmine blooming nearby.

You walked side by side toward the house when Michael slipped an arm around your waist.

"This has really been one of the best days I've had in a while," he said, looking at you with the most lovesick expression in his eyes. "My beautiful angel."

Something warm spread through your chest at his words, your smile softening as you looked back at him — like you still couldn't quite believe he was real sometimes.

"I love you, Mikey."

For a moment, his expression only deepened, like he was holding onto that sentence.

"I love you too, angel."

He squeezed your waist lightly before letting go as the front door came into view. He opened it slowly, and you both stepped inside.

Thankfully, most of the family members were out. The lack of cars outside confirmed it — except for a few.

Your suspicions were confirmed the moment loud commotion drifted in from the kitchen. You exchanged a quick look with Michael.

Ah yes — the sweet-talk trio.

Michael had always appreciated how much you liked his family, and they liked you just as much. But whenever even one of them was around — or all three together — it never took long before the teasing started. Words like foxy, sultry, and trouble were thrown around far too easily, always followed by jokes about how Michael had somehow "managed to land you" of all people.

Michael hated it more than he'd ever admit. Not because they were trying to be cruel — but because it always stirred something uncomfortable inside him. There was a trace of insecurity there, quiet and unspoken. Like he couldn't quite believe you were real — or that someone like you had chosen him at all.

You noticed it, even if he never said it aloud.

That's why you always called him pet names like pretty boy or angel face. Because to you, he wasn't just talent and charm and mystery — he was beauty itself. Soft. Rare. Irreplaceable. You just wished he could see it as easily as you did.

You walked into the kitchen hand in hand.

You were wearing a tiny denim halter dress that left little to the imagination, a gold pendant resting at your chest with a delicate "M" engraved into it — a gift from him, of course. On your feet were your wooden platform clogs, adding to your sun-drenched, effortless look. You looked like you had stepped straight out of a magazine.

Michael, however, could only look at you in awe — and slight nervousness. He already knew what was coming.

As soon as you rounded the corner, the three of them were there — Jackie, Marlon, and Jermaine sprawled around the kitchen island, lazily tossing a tiny basketball back and forth between them before they noticed the two of you.

Jackie spotted you first and let out a low whistle.

"Well, damn," he grinned, giving you a quick once-over. "Mike really let you leave the house dressed like that? Man's braver than me."

You rolled your eyes dramatically. "Ew."

Marlon immediately burst out laughing.

The flirting never really fazed you. They were Michael's brothers before they were anything else, and the idea of entertaining them like that was honestly almost funny to you. Besides, you knew it was all playful — none of them actually expected anything from it, and if anyone ever crossed a line, you would've made yourself perfectly clear.

Marlon laughed at your reaction, spinning the basketball on one finger before pointing toward the gold pendant around your neck.

"You see that 'M' around her neck, Jackie?" he said. "You ain't got a chance, brother." Then he looked at you with an exaggerated grin. "But me, however…" He placed a hand against his chest dramatically. "Now that's a different story, sweetheart."

You snorted. "Yeah right, Marlon."

Laughing softly, you tossed the beach towel in your hand at him, earning a loud cackle from the kitchen.

Michael, meanwhile, let out a long sigh. "Are y'all done now?" he muttered, already making his way toward the fridge.

Before anyone could answer, Jermaine cut in immediately, like he'd been waiting for his turn all along. He leaned back against the counter with a smirk.

"She trouble in that dress," he said casually. "Legs for days, all sun-kissed and pretty… got Mikey all lovesick." Michael shut the fridge door harder than necessary. Jermaine only grinned wider. "Bet he spent all day rubbin' sunscreen on your back and feedin' you grapes."

"Oh my God," you groaned, covering your face briefly. "You're just jealous he actually has somebody to rub sunscreen on."

The kitchen immediately erupted into loud whistles and dramatic "ooohs." Marlon nearly doubled over laughing while Jackie pointed at Jermaine like he'd just lost an argument.

You caught the small, half-proud smile tugging at Michael's lips before he reached for your hand again, pulling you closer against his side.

Jermaine noticed instantly. "Man, look at him," he laughed. "Holdin' her hand immediately like she gon' disappear." Michael's grip tightened slightly. "Our baby brother gone soft."

"Jermaine," Jackie warned through a grin.

But Jermaine kept going anyway. "You better keep an eye on her dressed like that, Mikey. Leave her alone for one second and somebody gon' steal her."

The kitchen went a little quieter after that. Marlon's grin faltered. Jackie shot Jermaine a look.

Michael's jaw tightened.

"I'm not soft," he snapped suddenly, voice sharper than before. "And y'all need to stop."

Marlon raised both hands innocently, already laughing again. "Ooh, he mad now."

That did it.

Michael dropped your hand, cheeks flushed deep with embarrassment and irritation, before turning on his heel and storming out of the kitchen without another word. His footsteps disappeared quickly down the hallway.

Your expression immediately fell. "Mikey — come on…"

Usually, the teasing was harmless, mainly done to get a reaction out of Michael more than anything else. And you always reminded him of the same thing: no one could ever steal you away from him. Still, you knew his brothers could be knuckleheads sometimes — and this time they'd pushed too far.

You slowly turned back toward the trio, disappointment written clearly across your face.

"I expected better from y'all," you said firmly, pointing directly at Marlon. "Especially you."

"Aw, c'mon —"

Before Jermaine could even defend himself, you launched the cold water bottle in your hand straight at him.

"That's assault!" Jermaine shouted between laughs, jerking his head out of the way just before the bottle flew past him.

You ignored him completely, already hurrying down the hallway after your poor boyfriend.

A loud bedroom door slam echoed upstairs.

You quickly made your way up the staircase before turning toward his room, a small breath leaving you as you pushed the door open.

Michael was sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head buried in his hands. Visibly upset.

"Mikey…"

He didn't answer at first. The teasing had gotten to him more than usual, stirring up all those quiet insecurities he always tried to bury.

You slowly approached him before stopping directly in front of where he sat. From this angle, you almost towered over him slightly. Gently, you reached down and held his colder cheek in your warmer hand, slowly rubbing circles across it.

"Hey," you said softly. "Talk to me."

Michael let out a frustrated breath. "They always do this."

You brushed your thumb across his cheek. "I know."

His gaze dropped to the floor. For a moment, he seemed unsure whether he wanted to say the next part out loud. Then he did.

"Sometimes I think they're right."

Your heart squeezed. "About what?"

Michael swallowed. "About you being too good for me."

The confession came out so quietly it almost hurt to hear. He let out a shaky breath, shaking his head like he already regretted saying it out loud.

"I mean… I see the way people look at you," he added softly. "You could have anybody. Anyone would be lucky to have you." He swallowed again. "I just… don't know why you picked me."

You immediately shook your head. "Oh, angel face."

His eyes finally lifted to yours.

"Michael, do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?"

A weak laugh escaped him. "I'm serious."

"So am I."

You threaded your fingers through his curls. "You're talented, kind, thoughtful, hardworking, beautiful — and somehow you still act surprised that I love you."

A faint blush spread across his cheeks. You smiled.

"Trust me, pretty boy. If anybody's lucky here, it's me."

The blush deepened immediately. He looked at you for a second longer than before, like he was trying to hold onto what you said.

Then you grinned. "Aaaand…" you continued, giving one of his curls a gentle tug and earning a quiet little huff from him, "you've got this wonderful singing voice, this crazy passion for everything you love, and the foxiest lady completely devoted to you."

"Aaaand…" you teased again as his face turned even redder, "one flash of that smile and I melt like ice cream in the sun."

"Baby…" he groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

You couldn't help but laugh with him, gently straddling his lap. You peeled his hands away from his flushed cheeks and cupped his face with both of yours, thumbs stroking tenderly.

"You're so pretty, Mikey," you murmured, affection thick in your voice. "You're mine… and I'm all yours."

Michael's breath hitched. The frustration in his eyes melted into something warmer, hungrier. He looked up at you like you were God's own gift — sun-kissed and glowing, somehow all his.

"You really mean that?" he whispered, voice low and rough around the edges.

"Every word."

You held his gaze for a moment longer, watching the way he seemed to soften under your words. Then you traced your thumb across his lower lip before slipping it gently into the warmth of his mouth.

He closed his eyes and sucked softly, almost in awe, his tongue brushing the glossy red of your nail. A faint flush rose to his cheeks almost immediately, his breath catching slightly as he looked at you again.

"And you know what, Mikey…?" you continued, voice dropping sweetly.

His lashes fluttered as he met your gaze, still a little dazed, before giving a slow shake of his head.

"I think you've been such a good boy today," you murmured, voice soft and steady. "Taking me to the beach… treating me like I'm heavenly and divine… and being so patient when your brothers tried to rile you up." A small pause. "I think you oughta be rewarded."

A soft hum vibrated against your thumb. You slowly pulled it from his lips with a quiet pop.

Michael let out a shaky exhale, already shifting beneath you like he couldn't wait another second.

You climbed off his lap, and he moved to follow like an eager puppy. Before he could fully stand, you placed a gentle hand on his chest and pushed him back down onto the bed, your fingers splayed warmly over his skin. His breath hitched at the contact.

"Uh uh, not yet, pretty boy," you murmured, smiling down at him. "You gotta watch me undress first."

"O-okay…" he whimpered, eyes wide and hazy with want as he stayed right where you put him.

You slipped off your chunky wooden clogs first, the illusion of being as tall as your boyfriend cracking immediately. Your red-manicured toes — matching your fingers — sank into the soft carpet. Michael watched with parted lips and that same reverent hunger, anticipation curling warmly in his stomach.

You reached behind your neck and untied the thick denim straps of your halter dress, then slowly peeled it down your body. As the fabric slipped over your chest, the cute polka-dot bikini came into view. Michael's breath caught sharply. You saw the way his swim trunks tented, his hand twitching desperately in his lap like he was aching for relief. A quiet, needy sound escaped him as he palmed himself through the thin fabric.

You paused with the dress right above your navel, giving him a teasing little pout.

"Angel… please," he breathed, looking absolutely devastated.

"That wasn't very good, was it, Mikey? I didn't say you could touch."

He could only stare at you in awe, eyes wide and shining with want.

You stepped closer, nearly between his spread knees, then continued sliding the dress down your hips until it pooled at your feet. You bent slowly to step out of it, your chest dipping right into his eye line, the delicate gold "M" pendant gleaming between your breasts in the golden sunlight.

As you straightened up again, you slowly reached behind your back and began untying the bikini top. You were so close to him now, barely inches away — close enough to hear the way he gulped.

No matter how many times you'd been intimate, Michael always reacted like this — like it was the first time he was seeing you bare, like he was falling in love with you all over again right in front of your eyes.

The bikini top slipped from your fingers and landed with a quiet thud on the floor. Michael's eyes were wide, dark with hunger and awe, drinking in the sight of you like you were something sacred.

He reached out with trembling hands, gently grasping the sides of your thighs before pressing his forehead against your stomach, breathing you in like he needed you to survive.

You couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped you. You threaded your fingers through his damp curls, tilting his face up gently.

"Wanna help me with the last piece, pretty boy?" you asked, voice low and sultry.

He looked up at you with the most loving, hungry expression — those big doe eyes full of adoration and want — and nodded almost shyly. "Y-yes," he breathed.

You guided his hands to the ties at your hips. His fingers were shaky with anticipation as he fumbled with the strings, but he eventually managed to pull them loose. The bikini bottoms slid down your legs and pooled at your feet, leaving you completely bare before him.

For a moment, Michael just stared, lips parted, like he couldn't quite believe his luck.

You gave him a soft, teasing smile before turning and walking slowly toward the bathroom, hips swaying gently. You paused at the doorway and glanced back over your shoulder with a playful pout.

"What? Aren't you gonna join me?"

You didn't wait for an answer — just stepped into the bathroom at a light, teasing pace and slipped into the shower, turning the water on and letting the warm spray fill the space with steam.

Behind you, you heard Michael scrambling to his feet, nearly tripping in his hurry. Clothes were shed in a clumsy rush, and then the shower curtain was yanked open. He stepped in without hesitation, pulling you into a hungry kiss the second the water hit his skin.

Your back met the cool tile wall as his body pressed against yours. You could feel how hard he was, flushed and aching, pressed warmly against your stomach. Heat pooled between your thighs at the contact.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his wet curls as the hot water cascaded over both of you, drenching your hair and turning your curls into heavy, dripping strands.

Michael moaned softly into your mouth before trailing desperate, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down to your neck, like he couldn't get enough of you.

His hands slid down your body with that familiar mix of shyness and hunger, reverent even now. One slipped between your thighs, and you gasped as his long fingers gently stroked through your folds, teasing with careful devotion.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck, voice husky and full of awe, barely rising above the rush of water. "So wet already… I can't believe you're mine."

He eased one finger inside you, then another, curling them slowly while his thumb found your clit and began rubbing in gentle, devoted circles. Your hips bucked into his hand, and he let out a soft, shaky breath against your skin, pressing his forehead to your shoulder like he needed the contact to stay grounded.

"It's only you that makes me feel like this, Mikey…" you moaned, voice trembling. "The only ever."

He pulled back just enough to look at you. The warm water had flushed his face a deep rose, droplets clinging to his lashes and tracing luminous paths down his cheeks and jaw. In the soft golden light filtering into the shower, he looked almost ethereal — those wide brown eyes dark with want, his curls plastered wet against his forehead.

A slow, gorgeous smile broke across his face before you pulled him into a desperate kiss.

Every time you got close like this, the shy boy who blushed at the mere thought of intimacy seemed to melt away. In his place was someone bolder, more confident — someone not afraid to use his words and tell you exactly how much he wanted you. It never failed to make your knees weak.

"God, baby… you feel so perfect," he murmured through the kisses as his fingers pumped deeper, steadier. "So warm and tight around my fingers… My beautiful angel. Look at you, taking me so well."

You could only moan into his mouth, biting gently at his lower lip as pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. His thumb circled your clit with more pressure now — steady, relentless — while his fingers curled just right against that perfect spot inside you. The contrast between the quiet, blushing Michael everyone else saw and this version of him, here in the steam and golden light, sent heat flooding through your entire body.

"You're so gorgeous like this," he breathed, voice thick with emotion. "Moaning for me… all mine."

The pleasure built slowly, deliciously, your moans echoing softly against the tiled walls. But right before you tipped over the edge, you reached down and gently grabbed his wrist, stilling his hand.

Michael pulled back, breathing hard, eyes hazy with lust but flickering with that familiar thread of worry. The careful, gentlemanly side of him always surfaced at moments like this.

"Did I do something wrong, baby?" he asked softly, voice rough but tender.

You shook your head, still catching your breath. Without another word, you turned slowly in his arms and pressed your front against the cool tile wall. You arched your back and pushed back against him, feeling his hard cock nestle hot and heavy between your cheeks.

Glancing over your shoulder, voice needy and breathless, you said, "I need you so bad, Mikey… Please fuck me like this. From behind."

You could feel his heart hammering wildly against your back. His wide eyes went even wider — like a deer caught in headlights — surprise and desire warring across his flushed face. Even now, with the water streaming down his body and his obvious need throbbing against you, he hesitated. Always the gentleman, always worried you might feel like you had to do something bolder just for him.

"W-what…?" he stammered, hands settling lightly on your hips as if afraid to grip too tight. "Baby, you don't have to… I mean, if you want me to see your face —"

"Please, baby," you whispered, pushing back against him again, slow and deliberate. "I want you like this. I want to feel you deep."

That finally seemed to sink in. Michael let out a shaky exhale, almost a whimper, his breath warm against your wet shoulder.

"Oh lord… You're gonna be the death of me, pretty lady."

His voice was thick with both awe and lingering shyness, but his hands tightened on your hips with newfound, if still slightly tentative, confidence. A soft giggle escaped you, melting quickly into a moan as the thick head of his cock brushed against your slick folds, teasing you with slow, deliberate strokes while his breathing grew heavier against your skin.

Then he finally pushed in — slow, steady, and so deep you moaned into the cool tile. He stilled once he was fully seated, chest pressed flush to your back, clearly fighting for control. The feeling of him buried so deep inside you, stretching and filling you completely, made your head spin.

His hips began to move in deep, rolling thrusts — intimate, controlled, each one pressing right where you needed him most. Every push pulled soft, needy sounds from your throat as the steamy air danced across your bodies and the running water murmured steadily in the background.

All the while, he trailed tender, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and the curve of your neck — sweet and worshipful even as his thrusts grew deeper. Like he couldn't stop himself from loving you gently, even in the middle of this.

He angled his hips just right and stroked that sweet, devastating spot inside you again and again. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core.

You were breathless. The words spilled out raw and needy. "Mikey… please," you moaned, pushing back to meet his deep thrusts. "Fill me up… I want you to come inside me."

Michael's rhythm faltered for a moment, a shaky groan leaving him as his lips pressed another lingering kiss to your wet shoulder. You felt his cheeks burn hot against your skin.

"Y-yeah?" he breathed, voice husky and a little shy even as his hips started moving faster, driving deeper with every stroke. The words tumbled out suddenly, unfiltered. "You want me to put a baby in you, angel? Right here?"

He panicked for half a second after saying it — but your frantic nod chased the worry away.

"Please… I want it. I want you to fill me up."

He cursed softly under his breath — a rare, rough sound that sent chills racing down your spine. You'd never heard anything like that from his mouth before. He buried his face in your neck, trailing more kisses there as his thrusts grew more desperate, deep and purposeful, like he was determined to give you exactly what you'd asked for.

His hands tightened on your waist, one sliding down over your stomach and up the front of your body before carefully, gently pressing against your throat — not squeezing, just holding you close and steady. The other wandered lower, finding your clit and rubbing fast but controlled circles against your sensitive nub.

"Then take it, sweetheart," he whispered hotly against your ear between kisses, trembling. "Take everything I give you…"

The bold words, the steady deep rhythm of him pumping inside you, his skilled fingers, and those sweet lingering kisses along your shoulder all combined to pull loud moans from your throat. You couldn't hold them back, and neither of you cared if the rest of the house could hear. Secretly, Michael seemed to like it — the way you fell apart so loudly for him, proof that only he could make you feel like this.

Pleasure crashed over you first, deep and shuddering. Your body tightened around him as you moaned his name, waves of it rolling through you. Michael followed right after with a broken, shy groan, pressing as deep as he could go while he spilled inside you, giving you everything you'd begged for. He held you close, trembling against your back, still pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as the water continued to rain down warmly over you both.

After a long, hazy moment, he eased out of you carefully and turned you in his arms, pulling you against his wet chest. His chin rested on top of your head while his big hands stroked slow, sweet circles down your back.

"You okay, angel face?" he asked gently, voice hoarse and full of tender concern.

"More than okay," you whispered, smiling against his skin.

He pulled you into a tighter hug, holding you like you were something precious, then kissed you softly. One hand came up to stroke your cheek in gentle circles. His eyes met yours, warm and full of quiet wonder.

"I love you so much, my sweet girl."

You grinned up at him. "I love you, pretty boy."

You both laughed softly, the sound echoing lightly in the steamy shower. The mood shifted back to something sweet and playful as you continued washing each other — rubbing shampoo into his curls, him carefully running soapy hands over your sun-kissed skin, gently rinsing away the last traces of the beach day.

Before long, you couldn't resist. "I don't think you're gonna be hearing any more teasing or flirting from them for a long time now."

Michael let out an embarrassed laugh, cheeks burning hot again as understanding dawned. "Oh god…"

You just smiled back at him with a big grin, feeling warm and content.

This really had been one of the best days in a long while.

[cndybliss]

(18+, pwp, dangerous era) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ husband!michael who loves to take you outside at neverland, setting up a cute and innocent picnic on the dewy grass just for the two of you. the night sky full of bright and glimmering stars, the both of you laying down with your fingers interlocked. but little did either of you know just how much innocent romance could spiral into a sensual situation. it was like you had blinked, and suddenly michael was on top of you, lips roaming your body.

"didn't know the stars could be such a good aphrodisiac." michael murmured between kisses. "then again, i do have the privilege of getting to be alone with the most gorgeous girl in the world.. which turns me on itself." he smiled against your skin saying those last few words, the two of you giggling in unison.

"i love you, michael." you carried his face to match in position with yours, kissing him before he could even let out a single word. michael pulled away almost instantly, leaving you with a large frown plastered on your face.

"ah ah ah, pretty. didn't even let me reply now, did we?" he leaned in a bit closer, his hot breath sliding against your lips and nostrils. "i love you more, baby," he leaned even closer, your lips practically inches away from touching. "need my girl to know how much i love her, yeah? let me treat you right, gorgeous."

and he sure kept his goddamn word. he slowly pulled down both of your bottoms—not fully off, but just enough room so he could work his magic. your jean shorts lay on your ankles, as did the slacks he decided to wear. you both pulled out the "essentials" and stared longingly into each other's eyes.

"you make me the happiest man on the planet, d'ya know that?" he cleared his throat, "if i could make love to you everyday, i would. i'd take my sweet time with you each and every time, god."

you swallowed hard, bracing yourself for what was yet to come. michael placed one more elongated kiss on your lips, breaking apart to smile at you. he looked down, positioning himself right along your slick folds.

he looked back up at your gorgeous face, watching your expression as he slowly slid himself into you, deliciously filling up your walls. your sweet smile turning into furrowed brows and a whining mouth. he loved hearing your sounds, never kissing your mouth during sex, oh no. he loved to kiss other areas such as your neck, your cheek—sometimes he would even bring up your wrist just so he could leave a nice smooch.

he held a firm grip on your waist, his lips laying on your temple as he passionately and precisely pumped in and out of you. your arms wrapped around his slim back, the fabric of his shirt feeling extra soft against your fingertips. your eyes had no area of michael to look at, so your gaze fixated on the view you two shared before this moment, the beautiful sky.

"wish we could be like this all the time..shit—your pretty pussy wrapped around me like a glove, like you were curated perfectly just for me, oh god yes." his pace of strokes increasing, sloppily and desperately groaning aloud. "fuuuck.."

your legs spread slightly more open, allowing michael to push himself deeper and further towards your core. he sped up even faster, his low groans turning into needy whines. you weren't much better either, your loud moans and squeals being shoved down michael's ear, fueling him even further to finish quickly.

michael could never last insanely long with you during romantic nights like this, but it wasn't embarrassing or disappointing. he just felt so aroused and insane about your beauty and your body, his body would just give in too fast from the pleasure.

michael's eyes began to water, a normal sign showing he was going to finish off soon. he lifted his head to stare at you once more, your pussy becoming a nervous and sensitive mess as he sped up for the last time.

"so gorgeous, so pretty. 'gonna make you a mommy one day, a stunning mommy.." he whined, his voice cracking slightly.

tears streamed down his cheeks as he pumped his cock a final time inside your pussy, coating your walls with his warm release. you came as well, your bodies almost intertwining spiritually with the mutual finish.

michael wiped his tears, kissing your lips while he pulled out slowly, your hips jerking from the sensitivity.

"you make me complete." he smiled with wet eyes, staring at your fucked-out body and expression. "i love being your husband."

𓈒⠀𓈒 god this was wayyy longer than i expected.. and sorry if it seems a bit rushed, i was trying my best to get this gem out immediately >< again, sorry for making it a bit rushed but i hope you guys enjoy! also this isn't proofread 😣

[invincibledc]

Bsf!jermajesty x gn!reader

✌︎('ω')✌︎ jermajesty helping you over a hang over

You and Jermajesty were on a cruise with him and his family.

Well, mostly you, him, Randy, Jaafar, and his fiancée.

Randy was singing with Jermajesty, and they both swayed at the karaoke. Jaafar clapped with laughter as he tried to sing along with his brother.

You and Maddie were just sipping on your fruity drinks. Although you had a “little” too much, as Maddie signaled to Jermajesty that you were tipsy.

You couldn’t lie, you don’t remember what happened after. All you knew was that you were getting picked up and taken to your room.

You slurred your words, eyes glazed with that alcohol. Your breath was fruity, and you smelled that cologne of cedar. It’s Woody's scent clouding your scent.

Jermajesty lay you in bed, taking off your sandals. He clicked his tongue, “always going over your drinking limit.” He muttered. He watched as you glanced at him.

He went out of the room you shared with him (he wanted to share a room with his best friend), he grabbed you a waterbottle and laid it beside the nightstand.

Hours later, when you woke up. You groaned, annoyed, massaging your head before feeling the urge to throw up. You hopped up and rushed to the bathroom.

Jermajesty woke up, rubbing his eyes when he heard you practically throw up the fruity alcohol drinks you had drunk that night. He sat up, shirtless in black sweats.

He grabbed the water bottle you didn’t see and went to the bathroom. He pushed hair out of your face.

Despite being sleepy, his first priority is you right now. After you finished the puking frenzy, he made sure you took small sips before helping you clean up.

Jermajesty is always here for you.

Aftermath— Jermajesty lay on his stomach while you slept on your side in one of the beds. Jaafar and Randy walked in, ready to take you both for some breakfast, only to freeze seeing you and Jermajesty sleeping. They exited the room silently, but they couldn’t help but have a knowing smirk on their faces.

Bsf!jermajesty m.list

[lourensz]

[strawberrykittymp3]

So imagine inpatient!jermajesty, at movie night with all his cousin-siblings. (No shade😬) but couldn't even wait until the night was over to touch on reader.... This could be smut, OR fluffy with someone noticing all the cuddling, and they start teasing them.💆🏾‍♀️

Movie night

Jermajesty Jackson x Fem!reader

Synopsis: When your boyfriend invited you to movie night after not seeing you for a while, you were expecting to have a nice time with him and his siblings, you didn’t expect him to be so needy.

WARNINGS: Jermajesty is down baaaaad, kinda fluffy, light exhibitionism? Maddie’s in this one, heavy teasing, even heavier smut, making out, oral (male receiving), light fingering?, matting press, PIV, light choking (a headlock occurs <3), spanking, raw sex (don’t do that) creampie <3 light aftercare

Authors note: i was possessed while writing this, idk what happened to me i just need Jermajesty to put me through a mattress. No proofread

Thank you sm @bbcouture4 for this request😮‍💨 had my mind racing there

As always i do like to write and describe a lot

This content is NOT AI and it shall NOT be used to train AI, enjoy pookies

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Movie night at Hayvenhurst was always a great time, you love his family, so when your boyfriend Jermajesty invited you over with his brothers and sister in law you just couldn’t say no.

Once you arrived, you and Maddie were both on drinks and popcorn duty while the boys were back in the living room fighting over who picks the movie

“He missed you so much you know?” she says with a chuckle while she loads up the popcorn machine

Your smile instantly softened “Jer?”

She instantly nods “he wouldn’t stop talking about you” she giggles

“He kept staring at the pictures you would send him, telling us how much he misses you, how hot you looked at the beach” she mutters under her breath as she turned to look at you “He really loves you” she says as she finishes putting popcorn on the bowls “trust me i’ve been here for years i’ve never seen him like this before” she takes a sip of her drink “He’s down bad is what im trying to say”

“He’s also been super cranky and losing his mind over the pictures you sent him so” she shrugged “do with that what you will”

The room felt warm.

You tried to hide your smile by turning back toward the counter, but Maddie caught it instantly.

“Ohhhh you got it bad too.”

“I do not.” You chuckled

“You absolutely do.” she says handing you your bowl “Cmon lover girl, i’m sure he’s already waiting for you”

You come back to the living room with Maddie, drinks and popcorn in hand, a smile on your face and a newfound confidence from the revelation she made to you, did he really have it that bad for you? You decided to pay more attention.

Jermajesty scans your body as you walk his way.

Fuck you look good.

Granted, you hadn’t seen each other in two weeks, the thought of you was torturous, his head was already spinning, and for some reason, your simple sweatpants and tight tank top were doing the trick for him.

The moment you sit down, his hands are on you, arm hooked around your waist the moment you passed him the popcorn bowl, pulling you backwards until your back was fully against his chest, legs tangled with his under the blanket. earning a quiet chuckle from Randy.

“Damn man she ain’t going anywhere” Randy said making Jaafar laugh as well

“Yeah dude she literally just went to the kitchen” Jaafar says before putting some popcorn on his mouth

“Mans acting like a schoolboy who just discovered women” Randy continued, making both Maddie and you laugh.

“You guys are annoying would you play the fucking movie?” he says trying to ignore the fact that he’s blushing, his grip on your waist even stronger.

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As the movie goes on, the attention is focused on the movie, well, everyones attention but Jermajesty’s.

It started innocently enough, his hand on your waist, tracing lacy patterns through the fabric of your shirt, then you could feel his fingertips hooking to the hem of your sweatpants, slowly slipping down your thigh under the pants, taking full advantage of the fact that your legs were covered with a blanket.

You looked up at him, shocked by his boldness, but he didn’t moved an inch, his eyes fixed on the TV pretending to pay attention to the movie.

“Jer” you whisper just loud enough for him to hear

“Mmm?” he hums softly as he continues his trail, hand now fully on your ass, and his middle finger brushing with your heat ever so slightly making you feel lightheaded.

And you don’t stay behind. Your hand, previously resting on his thigh is now on his noticeable bulge under the covers slowly moving up and down through the fabric, earning a grunt from him that he covered up with a cough.

“You okay baby?” you say looking up at him innocently, still touching him under the cover, and that made him nearly lose it. To his advantage, the movie credits started rolling, he pulled his hand out of your pants, and sat up immediately

“Alrighty then we’re going to bed” he said as his hand reappeared from under the covers tapping your waist with urgency

“Already?” Randy says with a knowing smirk “cmon we were thinking about playing some games-“

“Nah we leaving” he barely even let you grab your phone before putting you over his shoulder like nothing and taking you upstairs.

“Don’t wait up” he says as he walks up the stairs

“JERMAJESTY-“ you scream holding onto him

The room goes quiet for a second, until they hear the door closing and locking upstairs

“They were definitely touching under the blanket” Jaafar says matter of factly

“Oh 100 percent” Randy goes as he gets up to get more popcorn “I can’t believe my little brother is getting more than me dude”

Back at the room, when Jermajesty put you down, you were immediately backed up to the wall as he kissed you desperately

“I missed you” he says in between kisses, moving from your mouth to your neck, making you let out a soft whimper “and these” he says taking off your tank top and groping your breast shamelessly, moving his hands down your ass giving it a tight squeeze

“Missed you too” you say moving your hands under his shirt feeling up his toned body as you take his shirt off, then moving one hand over to his dick, palming him through his pants “I need you so bad Jermajesty”

“Fuck” he groans, his hands pull you from your hips aggressively making you sit down on the bed

“You gon’ suck me off baby?” his voice drops, your fingers hooking onto the edge of his pants while you nod looking at him through your lashes

He chuckles “Cmon then baby, i’m all yours”

You don’t waste a second more pulling his pants down, letting his dick sprung out free, long, girthy, and clean shaved like he knew the night was gonna end this way. You start lightly stroking him before taking a long lick down his length making him shiver.

Before he can get a protest out, you take him fully in your mouth

“O-Oh fuck” he instinctively puts his hands on your head, holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you suck him like your life depends on it. He bucks his hips back into you, making you gag

“Cmon baby you can take it” his free hand moves to your throat “Relax f’ me okay?” To the best of your ability, you nod, mascara running down your face, you holding him by the hips taking him deep inside your throat, you suddenly feel him twitch

“Shit baby I-I’m” you quickly hook your arms around his hips so he can’t pull away from you “What are you?- Oh my gosh” that man damn near whimpers as bucks his hips and cums in your mouth.

“Holy shit” he says as he rides off his orgasm, his breath is still raged, he looks down at you as you open your mouth, showing him you swallowed his every drop, he chuckles under his breath.

“Come here ma” he suddenly holds you by the neck kissing you possessively, tongues clashing with each other as his free hand lifts up your hips swiftly taking off your pants and panties, now he’s pressing you into the bed as he pushes your thighs open, rubbing his fingers against your pussy making you moan

“Oh baby you’re so wet f’me” he says before biting his lip looking down at your naked body “All this just for me?” he says circling his middle finger on your clit on a torturous pace “Fuck i’m such a lucky man”

“Jer- baby” you say in between moans, his other hand still around your neck making you feel lightheaded from the pleasure “Please don’t tease me”

He hums, pulling his fingers away from your cunt, taking them to his mouth licking them clean, “You look good when you beg girl” he smirks “I’ll keep that in mind” He gives your thigh a light tap as he tells you to turn around ass up.

He lightly slaps his dick against your pussy “Fuck you make me go crazy” he slowly slid into you, stretching you out deliciously “F-Fuck ma, you so tight” he lightly spanks your ass, making you jump up

“Jer- f-feels so good” you moan as you grip onto the sheets “more p-please” you say as you back up into him, he holds your hips tightly, giving your ass another slap

“Yeah? want more?” he goes down, wrapping one arm around your head putting you on a headlock as he relentlessly thrusts into you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. At this point, the headboard is slapping against the wall and you’re a moaning mess, you couldn’t care less if everyone hears, that’s a problem for you from the future.

“Fuck baby” he moans into your ear “You feel so good, best pussy in the world” he spanks your ass again, making you clench around him, he chuckles “Ohhh you liked that?” Another spank. “You like me getting rough with you? mmm?”

You wish you could respond, you can only whimper soft “yes” as you feel your stomach tie on a knot

“Jer!”

“I know i know” his thrust becoming sloppier “Fuck baby cum for me i gotchu”

You let out a choked moan as you cum, your body goes limp under his as you feel his own high splutter inside you. He quickly pulls out of you, helping you lay down on the bed, completely spent, as he goes to the bathroom to get a wet towel to clean you up.

What a gentleman. Taking care of you after he rearranged your guts.

You shiver as you feel the warm towel running down your pussy as you’re still sensitive

“Was it too much?” he says sitting on the bed as he finishes cleaning you up

“No no, it was perfect” you grin “Just what i needed after two weeks away from my man” you look at him lovingly

“Yeah we ain’t doing that ever again, i felt crazy” he says helping you get under the covers, pulling you to his chest

“Well if the welcome sex is gonna be this good everytime i leave” you giggle as you draw circles on his chest with your fingers “I don’t mind being away from you for a bit”

He holds you closer “Nah you ain’t leaving me alone” he leaves a kiss at the top of your head “Plus if you wanted me to get rough all you have to do is ask baby, there’s no need to leave”

You elbow him lightly as you settle down on his chest, your eyes becoming droopy, falling asleep tangled up in sheets with Jermajesty.

You’re definitely not leaving his side for a long while.

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I’m ovulating can you tell?

Anyways feedback is appreciated as always lmao

Strawberry OUT🍓

[iihrt-kayy]

𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘹𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦

𝘸𝘤: 4.5𝘬

the jackson family had always been loud during the holidays.

somehow every conversation turned into three conversations at once. music played somewhere in the background at all times, somebody was always cooking, somebody was always laughing too hard, and somebody was definitely arguing over cards in the living room.

it had been like that since you were little.

which was exactly why this trip felt so strange.

you adjusted the sleeves of your cream colored sweater as the black escalade rolled through the snowy roads leading up to the cabin. outside the windows, snow covered the pine trees so heavily it looked fake. pretty enough to be a postcard.

inside the car, though, the tension sat like a brick between you and jermajesty.

he sat beside you scrolling on his phone while soft r&b played through the speakers. every few seconds the light from his screen reflected against his face. unreadable. distant.

it wasn’t always like this.

you remembered being fourteen at family cookouts with him chasing you around the backyard spraying water guns while his cousins yelled at both of you to stop running near the food. remembered movie nights where you’d fall asleep on opposite ends of the couch just to wake up somehow tangled together under the same blanket.

back then, loving jermajesty jackson felt easy.

now it felt like trying to hold snow in your hands.

“you okay?” he finally asked without looking up from his phone.

you stared out the window. “i’m fine.”

a lie. he knew it was a lie too.

the car went quiet again.

by the time you arrived at the cabin, snow had already started falling harder. the place was massive, warm lights glowing through the windows while music echoed faintly from inside.

the second the front doors opened, warmth hit your face.

“there she is!” jermaine called from across the room.

you barely had time to take your coat off before alejandra pulled you into a hug.

“mi amor, finally,” she smiled. “you look too skinny. did you eat?”

you laughed softly for the first time all day. “hi to you too.”

“no seriously,” she said, grabbing your face dramatically. “do you know how stressed i get when you don’t answer me?”

“mom,” jermajesty muttered behind you.

“don’t mom me.” she waved him off instantly before pulling you toward the kitchen. “come sit.”

you could feel his eyes on your back for half a second before he disappeared upstairs.

of course he did.

the kitchen smelled like cinnamon and garlic and something sweet baking in the oven. everybody talked over each other while snowstorm warnings played quietly from the television mounted above the fireplace.

you tried your best to blend into the warmth of it all.

but every once in a while your eyes drifted upstairs.

toward him.

later that night, the cabin grew quieter.

most of the family had gone downstairs for games and drinks while you stood alone on the upstairs balcony overlooking the mountains. snow fell heavily now, coating everything silver beneath the moonlight.

your fingers tightened around the mug in your hands.

you didn’t hear jermajesty walk out until his voice came quietly behind you.

“you’ve barely looked at me all day.”

you exhaled slowly. “because every time i do, you’re on your phone.”

silence.

when you turned around, he leaned against the doorway in gray sweats and a black hoodie, curls slightly messy from the snow. beautiful in the most unfair way possible.

but tired too.

“you know i’ve been busy,” he said.

you laughed once. not nicely. “you’ve been ‘busy’ for like two months.”

his jaw tightened.

“don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“act like i’m ignoring you on purpose.”

you looked down over the balcony again before speaking quietly.

“sometimes i feel like you only love me when it’s convenient.”

that one hit him.

you could see it immediately in his face.

the wind blew harder around both of you as the silence stretched.

downstairs, faint laughter echoed through the cabin.

up here, it felt like the two of you were completely alone.

“you know that’s not true,” he finally said.

“then why does it feel true?”

for the first time all night, jermajesty didn’t have an answer.

jermajesty hated when you got quiet. not the normal kind of quiet. not the comfortable silence the two of you had shared for years.

this kind.

the kind where your eyes stopped looking for him first in a room.

the kind where your voice sounded tired instead of angry.

it made his chest feel tight in a way he didn’t know how to fix.

you stepped past him before he could say anything else, brushing your shoulder against his lightly as you walked back inside.

“i’m tired,” you muttered. “goodnight.”

he watched you disappear down the hallway.

for a second, he thought about following you.

instead, he stayed frozen on the balcony while snow piled against the railing.

downstairs, somebody screamed from laughing too hard. probably jaafar.

normally that sound would’ve made him smile.

tonight it just made him feel worse.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

the next morning, the storm had gotten worse.

thick snow covered the windows almost halfway up, and the weather report on the television warned everyone to stay inside until further notice.

“this is insane,” one of his cousins laughed, standing near the fireplace. “we’re literally trapped here.”

“well nobody panic,” alejandra said dramatically while carrying plates into the kitchen. “we have enough food for at least a week.”

“a week?” jermajesty groaned. “oh my god.”

you sat quietly at the counter stirring cream into your coffee.

his eyes landed on you instantly.

you looked pretty even when you were upset. annoyingly pretty.

oversized hoodie. curls slightly messy. long lashes casting shadows against your cheeks while you stared into your mug like it personally offended you.

he noticed you still wore the chain he bought you last summer.

you noticed him noticing.

your gaze flicked away immediately.

damn.

“you two are weird,” his older sister suddenly said from across the kitchen.

both of your heads snapped toward her.

“excuse me?” you laughed awkwardly.

“seriously,” she continued. “usually y’all are attached at the hip during family trips. now it’s giving divorced parents.”

“okay!” alejandra cut in quickly. “eat your breakfast.”

but several people around the kitchen started laughing because everybody had clearly already noticed the tension.

jermajesty rubbed his face. “can everybody mind their business?”

“we are minding it,” jaafar smirked from the couch. “this is entertaining.”

you shook your head, trying not to smile despite yourself.

jermajesty caught it immediately.

that tiny smile.

and for the first time in days, something in him softened.

because at least you were still looking at him.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

by nighttime, the storm had become dangerous.

wind slammed against the cabin windows hard enough to make the lights flicker every few minutes.

you sat curled on one end of the sectional couch while the family watched movies and talked over each other. every now and then thunder rumbled somewhere outside.

your phone buzzed beside you.

mom: roads are getting closed out there. y’all stay safe please.

before you could answer, the lights suddenly shut off.

the entire cabin went dark.

a chorus of confused yelling immediately filled the room.

“oh hell no.”

“are you serious?”

“wait somebody touched my leg!”

you laughed quietly under your breath as flashlight lights started appearing around the room.

then another flicker.

nothing.

the power stayed out this time.

“okay,” jermaine sighed somewhere in the dark. “nobody panic.”

“why would you say don’t panic?” somebody complained. “now i’m panicking.”

candles were eventually lit around the cabin, casting everything in soft gold shadows. it should’ve felt cozy.

instead, the storm outside only seemed louder now.

after another hour, one of the maintenance workers called saying part of the upstairs heating system had frozen.

meaning several bedrooms upstairs were unusable until morning.

“you’ve gotta be kidding me,” jermajesty muttered when room arrangements started getting shuffled around.

you looked up from your blanket slowly.

because there was only one bedroom left.

his.

alejandra blinked between both of you carefully.

“i mean…” she started cautiously, “you two have shared rooms before.”

“mom,” jermajesty warned.

she lifted her hands innocently.

you swallowed hard.

because suddenly the thought of being trapped in the same room with him all night felt way scarier than the storm outside.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

the room felt smaller than it actually was.

maybe it was the storm outside.

maybe it was the way silence filled every corner the second the bedroom door shut behind both of you.

jermajesty tossed his phone onto the dresser before running a hand through his curls. “you can take the bed.”

you looked over at him. “and you’re gonna sleep where?”

“the floor or something.”

“jer…”

“seriously, it’s fine.”

you sighed softly, setting your overnight bag near the wall. “we’re not doing that.”

he looked up.

“we’ve shared beds before,” you said quietly. “it’s not that big of a deal.”

except it was.

because the problem had never been sharing space with jermajesty.

the problem was how easy it still felt to be around him even after he hurt you.

outside, wind howled against the cabin windows while soft candlelight flickered across the room. the power still hadn’t returned, leaving everything dim and warm.

you changed quietly in the bathroom before climbing into bed wearing one of your oversized shirts and shorts.

jermajesty tried not to stare when you walked out.

tried and failed.

because you looked soft and beautiful in the kind of effortless way that always ruined him a little.

he climbed in beside you a few minutes later, keeping distance between your bodies.

for a while, neither of you spoke.

the only sounds were the storm outside and the occasional crackle from the fireplace downstairs.

then quietly,

“why’ve you been treating me different?”

your voice barely rose above the wind.

jermajesty stared at the ceiling.

“i haven’t.”

you turned your head toward him immediately. “don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“pretend i’m making it up.” silence.

you sat up slightly now, frustration finally slipping through your voice.

“you stopped calling like you used to. every time we’re together lately you seem distracted. half the time i feel like i’m bothering you just for wanting attention from my own boyfriend.”

that word hit him hard.

boyfriend.

because lately he hadn’t even been acting like one.

his jaw tightened while he looked down at his hands.

“it’s not you.”

“then what is it?”

another long silence stretched between you both.

finally, he exhaled.

“everything got serious.”

you frowned slightly. “what does that mean?”

“It means…” he rubbed his face tiredly. “you’re not some random girl to me.”

your chest tightened hearing that.

“you’ve been around my family forever. my mom loves you more than me at this point,” he said with a weak laugh. “everybody already treats you like you belong here.”

his voice softened.

“and that scares me.”

you stared at him quietly.

“why?”

“because what if i ruin it?”

the vulnerability in his voice almost hurt to hear.

jermajesty looked over at you now, eyes darker in the candlelight.

“you know how people see me,” he admitted quietly. “half the time i don’t even know if i’m doing relationships right. and lately i just kept thinking…” he paused. “what if you wake up one day and realize i’m not enough for you?”

your expression softened instantly.

“jer…”

“so i pulled away first.”

there it was.

the truth. the stupid, messy, and painfully honest truth.

you felt your eyes sting slightly before shaking your head.

“you idiot.”

a small breath of laughter escaped him.

you moved closer before you could overthink it, your fingers brushing lightly against his jaw.

“i’ve loved you since we were kids,” you whispered. “you really think i’d still be here if you weren’t enough for me?”

his eyes searched yours carefully.

like he was trying to decide whether he deserved to believe you.

then slowly, his hand slid against your waist beneath the blankets.

“i missed you,” he admitted softly.

your breath caught.

because somehow hearing that felt more intimate than anything else.

the space between you disappeared naturally after that.

his forehead rested against yours first.

then his lips brushed yours softly.

like he was relearning you.

the kiss deepened slowly, all lingering emotion and tension finally spilling out between both of you after weeks of distance. your fingers slid into his curls while his hand tightened gently at your waist, pulling you closer against him.

every touch felt warm. familiar.

needed.

he kissed you like he was sorry.

like he was terrified to lose you.

your breathing grew uneven when his lips trailed briefly along your jaw, his voice low against your skin.

“you have no idea how hard it’s been not touching you.”

heat rushed through your stomach instantly.

you shifted closer without thinking, legs brushing against his beneath the blankets.

his hands moved carefully along your thighs, slow enough to give you time to pull away if you wanted.

you didn’t.

instead you kissed him again harder this time, emotion and want mixing together until neither of you could tell where one ended and the other started.

outside, snow slammed against the windows.

inside, the room only grew warmer.

his kisses grew slower after that, deeper, the kind that left both of you breathless between each touch. the tension from the last few weeks melted into something softer now, something warm and aching and impossible to ignore.

you could feel his heartbeat against your chest when he pulled you closer, one hand sliding carefully along your thigh beneath the blanket. not rushed, not careless.

like he wanted to remember every part of you.

“come here,” he murmured quietly against your lips.

you shifted willingly into him until there was barely space left between your bodies. the oversized shirt you wore had slipped slightly off one shoulder, and jermajesty’s eyes dropped there for a second before he kissed the skin gently.

the small sound that escaped you made him smile against your neck.

“there she is,” he whispered.

your fingers tightened lightly in the fabric of his hoodie as his lips continued trailing slowly along your jawline and neck, lingering just enough to make your breathing uneven. outside the storm raged against the cabin windows, but inside everything felt warm, heavy, intimate.

“you know what you do to me?” he said quietly.

you swallowed. “what?”

his hand slid against your waist, pulling you flush against him again before he answered.

“you make me forget every stupid thing in my head.”

the honesty in his voice hit harder than the flirting.

you kissed him again immediately, softer this time, and he melted into it with a quiet exhale. weeks of frustration, missing each other, wanting each other, all of it blurred together until neither of you could stop smiling between kisses.

jermajesty rested his forehead against yours afterward, thumb brushing slowly along your hip beneath the blanket.

“i’m serious about you,” he admitted quietly. “probably more serious than i know how to handle.”

your chest tightened hearing that.

for a second neither of you spoke, just laid there tangled together while candlelight flickered across the room.

then you laughed softly. “you know your family’s gonna be annoying tomorrow.”

he groaned immediately, dropping his head against your shoulder. “jaafar’s never letting this go.”

you laughed harder when he kissed your shoulder dramatically like he was suffering.

but even then, even joking around, he still kept holding you close.

like he finally understood he almost lost something he couldn’t replace.

then suddenly,

“does anybody know where the—”

both of your heads snapped toward the doorway where jaafar stood frozen holding a flashlight.

both of your heads snapped toward the doorway where jaafar stood frozen holding a flashlight.

his eyes slowly moved from jermajesty laying half on top of you… to your tangled legs beneath the blankets… to the candlelight mood lighting surrounding the room.

“oh.”

you immediately shoved your face into jermajesty’s chest out of embarrassment while jermajesty grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it directly at him.

“GET OUT.”

jaafar dodged it easily, looking way too entertained.

“this is insane,” he laughed. “the whole family downstairs talking about board games while y’all up here.”

“leave!” you yelled, unable to stop laughing.

“okay okay i’m going,” he grinned, backing toward the hallway. “but just so y’all know, these walls are thin.”

“JAFAAR.”

the door slammed shut again while jermajesty groaned into the pillow beside you.

you were still laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

“i’m never going downstairs again,” he muttered dramatically.

you looked over at him, curls messy, cheeks flushed, still half wrapped around you beneath the blankets.

and for the first time in weeks, everything between you finally felt okay again.

[jadoremme]

Guys Jermajesty is so fine like ughhhh

[sgecat]

◞ ྀི◟ ͜ ׁDIRTY DANCING

pairing: michael jackson x reader

era: BAD

summary: Michael swears he doesn’t do dirty dancing — not in rehearsal, not in real life, not at all. But when he’s practicing choreography at four in the morning, and you’re the only one awake to help him, he suddenly forgets that rule.

content: (MDNI), smut, established relationship, bumping n grinding, teasing, domestic setting, soft dom!michael, sub!reader, dry humping, praise kink, cunnilingus, smell kink, somnophilia if you squint, a bit of fluff, not proofread so ignore mistakes :)

wc: 1.8k

masterlist

SATURDAY, 4:07 AM

You start to hear the music again. It's not loud enough to wake up the entire house, no, it's low, steady. The same way he swore to you that he was just "running it back one more time."

You shuffle out of the bedroom, half-asleep, only to find Michael in the vast and empty living room, barefoot, curls messy. He doesn't notice you until the soft hue of the fireplace illuminates your shadow. He looks up when he does see you, breathless, kind of guilty.

"I didn't wanna wake you," he murmurs, even though he definitely did. And before you could try to tell him to come back to bed, he reached out his hand. A bit shy — hopeful — because you're the only one awake at this hour.

Well, barely. But awake.

He doesn't want to take much of his girl's time — nor her sleep — but he needs a partner. Just for this part. Just for a minute.

"Can you help me, baby, please? I need this routine to be perfect."

"But," you stammer, "Michael, darling, can this wait until tomorrow?"

He shakes his head, no, a small smile creeping up onto his face once you reluctantly agree.

He eagerly pulls you closer, his hands guiding your hips. "Okay, just — move your hips like this, alright? Yeah, keep doing that and feel the beat."

"Mike, is this really necessary —"

"It'll only be for a few minutes, sleepyhead, I promise. Then you can go back to bed." He giggles at your crankiness, continuing to guide your hips on his, slowly letting go as you finally let the beat take over you. He laughs under his breath when you finally start moving with him, the kind of breathy laugh he only ever lets out when exhaustion is taking over. Yet, he still can't contain his happiness. His hands stay light on your hips, still guiding but not pushing, and you can tell he's trying really,

Really hard.

To not look down at the movement of your bodies uniting, both at the crotch.

"You're doing good," he murmurs, eyes flicking down to your feet, then back up to your face. "See? 's not so bad. I knew you could help me."

"You also knew I was sleep," you mumble, but there's no real snark or bite to it. Not when he's looking down at you like that.

He steps back just enough to turn you around sharply, your back now pressed to his hard chest. His fingers brush yours as he catches your hand again. It's supposed to be part of the routine. You know that. But you can feel the intention in the way he grinds against you.

"Michael..." you sigh, trying to sound annoyed, but you can feel the bulge growing in his sweatpants, and it makes your chest warm in a way the fireplace never could.

"I know, baby, I know," he says, smiling wider now. "I couldn't help it... you're just too..."

"Too…?" You curse yourself for getting out of bed, for coming into the living room when he's obviously pent up. Frustrated. But at the same time, the other part of you invites it. I mean, it has been a while. And by a while, you mean 3 days.

3 days of sexual frustration. 3 days of Michael's increasing insomnia. 3 days of reluctant, unsatisfying masturbation. 3 days too long.

"I don't know... too irresistible, I guess. You look so beautiful like this."

"This", meaning, your messy hair, the large black glasses you half-heartedly fumbled onto the bridge of your nose, his white t-shirt, and the cute little panties he loves so much. Curse you for looking so damn sexy.

His large hand slides under that same t-shirt, and at this point, you two aren't dancing anymore.

He's still moving his hips against you, sure, but this wasn't dancing. He was practically dry-humping you. It's ironic and amusing; it almost makes you laugh.

"I thought you didn't do dirty dancing."

"I don't." He turns you around again, smiling at your features. Specifically, the fact that your glasses are starting to slide down your nose.

"Then what was this?"

He shrugs, a bit bashful. "I guess you just have that effect on me." He then pulls you into another kiss, so sensual, so deep, that it makes your knees weak. The music now becomes a soft noise in the background, the idea of you being a dance partner fleeing from any part of Michael's head. He wanted you, and in definitely more ways than one.

His hands pull you impossibly closer to him. Your chests pressed together so firmly that it feels suffocating, yet it's so deliciously addictive. Further taking your breath away as his lips against yours make their way lower into the crook of your neck. His mouth is hot on your skin, kissing and nibbling with soft, pleasurable sighs, like this does more to him than it does to you. Maybe because it does. Fuck, why do you smell so good?

"Mike, y-y'know it's uh— 4 in the morning, right?" You pant. His hands completely rode up your — his shirt, he doesn't even realize his wondering hands are fondling the curve of your ass.

"You're not complaining, are you?" His mouth curves into a sly smirk. "Because it sounds to me like you don't want me to make you feel good."

You could barely respond when he pulls away from your neck. And suddenly, that heat is gone. Not just the feeling of his breath on your skin, but the heat of arousal pooling in your pussy. He looks down at you, amused at your contorted expression.

"Aw, baby, so desperate, and I haven't even touched you yet."

"I'm not desperate." He lifts his brows, tongue pressing into his cheek in that teasing 'oh really?' expression he always gives you. Then, pushing you gently against the distant couch, he spreads your legs slightly, revealing the wet spot in your pretty pink panties.

"Fuck, you sure?" He sinks to his knees in front of you and pulls you closer by your hips. He takes a deep inhale on your clothed pussy, causing you to gasp at the sight.

"I need you, sweetheart. So bad. You could stay up a little longer, right?" He traces soft kisses along your inner thigh, searching your eyes for an answer, as your jaw falls slack at the teasing sensation.

"If you're too tired, you can go to sleep too. I'll be more than happy to take care of you in your dreams."

Only then does he move your panties to the side, his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit. The sensation alone makes your eyes roll back.

"And you wanted to say you weren't desperate. Silly girl."

He chuckles against your skin, the vibration sending another shiver through your already trembling body. His tongue flicks against your clit, once, twice, a cruel and perfect tease. He doesn't even give you a chance to retort as his mouth closes over you, his tongue swirling in a pure rhythm, studied magic.

Your hands fly to his hair, tangling in the soft curls as your back arches off the plush cushions on the couch. The noise that escapes you is half sob, half moan. He moans softly against your pussy, coaxing more of your noises as his fingers replace his tongue, slipping inside you in sharp, easy thrusts.

"So wet, so ready for me, baby."

You can't hear half of the words he's saying, and you didn't care to ask him to repeat himself.

All you could feel was him working you with his fingers and mouth in a syncopated rhythm that feels like his own music — impossible to resist and destined to make you lose control.

You don't even realize your orgasm crashing over you. It came without warning, a raw, screaming release that leaves you boneless against the cushions.

Before you could even catch your breath, he's pulling you up from the couch. Your legs feel like jelly as he picks you up and takes you to your shared bedroom.

His grip is gentle but firm, his exhaustion from the late-night hour now completely forgotten.

He glances back at you, a playful glint in his eye as he sets you down on the king-sized bed. He climbs on top of you and kisses you deeply, his erection now unbearable against your thigh.

He finally hooks the waistband of your now-soaked panties, slowly sliding them down your legs. His weight comforts you as he nuzzles against your neck again, taking in your honey-scented skin.

"I can't get enough of you, sweetheart. Would you believe me if I said that I was obsessed with you?"

He finally leans up, meeting your eyes. There's no playfulness in them anymore; it's now replaced with sincerity. Honestly. A hungry type of love that only he can give you.

"I love you, Michael."

He kisses you once more before sitting up to pull down the waistband. of his pants — and boxers — to his knees. He shifts, positioning himself at your entrance. The tip of his dick presses against you, slick with your combined arousal as precum leaks from his tip.

"Is this okay, sweetheart? You tell me if it's too much, understand?"

You can only nod, your voice to the overwhelming sensation of his gentle dominance as he slides in slowly. Inch by agonizing inch, his breath gets heavier. Chest heaving at the feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole.

"That's my girl. Just relax for me."

He fills you completely, a perfect stretching fit that makes you keen. His rhythm starts slow, a deep, rolling grind that feels more like making love than just fucking.

"You take me so well. So perfect." He whispers against your ear, voice breaking slightly with every thrust.

His pace gradually quickens, each thrust hitting your g-spot. God, does it make you see stars, and your orgasm creep in sooner than you would like it to.

His breathing grows ragged in your ear as he chases his own release.

"Fuck — come with me, baby. Let go."

The climax washes over you simultaneously, a shared, shuddering orgasm that leaves you clinging to him. He collapses against you, his weight a comforting warmth as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"You don't do this with any of your other dance partners... right?"

He lets out a breathy laugh. "No, I don't dirty dance. Unless it's with you."

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HELLO I LOVE UR MICHEAL JACKSON FANFICS RAHHH!!!

I have a fanfic request tho. So imagine reader lets Michael “practice” on how to go down on a girl and one thing leads to another…

Idk how to write it out but I basically just want a smut 😭😭 anyways thank you!!

t/w: smut, 18+ mdni, oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, creampie, squirting, inexperienced michael (between off the wall/thriller era) i fear i always have to add plot to the p!rn sorry

statement on ai

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You kept catching him looking at you.

Michael’s eyes would flick away quickly, acting like nothing was amiss. Which, technically, nothing was. The two of you were sitting on the floor leaning against his bed while watching a movie, a typical Sunday night in the Jackson household when things got calm for a rare moment.

You had thought he sounded a little off when he had called you to come over, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what.

Nervous didn’t really feel like the right word. Perhaps because you couldn’t think of a single reason why he would be. That very small and delusional voice in the back of your head whispered he was going to confess his feelings for you— but that would be insane.

The two of you had been friends for a while now after getting introduced to each other by a few mutual people and you had clicked.

It was easy, being around him. He probably had the same sentiments considering he still called you to hang out whenever he got a moment of down time.

When you caught him looking at you again, you decided to bite the bullet and nudge his knee with yours.

“You okay?”

“What? Yeah, fine.” He rushed. A little too quickly, in your opinion.

Your eyes narrowed. “Michael.”

His eyes slated to look at you for a moment, attempting to keep up the facade, but something in your expression made him cave.

With a sigh, he lowered the volume on the movie and turned toward you, suddenly beat red in the face and your mind was running a million miles an hour.

“I have a question,” he slowly started. Wringing his hands in his lap and suddenly not looking at you at all even though earlier he couldn’t seem to help himself.

Your eyes flicked over him, trying to get a read on what could possibly be going on but you came up blank. “Okay.”

“I…” Michael blew some air out of his mouth and suddenly laughed while looking at the ceiling. “God, this is crazy. Okay, so I, I uh… I need help with something.”

Your brows furrowed. “Okay?”

“It’s complicated and probably crossing some sort of line… and it’s also completely okay if you say no. I just want you to know first that this is in no way me trying to take advantage or trying to ruin anything. And I want you to know that I’m asking because I trust you and feel safe with you and I feel like you also feel the same way. I mean, I hope you do.” You could tell he just wanted to spit it out but looked as though he would vomit if he tried to before he was ready.

Leaning over to grab his hands, half in comfort and half to get him to stop twisting his fingers around, you gave his hands a supportive squeeze. “I do. And whatever you need help with, just know there is no judgement.”

He raised a brow at you, unsure. “None?”

“None whatsoever.”

Michael didn’t seem convinced so you held up your hand, “pinky promise.”

That got him to laugh a little bit, just a small amount of tension easing out of his shoulders as he locked pinkies with you to seal the deal.

He then let out a slow breath, eyes dancing back up to the ceiling as if in a silent prayer before he looked back at you. When his teeth sunk into his bottom lip for a moment you couldn’t help but look.

“I need to know how to go down a girl.”

You blinked.

“Pardon?”

He then covered his face with his hands, clearly embarrassed. “I knew I shouldn't have—“

“No, no, it’s just I wasn’t… I don’t know what I was expecting.” You pulled his hands from his face, your own cheeks their own deep shade of red. “It’s just, I mean— why me? What do you need to know? Do you want a bullet point list or a diagram—“

“I tried all that.”

“On a girl?” It slipped out before you thought better of it. Your envious curiosity being your downfall. You had absolutely no desire to hear about other girls he might’ve been with.

“No, the lists and diagrams, they just didn’t seem informative enough.” He said it slowly and wasn’t looking at you again.

It took an embarrassingly long moment for you to realize to what scale he was asking you to help him.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You hummed, leaning back on your palms as your mind and heart tried to get each other to calm down. “I see.”

Seconds ticked by. All you could hear was your heartbeat and Michael started going a little blurry at the edges of your vision as flashes of dreams you’ve had flicked through your mind.

Dreams one definitely should not have about their friend.

“So?”

You crossed your legs, wishing for those things in your head to go away but then panic started bubbling up in your chest. “I mean… yes? Sure, but do you mean now?”

“No no no, there’s not really a timeline. Whenever you’re ready and comfortable. Are you positive this is okay?”

More than okay, actually. “Of course, just… helping a friend out.”

He laughed as he looked down, “right.”

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Well, fuck.

As soon as he shut the car door for you and it disappeared down the driveway, he felt like he could finally breathe again.

He felt like he had been on the brink of passing out the last two hours.

In all honesty, he was surprised he had even gotten the words out.

The idea had popped into his head a while ago, something he was ashamed but also intrigued by. He just heard things, stuff around him being discussed that piqued his interest. And then someone would ask him about his experience and he’d draw up a blank.

Even though he’s only in his twenties and lived a life worth a thousand lifetimes— he still fell short on some experiences. Mostly interpersonal or intimate.

There was also that little chirp in his head that said gaining more experience in that area would improve his song writing.

Always a working man, apparently.

And like Michael said, he had tried other avenues. Buying sex education books, published articles, magazines… but it was all too structured. Inorganic. Academic and cold.

He wanted more of a human touch, but given who he was it couldn’t just be anyone. And late one night, staring up at the ceiling as moonlight danced across his room, he thought of you.

He immediately felt ashamed about it. You were his friend, he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. Although yes, he has admittedly found you attractive, he said he’d never go there.

But once his mind found a little footing on an idea, he couldn’t drop it.

Then the dreams started and that became a whole other hell.

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Six days had passed.

Six days of feeling like you weren’t able to breathe.

You didn’t want to admit the amount of money you dropped on getting ready for this.

For Michael Jackson to eat you out.

God, you were going to faint.

You’d been waxed, showered, body oils, your nails done, a new pair of lace panties, the whole package really. Part of you felt like it was all over kill but it was Michael fucking Jackson.

You wanted it, you, to be perfect.

And although he was the biggest star in the world, you didn’t want him to feel intimidated. Intimacy was a new field entirely and he seemed anxious enough asking you.

So you stuck with an outfit that was simple but still a little spiced up. A cute skirt and a nice top that made the girls look nice. Your hair was done up in a messy sort of up do— he had complimented it when it was like this a few weeks ago.

And to top it all off a pair of heels.

He had called you the day before, telling you to knock on the door of the studio when you got there, not wanting his family to come snooping.

So you stilled your breath, heels clicking on the ground as you neared the door.

“I can do this.”

And you knocked.

Mere heartbeats passed before you heard the lock click and the door opened.

You smiled, trying not to come off as shy as you felt when your eyes met his.

“Hi, Michael.”

He seemed slightly taken off guard, clearing his throat after a moment. “Hey.”

You felt like you were in high school all over again.

“So, where are we doing this?” You cringed at your wording.

“Right.” He was blushing again as he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. “Follow me.”

Michael sneaking you through his house provided enough of an entertaining distraction to let you relax a bit. You were just helping him out. There were no stakes. No strings. Even if you wanted there to be.

The door to his room shut softly behind him and you watched in amusement as he slowly and quietly turned the lock.

“Hopefully it’s late enough so no one will bother us.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, maybe just put on some music.”

“Right, good idea.”

He looked adorable as his eyes briefly flicked to yours before looking away as he began to shuffle though his records.

“You look beautiful, by the way.”

You were going to melt through the floor. “Thank you.”

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He watched you, quite intently, as you sat on the edge of his bed. Back straight and hands placed neatly in your lap.

You looked like an angel.

Your eyes were on his before flicking down briefly, messing with a bracelet you had on. “So, what do you already know? Just so I have an idea.”

He felt heat pool into his cheeks, briefly glancing at the ceiling before clearing his throat. He felt more nervous now than he did performing in front of thousands of people.

“Basics, I suppose. With oral sex for women, I’m mainly supposed to focus on the… the uh, y’know.” God, he felt aware of all of his bones. If he couldn’t even say it, how was he supposed to do it. To you.

You smiled at him, though not in any teasing way to make him retreat. “It’s funny, with stuff like this. Doing it is usually less intimidating than talking about it.”

Michael nodded, rubbing at the nape of his neck as he rolled a question around in his mind. One he couldn’t help but be curious about while also dreading to hear your answer.

But he couldn’t help it.

“Have you done this before?”

You blinked at him.

“You don’t have to answer that, I was just curious—“

“A few times. I mean, I wasn’t showing someone how to do it, like now. And they were alright, it helped me find out what I like, which is what I’ll tell you.”

Michael nodded. A little annoyed that other people had had the privilege but he decided not to dwell on the fact for now or come to terms for what that meant for him.

Your nails tapped a rhythm into your leg. “So, whenever you’re ready—“

“Can we play a game first? Just to, y’know, calm the nerves?”

Twenty minutes later the two of you were tangled up on a Twister mat. Laughing as one had to stretch uncomfortably and almost fall over.

The momentary distraction did help ease his nerves but it definitely made something else more apparent.

Your skirt was incredibly short.

You barely had to bend over for him to start seeing the subtle curve of your ass cheek meet your thigh. That sight alone was inticing… and then he saw the lace of your underwear.

Fuck me, was a statement that had been running through his mind. He tried not to look, really he did. But the thin lace was right there and not leaving much to the imagination, and then he’d remember what exactly you were here for.

Michael knew his composure was steadily unraveling and when you bent over again for your turn he cleared his throat.

“I think I’m ready.”

You stood up, brows raised slightly in surprise at his sudden statement, rouge bleeding into your cheeks.

“Okay, come here.”

And then your fingers laced with his as you walked back to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it and he was about to join you but you stopped him with your fingers hooked into his belt loops.

He looked down at you, that sight alone— that low voice in the back of his head wondering how lovely you’d look with his cock in your mouth right now…

What had gotten into him?

“Kneel.”

One word. That’s all it took, and he did as told.

Lowering to his knees in front of you, eyes on yours because he suddenly discovered he couldn’t— didn’t want to look anywhere else.

You held his gaze and you took his hands, bringing them to your knees. He got the hint, gently spreading them wider so he could slot between them easily.

Then you were laying down, his own eyes flicking lower and he could see the lace.

Really, your skirt was a pathetic excuse for a piece of sufficient clothing. Not that he minded given the circumstances.

Then his hands were dancing up, fingers dragging along your thighs and watching as goosebumps followed in the wake of his touch.

He was pushing your skirt up around your waist and when he finally got to see your underwear entirely he felt his heart skip a beat.

The bow at the top was adorable.

And you were right there… legs spread and only a thin piece of cloth hiding you away.

“Should I—“ he cleared his throat, given the words came out more hoarse than he intended. “Should I take these off?” His fingers looped on the string but you grabbed his wrist.

“Not yet.” Then you dragged his hand over, right above you and he could feel the heat rolling off you in waves. “The build up is just as important.”

He nodded, taking mental notes while he was still able to focus.

“Like you said, main point to focus on is here.”

His index and middle finger gently pressed down and he saw the muscles in your thighs twitch.

Noted.

Your breath came out a little heavier. “And if you slide down, just there, that’s the entrance. You can tease that through the lace as well.”

His fingers slid down to where you said, feeling the fabric cave in a little bit but that’s not what made him suck in a breath.

You were wet.

The lace already damp with your arousal, for him, and Michael felt the room start to tip slightly. His self restraint starting to lose its balance.

“You can choose to do it with your hands, but given what you— oh.”

He wasn’t thinking straight, or at all, lowering himself with little hesitation and his mouth latched onto your clit through your underwear.

A sound started to slip past your lips but you bit it back when he applied a rolling pressure with his tongue.

He wanted to hear it again.

His ears were ringing but he followed your instructions. Each one coming out in a more labored breath. His hands gripping onto the soft flesh of your thighs as he worked, focused, intent on hearing the way you tried to bite back whimpers.

And then he slid down, tongue teasing the entrance of your pussy as his nose brushed against your clit and you moaned.

It felt like he was hearing the trumpets of heaven and you tasted clean. Erotic. He didn’t know how else to describe it, but you were so fucking wet. Both from your own arousal and his saliva, that the lace was sticking to you like a second skin and he could almost see you. Almost.

And finally finally you told him to move your underwear to the side and when his eyes finally landed on your pussy he groaned before diving back in. Tongue tracing from your clit to your to your cunt and you tasted better than anything he had ever imagined.

Your back arched off the bed, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to hold back a shout.

“I wanna hear you,” he muttered, feeling hazy as his tongue flattened over your clit and his cock was so hard that it hurt.

You cried out, trying to muffle the sound with your hand and he almost missed the way you said his name.

He wanted to hear his name like that from your mouth for the rest of his life.

As if he were starving, his fingers dug into your thighs as he dragged his tongue down and started to fuck you with his tongue and lips and teeth. Being driven even further towards the brink of insanity every time you said more or right there.

Your hands twined into his hair, hips rolling up to meet his mouth and he was determined to make you come. To do it just right.

The thought of you making a mess all over his mouth made his cock twitch in his pants and he was half worried he’d finish right then and there like he was a teenager.

His eyes then flicked up, eyes catching yours and then you flat out moaned his name, the sound coming from your soul it seemed and he felt something in him snap.

Michael didn’t even realize what he was doing, two fingers dragging over your pussy before they slid inside, curving them to your body and you were so soft and fucking warm.

Then his fingers pressed against something textured and you would’ve flown off the bed if he hadn’t secured an arm over your hips.

The sounds in the room dancing just below the volume of the music were lewd. Sinful. Your body being contorted in pleasure as you grinded against his face.

All he could sense was you.

Then your muscles tensed, your head rolling back and God the way his name dripped off your tongue.

“Michael, I’m— I’m…”

And then you came, your pussy tightening in a pulse around his fingers and he could feel your heartbeat on his tongue.

He was lost. Completely.

Not being able to stop himself even as your legs tightened around his head. Not even as you cried it’s too much.

He wanted more like a man who had stumbled across paradise after wandering in the desert for too long.

Just too fucking thirsty.

“Michael.”

Then his lips and chin were suddenly very, very wet.

He blinked as he pulled back, meeting your wide eyes. Watching as your gaze flicked down the wetness covering the lower half of his face and you sucked in a breath.

His mind was short circuiting.

He’d read about when a woman does that, though not super often and Michael hadn’t even let it occur to mind that he could make someone do that.

Make you do that.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t even know I could—“

He felt like his common sense had taken a seat in the back of his mind because next thing he knew he was pushing you back onto the bed, crawling over you and lips crashing into yours. Hips rolling with a mind of their own and that first sensation of warmth and pressure against his cock even through his slacks made him shiver.

It was messy and wonderful. Teeth hitting against each other and tongues sliding in their own dance.

Your hands fumbled with his zipper and then—

“Fuck,” Michael’s face fell into the crook of your neck when he felt your hand wrap around him.

Your hand dragged up along the shaft, thumb swiping against his tip that had been leaking pre-come for who knew how long and he shuddered against you, hips seeking out more as he thrusted into your hand.

He was in such a lust induced haze he felt like the world wasn’t even real anymore. Just you and him and the edge heaven at the tips of his fingers.

It wasn’t enough. Not nearly.

Michael was desperate. His hips rolling in search of more and he accidentally slid the tip of his cock right up along your pussy. Gathering wetness and you were just so fucking warm— he wasn’t thinking. Honestly, he wasn’t.

His mouth met yours again and then his hips lowered, cock sliding in instead of up and he felt whatever willpower he had break.

You felt so fucking good and then you moaned and before the next breath he was in all the way to tne hilt.

His heavy lidded eyes met your own and when he slowly dragged out, watching in fascination as your pupils expanded into pools of ink with your mouth dropped open… who was he to put a stop to this?

So he thrusted back in. Back out. Slow and deliberate and so fucking wonderful.

“You feel like heaven,” his words came out broken, his own moan fracturing his speech.

His name left your lips in a cry, your legs wrapped around his hips and deeper he went. He wanted to go deeper in ways that weren’t physically possible and his eyes flicked down. Seeing the way your pussy took him so well and he didn’t even feel human right now.

Michael’s thrust became harder and his pace quickened into something more erratic and wild, mouth on yours, sloppy and wet and when he felt you tighten around him as you came again he tipped right over the edge with you.

Seeing stars behind his eyes as he came and he couldn’t stop. Something in his soul begging him to keep going. Making sure he got all of it inside of you, not a drop wasted because it really would’ve been such a fucking waste.

After what felt like a daydream finally concluding, Michael collapsed on top of you. Breathing heavy and his heartbeat so loud he felt like he was underwater.

Your arms were still wrapped around him as he settled between your thighs and against your chest, trying to catch your breath.

Your bodies were covered in sweat that made the air a bit cool against the skin and when he shivered, both from the temperature and his body coming down from the shock of pleasure, did it dawn on Michael of what exactly he just did.

God forgive me.

Slowly, he raised himself up on his arms, not being able to help himself as he watched his cock pull out, both of your releases covering him and seeping out of you. It was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen but it wasn’t enough to overshadow the reality of what he’d just done.

“I didn’t mean to—“

“Michael, that was…” you blinked up at the ceiling. Looking fucked out and like an angel in his bed sheets. “Wow.”

He blushed, despite what he just did to you. Michael didn’t regret it, that he was sure of. In fact, he knew he wanted to do it again.

“I think I still need some more practice.” He muttered, leaning down to catch your lips with his and you hummed.

“Agreed. Same time next Sunday?”

He shook his head as he pulled back, teeth catching onto your bottom lip. “I was thinking tomorrow.”

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Omg i would like to request a scenario that i am obsessed with of Wednesday not being able to sleep alone anymore, she tries but just cannot, this being because of an argument that is partly her fault

Sorry Anon that it took a bit longer, hope it is what you wanted! For the other requests, please have some patience with me 🙂‍↕️ it's been a busy week with exams and preparations for a trip

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⚠︎ Minor's DNI

Synopsis: What the ask says

Sleep was an inconvenience.

It was a biological weakness, a nightly surrender of consciousness she tolerated only because she needed edequate energy. She had never needed comfort, routine, or another warm body beside her. The idea itself sounded stupid to her.

Which was why the past four nights had been intolerable.

She lay flat on her back in the bed of Ophelia Hall, eyes fixed on the dark canopy above. Moonlight bled through the half stained-glass window in fractured colors. Thing clicked quietly from his suitcase in the corner, pretending not to notice that she had not closed her eyes for longer than twenty minutes.

Wednesday rolled onto her side. And onto the other. Then onto her back once again, and it was truly pathetic.

She had tried every remedy available as a person who despised remedies. Black tea, some boring book she couldn’t even finish, which was rare enough. Counting the cracks in the ceiling. Even Enid’s revolting suggestion of “rain sounds,” which had only made Wednesday imagine being buried to escape the sound.

Nothing worked for her, because the bed was wrong. It was too cold, too large and too fucking empty.

Her jaw tightened, and she grumbled. This was your fault.

No, partly her fault. Wednesday was many things, but dishonest was not one of them, and again, the argument replayed itself with maddening clarity.

You had accused her, correctly, if she’s honest, of pushing you away whenever something mattered.

She had accused you, incorrectly, for her shame, of being dramatic.

You had said, “You don’t get to hurt people and then hide behind being fucking emotionally constipated.”

She had replied, “And you don’t get to demand access to every part of my mind simply because you’ve occupied my bed.”

You had gone still in the way people did when wounded enough to stop speaking, and then you left.

In truth, Wednesday had expected you to return the next evening, irritated but reasonable, but you did not. Not then, and not the other evenings.

Now she was discovering the grotesque truth that sometime between your late-night intrusions and your tendency to steal half her blanket, her body had adapted to your presence.

She missed the weight of your leg slung carelessly over hers. She missed your breathing evening out the silence. She missed the way your hand searched for her in sleep, finding her wrist, her sleeve, the edge of her palm.

She missed you.

And the word sat in her chest like poison, until Wednesday sat upright abruptly and Thing looked up.

“Do not start,” she said. Thing signed go apologize. “I would rather gargle nails.” He made a rude gesture.

Wednesday glared at him, then swung her legs off the bed, and ten minutes later, she stood outside your dorm room, with her fist hovered near the door.

Unsure, she lowered it. Then lifted it again.

She knocked once, with no answer, so she knocked harder.

The door yanked open.

You stood there in sleep clothes, hair mussed, eyes heavy with exhaustion and immediate annoyance. “What?”

Wednesday took in the sight of you and, absurdly, forgot every sentence she thought about on the way.

You folded your arms. “If you came here to win the argument four days later, I’m going back to bed.”

“I came,” Wednesday said stiffly, “because this has become inefficient.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I have slept a cumulative total of seven hours since you left.”

You stared at her, and really, she hated that she had to continue.

“My room is intolerably silent. The mattress temperature is incorrect. My circadian rhythm has apparently become dependent on your irritating presence.”

Wednesday pressed on, each word dragged from somewhere uncooperative inside her ribs.

“I was cruel, I was defensive,” she said. “Which is not the same as correct.”

You looked at her for a long moment.

“That sounded painful.” “It was abhorrent.” “And?” “And I dislike that you were hurt.”

You leaned against the doorframe. “That still sounds like you’re writing an apology under duress.”

Wednesday’s eyes narrowed. “Must I bleed for it to be accepted?"

“No.” Softer now. “But you do have to mean it.” She stepped closer.

Close enough to see the sleep crease on your cheek. Close enough to smell detergent and warmth and the faint scent that had lingered on her pillow for days.

“I mean it,” she said quietly. “I should not have used your love for me as a weapon simply because I was afraid of needing it.”

Your face changed first, your anger loosening into something wounded and tender all at once.

“That,” you murmured, “was pretty honest.”

“I feel ill.”

You laughed, sudden and helpless, and Wednesday exhaled for what felt like the first time all week.

Then you said, “You really can’t sleep without me?”

She straightened. “Do not become insufferable.”

“Oh my god.” You grinned now, fully awake. “Wednesday Addams is codependent.”

“I will push you down the stairs.”

“You missed me.”

“I missed the blanket distribution.”

“You missed me.”

Wednesday seized the front of your shirt, pulled you forward, and kissed you hard enough to shut you up.

When she drew back, you were smiling against her mouth.

“Come on then,” you said, stepping aside.

Your bed was smaller than hers, somehow warmer too. You slid under the covers and opened an arm without comment.

Wednesday hesitated only a second before fitting herself against your side, nearly instantly, your fingers traced lazily over her wrist.

“There,” you whispered. “Better?”

Wednesday listened to your heartbeat, steady and close. “Yes,” she said into the dark. “Unfortunately.”

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Wednesday x reader first time being intimate? 🙏🙏 and they’re both awkward as hell as expected

I think I made Wednesday too confident but I can't really be bothered I'm sorry Anon 😭😭 tired and high maybe I'll rewrite it

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⚠︎ Minor's DNI

(Aged Up Characters)

Synopsis: What the ask says

Wednesday sat on the edge of her bed, braids draped over her shoulders like usual, fingers drumming an uneven rhythm against the comforter. Her brown eyes were fixed on the floor, her usual blank stare a little more pronounced tonight, like she was bracing herself against an invisible wind. You stood between her thighs, hands resting lightly on her hips, thumbs tracing idle circles.

It was your first time. The air between you both was thick with the kind of awkwardness that only comes from knowing each other well enough to be comfortable, but not well enough to be this comfortable instantly. Wednesday’s throat worked, her fingers curling into the fabric of the comforter as your thumb inched closer to the waistband of her pants.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” you murmured, your voice low and soothing, the kind that made Wednesday’s chest tighten.

Wednesday exhaled through her nose, a sound that almost sounded like a scoff. “I want to.” The words came out rough, like she hadn’t used her voice in days. She swallowed hard, her fingers twitching against the bed. “Just… don’t expect me to be good at it.”

Your smile was soft, understanding. “I don’t expect anything.”

That made Wednesday’s stomach flip. She hated how much she liked that. Hated how much she wanted to be good for you. But she wasn’t about to say that out loud. Instead, she reached for the hem of your shirt, fingers fumbling as she dragged it up, over your head. The fabric pooled on the floor, and Wednesday’s breath hitched at the sight of you. Soft and flushed skin, the dip of your collarbone. You looked like something edible.

Wednesday’s hands found your waist, her touch hesitant but sure as she guided you down onto the bed. You didn’t resist, sinking onto your back with a quiet hum, your fingers tangling in Wednesday’s hair. “You’re staring,” you teased, voice thick.

Wednesday didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. Her gaze was locked on your chest, rising and falling with every breath, the way your nipples pebbled under Wednesday’s attention, or more the lack of it. She licked her lips, her own body thrumming with a need she didn’t know how to name yet.

“Stay like that,” Wednesday ordered, her voice rough. She didn’t wait for a response before shoving your sweatpants down your legs, taking your socks with them. You were bare beneath her, skin flushed, thighs trembling slightly. Wednesday’s mouth watered.

She settled between your legs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. The first swipe of her tongue was slow, simply savoring the salt and sweetness of you. You gasped, your back arching off the bed, fingers twisting in Wednesday’s braids.

“Fuck- Wednesday-”

Wednesday actually moaned against you, the vibration making you shudder. She liked the way your thighs shook around her ears, the way your hips jerked up like you couldn’t help yourself. Wednesday’s hands gripped tighter, her tongue working in slow, deliberate circles, savoring every twitch, every gasp.

She was obsessed. Obsessed with the way your pussy clenched around her tongue, the way your moans turned desperate. Wednesday’s own arousal was a dull ache between her legs, but she ignored it, focused entirely on your pleasure. On the way your back bowed off the bed, on the way your fingers tightened in Wednesday’s braids, pulling just enough to sting.

“Wednesday, please-”

Wednesday pulled back just enough to speak, her breath hot against your skin. “Please what?”

Your eyes were dark, glazed. “Don’t stop.”

Wednesday grinned, sharp and wicked. Then she buried her face between your thighs again, her tongue working faster, her fingers joining in, two of them sinking inside with a wet, obscene sound. You cried out, your hips lifting off the bed, your thighs trembling around Wednesday’s ears.

Wednesday moaned again, the vibration making your legs shake. She could feel your pussy clenching around her fingers, your thighs trembling as you neared your climax. Wednesday’s own arousal was a throbbing ache, but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel you come apart on her tongue, wanted to taste your pleasure, wanted to memorize every gasp, every shudder.

Your back arched off the bed, your thighs locking around Wednesday’s head as you came with a broken cry, your pussy pulsing around Wednesday’s tongue. Wednesday groaned, her fingers still working, drawing out every last tremor of your orgasm.

When you finally collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and breathless, Wednesday didn’t pull away. She licked you one last time, savoring the taste of you, before pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh. You whimpered, your fingers still tangled in Wednesday’s braids.

Wednesday crawled up your body, her own arousal aching, but she ignored it for now. She pressed her forehead to yours, her breath mingling with yours. “Okay?” she asked, her voice rough.

You nodded, your lips curving into a satisfied smile. “More than that.”

Wednesday huffed a quiet laugh, her body thrumming with need. She was far from done with you. Not even close. But for now, she just wanted to lie here, skin to skin, heart to heart, and pretend she wasn’t trembling with the need to be filled.

Your fingers traced lazy patterns down Wednesday’s back, your touch grounding, steady. “Your turn,” you murmured, your voice sleepy and content.

Wednesday swallowed hard, her body tensing. She wasn’t used to this, being cared for, being seen, not like this at least. But your hand slid lower, your fingers teasing the waistband of Wednesday’s pants, and she found herself relaxing, melting into the touch.

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𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻

𝔚. 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔰, 𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔬𝔫!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Wednesday had a stalker— which meant you had one.

Until it turned out to be just a fangirl, with of course dark intentions but not what you thought. It was still creepy. Every time she looked at you with those big wicked eyes you almost got scared and that’s saying something as you’re literally dating Wednesday Addams.

Until not only was Agnes following Wednesday, she had become a fan of yours. Wednesday cares for you, meaning she did. She watched when Wednesday was away from you, she picked up your favorite food and delivered it to you.

“Do you polish your horns?” You look at the red headed mini fan. She had a twinkle in her eyes while her hands were itching to touch your pointy horns.

“Yeah… Sometimes. They need care just like any other part of the body.” You shrug.

“Can I touch them?” She was going to touch them. You didn’t even have time to answer, before a hand grabbed her small wrist.

“If you want to keep your hand, i suggest never trying to touch what is mine.” Wednesday’s appeared out of no where. Her glare was cold and sharp you thought she might actually hurt the poor girl.

But Agnes just giggled and waited until her hand was released. Mumbling something about how cool you too were. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if she had a T-shirt of your faces on it.

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Heart on trial (Reader x Wednesday Addams)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @sweetheartlizzie07, @floatlosers, @vviolynn, @evilcr0ne, @slythetic

Summary: Reader has feelings for her roomie Wednesday. Coming much to a surprise when Wednesday announced of your relationship. Over time you start to feel annoyed with her, fearing it might only be a one-sided love till Wednesday does something to show how much she cares.

It was your whole heart, measured and weighed. Trialed and tested. For loving Wednesday Addams made you crawl all the way.

The bells chimed trice. Bellowing far beyond. A flock of crows departing as it made Enid push herself closer to you. "Must we truly do this at witching hour?" She asked looking nervously around her.

Wednesday paused briefly, turning herself around to Enid. "Why yes of course." Her lips forming a tiny grin as her eyes stared without a blink back. Enid dug her fingers deeper in your arm with a soft yelp. Wednesday's gaze went from her to her grip on you.

Bianca rolled with her eyes at Enid. "It's not that bad if you come to look at it." You spoke trying to lighten up the mood. Sure walking around a graveyard wasn't your top favorite place, but it was necessary. Wednesday spun around sharply, continueing the stroll.

You whispered to Enid to ease her grip on you. With each sound, she squealed and yelped. You tried to put your focus elsewhere. Biting your lip softly when you gazed at Wednesday's back. Taking a soft breath.

You were sure she had no clue as to what she was doing to your heart. You had always admired Wednesday Addams. When you became roommates, it only grew more. Slowly loving her more each day.

"How much further is it?" Bianca called out, making sure to mind her step. The fog swirling around her feet. "Just up ahead." Wednesday answered without a glance. Wednesday stepped between graves till she suddenly stopped.

Head flung back with wide eyes. Knowing what was to come, you shoved Enid off you. Rushing over to Wednesday. Grabbing her firm by her shoulders so she could fall in your embrace.

The impact made you drop through your knees. Falling down on your bottom with Wednesday in your arms. Worriedly you touched her cheek. "Wednesday..." a soft whisper, hoping for a reaction.

Wednesday's body spasmed once, as if reviving herself. Gasping breathlessly, her hand clinging to your school's uniform. Her gaze going towards you. "I caught you." You told her with a teary smile.

"You did." She replied with a new set of eyes. Thinking back of all the times you had caught her. Bianca had helped Enid up, plucking some leaves from her hair. "Next time a warning Y/n." She let out for your abrupt force.

"Sorry..." you said. "When it comes to Wednesday I can't think of anything else." Your gaze slowly lowering to her with a shy smile. Wednesday pulled herself more up by your uniform.

Her breath shocked when her face had come very close to yours. Feeling your hot breath tease her lips. Her wide eyes went from your lips up to your gaze. Remaining there. Bianca clearing her throat made her pull away.

You helped her up by her arm, dusting some leaves off her. "Just up ahead." She pointed out. Glancing back at Enid and Bianca, you hurried up to follow her step. "So aren't you speaking about the vision?"

Leading in her step, you found it odd she didn't. Wednesday glanced to the side. "It would be too gruesome for you." She responded. "Try me." A simple answer, making you bump your hip against hers. Wednesday started to explain her vision in grave details.

You tried to hold back a shiver, but then again nothing suprised you anymore. That you had learned from her. Wednesday motioned with her head at the mausoleum. You all split up to look around.

You neared one of the marble coffins dug in one of the walls. Feeling a sudden presence behind you, made you startle just a tiny bit. Luckily it was only Wednesday. You looked confused back at her as to why she was here.

Surely since you all had decided to search seperately. You noticed she kept lingering by your shoulder. Having a sense she had something to say. Not pressuring her, you remained silent. Keeping your focus on your search.

"Do you like me Y/n?" Her voice let out. Her usual tone of dulness. "Of course, we're friends." You responded without a second thought. Wednesday grabbed your shoulder firm, turning you at her.

"I said do you like... me." The change of her tone subtle. It made you furrow your brows. Then came the slight panic that she wad on to you. "Wednesday I..." you began to stutter out. Struggling and stumbling to form any proper words.

Her sudden grip on your tie made you shut up in an instant. Swallowing nervously when she pulled you up to her nose. "We're together now." She spoke.

Seeing the shock in your eyes made her curl up a tiny smile. "Don't go cheating on me now, Y/n!" Her warning clear and with venom. Nodding vigorously, you wouldn't even dare.

She let go of your tie, making you stumble back. Apparently it was that easy to share her blackening heart. That night you couldn't stop smiling. Not caring for Bianca's lame remarks about your silly smiling.

On the walk back to your dorms, you tried to initiate holding hands. You let the back of your hand brush against hers. Wondering what she would do.

When you wanted to grab it, she swung her arm forwards, pointing out the cresent moon that shimmered gloriously in the dark sky. Feeling slightly silly, you kept your hands to yourself.

That night in your dorm, you stood in the middle of the room. Wanting to say goodnight to her. "Goodnight Wednesday." You spoke, leaning a bit closer to her, leaning in for a kiss.

"Goodnight Y/n." Was her response. A turn on her heels as she crawled into bed. Clearing your throat sheepishly, you scratched the back of your head. Moving to your own bed.

Perhaps it was a bit too soon to be this intimate. After all you had just been together for a few hours. You thought it would settle over time. That she would ease more in with you.

Do what any couple would do, but that never seemed to be any success. You tried everything you knew. Holding hands never lasted longer than a few seconds. Trying to kiss her was always with a lot of effort. A war to even get close to her to initiate the touch before her head would turn or she would be off.

With Wednesday you needed to have quick relfexes and lot's of creativity. Anything to get her attention. When you brought her flowers or gifts her responses were almost always dull. Face unreadable.

Never knowing if she even liked the things you did for her. You didn't like this feeling. No matter how much you crawled for Wednesday Addams, what you received in return was little to nothing.

Not wanting her to leave your heart with bite marks. You hated the new feeling it was creating. Annoyance. You started to get annoyed with her. A one-sided feeling that tested and trialed your heart.

You had given her a knife that she carved in your heart. Wondering if she even truly loved you in return. More and more you started to spend the nights alone.

Avoiding your dorm for a long as you could, for you didn't wanted to be faced with constant dissapointments. Quietly you opened the door to your dorm, hoping Wednesday had already gone to sleep.

Your eyes widened when she turned around in her chair to you. "I almost called for a search party." She spoke, thing appearing from behind her on top of her books. "Sorry." You mumbled out, closing the door behind you.

Avoiding eye contact you made your way over to your bed. "Stop!" She called out loud. Having jumped up from her chair. Stiffly you stopped, obeying her order.

Sensing her approach, you slowly turned around. "Y/n" she began, looking over her shoulder to Thing. Thing moved his fingers, seemingly urging him to continue. Wednesday took a deep breath. Grabbing your hand firm.

Pulling it up to her stomach. Confusingly you watched her straighten your fingers. Her hand gliding over your hand. Feeling the cold metal slip around one of your fingers.

With wide eyes you stared back at her. Her hand moved, allowing you to look upon the black ring having found a way around your finger. Wednesday got on the tips of her toes, pressing a kiss against your cheek. Curling up a smile.

The biggest you had seen her form ever. Wrapping your arms around her, her intentions were clear. Wednesday Addams wasn't easy with love, but once she did it was enough.

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