JerMac

୧(﹒︠ ̫ ̫̊ ̫﹒︡)୨ Just a black girl who can’t get over Michael Jackson 🙈 18+ 🤷🏾‍♀️

[malepeacock]

『ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉』

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[faiology]

hey mamaaaa i was listening to butterflies by dada mike and i was imaging nerd!jermajesty and reader

you see what im seeing 👀👀👀

you’re three offices away from him in the marketing department, and you have absolutely no idea what you do to him.

every morning, you walk in with your coffee, your braids swinging gently against your shoulders, completely focused on your laptop. you barely look his way.

if he’s lucky, you’ll give him a polite, professional smile when you pass his desk on the way to the printer. that’s it. just a casual acknowledgment that leaves him staring at his screen, his heart hammering against his ribs like it's trying to escape.

jermajesty has never felt like this about anyone. it’s not just a silly little office crush. it’s the way his stomach completely flips upside down the second he hears your laugh from across the room. it’s the way he loses his train of thought during morning meetings because he’s too busy watching how serious you get when you’re pitching an idea. you are so effortlessly captivating, and he is entirely regular.

he spends most of the day recounting the lyrics to butterflies by his uncle michael, thinking about how perfectly those lyrics fit the feelings inside his chest. 

today, he promises himself it will be different. he handles the paperwork for your team’s new project, which means he actually has an excuse to talk to you.

no, he needs to talk to you. after months of deadass yearning for you, he felt as if he was gonna explode if he didn’t say something to you soon like that one saucy santana meme. 

as he walks over to your desk, his hands start to sweat. he literally has to wipe his palms on his slacks before he gets too close.

"hey," he says, his voice coming out a little quieter than he intended.

you look up from your computer, blinking in surprise. for a second, he forgets how to use his words. up close, your eyes are so bright, and you're looking right at him. really looking at him for the first time.

"oh, hey, jermajesty," you say, offering a small, genuine smile. "what's up?"

"i, um, i just brought over the budget approvals for the next quarter," he stammers, holding out the folder. his heart is beating so loud he's convinced you can hear it. he feels incredibly shy under your gaze, his chest tightening with a mix of intense nervousness and crazy hope. "you need to sign the bottom page."

"great, thank you," you say, taking the pen from his hand. your fingers brush against his for a split second, and a literal shock runs up his arm. he feels butterflies erupting in his stomach, all wild and fluttery.

as you sign the paper, he takes a deep breath, trying to summon every ounce of courage he has. this is his shot. he doesn't want to just be the guy three offices down anymore, nor does he want to be your “superior.” he actually doesn’t give a fuck. he just wants a real chance to show you who he is.

you hand the folder back to him, looking up with that same warm smile. "there you go."

"thanks," he says, but he doesn't move. he swallows hard, gripping the folder tightly. "actually... i was wondering... if you aren't doing anything this weekend, would you want to get dinner with me? like, a date?"

the word date hangs in the air, and for a terrifying three seconds, you just stare at him. jermajesty's heart completely stops. he’s ready to apologize, to turn around and run back to his cubicle and never make eye contact again.

but then, the corners of your mouth lift into a real, wide smile. a soft blush creeps up your cheeks, and you close your laptop halfway.

"i would really like that, maj," you say softly.

he blinks, a sudden wave of pure relief and excitement washing over him. the butterflies in his stomach don't go away, but suddenly, they feel amazing.

"yeah?" he asks, a hopeful, boyish grin breaking across his face.

"yes," you laugh gently. "let me give you my number"

ᥫ᭡ fai speaks: the people live for nerdmaj! it’s me btw, im the people lolll #needthat

[kissmyglxck]

YEAH , NEVERMIND. . . 𑣲⋆ (18+)

♯ Jermajesty Jackson x OFmodelgf!reader series m.list

“Mmhmm,” you push at his head. “Maj.” you whine, brows furrowed as you pout.

He hums against your clit, eyes low and full of lust as he looks up at you. “Yeah mama?” He mumbles as he runs his hands over your thighs, giving you a soft and reassuring squeeze.

You moan, letting out a weak cry as your eyes roll back, his tongue steady abusing your slit. “You eat me so good..” you whimper, eyes watering from just how good you felt.

He grins against your pussy, giving it a few kisses before he’s looking at you again. “Yeah baby?” The tone is his voice teasing and low.

You nod, completely dazed. “Yeah..”

He just shakes his head with a smile before diving back in, eating you out like never before.

“Oh m’god,” you mewl, whining loudly as you try to turn your body away from the overwhelming sensation. Your thighs fight to close, legs shaking as Jermajesty holds them down.

“M’so close pa,” you moan, nails running over his head as you bite your lip. He groans against your clit, tongue fucking you even slower. “Gimme that shit bae.”

“Hnnh. .should eat me like this for a video—“

Jermajesty smacks his lips, your little comment instantly throwing him off causing him to shoot up. “Man watch out.” he mutters as he walks around the bed, shaking his head.

You gasp at the lost feeling glaring up at him as he licks his lips and wipes his mouth. “Whattt!” You whine.

“Just threw me all the way off talking about a fucking video. Better play with your pussy or sum.”

“You really gon stop cause I said that?!” You question as you sit up. But you notice him ignoring you. “Bae!” You shout and throw your hands up.

“Yep.” He answers simply, sliding your leg over as he sits in the bed next to you, turning the tv back on.

You frown, looking over at him. “You really hate the idea of filming with me that bad!? Okay I won’t say nothing, just come back.” You whine, pulling at his arm.

“Mm-nn,” he shakes his head and grabs his snacks off the nightstand before beginning to eat them.

You whine, honestly only mad because he stopped munching on you.

“Okay I won’t mention it again, can you just—“ he covers your mouth with a hand, shushing you as you lean back against the pillows, pouting.

He brings a chip to your mouth and you eat it, nearly biting his fingers off as you glare at him.

“You such a buzzkill,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest and forcing yourself to watch the movie as he places a kiss to your cheek.

kissmyglxck — don’t copy my work, ask to translate, & if you recreate anything pls tag me <3

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[dicksapointed]

— LAUNDRY [18+]

[unprotected sex , pervy reader & tito , pet names , caught jorkin it , uhh black reader , not proofread either , thangya]

.ᐟ. .ᐟ. .ᐟ.

TITO HAD BEEN CRASHING AT YOUR PLACE FOR ALMOST A WEEK now. due to the horrible plumping issues in his flat across town, you openly accepted his staying. you two cleared out the your guest room, fixing it up real nice for him to vacate.

every night with tito was one for the books, always old memories being shared to make you belly laugh so hard you nearly threw up, tears streaming down your face as tito only added more things to fuel the fire.

you cooked for him too, something about a home cooked meal and terrible singing as he set the old jackson 5 album on your dusty record player. letting it scratch to life before he busted out in song and dance. you never knew true peace when tito was around. life really was a trip with him.

“tito~” your voice was light and airy, as you unlocked your front door. “i’m home tito!” you announced a little louder this time when your fluffy haired friend wasn’t on his casual spot on the coach. the tv was playing some old black and white flick, turned way too loud. you found the remote not too far from the table and turned it down.

you moved through the small hallways of your flat, pushing each door open until you found him in the guest room. his black jeans pooled around his ankles, underwear stopped just at the bend of his knees. his movements were rushed, small pants leaving his mouth before your name tumbled out like a broken record.

angling yourself better in his cracked door, you noticed his free hand to be holding something that looked way too similar to your panties right under his nose. his other hand fisted his cock faster, thumb dragging slowly over the top as he smeared his precum all over.

you should’ve known tito was up to no good when he kept insisting to do the laundry. always using the excuse that he was a freeloader here and wanted something to do. you didn’t think much of it because of the dynamic you two shared. he made you laugh like real friends do, you never thought there was something underlying to that.

but now as you watched him plant his face in what you were sure to be your panties, you couldn’t help but replay all the times in your head that tito made himself feel more like a lover than friend.

you were reigned right back in when his moans became frantic pleas of your name, his hips bucking wildly before he came, white ribbons covering his fist.

now was as better time as any, you gently pushed the door open, standing before tito with both your hands on your hips.

in his tired estate, he did his best to cover himself, flinging your panties somewhere around the room as you had completely startled him.

tito was quick to say something but you motioned for him to stay quiet. each time he went to apologize or just clear his name, you shook your head. working your scarf from around your neck; dropping it at your boot covered feet, you shrugged your heavy coat off; your button up shirt following, then your jeans until you were in nothing but your undershirt and panties.

“you’re so naughty, tito, bet this is what you wanted all along hm? using my niceness just to use me and my panties?” your emphasis on panties made tito shudder, his hands planting firm into the cushions to prop himself up.

you advanced towards him in little strides that made tito clam up, mouth instantly drying up as you took his chin and jaw in your smaller hand, your grip a bit tight as you guided him to look you in your eyes.

“how long you been sniffing my panties, getting off to my scent, huh?” you lowered down to his height, “be honest baby, i’m not mad.”

“just a few days,” he confessed, lips smooshing up from how hard your grip was. “but don’t act like you don’t do nun of that teasing mess with me too. walkin’ around in nothing but your panties, only your arm shielding you from me.”

he wasn’t wrong. the moment you left that steamy bathroom, all dolled up from your every night shower, steam and a hint of cocoa butter wafting off your brown skin, you really wore nothing but panties. you’d prance around your kitchen with not a care in the world, nipples alert and hard to the world even when tito came to grab something to drink. you never deterred from your mission, pressing your chest to his back as you begged him to play some of his old tunes.

“this ain’t about me tito, this about you and my drawls.” you were stern, eyes holding just a little playfulness in them as you swung a leg over his to straddle him. “you did my laundry so you could huff em’?”

“no.” his voice was firm, eyes hard on yours. “i did your laundry because i’m a gentleman.”

“a gentleman that uses his best friends panties to get off…right,” you trailed, releasing his jaw with just a little jerk of your hand. “kiss me.” your voice was soft even though the demand was meant to come out strong.

tito didn’t care. he cradled your head with a newfound gentleness before his lips were ultimately taking over yours. his free dragged you right to his dick, guiding your hips to roll to the rhythm he created in his head. the kiss lasted what felt like minutes, both of you tearing away for air before you took your undershirt off, throwing it the rest of the piles.

“you’re faulting me but by how wet you are i think you been wantin’ this too, sweetheart.” tito’s grasp was firm around your hips, the way he was guiding you over his cock lazily but threatened to ramp up by the seconds. “just been waitin’ on me to slip up so you can make yo’ move.”

you smirked down at him, your hands coming to rest just above his heart, you pecked his lips, pulling away before you were enticed for another one. this time, tito didn’t let you go, he held you there with big hands. his mouth attacked yours deliciously, his tongue exploring the roof of your mouth with each passing second. you reached between your bodies to pull your panties to the side, not wanting to waste another beat without him.

“shut up and fuck me tito, you’ve always talked so much.” you breathed as tito lifted you with ease. he guided his cock around your folds, your slick coating his hand in the process. you sank down, a hiss leaving your mouth at the stretch he gave.

you took ahold of his biceps, curling your nails into them as you bounced once or twice, trying to get situated. your gummy walls stretched in protest, a sharp pain making you sit still until tito delicately pushed up into you.

this position alone had you feeling everything he had to offer.

after a while you rocked your hips back and forth with his guidance of course. his hand snakes up the sides of your body, bringing them forward to cup your breasts in his hands. his thumbs tweaked your swollen buds before he rolled them between his fingers earning a low moan from you.

your walls clamped tightly around him, the slow drag of you going up and down driving tito closer and closer to his limit.

“you teasin’ me, ion’ like that too much,” the indianan drawl in that deep voice made you do it once again, eyes half lidded as you bit your bottom lip hard. “this ain’t gon’ work.”

he sat straight up, wrapping his arms around your mid section before he flipped you around, your ass straight up in the air as his big hand had you pressed into his pillow.

there was nothing gentle about a man who was edged to his limit.

he rammed into you from behind with such a force your back arched, legs shaking uncontrollably. he gathered the coils covering your face up into a makeshift ponytail, guiding your head back as he fucked into you. his cock dragged against your walls, each stroke a reminder of who not to play with as he went.

“not so tough when you’re being forced to take all of me, stupid girl,” he kissed down your back, each thrust jiggling your ass right against him.

“t-tito,” you whined, trying to match the pace of his thrusts. you needed him to speed up, to fuck you like you needed but now he was teasing you and it was driving you insane. your fingers fisted the sheets, your free hand reaching under your parted legs to rub circles over your clit.

“you gon’ go crazy over me,” his warning fanned against your ear, “i’ll make sure of it. everytime you look at me, i wan’ you to remember me splitting you open like this.”

“tito~” you keened, voice just shrill as he fucked you so slow. “please, please, please.”

his laugh was deep, something almost sinister. “since you asked so nicely.”

he picked up his pace, cock spreading across your g-spot with each movement. his hips rolled into yours at a devilish pace, his hot palm sliding up and down your back before he braced his hand around your shoulder. you bounced back onto him, gushing around his cock as his tip kissed your cervix.

you were figuratively and literally hooting and hollering by the time tito hit his limit. with each roll of his hips he only brung you closer and closer until you were cumming all over him and yourself, spazzing so violently tito resorted to bear hugging you to ground you.

he thrusted slowly again, his own seed shooting white, hot ribbons against your cervix before he slowly pulled out to not cause as much overstimulation.

tito pulled you taught against him, throwing a light blanket from his bed to cover you up. the kiss he pressed to your temple was nothing less of gentlemanly, a gentle reminder that he was there if you needed him.

“so what we telling everyone when you move in,” your voice was light, still riding the high of cloud nine.

“we’ll tell them i’m just really good at doing laundry.”

you both laughed, a deep belly laugh that somehow made your heart ache for him a little more than before.

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a/n : i had to watch so many videos of tito to get his vibe i hope this wasn’t tooooo bad. for my queen, @pr3ttiest-applehead, pls enjoy ❤️

[michaeljpeg]

a familiar stranger

thriller!eramichael! x black!femreader!

.ᐟcontents: fluff, fluff, fluff, slow burn, strangers to something more, mutual pining, subtle flirting, slight awkward tension, lingering glances, black reader implied a bit.

.ᐟsummary: you just moved to encino, and you don’t know where to start off. continuously bumping into a familiar face begins to make things a bit easier.

also, i was thinking about creating a taglist. let me know if you’d want to be added to it.

ever since you moved to califoria, things had been difficult. whether it was the unfamiliar streets, or the dry summer heat that clung to your skin. or the fact that everyone seemed to know somebody, while you knew nobody.

your mother kept insisting that you would settle in eventually. but you weren’t so sure. so whenever the walls of your new house started feeling too small, you’d wander. that afternoon, the sun had driven almost everyone indoors, leaving ventura boulevard unusually still.

you found yourself slipping into a tiny record and thrift shop tucked between two large storefronts, the sign was faded and barely hanging on. a bell chimed softly as you stepped inside. the placed smelled of old vinyl, and dust that had settled over years of forgotten treasures.

there was a radio somewhere behind the counter that crackled faintly, playing a tune that was quiet enough to blend into the air. there wasn’t a customer in sight. you moved between different aisles, lazily flipping through stacks of records out of boredom than interest.

most of the covers looked older than you, but every now and then one caught your eye long enough for you to smile. lost in thought, you reached for a record on the highest shelf. it slipped. “oh-“

you stumbled backwards before you could catch it, bumping into someone. the impact was gentle, enough to make you spin straight in embarrassment. “i’m so sorry,” you blurted, immediately crouching to grab the fallen record.

another hand reached for it at the exact same time. “oh.” you looked up. the first thing you noticed was the way his dark curls framed his forehead. or his big brown eyes, maybe even the black leather jacket that hung loosely over his t-shirt.

he flashed a small smile, he seemed shy. “no, that was all my fault,” he said softly, handing the record back to you. “i wasn’t paying attention.” his voice was gentle. you blinked. “…thanks.” the quiet music in the store seemed to stop, he let out the softest laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i guess we’re both apologizing for the same thing.” despite yourself, you smiled. “i guess we are.” your gaze drifted over him again, this time with a little more attention. there was no way. “hey,” you spoke carefully, almost scared that you’d embarrass yourself.

“aren’t you-“ a knowing smile spread across his face before you could finish. he’d clearly been asked the question many times before. “michael,” he answered quietly. hearing him say that made you even more certain. “…jackson?”

he gave a small nod, his smile turning almost bashful. “that’s me.” you couldn’t help but laugh under your breath. “i knew it. i just… didn’t want to sound crazy if i was wrong.” “you wouldn’t be the first,” he said with a chuckle.

you smiled looking down at the record in your hands. “i just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” when you looked back up, he was just looking at you. then he smiled. “thank you.” you nodded, “well…,” you finally said, “it was nice meeting you.”

“you too.” you smiled one last time before making your way to the register, the bell chiming as you stepped back into the afternoon heat. somehow, california didn’t feel too bad anymore.

after the first few weeks you spent wandering in california, you found some places that were really comfortable. the bookstore became one of your favorite places. it wasn’t like the crowded malls, or the busy sidewalks.

it was quiet, and tucked away just far enough from the main road that most people forgot that it existed. you wandered through the shelves without much of a plan, trialing your fingers over faded spines until you made it to the children’s section.

“what about this one?” the voice made you stop. it sounded familiar. you peaked around the bookshelf, spotting him almost immediately. michael stood feet away, a stack of colorful picture books tucked beneath one arm while another rested open in his hands.

beside him stood the man that you briefly noticed outside the record shop weeks ago, hands folded in front of him as he waited painfully. “i think they’d like that one,” the man said, nodding towards the book. michael studied the book for another second before smiling to himself.

“yeah,” he murmured. “it’s funny.” you couldn’t help but smile. somehow, seeing michael jackson standing in the middle of a children’s aisle, carefully debating picture books, wasn’t what you’d expected. it was nice. you decided not to interrupt, you quietly stepped away from the shelf.

“hey.” your footsteps came to a stop. you turned, finding michael looking directly at you. he smiled, his expression brightening the second your eyes met. “record shop,” he said simply. you laughed. “bookstore.”

“guess we keep finding the same places.” you nodded. “either that,” you smiled. “or california is smaller than i thought.” he laughed softly. “maybe a little bit of both.” the man beside him glanced between the two of you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“friend of yours?” michael looked over at him, shaking his head. “not yet,” he said with a quiet laugh. “we’ve just… ran into each other a couple of times.” you smiled. “apparently we have a habit of doing that.” “well,”the man introduced himself, extending a hand. “i’m bill.”

you returned the handshake, introducing yourself in return. “nice to finally put a name to the face,” bill said. “same here.” michael repeated your name quietly, almost to himself. “that’s a pretty name.” heat crept into your cheeks. “thank you.”

your eyes drifted to the stack of books tucked beneath his arm. “that’s quite a collection.” he glanced down, smiling as though he’d almost forgotten he was carrying them. “i’m trying to decide which ones to take.” “for?” “i’m visiting a children’s hospital this afternoon.”

he ran a thumb over the cover of the book in his hands. “i like reading to the kids whenever i can.” your expression softened. “that’s really sweet.” he shrugged, a little bashful. “i just hope they like the stories.” you stepped closer to the shelf, scanning the colorful covers. “can i make a recommendation?” michael looked up.

sunlight spilled through the windows, catching the warm brown of your skin as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. michael glanced away almost as quickly as he’d looked, clearing his throat before speaking again. “please.”

the next time you ran into michael, it was entirely by chance. it had been nearly three weeks since you last saw him at the bookstore. life had slowly settled into something that almost resembled routine. california still didn’t quite feel like home, but it was starting to feel familiar.

saturday mornings were your favorite. the farmers market stretched for blocks, filled with the scent of fresh fruit, warm bread, and bouquets of flowers in every color imaginable. you found yourself lingering at one particular stand, carefully brushing your fingertips over bundles of daisies and sunflowers.

“those one’s don’t last very long.” the florist smiled apologetically, pointing toward a nearby bucket. “these will.” you nodded, thanking her before reaching for a bundle of white lilies. “those are pretty.” the voice was soft enough that you almost missed it. you turned.

michael stood on the other side of the flower stand, a small smile already forming on his face. bill stood a few steps behind him, giving the two of you space while pretending to look through another display. your eyes widened slightly. “hi.”“hi,” he repeated, smiling.

for a second, neither of you said anything. then you laughed softly. “this is becoming a little strange.” his smile grew. “what is?” you glanced around at the crowded market, then back at him. “the fact that we keep finding each other.” he looked amused. “i was thinking the same thing.”

your gaze dropped back to the flowers in your hands. “i guess i just have good timing.” your grip on the flowers loosened a bit. “or i do,” he said, a little playfully. you looked back up at him, a small smile forming. “are you always this confident?”

he laughed softly, shaking his head. “not usually.” you tilted your head. “usually?” he nodded, still flashing a sheepish smile. “i’m just saying… we’ve run into each other three times now.” “so that’s enough evidence?” you laughed quietly, turning your attention back to the flowers.

“i’ve always liked these.” michael looked down at the bouquet in your hands. “lilies?” you nodded.“they’re simple, but they stand out.” he smiled at that. “that’s a good way to describe them.” his eyes moved back to the flowers. “my mom likes them.” “really?” he nodded.

“she always says flowers make a place feel warmer.” you smiled softly. “i think she’s right.” for a moment, the two of you just stood there, surrounded by the noise of the market and the people moving around you. “do you come here often?” he asked.

you glanced around. “actually… not really.” his eyebrows lifted slightly. “no?” you shook your head. “i’m still finding places around here. i haven’t been in california for very long.” michael nodded slowly, listening. “really? where did you move from?” you told him, and he smiled.

“that must’ve been a big change.” you laughed softly. “it was. i’m still getting used to everything.” “i understand.” something about the way he said it made you look at him. “you do?” he nodded. “sometimes new places can feel a little strange at first.” you smiled. “yeah. exactly.”

he glanced around the market. “i should probably let you get back to your flowers.” you looked down at the bouquet in your hands. “and you should probably get back to whatever you were doing.” he smiled. neither of you moved right away. it was strange.

three times now, you had run into each other by chance, and somehow saying goodbye felt harder each time. “well…”“well,” you repeated. he laughed softly. “i guess i’ll see you around.”you smiled. “seems like that’s what we do.” “yeah,” he said, looking at you for a moment longer. “i guess it does.”

you watched him walk away, disappearing slowly into the crowd until the familiar curls and the black leather jacket blended in with everyone else. for some reason, you found yourself smiling. it was strange. a few weeks ago, he was just someone you accidentally bumped into in a quiet record shop.

now, somehow, you found yourself hoping you’d see him again. you looked down at the flowers in your hands, a small laugh escaping you before you turned back toward the market.

a few steps away, bill glanced over at him. “you like her.” michael looked over, almost caught off guard. “what?” bill only smiled. “you heard me.” michael looked back toward where you had been standing, the crowd already swallowing you up.

“i just think she’s nice.” bill didn’t respond, and somehow that said enough. because the truth was that michael didn’t know exactly when it happened. somewhere between the record shop and the bookstore, or between conversations, he’d started looking forward to seeing you. and that was new.

the next time you saw michael, it wasn’t as surprising as it used to be. maybe because, by then, he wasn’t just some stranger you’d happened to run into. he was someone you recognized. someone whose laugh you knew.

someone you found yourself looking for in crowded places, even when you told yourself you weren’t. and maybe, without either of you realizing it, the little moments between you had started becoming something more. the conversations lasted longer, and the goodbyes became harder.

and every time you walked away, there was always the same small thought lingering behind. i hope i see him again. except this time, when you stepped into the bookstore, you weren’t expecting anything. you were only there to browse. to lose yourself between the shelves for a while.

but then you heard his voice. “i had a feeling i’d find you here.” you turned, and there he was. michael stood a few feet away, that same soft smile appearing on his face. and somehow, seeing him again felt less like a coincidence and more like something you’d been waiting for.

after spending some time together, the two of you eventually found yourselves standing outside the bookstore, neither one of you in much of a hurry to leave. the quiet conversations had become a familiar feeling by now.

even the lingering goodbyes. the way neither of you seemed ready to be the first one to walk away. you glanced down at the book in your hands, smiling. “i think this is the longest we’ve gone without accidentally running into each other.” michael laughed softly.

“i was thinking the same thing.” you looked back at him. “maybe we’re finally out of coincidences.”a small smile appeared on his face, but he looked away for a moment, almost like he was gathering the courage to say something.

“you know…” he started. you waited. “i was thinking maybe next time, we don’t have to leave it up to chance.” your eyebrows lifted slightly. “what do you mean?” he looked back at you, his smile turning a little shy. “maybe we could go somewhere. just the two of us.”

you stared at him for a second. then a small smile tugged at your lips. “michael…” he tilted his head.“are you asking me out?” a quiet laugh escaped him, and he looked down, almost embarrassed. “i was trying to.”

that made you laugh. “you could’ve just said that.” “i know,” he admitted, smiling. “i just wanted to ask the right way.” something about that made your expression soften. because despite everything the world knew about him, standing there with you, he was just michael.

“then yes,” you said quietly. his smile widened.“yes?” you nodded, “yes.” for once, you wouldn’t have to hope you’d run into him. now you knew you would see him again.

[mikajensen58]

⚠︎ watch yourself

“ in which y/n has an attitude and history!michael addresses it. ”

ᝰ word count: 3.8K

.ᐟ warnings & disclaimers: smut, michael is a divo in this, y/n is a diva and a supermodel, he doesn’t like your outfit, you dgaf, he uninvites you to an event, he comes back and fixes your attitude, soft dom!michael, he masturbates you on his lap, edging, teasing, all reader receiving, he’s so gentle and loving, you both make up, aftercare

✐ a/n: angst coming up yall

─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─

michael stood before the full-length mirror in your shared master bedroom, adjusting the cuffs of his striking black military-style jacket, emblazoned with shining gold hardware and finished with a red arm band. his hair was styled in that sharp, short cut with a few slick wavy curls framing his face. he was stunning.

"baby," he said, turning around to look at you, his large dark eyes scanning your outfit with precision.

"you need to change that outfit. the light color just doesn’t don't coordinate with what i'm wearing." he said in between chews, popping the bubble gum in his mouth.

you snapped your head up from the vanity as you removed a sponge roller from a small bundle of your curls. your glamorous cover shot for baazar hung framed above the vanity; a decision done by michael. he discovered you in the magazine while he was out in new york city and knew he had to get your number.

"there's absolutely nothing wrong with my outfit, michael."

"i'm telling you, the colors clash," he insisted, his voice clipped as his innate perfectionism began taking over.

"it looks tacky standing next to my jacket. we're going to a major event, and everything needs to look right."

that and the incessant smacking were the final straws.

“tacky? you've been gone all day, you come home hours later than you promised, and the first thing you do is stand there chewin’ like a cow and criticize me?" you scoffed rolling your eyes at him. you were already in a sour mood today.

michael’s jaw tightened. he immediately pointed an ivory warning finger directly at you.

"calm down now, please," he said, his voice rising. "you have a nasty attitude today, and i don't care for it at all."

"i wouldn't have an attitude if you actually—"

before you could even finish your sentence, michael took a step closer to you with a piercing glare.

"see? every time i speak, you always try to speak over me. you never just listen."

the condescending tone he would use… god, it pissed you off because he made you feel dumb.

defensively, you crossed your arms tightly over your chest, rolling your eyes and rose from the mahogany vanity stool.

"whatever. just leave me alone, michael."

michael let out a sharp, disbelief-filled scoff, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek. he laughed to himself and then he stepped back, murmuring in a lower, darker tone,

"you oughta be straightened up."

you let that little comment roll off your back. he retracted then, turning back to the mirror with a heavy sigh, smacking away. you loved him, but his stubborn, persistent nature meant that even your private relationship was never shielded from his demands for perfection.

the silence in the room apart from the chewing ended the moment you uncrossed your arms and took a deliberate step forward. purposefully, you marched straight toward the door, your shoulder roughly brushing past his as you attempted to leave the room.

michael found that disrespectful.

before you could even reach the threshold, his fingers shot out with lightning speed. his grip wrapped around your upper arm with just enough pressure. his palm was heavy, hot, and strong as he slowed your momentum to a sudden halt and spun you back around to face him.

"don't you walk away from me when i'm talking to you," he scolded, his breath smelling like cinnamon. his short, slick curls bounced slightly with the sudden movement.

"you are acting so childishly over something so small. i have a massive crowd of people out there waiting for me, the press is going to analyze everything, and i asked you to do one simple thing for me, baby. you know how important this is to me, y/n. you know how i am about my work."

the mention of his public image only fueled the fire of your day-long frustration. as if you aren’t a supermodel. as if you don’t know what it’s like to care about your public image. you reached down, your fingers digging into his wrist as you pried his heavy hand off your arm, breaking his grip.

"boy, please. i'm not changing.” you said flatly as you looked him dead in the eye, completely ignoring everything he just said.

that was a mistake. ignoring him—treating his words like they meant absolutely nothing—pissed him off further than you had ever seen before.

michael’s mouth parted with his jaw clenching so hard the muscles ticked beneath his sharp jawline. for a long, agonizing three seconds, he just stared at you, his chest heaving silently.

"fine," he mumbled taking a step back.

"you want to be stubborn? you want to have no respect for what i do? then you can stay right here."

you blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "what?"

"you're not coming," michael replied flatly shaking his head. his dismissive tone was louder than any scream. he stepped past you, his leather ankle boots clicking sharply against the floorboards as he walked over to the nightstand to grab his dark circular sunglasses and his watch.

"i'm going to the event alone. if you can't behave like an adult and support me properly, then i'd rather you just stay in this room until you're ready to fix your attitude."

"michael, you can't be serious right now," you stammered scurrying behind him.

he didn't even look back at you as he slipped his sunglasses over his eyes. he adjusted his red armband with a sharp tug. when michael made up his mind, it was like trying to move a brick wall.

"i am completely serious, y/n," he announced, his voice entirely devoid of emotion as he walked toward the door. he paused with his back to you and his shoulders relaxed.

"i'll be back late. we'll finish this conversation when you're ready to listen."

without another word, he stepped out into the hallway, the door shut behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet emptiness of the bedroom.

—

three hours later, around nine o’clock, the front doors of the ranch swung open. michael stepped into the grand foyer excitedly. the event went far better than he anticipated; the reception from the crowd was rapturous, and for a few hours, the high of the stage washed away the bitter taste of the afternoon.

but right after he left you, the atmosphere in the house was different. you were absolutely furious, pacing the length of the master suite and launching into a heated rant to yourself in the empty room. you genuinely couldn't believe he had the nerve to actually leave you behind! you were his fiancée— a household name in the fashion industry at this point—not some backup dancer he could dismiss when his big head got the best of him.

needing to calm your nerves, you had run a scalding hot bath, soaking until the anger simmered. to make your point crystal clear, you decided you weren't going to spend the night in his bed. you grabbed a few things and relocated to the second guest bedroom down the hall, determined not to see his face for the rest of the night.

the moment michael stepped past his security and greeted the evening staff with his usual quiet politeness, he let out a weary sigh, running a hand over his styled black hair as he walked toward the master wing.

when he opened the bedroom door, his smile vanished. you weren't there in your usual spot. in fact, the massive bed was completely made up, undisturbed and cold.

his husband-to-be instincts kicked in. michael began searching the house, his boots clicking with urgency down the quiet hallways. he checked the first guest room—empty. when he pushed open the door to the second guest bedroom, the space was entirely pitch-black, but he could just make out the silhouette of your body lying stubbornly on your side beneath the comforter.

he knew for a fact you weren't asleep at nine o’clock. without a hint of hesitation, his long fingers flicked the wall switch, flooding the room with a harsh, bright light.

you immediately groaned, throwing your arm over your eyes to block out the sudden glare.

"michael, please turn that off and leave," you said, your voice tight, polite. he was already getting right back on your last nerve.

michael completely ignored your request. he closed the door behind him and walked straight over to the edge of the mattress. he reached down and gently but firmly pushed your covered legs back to make space, sitting down right next to your hip. as he settled onto the cushions, his eyes caught sight of a few crumpled tissues resting on the nightstand—evidence of the frustrated tears you cried after the door had slammed earlier.

his stern expression softened just a fraction. he looked down at your back.

"what was wrong with you today, baby? why did you have to act that way before a major event?"

you rolled over onto your back, glaring up at him through narrowed eyes, your arms crossed tightly.

"i'm tired of you being gone all the time, michael. you’re never here, and when you finally do come home, i don't need you standin’ over me telling me what to do or what to wear."

your tone was still sharp and your neck continued to roll when you spoke to him. he did not enjoy the way you spoke or acted when you were upset. michael’s jaw tightened, and he had to actively stop himself from rolling his eyes under his short curls.

"i am working, y/n. it is my job, and i asked for your support—"

before you could cut him off, his patience already left. in one sudden motion, he gripped the edge of the comforter and snatched it completely off your body.

the chilly air of the guest room hit your bare thighs instantly. because of your hot bath, you had changed into a flimsy, butter-yellow breathable nightgown that complemented the rich tone of your skin beautifully. the thin straps barely held the material against your chest.

michael’s eyes darkened as his intrigued gaze scanned the exposed view of your body. with a hesitant, trembling hand, his fingers reached out and slowly lifted the hem of your nightgown up past your hips.

no panties. you were ovulating too.

he let out a heavy, visible gulp, biting his lower lip as his mind went blank.

but he wasn't going to let his arousal strip away the point he was trying to make. he slowly let the fabric drop, his eyes rising to lock onto yours, but he dropped it right above your mound, leaving your bottom half bare before his eyes. a small, almost condescending smirk curled the corner of his lips as he leaned down just an inch closer to your face.

"your attitude needs to be addressed, baby," he murmured.

"are you actin’ up and being so nasty to me just because i haven't touched you in a few days? is that what this is about?"

you scoffed, your face burning at the audacity of his words. you reached down to yank the hem of your gown back over your thighs, but michael’s large hand was quicker, holding your smaller hands in his. the butter-yellow silk bunched around your waist, completely exposing your bare skin to him.

he didn't lean away. instead, his long legs shifted on the edge of the mattress, kneeling over your frame to completely trap you beneath his massive shadow. his eyes were pitch-black now and dilated as he looked down at your flushed, furious face with smug confidence that made your entire body feel like water.

"you're so quiet now," he whispered, his raspy voice brushing hot against your lips as he slowly sank his hips down, letting you all of him pressing directly against your bare, wet pussy. you gasped and almost shot up from the sudden sensation.

“i think i'm right. i think you just missed your fiancé."

—

that’s how you ended up on the couch that sat across from the bed in the guest bedroom with your head lying on the armrest and your legs spread eagle. your nightgown and patterned silk headscarf were discarded on the floor. michael had an arm around your ribs that gave him room to play with your sensitive, erect nipples, and his other arm was supported underneath your warm thigh. at first, he was rubbing your clit so slowly and tenderly. he asked you if you like it and if it feels good with his face a few inches from yours. you nodded eagerly from underneath him with your eyes boring into his larger ones, having already forgotten what you were upset about earlier.

“yeah? you like that?” he asked softly and nodded his head in confirmation and glanced down at the wetness smeared all over your folds and inner thighs that proved you truly did.

he ran his spare fingers through your hair and cupped your cheeks affectionately that made you feel like putty. in contrast to his sweet affection, you felt a hard bulge on your lower back.

but then he started teasing you by running his fingers softly around your pussy but not directly on it. his teeth were sunk in his pink bottom lip for the longest that it would surely leave an indentation. one of his short curls covered his eye. it was a sight to see for sure. he felt like after the attitude you’ve been giving him, he deserved the right to be a little mean to you. plus you were always noticeably wetter whenever he wouldn’t give in to you immediately.

your hips and pelvis kept moving and jerking in different directions from the sensitivity and ticklish sensation. you were letting out soft whimpers and whines that he absolutely adored hearing, which was a sound he mostly heard from teasing you. except, you weren’t in the mood to be teased. you needed him to keep touching you like how he was doing at first. or he could do you one even better and just pound into you. your hole automatically expanded ever so slightly to pour out some more precum.

“michael just touch me!” you whined trying to push his hand down from your slippery inner thigh to right where you wanted. he resisted, keeping his hand on your inner thigh, gripping the flesh so close to your pussy that the pressure caused your hole and folds to stretch open to the right. the feeling of your hole being opened slowly, and the heat of his hand so close to it caused you to moan softly and bring a finger to your lip to keep yourself grounded.

he began massaging the soft flesh, causing you to grind into the air. he shushed you right into your sensitive ear causing your shoulders to shoot up as he began kissing and kitten licking the shell of your hot ear. he had you moving like a worm at this point. his soft, wet tongue painted your ear in his saliva in tiny and light strokes. then his lips gradually moved to pepper your jawline and then your soft neck that smelled so good to him. he dug his nose into the soft skin and sniffed loudly, fluttering his eyes that earned a lazy smile from you.

then his big hand that was starting to irritate your soul hovered right over your beating clit, but he instead traced the skin not even an inch above it causing your muscle to twitch. you tried moving your pelvis up, so his long fingers could touch it, but he pushed your pelvis down gently.

“patience, girl.” he hissed but it fell onto unwilling ears.

you groaned wrapping your arms around his forearm. you looked pleadingly into his eyes.

“just touch me please. i’ll be nice.” you begged nodding desperately at him as you slowly snaked one of your shaky hands from around his arm and placed it on top of his veined one. you carefully lifted his hand up with a little force and stared into his eyes as you drug it down to your needy clit. his eyes were half-lidded and his mouth was ajar now.

the moment his heavy palm met the hyper-sensitive crown of your clit, you inhaled sharply. he didn't give you the slow, circular friction you were begging for; instead, he flattened his long palm against your sodden folds and reddened labia and gave a single heavy press, catching your wetness and pulsing beneath his skin. he dragged his slickened palm upward with an agonizingly slow stroke.

your entire body bucked, your spine arching off his lap as your fingers gripped desperately into the solid muscle of his working forearm. just as the friction began to kindle that familiar spark of a fast-approaching climax, michael stopped abruptly. he pulled his hand away entirely, hovering his glistening fingers just a fraction of an inch above your beating flesh, letting the cool air of the bedroom hit your dripping hole.

"michael, please!" you screamed as a hot flush of irritation painted your chest and neck. you thrashed your hips upward, trying to force your body into contact with his hand, but he let out a low, airy giggle, his doe eyes twinkling with a playful amusement. he loved the madness he was bringing out of you. he shifted his weight, his large hand coming down to grip the flesh of your outer hip, positioning your pelvis firmly back against his bulge so you couldn't chase him.

"i told you to be patient," he whispered shaking his head in pity at your unraveled self beneath him, his voice so smug and unapologetic that it made you want to bite him.

"you're so needy when you're bad, y/n. let me take my time with you." he stroked your hair with his damp hand as you frowned up at him.

he leaned down, his wavy locks brushing against your cheek as he began to pace his touch again, but it was still torturous. he would use the flat of his thumb to trace the very outer perimeter of your labia, dragging your own thick wetness in slow figure-eights around the sensitive peak without actually touching the nerve center itself. your breath was coming in short stutters, your jaw clenching so hard as he deliberately built the pressure in your lower stomach only to deny you the release the second you started to whimper. you were pissed, hot, and bothered now. your hands flew up to wrap around his wrist, trying to physically force his hand to move faster, but he just nipped playfully at your jawline.

finally, seeing the real tears of overstimulation threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes, he used that as his cue to stop toying with you.

"okay, okay, i've got you, baby... no more games," he cooed, his voice dropping into that deep, comforting tone that always made your heart melt.

his large thumb flattened fully over your throbbing clit, and he began to stroke you with a sudden perfectly calibrated speed. the direct friction was so intense after being denied your orgasm over and over again. two of his long fingers that were positioned in a downward v-shape dug and nestled in each side of your wet, gummy inner lips.

he began moving his digits in circular motions as the pads of his fingertips grazed at your throbbing hole. the web space of his fingers kept bumping your erect clit in the best way possible. you let out a high cry, both of your arms immediately locking around his moving forearm like a vice, your nails digging into his skin as you tried to steady yourself against the pleasure rippling throughout your pelvis.

you couldn't stop moving, your hips jerking in involuntary hitches as the orgasm took hold of you. michael didn't lessen the pressure for a single second; he stayed right there with you, alternating with his thumb and fingers driving you deeper into the release, his spare hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head, pulling your face into his neck.

"let go, baby... just let go for me," he coaxed softly, his warm breath fanning across your temple as he stroked your hair with gentle, sweeping motions. you trembled beneath him, your inner thighs shaking against his torso. your hole began convulsing now as he continued to rub your clit through it. strings of cum shot out of you and a little squirt too. your muffled sobs buried straight into the soft skin of his shoulder until the final, lingering throbs of the climax finally began to ease. he gathered the cum that hung and dripped from your sore lips and lapped it off of his soggy fingers and sighed at how good and natural it tasted against his tastebuds.

the moment your body went lax, michael stopped stroking, but he didn't pull away; he kept his large, warm hand resting gently over your sensitive mound, offering a steady heat as your breathing gradually slowed. he reached for a damp washcloth he had prepared earlier, that now went cold, as he carefully and meticulously wiped the sticky wetness from your inner thighs and folds with the gentlest touch imaginable.

you jumped from the coolness of the towel as he mumbled apologies. once you were clean, he pulled you closer into his lap, wrapping his long arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck, swaying you back and forth while whispering how beautiful and perfect you were until you were completely hiding your face in his chest.

he pulled back for a second and looked into your eyes softly.

“baby, i’m sorry for talking to you like that. i know i can be difficult sometime, but i don’t ever want you to think that i don’t care about you or love you.” he began.

“michael it’s—” you started but he shook his head. you went silent to let him finish.

“no, I should’ve worded any requests i have for you a lot better than what i did. you’re my queen. i can’t talk to you that way. i love you so much.” he said apologetically, planting kisses on your shiny forehead. you grinned sheepishly.

“and i’m sorry for havin’ an attitude. you can’t help that you’re busy. i just hate not being able to see you when i want.” you sighed reaching your hand up to cup his jawline. he titled his head in the direction of your warmth as his heart skipped a beat knowing you miss him just as much as he misses you when he’s away.

you both proceeded to spend the rest of the night watching a disney film and eating warm cookies with a shared glass of milk together. he told you to keep your clothes off because he had other plans with you for the reminder of that night. he wanted to make this day up to you in your most favorite way possible, even if it carried on till the break of dawn.

[theonlyonlinefish]

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- He knew he’d gotten in too deep the moment he met you. No matter how many times he told himself to keep his distance, he couldn’t. Instead, he’d absentmindedly rubbed between your thighs while you sat in his lap, arms snaking around his neck, as he smiled to himself before quietly asking, “What am I gonna do with you?”

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who loved getting on his knees to undress you as he kissed your navel repeatedly just to make you shiver before softly caressing your clitoris with his mouth. Gripping your cheeks and smacking them as you whimpered and came inside his mouth

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Treated you like an absolute princess, spoiling you whenever the occasion would arise. Having flowers delivered to your home and often picking your brain for the things you adored so he could secretly order them for you

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Loved the teasing photos you sent him most, especially the ones that revealed just enough to leave the rest to his imagination. His favorites were the prints you had secretly mailed to his house, tucked into picture frames or slipped neatly into wallet-sized sleeves that he kept closer than he would admit. The embarrassment that came over him when he asked you for more because of all the stains the others had acquired

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who loved waking up in bed next to you, tucking your hair behind your ears and caressing your face before having to get up and start his day. Running his hands up your oversized shirt and massaging your thighs to wake you up

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who never liked letting you wander too far, with nothing more than a crook of his finger and a subtle shake of his head, he’d silently call you back. You’d only tease him by lingering a little too long in conversations with one of his bandmates or a guy your own age because you understood the more jealous he became the more he would make you cum

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who taught you more about your body than you would’ve known. Taking his time and making sure you always orgasmed first followed by heavy foreplay. Exposing you to different “sweet spots” on your body. Teaching you the difference between a vaginal and clitoral orgasm, discovering which one you liked better so he could please you

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who learned how much you admired his bad era, so he wore his iconic belt and allowed you to dry hump it until you reached your peak. While he wrapped his hands around your backside for support and left hickies on your chest and breasts. Moaning as he felt your thighs clenching up as you peaked, watching your orgasm spill into his lap

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Not always, but occasionally would come home frustrated after unsuccessful studio sessions and turned to you for relief. Bending you over his desk and taking his frustrations out on you—watching you ooze out a mixture of yourself and his “anger”

ೀ 🍨 ⊹⋆ dbf!michael- Who loved seeing you wear the necklace with his “M” resting against your chest whenever you were riding him. Watching it sway with every movement never failed to steal his attention, a quiet reminder that you were his

A/N: I could literally keep going with this my mind has so many filthy ideas 🙈. Inspired by the wonderful @prettyangeliczz 💋💋💋

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[mikaylajacksonnn]

how it feels to be one of the few people who like when a fic says ‘mama’ or ‘mami’ when everyone else says it’s corny

[mikesfaveater]

ＤＲＵＮＫ ＩＮ ＬＯＶＥ

𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘑. 𝘹 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A/N: just a small blurb of the reader being drunk and wanting to touch her boo.

You didn’t know how you ended up here, you have had 3 shots of tequila and a lemon drop.

You were a lightweight so you were for sure drunk.

You had needed this night out, between work and your family problems you needed something to ease your mind.

Your friends were right on cue, they called you earlier this morning asking if you wanted to go out— of course you said yes.

Jermajesty had told you have as much fun as you want but don’t get too drunk, but that went in one ear and right out the other.

And now look at where you were at, him carrying you out the club, holding all your belongings— plus you.

“i missed you dada mannnn” you dragged out as yall approached the car, jermajesty shook his head with a small smile.

“i miss you more mama” he slid you into the passenger seat before setting your shoes on the floor and your purse next to you.

“unt unt that’s impossible, you can’t miss me more than i missed you” you slurred.

“oh it’s possible baby, i waited all night for you” he reached over buckling your seat belt.

“are you s-sure?, you didn’t have any bitches over while i was out right” you hiccuped as jermajesty closed the door.

“this going to be a long night” he jogged over to the drivers side sliding in.

“You didn’t answer my question, did you have any bitches over while i was gone?” you asked again pointing a finger in his face.

Jermajesty laughed and shook his head no “no pretty, nobody was over while you were gone”

“oh alright then, and you bet not be lying or imma have to ike yo ass” you grumbled taking your finger out his face.

He shook his head before grabbing his phone and unlocking it.

“you wanna listen to music baby?” he asked going to his apple music, you nodded snatching his phone out his hand.

“ouu yesss, let’s listen to jhené aiko my favv” you started to type in her name—well trying to.

It ending up saying “hene iko” which made you frown, tears welled up in your eyes “why isn’t she popping up baby, i swear she’s a real person and im not hallucinating”

Tears now streamed down your face as jermajesty took the phone back seeing you misspelled the name, he wanted to laugh so bad but he knew that would make you cry more.

“baby you just spelled it wrong that’s it, your fine” he said he typed in the right letters.

“so that means i’m dumb and illiterateee” you dragged out once again, a loud sob came from you.

Mind you, yall haven’t left the parking lot.

Jermajesty couldn’t hold back his laugh, he turned his head towards the window and covered his mouth, covering up his laughs the best he can.

You were still was sobbing saying how you didn’t know how he could love someone as dumb as you.

Finally jermajesty calmed you down, your sobs now sniffles as he pressed play on your favorite song “sativa.”

Your head bopped along to the beat as yall finally made your way out the parking lot.

Soon you started feeling the song too much, you wiped your eyes and looked over at your boyfriend.

One hand on the wheel as the other rested on your thigh.

He looked so sexy at the moment, his hair freshly trimmed, his lips plump and his goatee—made you wanna cum right there on the spot.

Your hand found its way to his sweat pants, palming his dick.

Jermajesty looked over at you with a raised eyebrow, “unt unt mama, you’re drunk”

“so? you look so sexy right now, i just wanna lick” you moved your hands up to his waist, sliding it inside his pants.

Jermajesty quickly pulled it out setting it back on your lap.

“babyyyyuhhh, i need your dick nowww” jermajesty shook his head, the ride home wasn’t going fast enough.

“baby no, just sit back and enjoy the ride”

You sucked your teeth, you definitely didn’t listen as your hand went back over to palm him once again.

“(name) no, i’m not saying that shit again” his voice was stern but you still didn’t care.

You repeated your actions from earlier, sliding your hands down into his pants again, this time you actually made it to touch his length.

His breath caught for a moment as he stopped at a red light, he remembered you were not in your right state of mind making him quickly yank your hands out once again.

“Like deadass mama, stop, wait until you sober up” he said looking at into your low eyes.

He then saw your lip form into a pout, he knew he fucked up.

“you don’t love me or something?” you threw your head back onto the head rest.

“all i want is to touch you and love on you but you’re not letting me, i missed you so much tonight” you said in between sobs, now jermajesty felt bad.

His hand grabbed yours putting it back on his lap, which earned a small smile from you.

“you can keep your hands right here, that’s it don’t go any further” he instructed, his voice still stern, you decided to finally listen as you wiped your tears away.

“my baby loves me, my baby love me” you sung moving your head side to side.

Jermajesty looked over and smiled, he really didn’t know what he was going to do with you.

[maturehotgf]

INVINCIBLE

era: mature!

synopsis: you and michael have been working with each other for a couple months now and he tries to convince you every day to give him at least one try while you enjoy torturing him.

warnings: kind of sub!michael teasing begging michael suggestive talk heavy tension! reader is seductive! reader is black!

author’s note: this may be short but i was listening to invincible and i had to write something based off it plus there’s not enough sub mature era fics so but if yall want me to a part 2 let me know because 😁

it's another day in the office and that means it's another day of my boss michael trying to get at me. we have been working for about six months now and it's been good so far but i see it's been even more exciting for him.

"so, have you looked over those documents for me that i gave you yesterday?" michael asked while he's been lingering over my desk for 20 minutes now

i looked up at him from behind my glasses while i was typing on the computer. "yes michael, i brought them to your desk this morning. do you not remember?" i responded while watching him smirk at me.

"actually, i don't. do you mind coming into my office and showing me where you put them?" he asked seductively trying to lure me into his office per usual.

michael has this thing with me where he thinks because he's this hot shot ceo of this music company he thinks it's supposed to have me all over him. something all his last secretaries did of course, which is why they never lasted a week with him.

not me though. once i learned about his attraction to me, i played upon it. i think it's cute watching him do everything he can to impress me. he would do things like buy me coffee and leave it on my desk with a sticky note of his personal number saying just one night ;) or when there's meetings he'll always ask me into his office to fix his tie so he can whisper things like "you smell amazing"

he always thought he was slick but little did he know i was slicker and today might be the day i show him that.

i rolled my eyes and smirked at his request. "of course.'' i replied.

i got up from my desk and followed behind him to his office. once we entered inside he closed the door behind us and locked it. i went over to his desk and seductively bend over trying to open the last drawer and get the documents i know he purposely put there out and put them on his desk.

i smirked knowing the look on his face while he looked at my ass and probably seen under my skirt the type of underwear i had on.

"see something you like?" i asked teasingly knowing he would break at the sight. "u-um y-yeah i mean i don't know what your talking about" he stuttered trying to fix the tie on his suit to distract himself from interaction just now.

i walked over slowly and rubbed my hands slowly up his chest all the way to his tie removing his hands slowly so i can fix his tie for him. "you know exactly what i'm talking about, boss." i smirked as i looked him in his eyes as i see him admiring me.

as he was staring he immediately cleared his throat trying to come back to reality "there's a meeting today for this new artist and i would like for you to do the presentation. " he said trying to ignore the tension that was building up.

i finished fixing his tie and stepped back to his desk to lean on it. i grabbed a pen from his pen holder and put it in between my teeth. "yeah? what time?" i asked very innocently while having a very lustful look in my eyes.

"it's at 3:30" he said walking towards the couch in his office to sit on it. my face dropped "michael, you know i'm off at that time." i said now very disappointed "i know, i know but this is very important for me. you mostly. i've told everybody about your work performance and they are very eager to see you." he said trying to make me feel better.

i sighed trying to find some way to protest against this. "please, for me? i'll make it up to you. anything you want i promise you can have it." he pleaded.

i thought about for a minute and i gave in. not completely but only because i had a plan for this. "okay fine. i'll stay." i said walking over to the couch and i pushed him back into the cushions by lifting my heel onto his chest. "and you said i can ask for anything and you'll give it to me?" i said while watching him literally about to unravel.

"y-yes a-anything." he said trying to really keep his self together. i squinted my eyes "hm, i'll see you at 3:30" i said letting my leg down slowly to proceed leaving the office.

oh this is going to be fun i thought.

3:30 came and i was in the meeting room setting up the presentation as michael entered to sit at the end of the table watching me per usual.

"michael you might as well take a picture if your going to be staring at me all day" i teased as i walked over to sit next to him at the table.

"i want more than a picture" he mumbled thinking he wasn't heard. i giggled. he definitely going to get more than a picture all right.

the artist entered the room and sat down at the table as we started discussing whatever business we had. while i had finish whatever i had to say, michael began to say his part.

as he was talking, i lifted my leg up under the table and started raising my heel his leg. once he felt my leg traveling he started getting very flustered.

"a-and we can rise up to the charts w-with a um- um-" he stuttered as my leg was now at his rock hard member. i started to rub slowly on it while he tried so hard to collect his thoughts.

i smirked and started to take over. "we can rise up with this strategy that we think would go well with the demographic audience listening to your music" i said while i continued to play with him under the table.

"yeah what she said" he said as he put his hands under the table to grab my foot but i kicked it away and started rubbing harder than before.

"wow" he whispered under his breath trying to be not noticeable that he was about to cum in his pants right now. i smirked and continued to explain to the artist.

when it went back to his turn, i dropped my pen under the desk and made my way under to play like i was going to pick it up. once i got under, i made eye contact to his bulge and i started rubbing with my hands then started kissing it in the progress.

"oh my god" he moaned in the middle of his sentence and the artist and their team looked confused. "are you okay mr. jackson?" the artist manager asked very concerned.

"y-yes i'm great" he said trying to continue on the presentation. i smirked hearing him about to break down in the middle of the meeting. i continued doing what i was doing until i finally picked up my pen off the floor to return to my seat.

once i returned to my seat, i grabbed his hand that was under the table and put it under my skirt so he can feel the lace of my underwear and how wet they were. i smiled at him and he looked at me like i was crazy.

i ignored it and made him keep his hand under my skirt while he tried to stay professional as possible during the rest of the meeting.

after what seem liked hours in his mind, the meeting was finally done and we were finally alone. "why did you do all that during the meeting?" he asked immediately after locking the meeting door.

"oh, you said anything i wanted i can have right?" i said teasingly.

he sat down next to me at the table "yes i did but i didn't think that was what you wanted" he said leaning back in the chair. i got up and stood over him between his legs then leaned down where my breasts were basically in his face. "you should start thinking more." i said now basically sucking his neck.

"please." he moaned while he gripped my waist trying to get me to sit on his lap but i didn't budge. i stopped sucking his neck and stood back up straight and smiled.

he whined. "why did you stop? i need you please." he begged. i ignored him and started making my way towards the door.

"see you tomorrow michael." i said now leaving the room to exit the building.

just another day.

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Hey maaa could you please write for jermajesty where they are like returning from a party and the reader and jermajesty got into an argument and make up in the back seat… 😝

fussin and fightin

summary: Jermajesty crosses the line, bragging to his friends about your private bedroom business just to stroke his own ego. the ride home quickly turns into a car blowout but when you pull into the driveway, Jermajesty refuses to let you go to sleep angry and says he’ll make it up to you

contains: usage of ‘y/n’, 18+! mdni ! angst if you squint, arguing, porn with some plot, jermajest talks too much, cunnilingus, unprotected sex,

notes: i really liked writing this one 😚

to be honest you didn’t feel like going out in the first place but it was the monthly family-friend get together so it would’ve looked somewhat suspicious if you didn’t go with Jermajesty

but here you were listening to your boyfriend air out all your sexual business and embarrass you

“listen, y'all don't even know” Jermajesty chuckled, leaning back on the couch with a cup in his hand, completely feeding into the hype of his friends. “one night, I had her screaming my name so loud she couldn't even speak the next morning. voice completely gone”

fhe guys at the table erupted into laughs and hype man adlibs and you sat right next to him with your jaw locked tight…you weren't laughing at all

“i be flipping and folding her however i want, ain’t that right baby” he said rubbing your thigh

you slapped his hand off and before he could even process it, you shot up from the couch stomped toward the front door, leaving him sitting there in the sudden, awkward silence

you pushed through the crowd and left through the front door, the cool night air hitting your face as you marched down the driveway, your chest heaving and face hot with pure rage.

be you, the heavy front door clicked open again. Jermajesty’s hurried footsteps crunched against the pavement as he stood up and followed you outside, trying to close the distance before you hit the main road.

“baby, where are you going?” he called out, his voice a mix of confusion and irritation

“home” you snapped, not even bothering to look back at him as you kept your pace.

“I got the keys, though” he pointed out, jingling the keychain in his hand like that was supposed to make you turn around.

“so? i’ll catch an uber or walk” you fired back, pulling out your phone with a shaky hand, completely serious about leaving his ass on the curb.

realizing you weren't playing, Jermajesty jogged ahead, cutting you off right “man, stop playing with me, get in the car” he muttered, unlocking the doors with the keys.

since you didn't want to make a second scene in the driveway, so you snatched the door open, but instead of climbing into the front, you slammed yourself into the back seat just to put distance between you.

Jermajesty threw his head back in frustration, huffing out a breath before climbing into the back seat right after you, slamming the door shut behind him. the air inside the car instantly turned suffocating.

he turned his whole body toward you, his eyes narrowed. “what is your problem? I was just playing around with the guys, it wasn't even that deep-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP TALKING TO ME” you screamed, your voice echoing in the tight space of the car.

“oh, so you're gonna cuss at me now??” he said as he tightened his jaw

the space in the back seat instantly shrunk, the air thick with the smell of his cologne and the sheer, boiling heat of your anger. Jermajesty leaned in closer, his larger frame invading your space, refusing to let you back down.

“yeah, I’m cussing at you!” you yelled back, shoving his shoulder to push him away from you “because you’re a clown, Jermajesty! A FUCKING CLOWN you sit up there in front of everybody, your family friends, people we gotta see all the time, bragging about what we do behind closed doors? like I’m some kind of prize you pass around to show off to your boys? It’s disgusting!”

“oh, so now I’m disgusting?!” Jermajesty shouted, his voice booming inside he then grabbed the headrest of the front seat, his knuckles turning white as he glared at you. “I was hyping you up! I’m sitting there telling my folks how bad my girl is, and you’re gonna walk out, embarrass me in front of the whole house, and throw a whole tantrum? you made a fucking scene!”

“I made a scene?! you made me look like a joke!” you leaned right back into his face, your chest heaving, tears of absolute frustration stinging the corners of your eyes. “there are lines you don’t cross, but you don't care about that! you just care about your ego! ‘I be flipping and folding her’ are you fucking serious? nigga do you hear yourself? I am your girlfriend, not some bitch you met off the street!”

“don’t do that! don't try to play me like I don't respect you!” Jermajesty yelled bak “I love you, and everybody in that damn house knows it! It was locker room talk, it was a joke! But you always gotta take shit to a ten, always gotta play the victim!”

“because you don't think before you open your mouth!” you screamed, your voice cracking from the strain “you just wanted to look big! you wanted everyone to look at you like you’re the man, and you used me to do it! I didn't even want to come to this stupid ass party anyway! I came for you, and you embarrassed me!” you felt hot tears fall down your cheeks

“I didn't embarrass you, you’re just looking for an excuse to be mad!” he fired right back, his face inches from yours now, his breath hot against your skin. his eyes were wide and locked entirely on yours. “you’ve been turning your nose up all night, and the second I try to show you some affection, you slap my hand off me like I’m a stranger? you don't ever put your hands on me like that in public, y/n never!”

“then don't touch me when you're being a fucking dick head!” you yelled, the words tearing out of your throat.

“man, fuck you!” he snapped, throwing his hands up in the air, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he glared at you

“no, fuck you, Jermajesty!” you screamed right back

the heavy breathless silence in the car stretched so tight it felt like a wire about to snap. Jermajesty stared at you and his jaw working as he tried to swallow his rage. finally, he let out a harsh, defeated laugh, shoved his door open, and stepped out into the night air just to slam it shut again.

you watched through the dark window as he marched to the front of the car, yanked the driver's side door open, and threw himself into the seat.

he didn't say a single word just cranked the engine, threw the car into drive, and took off down the street.

you stayed exactly where you were, pressed against the corner of the backseat. yhe adrenaline that had been fueling your anger suddenly evaporated, leaving behind a cold, heavy ache in your chest. your vision blurred, and before you could stop them, the tears you’d been fighting back finally spilled over. you turned your face toward the window, letting the quiet, shaky sobs wrack your body, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand so he wouldn't hear you from the front. But in the tight space of the car, your muffled cries filled the silence anyway.

yhrough the rearview mirror, Jermajesty’s eyes softened, his grip on the steering wheel loosening just a fraction as he watched you break down. the anger in him was already starting to curdle into heavy regret.

when he finally pulled into the driveway of your house, he cut the engine. the headlights flicked off, plunging the car into darkness. you expected him to get out and storm into the house, but instead, you heard his door open and close, followed immediately by the back door opening.

Jermajesty climbed into the backseat, sliding into the tight space right next to you.

“look at me” he said quietly, his voice completely stripped of the shouting from earlier. you kept your face turned away, staring at the dark house. he reached out, his hand gently catching your chin and turning your face toward him. seeing your tear stained cheeks made his expression crumble.

“we need to talk it out right now” Jermajesty said, his voice dropping to a low to a murmur. “because I know how we are. If we go inside this house right now, we’re just gonna separate, go to different rooms, and go to sleep angry and I can't sleep with you mad at me like this”

he let out a long breath, sliding his hand from your chin to cup your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear.

“I'm sorry, baby. for real” he whispered, looking dead into your eyes. “I was being stupid. I was running my mouth trying to look big in front of the guys, and I didn't think about how it would make you feel. I crossed the line with our private business, and it wasn't cool. I’m sorry I embarrassed you”

he leaned in closer “please don't cry anymore, let me make it up to you, let me fix it.”

you looked at him, your heart softening at the apology, but the sting of the night was still fresh you reached up, weakly pushing at his chest just to keep a little bit of distance between you.

“I'm still mad at you Jermajesty.” you muttered, your voice cracked from crying, your eyes narrowing slightly “you can't just yell at me, disrespect me, and then think a sweet talk is gonna make everything fine”

Jermajesty didn’t back down at your words. If anything, seeing that slight pout on your face and hearing the stubbornness still left in your voice only made him move closer and he knew he had to earn his way back into your good graces, and he was more than willing to use every bit of leverage he had.

“I know you’re still mad” he murmured “and you ave every right to be but you know I can't handle you being distant from me”

before you could protest, he leaned in, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his lips were warm and soft as he pressed a slow, lingering kiss right against your pulse point.

you let out a shaky breath, your hands still resting against his chest, but your grip was loosening. "Jermajesty..."

“baby please” he whispered against your skin, his breath brushing over your collarbone. he slid his lips an inch higher, tracing a path up the sensitive skin of your neck, kissing you repeatedly, each press of his lips deliberate and worshipful. “you look too good tonight to be mad at me… look at how pretty you look…I was tripping earlier, baby. I should've been keeping you all to myself”

he pressed another deep kiss just beneath your jawline, making you gasp softly, before his lips moved up to your earlobe.

“your my girl," he whispered, his teeth lightly catching your ear, sending a sudden spike of heat straight through your body “nobody else's. I'm gonna remind you exactly how much I respect you…let me take care of you right here”

“in the car?” you muttered, your voice losing its battle against the friction of his closeness, your fingers instinctively curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“right here” he breathed, his hand sliding down from your cheek, his fingers trailing a burning path down your throat, over your chest, until his palm rested flat against your waist, pulling you flush against him. “in the back seat. where nobody can interrupt us. let me make you forget about everything else tonight, baby please”

he went back to your neck, his kisses growing hungrier, more urgent, breaking down the last of your defenses until the anger was completely swallowed up by the heavy, intoxicating tension filling the dark car.

he moved with a quiet focus. shifting off the seat, he dropped down into the narrow foot area of the backseat, crowding between the rows. he didn't care about being cramped his eyes were locked entirely on you as his hands found your hips, pulling you forward until you were sitting right on the edge of the leather cushion.

“still trying to play tough with me?” he whispered, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you in the dim light of the car. “I know you're still mad…let's see how long you can keep that attitude”

slowly, deliberately, he moved your clothes out of the way. the cool air of the car hit your bare skin, making you shiver, but the heat of his breath immediately replaced it as he leaned in between your thighs

when his tongue first made contact with your pussy, a sharp jolt went straight up your spine. you instantly threw your head back against the headrest, your eyes snapping shut as your fingers dug deep into the leather of the seat.

he knew exactly what he was doing. Jermajesty was using long, deep strokes, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to keep you right where he wanted you. he was putting everything into it, determined to smooth over every single bit of anger left in your body.

but you were stubborn.

you bit your lower lip so hard you could taste the lipstick, locking your jaw tight. you refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing you react. you weren't going to let him win that easily after the stunt he pulled at the party.

Jermajesty noticed the silence immediately. he paused for a fraction of a second, his thumbs stroking the insides of your thighs, before he looked up at you through his lashes.

“oh… we're playing like that tonight?” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right against you. “your gonna hold it in?”

he didn't wait for an answer. he went back to work, but this time, he changed the pace. he became more aggressive, swirling his tongue in a relentless, agonizingly perfect rhythm, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin. he found your sweetest spot and anchored himself there, applying just the right amount of pressure.

a choked gasp threatened to tear out of your throat. you caught it just in time, swallowing it down and turning your face into the dark corner of the seat, your breath coming in short, ragged hitches. you chest was heaving, and the friction of his tongue was driving you absolutely crazy, but you kept your mouth clamped shut, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the leather.

Jermajesty chuckled against your skin, the vibration sent a fresh wave of heat straight through you.

“I know you feel that baby” he whispered against you “go ahead and make some noise for me…let me hear you”

the fact that you were still holding back, still trying to fight him with that stubborn silence sent Jermajesty completely over the edge. It wasn't a game anymore and he wanted to break that pride right out of you he wanted to hear the exact sound of his name on your lips that he’d been bragging about earlier, but this time, he wanted to earn it

“still quiet?” he groaned against your skin “bet”

his grip on your thighs tightened until his knuckles turned white, holding you down so deeply to the edge of the seat that you couldn't move an inch away from him even if you tried. he went back down, and any sense of patience he had earlier completely vanished…he went crazy on you.

his tongue became relentless, fast, heavy, and punishingly deep. he swirled and stroked with a desperate rhythm, applying a crushing amount of pressure right where he knew you couldn't handle it. he was moving with a frantic, intoxicating hunger.

your hips involuntarily stuttered upward, your whole body arching off the leather seat as a violent wave of pleasure crashed through you.

“mmh~!”

a muffled, desperate whimper caught in the back of your throat and you slammed your hand over your own mouth, your eyes wide and watering in the darkness as you fought for air, your chest heaving violently.

Jermajesty heard the muffled sound and it only drove him crazier an he let out a chuckle against your skin, not slowing down for even a second. he sucked at your clit sharply, his tongue flicking in a wicked, agonizing pattern that had your head spinning.

“come on baby” he panted, his voice a desperate, breathless demand against your thigh as he looked up at you, his eyes completely wild and blacked out with lust. “move your hand. let me hear you. scream my name like you were doing last week”

he didn't give you a chance to breathe. he drove his tongue back into you, harder and more aggressive than before, his fingers digging into your hips so fiercely it was going to leave marks.

you were trembling from head to toe, the heat in the back seat reaching a boiling point, the windows completely fogging up. your jaw was aching from how hard you were biting your lip, tears of pure overstimulation spilling over your lashes as Jermajesty relentlessly tore down the very last of your defenses

“Jermajesty please!” you finally broke, your voice tearing out of your throat in a breathless, ragged sob as a violent, crushing climax hit you. you shook all as you came completely under the relentless pressure of his tongue.

Jermajesty stayed right there through every single twitch, drinking in every sound you made, his breath hot and ragged against your skin until your hips finally stopped trembling. but he wasn't done with you yet.

his pants, freeing his length. in one swift, powerful motion, he hooked his hands under your arms and hoisted your shaking body right onto his lap. you gasped, your legs straddling his thighs as you faced him in the cramped darkness. he guided your hips down, and you swallowed a scream as his full length slid inside you, completely filling you up.

“I told you I was gonna make it up to you” he panted against your lips, his hands locking onto your waist.

he started bouncing you up and down on his dick, the rhythm heavy and deep, filling the vehicle with the sound of skin slapping. your eyes went wide, and you instinctively clamped your teeth down on your bottom lip again, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as he kept a relentless pace.

“still tryna to be quiet?” Jermajesty whispered, a breathless chuckle vibrating in his chest. he bounced you harder, making sure you felt every bit of him. “look at you, biting your lip. why you fighting me so hard, baby? hm?”

“shut up..” you whimpered, your voice shaking violently as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying with everything inside you to swallow the noises tearing at your throat.

he leaned up to press his lips right against your ear “you're so tight baby, even when you're mad at me, you wrap around me so damn good. I know I was acting like a fool tonight. I know I ran my mouth”

he shifted his weight upwards, driving your hips down and his up at a sudden, sharp rhythm that made your head spin.

“I'm sorry baby” he groaned, his breath hot and ragged against your neck as he kept bouncing you, driving you closer and closer to another peak. “I'm so sorry for embarrassing you in front of them. I was just being a stupid trying to show off, but you're mine. you're my girl, and nobody else gets to know how you sound. only me.”

the combination of his heavy words, his rough apologies, and the relentless, pounding motion of his lap was too much. you buried your face into his shoulder, your fingers clawing into his shirt as you tried to muffle the cry that was building in your chest.

“let it out for me” he pleaded, his voice dropping into a desperate, frantic murmur as he sped up the pace, bouncing you with a wild, intoxicating urgency on his dick. “don't hold it back. let me hear you cum again”

the tension snapped. you couldn't fight him, your body, or the intensity of the backseat anymore. your hips bucked helplessly on his lap as a second, even more violent climax crashed over you.

“fuuuck~ Jermajesty!” you finally cried out, your voice breaking completely, a loud, breathless sob of pure pleasure echoing in the tight space as you came around him.

he held you tight against him, letting out a low grunt as he came inside you with a few heavy, desperate thrusts, his chest heaving as he buried his face in your hair, finally letting the quiet, smug satisfaction wash over him as he felt his cum slowly start to overflow and drip out of you

but you wanted to play tough, and Jermajesty wrapping his arms around you like he’d just won the war was the final straw. even though your body was still tingling and your chest was heaving against his, the realization that he’d successfully distracted you from being mad made your stubbornness flare right back up.

you let out a sharp, irritated huff, burying your face deeper into his neck, not to be sweet, but because you couldn't stand the smug look you knew was on his face.

“get off me..” you mumbled, your voice thick and entirely ruined from crying and screaming. yo weakly shoved his chest, trying to untangle your legs from his lap.

“nah” he mumbled back, his arms tightening around your waist like a vise. he chuckled, the vibration rumbly against your front. “where you going? you were just screaming my name two seconds ago”

“I hate you” you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest and actively turning your face away from him. you threw your head back against the headrest, your lips forming a heavy, dramatic pout. “you think you're so smart. you think you can just do whatever you want, run your mouth, and then come out here and... and do that, and think everything is fine”

Jermajesty shifted, leaning back a bit so he could see you. In the dim light of the car, he peeped your crossed arms and the massive pout on your face. a huge, amused grin broke across his face.

“look at you," he teased, his voice dropping into that playful tone that always got under your skin. he reached up, using his thumb to gently poke at your puffed-out lower lip. “look at this face. you still tryna act tough?”

“stop touching me” you whined, jerking your chin away from his hand, though you didn't actually move off his lap. you looked out the completely fogged up window, frowning. “I'm still mad at you. for real. you're a jerk.”

“I know I am, baby” he said, his tone softening as he slid his hands back down to rub your hips, trying to soothe the bratty attitude out of you. he leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right on your pouting lips, but you kept them locked tight, refusing to kiss him back.

he pulled away a fraction, shaking his head with a smile. “oh, you're really gonna hold out on me? not even a little kiss for your man after I just took care of you like that?”

“no” you muttered, cutting your eyes at him, your voice dripping with attitude. “you don't deserve it. your grounded”

Jermajesty let out a loud, breathless laugh, burying his face in your shoulder as he shook his head. “grounded? man, you are something else... alright, fine. you can stay mad nut you're staying right here on my lap until you're ready to act right”

“kiss my ass” “okay”

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JAAFAR!JACKSON X READER

18+ Explicit rough sex, possessive talk, very detailed smut squirting etc

The bedroom was wrapped in low, warm golden lamplight, soft shadows flickering across the rumpled sheets. You had just stepped out of the bathroom after your nightly routine, skin soft and glowing as you finished getting ready for bed. You’d smoothed on your fiancé’s favorite cupcake-scented lotion the one you knew he was addicted to letting the sweet vanilla aroma trail behind you as you moved.

Jaafar layed shirtless against the pillows, eyes half-closed as he breathed you in deeply. You climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips, silk robe slipping open. “Hi, baby,” you whispered , fingers sliding into his hair, rubbing gently.

“Hi mami” He took a slow inhale, the warm cupcake-vanilla scent making his hands tighten on your ass before he finally looked up at you with quiet hunger. “Missed you bad, princess,” he murmured softly, voice low and warm, a little rough around the edges. “Come here… you smell so good, like warm vanilla cupcakes. Look at you, all pretty for me. been waiting to taste you all night.”

One hand left your ass to gently wrap one of your curls around his finger, his thumb brushing it tenderly.

“ jaafarrrr I just did my hair !”you complained.

You giggled, “Pass me my bonnet please, He handed it over and helped you tuck your curls inside with a smile, a few soft strands still framing your face. Feeling bold, you rolled your hips slowly against him. Jaafar gripped the bottoms of your thighs firmly, his hands moving under your silk robe brushing the sensitive skin there, pulling you closer like he couldn’t get enough.

He pressed his face against your chest inhaling the warm vanilla that clung to your skin, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your cleavage. “So sweet… I wanna eat you up, baby. Been thinking about this pretty pussy all day, how good you taste when you get wet for me.”

You leaned close, whispering slickly, “What’s stopping you then, I don’t look this good for no reason”

He chuckled and smiled softly moving you further down the bed bitting his lip as he layed you back. He reached for one of the many plushies scattered on the sheets your contribution to the room that he didn’t mind one bit gently moving it aside before grabbing a pillow and sliding it carefully under your head. “Comfy?” he asked quietly.

You nodded with a smile as he lifted one of your legs. His fingers wrapped around your ankle, admiring your white-painted toes and the delicate gold anklet with his name that jingled softly. He kissed just above your heel, lips warm and lingering, then guided both legs over his broad shoulders.

When he looked down, he groaned low at just the sight of you so wet and dripping, glistening in the warm light. Settling between your thighs, Jaafar leaned in and dipped his tounge inside of you, licking and sucking until your thighs trembled around his head. The wet, sounds filled the quiet room as he hummed against you, tasting every drop of your creamy sweetness mixed with vanilla.

You gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. “Fuck, Jaafar… that feels so good, baby~”

He paused, lips glistening. “Watch your mouth, princess.

You let out a little huff, still playing with his coils. “Okay, okay… I’ll be good please don’t stop.”

He smiled against your thigh and dove back in, licking deeper, humming with satisfaction. “That’s my girl… so sweet and creamy for me.

After he had you whimpering and shaking, Jaafar finally pulled back, lips glossed with your wetness. He dipped two fingers into your soaked folds, coating them before bringing them up to your pouty lips and sliding them in .”See how good you taste sweet girl” he murmured, voice low as you sucked obediently, tasting yourself on his fingers.

He moved up your body, hovering over you as he captured your mouth in a deep kiss. While you were lost in the taste of yourself on his tongue, he slyly let a warm string of spit drip into your open mouth. At the same time, he lined himself up and slipped inside your wetness in one smooth, slow thrust burying himself deep before you could even realize it, stretching you open around his cock until you felt so full.

You moaned loudly against his lips, the sound muffled and needy as your walls clenched around him. Jaafar smiled into the kiss, giving you a moment to adjust before he started moving and rolling his hips inside of you.

He eventually pulled back from your lips, the warm lamplight glowing across your warm brown skin. Your lashes were all wet and clumped from the overwhelming pleasure, lips swollen and glossy from his kisses. He gazed down at you with pure adoration, still rocking into you slowly.

“Fuck wish you could see yourself princess …” he murmured softly, voice low and full of love. “So pretty like this “

He leaned down again, placing wet sloppy kisses down your neck and chest until he reached your breasts. His lips wrapped around one nipple, sucking gently while his hand kneaded the other, still slowly thrusting into you.

As the pleasure built, Jaafar leaned his body more against yours, thrusting harder and deeper, his hips snapping against yours. Your eyes watered as the pressure became too much your body tensing before you started squirting all over him, warm wetness soaking his skin and the sheets beneath you in pulsing your thighs shaking as he held them open

“I love you,” you gasped breathlessly, clinging to him. “I love you so much, pa…”

“Yeah? You love me, baby?” he groaned, voice low as he kept fucking you through your release, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. “I love you too, mami… love your sweet self so much.”

With a few more deep strokes and the feeling of you gushing around him, Jaafar buried himself into you even further untill he could see himself in your stomach groaning low against your neck as he filled you. He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you catching your breath as he kissed your cheeks and held you against his chest.

"cant leave my girl all messy, that wouldn't be nice"

Eventually he pulled out gently and reached for a soft cloth, cleaning you up with careful, loving strokes between your thighs. He wrapped you in the pink plush blanket, pulling you close so your head rested against his chest. “Pretty girl… such a treat,” he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your bonnet-covered head, his arms holding you tight and warm, one hand gently rubbing your back as the vanilla scent still lingered sweetly between you.

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[angeliqcoco]

🐈‍⬛ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐲!𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 | 𝐦. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ٠࣪⭑ !

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٠࣪⭑ contains — 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 (𝟐𝟏) $ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟐𝟑) . 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 . 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 . 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 . 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠) . 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

Hayvenhurst. Encino, California ٠࣪⭑ ! 1979

٠࣪⭑ got this idea from rewatching the Michael movie for the 100th time

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Michael loves seeing you wear your cute little heels, seeing you strut in your dress around his house, bending over gets him harder than a rock.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Michael would slide you money to keep you quiet after he kept sneaking you upstairs while everyone else was downstairs, knowing it was wrong to sneak around with someone responsible for cleaning the Jackson's house.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — If you saw Michael around you would be struggling on purpose to clean off a tall shelf, he'll grab the duster from you and clean it himself and bump his crotch against your plump ass on purpose.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Whenever you would have a break from cleaning around, Michael would be waiting at a specific time over the stairs—just staring at you the whole time. You just looked like you needed a break..pussy eating break perchance? He would signal for you to come upstairs with him with his lengthy finger—your favorite.

🐯 ٠࣪⭑ ! : “ngghh, mikeyyy..,” you whined and squirmed underneath Michael’s touch, arching your back off of his bed. “shhh, lemme take care of you.” Michael said as he pulled away from your clit just a bit.

your legs were shaking as they hung over Michael’s shoulder. Michael knew you were close so he started adding in your favorite two fingers.

Footsteps were coming up the stairs as you were going to finish on his fingers. “wait, no, no, someone’s coming up the stairs..,” your moan got stuck in your throat as you almost choked on your spit. You were trying to push Michael off of you but he wasn’t budging not one bit.

He knew the doors were the locked but you didn’t, the thrill in his veins made him pump in and out of you even more faster.

A knock came on the door as your hand immediately flew to your mouth. “Yo! have you seen miss pigtails?” Tito..fucking Tito—being funny because your signature style was your cute pigtails/puffs with black ribbons.

“She’s on break, Tito!” He yelled back at him as he was still working on your pussy. Multiple task king🫰🏾

Muffled moans were spilling in your palms as you leaned up to see his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

Michael was a bit confused why he was asking for you, and looked back at you with furrowed eyebrows, just to see how you were falling apart in pure silence.

“Do you know where she is?” Tito asked him as he leaned against the door with his hand. Michael was now getting irritated because Tito was asking too many questions for his liking.

“I don’t know, Tito!” He smacked his lips before responding.

You heard him walk away from the door, and you let out the most loudest groan as you tucked your lips.

“oh fuck,” you dragged against your tongue as you made eye contact with Michael as his lip was caught between his teeth.

His eye contact alone could make you bust right then and there. “yes, yes, yes—m’bout to cum..” you started to scrunch his sheets in your fist as you finished.

“there you go, mama. cum f’me.” Michael cooed as he kissed up your thigh.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Days off were the best days of your life. He would always give you gifts for working so hard and keeping you and him y'all's little dirty secret—he might just take you on a shopping spree with his own money.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Even though you and he are currently a secret, getting caught sucking him off turned both of you on even more.

🐯 ٠࣪⭑ ! : While Michael brother’s were hanging out with their girlfriends, you were you on your needs before Michael hiding behind the kitchen island.

You were slurping and nearly sucking his dick dry. With no shame, since no one was around.

“mmm, wait..,” Michael whined, as his hands held onto the counter. His tip keep kissing the back of your throat, which was making him twitch.

He knew you had a lot of skill with your tongue but keep toying around you with around the house, but he couldn’t handle your skillful mouth.

You were caressing his thigh to shush him but clearly that wasn’t working. He wanted you to slow down because he knew he was going to spill right in your throat.

You pulled him out your mouth and started stroking him while holding eye contact. “Aw, you’re so whiney f’me huh?” You teased.

Michael’s eyes were a bit watery, he was getting extra whiney from how good you were taking him in your mouth.

You licked and swirled against his tip as you began to keep eye contact, since he wasn’t using his words.

“yess mama..,” he said in a breathy tone as he came on your tongue.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — One day, you switched your hairstyle one day around him, and you looked way too fine, and he couldn't handle himself around you. So, of course, he went back upstairs with you and showed you how much he appreciated it.

🐯 ٠࣪⭑ ! : Michael had took you to the front of his mirror head deep in the crook of your neck, inhaling your signature scent.

Your dress was held above your waist as Michael was fucking you from behind. His hand was on the nape of your neck, the size of his hand around your neck turned you on even more.

The Lucious new bundles in your head were swaying back forth, you could tell he loved it because he was collecting it in his other hand as he bit down on his bottom lip.

Your mascara was being smudged from tears were falling down your eyes from him constantly hitting your g-spot.

“Mic—” you reached your hand back to press against his abdomen to slow down his thrust but that technically didn’t work.

“Don’t run, y’know I love you like this.” Michael cooed as he interlocked his hand while his other hand stroked your hair, from keeping you from running.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — If you were locked in one day trying to get things done, Michael would most likely disturb your peace by sipping on his orange juice around the house, just creeping around and watching you without you noticing, and then finally he makes himself known by just asking you random questions to get you off track.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — When you brought your first anklet, it had his initial on it. It was always blinging on your ankle, ricocheting off the sunlight pooling through the windows. He felt like a Victorian man who had never seen ankles before, the way he kept staring at them whenever you strutted around with a diamond "M" on your ankle.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — he would purposely drop a napkin so you could bend over in front of him, but you did it discreetly since his brothers were around.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Michael purposely brought your favorite lip gloss just for you to wear it for him, and just for him to kiss it all off when you two are alone in the house.

© 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐨 ٠࣪⭑ 🐯

[malepeacock]

𓊆ྀིBUBBLES𓊇ྀི JAAFAR/MICHAEL

　͡𓈒𝜗𝜚 pairings: Jaafar Jackson as Michael Jackson x blackfem!reader

　͡𓈒𝜗𝜚 warnings: smut, explicit, content, blowjob, fingering

　͡𓈒𝜗𝜚 a/n: jaafar fine as jaafar and michael 😩

The afternoon sun spilled across the grass in fractured gold, filtered through the leaves of the sprawling oak.

Michael adjusted the red-and-white checkered blanket for the third time, smoothing a wrinkle that only he could see.

Bubbles sat a few feet away, systematically pulling petals off a daisy and examining each one like it held the secrets of the universe.

"You're gonna behave, right?" Michael asked, glancing over his shoulder. "She's special. You understand that word? Special."

Bubbles tilted his head, blinked once, and returned to his daisy.

Michael laughed. Soft and a little nervous. "Yeah. Me too."

He'd been planning this for two weeks. Ever since you'd mentioned offhandedly that you'd never met a chimpanzee outside of a zoo, and there was something about the way you'd said it, not a trace of judgment that had planted the idea. Bubbles wasn't a pet.

He was family.

The crunch of tires on the gravel drive pulled him out of his head.

You stepped out of your car clutching a woven picnic basket and wearing a sundress that hugged every gorgeous curve of your body, Michael’s heart skipped.

The fabric moved against your thighs as you walked, and Michael felt his throat tighten.

He watched you, his eyes softening with an intensity that always made you feel like the only woman in the world.

When you saw him you gave him a smile that made him feel like the only man on earth.

"You're early," you called out, walking toward the blanket. Your hips swayed with each step, and Michael's fingers twitched at his sides. "I thought I was gonna beat you here."

"I had help with setup. This is who I wanted you to meet."

He turned and called for bubbles. "Bubbles, look who's here!" Michael called out, his voice light and melodic.

Bubbles paused his antics and looked over. The chimpanzee tilted his head, studying you for a moment remembering all the details about you that Michael had told him, he let out a happy noise and scurrying over.

To Michael's immense relief and joy, Bubbles didn't just tolerate you, he adored you.

The chimp climbed up your leg, clinging to your hip and nuzzling into your neck.

Michael felt a surge of overwhelming emotion. Seeing you laugh and cuddle Bubbles, your warmth enveloping the little animal, made him feel a profound sense of completeness.

He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your temple. "I knew you two would get along," he whispered, his voice thick with affection.

"Oh, Michael. Oh, he's beautiful."

Bubbles made a soft hooting sound.

"He thinks you're beautiful too," Michael said.

You smiled and set your basket down. "Hi, sweetheart. I've heard so much about you. All good things. Mostly."

The chimpanzee's fingers curled around yours. Something tight in Michael's chest loosened.

"He likes you."

"I like him too."

The picnic unfolded in lazy, sun-drenched stretches of time. You'd packed strawberries and honey-drizzled brie and crusty bread that crackled when you tore it.

Bubbles discovered that strawberries stained his fingers and spent ten minutes fascinated by the red smears on his knuckles.

Michael fed you a piece of honey-dripped cheese and his eyes locked onto the way your lips closed around his fingertips. You held his gaze longer than necessary.

"What?" you asked, voice low.

"Nothing." He shook his head, but the corner of his mouth tugged upward. "Well… everything."

Later, after the food was gone and the blanket was littered with crumbs, you pulled out a small plastic bottle of bubble solution.

"Has bubbles ever blown bubbles?"

"Never."

"Then we're about to make his whole day."

You demonstrated first, dipping the wand, lifting it, blowing a stream of iridescent spheres into the air.

Bubbles tracked them with laser focus, leaping to pop them one by one. His delighted screeches echoed across the lawn.

Michael watched you laugh, head thrown back, throat exposed, light catching the curve of your jaw, and felt desire coil low in his belly. The kind he couldn't ignore.

"Your turn," you said, handing him a wand.

By the time the sun started its descent toward the hills, all three of you were sticky with bubble solution and grass-stained and breathless from laughing.

Bubbles had mastered the art of dipping the wand but preferred eating the bubbles to blowing them.

"He's perfect," you said, as Michael packed up the blanket.

"He's a menace too."

"Just like you Michael." He rolled his eyes smiling.

The drive back to the main house was short, but Michael's hand found your thigh and caressed it.

His thumb traced absent circles against the fabric of your dress. Neither of you spoke.

The air in the car thickened, charged like the moment before a storm breaks.

Bubbles was settled somewhere in the house. Michael pulled the Twister box from a hall closet.

"You serious?" You were standing in the living room, barefoot now, your sandals kicked off by the door.

"I've been practicing."

"Michael Jackson, you have not been practicing Twister."

"There's a lot you don't know about me girl." He smirked at you

"Come on, let's see who's more flexible!" he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He spun the board first. Right hand red. You watched him stretch across the mat, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of stomach.

Your mouth went dry. When your turn came, left foot green, you positioned yourself beside him, close enough to smell the sunlight on his skin.

Three spins later, you were twisted around each other. His chest pressed against your back. His breath hot on the nape of your neck.

“This is cheating,” you murmured.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Another spin. Your foot slipped. You crashed onto the mat, and before you could right yourself, you were above Michael , braced on your forearms, your body a warm cage he had no desire to escape.

Your legs fell open to accommodate his hips. The sundress bunched at your thighs.

Your face hovered inches from his. Up close, his eyes held flecks of amber you’d never noticed before.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi.”

The silence stretched. His gaze dropped to your mouth. You watched his throat work as he swallowed.

Then you both moved.

Michael’s tongue swept into your mouth, claiming you with a passion that left you breathless. His hands wandered, sliding down to squeeze your ass, pulling you harder against the growing hardness of his cock.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he breathed against your jaw.

“It’s not.” Your voice came out ragged, unfamiliar to your own ears. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He flipped you both over and his fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress. Trailed up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh with agonizing slowness.

You bucked upward, seeking contact, and he made a low sound in his throat that you wanted to bottle and keep forever.

When he reached the damp cotton of your panties, he paused. Forehead pressed to yours. Eyes open.

“You’re—”

“I know.” You were dripping through the fabric.

His middle finger traced the wet spot, following the outline of your folds.

Your hips chased the pressure. He pressed harder, found your clit through the soaked cotton, and circled once. Your back arched off the mat.

“Michael.”

“I’ve got you.”

He pushed the fabric aside. Skin on skin now, his fingers sliding through your slickness, spreading it. One finger dipped inside you letting you feel every knuckle and your inner walls clenched around the intrusion.

He added a second. Curved them forward, seeking, and when he found that rough patch of nerves, your vision whited out for a half-second.

“Right there,” you choked.

He worked you with a rhythm that built and built but never let you tip over, his palm grinding against your clit on each thrust.

Your thighs trembled. You were making sounds you’d never made before. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders.

Your orgasm caught you mid-gasp. You let out a wrenched a cry from your throat and left you shaking, pulsing around his fingers, gripping his wrist to hold him inside you while you rode it out.

When you opened your eyes, he was watching you with an expression that bordered on reverence.

“You’re so beautiful like that,” he said.

You kissed him instead of answering. Tasted yourself on his tongue when he met you halfway.

Then your hands were on his belt. The metal clinked as you unfastened it, pulled it free, worked the button of his jeans.

He lifted his hips to help you push them down far enough. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the tip already glistening.

“Show me what you like.” You murmured against his mouth.

His breath shuddered out. “Anything you do—anything—it’s gonna be good. I promise you that.”

You positioned yourself between his thighs, still shaky from your own climax, and wrapped one hand around the base of him.

He was hot in your palm, velvet skin over iron. You licked a tentative stripe up the underside, following the thick vein that ran his length, and his whole body jerked.

“Like that?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracked. “Yeah, like that.”

You took him into your mouth. Slowly. Letting the weight of him settle on your tongue, letting your lips stretch around his girth.

He hit the back of your throat and you pulled off, gasping, then sank down again. His hand found the back of your head, just resting there, trembling.

“Look at me, please” he whispered.

You lifted your eyes to his without pulling away. The eye contact seemed to undo something in him. His hips jerked, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, and you hollowed your cheeks and sucked.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum! Just like that, baby, just like that"

You doubled your efforts, working what you couldn’t fit with your hand, and he came with a broken moan that sounded like your name.

Hot salt flooded your tongue. You swallowed around him, milking every pulse, until he gently tugged you away and collapsed onto his back, chest heaving.

For a long moment, you just lay there tangled together on the Twister mat, limbs overlapping, breathing syncing.

Then a shuffling sound echoed from the hallway. A familiar hooting followed.

Michael’s eyes flew open. “Bubbles.”

You both scrambled. You yanked your dress down, shoving the hem past your thighs. Michael hauled his jeans up, fumbled with the button.

By the time Bubbles rounded the corner, hooting for attention and looking for his favorite humans, you and Michael were standing side-by-side, breathing heavily, faces flushed, and trying your absolute best to look "normal."

Michael let out a shaky laugh, picking up the chimpanzee and hugging him tight. "Hey there, little guy! Ready for more games?"

As he looked at you, a secret, knowing smile played on his lips, the taste of y’all encounter still lingering in the air.

[kaiomii]

𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗧.

𝒉e's your 𝒃rother's 𝒃est friend. 𝒚ou're off limits to each other... so why does it never feel that way?

౨౿ 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 / angst / fluff .ᐟ ⊹──. oral sex ◟ munch!jaafaar ◟ cum eating ◟ ℱ.ᐟreader. both basically very dumb. 𝜗𐑞 ◟ ͜ ◞

Your grandma's house always had that warm feeling. It always smelled like lavender and cinnamon.

It was the kind of place that never changed. The same old floral curtains. The same squeaky hallway, same family photos hanging just a little crooked.

And apparently...The same attic that held thirty years' worth of things nobody had touched.

Grandma sighed dramatically as she looked up the staircase. "I wanted both of my grandchildren today." You smiled apologetically. "I know...."

"He promised me he'd come." She sighed again. "He really wanted to." She waved her hand. "I know, sweetheart. Work is work."

Just then, the front door opened. "Grandma?" a familiar voice called. "In the kitchen!" she answered. A moment later, Jaafar appeared in the doorway. curls hidden beneath his cap. A white t-shirt stretched across his shoulders, dark jeans, and two iced coffees balanced effortlessly in one hand.

He smiled the second he saw the two of you. "I brought reinforcements." Grandma's eyes lit up. "Oh, you're an angel." he smiles shyly. "I've been told." You raised an eyebrow. "By who?"

"Myself." You couldn't help but laugh. He held one of the coffees toward you. "For the poor soul who got volunteered." You roll your eyes. "You mean forced."

"Tomato, tomahto." You accepted it anyway. "...Thanks." He smiled. "You're welcome." Grandma clapped her hands together. "Wonderful." She pointed toward the hallway. "The attic." Both of you looked up. "...Do we have to?" you asked. "Yes." Jaafar sighed dramatically.

"I knew being the backup brother came with consequences." Grandma laughed. "If her brother couldn't make it, then you're the next best thing." Jaafar placed a hand over his heart. "I've waited years to hear those words."

"Oh please..."

"You know it's right."

An hour later...Dust covered almost everything. Old Christmas decorations, boxes filled with photo albums, three broken lamps, a sewing machine that probably hadn't worked since the nineties and so much more.

Jaafar dropped another heavy box beside the hallway wall. "I think I just aged...five years." You looked at him. "You've carried..." You counted. "...Four boxes." Before you could say something. Grandma appeared with another stack of blankets. "My room upstairs still needs sorting." You looked over. "My old room?" She nodded.

"There are still books, toys... all sorts of things." Jaafar smiled. "I think we deserve a smaller room." Grandma smiled sweetly. "I think you'll be fine." Your old bedroom looked exactly how you remembered it...faded wallpaper, the bookshelf filled with old novels, a tiny vanity covered in forgotten hair clips..even the glow in the dark stars were still stuck to the ceiling.

"...Wow." You slowly walked inside. "I haven't been in here forever." Jaafar wandered around behind you. "So this..." He picked up a tiny stuffed dinosaur from the shelf. "...was your kingdom?" You immediately reached for it. "Queendom, you mean." You corrected, then, He held it above his head.

"wow." You try to reach for it again. "J-jaafar." He grinned. "You seriously slept with this?" You nodded frantically. "I was seven."

"So cute." He teases. "Give it back." You warned. "Nope." You stepped closer. "I'm warning you."

"What are you gonna do?" You narrowed your eyes. "This." You reached for it. He laughed and stepped backward. "You've still got short legs."

"Oh, shut up."

"You can't reach."

"I absolutely can." He kept moving around the room while you followed. "You are so annoying." You finally caught the sleeve of his shirt. "Got you."

"Oh?" He turned. You tugged. He lost his balance. "Oh—" The old mattress caught both of you with a soft bounce. both of you laugh.

Jaafar rubbed the back of his neck. "I think your grandma just heard that." You pushed his shoulder...very lightly. He pushed yours back. "That's cheating." You shoved him again. He caught both of your wrists this time. "There."

"No, Jaafar! let go." You tried twisting away. He laughed. "You giving up?"

"Never." You leaned forward, trying to knock him off balance. Instead...He slipped. One second you were laughing but then—He was hovering above you.

One hand planted beside your head. The other still gently holding your wrist. The laughter disappeared, You suddenly became very aware of how close he was.

His eyes searched yours. "...You okay?" he asked quietly. You nodded. "...Yeah." both of you moved. You looked up at him. He looked down at you.

His eyes searched yours, then drifted—slowly—to your lips. Yours did the exact same. Back to his eyes. Then his lips....and again.

It almost felt like whoever moved first would change everything. Jaafar let out the smallest breath through his nose, a nervous laugh almost escaping. "I've imagined this more times than I'd like to admit..."

Your heart skipped. "...really?" He smiled, barely. "You have no idea." You swallowed. "I kept telling myself you were off limits."

"My brother's best friend," you whispered. "My best friend's little sister." a minute passed...

"You know..." you murmured. "What?"

"I'm grown now..." He kept looking at your lips. "I can see that, beautiful."

You bite your lips. "And you're still looking at me like I need permission." His eyes softened. "I think I'm asking for yours.." You didn't answer. Instead...You reached up. Your fingers curled lightly around the back of his neck.

He looked at you one last time, silently asking. You closed the distance first, and whispered; "then fuck me, Jaafar." and he wasted no time, The kiss landed hard. Just enough to make both of you smile against each other's lips.

His hand slid gently from your wrist to your waist, pulling you just a little closer. You kissed him again, way longer this time. He answered. Slowly at first...Then with a little more certainty. The kind of kiss that had been waiting years to happen. You smiled into it.

He laughed quietly against your lips. "I can't believe we're actually doing this, your. brother's gonna kill me.." he whispered. "Stop talking." You said breathlessly. "Oh?"

You pulled him back down before he could finish teasing you. He kissed you again, deeper this time, lingering just long enough to make you forget about the dusty room, the boxes, even why you had come upstairs in the first place.

His forehead rested against yours when you finally paused, both of you breathing a little heavier, unable to stop smiling.

⟡﹒ ◟ ﹒

You could feel the way he was hesitating, his fingertips barely grazing, almost shy. So you reached down, took one of his hands gently, and guided it under your joggers until it rested against the warm fabric of your panties. His eyes widened, his entire body freezing for a second. "Please…touch me." you pouted, your voice soft but desperate, looking up at him through your lashes.

Jaafar’s jaw clenched, his cheeks warming. "I–I…can't.." he stammered, clearly overwhelmed, but his fingers flexed ever so slightly against you, already feeling the dampness there. He swallowed, gaze flicking from your pleading expression to where his hand was between your legs, like he couldn’t believe this was really happening.

Slowly, hesitantly, he started to stroke you through the thin fabric, his breathing quickening with every tiny sound you made. The warmth and wetness beneath his touch sent a shiver through him, and when you whimpered soflty again, he bit his lip hard, fighting the urge to just tear the panties aside and fuck you right there and there.

Jaafar’s breath was coming faster now, his fingers rubbing gentle, nervous circles over your clothed clit. The friction had you rolling your hips down against his touch, but every movement also pressed you into the growing bulge beneath his pants. You couldn’t help it, you shifted closer, grinding lightly against him as his breath hitched, his other hand gripping the bed sheets like he didn’t know where else to put it.

You reached for that hand, guiding it up to your chest. His eyes flicked to yours in surprise, but when you placed it over your breast, his fingers curled instinctively, squeezing through your shirt and bra. The combination of his touches had you letting out a soft, shaky whimper against his lips, which made him groan quietly into the kiss. It wasn’t enough. You wanted to feel him, really feel him.

You broke the kiss for just a moment, your lips wet and swollen, and slid your joggers and panties down your thighs, kicking them aside on your old bed at your grandma's house. Without giving him time to process, you took his hand again, the one that had been rubbing you through the thin fabric, and guided it between your legs until his fingers met your bare, slick pussy.

jaafar froze, a sharp breath escaping him, His fingertips twitched slightly against you before he swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet room. "You’re…s-so warm." he whispered, almost like he was talking to himself.

His thumb kept rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit, and you couldn’t stop yourself from rocking against his hand, chasing that sharp, sweet pleasure. Your breath came out in shaky bursts, his eyes glued to the way you moved for him.

His fingers moved inside you faster now, curling expertly as he matched the rhythm of your hips grinding against him. Every wet, slippery sound of your arousal seemed to drive him further, and he couldn’t help the small, shaky moans that escaped his lips.

You tugged at his hair, hard enough to make him gasp, and he let out a sharp, breathy whine, eyes closing for a split second. His pace didn’t falte. If anything, it quickened, fingers plunging deeper, curling just right to hit all the right spots. The room was filled with the slick, wet sounds of your pleasure and the occasional whimper or gasp that slipped past your lips.

You slowly peeled off your shirt and bra, tossing them aside, and he couldn’t stop staring. His hands trembled slightly, but finally he pulled his own shirt off, revealing the toned chest. Your breath hitched, and heat pooled low in your belly, you were already dripping just from looking at him.

he gazes down over your naked body with awe.

"Your really beautiful..." he murmurs, kissing down your neck and breasts, suckling for a moment on one nipple, making you moan softly and arch up into him, carding your fingers through his hair. "i’ll give you what you need, angel..trust me." he promises.

when he sinks into you, he nuzzles his face into your tummy, lips pressing soft kisses to your skin "Your so soft, beautiful. " he mumbles, scooting further and further down. "Want me to eat you out, princess?" he asks sweetly.

you couldn’t help but be turned on when he was like this. all soft and needy for you. nodding in approval, allowing him to lay between your legs. he decides this isn’t good enough and throws your thighs over his shoulders. "such a pretty pussy.." he licks his lips, eyes dancing over your flesh. the praise goes straight to your core, clenching around nothing and he smiles.

"So ready for me..mmh." he leans in slowly, tongue finding your clit first like a magnet. "mmh.." he hums, swirling and flicking it slowly. you let out a quiet breath, getting comfortable under him.

his arms were hooked under your thighs, thumbs spreading your folds open. Jaafar seals his mouth around your clit, sucking softly with sounds that go to your head. "j-jaafar..." you sigh, watching him. he pulls away enough to speak. "you like that, baby? i know you do.." then he’s leaning back down, tongue licking a long, slow trail from your entrance to your clit, setting spit dribble down it afterwards.

"shittt, you taste so good..." he mutters, eyes closing as he gets lost in making you feel good. he makes out with your pussy messily, tongue plunging in your hole every now and then. "fuck.." you moan, hips rolling up to his face, making your clit nudge his nose now. he leans in more, shaking his head a little with more pressure.

as you get wetter, he sucks it all up, tongue flicking relentlessly as he works you closer to the edge. "jaafar, shit—" you tug at his hair, pulling a moan out of him that vibrates against you. "close, princess?" he murmurs into your pussy, thumb rubbing over your clit quickly as he fucks his warm tongue in and out of you.

you nod eagerly, rolling your hips to his face and he just takes it. he was a pleaser. "fuck j—c-cumming!" your body twitched as your orgasm washed over you, seeing stars as jaafar kept licking and lapping up every drop. his tongue swirling around in your hole, hoping to get any and every last taste of your cum.

only when you started whimpering and jerking, he slowed down and pulled away, face messy with your slick. "god, beautiful, you’re so perfect. can i get another?" he pleads in an almost innocent tone, lips kissing your inner thighs. you’d be here all night if it was up to him.

You were just about to answer—

BZZZZT.

Your phone vibrated loudly across the wooden floor..It buzzed again. You both slowly turned your heads.

📞 Big Brother Calling...

Jaafar closed his eyes. "...You've got to be kidding me." Jaafar stared at the phone. Then he looked at you, between your legs. You covered your face with both hands. "Oh no..."

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