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🇵🇭 | libra | '96
current hyper fixation: jaafar jackson, jude bellingham and sanzu haruchiyo! most of my stories contains explict content, minors do not interact. you will be blocked. fave genres: dark romance and horror <3 (i barely watch romance and comedy) when i write i always have barbara palvin and taylor hill in mind
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18+ minaxmichael!
despite how cute and sweet they seem, after their first time michael fucks mina rough and dirty—they both seem to enjoy it like that; but the sessions are never short. he makes sure to make it last until she’s trembling from overstimulation-
after a long break or tour is the only time they’re very gentle and patient with one another. michael can’t stand mina being apart from him; it drives him insane. he wants to live in her skin, if he could
michael loves being face to face with mina. he hates when she even turns her head away, it makes something in him snap and grab her chin so they could meet eye to eye once more.
he has a definite breeding kink and a bit of a pregnancy kink around her; it’s the main reason why they have six kids.
lingerie isn’t the thing that turns him on the most. usually it’s her in a sari; sometimes even not wearing a blouse around her chest just to tease him (when they’re alone)—he just loves how domestic she looks in her traditional clothing
michael LOVES squeezing on her body fat. during her pregnancies she thins out, hyperemesis being the main cause; which destroys michael. he would immediately get her back in diet once she’s given birth and would moan and whine until she eats her fill.
they’re just two horny rabbits around each other. her last pregnancy was in her late thirties—which mortified the jackson family at the fact she still decided to have more children after her previous five. (and they still wanted a seventh!)
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next update of break up with your fiancé when 😔
currently in reworks u can read accidents btw 👉👈
i love one direction sm its giving older brother best friend!jude bellingham. let me take some notes in this
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jaafar jackson: business proposal (ongoing) teaser | prologueone | two butterflies 2 a.m. (ongoing) one | two | three wicked games (release date: october 2026) note: this story is very dark please if you're uncomfortable with the warnings do not read and skip this story teaser | prologue
coming down (on going) prologue | one | two one shots | short storiesaccidents w.jude b. | accidents p2 | accidents p3 idk what title this is what you came for | you don't own me
jude bellingham one shots | short stories accidents w. j.jackson. | accidents p2 | accidents p3 about you | morning dew
you message Jaafar asking where he is and about his fiancée, then send him photos and a short video.
you: where tf are you?
you: and where the fuck is your fiancé
jaafar: watching the game. why
you: [photo]
you: [a short clip of you slowly spreading your legs, fingers slipping under the thin fabric of your panties, circling your clit once with a soft breath before stopping. the video ends on a close-up of your wet fingers]
your phone starts ringing almost immediately.
you answer, voice quiet. “hello?”
“are you out of your fucking mind?” you can hear the game still playing somewhere behind him before a door shuts and the sound cuts off.
he must’ve already locked himself in the bathroom. “sending me that shit while i’m sitting next to people? while she’s right there?”
you stay quiet for a second, just breathing into the phone. the guilt sits heavy—your own fiancé is probably still downstairs, thinking you’re just tired—but it never lasts long when jaafar’s voice is in your ear.
“you’re unbelievable,” he mutters. “you need attention that bad? that needy you couldn’t wait until i got home? had to pull this little stunt just so i’d deal with you?”
“i just…,” you say softly.
there’s heat under his irritation, the kind that tells you he’s already hard and pissed about it.
“take your panties off,” he orders. “right now.”
you do it, the soft rustle of fabric clear through the phone.
“open the camera. facetime. i want to see everything.”
the screen switches. his face fills it for a second—jaw tight, eyes dark—before he tilts the phone enough for you to see the outline of his cock straining against his jeans.
“look at you,” he says, almost disgusted with how hard he is. “already soaked just from sending those pictures. desperate little thing.”
you don’t argue. you just look at him through the screen, thighs pressing together slightly.
he leans closer. “spread your legs wider. i want to see how wet you got yourself over me. two fingers. slide them in. slow.”
you push inside yourself with a quiet breath, the wet sound soft but obvious.
“there she is.” his voice drops. “already dripping just from hearing me. curl them. right there. don’t you dare speed up.”
you try to go a little faster without meaning to and he clicks his tongue.
“ah-ah. pull them almost all the way out… then push back in. nice and deep. i want to hear it.”
a small whimper slips out of you before you can stop it.
“louder,” he says. “let me hear how much that needy cunt is missing me.”
your fingers keep working under his instructions—slow, deliberate, the exact pace he wants. every time your breathing gets heavier he pulls you back. it’s embarrassing how quickly he can take you apart when the man you’re supposed to marry barely knows how to touch you.
“rub your clit with your other hand. light. barely touching.”
the light circles make your thighs start to tremble. you press a little harder without thinking and he catches it immediately.
“i said light. don’t be greedy.”
“jaafar…” you breathe, the word coming out soft and a little desperate.
“again,” he orders. “say it while you fuck yourself on those fingers.”
you keep going exactly how he tells you, stopping whenever he says stop, starting again only when he allows it. the teasing stretches on until your legs are shaking and your stomach is tight.
“please…” the word slips out quieter this time, almost like you didn’t mean to say it.
“not yet.” his voice is rough. “keep going. deeper. curl them harder. i want to see your face when it starts to feel too much… but you don’t get to come. understand?”
your eyes flutter and a soft, broken sound leaves your throat. he watches it happen, almost pleased.
“there it is. that little desperate look. you hate how much you need this, don’t you? hate that he can’t make you feel like this.”
you don’t answer. he keeps dragging it out, making you edge yourself over and over while he stays silent except for the occasional low instruction.
your breathing turns uneven. your hips start twitching without permission.
“don’t you fucking dare,” he warns, voice low and sharp. “i said you don’t get to come.”
but you’re too far gone, too needy to listen. your fingers move faster anyway, chasing it even as he curses under his breath on the other end of the line. the pressure builds too quick after being held back for so long. your breath stutters, a quiet “nnh—” slipping out as your hips jerk against your hand.
you come hard, body locking up, a soft shaky moan leaving you as you fall apart on camera still looking at him.
silence stretches for a second.
“you little fucking brat,” he says, voice tight with anger and something darker. “i told you not to. you just couldn’t listen, could you?”
you’re still catching your breath, eyes half-lidded as you look at him through the screen.
“i’m going to punish you when i get back,” he continues, quieter now but more serious. “you won’t like it.”
you let out a short, tired laugh, the sound soft around the edges. “don’t bother.” your voice is steady even though your body is still trembling. “everything between us is over.”
you end the call before he can say anything else.
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Me at 13: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
Me at 17: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
Me at 21: “god I can’t wait to go home and read fanfic”
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YASSSSSSS most of my fics are recycled from my old sanzu and ran fanfics :) HAHAHA
you show up at the villa pool after jaafar’s casual invite, only to find his fiancée was already there.
warnings: smut, cheating
you showed up at the private villa pool like the invite had been meant for just the two of you. jaafar’s text had been short, almost lazy—come swim, the water’s perfect—and you’d packed the tiny black bikini that sat high on your hips, the one he always stared at too long.
you didn’t know she would be there until you stepped through the glass doors and saw her already stretched out on a lounger in a white one-piece, laughing at something one of the guys said. your stomach dropped hard.
you kept your face smooth, smiled when she waved, but inside everything went quiet and sulky, the kind of quiet that sat heavy in your chest and refused to leave.
jaafar was already in the water, wet hair slicked back, arms braced on the edge while he talked to someone. the second you walked out his eyes found you, dragging slow over every inch the way they always did when no one else was supposed to notice. you didn’t look at him long.
you dropped your towel on an empty chair far from her and sat down, legs stretched out, pretending to scroll your phone while the sun started baking your skin.
carlo came over a minute later with a bottle of sunscreen, the same guy who always offered to drive you home after late nights. “you’re gonna burn,” he said, grinning.
without thinking too hard you tilted your head and held the bottle out. “do my back?”
he didn’t hesitate. you turned, gathered your hair over one shoulder, and felt his hands slide the cool lotion across your shoulders, down the line of your spine, over the thin strings of the bikini. his palms were broad and casual, nothing lingering, but you felt the weight of someone watching the whole time.
you didn’t need to look to know it was jaafar.
when you finally glanced toward the water his eyes were locked on carlo’s hands, jaw tight, the easy smile completely gone.
carlo finished with a light pat on your shoulder. “all good.” you thanked him soft and stretched out again, but the air had already shifted.
a minute later jaafar climbed out of the pool, water running down his chest, and walked straight past everyone toward the outdoor shower like he needed space.
you waited until people started drifting toward the kitchen for drinks before you stood and followed him around the side of the villa, where the shower sat half-hidden by tall plants.
he was rinsing off, back to you, when you stepped into the small space. “you’re staring,” you said, voice low.
he turned slow, water still running over his shoulders. “and you’re letting carlo put his hands all over you like it’s nothing.”
“it is nothing.” you crossed your arms. “he was helping. unlike some people who invite their fiancée and forget to mention it.”
his laugh came out short and sharp. “so that’s what this is. you’re sulking because she’s here.”
“i’m not sulking.” you stepped closer, the spray catching the edge of your hip. “i just didn’t know i was third-wheeling today. thought this was supposed to be casual. like we always are.”
“casual.” he repeated the word like it tasted wrong. “you show up in that bikini knowing exactly what it does, then let some other guy rub lotion into your skin while i’m ten feet away. real casual, princess.”
“don’t call me that right now.” your voice went tighter. “you don’t get to be jealous when you’re the one who brought her. when you’re the one who still goes home to her every night. we’re friends with benefits, jaafar. that’s it. you don’t own me.”
he moved fast. one second he was under the water, the next he had you backed against the cool tile wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your waist hard enough to leave a print. water poured over both of you, soaking the black fabric until it clung transparent. “say that again,” he said, voice rough and low. “tell me i don’t own this when i’m the only one who gets to ruin you.”
“you don’t.” you pushed at his chest but didn’t put real force behind it. “you have her. i have my own shit. this is just sex when it’s convenient.”
“bullshit.” his thumb dug into the soft skin above your hipbone. “you think i don’t see the way you look at me when she’s not watching? you think i don’t feel how wet you get the second i touch you? you walk around acting like this is nothing and then you let another man put his hands on what’s mine.”
“not yours.” the words came out sharper than you meant. “and if you’re so fucking bothered, maybe stop inviting me places when she’s around. or better—stop texting me at two in the morning when you’re hard and she’s asleep next to you.”
his eyes flashed. for a second it looked like he might actually walk away. instead he shut the water off with a hard twist of the handle and crowded you tighter against the wall, body dripping onto yours. “you want to fight? fine. but you’re not walking out of here until i remind you exactly what this is.”
you opened your mouth to argue again but his hand was already sliding down, yanking the soaked bikini bottoms to the side. the air hit you and then his fingers did—two of them pushing in without warning, thick and rough, curling just enough to make your knees weaken.
a soft, broken moan slipped out of you before you could stop it.
you tried to bite it back, tried to keep your voice steady and tough, but it still came out shaky. he swallowed the sound with his mouth, kissing you dirty and open, tongue sliding against yours like he was trying to shut you up for good. a low, rough groan left him as he felt how wet you already were.
“still nothing?” he muttered against your lips, working his fingers deeper. “still just convenient?”
you didn’t answer.
your hands were already on his swim trunks, shoving them down enough to free him.
he was hard and heavy in your palm, the size of him making your stomach flip the way it always did. you stroked once, twice, feeling how thick he was, how the head was already slick. he groaned low and pulled his fingers free, then lifted you like you weighed nothing, pinning you to the wall with your legs around his waist. another deep groan rumbled from his chest as your body pressed against his.
the head of him nudged against you, thick and blunt, and then he was pushing in—slow at first, stretching you open inch by thick inch until you were full of him, the burn of it making your head tip back against the tile. a longer, shaky moan spilled from your throat as he sank deeper.
you clenched your jaw, trying to sound tougher than you felt, forcing the next sound to come out lower, almost like a growl, but it still cracked at the end. a rough, low groan slipped from jaafar’s throat as he bottomed out, the sound thick and open. he didn’t give you time to adjust.
once he was buried he started moving, deep and hard, the wet slap of skin loud in the small space, water still dripping from both of you. every thrust dragged against something that made your thighs shake around him, and soft, needy moans kept slipping out of you with every push no matter how hard you tried to keep them down.
he answered each one with a low, gravelly moan of his own, the sound vibrating against your neck.
“look at me,” he ordered, voice rough. you did, and the look in his eyes was pure possession, dark and angry and hungry all at once. “you let someone else touch you and then you come to me soaking. you think i don’t know what you need?”
you tried to speak, tried to keep the edge in your voice, but only a broken moan came out when he snapped his hips harder, driving deeper, the thick length of him stretching you until it felt like he was everywhere. “f-fuck… still don’t own me,” you managed, voice strained and breathless, trying so hard to sound defiant even as another moan tore out right after the words.
he laughed low against your neck, the sound mean and knowing, mixed with another deep groan as he thrust harder.
“there it is. still trying to sound tough while you’re moaning for me.” his hand slid up to your throat, not squeezing, just holding, thumb under your jaw so you couldn’t look away. the other hand gripped your ass, spreading you wider for every filthy thrust. a low, continuous moan left him with every deep push. “keep talking. tell me you’re not mine while you sound like that.”
another moan spilled out of you, higher this time, raw and open, and you hated how soft it sounded. you tried again, voice cracking, “i’m not—ah—yours” but the words dissolved into a longer, shakier moan when he thrust especially deep. he answered with a rough, open-mouthed groan right against your ear.
“that doesn’t sound like nothing. sounds like you need me. look how full you are.” another deep groan spilled from him as he drove in hard.
it was messy—water and spit and the wet sound of him fucking into you over and over, the tile cold against your back while his body stayed burning hot. he leaned in and bit the side of your neck, hard enough to mark, then licked over it while he kept moving, deep and relentless.
a low, continuous groan rumbled from his chest with every deep push. “this is what you come for. me. not some guy with sunscreen.”
your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting skin. every time he bottomed out the stretch made another moan fall from your lips, soft and desperate, the size of him forcing you open wider, the drag of him pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
he kept talking low between his own rough moans—how tight you were, how you clenched like you were trying to keep him inside. the wet sounds and the slap of skin and your continuous, breathless moans filled the small space until it felt thick with it.
he shifted his grip and fucked into you harder, the angle making every thrust hit deeper, the thick length of him dragging against every sensitive place inside you until it started to feel like too much, the pressure building so sharp and constant that your body kept twitching and your moans turned higher, almost frantic.
your head fell forward onto his shoulder and another long, shaky moan spilled out against his skin. “j-jaafar wait—it’s too—ah!” you tried to beg, voice breaking, but he only held you tighter and kept going, loving the way you were falling apart in his arms, the way your tough little front kept cracking with every deep push. a deep, strained groan left him as he felt how tightly you were gripping him.
“already begging?” he murmured, voice rough and pleased, thrusting harder just to pull another broken sound out of you. a low moan slipped from him between the words. “i love watching you try to hold on and then lose it. you’re taking all of me so fucking well.” another rough groan escaped him as he bottomed out again.
you shook your head weakly, another desperate moan ripping out of you as the intensity kept climbing, every thick inch of him stretching and pressing until your thighs trembled harder and you couldn’t stop the soft, pleading sounds.
“please—jaafar—i can’t—it’s too much” the words came out in a breathless rush between moans, half-begging, half-moaning, but he only groaned low and kept moving, deep and relentless, clearly loving every second of watching you come undone. his moans grew rougher, more open, matching the pace of his hips.
he pulled your face back up and kissed you again, messy and open, swallowing every broken sound you made while still murmuring against your mouth, “keep trying to sound mean. makes it better when you break.” another deep groan spilled from him as he drove in hard.
when he came it was with a low, rough groan against your mouth, hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go and stayed there, pulsing thick and hot inside you.
you moaned softly into the kiss, body still trembling around him, the last of your tough front completely gone.
he didn’t pull out right away. he stayed pressed against you, breathing hard, one hand still on your throat like he wasn’t ready to let go, a final quiet moan still leaving his chest.
water dripped from the showerhead onto the both of you. somewhere beyond the plants people were laughing, music playing, her voice carrying faintly.
jaafar’s forehead rested against yours for a second longer, eyes closed, before he finally eased out of you. the loss of him left you aching and full at the same time, a last quiet moan leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness.
he fixed your bikini bottoms with careful fingers, then his own trunks, and looked at you one more time—still angry, still hungry, still not done.
“next time you let someone else put their hands on you,” he said quietly, “i’m not gonna be this nice about it.”
then he walked back out into the sunlight like nothing had happened, leaving you against the wall with the taste of him still in your mouth, the ache of him still deep between your legs, and the echo of your own moans still hanging in the damp air.
part ii
Just wondering if you will make more jude bellingham fics? (Not one shot but like some of your series with jaafar!) i’m still living for bellingham x jackson stories! <333 take your time authornim
yes for jude :) more bellingham x jackson too HAHAHA i think
it was jaafar's birthday and you had to play hide and seek ;)
warnings: smut
the party felt heavier than any birthday you’d ever been to.
black walls. gold candles dripping slow onto dark marble. masks on every face. soft music floating under the low murmur of voices. people in velvet and lace moving like they had all the time in the world. it felt expensive and a little dangerous at the same time. you wore a black lace dress that clung to every curve and a thin white lace mask that made your eyes look soft.
jude kept you close the whole night, fingers laced with yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles like he was quietly reminding everyone you belonged to him.
you didn’t know the two of them had already planned everything.
while you were in the bathroom fixing your lipstick, jude and jaafar stood near the open balcony doors. masks still on. drinks in their hands. the night air was cool against their skin.
jude spoke first, voice low.
“you’re staring again.”
jaafar didn’t look away from the direction you’d gone. “hard not to when she’s walking around looking like that.”
jude took a slow sip of his drink. “she’s happy tonight. i want her to stay that way.”
“i know.”
a long silence stretched between them. then jude’s voice dropped even quieter.
“you want her.”
jaafar’s jaw flexed under the mask. “yeah. i do.”
jude finally turned his head to look at him properly. “then take her. just… be careful. she’s softer than she pretends to be.”
jaafar’s eyes darkened. “and you’re really okay with that?”
jude exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh but not quite. “for tonight. i’m okay with it for tonight. it's your birthday. and don’t keep her too long. i still want her back in my arms before the night ends.”
jaafar nodded once, slow. “understood.”
jude glanced toward the main room, then back at him. “we’ll make it clean. you announce a hide and seek later. everyone will scatter, including her. she’ll get all excited and run off on her own thinking it’s just a game. you find her first. take her somewhere quiet.”
“and you?” jaafar asked.
“i’ll follow,” jude said. “i’ll be in the room. watching. if she calls for me, i want to be there.”
jaafar’s mouth curved slightly under the mask. “so we’re coordinating this.”
“we’re coordinating this,” jude confirmed. “you get what you want. i stay close to her. no one else needs to know.”
jaafar looked at him for a long second, then gave a single nod. “alright. hide and seek it is.”
that was all they needed to say.
later the lights dimmed just enough that the gold candles looked brighter against the black walls, and jaafar’s voice came through the speakers, low and amused, almost playful.
“hide and seek. twenty minutes. if i find you… well.” he didn’t finish the sentence on purpose. soft laughter and a few excited murmurs rippled through the room. almost immediately people started moving—pairs splitting up, heels clicking against marble, masks turning as guests glanced around for the darkest corners and half-hidden doors.
a woman in deep red velvet laughed under her breath and tugged her partner toward the staircase. someone else slipped behind a heavy curtain. the whole party shifted in seconds, the air suddenly full of quiet footsteps and low whispers.
you lit up instantly.
your whole face changed under the white lace mask, eyes going wide, smile stretching so big your cheeks started hurting. you bounced a little on your heels like you couldn’t help it, both hands squeezing jude’s arm as you turned toward him.
“oh my god we’re actually playing,” you whispered, voice all soft and excited as you watched people scatter around you. “look at everyone going. this is so fun. i’m so excited. like—actually excited.”
jude looked down at you and chuckled, the sound warm in his chest even with all the movement happening around you both.
he leaned in close, one hand still resting low on your waist, and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. his lips lingered there for a second longer than necessary while a group of three guests hurried past behind him, already searching for places to disappear.
“go hide somewhere good, baby,” he murmured against your skin.
you giggled, the sound light and happy, and kissed him back—quick and sweet at first, then just a little slower, lips brushing his like you didn’t want to pull away yet.
around you the party kept shifting. more laughter, more footsteps fading down different hallways. someone near the bar counted down under their breath like they were already taking the game seriously.
“you better not cheat,” you whispered against jude’s mouth.
“wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, brushing his nose against yours. his voice dropped softer. “go on. i’ll be right here waiting for you.”
you smiled up at him like he hung the moon.
for a second you just stood there looking at him, heart all warm and stupid, while the rest of the guests kept disappearing into the dark around you.
then you finally turned and ran off into one of the darker hallways, black lace dress fluttering around your thighs, pulse already racing for all the wrong reasons. you passed two masked couples already pressed into alcoves, another guest slipping behind a half-open door. the whole mansion felt like it was holding its breath.
from across the room jaafar watched the whole thing.
the way your face lit up for jude.
the way you bounced on your heels and squeezed his arm like you were the happiest girl in the world while everyone else scattered. the way jude’s hand stayed on your waist even after the kiss, thumb stroking slow circles like he was still claiming you in front of the entire party. something tight and ugly twisted hard in jaafar’s chest. his jaw flexed under the mask.
jude looked up then, just once, and met his eyes across the room.
for a second neither of them moved. then jude gave him a small, quiet nod.
jaafar’s expression didn’t change, but something darker settled behind his eyes. he looked away first, gaze dropping to his drink, but the image stayed burned behind his eyelids—you smiling up at jude like nothing else in the room existed.
you didn’t notice any of it.
you were already disappearing into the dark with the rest of the guests, still smiling.
the room you slipped into was almost completely dark except for the low glow of a few candles. you barely had time to close the door before a strong hand covered your mouth and another locked around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest.
you froze.
then the scent hit you. warm. familiar. dangerous.
jaafar.
heat flooded your cheeks instantly. the memory of those nudes you’d accidentally sent him flashed through your head so hard you almost whimpered against his palm.
“shh,” he murmured against your ear, voice low and rough. “found you.”
he turned you around slow. your white lace mask was still on. his was too. he didn’t take either of them off.
instead he guided you backward until the backs of your knees hit the wide bed.
he sat you down gently, then pulled a soft white lace scarf from his pocket.
the fabric was cool against your skin when he tied it over your eyes, knot neat at the back of your head like he was handling something precious.
“pretty,” he said quietly. “too pretty for this place.”
your wrists came next. more white lace, looped carefully around the headboard so your arms stayed above your head. not tight enough to hurt. just enough that you couldn’t move them no matter how much you tried.
then his mouth was on you.
he didn’t rush. he pushed your dress up and your panties to the side and just… ate. slow at first, tongue flat and wet, dragging up through your folds like he was tasting something he’d been starving for. then deeper. two fingers slid inside while his mouth stayed locked on your clit, sucking in soft, steady pulls that made your thighs shake.
you were already sensitive. already so wet it was almost embarrassing. and he didn’t stop when the first orgasm hit you hard and sudden. he just kept licking through it, fingers still moving, curling, pressing against that spot inside you that made your vision go white behind the blindfold. the pleasure didn’t fade. it kept building, sharper and sharper, until your whole body started trembling and your hips jerked helplessly against his mouth.
“does your god make you feel like this?” jaafar asked against you, voice rough and almost curious. “does he make you shake like this? make you this wet? this desperate?”
you could only whimper. legs trying to close around his head, wrists pulling uselessly against the soft lace.
“answer me.”
“n-no,” you gasped. “no… please…”
from somewhere near the door you heard the soft, wet sound of a hand moving. then jude’s voice, low and a little mean in the way only he could be.
“damn, baby… i never made you sound like that, huh?”
your breath hitched. “j-jude…”
he let out a quiet laugh. “yeah. i’m right here.”
jude stepped closer. you felt his hand slide up your thigh, then higher, fingers brushing where jaafar’s mouth was working you. he didn’t take over completely—he just stayed there, touching, stroking, occasionally leaning in to press a slow kiss against your inner thigh while jaafar kept going. the two of them moved around each other like they’d already decided how this would go. jaafar’s tongue never stopped. jude’s hands never left your skin.
“please…” the word slipped out quiet, almost broken. “please—”
“we’ve got you,” jude murmured against your leg. “just feel it.”
your wrists twisted against the lace. your hips kept rolling up against jaafar’s mouth while jude’s fingers traced soft circles over your stomach, grounding you even as the pleasure kept climbing. soft little sounds kept slipping out of you—quiet please’s and shaky breaths that neither of them seemed willing to let stop.
“jude…” you whispered.
“i’m here,” he answered. “we both are.”
only when your whole body was trembling and your voice had gone soft and wrecked did jaafar climb up over you.
he pushed into you slow while you were still shaking. your tied wrists flexed hard against the lace. the blindfold kept everything dark. every slow thrust felt deeper because you couldn’t see it coming.
he filled you completely and stayed there for a long second, breathing against your neck, before he started moving—steady, deep, the kind of rhythm that made your toes curl.
jude stayed close. you felt his hand on your thigh, then higher, fingers brushing where jaafar was sliding in and out of you.
“look at you,” jaafar muttered against your ear. “taking it so well. still so wet.”
you came again with a quiet, broken sound, walls clamping down around him. he didn’t stop. he just kept moving through it while jude’s voice stayed low and close.
“that’s it… just like that.”
before either of them finished, jaafar slowed. he reached up and carefully untied the white lace from your wrists, then pulled the blindfold free. the sudden return of light made you blink, eyes adjusting to the low candle glow as he pulled out of you.
jude moved in without a word.
he pushed into you slow and deep, filling the space jaafar had just left, and started thrusting with steady, careful rolls of his hips. jaafar stayed close, kneeling higher on the bed, hand wrapped around himself as he watched.
“open,” jaafar said quietly.
you did.
he came across your face a second later—hot, thick stripes landing over your cheeks and lips while jude kept moving inside you. the contrast made your breath catch.
jude’s rhythm broke almost immediately after, and he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a low, strained sound.
you felt every pulse of it, warm and claiming, while jaafar’s release still painted your skin.
for a long moment the three of you stayed like that—jude still inside you, jaafar’s hand resting lightly against your jaw, your face marked and your body full.
the candles kept burning.
and somewhere beyond the door, the rest of the party continued like nothing had happened.
icymi <33
you got married (not in your heads)
warnings: smut
it was raining so hard outside that the venue’s glass windows were practically bleeding streaks of gray, blurring the distant city lights into a smear of gold and amber.
you were standing just past the edge of the hallway, trying to catch your breath, staring down at the heavy silk of your dress like it was made of lead.
then jude was just... there.
he didn't use the back stairs or knock; he just slipped through the side exit like a ghost, soaking wet at the shoulders, his chest heaving under his coat.
the look in his eyes made your stomach drop right into your shoes.
"do you think i have forgotten? you promised that you will marry me." jude asks, anger showing, his voice dropping low enough that it barely carried over the muffled thump of the bass from the reception downstairs.
"jude i am about to marry –"
he didn't let you finish your words.
he kissed you.
it wasn't a sweet, desperate goodbye kiss.
it tasted like cheap whiskey, cold rain, and a desperate kind of fury that had been building up for months in the dark.
his hand came up to cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in the elaborate pins holding your hair up, completely wrecking it.
"fuck that, you're running away with me," he murmurs against your mouth, pulling back just enough to look you dead in the eye, his thumb smudging a streak of mascara under your eye.
you are absolutely insane for not thinking about anything.
he just grabbed your hand and you just went by it, your white heels clicking frantically against the concrete as he hauled you down the service corridor toward the underground parking lot.
the heavy metal door swung shut behind you, cutting off the sound of the string quartet playing your prelude.
"jude, wait, stop—are you out of your mind?" you gasp, stumbling as he pulls you toward his beaten-up sedan parked in the shadows. "my family is literally inside. my mother is probably looking for me right now."
he stops with his hand on the car door handle, turning around to face you, chest still heaving. "let them look. what are they gonna do, arrest us? you think standing up there saying vows to a guy you don't even look at twice is going to fix any of this?"
"it’s not that simple!" your voice cracks, the adrenaline finally catching up to you, making your hands shake. "it’s everything. my entire life is in there, jude. what happens tomorrow? where are we even going to go?"
"i don't care," he says, his voice softening just a fraction, though his grip on your wrist is still tight like he's scared you'll vanish if he lets go. "we'll drive until we hit the coast. we'll figure it out in the morning. just... look at me. do you want this? do you actually want to go back in there?"
you look down at your hand tangled in his, then up at the rain dripping off his dark hair. your chest aches so hard it feels bruised.
you don't answer him with words.
you just yank the heavy veil off your head, let it drop into a puddle on the pavement, and slide into the passenger seat.
"we don't even have a label for fucks sake." you laughed, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.
jude looked at you, his eyes catching the dashboard light, dead serious in a way that made your heart do a stupid little flip. "we'll fucking get married today." he announces, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.
you were taken aback, blinking at him through the dim light of the car. "are you out of your mind?" you asked him.
"no, we don't have a plan yet but we will find our way."
"you're definitely crazy." you laughed.
"crazy for you my love."
three hours later, we somehow ended up at some tiny, tacky chapel off the strip in los angeles.
it wasn't romantic in the traditional sense.
the carpet smelled faintly of old coffee, the air conditioning rattled like it was dying, and the guy marrying you looked half-asleep in a cheap suit. but standing there under the buzzing fluorescent lights with jude, everything else just faded out.
when it was time, jude didn't pull out any cue cards or rehearsed speeches.
he just took both your hands in his, his thumbs rubbing soft circles over your knuckles.
"look," he mumbled, a soft, tired smile breaking across his face. "i know this is a total mess and we're winging the hell out of this. but i promise i'll love you through every stupid mistake, every late night, and every messy day. you're my home, y/n. forever."
you swallowed the lump in your throat, squeezing his hands back. "i promise to keep up with your crazy, to stay by your side even when we have zero clue what we're doing, and to love you until we're old and grey."
the second the sleepy officiant pronounced you’re married, jude didn't even wait for him to finish his sentence. he pulled you in so fast you both stumbled, planting a messy, laughing kiss right on your lips that tasted like cheap chapel air and pure relief.
you let out a real, genuine laugh against his mouth, your hands tangling in his jacket as he spun you around once before pulling you tight against his chest, finally feeling like we actually won.
you barely got the door shut before jude had you against the wall.
his mouth was already on yours, messy and desperate, like he’d been waiting years for this exact second.
the airbnb was tiny and quiet, just the faint smell of clean sheets and whatever lemon stuff they’d used to wipe the counters. streetlight cut across the floor in a soft yellow line.
your dress was still half-unzipped from the car, wrinkled to hell, and his hands shoved it up your thighs without any patience left.
“finally,” he breathed against your lips. “finally fucking mine.”
you laughed into the kiss, fingers already yanking at the wet buttons of his shirt. “we’re married. like, actually married. does that even feel real to you?”
“feels like i’m gonna lose it if i don’t get inside you soon.” he dragged the dress the rest of the way down and let it fall around your heels. then he was on his knees, spinning you so your palms hit the wall. the first long lick between your legs made your whole body jolt.
he made this low sound against you, almost like the taste alone was too much.
“god, look at you.” he turned you around again and pulled you onto the bed. “come here. sit on my face. right now.”
you climbed over him, knees on either side of his head, and the second you lowered down he yanked you closer.
his tongue was greedy, flat, working you open like he’d thought about this a thousand times.
you leaned forward almost on instinct, shoved his pants down, and took him into your mouth at the same time he sucked hard on your clit.
the noise he made went straight through you.
you took him slow at first, tasting salt and skin, feeling his hips twitch every time you went deeper.
his hands gripped your ass, spreading you so he could get his mouth everywhere he wanted.
whenever you pulled off to breathe he chased you, cursing under his breath, hips lifting into the wet heat of your throat.
“don’t stop,” he said, voice rough. “keep going. just like that. want you coming on my tongue while you choke on me.”
you did. thighs shaking, spit running down him as you took him as deep as you could. when you came it was loud and messy, grinding against his mouth while he held you there through it.
he didn’t wait. the second your body stopped pulsing he flipped you onto your stomach, dragged you to the edge of the bed so you were facing the big mirror on the opposite wall, and pushed into you in one long thrust.
your eyes locked on the reflection, flushed face, ruined hair, his hands on your waist and your stomach clenched hard just from looking.
“look,” he said, already moving. “look at us. look how fucking perfect you take me.”
you watched every snap of his hips, the way your body rocked forward, the way his face went tight every time he buried himself all the way.
one hand slid up to rest lightly at your throat, just holding, while the other stayed on your hip so he could pull you back onto him harder.
“married,” he breathed, like the word still surprised him. “you’re my wife. this is mine now. all of it.”
you pushed back to meet him, watching his jaw clench in the mirror, watching the way his eyes never left yours in the glass.
every thrust pulled soft, broken sounds out of you. he leaned over your back, mouth against your ear, still moving deep and steady.
“say it,” he whispered. “say you’re mine.”
“i’m yours,” you managed, watching your own mouth form the words. “i’m your wife. only yours.”
that did it.
his rhythm turned rough and a little frantic, and he came with this low, punched-out sound against your neck, burying himself as deep as he could while his whole body shook.
he stayed there for a long second, still inside you, breathing hard against your skin. one hand kept stroking slow circles over your stomach like he couldn’t stop touching you.
when he finally pulled out it was careful. he turned you over gently, kissed the corner of your mouth, then the other side, then lower….softer now.
“we’re really doing this,” he murmured, half laughing, half stunned. “no more running. no more almost.”
you pulled him down so he was lying over you, warm and sticky and still catching his breath, and pressed your forehead to his.
“no more almost,” you said quietly.
outside the rain had stopped. inside it was just the two of you trying to remember how to breathe.
it was jaafar's birthday and you had to play hide and seek ;)
warnings: smut
the party felt heavier than any birthday you’d ever been to.
black walls. gold candles dripping slow onto dark marble. masks on every face. soft music floating under the low murmur of voices. people in velvet and lace moving like they had all the time in the world. it felt expensive and a little dangerous at the same time. you wore a black lace dress that clung to every curve and a thin white lace mask that made your eyes look soft.
jude kept you close the whole night, fingers laced with yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles like he was quietly reminding everyone you belonged to him.
you didn’t know the two of them had already planned everything.
while you were in the bathroom fixing your lipstick, jude and jaafar stood near the open balcony doors. masks still on. drinks in their hands. the night air was cool against their skin.
jude spoke first, voice low.
“you’re staring again.”
jaafar didn’t look away from the direction you’d gone. “hard not to when she’s walking around looking like that.”
jude took a slow sip of his drink. “she’s happy tonight. i want her to stay that way.”
“i know.”
a long silence stretched between them. then jude’s voice dropped even quieter.
“you want her.”
jaafar’s jaw flexed under the mask. “yeah. i do.”
jude finally turned his head to look at him properly. “then take her. just… be careful. she’s softer than she pretends to be.”
jaafar’s eyes darkened. “and you’re really okay with that?”
jude exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh but not quite. “for tonight. i’m okay with it for tonight. it's your birthday. and don’t keep her too long. i still want her back in my arms before the night ends.”
jaafar nodded once, slow. “understood.”
jude glanced toward the main room, then back at him. “we’ll make it clean. you announce a hide and seek later. everyone will scatter, including her. she’ll get all excited and run off on her own thinking it’s just a game. you find her first. take her somewhere quiet.”
“and you?” jaafar asked.
“i’ll follow,” jude said. “i’ll be in the room. watching. if she calls for me, i want to be there.”
jaafar’s mouth curved slightly under the mask. “so we’re coordinating this.”
“we’re coordinating this,” jude confirmed. “you get what you want. i stay close to her. no one else needs to know.”
jaafar looked at him for a long second, then gave a single nod. “alright. hide and seek it is.”
that was all they needed to say.
later the lights dimmed just enough that the gold candles looked brighter against the black walls, and jaafar’s voice came through the speakers, low and amused, almost playful.
“hide and seek. twenty minutes. if i find you… well.” he didn’t finish the sentence on purpose. soft laughter and a few excited murmurs rippled through the room. almost immediately people started moving—pairs splitting up, heels clicking against marble, masks turning as guests glanced around for the darkest corners and half-hidden doors.
a woman in deep red velvet laughed under her breath and tugged her partner toward the staircase. someone else slipped behind a heavy curtain. the whole party shifted in seconds, the air suddenly full of quiet footsteps and low whispers.
you lit up instantly.
your whole face changed under the white lace mask, eyes going wide, smile stretching so big your cheeks started hurting. you bounced a little on your heels like you couldn’t help it, both hands squeezing jude’s arm as you turned toward him.
“oh my god we’re actually playing,” you whispered, voice all soft and excited as you watched people scatter around you. “look at everyone going. this is so fun. i’m so excited. like—actually excited.”
jude looked down at you and chuckled, the sound warm in his chest even with all the movement happening around you both.
he leaned in close, one hand still resting low on your waist, and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. his lips lingered there for a second longer than necessary while a group of three guests hurried past behind him, already searching for places to disappear.
“go hide somewhere good, baby,” he murmured against your skin.
you giggled, the sound light and happy, and kissed him back—quick and sweet at first, then just a little slower, lips brushing his like you didn’t want to pull away yet.
around you the party kept shifting. more laughter, more footsteps fading down different hallways. someone near the bar counted down under their breath like they were already taking the game seriously.
“you better not cheat,” you whispered against jude’s mouth.
“wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, brushing his nose against yours. his voice dropped softer. “go on. i’ll be right here waiting for you.”
you smiled up at him like he hung the moon.
for a second you just stood there looking at him, heart all warm and stupid, while the rest of the guests kept disappearing into the dark around you.
then you finally turned and ran off into one of the darker hallways, black lace dress fluttering around your thighs, pulse already racing for all the wrong reasons. you passed two masked couples already pressed into alcoves, another guest slipping behind a half-open door. the whole mansion felt like it was holding its breath.
from across the room jaafar watched the whole thing.
the way your face lit up for jude.
the way you bounced on your heels and squeezed his arm like you were the happiest girl in the world while everyone else scattered. the way jude’s hand stayed on your waist even after the kiss, thumb stroking slow circles like he was still claiming you in front of the entire party. something tight and ugly twisted hard in jaafar’s chest. his jaw flexed under the mask.
jude looked up then, just once, and met his eyes across the room.
for a second neither of them moved. then jude gave him a small, quiet nod.
jaafar’s expression didn’t change, but something darker settled behind his eyes. he looked away first, gaze dropping to his drink, but the image stayed burned behind his eyelids—you smiling up at jude like nothing else in the room existed.
you didn’t notice any of it.
you were already disappearing into the dark with the rest of the guests, still smiling.
the room you slipped into was almost completely dark except for the low glow of a few candles. you barely had time to close the door before a strong hand covered your mouth and another locked around your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest.
you froze.
then the scent hit you. warm. familiar. dangerous.
jaafar.
heat flooded your cheeks instantly. the memory of those nudes you’d accidentally sent him flashed through your head so hard you almost whimpered against his palm.
“shh,” he murmured against your ear, voice low and rough. “found you.”
he turned you around slow. your white lace mask was still on. his was too. he didn’t take either of them off.
instead he guided you backward until the backs of your knees hit the wide bed.
he sat you down gently, then pulled a soft white lace scarf from his pocket.
the fabric was cool against your skin when he tied it over your eyes, knot neat at the back of your head like he was handling something precious.
“pretty,” he said quietly. “too pretty for this place.”
your wrists came next. more white lace, looped carefully around the headboard so your arms stayed above your head. not tight enough to hurt. just enough that you couldn’t move them no matter how much you tried.
then his mouth was on you.
he didn’t rush. he pushed your dress up and your panties to the side and just… ate. slow at first, tongue flat and wet, dragging up through your folds like he was tasting something he’d been starving for. then deeper. two fingers slid inside while his mouth stayed locked on your clit, sucking in soft, steady pulls that made your thighs shake.
you were already sensitive. already so wet it was almost embarrassing. and he didn’t stop when the first orgasm hit you hard and sudden. he just kept licking through it, fingers still moving, curling, pressing against that spot inside you that made your vision go white behind the blindfold. the pleasure didn’t fade. it kept building, sharper and sharper, until your whole body started trembling and your hips jerked helplessly against his mouth.
“does your god make you feel like this?” jaafar asked against you, voice rough and almost curious. “does he make you shake like this? make you this wet? this desperate?”
you could only whimper. legs trying to close around his head, wrists pulling uselessly against the soft lace.
“answer me.”
“n-no,” you gasped. “no… please…”
from somewhere near the door you heard the soft, wet sound of a hand moving. then jude’s voice, low and a little mean in the way only he could be.
“damn, baby… i never made you sound like that, huh?”
your breath hitched. “j-jude…”
he let out a quiet laugh. “yeah. i’m right here.”
jude stepped closer. you felt his hand slide up your thigh, then higher, fingers brushing where jaafar’s mouth was working you. he didn’t take over completely—he just stayed there, touching, stroking, occasionally leaning in to press a slow kiss against your inner thigh while jaafar kept going. the two of them moved around each other like they’d already decided how this would go. jaafar’s tongue never stopped. jude’s hands never left your skin.
“please…” the word slipped out quiet, almost broken. “please—”
“we’ve got you,” jude murmured against your leg. “just feel it.”
your wrists twisted against the lace. your hips kept rolling up against jaafar’s mouth while jude’s fingers traced soft circles over your stomach, grounding you even as the pleasure kept climbing. soft little sounds kept slipping out of you—quiet please’s and shaky breaths that neither of them seemed willing to let stop.
“jude…” you whispered.
“i’m here,” he answered. “we both are.”
only when your whole body was trembling and your voice had gone soft and wrecked did jaafar climb up over you.
he pushed into you slow while you were still shaking. your tied wrists flexed hard against the lace. the blindfold kept everything dark. every slow thrust felt deeper because you couldn’t see it coming.
he filled you completely and stayed there for a long second, breathing against your neck, before he started moving—steady, deep, the kind of rhythm that made your toes curl.
jude stayed close. you felt his hand on your thigh, then higher, fingers brushing where jaafar was sliding in and out of you.
“look at you,” jaafar muttered against your ear. “taking it so well. still so wet.”
you came again with a quiet, broken sound, walls clamping down around him. he didn’t stop. he just kept moving through it while jude’s voice stayed low and close.
“that’s it… just like that.”
before either of them finished, jaafar slowed. he reached up and carefully untied the white lace from your wrists, then pulled the blindfold free. the sudden return of light made you blink, eyes adjusting to the low candle glow as he pulled out of you.
jude moved in without a word.
he pushed into you slow and deep, filling the space jaafar had just left, and started thrusting with steady, careful rolls of his hips. jaafar stayed close, kneeling higher on the bed, hand wrapped around himself as he watched.
“open,” jaafar said quietly.
you did.
he came across your face a second later—hot, thick stripes landing over your cheeks and lips while jude kept moving inside you. the contrast made your breath catch.
jude’s rhythm broke almost immediately after, and he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a low, strained sound.
you felt every pulse of it, warm and claiming, while jaafar’s release still painted your skin.
for a long moment the three of you stayed like that—jude still inside you, jaafar’s hand resting lightly against your jaw, your face marked and your body full.
the candles kept burning.
and somewhere beyond the door, the rest of the party continued like nothing had happened.
