˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who would climb up the side of your house and sneak in through your bedroom window. Knowing exactly what time everybody was fast asleep or out of the house. Sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you finish your night routine at your vanity. He’d always get aroused watching you pamper yourself
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who loved when you wore silk pajamas because it was so soft on your skin and always complimented your skin tone. He loved the way your softness felt against him
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who somehow always would get you to sit in his lap, convincing you it was normal to grind against his belt for your own satisfaction. Coaching you through an orgasm and loving to watch your fluids leak from under your gown
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who couldn’t help but to stare at your breasts on the verge of spilling out. “Accidentally” dropping the straps on your top to see your nipples fully exposed. Enforcing you stare at him while he sucks your nipples
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who finally admitted how badly he needed you. Confessing how much he craves you and masturbates to the thought of you riding him
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who unbuckled his jeans and masturbated in front of you. Using your spit as lubricant and watching you play with your breasts, massaging them and softly spitting on your nipples
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who instructed you on how to play with yourself, teaching you how to rub your hand against your clitoris in a circular motion until you found a sweet spot
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who sucked on your nipples hard enough to leave bruises behind , groaning into your skin as you took over jerking him off. Biting your lip as you stroked him—listening to his whimpering as you gently pressed your thumb against his wet tip making him get louder
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who was so embarrassed that he came so hard over himself and your hand. Flustered at the mess he had made. But quickly his dick got hard all over again watching you swallow the cum off yourself and his tip before making out with him
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who begged you just to let him stick the tip in. Rubbing the head of his dick constantly against your entrance, shivering at the wet and warm sensations between your legs
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who held you up by your waist, allowing you to freely grind against his dick, watching your body fluids leak all over him with each passing. Your grip around his neck tightening as you could feel yourself preparing to cream on his dick, his eyes lit up being astonished at how messy you could get and how filthy your mouth was
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ Pervy!Michael who had finally given into his temptations and thrusted himself in between your tightly closed thighs, moaning and crying in your ear—telling you how wet your pussy was and thanking you for relieving him. Until he couldn’t hold in the urge anymore and came in between your thighs, barely missing your entrance
summary: based on this poll when i was feeling some of type of way clearly lol
types/warnings: boyfriend! jaafar x black f! reader; first time!!!, sending videos, f! masturbation, creampie
word count: ~2563
author’s note: IM BAAAAACK!!! i’m sorry i took so long, work genuinely got so busy i had no time but im hoping to be more consistent again. also since im rusty, i dont think this is my best but its been a while since my first time so i think i struggled with trying to capture that fully but i hope y'all like it!!!!! also also, happy batled birthday dada 😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛
Every time you looked art your phone you felt butterflies in your womanhood. The text you sent simply read:
“I’m ready”
A few moments later, Jaafar replied,
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He reacted with a heart before sending another message.
"I love you, and I can't wait."
You weren't fully inexperienced or even naive to sex. You'd spent years discovering your own body, reading fanfiction late into the night, listening to erotic fiction on long drives or before bed, letting your imagination wander. Sex had never frightened you.
Men had.
The opportunity had presented itself more than once, but every man before Jaafar had only confirmed what you didn't want.
They were impatient. There was never any tenderness, never any effort to romance you or understand what made you feel safe. The moment you asked them to slow down, the pressure always followed.
"You can take it."
"You're not that shy."
"Don't pretend now."
And if you pulled away altogether, it somehow became your responsibility to satisfy them anyway.
"It hurts if you leave it like that."
"Can you just suck it?"
"Can you at least touch it?"
The entitlement was exhausting.
It never made you resent intimacy, it only made you more determined to wait for someone who truly understood it and that was Jaafar.
He was patient.
Gentle.
The two of you could spend hours teasing each other until your lips were swollen from kissing, your cheeks sore from smiling, and dry humping until you were both throbbing.
You'd lose yourselves wrapped around each other on the couch or tangled together in bed, content to let the anticipation linger.
There were countless moments when it could have happened.
Moments where everything felt perfectly aligned.
But whenever uncertainty crept into your mind and you whispered, "Not tonight," he never sighed in frustration or tried to change your mind.
Instead, he'd smile.
He'd kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, wherever he could reach, and pull you into his chest.
Even when you would plead with apologies as a reflex, he never rushed you.
"It's okay," he'd murmur, holding you a little tighter, as though reassuring you mattered more than anything else.
That was why, when you finally said yes...
You meant it.
His recent trip to Japan for the Michael press tour had only intensified everything between you. You'd spent time apart before, but this separation felt different. There was an ache to it, a quiet longing that settled into every conversation.
Your messages drifted effortlessly from outfit photos and jokes to paragraphs about how much you missed each other.
You found yourselves saying "I love you" more often.
Not because you needed reassurance. But because you couldn't help it.
One evening, he texted you.
"I miss you so much."
"I miss you too."
"You would LOVE it here. The food is incredible."
"You're making me jealous."
"We're coming back. I'm serious."
"Deal."
"And the view from the hotel is INSANE. Hold on."
A photo came through a second later.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering skyline of Tokyo, the city lights stretching endlessly into the distance.
"Jaafar..."
"I know."
"Okay, no. We HAVE to come here for my birthday."
"Done."
"Same hotel too?"
"Same hotel."
Another photo appeared.
This one was of the room itself: warm lighting, dark wood accents, oversized windows, and a bed that looked almost comically large.
"The room is so nice."
"The bed is MASSIVE."
A typing bubble appeared.
"Kinda feels like it was made for two..."
You laughed, shaking your head before typing back.
"Give me five minutes. I'm on my way."
Three dots danced across the screen almost immediately.
"😂"
"If only."
The joke faded just as quickly as it came.
"I really do wish you were here."
"I just want to hold you."
Your smile softened.
"Just to hold me?" you teased.
"To hold you."
A few seconds passed before another message came through.
"To feel you."
"I miss how warm you are."
Your heart squeezed.
"I wish I was there too."
"I' just miss laying on your chest."
You hesitated before adding another text.
"Amongst other things lol."
The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
"Can I show you how much I miss you, Princess?"
A grin spread across your face.
"Please do."
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˙⋆✮
The date itself was simple.
Dinner and drinks at home.
Jaafar had insisted on it, saying he wanted to spend the entire evening making you feel comfortable, cared for, and completely at ease. He always joked that good foreplay started the moment you locked eyes with someone.
Romance, he believed, wasn't something that began in the bedroom, it began the second you saw each other. Every glance, every smile, every touch should make the other person feel wanted.
You had always loved that about him.
Fresh from the shower, you sat cross-legged on your bed wrapped in a towel, absentmindedly scrolling through social media while texting him.
He'd already mapped out the rest of his evening.
"I'm gonna work out for about forty-five minutes, stop by the grocery store, shower, then head to you."
Even mundane updates sounded affectionate coming from him. You caught yourself smiling down at your phone, your heart fluttering at the thought that your first time would be with someone you loved so deeply.
Your mind wandered to what it would feel like. You'd come close before. You knew the feeling of his lips lingering against your neck when you both wanted more, the way he'd patiently worship every inch of you, teasing your body effortlessly and leaving your thoughts spinning with nothing more than a kiss.
The thought of finally being completely vulnerable with him, of looking into his eyes as the distance between you disappeared sent a shiver racing through you.
Before you realized it, your thighs tightened around the edge of your towel that met your womanhood. You closed your eyes, letting your imagination drift has your hips rocked slowly
The thoughts of you moaning with him as he stroked slowly into you.
The way he'd whisper your name.
The thought of looking into his eyes as he reaches your spot.
The way he'd search your face to make sure you were still with him.
The images came so vividly that your breathing slowed, your body responding almost instinctively.
Unable to ignore the growing anticipation any longer, you leaned back against the mattress and reached for your phone.
The video Jaafar had sent you a few nights earlier was still waiting.
The moment it began to play, his familiar voice filled the quiet room. You fingers worked seconds into the video, his hand worked himself over, movements slow as he handled his entire length.
Breathless.
Warm.
Intimate.
"Fuck... baby, I miss you so much."
A smile tugged at your lips before your eyes drifted shut again.
"I can't wait to make you feel good."
"I'm so lucky to be your first."
Your fingers worked in circles on your bud, the pit of nerves balling up in your stomach as you continued with the video.
Toward the end, his breathing became uneven.
"I'm so close, baby."
A small laugh escaped him before his voice softened into something.
"I love you so much, Y/N."
His core tightened and flexed as he finished, simultaneously your rise was coming, you bit your lip and arched your back off the mattress as the wave hit you. You moaned out his name, shaking as you came down.
When the video ended, you lay quietly for a moment, smiling to yourself as your heartbeat gradually slowed.
Soon, he'd be here.
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˙⋆✮
You both sat on the couch, your wine glasses refilled more than once but mostly forgotten as you stayed wrapped up in each other. Your freshly shaven legs rested across his lap while his hand lay comfortably on your thigh, absentmindedly tracing slow circles with his thumb.
His eyes were wide, soft as the moon, fixed on you in a way that never felt hungry.
You'd never been looked at with so much love before.
There was admiration in his gaze, but also patience. Like he was content simply to listen to you talk for hours if that's all the night became.
You rambled on about something neither of you would probably remember tomorrow, bouncing from one story to the next while he stayed completely engaged, smiling at all the right moments.
Then the conversation faded into a comfortable silence.
Your heart stumbled.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach so suddenly you were sure they had to be visible on your face.
Jaafar's smile widened.
"You're kinda cute when you're nervous around your boyfriend of two years."
You rolled your eyes, unable to fight the smile tugging at your lips.
"Shut up," you laughed, giving his shoulder a playful shove. "You're so annoying."
Your cheeks burned because he was right.
He stood first, setting his wine glass on the coffee table before holding out his hand to you.
His smile never wavered.
Warm.
Patient.
Inviting.
You slipped your hand into his without hesitation. Your nerves were still there, fluttering in your chest, but somehow they no longer felt frightening.
Just important.
He intertwined your fingers with his and gently led you toward the bedroom.
Each step made your heartbeat a little louder, anticipation blooming in your chest until you could feel it in the tips of your fingers.
When you reached the bed, you sat together on the edge of the mattress.
Neither of you rushed to say anything.
His hands wandered over yours first, turning them over carefully before lifting one to his lips. He kissed the back of your hand, then your knuckles, lingering just long enough to make you smile.
From there, he moved with unhurried tenderness, pressing soft kisses along your wrist, up your forearm, and to the curve of your shoulder before finally finding your collarbone.
Every kiss felt less like a question and more like reassurance.
The tension you'd carried all evening slowly melted away beneath his touch.
By the time his lips reached your jaw, your shoulders had relaxed completely.
When he finally kissed you, it wasn't rushed.
It was familiar..
He rested his forehead against yours, smiling softly.
"I love you so much, Y/N."
"I love you too, Jaafar."
The words came easily.
Not as permission or as an obligation.
But as a quiet promise that you were ready to take this step with the person who had spent time proving he would always make you feel safe.
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˙⋆✮
Your thighs clenched around his head as he worked you over with his tongue. Compared to the moments before when he had been slow and intentional, adorning your body with kisses and affirmations.
“I’m so lucky”
*Peck*
“I just want to make you feel good”
*Peck*
“You’re so fucking beautiful”
Kissing all over your body and removing your clothes slowly. This was fast and hungry, but you still felt adored.
He responded to every moan, every wince, every tug at his hair with reassurance.
“Good girl”
“You taste so good”
“You like that baby?”
Your back arched off the bed as you felt your finish come in waves, he latched on to your clit and kept sucking. Reaching out to hold your hand as you clawed at the bed sheets.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he lapped at your juices. He kissed between your thighs as you came down, then up your stomach and chest until getting to you.
He kissed you deep, the deepest kiss so far,
“Are you ready?”
His question carried equal parts tenderness and longing.
You knew that if, in this very moment, you changed your mind, if you told him you weren't ready, he would understand without hesitation.
You could see how deeply he wanted you. It was written all over his face, in the way he looked at you, in the quiet anticipation he could barely contain.
But none of that mattered more to him than you. Making you feel safe had always been more important than getting what he wanted.
And knowing that made you all the more certain. All the more ready.
You kissed him in return, pouring every ounce of your certainty into it.
"Yes."
He lingered there for another heartbeat before easing back just enough for your foreheads to remain touching. His eyes searched yours one last time as his thumb swept across your cheek before he whispered.
"I'll go slow.”
You felt his tip drag along your wet folds before approaching your entrance. You let out a small moan with a quiver as you braced yourself.
He moved slowly, careful enough that you could feel him checking your reaction with every inch. He pushed into you slowly, the pain, though meant to be pleasurable, was anything but.
It felt like a sharp sting, enough to make you wince out as your hands flew instinctively to either side of you, palms open in a silent plea to pause.
He stopped immediately.
Without a second thought, he leaned down, his hands cradling your face as your first instinct was to apologize.
"I'm sorry I ju-"
He gently shook his head before you could finish.
"Don't apologize, baby."
He slipped his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers before lifting them to his lips. He kissed each knuckle slowly, his thumb brushing comforting circles across the back of your hand.
"It's okay."
His forehead found yours again.
"I know this is a lot."
He waited until your breathing began to slow before continuing.
"We don't have to keep going."
His voice was steady, certain.
"If you want to stop, we stop. If you want a minute, we take a minute. Whatever you need, I'm right here."
He smiled softly, squeezing your hand.
You paused to ground yourself before threading your fingers through his again. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, a small smile finding your lips.
"I want this," you whispered as you leaned in for a kiss. The kiss deepened and you felt the shyness melt away to pure intimacy.
Jaafar was shifting as he realigned himself, pulling away from the kiss only to remind you,
"I'm here with you, baby," he murmured, his voice low and breathy.
His eyes never left yours.
As he moved with careful patience, your breath caught as he guided himself slowly into you. You hissed softly through your teeth as your body instinctively tensed, but he stayed anchored to you, holding you close enough that you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing against your chest.
"That's it," he whispered.
"Nice and slow."
His thumb brushed across your temple, grounding you as much as his words did.
"Good girl."
"I love you so much, baby."
He never hurried you.
Instead, he paused when your body needed him to, giving you time to breathe before moving again. Every small adjustment was guided by your reactions, every movement measured with quiet care.
His rhythm remained slow and deliberate, less concerned with progressing than with making sure you felt safe in his arms.
You buried your face against his shoulder, letting every uneven breath, every quiet wince, melt into him as he held you close.
His tenderness made the pressure fade away, his motions became pleasurable as you felt your body take him in.
Jaafar, who had been composed as he controlled the experience, started to lose himself in your wetness.
You pulled from his shoulder to give him a kiss, his hips rocked with slightly more intensity, you moaned it his name which only spurred him on.
He was still mindful of the pace but pushed further into you, his full length inside of you. Your body, though tense, felt shivers as he kissed your neck.
“You’re so big Jaafar, it feels so good”
“You’re doing such a good job taking me baby, are you my good girl?”
You nodded
“Let me hear you say it baby, say you’re my good girl”
“I’m your good girl Jaafar”
“Say it again”, his eyes fluttered shut
“I’m your good girl baby”, you felt a ball of nerves in the pit of your stomach
“One more time baby” he gritted through his teeth.
“I’m Jaafar’s good girl”
In an instant he was overcome with his own finish. You felt his liquid pour into you, as he came crashing down on top of you.
He peppered you with kisses and praises and stayed there for a long moment, unwilling to let the space between you return. His kisses became slower, softer, scattered across your forehead, your cheeks, your nose.
"You did so good," he whispered, smiling against your skin.
michael was hovering over you, his broad chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate rhythm. he was entirely consumed, his dark eyes burning with an intense, laser-focused devotion that made your heart hammer against your ribs.
he wasn't in a rush. he shifted his weight with excruciating slowness, rolling his hips forward just enough to make the air catch in your throat before drawing back again. he was utterly obsessed with you—with every tiny, involuntary reaction your body gave him.
his broad, warm hands were clamped firmly on the insides of your thighs, keeping them held steady, feeling the delicate, uncontrollable trembling in your muscles every time he shifted his weight.
"look at you...pretty baby.." he breathed out, his voice a low, raspy velvet that sent a shiver straight down your spine. the tone of his voice heavy and dripping with raw warmth. "look how pretty you look when you're completely undone for me..."
you let out a soft, breathy sigh, your hands reaching up urgently to grip his biceps. your knuckles turned white as your fingers dug into his arms, pulling him down, needing the full weight of him against you.
your eyebrows furrowed into a sweet, frustrated knot as the sensation built up, your head tilting back into the damp pillow while your lips parted into a helpless little pout.
michael let out a soft, breathless laugh against your neck. he lifted himself up slightly on one elbow, using his free hand to catch your chin, tilting your face up so he could watch every micro-expression.
he moved again—a short, deep push that made your back arch right off the mattress—his voice taking on a quiet, teasing edge.
"yeah, baby? right there?" he asked softly, his tone smooth and knowing as he adjusted his angle, driving into that exact spot with agonizing precision. "that where you like it, mama? hmm? tell me."
"michael..." you gasped out, your voice entirely delicate. unable to elaborate any other words.
"don't close your eyes on me, girl," he instructed softly, his voice dropping into a low, quiet command. "keep 'em open. keep those pretty eyes on me. i wanna see you."
your eyelashes fluttered heavily, your vision clouded over with pure heat, but you forced your eyes to stay locked on his.
he leaned down closer, his chest pressing gently against yours, his lips brushing right against the shell of your ear as he kept up that torturously slow, steady rhythm.
"you feel that, baby?" he whispered against your skin, his tone low and soft. "you feel how tight you are around me, mama? yeah? feel so good..."
the wave hit you all at once, taking your breath straight out of your lungs. you held onto his shoulders urgently, your thighs shaking against his sides as you held on like you were drowning. your inner walls clenched against him in tight, rhythmic pulses.
michael felt every single contraction, drawing a sharp, breathy gasp out of his own chest. he held you right against him, his eyes burning into yours as he drank in the sight of you completely overwhelmed, breathless, and totally his.
"that's it, mama..." he murmured softly, his voice thick with deep satisfaction. "just like that, baby... hold onto me."
short drabble for jaafars birthday. happy birthday to dada.
warnings: oral m!receiving, (con) somnophilia
Jaafar stirred in his sleep, his hands slowly gripping the silky sheets underneath him. His mind was trying to process his dream and the real world. Something was pulling him from his slumber.
He felt bliss, He was aroused and felt warmth. What he wasn’t realizing was his dick was down your throat, you were between his legs, twisting your head around his length as your tongue flicked around his shaft.
Jaafar moaned softly, his eyes fluttered open, he lifted his head and looked down. “Baby?” He whimpered softly.
“Hwappy Birfday.” Your words slurred and mixed, with his cock still in your mouth. He groaned, throwing his head back.
“Fuck.” You hollowed your cheeks to take him even deeper, Jaafar couldn’t help but lazily thrust his hips up.
You stroked and massaged his balls, his hand found your head and pushed you even deeper on his length. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you gagged slightly, tears began to brim in your eyes.
You pulled back and decided to focus only on the tip to tease him, flicking your tongue over the precum that oozed out.
He whimpered, lifting his head back up, “sss- stop t- teasing me.. baby.” You simply smiled at his pleas. He was completely wrecked, his moans were loud and whiny, he couldn’t articulate a full sentence without whimpering between it.
You sucked the tip slowly, before pushing your head all the way back down. Giving him what he wanted, he kept your head at the base of his cock, making you gag.
His dick was covered in your spit, along with your chin that had slowly dripped down your throat. You cupped his balls and toyed with them, his dick twitched signaling he was gonna cum.
You bobbed your head faster, now twisting your head around his length, as your tongue flicked around. The sound of his moans and a loud shlick filled the room.
His hips bucked up and he came down your throat, Jaafar whined loudly, the coil in him released as his body jerked and convulsed. His whimpers were never ending as he came down from his intense high.
You waited until you felt every drop of his cum fill your mouth, before lifting up and swallowing.
You straddled his lap and leaned down, “This might be the best birthday ever.” He murmured, before kissing you and tasting himself on your tongue.
“I was thinking of making it even better.” You mumbled as you pulled back, lazily drawing circles on his chest.
“Oh yeah?” You nod and reach back to wrap your fingers around his length, “I was thinking.. we could go thirty rounds in honor for you turning thirty.” His eyebrows raised as you stroked him slowly, his member slowly becoming erect.
“You think you can handle thirty rounds?” He questioned with a scoff, “I can handle anything for you papi.” He smirked and grabbed ahold of you, flipping you over.
You squealed as your head hit the pillow, and he immediately filled you up.
You two went at it all day, in the kitchen, the bathroom, on the couch, on the floor, against the wall, even on the stairs. You fucked pretty much everywhere.
Summary: Jaafar cry’s when you are upset with him 😛
Warnings: sum angst and alot of fluff
795 wc
Y/n pov
It had been two hours since Jaafar had responded to my last text. Now that we've been engaged for over a year and all of the Michael press had died down it finally felt like a good time to begin planning our wedding.
In just today I had suggested over five possible dates and they were all dismissed for some excuse on why it just wouldn't be able to work. To say I was growing impatient and aggravated was too simple. I understood with his changing career and success that he would be pulled away in all these directions and never once have I ever or will I ever complain, but I wanted something to finally be for us after this long ride, I just wanted to marry my best friend.
In the last two hours I had managed to scream, cry, and even laugh. But now I was busing myself in the kitchen to take my mind off things, I had decided to cook my favorite meal, my southern grandma's baked mac & cheese topped with breadcrumbs and Lana Del Rey was playing so loud from our living room TV that I didn't even hear Jaafar walk in.
"Wow smells amazing baby" he yells over the music, walking into the kitchen. I turn around and grab the remote off of the kitchen island to lower the volume. Still not in the complete mood I tried my best to focus on the cooking. I was trying to keep my guard up but his bright presence and infectious smile were making things all the way harder.
"Is this for dinner?" Jaafar asks, another attempt to start a conversation, "no it's breakfast" I say in complete sarcasm. I turn around before I can even see his reaction to put the mac in the oven, "Well it smells good" he responds. "How was your day?
"It was fine Jaafar" I say my frustration now clearly palpable. It's quiet for a few seconds as I wipe down the counter and put the dishes in the sink to do later. "Did I do something, please tell me so I can make you feel better" Jaafar says walking closer to me. "Do you really want to marry me?" I ask my bottom lip quivering slightly. "What of course how could you ask that" Jaafar responds now cupping the sides of my face as hot tears start to stream down my face.
"It just feels like you don't see it as a priority anymore, and I know your career is taking off but every-time I suggest anything theres always something preventing it" I choke.
Jaafar was quiet for a minute before his eyes started twinkling slightly. "Please don't ever think I don't want you, God its killing me you even thought this" he says tears now streaming down his face. "I have had so many scripts and movie ideas flung my way with no actual dates just estimated guesses so it felt easier to not place anything down yet before I know when I may have to film next" he explains. "But in my heart none of that matters compared to you I need you to know, I'll never walk onto another film set again if you don't want me to, my promise to you is the same as when I first slid this ring on your finger".
Well now we were both sobbing messes, "Jaafar I promise i'm not asking you to give up your career for me" I say chuckling through tears. "You know I'd do it if you asked" he responds, "which is why I won't" I smile to him.
"Id marry you tomorrow if it were up to me" Jaafar says kissing my tear stained cheeks, "I know you would but I need my great big wedding" I say making us both chuckle, "we sorta have to with my dramatic family" he adds.
We moved to the couch, my hands were wrapped around his waist as I snuggled into his chest and friends played quietly on the tv. "What about July the 13th, It's a Saturday it'll be sunny and we can get married in that castle you always wanted" Jaafar suggests making my eyes light up. "Wow that is only five months away" I say registering the date, "I think we can do it, I'll pause all work until every detail is finished" Jaafar states smiling down at me.
"Thank you for listening to me and not making me feel bad about the way I feel" I say more tears threatening to spill out with how gentle and loving he was towards me. "Seeing you upset is a hurt I refuse to get comfortable with" is all Jaafar says before planting a sweet kiss on my lips.
waking dada up with a treat for his thirtieth birthday in italy ;)
warnings: smut warning (mdni), unprotected sex
the first thing you register is the light. shining through the crack in the heavy drapes. spreading across the tangled white sheets, across the scatter of clothes that you’d left on the floor the previous night. and it spreads across jaafar’s face but he doesn’t stir.
you prop yourself up on one elbow, careful, slow, the mattress barely breathing beneath you. your body remembering last night. the pleasant burn in your thighs. the tender spot on your neck where his mouth had lingered too long. you can still taste him on your tongue.
the clock on the nightstand read eight forty seven and you need to be at the boat dock by ten.
you move toward the edge of the bed, in an attempt to get yourself together. before you could go far, jaafar’s arm draped around your waist pulling you back to his chest.
“where you going, mama?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep. he hasn’t even opened his eyes yet
“just to the bathroom, baby.”
his eyes crack open, just a little. his hair is a disaster, flattened on one side, curls crushed against the pillow.
“just five more minutes.” he groans it into the pillow, his arm tightening around your waist.
a laugh escapes you at his stubbornness. “we’re gonna be late.”
one eye opens fully now. he peers at you, then at the window, then back at you. the sleep receding, replaced by a slow, crooked smile that you’ve learned to recognize.
“i guess we have to be quick, then.”
he hand finds the back of your neck and he pulls you in. he kisses you hot and open-mouthed. his tongue sliding against yours. his fingers tangle in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the angle.
you swing a leg over his hips and the sheet falls away. he’s already half-hard beneath you, his dick pressing against the inside of your thigh. the contact draws a sharp exhale from him that you swallow down. your hands on his face, thumbs tracing his jaw, the stubble rough against your palms.
his hand slides up your thigh. his fingertips skim the sensitive skin where your leg meets your hip, and then he finds you—slick and swollen, still tender from the hours before, still wet.
“fuck,” he breathes against your mouth.
you pulled four orgasms from him last night and he gave you five. you’d really lost count somewhere around two a.m., when he’d bent you over the balcony. the memory flashes through you now—the sound of the water against the cliffs, his breath ragged in your ear, the way he’d called out your name.
now it’s morning and he’s hard again and you’re dripping for him like the last eight hours never happened.
“happy birthday, my love,” you whisper against his ear. your teeth graze the lobe.
his grip on your thigh tightens as you rock against him, his hips twitching. the sound he makes isn’t quite a groan and isn’t quite a growl. something in between.
“flip over.”
you do.
the sheets are still warm where his body had been. you press your cheek into the pillow—his pillow, the one that smells like his cologne—and arch your back, presenting yourself to him. the morning light shining across your spine. you hear him shift behind you, the mattress dipping as he rises to his knees.
his palm flattens between your shoulder blades, guiding your chest down, down, until your ass is lifted higher.
“look at you.” his voice has gone rough. “so ready for me.”
two fingers slide through your folds from behind. parting you. he circles your clit once, twice, and your thighs tremble. a broken sound escapes your throat.
he enters you in one smooth stroke. no warning. your fingers curl into the sheets and your eyes squeeze shut and the sound you make is muffled by the pillow. he pauses there, buried deep, letting you adjust. his thighs press against the backs of yours. you can feel him pulse inside you.
“best gift I ever got.” his hand wraps around your wrist. then the other. he gathers both behind your back, crossing them at the small of your spine, pinning them there with one hand. the stretch of it sends a sharp thrill through your shoulders. “this pussy right here.”
he thrusts slow at first, but then deeper, harder, finding the rhythm. the hand not holding your wrists presses down on the back of your neck, gently guiding your face into the pillow.
“been thinking about this all week,” he grits out.
the headboard taps against the wall. a steady, rhythmic knock. you can’t see him from this angle but you can feel him. the the grip of his fingers tightening around your wrists every time you clench around him.
you whimper. unable to speak. words are gone. thoughts gone. there’s only the stretch and the slide and the building pressure low in your belly. the way he knows exactly how to angle his hips to hit that spot that makes your vision spark white.
his free hand leaves your neck. slides down your side, gripping your hip for leverage as he drives into you faster.
the room fills with the sound of your skin on skin. the creak of bedsprings. his breathing, ragged and uneven, mixing with the broken moans spilling from your mouth into the pillow.
“you gonna come for me again, baby?”
you can’t answer. you can barely nod. your thighs are shaking uncontrollably and he’s still going, relentless, murmuring filth into your ear about how perfect you are, how he’s never had anything like you, how he’s going to—
then the doorbell rings and you both freeze, not expecting company. you go rigid beneath him, chest heaving. still on a high.
“ignore it,” he breathes as it rings again.
from somewhere beyond the bedroom door, you hear a voice call out in rapid italian. something about the boat. something about the tide. neither of you care.
jaafar doesn’t pull out. his grip on your wrists doesn’t loosen. he leans closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and his voice is a dark, amused whisper.
pairing: wife!reader x husband!jaafar | gf!reader x bf!jermajesty | fiancee!reader x fiancee!randy jr
summary: three separate blurbs of you doing the "current boyfriend" tik tok prank on your partner.
themes: fluff, established relationships
authors note: i do love this trend, and also coming from this request.
jaafar
“baby, you almost ready?” you hear jaafar call for you from downstairs. you were putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup because jaafar was taking you out to dinner to celebrate your two year anniversary as a married couple. before the two of you left, though, you had one more thing you wanted to do first.
you had been seeing the prank go around on tik tok where girls introduced their partners as their "current boyfriend," and every reaction had been funnier than the last. you especially couldn't wait to try it on jaafar because he wasn't your boyfriend anymore in any sense of the word. he'd been your husband for two years. if anyone was going to have the most confused reaction imaginable, it was going to be him.
you had a pretty nice following on tik tok, not full blown influencer big, but enough that you liked making videos just because they were fun. it had never become your career, and it never needed to. when jaafar proposed, he'd made it clear that if you wanted to work, he would support you completely, but if you ever decided you didn't want to, that was just as okay because he was more than capable of providing for the two of you. it had never been about control with him. it had always been about making sure you knew every choice was yours.
“yeah, baby, i’m coming,” you call back.
after one last swipe of lipstick, you set the tube down and made your way downstairs. the soft click of your heels against the floor was all the warning jaafar needed before he was already crossing the room toward you.
his eyes slowly wandered over you, taking in every detail of your dress until he bit down on his lip, completely captivated. “you look amazing,” he says.
you can't help smiling as you look him over too. dressed in a button up shirt and nice pants, he looked just as handsome as he always did, somehow managing to leave you speechless even after all these years together.
“thank you, baby. you look very delicious,” you say with a wink. his smile immediately spreads across his face, and he ducks his head as a familiar blush creeps into his cheeks beneath your praise. “can we take a quick video before we leave? do we have time? because we look too good not to capture,” you say.
jaafar lets out a quiet laugh before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, settling comfortably against you as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
“of course we can,” he says. you smile, lifting your phone that was already open to tik tok, and finally press record.
“hi guys… as you can see, i’m here with my current boyfriend,” you start.
jaafar’s expression changes immediately. you watch it happen in the corner of your screen as his easy smile disappears, replaced by a look of complete and utter confusion.
“and we’re about to go out to dinner to celebrate our two year anniversary!” you continue with the same bright smile, but beside you, jaafar has already lifted his chin from your shoulder. instead of looking at the camera, he's looking directly at you, his brows drawn together as he tries to process what you just said.
“baby?” he says, confusion laced in his tone.
“hmm?” you ask as you look at him.
“what was that you called me?” he asks.
“my current boyfriend?” you ask. he nods without taking his eyes off you. “yeah, i was just telling my followers that we’re going out to dinner for our anniversary,” you say.
it takes every ounce of self control you have to keep a straight face. your lips threaten to twitch with every passing second because jaafar keeps cycling through a different expression of confusion, his eyes narrowing, then widening, then narrowing again as he silently tries to understand why his wife of two years had suddenly introduced him as her boyfriend... and why, somehow, the word "current" made it sound even more suspicious.
“i’m your husband,” he says.
you nod without missing a beat. “yeah…”
you answer as though that should settle the matter entirely, but it only leaves jaafar looking even more bewildered. he searches your face for some clue that you're joking, some tiny crack in your composure.
“am i being demoted?” jaafar asks. the question catches you completely off guard, and despite how hard you've been trying to hold it together, a laugh slips past your lips.
“no, of course not… what do you mean?” you ask.
“well current boyfriend sounds like i’m not your husband and that you might have another boyfriend on the way,” he says. your heart almost melts right there.
the sincerity in his confusion only makes it harder to keep the prank going because he's trying so earnestly to make sense of something that, in his mind, simply doesn't add up.
“well no, you’re my current boyfriend,” you say.
“i’m your husband of two years… i haven’t been your boyfriend in nearly 4 years, because i spent a year as your fiance,” he says.
another smile tugs at your lips. he's unintentionally laying out the entire relationship timeline like he's presenting evidence in court, hoping that if he explains it logically enough, you'll realize where you've misspoken.
“okay, baby, can i just finish making my video about where we’re going?” you ask.
“yeah, i want to finish the video, but why are you saying i’m your current—” he cuts himself off. his eyes flick down to your phone, lingering there for just a second before realization begins to settle across his face. the confusion slowly dissolves, replaced by a look that makes your stomach tighten because you know exactly what's coming.
he looks back at you. “are you pranking me right now?” he asks.
every bit of laughter you've been fighting spills out at once, leaving you doubled over as the sound echoes through the room. the effort of keeping a straight face disappears completely, and tears begin gathering in your eyes from laughing so hard.
jaafar just shakes his head with an amused smile before taking your phone from your hands. he turns it back toward himself and looks straight into the camera.
“just to let it be known, i am her one and only husband, and that’s never changing,” jaafar says. he ends the recording before handing your phone back to you.
your smile softens as you rise onto your toes to kiss him. the second your lips meet, one of his hands settles more securely around your waist, drawing you closer until there's barely any space left between you.
“i love you, silly girl,” jaafar says as he shakes his head. your grin only grows wider.
“i love you, more… current boyfriend,” you tease. jaafar drops his head with another laugh, already knowing you were going to get one last jab in.
“girl, get your ass in the car,” he says.
your giggles follow the two of you all the way out of the house, lingering between teasing smiles, stolen glances, and the easy kind of happiness that made even a simple drive to your anniversary dinner feel like something worth remembering.
jermajesty:
unfortunately, jermajesty didn’t know that he was about to become the latest victim of one of your tik tok pranks. you had been watching video after video of the "current boyfriend" trend, and every single reaction had you laughing harder than the last. almost immediately, you knew jermajesty had to be next.
when you head downstairs into the living room of your shared apartment, you find jermajesty exactly where you expected him to be, stretched out on the couch with a controller in his hands, completely invested in whatever game he was playing.
phone still in your hand, you walk over without saying a word and he doesn't have to look away from the screen to know you're there.
without pausing his game, jermajesty immediately lifts his arms, silently inviting you into the familiar spot between his legs. you settle comfortably against his chest, and as soon as you're situated, his arms naturally fall back around your waist, holding you there like it's the only place you're meant to be.
you open tik tok, smiling to yourself when you feel him press an absentminded kiss against your temple before returning his attention to the game.
“you gonna make a new video, mama?” he asks when he catches a glimpse of your phone screen and notices the app already open.
“yeah, i was gonna do a storytime about how my homegirl almost got in that fight the last time we went out,” you say. his laugh rumbles through his chest, and you feel every bit of it where you're leaning against him.
“yeah, they’re gonna love that one,” he says. your smile grows a little more mischievous knowing he can't see it, and you finally hit record.
“hey guys… i promised you a storytime, but there was someone who didn’t want to be left out,” you say. you hear jermajesty laugh again, so you tilt the camera up just enough to bring more of his face into frame. “so, as i sit there snuggled up to my current boyfriend while he plays video games, let me tell y’all what happened last week,” you say.
the words barely finish leaving your mouth before the clicking of his controller stops and his game is instantly paused.
you don't even have to turn around to know he's staring at you because you can already see his expression in your phone screen. his brows knit together, his mouth parts slightly, and every trace of focus he'd had on the game disappears as his brain completely abandons the mission in favor of figuring out what on earth you just said.
“hold on… what the hell did you just call me?” he asks. there isn't a hint of irritation in his voice. if anything, he sounds genuinely blindsided, like he's convinced he must have misheard you.
“my current boyfriend?” you say as you tilt your head back to look at him. the look on his face nearly breaks your composure. he's studying you so seriously, searching for some explanation that makes more sense than the words he just heard.
“what does current mean? you got another man lined up after me or something?” he asks. you shake your head innocently.
“no, i was just saying, i was going to tell my current boyfriend, you, and my followers the story,” you say.
jermajesty shakes his head, trying not to laugh even as his confusion continues winning the battle. “we’ve been together for five years,” he says.
you nod. “i know,” you say.
“so why you saying i’m your current boyfriend like you’re gonna replace me?” he asks. you shake your head again.
“no, you’re not being replaced, you’re my current boyfriend,” you say.
his eyebrows pull together even more as he looks at you, then at your phone, then back at you again. you can practically see the gears turning as he tries to connect the dots, and the second his eyes land on the screen one more time, realization begins creeping across his face.
“baby, are you fucking with me right now? stop saying i’m your current boyfriend,” he says. the second those words leave his mouth, your self control completely disappears.
laughter spills out of you before you can stop it, your shoulders shaking as you lean back against him. hearing you laugh is all jermajesty needs to confirm his suspicion because he starts laughing too, tightening his arms around your waist until you're practically trapped against his chest.
still chuckling, he reaches forward and looks straight into your phone's camera. “for the record, i’m her only boyfriend and i will be her husband,” he says before he ends the recording.
your laughter fades almost instantly, instead, warmth rushes into your cheeks as you turn to look at him, caught completely off guard by how naturally those words came out of his mouth.
“really?” you ask.
he nods before leaning down to kiss you. the moment his lips meet yours, you melt into him instinctively, every bit as comfortable there as you had been curled against him only moments earlier.
“mama, you’re mine forever whether you like it or not. i love you,” he says.
your smile softens into something quieter, something full of the kind of certainty that only comes after years of growing up together, choosing each other every day, and somehow still finding new reasons to fall in love. you snuggle deeper into his chest as he unpauses his game, his arm never leaving your waist.
“i love you too, maj.”
randy jr:
you were in randy’s car. you two were heading to hayvenhurst to meet the rest of the family for a fourth of july cookout. your phone was already propped up in the holder attached to the air vent while you fixed your hair, using the front facing camera on tik tok as a mirror while randy finished grabbing a few things from inside the house.
the driver's side door opened a moment later, and the second he settled into his seat, he leaned across the center console, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “you ready?” he asks.
you turn toward him with a grin. “yes, but let’s take a cute video together first… you know my tik tok followers love you,” you say.
randy lets out an amused laugh, already shaking his head because he knows exactly where this is going.
the first time he'd accidentally appeared in one of your videos, your comment section had practically exploded. thankfully, your followers were respectful, but ever since then they'd constantly ask when randy was going to make another appearance.
in reality, though, it wasn't so much that he liked making videos as much as he loved indulging you. if you wanted to drag him into another couples trend, he'd sigh dramatically, tease you for five seconds, and then do it anyway because seeing you happy was worth every ounce of embarrassment.
“of course, i can’t disappoint my fans,” he teases.
you roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling. “whatever, boy,” you say as you hit record. randy leans over once more, stealing another kiss against your cheek before settling back into his seat, and your smile widens as you turn the camera toward the two of you.
“hey guys… happy fourth of july. i’m here with my current boyfriend randy, and we’re gonna head to his family’s house for a cookout and pool party,” you say with an easy smile.
you're so focused on sounding natural that you don't notice the way randy's expression changes almost instantly. his head slowly tilts toward you, his brows pulling together as he replays your words in his head, genuinely trying to figure out if he somehow heard you wrong.
“hold on… what did you just say?” he asks, a small, disbelieving laugh slipping into his voice. you blink at him with practiced innocence.
“i said me and my current boyfriend, which is you, we’re going to your family’s house for the cookout… is that not what we’re doing?” you ask.
randy studies you for another second before one eyebrow slowly lifts. “yes… that’s where we’re going. can i see your hand real quick?” he asks.
the second he says it, you already know exactly what he's thinking, and instead of giving him the hand he wants, you stretch your right hand toward him.
he looks down at it, then back up at you, completely unimpressed. “you know what hand i’m asking for, girl,” he says.
the tiny smile threatening your lips only grows as you finally place your left hand in his. he takes it gently, lifting it in front of your phone so the engagement ring catches the camera perfectly.
“now, everyone, i have a question. if this ring is on her left hand… why am i being called a current boyfriend?” he asks.
it's so unmistakably randy that you nearly lose it right there. he isn't even arguing with you anymore. he's presenting physical evidence to your followers, completely convinced that the ring alone should settle the debate.
you bite down on your lip so hard it almost hurts, doing everything you can to keep yourself from laughing.
“baby, stop come on, let’s just finish the video,” you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. you turn back toward your phone with remarkable composure. “okay, like i was saying, going to my current boyfriend’s family’s house for a cookout and a pool party,” you say.
randy lets out another incredulous laugh before turning fully toward you. “baby!” he exclaims.
“what?” you ask as you look at him.
“i just showed them the ring, they know i’m not your boyfriend, stop with the current boyfriend bull,” he says. the sheer disbelief on his face finally breaks whatever composure you had left.
a fit of giggles escapes you as you turn toward him, your shoulders shaking while he watches you with the kind of smile that says he should've known this whole thing had your fingerprints all over it.
he lets out a quiet sigh through his own laughter before looking directly into your phone. “this is my wife, and she’s not going anywhere,” randy says. your laughter softens as you look back at him, one eyebrow lifting.
“oh, so i’m a hostage now?” you tease.
randy immediately shakes his head, laughing harder now as he reaches over and gives your thigh an affectionate squeeze.
“stop playing with me, girl.”
the two of you dissolve into laughter together, and somewhere between the teasing, the engagement ring still sparkling on your hand, and the way he couldn't stop smiling at you even after you'd successfully gotten him with the prank, you realize this is exactly why your followers loved seeing him in your videos.
every trend somehow stopped being about the camera after a few seconds and became about the two of you, slipping so effortlessly into the comfortable rhythm you'd built together that it was impossible to fake.
🍫summary: Your period is on the way and you know from the sore ache from your nipples. Your lovely bestfriend, Michael, is itching to help and you know just the way!
The smell of Chinese food filled the cozy living room, and the laughing soundtrack played from the television. The soundtrack was layered mixing in with Michael’s boisterous laugh next to you.
It was another Friday night, you had the house to yourself, and you didn’t waste any time to invite your best friend over. He showed up with Chinese takeout in his hand, and a big grin on his face.
Both of you sat on the carpet, played a random sitcom, and tore into the delicious food that he got from a hole in the wall Chinese restaurant nearby.
This was the usual, along with your occasional needy staring that he has yet to notice. Your bottom lip found purchase between your teeth, tasting the salt from the soy sauce you recently consumed.
Your eyes skimmed down the veins in his arms, peeking from under his brown complexion. His slender fingers that held the plastic fork. His pink tongue slipping out to quickly lap at the small piece of rice on the corner of his mouth.
You needed that. Badly.
“Ugh I’m stuffed.” Michael groaned closing the white takeout box and setting it on your wooden coffee table. He leaned against the bottom of the couch, pressing his curly coils against the cushion as he rubbed his stomach.
“Me too.” You agreed, reaching to set your takeout plate on the table aswell but you paused with a sharp hiss. The bloody devil called a period was on the rise and the very hard, sore peaks that pressed against your shirt didn’t feign to remind you.
“Are you okay?” Michael’s head shot up hearing the painful sound you emitted. You glanced at him and nodded, “Yea, just my period is coming so I’m a bit sore.” You explained.
Michael nodded slowly, glancing over you for a peace of mind to see if you were outwardly okay. His eyes did land on the small pebbles pressed against your cotton shirt but to remain respectful he looked away.
“Do you need anything?” He asked, scooting a bit closer. For a second you genuinely thought of something that could relax you. Hot tea? A heating pad? Chocolate? Those all sound great but when you looked at Michael, and the slight sheen from him licking his lips that all went out the window.
You see his eyes glance to your nipples, not lingering on them for even a split second out of fear of sexualizing you. "Actually, you can help." You smiled. He looked at you with an eagerness, being one that loves to please others.
"What is it?" His voice seemed lighter, and he set his palm on your bare knee. Your pajama shorts suddenly felt too thin and flimsy as you felt yourself grow damp from the feeling of his touch. "My nipples are really aching"
Michael's eyes widened at the confession, and he fought hard to not shift his attention downward to the clear proof of your words. He swallowed his nerves, keeping his focus on your face. "O-oh, do you need ice or something?"
His concerned expression only brought another wave of heat through you. Michael wasn’t dumb but he was definitely naive. Naive enough to do whatever his best friend says and takes it as truth.
“I heard a relief is like a warm suction.” You told him, a playful glint wavering in your eyes. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his eyes. “Warm suction?” He questioned.
“Yeah, like…sucking on them.”
He stared at you for a split second and his eyes widened with the tiniest gasp. “Like with my mouth?”
You nodded quickly, placing your hands in your lap. “I know friends help each other and you want to help right?” You reached to caress his wrist, his skin was soft and supple to the touch.
His words were caught in his throat, face burning from getting so intimate with you. But as your friend it was his duty to help you. He nodded his head, hyperaware of the air feeling thicker.
You gave him a warm, comforting smile, which also secretly hid the joy you find in having him in the palm of your hand. You grasped your tee shirt, tugging it over your head and you felt the cool breeze glide against your nipples.
It was a small amount of relief but it only made them more rigid. Michael practically drooled at your chocolate aerolas but shut his mouth realizing he’s supposed to be helping.
He felt weird looking at his bestfriend in this way, he hoped you couldn’t tell. He watched as you laid flat on the floor, and the tv fell to background noise.
The carpet felt fuzzy and rough against your back but that was the least of your worries. You just wanted to feel Michael’s mouth on you.
“Go ahead, just be gentle.”
Michael let out a shaky breath, crawling closer towards you before laying flat on his stomach. His mouth hovered right above your nipple and he looked at you for a final hint of permission.
You looked at his doe eyes, filled with curiosity and you nodded at him. Taking a deep breath, his tongue hesitantly licked at your peak making you gasp. The warm, wet sensation actually did provide relief to the ache.
But it came with pleasure. Too much of it.
Once he knew you were okay with his actions, he lapped a bit more confidently against your nipple. He swirled his tongue gently around the tip before sucking it into his mouth.
You clenched your eyes tightly, hands finding a grip on the short strands of the carpet. You couldn’t help but suck on your bottom lip to pacify your moans.
Michael’s eyes were closed as he created a small suction, sucking your nipple into his mouth. It felt beady, and fleshy, it was satisfying to him.
Your thighs clenched in hopes of finding relief from the sensation of your clit. Wet smacking noises hit your ears and you felt a small layer of spit coat the nub.
You tried to pant quietly but it felt so good, you probably could’ve came right there. Michael lifted his head to check on you, a faint line of spit connecting your nipple to his mouth, stretching until it snapped
A small breeze passed over your nipple once it was removed from his warm tongue and a shiver went up your spine. “Am I doing okay? Does it still hurt?” He asked. Small wet marks were across his chin and jaw, shining in glistening spit but the concern from his eyes never left.
It was a lovely sight to see. “You’re doing great, they’re feeling better,” you were itching to feel him again, and his passion to help made it no better. “Can you do the other one, please? This one is really sore.” You added a small pout for extra measure.
He didn’t hesitate nodding and shifting to the other side, and you stared in a daze of lust. In Michael’s caring fashion, he splayed his fingers on the underside of your boob.
“Is this making you uncomfortable?” He asked but all you could focus on was the way his fingers gently pressed against you. You wanted to feel them inside of you in all honesty.
“No, Mikey, go ahead.” You let out a shaky breath. His tongue once again slithered out, lapping at your nipple but with no hesitation. His eyes closed once again as if it was a calming moment to him, a contrast to your raging hormones.
His tongue slowly circled the nub, and it was one of the most intimate things you ever saw. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way his soft lips were separated, and his fingers gently massaged your skin, you felt a ball in your stomach. If he kept going you were going to cum right there on the floor, and you know you couldn't hide it.
A small wave of panic and arousal hit you at the same time, should you stop him? It felt so good you never wanted to stop but you also did not want to have an orgasm in front of him.
His lips wrapped around your nipple, suckling it into his mouth and releasing with a small pop. He repeated the action and your eyes rolled back. Your hand flew to his hair, gently grasping his curls.
“Michael, don’t stop.” You sighed. You’re so glad he didn’t ask questions. He just continued his actions, and his head began to slightly move in the process. He was truly getting into it as if he was licking ice cream.
He flicked your nipple with the tip of his tongue and your hips rocked back and forth as if you were grinding on something. God, you wish you were.
You took the hand across your underboob and and trailed it across your soft skin to your other nipple. “Can you rub it for me?” You asked, out of breath clearly. Michael was too caught up in his helpful activities to pay attention that you were on the verge of cumming right before his eyes.
His long fingers circled your other nipple, gently rolling it between his index and thumb. Your lips automatically folded inward, holding back your moans with everything you got.
The soft wet lapping mixed with his fingers and the fact it was Michael had you snap in an instant. You couldn’t fight the small whimper that tumbled from your mouth, and the way you clenched around nothing.
Your stomach contracted and your eyes rolled back as your legs slightly shook making Michael look at you. To see his surprise, you were in absolute bliss writhing on the floor under him.
“Are you okay?” He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder. You finally were pulled out of the clouds, trying to catch your breath. He noticed your glazed over eyes, your swollen lips from you biting on them, and the tremble in your thighs.
The Chinese food was long cold now along with the staticky tv that shut off in the midst. “I’m okay,” you panted. “Did I help atleast?”
“You helped a lot,” you felt your orgasm slowly seep out of your entrance and pooling in your underwear, and another idea popped into your head.
“I have another ache though, can you help?” You asked him with a tilt of your head.
“Of course, where?”
You reached and grasped his warm hand, and his eyes followed your movements.
You watched his face transform as you guided him to your tummy.
A look of concern.
You trailed it farther down to the waistband of your shorts.
A look of confusion.
Finally, you slipped his hand inside of your shorts letting him feel your soaked pussy.
Summary: You and Michael have always practiced safe sex and protection using condoms. However, tonight, Michael forgets the one thing preventing you two from becoming parents ;) (Wrap it up, people!)
Content: Smut! P n V penetration, Subby switch! Mike, consensual unprotected sex, breeding, dirty talking (he’s a talker hehe), begging, male whimpering, teasing, “just the tip”/sensory play, petname (just mama), back shots, praising, a lil masturbation ig, post conception
No ai use! Fuck ai
made this with the thought of OTW/Thriller era, but honestly it can be whatever era you'd like it to be, lovely~ Enjoy ᥫ᭡.
Otw/Thriller! Michael x Reader
(If you are a minor, please go the fuck away and dni)
ᥫ᭡. The lamp on your nightstand flickered a dimmed glow softly as the sound of raindrops outside tapped against your window. It was the middle of the night, and you and Michael were in your bed, shifting and mingling above sheets and blankets amongst the plushies. You moaned heavily against each other’s lips, exchanging soft kisses that soon deepened into a full out make-out sesh as both of your hands roamed each other's semi-nude bodies with curiosity and need. Michael was shirtless, only in his jeans as he hovered over your body that was stripped of everything but your undergarments. Your body squirmed underneath as his hips gently grind against your groin area, continuing to press gentle kisses to your lips before trailing them to your jawline, leaving a soft kiss there and soon pulling back slightly to gaze into your eyes with his big, doe-like ones.
"Stay right here, pretty..." He whispers, placing a final peck on your soft lips before pulling away, scooting off of the bed and making his way to his black coat that rested over the armrest of your vanity chair. He left you on the bed where you laid on your side, watching him pick up his coat and slip his hand inside the inner pockets. Michael’s brows knit together, his motions pausing briefly before he slipped his hand into the other coat pocket, searching for whatever he was after before letting out a gasp of disbelief.
"I could’ve sworn I had it with me." He mutters to himself before shoving his hand into the inner pockets of his coat. You watched him rummage through the coat before tossing it onto the chair soon patting himself down and digging into his pants pockets. It was clear that whatever he was searching for was weighing heavily on his mind.
"W... What is it, Mike?" You ask, propping your body upwards with one of your elbows. Michael’s head snapped towards you, his eyes widening and cheeks flushing in a deep red shade.
"I... I forgot it..." He murmurs lowly, his eyes expanding the more he confessed.
"What do you mean you forgot it?"
"I mean, I forgot to grab the rubber on my nightstand." Michael’s hand slapped to his forehead before sliding down over his face. He let out a groan as he shook his head from side to side, feeling frustrated that he left behind the one thing he was supposed to bring for this moment. "How could I be so forgetful and stupid..." He muttered into his palm.
You tilted your head to the side, giving a genuine look of concern. One thing you absolutely hated was when Michael would beat himself up over the smallest inconveniences. In your eyes, he was just a sweet, hardworking boy who never got a break on anything, and all you wanted was to lift his spirits and alleviate his worries. A sudden idea sparked in your mind, turning your frown into a grin. You slid off the bed and walked over to Michael, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close.
"It's okay, baby… you know there's a way for us to be careful without using protection," you murmured, slowly leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his neck. His head snapped towards you as his eyebrows knit together in oblivious wonder.
"Is there?" he whispered. You simply nod while the corner of your lips twitched, struggling to hold back a giggle from how naïve the young boy was. It was cute. You took his large hand in your small one with a tug.
"Sure, there is, Mike.... now here, Lemme show you." You slowly pull Michael towards the bed and onto the sheets with him falling on top of you.
"Are you sure this gonna work?" Michael whispered quietly, a wave of nervousness washing over him at the idea you introduced to him moments ago. Growing up majorly sheltered, He was unaware of the so-called “only the tip” method. His knowledge was limited to the basics of conception and the thought of having unprotected sex, along with the possible consequences if you guys weren’t careful, made him feel a bit uneasy. He couldn’t imagine dealing with a sudden pregnancy announcement at this age, the judgment from the public, and most of all, the reaction from you and Michael’s parents—especially his mother, Katherine, a strict Jehovah’s Witness who firmly believed no child should be born out of wedlock.
Even though this was an act so daring yet natural, Michael was determined to make you feel good in any way he could. No matter how risky it might be.
"Don't worry, baby... I've read about this method in a magazine once. It's supposed to work." you shrugged your shoulders, reassuring the nervous boy with a smile. Michael gave a slight nod before shifting his eyes down to his briefs and hesitantly pulling them down. This wasn’t his first time making love to you; in fact, he’d lost his innocence the moment you became a couple, all thanks to you. He just never practiced being intimate without any protection. It was a bold idea, and he wasn’t even sure if the method you suggested would even work, but he was willing to give it a try.
You slowly peeled off your bra along with your underwear, throwing them to the side of the bed and spreading your leg apart to expose your gaped pussy, inviting him closer to your aroma. Michael took that chance, adjusting himself in between your legs. He bit down on his bottom lip, directing the head of his exposed cock to the center of your wet entrance as he gave the end of his shaft the company of his other hand. A small whimper escaped his lips once he felt his sensitive tip gently press against the tight folds of your pussy, slowly pushing inside until it was no longer visible.
He let his head fall back as his needy whimpers soon grew into loud groans that synced with your soft moans. The feeling of your pussy tightening around his sensitive tip made him tremble, his mind swirling in a daze of pure lust and exhilaration as his hips bucked forward, only to feel your hand press against his navel, stopping him from going any further.
"Only the tip, Michael..." you remind him as your eyes shift up to his focused face that only melted once his tip slipped inside your entrance again. He was only an inch inside and still it felt like heaven to him. He wanted to lose control and just stuff all of himself inside your tight pussy but instead he chose to hold back his primal urges for now, letting his tip fall back out with a string of your natural juices sticking to it before breaking apart.
"oh-fuck-" Michael choked out. "You're already so wet for me, mama~"
"Just like that, Mikey~" You moaned as you felt the head of his cock dip back inside your gaping pussy once again before retracting back with only a simply tug. Michael's eyebrows knitted together as he let out a long sigh. His hand squeezed your inner thigh tightly as his other hand stroked the end of his shaft, imagining what the erotic sensation of having all your juices coating his throbbing cock would feel like. He could only imagine how tight yet slick your pussy would be, taking all of him inside you. His now swollen tip that rested against your delicate pussy throbbed franticly before he pushed back inside the slit of your cunt, feeling your warm juices gush around his tip as he began to pump in and out of your slick entrance with a disciplined pace.
“T-this feels too good, mama...” Michael groaned. "Almost like the real thing...."
"See, It's not even fully inside." You huffed, feeling yourself grow more aroused. You let your eyes fall down to the open gap between your bodies below watching Michael stroke himself at a fast pace as the tip of his cock pressed against your labia that glistened with your heat of juices. Michael's other hand released from your thigh, now traveling up to your breasts, gently messaging and palming them. A shudder passed through your lips, parting into a gasp as you felt him push his tip back inside your entrance, this time, deeper than before, then quickly pulling back out. A desperate groan escaped Michael’s lips as his eyes shut tightly.
"I really want to stuff all of me inside this pretty pussy- But I... I can't-" Michael moaned, letting his hips bucked foreword. You felt his tip gently stroke against your throbbing clit with desperation. Your eyes than shifted up at him and from your view, it looked like the poor boy was going to pop just from the overstimulation of his bare tip grinded against the wet flesh of your warm pussy. His face was a deep red as whimpers and sighs escaped his mouth.
"You're doing amazing..." You assure before reaching your hand out to his face, gently squeezing his cheek. "How about we try another position, love?"
Michael looks down at you with low eyes before nodding. He pulls himself off of you, letting you prop yourself upwards and turn around on your elbows and knees. Your back was arched in a perfect curve as your ass was now facing Michael, which caused his eyes to bulge out of the sockets of his skull. He was glued to the suggestive view in front of him, watching your slick pussy now drip from your heated wetness. He repositions himself above, pressing his stiff tip against your wet slit once again.
“You look amazing like this, mama~” he moans as he slowly pushes his tip inside your walls before withdrawing back. Both of your moans filled the air as he continued plunging himself inside your intoxicating heat repeatedly while his hand squeezed your side tightly, balancing his trembling legs as he fought the urge to let go and take control each time he buried his tip inside your warm, slick pussy. You moaned lowly through your teeth as you felt his tip thrust inside your walls, stretching only your entrance apart before pulling out. This left you feeling starved for what you craved most. You wanted to feel his raw cock fill you up whole, making you scream and shudder with pleasure as you took every inch of him, but you didn't want to admit that. You couldn't.
So, you decided to tease him, letting your hips rock back onto his cock, taking two inches deeper than intended with his sensitive tip now deep inside your tight walls. This made Michael go crazy, his moans growing louder and echoing every corner of the room before gripping your ass cheek and pushing you away. His hips bucked back violently with a loud wet--pop- noise as his cock slipped out of your pussy, his shaft now covered in more of your lude juices.
"No-No! Don't do that, Mama!” He whines. You only respond with a giggle, resting your chin on your knuckles, enjoying the sudden reaction. He was so sensitive and eager for more, and you knew it. You simply wanted to tease him and watch him squirm helplessly.
"Do what?" You playfully questioned. "I'm only helping, Mikey~"
Michael paused, his hands gently squeezing your sides. Even though he made a weak attempt at protesting, he still let you continue to toy with him, rocking your hips up and down on his shaft. You could feel his tip press against your wet labia before slipping inside your pussy each time you dropped your hips briefly before lifting yourself up again. Michael let out a shudder as his stiff cock jerked upwards, throbbing for any attention you were willing to give him.
"Dear God, Mama... You're teasing me..." He whines louder. A giggle escapes your lips as you continued to bounce yourself on his cock, his tip now coated in a shiny layer of your natural juices as he throbbed inside your walls. It didn’t take long for Michael to slip back into the movement, thrusting his hips to your rhythm as his hand slid down to your hip, giving a firm squeeze.
"Oh, God it feels too good, mama... I need to feel all of you..." Michael whimpered pitifully as he continued to push his tip inside your wet entrance that allured him to go deeper before pulling back out again, repeating the movement. The sensation of your walls hugging tightly around his tip, gripping his sensitive skin before letting him go drove him crazy. He didn't want more. He needed more. He needed to give you all of him without being held back. Michael felt his legs grow wobblily like jelly as he stuffed his tip inside your entrance again, slightly an inch deeper before pulling out again, stroking the rest of his cock with his hand.
"You want to go inside deeper, don't you, Mikey?" you moaned, looking over your shoulder as you felt your back arch more. You watched the facial expressions painted on Michael's face that read pure ecstasy, his eyes closed shut yet his mouth quivered in a pouty expression. It was clear that Michael wanted to push that barrier. The limit. And you couldn't help but to tease him about it.
"It feels so good." Michael only repeated, his eyes still shut as he continued to push only his tip inside of your folds. "I need to feel more of you princess..."
"Just earlier you were unsure about it." You teased more in a protesting manner, letting your hips rock back and forth to his rhythm to purposefully let him slip inside deeper. Michael only replied with a loud and long whimper as he continued to thrust, his hips bucking back violently once he felt himself sink inside more.
"I..I-don't even care about it anymore, mama...I... I need to feel all of this sweet.... sweet pussy on me..." He struggled with his words as his mind was somewhere else. More focused on the sensation of your ass moving back and forth on his cock, swallowing an inch or more of his shaft inside your pussy as his tip was now buried inside the tight grip of your walls. He winced at the feeling as his hand gripped tighter around his shaft, stroking firmly. His other hand moved to your round ass, squeezing and pulling at the skin before cocking his hand back and slamming it back down, giving your ass a stern and loud -smack- before picking up the pace of his thrusts.
"f-fuck!" A loud moan escaped your lips in reaction to the sudden spank to your ass. Your skin tingled with pain before it was eased by the gentle caress of Michael's fingers. You felt him shift his weight above you, leaning in close to your ear as his pants and whimpers became clearer and consistent.
"You're gonna let me go deeper, mama? Say it. Say that I can go deeper!" Michael moaned, begging for your approval of entrance as he felt his tip bury inside the folds of your pussy. He knew that you were teasing him with the grinding, accepting his eagerness. And he only wanted to hear it from your lips that you'll let him in. All of him in. His hips bucked forward, pushing his cock a few inches deeper before pulling back. "Tell me... Please tell me!"
“Yes, Baby Go deeper!” You wailed, looking over your shoulder and into his eyes. “I’m all yours.”
Once you gave in to his wishes of stuffing your pussy, he shifted into an entirely new person. His whimpers faded away and was bow replaced by heavy, uneven breaths. He couldn't control himself any longer, pulling the tip of his stiff dick out your entrance one final time before slamming himself back inside your pussy, this time all the way with a slow and deep thrust. He was going to give it all, without anything or either of you holding him back from this moment.
You couldn't help but let out a cry as your head instantly fell into the pillow below. Your moans and whimpers were now buried into the plush as you could feel your pussy open and adapt to Michael's thick raw cock filling you up with all of his 9 inches. Michael groaned, feeling your warm pussy grip around his shaft with such pleasure as your warm juices gushed all over his thick shaft. He adjusted himself with careful, gentle strokes before speeding up his pace, bucking his hips deeper into your wetness until he was balls deep.
"You feel so good, mama! Mmfh-Thank you so much!" Michael moaned, his eyes shut tightly as he let his head fall back. Both of your moans and screams synced together, followed by Michael’s repeated cries of “thank you” and “I love you,” filling the room with warmth and erotic aroma. His eyes shot open and fell down to the view below him, watching his cock slip in and out of your soaked pussy with his shaft now covered in a coat of your cream and natural lubricant. Your back was fully arched now with his huge hand gripping your ass cheek firmly as he continued to pound into you. He loved this view. He loved taking the little control that he had upon you in this position while watching your ass bounce back onto his cock.
"Mmph..That's right, Mama~" He huffed, the corner of his lips now curved into a devious grin. "Take all of me~"
He gave your ass another harsh slap, continuing to stuff his raw dick inside your precious pussy with each stroke. Your moans and cries were like music to his ears, and he enjoyed giving you every moment of satisfaction with more than just his tip. He could feel your walls throb and tighten around his cock as your whines grew louder into screams.
By now, you were a moaning mess, pulling on the sheets and blankets below as your legs grew weak from every thrust. Michael was merciless with his movement, gripping your hips with his hand as he repeatedly thrusted his cock inside of you, his balls now slapping your swollen clit as his tip kissed your cervix, now with a point to prove. You felt your legs tremble with a familiar tight knot feeling building up inside of you, signaling that you were shamefully close to your climax.
"I'm gonna cum, baby! keep going!" You wail out as your body began to twitch around his cock. From behind, you heard a chuckle escape Michael’s lips before giving your ass another harsh -slap-.
"Already?" Despite his teasing, Michael followed your orders, continuing to stroke his cock in and out of your needy pussy with dominance until you felt your body shake, letting your juices release all over him and coat his flesh with your creamy cum.
"There you go, mama...let it all out for me~" Michael praised, letting his dick slip out of your soaked pussy, pressing and slapping his sensitive tip against the folds of your swollen lips before pushing himself back inside your walls, continuing to pound in a faster pace. He was in heaven, feeling his raw cock stuff inside your creamy walls made him go insane. It was a natural feeling, yet something he’s never experienced up until this very moment. To him, this was way more than the regular sex you guys had before. This was something way more intimate. More special.
“Fuck, this creamy pussy is wrapped tightly around my cock, baby... I need you” Michael let out a whine as you felt his cock throb and jerk frantically inside of your pussy. This was a signal that he was also close to his climax and ready to release. And, with the moment he was in right now, you knew he wasn't planning on letting his seed out anywhere other than your tight pussy that was prepared to take all of his seed in your womb. You looked over your shoulder and watched his scrunched-up face with his eyes squeezed shut. His teeth bit down harsh on his bottom lip, while the corner of his mouth twitched. You could see bullets of sweat form on his forehead while his face flushed a crimson color. He
"Goddamn, (y/n) ... I'm so close, mama~" He admitted with a breathless whimper, yet never slowed down his pace. Instead, his thrusts became sloppier and rough as his body trembled above you. His hands were frantic to grip on any bit of skin he could place them on, squeezing your sides, hips, and ass. "Look at what you're doing to me with this sweet pussy of yours, mama."
The sound of wet skin repeatedly slapping against each other filled the room accompanied by your moans and cries. He continued to plunge all of his dick inside your wet core, making you take every bit of him that he could give. With an attempt to slow him down, you reached back letting your fingertips press his stomach before feeling him grip your wrist and wrap it around your back, continuing to mercilessly pound your pussy into the mattress.
"M-Mikey!" You screamed.
“B-been teasing me this whole t-time, mommy… with this nice ass and deep pussy...oh- I wanna release all my cum inside you!” Michael groaned, his thrusts becoming less focused and sloppier. “A-and I want you to take it!”
"B-Baby!” You shout, your eyes now rolled back to your skull as your mind started to become hazy in thought.
"I can't hold back... It feels too good, s-so wet...s-so w-warm, baby.!" He grunted, throwing his head back once again as pitiful moans and whines left his mouth like a spell. “I want you to take it for me, mama!”
"M-Michael-Y-you're supposed to pull ou-" Your protest quickly turned into screams and cries as Michael's thrusts turned even more animalistic. His tip repeatedly hit your sweet spot with his hips picking up a faster pace. You bit down on your bottom lip as pitiful cries escaped your throat. From behind you felt him lean down, grabbing a handful of your hair into a ponytail and pulling it back as he continued to stuff his dick inside your poor, breeding pussy. You wanted to shout at him for ignoring you, but deep down you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You were enjoying the moment just as much as he was, and, in fact, you liked the sudden domination he had upon you. It was a turn on like no other.
"You feel so good, mommy... I can't dare to release anywhere but inside this creamy pussy! F-fuck-want to plant all of my offspring inside of you, mama." He moaned lowly. "I-I want you to have all of my babies!"
Michael's hips bucked foreword with force as he began to jackhammer his cock inside your pussy. Your screams and moans only grew louder mixing with the vulgar noises of wet skin slapping against each other. With impulse, Michael used one of his hands on your hips to pull you backwards onto his cock, closing the gap in between the skin of as hips and your ass now connected with wetness and his rough thrusts. You could feel his cock pump inside your walls, throbbing frantically for climax.
"Oh, fuck, baby! Take all of my seed-take it all-Ahh!" Michael pumped a final time before his hips slammed into your backside with force, causing your body to sink into the mattress. His head was thrown back as a series of his pitiful moans echoed the room while ropes of his warm seed painted the inside your walls. His body trembled as he shifted his weight onto you, now leaning down and resting his head on your back while his cock stayed buried inside your warm, filled walls. He couldn’t dare to let himself off until every bit of his cum was filled up inside of your womb.
His moans then died down to small pants and sighs, placing a small kiss on your back and whispering “I love you.” into your skin before lifting himself up. He pulled himself out with a loud -pop- noise while his eyes were fixed to your swollen pussy that was now brimmed up with his cum. He exhaled a sigh of satisfaction before collapsing onto the bed, his mind now clouded and dazed as he stared up at the ceiling.
Your legs were growing numb from soreness as a mixture of your fluids and Michael's seed slowly oozed out of your now bred pussy, dripping onto the sheets. You finally let yourself collapse onto the bed, lying there for a brief moment before you felt Michael’s slim yet toned arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “I hope I wasn’t too rough on you, mama..” he whispers into your ear before placing a peck against your neck.
“Please, don’t worry.” You respond. Michael’s lips curved into a soft grin before pushing himself upward, scooting to the side of the bed and making his way over to your side. He held out a hand for you to take.
“C’mon..lemme run you a bath, Ma.” He suggested. You give him a smile before taking his hand and following him to the bathroom where the two of you spent the rest of the night bathing together. Afterwards, you helped each other into your pajamas before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. ☽
── ୨ৎ─5 weeks later~ (Hehe) ─୨ৎ─
"Oh, thank you, Miya," Michael murmured softly to one of the maids as she handed him a tray with two plates of breakfast and two glasses of orange juice. She gave a quick nod before turning on her heel and leaving the bedroom, gently closing the door behind her.
It was a quiet morning at the Hayvenhurst home, where you'd spent the night with Michael. After listening to your complaints about feeling nauseous all morning along with your repeated trips to the bathroom, he asked one of his security gaurds to take a quick trip to the nearest drugstore to purchase a pregnancy test. After that arrived, you were convinced to take the test while he waited anxiously for the results.
He let out a sigh, setting the tray on the nightstand before walking over to the closed bathroom door where you were cooped up in.
Knock, Knock, Knock
Michael knocked on the wooden door. "Mama, how's it going in there? You've been quiet for a while."
Inside, he heard a scuffling sound, followed by the roar of the toilet flushing. It was a brief second before the door instantly flew open with you now leaning against the frame of the door, with the stick dangling in between your fingers. His eyes widened as he stared at the result, clear as day, reading 'pregnant'. His cheeks flushed a warm rouge shade at the sudden realization of what was to become. It was no longer a speculation and you guys are actually expecting a baby now.
"This is what I get for giving you an ounce of control... You overdo it and never know when to end the fun." You playfully rolled your eyes with a grin on your face.
"Maybe I went a little too far," Michael chuckled softly, his posture shrinking in embarrassment as you shot him a knowing glance.
"I just can’t wait to hear what your mother will have to say."ᥫ᭡.
A/N: Hey Guys!! This is my first smut/fanfic on here and I hope that it was at least readable hehe. It definitely was proofread multiple times by me but may still have some errors. If you enjoyed this, please let me know cause I have way more ideas I’d like to post :)
after complaining to bsf!jermajesty about no man being as freaky as you, he feels bad.. anddd he has the same interests, if not more .. so he decides to help you out! :)
description ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: jermajesty been wanting to tap that ass for the longest, and when you start describing all your desires that no one can fulfill, he takes it as and opportunity
warnings ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: jermajesty is a FREAK, missionary, backshots, no use of y/n, use of pet names such as, ‘ma, mama, baby, pretty’, oral sex (f receiving), face fucking, squirting, edging, nasty talk, creampie
pairing ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: bsf!jermajesty x blackfem!reader
you were currently laying on jermajesty’s bed, rambling to him about random stuff while he scrolled on his phone, responding every now and then with a “mhm”, or an “oh yea?”.
you shift onto your stomach, looking at him.. “ and when we were together, i hated sex with him! he never wanted to do the things i wanted to do in the bedroom, it was just missionary, every. single. time. do yk how tiring that is, maj? do you?” you say, running your mouth about one of your ex boyfriends, while occupying your hands with your fresh silk press..
he looks at you, the phone in his hand forgotten.. “i don’t know how tiring it is, ma..” he mutters, huffing a little.. “maybe he had a good point.. what typa shit we’re you wanting in the bed?” he says, his eyebrows raising..
“nothing crazy.. “ you reply, getting a little shy.. “i wanted him to eat me out, and try different positions, and.. uhm..” you start, but you’re too embarrassed to say the rest..
“and what else?” he says, tilting his head .. his phone was face down now, he was giving every drop of his attention to you..
“and maybe pull my hair, and i asked him to ride his face but he said no..” you mumble.. he smirks..
“y’know you coulda called me, right?”
“what, maj?”
you look at him, watching the smug expression on his face get heavier and he chuckles.
“i coulda gave you all that, and more. you ain’t need him..” he says, picking his phone back up..
“maj, what are you talkin bout? you just be running your mouth..” you say, twirling your hair around your middle and index fingers..
“i can give you what you need, mama.. all you gotta do is say the word..” he says, scrolling again.. you sit there for a second, stunned.. you look at him, and lick your lips..
“let me ride your face then..” you whisper, testing the waters.
“alright mami.”
you watch him as he put his phone down, and lays flat on the mattress.. it takes you a minute to register that he was forreal ..
“whatchu waiting on? come sit down.” he says patting his forehead .. you slip your aeropostale sweatpants off, along with your little lace panties ..
you climb over him, and straddles his face.. “maj are you sure, i was just play—“ you try, but he grabs your thighs and pulls you down onto his mouth..
“o-oh! jermajesty..” you whimpered, gently grinding back and forth.. he smacks your ass, his tongue flicking against your clit..
he hums, sucking and licking like he just got out of jail, and you were his first meal.. he massages your ass cheeks.. you start to grind with more confidence, your clit rubbing all on his nose and the bridge of his nose..
“o-ouu fuck, majjj.. y-yeahh..” you whine, your head tilting back as you grinds your hips in circles.. you whine, biting your lip..
“mhmm.. fuck my face..” he murmurs into your wetness, smacking both your ass cheeks at the same time ..
“maj im close..” you whimpered.. you grind until you’re right on the tip of your orgasm, and he lifts you up and sets you on the bed .. you whine..
“what the fuck jermajesty? i was about to c—“ you start, but he was already pulling his pants off..
“chill mami, ima make you cum..” he says, chuckling and smirking at you, even tho you didn’t find nothing funny..
“but you could’ve just let me cum right then!” you huff..
“girl hush.. and let me fuck you.. damn..” he says , pushing you into your back ..
you couldn’t believe what was happening right now. your best friend, jermajesty jackson, had you on your back with your legs folded so tight that your knees were touching your perky tits, and he was fucking you into oblivion!
you couldn’t think about anything but him, anything but his thick, huge dick plunging in and out of you..
“j-jermajesty! oh m’gosh— yes!” you whine, your eyes rolling far back into your head as you reach to push at his abdomen..
“move your hand.” he grunts out , gripping your wrist and throwing your hand back to your chest .. he reaches down and grabs your face, smushing your cheeks together.. “look at me, mama.. look at me fuckin you.. been wanting you for so long, pretty girl..” he moans..
you look up at him, your toes curling.. his other hand grabs your ankle, and he maintains eye contact.. he licks the bottom of your freshly pedicured foot, then kisses your toes, before he sucks on each one..
this was tewww nasty for you, something you’d never even thought of you, and boy did it turn you on.. you clench around him, and let out a loud moan..
“oh you like that? you like when i kiss your feet?” he groans, thrusting deeper..
your face flushes, and you start to respond with a snarky comment, but his tip starts to hit that good, deep spot inside you.. you nod, your toes curling in his face..
“yesyes! right there maj!” you whine, your hand gripping the pillow above you..
you clench around him and he moans, his head tilting back.. “fuck baby,” he hisses, pushing his entire length in.. “you been holding out on me.. this pussy so good.. ohhh shittt..” he moans, folding your legs farther over your shoulders..
“bae! nnyeah!” you gasp, feeling yourself getting close ..
“rub your clit, ma.. i can’t do everything at once..” he moans, his eyes rolling back .. you reach down, rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles..
“oh my gosh! i’m gonna cum!” you pant out, your legs trembling ..
“hold it. you not cumming til i’m ready for you to..” he murmurs, smacking your thigh..
“baby i can’t hold ittt! fuckin me too gooddd!” you whine, and he pulls out.. you huff, smacking his arm..
“jermajesty i wanna cum.. my pussy’s aching, and your being an asshole..” you whimper, still rubbing your clit..
he laughs a little , kissing your forehead .. “what did i tell you at first? ima let you cum, mami.. just be patient..” he coos
“i don’t got much patience left..” you mutter, and he rolls you over into your stomach.. you lift your hips up, leaving your face down..
“pass me that pillow, ma..” he murmurs, rubbing your back .. you grab the pillow, and he pushes it under your hips..
he slides back in, hitting deeper this time.. he gently massages your ass cheeks.. “mhmm.. let me in baby.. this pussy so wet.. i been wanting to tap this ass for so long..” he whispered, grinding into you..
“maj.. oh my goodness .. you’re so deep..” you gasp out.. he was already hitting your g-spot, and you felt like you were gonna cum with each stroke.. it wasn’t any better when he sped up, wrapping your hair around his hand and tugging..
“oh shit! oh—jer i can’t— it’s too big!” you whine, and his free hand smacks your ass..
“unt unt. you can. i’m not hearing that from you, i know exactly what you can do.. you wanna cum?” he moans out, biting his lip.. you nod, gripping the sheets..
“then quit complaining and take this dick.” he says, plowing into you.. his heavy balls start to smack against your clit, and you actually thought you were ascending..
“bae! i’m gonna cum!” you cry, your thighs trembling each time his tip kisses your spot..
“cmon ma.. give it to me, let me have it.. show me how good i’m loving you, show me how it feels..” he grunts, his hands digging deep into your back so your arch could deepen
you could’ve swore you saw heaven for a second, then you came back.. “j-jermajesty jermaine!” you whine, squirting all over his cock and balls.. he flashes that gap toothed grin, and smacks your ass..
“there you go, mami.. oh shit i’m finna cum.. you gon let me cum inside you?” he coos, his thrusts getting faster and sloppier..
“whatever you wanttt! just fuck me!” you slur, drooling onto his pillows.. he pushes in deep, and releases.. his cum shoots out in hot spurts, right against your g-spot.. you look in the mirror beside his bed, and see your beautiful straight hair, sweated out and back in it’s beautiful, kinky, curly natural state.. “oh god..” you whimper, huffing..
jermajesty rubs your back.. “i’ll pay for it to get done again, ma.. you don’t gotta worry about nothing at all.. you’re mine now..” he whispered..
maj was on his back, and you were all on top of him.. he felt back for being so rough, and you couldn’t even walk, so he wanted to you as close as possible..
he had been talking for a while, just talking about random shit.. “do you see them tiktok edits of me? i don’t even know where they find-“ he starts, but he hears a soft snore..
you lay there, lips slightly parted, sleeping the best you’ve ever slept in your life..
he smirks, turning the lamp off and pulling the covers off of both of you..
“goodnight pretty girl.”
princess’s note! > i finished this at approximately 2:33am it’s real long but i hope y’all like it 🙌
Size difference/size kink, slight dumbification if you squint, p!in!v, fem reader, and more. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY! I WILL BLOCK YOU! If any of these things are triggering for you, then please look away🩷
Fem pet names used, plus size friendly, no mentions of size, height or shape. Black women friendly, no mentions of skin tone, hair color, hair type, or hair coverings/wraps🤎Sooooo, I’m currently writing Michael smut and I actually have sooooo many unfinished drafts. One is for thriller era, and the one I’m currently writing is otw/thriller era. Their both half done but I keep getting other ideas while writing them, this came to me while I was writing one so to hopeful my focus better on those, I’m gonna post this😭it’s very sloppy and short, kinda all over the place idk but I wrote it in like 20mins I think. It’s unedited, so plz forgive me for any mistakes. It’s 12am and I got work in a few hours but ya girl has ZEROOOO self control sooooo…I hope you enjoy! Replies, reposts and likes are always appreciated and constructive criticism is always welcomed.
Jude cursed under his breath. You were so tight, not the type of tight that came from being uncomfortable, but like a glove that fit a bit too perfectly. He swore he wouldn’t move until you were ready, but it was impossible. You looked so pretty, sweat beaded on his forehead as he made a helpless face riddled with pleasure. “S’too big…J-Jude…please…” He shushed you, lovingly stroking your cheek as a chill ran down his spine.
“i know…just…stay still, ‘Kay?” He comforted, you nodded and clung to him, your nails dug into his shoulders as he pressed forward, his thick length splitting you open with every inch. Before he was fully buried inside of you, he pulled back, thrusting in and out of you in an effort to work you open and allow your body to adjust to his side. A quiet moan left his lips as you whimpered, stuck between the pleasure and the stinging stretch. “I…I’m sorry, love…m’sorry…fuck.” But as he spouts his apologies, his pace increases and he begins fucking you faster, deeper until the head is hitting your cervix. Sending jolts of mind numbing pleasure throughout your nervous system. “J-Jude…Jude…” You pant, calling his name as he began to go faster “I know…I-I know…”
Jermajesty was completely aware he might’ve been a little bit too big, nothing outrageous, but just enough that he might have to restrain himself. He tried his best to go slow, prep you with his fingers and get you to finish as many times as possible so you could be fully relaxed. But still, you whined, whimpering as you pressed a hand against his pelvis and told him it was too big.
He really didn’t want to hurt you, but he tried his best and he felt so impatient, his hips didn’t still. He kept going forward until he was buried deep inside of you, almost to the hilt—the only thing stopping him was your cervix, he pressed against it unapologetically but caressed your face and peppered it in kisses. “Mhm’sorry baby…d-daddy’s sorry…I know…it’s too—too big…” He nodded, loving the way your thighs quivered and your walls clenched around him. You felt like heaven. His dick throbbed inside of you and his jaw clenched as he fought himself not to fuck into you until your brain was too fuzzy from pleasure to recall the pain. “I’ll go slow…p-promise.” And he does, he goes as slow as possible. Long and deep slow strokes that make your whines of complaints turn into quiet muttering of praises. “that better baby? Hm?”
Jaafar swears you can take it, guiding you onto his lap so you can do the honors yourself. He wants you to have full control over how much you take, seeing as you’re already reasonably nervous about the size even after all the prepping hes done. The stretch makes you shut your eyes tightly and your legs shake. He coos and kisses you, trying to provide you comfort as you take him. “You’re doin’ such a good job, love.” He praises, “you’re taking me so well.” Even as you struggle, he does his best to talk you through it until you’re fully planted on top of him. Your hips hover just a bit, saving you from taking literally every inch. He takes notice to that but says nothing.
“Ja—Jaafar…” You hide your face in the crock of his neck and melt against him, though the stretch is just on the edge of painful pleasure, you move anyway. “Y-You’re so big…” While you’re careful to avoid taking all of him, Jaafar is almost completely overcome with how good you feel and without thinking, pulls you down onto him and begins thrusting into you. “Ja-Jaafar!” You cry out, “t-too b…oh my…” You press your hand against his chest and raise your hips but he continues to pull you down, trembling as he mutters apologies that sound almost genuine. “So—Sorry…S…Sorry…” yet, he only slows down, continuing to slam you down onto him until he’s touching a deep wall inside of you. “I…I’m sorry.” But the grin on his face says the opposite, so did the look of pure ecstasy on your face as your body relaxed into his. He could see the switch happen in real time, the way your head tipped back and your hips moved to meet his. “There you go love…takin’ me so good…”
Michael is actually surprised when you tell him he’s too big. The way your eyes water as your legs tremble against his shoulders makes him feel insane with lust. “m-Michael…it’s too big…” Something in him goes feral. He kisses the salty tears away and grinds himself deeper into you, his eyes fluttering at the way you whimper. He immediately feels guilty for enjoying it, but he can’t help it. Your voice is the perfect mixture of raw and sensual, and your walls bat around him so wildly as they split open for him and him only.
“I…I’m sorry…” His grinding turns into deep and slow strokes, the head of his thick length hitting your soft cervix with every thrust. He doesn’t know what feels better, how wet you are or how your heat hugs him with a soft embrace. “So sorry…” He mumbled while going just a little faster. “does it…mhm…does it hurt too much?” Only when you shook your head did he go faster. Hitting a spot deep inside of you over and over again until your mind numbed and the pain was fading away into the background. He pushed your legs a bit further back, fucking you faster while he watched your face twist in pleasure. “that’s right mama…takin’ all…all of me…so good.”
Jackie knows he’s absolutely massive. He would never force himself inside of you or fuck you before knowing you’re fully ready, but what can he do when you’re rushing him? He wasn’t going to until he knew for sure youd be able to take him, but with you bent over, looking back at him with your face smushed and your love leaking down your pussy, he couldn’t help but bury himself inside of you. While one hand spread you open just a bit more, the other guided his thick length inside of you. You both winced at the feeling, but unlike him, your body tensed and your back curled upward. “J-Jackie…” You whimpered out, “wa-wait…” You gripped the sheets and tried to catch your breath.
“Now you want me to wait…” He teased you but waited, leaning down to kiss between your shoulder blades. “You were just beggin’ for me, now you can’t take it, can you?” You shook your head, eyes fluttering as the arch in your back returned and a moan left your lips. He waited until he could feel your body relax a bit, but clearly not long enough. The moment he began moving again you whined, but he kept going, slow and deep until he was fully seethed inside of you. “Ja-Jackie…S’too much…” He shushed you and kissed your shoulder before leaning up straight and pulled you back into him. “I got you baby, daddy’s got you mama…you can take it.” You cried out and dropped against the sheets as he began drilling into you, almost ignoring the way you swore you couldn’t take it. “You can take it for me baby…c’mon…take it for me.”
in which your husband has developed a very particular backshots obsession. . .
𝟏𝟖+ ( 1.3k ) bad!michael 𝓳ackson x childhoodbsf!popstar!reader. established relationship: husband n wife of 7 years. porn without plot. unprotected penetrative sex. softdom!michael. dirty talk. slight breeding kink. fucking while the reader wears a varsity jacket with his surname on ;). he has a lil possessive streak. . . and impulsively cums on the fabric!
♥︎ ; 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟖…
You were sprawled forward across the bedsheets, fingers gripping the linen as Michael plowed into you from behind, his own fingers gripping your hips with as much intensity, keeping you in place. Your back was arched, ass up high, face smushed against the pillows beneath you, and you rocked forward with each harsh thrust of his heavy dick. You gleefully celebrated the sensation, along with the gorgeous sound of him cooing at you through the pleasure, and the frequent smack of his huge hand over your asscheeks.
You'd ended up in this very position more times than usual as of late, and it was all due to a new obsession your husband had garnered. Everybody knew that Michael Jackson had his eccentricities, his particularities, but few knew of his tendency to fixate on specific sexual aspects too. In the past there had been his breeding obsession—which never really went away, but was forced to subside in your best interest—then there had been his pool sex obsession (before his vitiligo had ruined his enjoyment of the outdoors), then his sunrise cockwarming obsession (he’d taken a vehement dislike to starting his day without it, whenever you were near), followed by a fixation on semi-public intercourse, sex while standing up, his several month long obsession with making you squirt (and that still of course existed, though less insistent as it had been)... The list was endless, because Michael was a man of many phases, slipping in and out of the cycles, where they often gladly returned.
For the last two weeks his current fixation had turned to backshots, for the reason that he had developed a particular sexual interest in a sight that aroused him with just a glance. Such a sight was your beautiful figure clad in nothing but one of his varsity jackets—no panties, nothing at all underneath, just the baggy red material shrouding you while you strutted around the house barefoot; that while its shape did the opposite of showcasing the curves of your naked body, it did something almost as significant instead.
A month ago, before you'd seen Michael after an unfortunate while apart, he had received a new jacket to add to his collection, one that had been given to him by a fan, and this fan had specifically embroidered the name Jackson into the back's centre. Michael was incredibly grateful, but what he hadn't foreseen initially was the added bonus that came with being given that custom-made item of clothing. Somehow he hadn't considered that bonus, until the day he revealed the jacket to you, and suddenly it came to him.
He was fawning over how equal parts sexy and adorable you looked in it, and had ended up taking you hot and fast on the tour bus couch, slamming into you with rough abandon. You'd turned your head as much as you could in order to giggle up at him, batting your lashes to please him further, and as he'd taken in both your pretty face and the back of the jacket at once, that was the moment his new fixation was unlocked on the spot.
With every rough, deep drag of his cock along your velvety walls, with every high noise you produced at his stimulation of your sweet spot, Michael was actually feeling even more insane than you were—all because of the name on the back of you, staring at him above where he'd dragged the fabric up to your hips in exchange for a view of your ass as it rippled.
Jackson was spread along the plane of your back in capital, embellished letters, and Michael's eyes rolled into his head at the sight. You'd been married for years now, but your stage name was a mononym, a single-word pseudonym you'd adopted and therefore your full title as including his family name was never really said aloud. So, whenever the very distinction was displayed before Michael, his ownership as clear as day… he felt sexually insane.
Michael didn't believe he owned you in a territorial, misogynistic way, but he had always been unashamedly possessive—once as a young man in disbelief at the woman on his arm, protective of her wherever she went; then growing as the years passed into somebody who understandably took that protection more seriously than anything (no matter how rude or dismissive he might appear to others in certain circumstances). His deep-rooted care was undeniable, thus existing within him at times a jealousy immeasurable...
He’d taken both of your hands, dragging them to meet behind your back, then wrapped his own hands around your wrists as he pounded even harder. He caught sight of your wedding ring on your left, and leaned downward to kiss the diamonds, before kissing your knuckles.
“Oh yes, mama, grind that ass back on me… So pretty…”
"Mikey, y' givin' it to me so good, baby—"
"I know, I know, baby girl—keep takin' it... No one's gon' be back in here for hours..."
That had been two weeks ago, and now—countless rounds of sex later in the time that followed—Michael was indulging in his favourite pastime again, inside the confines of your shared hotel room.
Cock drilling into your welcoming sex, he continuously leaned forward, blanketing your back with his torso and almost shifting you into prone bone, to murmur filthy praise in your ear. But he never actually would transition to prone bone when you wore that jacket—no matter how much he loved the position—because he simply couldn't get enough of seeing the result of how that innocent fan had unintentionally given his wife the perfect gift, to be branded in a format second best to a permanent inking of the name itself onto your skin.
You both already had matching tattoos, though the permanence was merely your first initials, and until now, Michael hadn't realised how much it turned him on further to see your married surname stretched across you while he worked to paint your gummy walls with his sticky seed.
"My baby... I gotchu, m'perfect wife..." he murmured through groans behind you, never slowing the pace.
"Mm—honey, you feel so good, oh—" you moaned dazedly into the pillow your face had been shoved into.
"Mrs Jackson—shit—y'know how goddamn sexy you look in that jacket?"
Registering what he'd said, you lifted your head up a little to giggle, trying to look at him, but you could hardly turn in that position.
"Mikey," you beamed, body still rocking forward with every stroke. "Is this why you've had me—mmph—bent over every surface for the last two weeks? This jacket doin' somethin' to ya, huh?"
"Y' do somethin' to me by just sittin' there, baby," he grunted, smacking your ass hard.
You yelped, head falling forward again, more sweet laughter elicited from your throat amid whines.
"Love bein' Mrs Jackson, baby," you gasped. "Shame I don't have it tattooed..."
"Don't need a tattoo, mama," Michael groaned, smacking your ass again and triggering your face to crash itself further into the cream fabric. "No other man's gon' have their cum in y' womb like I do... Ten years now, baby..."
You almost screamed as he sped up, hitting somehow even deeper with a stronger force. "Fuck, I love you..."
"Watch y' language, pretty. I love y’ too," he muttered, leaning forward to kiss the back of your neck, before resting upright again, and thrusting his slick-enshrouded member without mercy.
Unsurprisingly, in his preoccupied state of mind Michael's messy seed ended up shot all over the embroidery, an impulsive move that at the time felt even sexier to him than filling up your womb. You'd rolled your eyes, irritated because you planned to wear the jacket in public later that day, but Michael only shrugged, handwashing it himself to rid the cum, although with no intention to stop himself from acting on that same impulsion the next time he had you bent over a surface with his name gleaming across your body.
ᯓ𑣲 pairing . thriller!michael x f.blackreader 18+MDNI
ᯓ𑣲 premise . you weren’t being satisfied in your relationship with your boyfriend “james” who hated how close you and michael were, he simply wasn’t satisfying your needs so you had to tell your best friend about it…. But what if your best friend wants to satisfy you?
ᯓ𑣲 contains . inexperienced!michael, pussy eating he’s a real eater, p in v, cumming, seeing himself in your stomach, best friends to lovers, missionary, just overall nasty filthy smut.
you and michael were best friends for many many years, way back when he was living in Gary Indiana, that's how many years it's been, you've known michael before the screaming fans, the loud crowds, the tours, the studios, the "moonwalker". The world saw michael jackson, you saw your mike.
you and michael had been glued together since you were kids, the kind of best friends who finished each other's sentences and spent every free hour in each other's space. Everyone jokes that you two might as well date. One day, you were at hayvenhurst in the pool with michael splashing each other laughing when Jermaine suddenly showed, bringing the two of you iced lemonade, "damn man why won't you jus' ask her out?" he pulled michael to the side after he dried off. You were too busy drinking your lemonade to overhear the conversation.
"it's not that easy," he laughs lightly, an awkward laugh escaping Michael's lip, he knew it is wrong to view his best friend in that type of way but could he really help it .... ?, you were absolutely gorgeous, with pretty long legs, pedicured nails & toes always done. beautiful brown skin. the reason he even wrote "pretty young thing" was kind of because of you. "she's my best friend, y'know that." he took a sip of his lemonade, ignoring Jermaines' "mhm"s.
but the thing was, you had a boyfriend, James. James never measured up where it counted, he hated how close you stayed with michael, and he hated even more that he couldn't make you cum with his mouth no matter how long he tried. three days without seeing michael felt like too long, so when you finally got to see him at his encino the second the door shut behind you, the conversation spilled out fast.
you were both on his couch, legs tangled like always, when you started venting. "James canceled again," you said, rolling your eyes in pure frustration. "And when we do, y'know," you tried finding the words without feeling embarrassed, telling your best friend your sex life. Michael is listening, sitting next to you with wide curious eyes waiting for you to find the words that seemed like he was staring in your soul at this point.
"Have sex. He won't go down on me. Says it's gross," you said with an exaggerated sigh, throwing your head back, being genuinely frustrated. then you picked your head back up, looking at michael, "What do you think? Do y'think its gross mike?". Michael's cheeks flushed pink by the sudden question, "w-well i think it's quite... interesting, not disgusting though," he fiddled with his hands.
"he really doesn't eat you out? at all?" he was now genuinely interested onto why your own boyfriend doesn't wanna devour his girlfriend. Hell, in michaels mind, james was even lucky to have a girl like you. If it was michael, he would kiss the ground you walk on if needed. "Nope, and when he tries, it's two licks, and he's done. It's odd because I always make sure i freshen up and I'm very clean, y'know." you said, crossing your arms, the slight movement making your breast push up, and michaels eys darted down for a second before meeting your eyes again.
you watched his throat bob as he swallowed. The air shifted, you teased him the way you always did, "bet you'd be just as clueless, virgin boy." Instead of laughing it off, michael wanted to show and prove to you that he could be better than your boyfriend even if this was his first time. He'd be better.
michael leaned in, "Show me." You laughed it off thinking your always shy soft spoken sweet best friend was totally joking, "don't flatter yourself, mike," you said with a light chuckle, thinking he was genuinely joking. "I'm not joking." He suddenly stood up, grabbing you by your arm leading you towards his room upstairs and once the door locked behind him. Un confessed feelings seemed to come out in another way.
clothes came off in a rush. You ended up in your bra and panties on his bed, thighs spread while michael knelt between them, looking equal parts of nervous and hungry. Rambling and babbling "you don't know how long I wanted this", "he doesn't deserve you", "he won't take care of you how ill take care of you". His hands shook as he touched your panties, his fingers hooking them, his wide eyes looking up at you asking for permission.
you nodded your head, and that was all the approval michael needed. He peeled your pretty pink panties down your legs very slowly. Once they reached the bottom of your feet he threw them to the side somewhere. His hands shook as he touched your inner thighs, spreading you wider. your breath hitched watching him he looked so so good from your view.
"fuck, you're already wet," he whispered, staring at your soaked cunt like he'd never seen anything so perfect in his life. "can I taste you, baby?, please" he rolled slow, deliberate circles in your inner thigh, causing you to flinch a bit, hands curling into the sheets. "yes, start slow... use your tongue flat then suck the clit" you pointed at your clit giving him an idea where the nub was located.
michael followed every instruction. His tongue dragged up on your slit in one long, wet stroke, then circled your clit before he sealed his lips around it and sucked. A moan tore out of you, "that's it michael... keep doin' that" you sighed, trying to prevent yourself from moaning too loud, being aware there were other people in the house. He groaned against your cunt and the vibration made your hips jerk. He licked deeper, tongue pushing inside you, then back up to flock and suck your swollen clit until spit and your juices coated his chin. You grabbed his hair, guiding him exactly where you needed.
"suck harder, use your fingers," you breathed out in a whimper. throwing your head back. "Two inside me, curl them." Michael obeyed, sliding two fingers into your soaked cunt while his mouth stayed locked on your clit. He pumped them in time with his sucking, and your walls fluttered around him, desperate little moans escaping your lips as he moved his head left and right, causing your legs to shake around his head.
He was absolutely pussy drunk, his eyes half lidded. He felt like the luckiest man on earth right now, his fingers still pumping in and out of you at a perfect rhythm. "so tight" he groaned against your clit causing vibrations to send right through your clit. "mmnghm—feels so good baby" you looked down at him devouring your clit like a starved man. You never realized how long his fingers were until they were inside you. your whines filling the room mixed with the sound of your soaked cunt.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny from your slick juices. His fingers still working in your folds. His tongue invading your mouth, you matched his rhythm, kissing him back tongues fighting for dominance before he curled his fingers again inside your cunt causing you to moan between the kiss. He pulled his lips away and slid his fingers out your cunt.
michael stripped fast. His dick was hard, and his tip leaking of pre-cum. It was a pretty sight to see. He was too busy babbling and excited to notice you staring, and when he did, he felt his cheeks fluster pink. But if he got shy now, he knew he wouldn't probably get this again. He pulled you in by your ankle, dragging you towards the edge of the bed while he stood above you at the edge of the bed.
"Dreamed of this, you're so wet f'me mama," he slides his length all over your folds, spreading out the wetness. "All for you," you moaned "its all y-yours," he snickered. "All mine?" lining his dick up to your entrance, the first push inside stretched you open, a loud moan fell out of you and his lips at the same time.
"Oh my god," Michael breathed, sinking deeper. "You so tight squeezing me?" he bottomed out, and you felt the head of his dick press against your cervix, causing you to throw your head back."Oh g-gosh fuuuck," you moaned out. When he started thrusting, you could've sworn you saw stars only a few strokes in.
His hands went down to your clit rubbing firm circles directly onto your clit earning more loud lewd moans to fall from your lips. He dick continued to kiss your cervix. He lifted your legs up to a V shape. You didn't even know your legs could stretch like that. "this pussy feels s'good f-fuck" Michael threw his hand back Adam's apple babbling. He pounded into you like an animal, "feels fucking incredible, this what y'wanted mama?" He looked down at you, his curls sticking to his forehead from sweat. And gosh, he was beautiful like that.
"yes yes yesss!" You moaned out louder, the sound of skin slapping filled the room mixed with your moans and his groans. He saw the faint bulge moving in your lower belly with every stroke, grabbing your hand and pressing it to your stomach. "You feel that pretty baby? That's me ruining you, something your pathetic boyfriend couldn't do.". Your eyes went wide and knowing that your boyfriend couldn't ruin you like that made michael fuck you harder.
he looked down at your cunt, watching his dick disappear in and out of you. You pulled him down for a messy kiss, tongues sliding, spit swapping while he pounded into you. His hips snapped forward, skin slapping loud and wet. Every thrust made filthy squelching sounds from your soaked cunt.
"Talk to me, baby," you begged. "Tell me how good my pussy feels" you moaned. "so a-amazing holy fuck" he couldn't stop, he didn't wanna stop. His hips snapped harder against you keeping your legs in a V shape. "So warm, so tight gripping me every time I push inside, you're taking me so well baby, such a good girl f'me, huh?" he cooed praising you.
you moaned louder at his praise. Michael noticed and kept going, "That's it, let me hear you, girl." he wrapped his free hand around your throat, applying a little bit of pressure. "You're so pretty when you moan like that," he shifted, angling deeper, and his dick dragged over that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. Your nipples were hard and sensitive. Michael leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking while his hips kept moving.
"Oh my gosh—michael!" You moaned out louder, even if that was possible. You'd probably lose your voice tomorrow by the way he was drilling inside you. he switched to the other nipple, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. Your back arched off the bed. The combination of his dick stretching you and his mouth on your tits had you shaking.
michael reached for the phone that sat next to the nightstand without slowing down. He dialed james while stil buried inside you, then put it on speaker.
James answered on the second ring, "...hello?" Michael didn't stop thrusting. The wet sounds of your cunt taking his dick filled the rom, "hey is this James right?" he said, voice steady even as he fucked you, "listen your girl told me all about how wack your sex is" he thrusted deeper inside you causing you to yelp out.
You moaned loud enough for James to hear. Michael brought the phone down between your legs, right next to where his dick was disappearing into your dripping cunt. The squelching was obscene. "Hear that?" Michael asked "that's what her pussy sound like when it's actually getting fucked right. You couldn't satisfy her, obviously"
James was silent for a beat, "are you fucking kidding me?" Michael kept the phone close to your soaked cunt as he drove into you harder. "You couldn't do it right, so I'm doing it, listen to how wet she is" he angled the phone so James could hear every slap of skin, every squelch, every moan falling from your lips, michael leaned down and kissed you again tongue deep in your mouth while he kept fucking you in missionary.
his hips rolling slow and depressed so James could hear everything. "Tell him," Michael whispered against your lips, "tell him how much better I am." your eyes rolled back. "so much better," you gasped loud enough for the phone. Michael ended up hanging up after you said that.
His thrust grew rougher, the headboard knocking against the wall. You were so so so close, clenching around him, and michael could feel it. "cum for me," he urged, thumb finding your clit "cum all over this dick baby, give it to me come onn" your orgasm hit hard. Your pussy spasmed around michaels dick, soaking him even more you cried out, back arching, nipples tight as michael kept rubbing your clit through it.
Michael wasn't far behind, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a broken moan, flooding your cunt with hot ropes of cum, you felt every pulse. His dick twitching inside as he filled you up. He shook with every rope of cum that spilled out of him. Groans escaped his mouth, his head threw back trying to catch his breath.
after a while, he pulled out of you with a loud wet pop, his juices flowed out of you. "Was that okay?" He said softly, checking in even after everything. His concern focused on you seeing your fucked out aftermath.
you smiled, pulling him closer. "More than okay, round two?"
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ jermajesty and randy jr finally convince their brother to stop sulking and get out the house. as soon as you and your girls walk onto that rooftop jaafar instantly gravitates towards you. a couple drinks and fun conversations lead to you ending up in a hotel with a man you barley know.
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married! 𝒿aafar 𝒿ackson x 𝒻em!reader. protected sex. softdom!jaafar. switch!reader. dirty talk. praising. age gap (reader is 23, jaafar is 29). cheating trope. one night stand. oral (m receiving). time skips.
🗣️: hehe i’m playing around with my formatss! okay sue me idc, i highkey love cheating jaafar. cheating is horrible ofc…but i just love writing it like yes come to me dada. i’ve gotten some requests close to this plot, but i just ended up changing it up alottt. i need to write smut w/o a 6 page backstory..anyways i hope my freaks enjoy this😇
a place like this would’ve never been jaafar’s choice for a night out. some rooftop party jermajesty had practically forced him to come to, insisting he “needed to get out of the house.”
for once, his younger brother was right. home had become exhausting. every conversation with his wife somehow turned into an argument. dishes in the sink. unanswered texts. what time he’d gotten home. little things that somehow became big things.
he was only twenty nine. but lately, it felt like he’d already been married for decades.
he was sitting, overlooking the city view when you walked in. instantly, there was something about you. he wasn’t sure if it was the way your perfume lingered in the air after you walked past him.
or the way your dress hugged your body like it’d been tailored just for you. whatever it was, there was something magnetic pulling jaafar towards you. you looked like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
and exactly how to get it.
and that is what he craved.
since you sat down, he couldn’t stop looking. it wasn’t even intentional. his eyes just kept finding you. the way you laughed with your friends. the way you casually sipped your drink. the way the rooftop lights reflected against your glossy lips. how your curls moved perfectly with the wind.
he was completely invested in someone he knew absolutely nothing about. he took a slow drag of his whiskey, his eyes meeting yours for the first time all night after one of your friends subtly nudged you.
“jaafar.”
his brother randy’s voice cut through his thoughts. he blinked, finally pulling his attention away.
“hm—yeah, what’s up?”
“you’ve been staring over there for a minute.” randy smirked. “you know her?”
his eyes unconsciously drifted back to you. “no,” he dragged out. “i don’t.”
“she’s pretty though,” jermajesty chimed in. “tell her to come over here,” he nudged randy.
“nah—no, don’t do that.” jaafar shook his head.
“cmon what?” randy teased. “you gonna go up to her?”
jaafar had never been the type to chase. people naturally gravitated toward him. that’s how he’d met his wife.
but for some reason…he wanted to be the one to approach you. he wanted to initiate. he’d feel disrespectful making you walk over to him. having to introduce yourself to him.
no.
he couldn’t have that.
“i don’t know,” he muttered, finally looking away. “i’m gonna go get another drink.”
“girl,” your friend noelle’s eyes followed jaafar as he made his way toward the bar. “have you not seen the way that man’s been eyeing you since we got here?”
you sighed, taking another bite of your hors d’oeuvre.
“so?”
amara, the friend across from you, lightly kicked your shin beneath the table.
“what do you mean, so?” she laughed. “he looks grown. that’s your type.”
“to the t,” noelle chimed in. “he looks like he’d take real good care of us.”
“i’m already planning the girls vacation,” she joked, earning a chorus of laughs.
you rolled your eyes, unable to stop yourself from smiling.
“you guys are annoying.”
despite yourself, your gaze drifted toward the bar. black button up, the top few buttons undone. sleeves rolled to his forearms, flashing an expensive watch.
“he is fine tho.” you murmured.
“well, if you think hes fine and he’s been looking at you like that…” noelle muttered, raising an eyebrow. “what are we still doing here?”
“you guys need to calm down,” you laughed. the friend beside you shook her head.
“what?” she gasped. “girl, we need to start planning. this could be your husband.”
you laughed, shaking your head.
“you guys are a mess.”
“we’re just saying,” she shrugged. “a man like that doesn’t just sit alone at a rooftop party looking like that.”
“he’s literally with his friends,” you pointed out.
“okay, and?”
you rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink. but despite yourself, your eyes drifted back toward him. he was laughing at something the bartender said, his hand wrapped around his glass as he leaned against the bar.
“you’re staring now,” noelle teased again.
your eyes snapped back. “i’m literally just looking.”
“same thing.”
“no, it’s not.”
“mmmhm.”
“you know what,” amara suddenly says.
you already know that tone.
“let’s go. we’ll bring him over here.”
“yes!” noelle gasps. “oh my god, that’s actually smart.”
“no—what the fuck? don’t do that!”
but your protests are useless because they’re already standing. you stare at them in disbelief.
“guys.”
“too late!”
your friends grab their drink, already walking away. “we are leavinggg!”
“wait!” you call after them, but they don’t even look back. you sink into your chair, covering your face for a second. “oh my fucking gosh.”
across the rooftop, jaafar noticed them approaching. two women he’d never met walking toward him with matching smiles. he couldn’t help but laugh slightly.
“oh, you’re cooked,” jermajesty muttered.
jaafar frowned. “what?”
“you’re about to be recruited.”
jaafar rolled his eyes, but there was still a smile on his face. your friends stopped in front of him.
“excuse me, hi,” amara greeted.
“hello,” jaafar replied, amused.
“okay, don’t think we’re weird,” she started, already making him laugh, “but we have a very important question.”
“a very important question?”
“yes.”
she nodded seriously.
“what’s your name?”
jaafar smiled.
“jaafar.”
“jaafarrrr,” she repeated, dragging out his name. “okay. and where are you from?”
“LA.”
“okay, see? that’s not even bad.” she nodded. “we’re neighbors.”
he chuckled.
“neighbors?”
“malibu,” she pointed back toward the table. “our friend was just curious.”
jaafar’s eyes flickered over to you.
“was she?”
your friend smiled, “maybe.”
he laughed softly.
“well, jaafar, you’re coming with us.”
his eyebrows lifted, “i am?”
“yes.”
she nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“our friend thinks you’re cute,” noelle said, pointing back toward your table, “and we’re tired of watching you two stare at each other from across the room.”
jaafar’s eyes immediately found yours.
“didn’t think she noticed.”
your friends laughed.
“i think everyone here noticed.”
the sound of jermajesty and randy laughing behind him made jaafar glance back. a small, almost embarrassed smile tugged at his lips.
“i really don’t want to be a bother,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
“you’re fine,” amara reassured him, already grabbing his arm. “trust me, she wants you over there.”
jaafar let out a quiet laugh, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt as he let them lead him back across the deck. “yo, buy her another drink,” randy teased from the bar, giving jaafar a small push. jaafar shook his head, laughing under his breath.
you watched them walk over, your fingers tightening slightly around your glass. “okayyyy, babygirl,” noelle announced when they reached the table, sliding back into her seat. “so, this is the cute man that’s been staring at you all night.”
you immediately rolled your eyes. “you guys are insane.”
“no, listen!”
she held up a hand.
“his name is jaafar. he lives in LA, which is actually not far at all from you.”
“hey,” he said softly.
your attention shifted back to him. he was even finer up close.
“it’s nice to meet you.”
you placed your hand in his.
“nice to meet you, jaafar.”
“okay! see? this is perfect!” amara clapped once. “wasn’t bad, was it?”
“okay, okay,” noelle interrupted. “you sit. you two get to know each other.”
jaafar didn’t hesitate. he pulled the chair out and sat down, shifting slightly so his body was angled toward you.
“we’re gonna go see what’s up with your friends over there—”
“brothers.”
“oh…” she paused. “brothersss. perfect.”
you sighed. “okay, can you guys like—”
love you! they mouthed, already walking away.
you watched them leave before shaking your head. “sorry about them. they don’t know how to mind their business.”
“don’t apologize,” jaafar said, resting one forearm against the edge of the table.
a small smile played on his lips. “i was actually trying to figure out how to walk over here anyway.” he glanced briefly in the direction of his brothers. “they just saved me the awkwardness.”
“is that right?” you asked, taking a slow sip of your drink.
he reached for his whiskey, taking a small sip as he held your gaze. “yeah,” he said quietly. his thumb brushed against the side of his glass, his eyes dropping for a brief second before returning to yours.
“i was beginning to think you had some sort of staring problem.” you tilted your head slightly, waiting.
jaafar set his glass back down on the wood, the ice clinking softly against the bottom. “i kept telling myself i'd wait until you went to get another drink,” he said, his voice dropping slightly. “that way i could just happen to be standing at the bar at the same time.”
you let out a soft laugh. “that was your plan?”
“it was a terrible plan,” he admitted, a quiet chuckle escaping him. “your friends definitely handled it better.”
he adjusted his position, leaning back against his chair while keeping his eyes locked onto yours. he took in the way you were looking at him, his gaze tracing the outline of your face before settling back on your eyes.
“so,” you cleared your throat. “tell me about yourself.”
you leaned back in your chair.
“how old are you?”
jaafar smiled.
“if i tell you, promise me you won’t get up and run away?”
your eyes widened dramatically.
“oh my gosh…” you laughed. “are you, like, sixty?”
he let out a laugh, shaking his head.
“no.”
he took another sip of his whiskey.
“i’m twenty nine.”
a beat passed.
“thirty in a few weeks.”
“thirty?” you raise your eyebrows, setting your drink down on the table. “okay, so you’re actually older.”
jaafar lets out a quiet laugh, his chest rising slightly under his unbuttoned shirt. “hey,” he says softly, his eyes dropping to your mouth before pulling back up to your face. “twenty nine isn’t old.”
“it’s older than twenty three,” you say, leaning forward on one elbow. “my friends were convinced you were like twenty five.”
he doesn't answer right away. instead, he reaches out, his fingers slowly turning his whiskey glass. he slides it to the side, completely clearing the space between you two.
then, he shifts his weight, leaning his forearm flat against the table. he comes in close enough that you can catch the faint smell of his cologne over the cool rooftop breeze.
“well,” he murmurs, his voice dropping as he holds your gaze. “i mean, your friends guessed wrong.”
he stretches his hand out across the small gap, his knuckles resting just a fraction of an inch away from your fingers. he doesn't touch you yet.
“is thirty a problem for you?”
you don't pull your hand away. you just look up at him through your lashes, taking a small breath.
“it’s not the age,” you said “it depends on how you act.”
jaafar’s lips curve into a smirk. his eyes drop to your chest, watching the rhythm of your breathing for a second before his gaze drags back to yours. “is that so?”
“mhm.”
“and what have you decided so far?”
you took another sip of your drink, letting the question hang between the two of you.
“i haven’t.”
“guess i’ve got some work to do.” he smiled to himself, shaking his head. “but i’m not complaining.”
“of course you do,” you smiled. “what did you expect from me?”
as the night went on, you found yourself enjoying jaafar’s company more than you expected. he was funny, charming, and somehow always knew exactly what to say. jaafar kept the drinks coming, signaling the bartender with a simple wave of his hand without ever fully taking his eyes off you.
every time you thought he couldn’t surprise you, he did. conversations with him felt effortless, like you weren’t sitting across from someone you’d just met an hour ago. you found yourself laughing at stories you didn’t expect to find funny, asking questions you actually wanted the answers to.
it was refreshing, like a breath of fresh air. especially because, for once, you weren’t surrounded by someone attempting to impress you.
jaafar wasn’t asking about the things you owned or the places you’d been. he wanted to know about you. and somehow, you realized you wanted to know about him too.
the two of you found yourselves relating on more things than you expected. enough that you almost forgot you were strangers when the night started.
but you noticed it.
every time you leaned in to speak over the loud music, his breath caught, his chest pausing mid rise. his eyes trailed down your throat, following the line of your dress, taking in every slow movement. whenever you shifted in your seat, your thigh brushing against his under the table, his hand tightened around his glass.
but your eyes kept trailing back down to the visible strain against his dress pants he didn’t even attempt hiding. you were barley the ‘fuck first meet’ kind of girl. sure, maybe it happened just a couple of times. but it’s not like every man you spoke to had you wanting to pounce on them like jaafar did.
maybe it was the fact that you had far too much to drink. or maybe the cadence of his low voice had you wanting to pull him out of his chair right then and there, or the maturity in the way he moved. everything about him sent a rush down your core.
“so tell me,” he starts, words slurring a bit due to his now drunken state. “what’s your problem?”
you paused, taking a beat. “wow, my problem?”
“what is that supposed to mean?”
he let out a soft giggle, shaking his head. “no not like—i didn’t mean it like that.”
he rests his chin in his hand, heavy lidded eyes tracing your features. “why are you single?”
“i mean you’re young, stunning,” he leans back further, his gaze dropping over your body. “ and i mean, absolutely gorgeous. plus you seem to really have your life together.”
“wow i love this, keep it coming,” you tease, resting your elbow on the wood.
he shakes his head, the small smirk fading into something serious. “no, seriously. i genuinely want to know.”
“well, i don’t think i have the problem. i think i’m perfect.” you tilt your head, holding his gaze. “all men are just insufferable.”
that comment gained a sharp hiss from jaafar, “harsh.”
“no just listen,” you say. “they find out you have something to offer them—in my case money, maybe some clout, a name. suddenly they want to wife you, keep you trapped in the house, get you pregnant.”
you shake your head. “it’s too much and they are annoying.”
“understandable,” he sighs, leaning his forearm back on the table. “i mean, those are the little boys though. not really men.”
“hmm.”
you drag your chair an inch closer, closing what little space is left between you two. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, see his chest rise and fall a little faster. this was something you wanted, and he was completely on the same wavelength.
“what do you really want, though?” he asks, his voice dropping low, his eyes locked on yours.
“just a good time, no expectations, no strings attached.” your hand reaches across the small gap, fingers slowly sliding up his forearm until they reach the metal band of his watch. you look up at him through your lashes. “i don’t need someone thinking i need to depend on them. everything i need—want, i can get myself. i just want to have fun.”
jaafar catches his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes dropping to your hand resting against his wrist.
“i hear you,” he whispers, his voice raspy. “i can…i can provide that for you.”
“oh really?” you ask softly.
“definitely,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against the side of your hand without pulling away. “if that’s what you would want, of course.” his eyes burn into yours, his hand sliding off the table to glide his fingers gently down your thigh.
“so then what’s our plan, jaafar?”
he looked at you in a way that made you want to risk it all, “you tell me, pretty.”
jaafar let out a loud curse the second you took him into your mouth, his body stiffening on the mattress. he wasn't used to this—someone so sure, taking complete control of him like it was nothing. you were definitely way different than his wife.
“fuck—wait,” he gasped out, his voice cracking slightly. he gripped the sheets on either side of his hips as he tried to hold himself together.
if you were to tell yourself earlier that you’d be in a hotel room downtown, with a man who’s last name you didn’t even know, you would never believe it.
the cool air conditioning hummed against the quiet room, but the air felt heavy and warm between the two of you. jaafar sat on the edge of the plush king bed, his legs spread as he leaned back on his hands.
his black button up was completely undone, hanging open over his chest, his expensive watch catching the faint light from the city through the windows.
you were on your knees on the carpet between his thighs. you looked right up at him through your lashes, taking him deeper and letting your mouth work over him.
every time a loud groan pulled out of his chest, you slowed down just enough to swirl your tongue around the sensitive tip before sliding all the way back down.
he was usually so calm and put together, but every sound escaping his throat now was completely unfiltered. he reached down, his fingers tangling tight into your hair.
“shit, don't stop,” he stuttered out, his breath coming in short bursts. “just like that.” his hips twitched up against your mouth, another low moan dragging straight out of his chest. his free hand slapped flat against his own stomach, fingers digging into his shirt as he tried to catch his breath.
you used your left hand to stroke him from underneath, your hands moving slowly over his base. when his hips twitched up, begging for more, you held him firm against your lips, tightening your grip on his thigh.
you hollowed your cheeks, feeling the heat off him radiating against your cheek as you dragged your mouth back up his length.
you paused at the head, swirling your tongue over the tip twice until his knees trembled against your hands. “ah, fuck—s’good babe,” you took him all the way back into the back of your throat, holding him there.
he reached down, both hands wrapping around your head now, his thumbs pressing against the sides of your jaw to try and guide the rhythm. but you held yourself steady, your hands clamping tighter around his thighs so he couldn't push you faster than you wanted.
you dragged your mouth all the way off him, a ‘pop’ filling the quiet room. jaafar let out a ragged gasp, his chest heaving as he stared down at you. “shit...where’d you learn this?”
you didn't answer. you just ran your tongue up the underside of his length, from his base up to the tip, watching his abs contract sharply under his open shirt.
“fuck,” he groaned, his hips lifting an inch off the bed on their own. you took him right back in, taking all of him in one smooth, deep motion.
a loud, guttural groan tore straight out of his throat, his head slamming back against the headboard. “you're gonna make me—oh,” he whimpered, his words coming out broken and fast. his arms trembled as he tried to keep his hips from thrusting up into your mouth.
you kept your pace relentless, sucking hard while your hand pumped his base, using his own pre cum to keep everything slick. every time his hips twitched, you swallowed around him.
“don’t stop, holy—i’m gonna cum.” just as his hips bucked up and his grip in your hair tightened, you pulled back completely. the wet sound broke through the quiet room. jaafar let out a loud groan, his eyes snapping open as he reached for you on instinct.
“shit—wait, what are you—” you didn't give him a second to answer. you stood up from the rug, swung one leg over his lap, and straddled his thighs, bringing your weight down flush against his hips.
he let out a low sigh as your clothed core pressed right against his throbbing length. before he could say another word, you leaned down, grabbing his jaw with one hand and slamming your mouth over his.
jaafar’s hands immediately clamped onto your waist, his fingers digging into your skin to pull you closer. he kissed you back desperately, his tongue sliding against yours while your muffled moan echoed into his mouth.
you pulled back as you slid your panties down, “do you have a condom?”
“oh shit, i don't…” his eyes widened, his chest heaving under you. “what are we—” your lips trailed down his neck, leaving faint marks along his jaw before sliding lower down his throat.
“let me check my purse,” you murmured against his skin. you shifted off his lap, your knees sliding off the mattress as you stood up. jaafar's eyes stayed glued to you, his chest rising and falling fast as he leaned back against his elbows, completely out of breath.
you walked over to the desk where your bag was sitting, the cool carpet soft beneath your bare feet. you unzipped the main compartment and dug through it, your fingers past your lip gloss, your wallet, and your keys until they brushed against the small square wrapper at the bottom.
you pulled it out, turning back toward the bed with it held between your middle and index fingers. jaafar let out a quiet laugh, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he watched you walk back over. he sat up, spreading his knees wider to make room for you.
“mm, perfect,” he whispered, his voice still rough as his hands reached out to catch your waist the second you got back within his reach. you slid back onto his lap, opening the foil with your teeth.
safe to say you were a little nervous. your sex life had been a mess in the past, you were used to always being in complete control. used to men who just laid there and took whatever you gave them, or defaulted to the same boring, repetitive doggy style that did nothing for you.
but jaafar didn't just lay there, the second the condom was on, he flipped the script entirely. before you could even move, his hands clamped around your waist, he rolled you onto your back, taking control of the bed.
you let out a soft gasp as the mattress rose to meet your spine, but jaafar was already hovering over you, his chest pressing down until there wasn't a single inch of space left between your bodies.
he didn't rush it. he lined himself up at your entrance, “tell me what you want, pretty,” he rasped, his voice rough against your cheek.
you looked up at him through your lashes, hands gripping his forearms, your breath catching in your throat at him hovering over you.
“you,” you whispered. “please fuck me jaafar.” jaafar’s eyes narrowed at your words.
your head snapped back into the pillow as he bottomed out. a sharp gasp tearing past your lips. hands flying up to his biceps, your nails dug into his skin, your hips instinctively lifting to meet his.
he didn't start slamming into you immediately. he held himself deep inside you for a long second, as his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples.
“fuck,” his breath hot against your chest. “you’re so perfect.” he pulled his hips back before driving all the way back in. every deep thrust hit a spot that made your toes curl, sending a ripple of static straight down your spine.
he hooked your left leg high over his hip, anchoring you to the mattress. “oh my—please jaafar pleaseee.” his hand slid up your stomach, fingers wrapping firmly around your throat, holding you still while he set a punishing pace.
“look at me,” he demanded, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the air conditioning humming in the quiet room. “you like that?”
you opened your eyes, completely breathless. he was watching every expression on your face, taking in every small gasp and whimper that slipped out of you.
“that’s it,” he groaned, his hips driving into you hard enough to make the headboard thud against the wall. “you take me so well, baby,” he coos.
you couldn't even reply with actual words—just a broken, breathless moan as he hit that exact spot again and again.
your hands slid down his arms, fingers digging deep into his upper stomach. jaafar was completely devouring you. every single drive of his hips was deep and heavy leaving you helpless against the mattress.
“this is what you wanted, right?” he rasped, his thumb lightly stroking the side of your throat while his grip stayed firm. “does it feel good?”
“yes,” you gasped out, your voice cracking. “yes—jaafar, ohfuck—” a satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. he leaned down, his lips inches from yours.
“fuck—you’re such a sweet girl—oh shit,” he growled. “you feel so good.” he let go of your throat, his hand sliding down to cup the back of your thigh, pulling you even tighter against him so there was zero space left between you two. he shifted his angle hitting deeper than before, and the sudden sensation had your eyes rolling back.
“mmph, jaafar i–i can’t,” your hands squeezed the pillow next to your head tightly, feeling every muscle contract with each heavy thrust. “y–you’re s–deep…”
jaafar’s breathing was hard over the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the wet sound of his body driving into yours. “mm, i know sweetheart,” leaning down until his forehead rested against yours, “but you’re doing so good.”
his thrusts became brutal, driving into you hard enough to make the headboard thud steadily against the wall.
“fuck!” you screamed out, he locked his hand tighter around the back of your thigh, anchoring you completely so you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to.
“i feel it baby, you gonna cum?” he was staring down at you like you were the only thing in the room, feeling the sharp, involuntary pulse starting to coil around his dick.
“that’s it,” his hips stuttered for a half second before he drove right back in, hitting that same exact spot until your voice caught in your throat again. “cum for me.”
the second he commanded you to cum, your back arched high off the mattress. a squeal tearing past your lips as your orgasm hit. your pussy clamped down on him hard, squeezing around his dick so tightly it made his body aggressively jerk back.
“fuckkkk—!” jaafar roared out, the feeling of you coming around him made him lose every last bit of restraint. he drove into you three more times before burying himself all the way to the hilt and locking his hips against yours.
a loud moan dragged straight out of his chest, vibrating against your ribcage as his entire body went still. his fingers dug deep into the meat of your thigh, his knuckles white as his own release hit him, spilling inside the condom.
he collapsed down onto you, his full weight pressing you into the mattress. his forehead rested in the crook of your neck, his chest heaving up and down as he rode out his orgasm.
his hand slowly moved, sliding up from your thigh to tangle into your hair. his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the sweaty skin of your collarbone.
“shit,” he breathed out, a raspy whisper against your throat. “you're going to be a problem.”
imagine a sleepover w/ nerd maj. you have a wet dream about him while you’re in the same bed. you reach for him in your sleep and you quickl realize that it’s real life 🤭
ᥫ᭡ fai speaks: finally getting around to clearing out my reqs. y’all, i’m trying with the smut fr LOL, im cringing internally but i hope yall enjoyyyy
you and jermajesty had been friends for a while now. you met through a mutual friend. over time, you grew so close it was crazy. texting throughout the day, on facetime all night, soon came the random hangouts. sleepovers weren’t even unnatural for the two of you.
but this new crush you’d developed on him? was.
you weren't blind. you saw the way he looked at you. you noticed the way he licked his lips that one morning when you reached for something in the top cabinet and your silk nightgown raised up just a little bit.
you felt the way his hand lingered on the small of your back whenever y'all walked through crowded spaces, or how his hands gripped your waist to guide you when he moved past you. and you definitely remembered that time you were at a function, and started dancing on him. he had leaned down, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, "chill, i’m easy."
you had just laughed it off back then. because you were just friends. right? friends held hands. friends cuddled. friends slept in the same bed. that’s what you kept telling yourself, over and over, trying to force your brain to believe it.
you tried your hardest to push all thoughts of him out of your head before he came over. he had planned a movie night since obsessed had finally hit streaming platforms.
you tried not to think about how good he looked when his jawline was rough with stubble because he was growing out his goatee again. you tried not to think about how much you wanted to bite those thick biceps, or how badly you wanted to taste his soft, pink, pillowy lips.
you tried. you really did.
but as the movie credits started rolling in your dark bedroom, it became damn near impossible. jermajesty was fast asleep, heavy and warm against you. his head was resting right on your chest, dangerously close to your neck. hearing the soft, steady sound of his breathing against your skin made your chest tight.
eventually, you closed your eyes and drifted into a sleep of your own, hoping a nap would help stop the aching between your legs. oh, but you were so wrong. because the second your eyes closed, your mind took you right back to him, and you started dreaming about exactly what jermajesty could do to you.
in the dream, you’re wearing the same silk nightgown. the champagne colored one you wore because you know he likes it. his fingers are tracing the hem. lifting it higher and higher.
your hips move before your conscious mind catches up.
it’s a subtle thing at first. just a slow shuffle backwards. the kind of motion your body remembers from solo nights with your vibrator between your thighs.
the friction is blocked by layers of fabric but it’s there. enough to make your breathing change. enough to make the ache between your legs pulse.
“maj,” you breathe.
the word slips out before you can stop it, thick with sleep.
his body tenses behind you and his eyes snap open.
for a second, he’s disoriented. the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles, the blue glow of the tv casting shadows across the room. then he feels it. your ass pressed against him, grinding.
a sound escapes your lips, making his dick twitch in his sweats, blood rushing south so fast it leaves him lightheaded.
“jermajesty.”
his name. you’re saying his name. in your sleep. while your hips work against him in a rhythm that’s getting less subtle by the second.
he should wake you up.
he knows he should wake you up.
but then you whimper, a high, breathy sound that goes straight to his dick—and his hand is moving before his brain can even tell him not to. his palm finds your hip and rests there.
“maj, baby,” you murmur, still asleep. still dreaming.
he raised himself up on one elbow, looking down at you. your lashes are fanned against your cheeks. your lips are slightly parted. the thin strap of your nightgown slipping off your shoulder.
fuck.
he’s been attracted to you since he met you. he’s just never been man enough to do anything about it. he’s was too scared of ruining the friendship. too convinced you didn’t see him that way. but now you’re moaning his name in your sleep and your hips are moving like you’re trying to fuck yourself back against him.
his hand slides from your hip to the hem of your nightgown. slowly, giving you time to wake up. giving himself time to come to his senses.
neither of you does, btw.
the air hits your exposed thighs and you shiver, pressing back harder. he can feel the heat of you through your panties. his fingers trace the waistband of your panties lightly.
you don’t stir. your breathing stays deep and even, but your hips stutter when his thumb brushes the sensitive skin just beneath the elastic.
he moves the fabric aside.
the first touch is barely there—just the pad of his middle finger, tracing the seam of you. he circles your clit gently and your whole body reacts. your hips buck forward like you’re chasing the pressure, then back. directly against his dick, which is straining so hard against his sweats now that it’s almost painful.
“fuck,” he breathes against your hair. “you have no idea.”
he continues the slow circles. steady pressure. he watches your face. the way your brow furrows, the way your mouth falls open a little wider. your breathing hitches again when he increases the speed, just slightly, just enough to make your thighs tense.
“fuck baby,” you moan.
and this time, your eyes fly open.
reality crashes in all at once. his fingers are inside you. two of them, curled just right, stroking that spot that makes your vision blur at the edges. his other arm is snaked around your torso, pinning you against his chest, and his fingers are working your nipple through the silk, rolling and pinching.
this is real. this is actually happening.
“maj—oh.”
your head falls back against his shoulder as your mouth opens. his fingers pumping inside you, his other hand torturing your nipple—is too much and it’s not enough. and at the same time, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.
“you’re dripping,” he murmurs directly into your ear. his voice is wrecked. low and rough in a way you’ve never heard it. “been dreaming about me, mama?”
you can’t form words. your hips are rolling to meet his thrusts now, fucking yourself on his fingers like you were doing in your sleep. the wet sounds filling the room are obscene.
“tell me to stop,” he says. his fingers slow. “tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”
“don’t stop.” your voice breaks. “baby, please don’t stop.”
he groans against your neck and his fingers push back inside you, three this time, stretching you in a way that makes you gasp and grip his forearm.
“you’re so sexy,” he breathes. still pumping. “you drive me crazy, you know that? you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”
your back arches. your hips buck. his name is a prayer you keep repeating, over and over, each thrust of his fingers pushing you closer.
“maj, please.”
“please what, baby?”
“fuck me. please fuck me.”
he takes away his fingers but before you can complain, he’s bringing them to your lips. shiny with your own slick, glistening in the tv light.
your mouth opens and his fingers slide past your lips and you taste yourself on his skin. you suck them clean, tongue lapping between his knuckles, eyes fluttering shut at the intimacy of it.
“shit,” he hisses. “you’re gonna kill me.”
then his hand is on your jaw, turning your face toward his, and his mouth crashes against yours.
the kiss is nothing like you imagined. it’s not gentle. it’s not hesitant. it’s teeth and tongue and the desperate press of lips that have wanted this for too long. his hand tightens on your jaw, angling your head so he can go deeper, and you moan into his mouth and grip the back of his neck and pull him closer, but somehow it still isn’t close enough.
when he breaks the kiss, you’re both breathing like you’ve run a marathon.
he helps you wrestle your gown off, tossing it somewhere into the dark. his sweats follow. boxers too. then he’s moving, positioning himself between your legs, and you can finally see him.
all of him.
the tip slick and flushed, pressed against your stomach as he leans over you. his chest is heaving.
“you sure?” he asks, giving you one last out.
“i’ve never been more sure of anything.”
he kisses you again. softer this time. then his hands are on your hips, dragging you down the mattress, positioning you beneath him like you weigh nothing. he reaches between your bodies, gripping himself, running the head of his cock through your wetness. one. twice. rubbing himself against your clit on the third pass until your thighs shake.
“fuck, mama,” he groans, looking down at where your bodies almost meet. “this pussy’s so wet.”
the words hit you low in your belly. you’ve heard him say wild things before but this is different. this is him talking to you.
he pushes in.
slow. inch by inch. stretching you out so good that your mouth drops open and your nails dig into his shoulders and every thought in your head dissolves into static.
“look at me,” he says.
you didn’t realize your eyes had closed.
they open and his face is above you, jaw tight, sweat already beading at his temple. he’s holding himself back—you can feel it in the tremor of his arms.
“there you go,” he breathes. his forehead drops to yours. “there you go. look at me, mama.“
he bottoms out.
a shudder passes through both of you.
his mouth seals over yours and he begins to move.
the kiss swallows your moans as he fucks into you. deep strokes. slow at first, because he’s savoring it. your head falls back but his lips chase yours, refusing to let the kiss break for more than a heartbeat. his hips roll. your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper.
you let out a moan when he thrusts harder, hitting a spot that makes sparks pop behind your eyes.
“right there,” you whimper. “baby, right there, please—”
his hand slides down your thigh, hiking your leg higher over his arm. the new angle is devastating. every stroke now drags against your g-spot, him pulsing with each squeeze of your walls around him.
the sounds in the room are filthy. skin slapping skin. the wet suck of you pulling him back in each time he withdraws. his name tumbling from your lips in a chant that’s getting louder, needier, less coherent.
“you close?” he pants.
“yes. yes, maj.”
“let me feel it. come on, mama, i got you.”
his thumb finds your clit.
your body obeys before your brain catches up.
the orgasm hits you like a wave. your back arches off the mattress. your nails rake down his back. a sound tears from your throat that you’ve never made before, something between a sob and his name.
he fucks you through it. chasing his own high now, rhythm stuttering, moans catching in his chest.
“where—” he grunts. “where do you want—”
“inside. cum inside me—”
a groan rips from his chest. his hips slam forward one last time and you feel him pulse. his face buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin where your shoulder meets your throat, and he rides out the aftershocks with little thrusts that make you both gasp.
for a long moment, neither of you moves.
his weight is crushing you in the best way. you can feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest—or maybe that’s yours.
he lifts his head. his eyes finding yours.
“you’re not gonna wake up tomorrow and pretend this was just a dream, are you?”
your hand comes up to cup his jaw. you run your thumb over his bottom lip, swollen from kissing. “you’re still inside me, maj. i’m pretty sure I’m not dreaming.”
he laughs. low and breathless. then he kisses you—soft this time. tender. a kiss that makes your stomach swoop in a way that’s entirely different from the sex.
he pulls out slowly. then he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so you’re draped across his chest, and his hand comes up to stroke your hair.
“we should talk about this,” he murmurs.
“probably.”
silence settles over the room. comfortable again. his fingers trace patterns on your spine. your breathing steadies.
♡ Tags: PORN WITHOUT PLOT • THRILLER! ERA • Soft dom! Michael • Sub! Reader • Getting so turned on he got a nosebleed ● feverish fucking ● unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it guys, not in this economy pls) ● creampie ● no beta we die like the world soon
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Michael doesn't know what to do with himself.
After last night's passion, of firsts being shared and bodies being drowned in overwhelming pleasure, he found himself unable to function the next day. Restless energy thrummed under his skin as he fidgeted with his nails and the hem of his shirt, head not even picking up whatever suggestions Quincy was talking about how the ensemble for Thriller should sound because he all he could think about was the sweetness of your sighs breathing down his ears and neck, and the feeling of the softness of your breasts in his hands.
He hadn't meant to lose himself to his desire. God only knows how hard he tried to ignore the lust that kept on lingering at the back of his head whenever threw your leg over his thighs when you're cuddling or when pecks lingered a little too long he began to crave a better taste.
But he did.
And now he can't even do anything today because all he could think about was the way your wall contracted around him as he sinks every inch of him into your dripping pussy.
Bill didn't even question when he hastily left the studio that day, only raising an eyebrow when he asked to be driven to your apartment and left with the instruction to fetch him the next day.
There must be something that showed in his face because when he was told not to wait for him, Bill just laughed and patted his back before leaving.
Tonight, he finds himself in a new position. With him standing you while you bent over, pussy plush red and dripping erotically down onto the cushion of your sofa. You didn't even let the movie you're watching move past the ten minute mark before you're swinging a leg over his lap and kissing him deep.
Now two orgasms in from his tongue and fingers alone, you keened and pushed your ass against him, begging so sweetly to be filled and made love to.
And who is he to deny that?
Pushing his dick in, inch by agonizing inch, the heat of your cunt immediately rises within him, head growing fuzzy with the sheer ecstasy you brought him with every pulse and clench you reward his descent. You cried, fingers clutching onto whatever it can hold as he pushed deeper and deeper.
Halfway in and you're suddenly reaching behind you to hold onto his forearm with a high pitched sound, body shivering as you gasped.
"Mhmm… Mikey, wait—fuck, baby… ngh."
He immediately pauses.
"Sh-should I pull out? Does it hurt?" He asked, panicked as he began to slowly draw his hips back but you shook your head, red tinted nails digging into his skin as a warning.
"No, I'm fine, angel. You-you're just too big, you made me feel so… full."
He flushed.
Such comments shouldn't have flustered him but it did, dick twitching and face heating up in temperatures he himself could not even believe was possible.
"O-okay… Want me to continue, lovely?"
"Give it to me, Mikey. I-I can take it."
He doesn't know what possessed him to do this, why he threw all the restraint in the world and slotted himself to the base into your heat in one fluid motion but he did. Fully submerged into your pussy, he groaned, his grip on your waist turning bruising.
You stilled as you gasped, body shaking with your breathing as you grabbed onto his forearm, and God help him, you looked so beautiful like this. All bare and curves staring back at him.
How lucky is he to witness such a tasteful sight like this?
"You look so pretty like this, baby." He slurred out, already drunk on the heat of your cunt. "Takin' me so well… Doin' so good f'me…"
"Mikey, please…"
Then he begins to move, hips languidly drawing and driving back at first before quickly losing himself in the intoxicating pleasure he kept on imagining himself in since he woke up that morning and left your apartment to go home.
Taking both your hands in his, he reared his hips back and buried himself deeper into your cunt with one quick motion. Your eyes shot to the back of your head, thighs shaking at the sudden thrust as he tore out a cry from your throat.
He didn't mind the dizzying heat rising up to his face nor the telltale signs of passing out from lack of blood flow in his head, all he could think about was the pleasure you're experiencing with your thighs shaking with every push. What a grand death it would if he died right now while you clenched around him like a vice and dug your nails against his forearm.
But as the heat rises, he begins to seek for complete closure, to feel your feverish skin against him and see if you burn as hot as his desire.
He leaned down to press a kiss on your shoulder, burying himself deeper into your pussy in the process that he felt the head of his cock nudge something and you immediately let out a high pitched noise that made him immediately withdraw.
"No!" Hands reaching behind to grab for him and you found his hands still on your waist.
"Baby? Did I hurt you?"
"I'm fi-fine, angel."
"Why'd you make a sound like that? It sounded painful. Don't force yourself if it's too much."
You shake your head incessantly, face crumpling into utter despair as you sobbed out: "You just feel so big, Mikey. Felt it so deep when it hit my cervix."
Michael blanked out.
How is it possible to feel as turned on as he does right now without his head exploding from how hot his body is running?
"Michael, you're bleeding!"
He snapped back, eyes drawn to the vivid red staining the planes of your lower back. Reaching up to check if it came from him, he pulled his finger back and looked at the same color stain on his fingertips.
"Oh."
Turning to face him, your hands cup his cheeks and you analyse his face for any telling signs of sickness.
You're so cute getting all concerned for him when even he's being overwhelmed by the sheer desire and lust swirling within him like a super typhoon. It injects a hellfire heat of desire into his veins like a dose of adrenaline.
"Are you… okay? Should we stop?"
He shakes his head. "No no, I just… Oh god, I'm going crazy."
Because then, he's taking your hands off of his face and surged down to capture your lips in his, idle hand reaching down for his dick to guide him into your hole before he's plunging deeper than he began with earlier and immediately thrusting in and out of you with a desperation only seen from a famished man.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you moaned into his mouth. He swallows it greedily, pace punishing and fast, chest aching with the overwhelming need to have all of you, to have you pushed against him so close you might as well merge into his skin.
He needs you so much it hurts.
You're so close but he still wants more.
The pain from your nails digging on his back is the only thing that keeps his mind grounded and he loses himself in the pleasure, hitting deep he hits that same barrier at the edge of your cunt without fail, your name a mantra on his lips.
"Mikey—fuck! You… mhm—baby…!"
"I know, I know. Give it t'me, please. 'want it so much."
He reached down to roll your clit in feverish but light circles and immediately, you fall apart around him, cumming hard with a pretty cry as you convulsed and clenched around his dick so hard he couldn't stop himself from following suit.
Hot white pleasure explodes behind his eyelids as he stills and empties himself into you, body shivering as he feels every pulse echo within him.
Letting himself fall on top of you, he wraps his arms around you and begins kissing down the length of your throat and across the unmarked planes of your shoulders, reverent and thankful while your hands find the curls on his nape, playing with them as you both come down from your highs.
"You're crazy." You tell him after a long period of silence, the smile in your voice breaking into a tired laugh.
He hummed, arms tightening around you.
"Only for my lady."
Forcing him to look up at you, you stared at the blood he left untouched on his philtrum and gingerly wiped it off with your thumb.
He grimaced and pulled your hand away to wipe the blood from your skin with his palm.
"Don't wipe it off with your hands, it's dirty."
"It was so hot, Mikey. I've never heard of someone getting a nosebleed during sex." You giggled and he flushed, burying his face into the crook of your neck, making you giggle even harder.
ᥫ᭡. description: one stubborn argument, a pair of vibrating panties, and a crowded paris restaurant. trapped in the back of a luxury sedan, the remote control turns a petty power struggle into a breathless, desperate surrender.
content: 18+, smut, vibrating panties, bad!michael, public, car sex, dryhumping, feet play???, arguing, extreme teasing, THIS FREAKY ASF …
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the rain was tapping against the hotel window in paris, a soft, steady rhythm that did absolutely nothing to calm the storm brewing inside the luxurious suite. the air was thick, heavy with the kind of silence that makes your ears ring.
you and michael had been arguing for forty-eight hours straight. it had started over something incredibly stupid. he was being impatient, rushing you to get ready for some big press event he had to attend, and your stubborn streak had kicked in hard. you had refused to let him hurry you, digging your heels in, and before either of you knew it, the whole thing had blown up into a massive, exhausting argument. you had spent the last two days sleeping on opposite sides of the massive king bed, barely even making eye contact.
but tonight was different. tonight, you had reservations at one of the most exclusive, hardest-to-get-into restaurants in all of paris. it had taken michael’s team months of pulling favors to secure a table, and despite the heavy wall of anger between you, neither of you wanted to back down and cancel. it was a matter of pride. you were both going to see this through, even if it meant sitting in icy silence across from each other all night.
you stood in front of the gold-trimmed vanity mirror, carefully zipping up a gorgeous, backless silk dress. it hugged every curve of your body, the dark fabric making your skin glow under the warm lights of the dressing room. in the reflection, you saw michael step into the room. he stopped dead in his tracks.
for a split second, his jaw slackened. his dark eyes softened, melting from the hard, annoyed expression he’d been wearing for days into pure, unfiltered admiration. he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
"you look beautiful, baby," he murmured, his voice soft, husky, and filled with a quiet sincerity that almost made you want to drop your guard right then and there.
for a moment, the thick ice between you started to thaw. you felt a blush creep up your neck. but instead of saying anything, you just turned around to grab your undergarments from the vanity drawer, wanting to keep up your protective wall.
michael always had his team stock your wardrobe with beautiful things whenever you traveled together. there were boxes of designer clothes, shoes, and lingerie waiting for you in every city. so, when you reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of silky black panties you didn't quite recognize, you didn't think twice. you liked the lace detailing and the sleek look of them, so you stepped into them and pulled them up.
michael’s eyes went wide. his jaw practically dropped to the floor, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant from romantic admiration to sheer panic.
"wait, no, no. don't put those on," he said, his voice suddenly urgent as he stepped toward you, holding his hands up as if to stop you.
you snapped your head up, your stubbornness flaring right back to life. "why not? they're cute. and you bought them, didn't you?"
"yes, i bought them, but they aren't for going out," he said, a sudden flush of red creeping up his neck and dusting his cheekbones. he looked incredibly flustered, trying to maintain his polite, gentlemanly composure while clearly panicking. "they're... they are different, sweetheart. please, just take them off and put on a normal pair. we have to go, and those are not suitable for a restaurant."
"suitable?" you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "you've been rushing me and being impatient all day, michael. now i finally find something i actually want to wear, and you're telling me no? what is your problem?"
"i'm not trying to be difficult," he said, taking a deep, steadying breath, trying to keep his voice calm and gentle even though his eyes were wide. "i am telling you, as a gentleman, that wearing those tonight is a very, very bad idea. please, listen to me just this once. change into something else."
your stubbornness was like a brick wall. the more he pushed, the more you wanted to resist. "no. you don't get to tell me what to do just because you're in a bad mood. you're always trying to control everything around you, michael. i'm wearing them, and that's final."
"i am not trying to control you!" he argued, his voice rising an octave in pure frustration, though he still kept his hands neatly tucked near his sides, trying not to look aggressive. "you are being incredibly stubborn right now, and you don't even know what you're doing. just listen to me!"
"i'm leaving," you snapped, grabbing your small clutch purse from the vanity. "the reservation is in twenty minutes. meet me in the car if you're actually coming."
you turned on your heel, your heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor as you marched out of the suite and slammed the door behind you.
michael stood alone in the dressing room, running a hand through his curls, letting out a long, stressed exhale. his eyes fell on the nightstand, landing on a tiny, sleek black remote control that had been hidden behind a jewelry box. a sudden, dark, mischievous look crossed his handsome face. the perfect gentleman in him knew he shouldn't, but the frustrated, teased man in him won out. he walked over, snatched up the remote, slipped it deep into his trousers pocket, and headed out to catch up with you.
the ride to the restaurant in the back of the town car was completely, painfully silent. you stared out the window at the glowing lights of the eiffel tower, refusing to look at him. michael sat on his side of the seat, his hands resting on his knees, his face a mask of polite calm, though his fingers occasionally twitched against his thighs.
when you arrived at the restaurant, it was everything you expected. the lighting was low and romantic, the air smelled of expensive truffles and aged wine, and the dining room was filled with the soft murmur of wealthy patrons and a few very recognizable celebrities. you both kept it casual, nodding politely to a couple of people who recognized michael, putting on a perfect front for the public.
the host led you to a cozy, secluded booth in the corner, offering a bit of privacy while still keeping you in view of the rest of the room. you sat down across from each other, the small table with its crisp white tablecloth the only thing separating you.
"are you still going to pout all night?" michael asked quietly, leaning forward slightly, his dark eyes locked onto yours. his voice was soft, but there was a sharp edge of frustration underneath it.
"i'm not pouting. i'm enjoying the silence," you shot back, keeping your voice low as you gave him a sweet, incredibly fake smile. "it's much better than listening to you rush me."
before michael could reply, a waitress smoothly approached the table. "bonsoir, welcome to l'ambroisie. i am celline, and i will be taking care of you tonight. can i start you with some of our finest champagne before the first course?"
as the waitress spoke, you kept your eyes on michael, giving him another defiant, stubborn look.
michael didn't say a word. instead, he kept his polite, gentle smile fixed on the waitress, but his right hand slipped slowly into his pants pocket.
his thumb found the power button. he clicked it. a sudden, violent, buzzing hum exploded right against your clit.
"ah—!" the gasp ripped out of your throat before you could stop it. your eyes flew wide, your pupils dilating instantly as a massive shockwave of intense, concentrated heat shot straight up your spine and buzzed through your brain. your body reacted instantly; your thighs clamped shut so hard and fast that your knees knocked against the underside of the table with a sharp thud, causing the water glasses to jingle.
the waitress paused, her pen hovering over her pad. she blinked, looking at you with concern. "are you alright, madame?"
you looked at michael in absolute, horrified shock. your heart was hammering against your ribs, and your breath was suddenly shallow. you couldn't believe it. the panties. they were vibrating. and he had the remote.
michael didn't even flinch. his face was a picture of pure, gentlemanly innocence. he looked at the waitress with a soft, reassuring smile. "she's quite alright, thank you, celline. the paris air is just a bit chilly tonight, and she's a little sensitive to the draft. we will gladly take the champagne, please. and perhaps you could keep the ice water coming throughout the evening?"
"of course, monsieur. right away," celline nodded warmly, completely charmed by his polite demeanor, and turned to walk toward the bar.
the very second her back was turned, you leaned across the table as far as you could, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the edge of the mahogany wood. the low, steady hum between your legs was relentless, sending continuous, warm waves of friction directly against your most sensitive spot. you could already feel a heavy dampness blooming in the silk fabric.
"michael," you hissed, your voice shaking so hard you could barely get the words out. "what is this? what did you do to me?"
michael leaned in, resting his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together right under his chin. he looked incredibly handsome, but his eyes were dancing with a dark, wicked amusement that made your stomach flip.
"see why i told you not to wear those, baby?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, velvety purr that was meant for your ears only. "you never want to listen to me. you get so stubborn, and i really, really hate that."
he slid his hand back into his pocket. click. the frequency changed. instead of a steady hum, it began to pulse in a rhythmic, throbbing pattern—slow, then incredibly fast, then slow again.
"oh god," you whimpered, your head dropping. you squeezed your thighs together as hard as you could, desperately trying to stifle the physical sensation, but the pressure only pushed the small, hard motor of the toy directly against your swollen clit. you gasped, a tiny, breathless moan slipping past your lips. you had to bite your tongue to keep from making a scene in the middle of the crowded dining room.
"turn it off," you whispered, glaring at him through eyes that were already glazed over with sudden, intense arousal. "michael, i swear to god, turn it off right now. this isn't funny."
"i'm not laughing, sweetheart," michael replied, his voice still incredibly calm, polite, and steady, though his eyes were burning as he watched your chest heave. "you wanted to be a big girl and make your own decisions. now you have to live with them. i tried to warn you, but you just had to walk out that door."
"you're a jerk," you gasped out, your body trembling as a particularly strong pulse of vibration hit you, making your hips twitch slightly against the plush leather booth. "a selfish, impatient, petty jerk."
michael's jaw clenched. the smug, playful look on his face vanished, replaced by a flash of genuine, frustrated heat. he did not like being called names, especially when he was already running on forty-eight hours of sexual frustration from your arguments.
"is that what i am?" he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming dangerously low. "well, if i'm so petty..."
he reached into his pocket to press the button again, but before he could, a loud, booming voice interrupted the quiet tension of your table.
"michael! my good friend! i cannot believe my eyes!"
you both snapped your heads up. walking toward your table was a very famous european film director, a man michael had worked with on a music video project a couple of years ago. he was loud, flamboyant, incredibly chatty, and loved nothing more than the sound of his own voice.
michael immediately stood up halfway, his professional, polite persona snapping back into place instantly. "pierre! what a wonderful surprise. i didn't know you were in paris."
"ah, just for a few days to scout locations!" pierre boomed, stepping close to the table and shaking michael's hand warmly. "and who is this lovely lady? you must introduce us!"
"this is my fiancée," michael said smoothly, his hand resting casually in his pants pocket. he shot you a quick, warning look. it was a silent command: behave yourself and act normal.
you forced a tight, polite smile onto your face, even though your entire lower body was buzzing like a live wire. "nice to meet you, pierre," you managed to say, though your voice sounded incredibly breathy and strained.
pierre didn't seem to notice. he launched into a long, incredibly detailed, and fast-paced story about his new film, his frustrations with his producers, and his love for french cuisine. he was clearly not going to leave anytime soon.
michael stood there, nodding along, offering polite "uh-huhs" and small smiles, keeping up the appearance of a perfect gentleman. but you could see the tension in his shoulders. his hand was still buried in his pocket, his thumb resting right on the remote.
a sudden, wicked wave of defiance washed over you. your stubbornness wasn't gone; it had just mutated into something far more dangerous. if michael wanted to play games with a remote control in a crowded restaurant, then two could play.
slowly, carefully, you slipped your right foot out of your designer high heel. the cool air of the restaurant felt like ice against your bare skin. under the cover of the long, heavy white tablecloth that draped all the way to the floor, you stretched your leg across the small gap between your seats.
you found his ankle first. you slowly slid your bare toes up his calf, feeling the fabric of his expensive trousers. the very moment your foot made contact, michael's entire body went rigid. his polite nod frozen for a microsecond.
he didn't break eye contact with pierre, but his breathing suddenly got noticeably heavier.
you smirked, feeling a rush of power. you kept going. your foot slid slowly past his knee, traveling up his inner thigh. the heat radiating from him was intense. you kept sliding your foot up until the arch of your bare foot pressed directly against the heavy, rapidly growing bulge in his pants.
michael choked on his own saliva mid-sentence. "...yes, the... the lighting in that scene was... very... creative, pierre."
pierre frowned slightly, looking at him. "are you alright, michael? you sound a bit choked up."
"just... dry throat," michael cleared his throat, his eyes darting down to glare at you with a mixture of shock, frustration, and intense lust.
in immediate retaliation, michael’s thumb aggressively mashed the button inside his pocket.
the vibrator instantly jumped to its absolute highest, wildest setting.
"mmph!" you bit your bottom lip so hard you could taste the metallic tang of copper. your eyes rolled back for a split second as a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave. your body shook, your toes curling as the high-powered vibrations literally buzzed through your entire nervous system. your core was pooling with heat, completely soaked, and your body was screaming for release.
but you refused to let him win. you refused to pull your foot away. instead, you curved your foot, gripping his hardness through the fabric of his suit. you began to slowly, deliberately stroke him. you rubbed the arch of your foot up and down his length, pressing hard, letting him feel exactly how much he was affecting you, and how much you were going to affect him in return.
michael's face flushed a bright, deep red. a thick vein popped out on his neck, and his knuckles turned completely white where he was gripping the edge of the table to keep his balance.
"michael?" pierre asked, now looking genuinely concerned. "mon ami, you look very hot. are you having a fever?"
"i... yes," michael gasped out, his voice incredibly husky, thick, and completely ruined. he couldn't keep his composure for another second. his hand in his pocket was shaking. "it is... very warm in here. pierre, please excuse us. my fiancée... she is feeling very ill. we must leave immediately."
"oh! of course, of course! take care of her!" pierre said, stepping back.
before the director could even finish his sentence, michael grabbed your hand, pulled you out of the booth, threw a messy fistful of hundred-dollar bills onto the table without even counting them, and practically dragged you out of the restaurant and into the cool, rainy paris night.
the moment the heavy door of the luxury town car slammed shut, the quiet interior of the vehicle felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode.
before the driver, jean, could even put the car in drive, michael reached forward with a sudden, aggressive jerk and slammed the black privacy partition shut. the sharp clack of the glass sealing you off was the starting gun.
"what the hell was that?!" michael turned on you, his voice deep, angry, and completely stripped of his usual gentle tone. but his eyes were wide, dark, and wild with a dangerous amount of lust. he grabbed your waist with both hands, pulling you across the leather seat until your chest slammed against his. "you almost embarrassed us in front of one of the biggest directors in europe! you are so incredibly stubborn, you never listen to a single word i say!"
"because you treat me like a child!" you yelled back, your voice cracking with a mix of anger and overstimulation. "you left those panties in my drawer on purpose! you wanted me to wear them!"
"i bought them for us to use in bed!" he growled, his gentlemanly restraint finally snapping. "not for you to tease me with under a table in public!"
before you could shoot another smart remark back at him, michael’s lips slammed down onto yours.
the kiss was rough, messy, and absolutely explosive. it was filled with the bitter taste of forty-eight hours of arguing, mixed with a desperate, starving hunger that had been building between you for weeks. you groaned loudly into his mouth, your hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue demanded entry, tasting you deeply.
you couldn't take the distance anymore. you needed him. you scrambled up, swinging your leg over his lap until you were fully straddling his thighs, your dress riding up to your hips.
the very second your pelvis slammed down onto his hard length, you both let out a loud, breathless gasp.
the vibrating toy was trapped perfectly between your pubic bones. the heavy, intense vibrations from the high setting were transferring directly through the thin lace of your panties and right into his throbbing erection, while pressing relentlessly back against your swollen, wet clit.
"oh, god," michael groaned, his head falling back against the leather headrest. his grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. "oh, baby... what are you doing to me?"
"now you feel it," you whimpered, your head spinning as the crazy high vibration buzzed straight through your pelvis, vibrating through his hard shaft at the exact same time.
you began to grind your hips down on him in a slow, heavy circle, your wet heat rubbing ruthlessly against his zipper. the dual stimulation was so intense your vision blurred. you could feel him twitching under you, rock hard and straining against his pants.
"i was just so mad," michael confessed, his voice breaking, completely vulnerable as he looked up at you with blown-out, glassy eyes. his hand shook in his pocket, hitting the pulse button again, making the toy beat in deep, heavy thuds right against your clit. "i hated... i hated fighting with you so much. i didn't want us to be like this. i was just being impatient because i wanted everything to be perfect for us, and then you wouldn't even look at me."
you let out a soft cry, your body melting as the sheer pleasure of his words and the heavy thrumming between your legs began to break down all your anger. "i wanted you too, michael. i was just so stubborn... i thought you were just trying to control me, and it made me so angry."
"i would never want to control you, baby," he gasped, his hips bucking up slightly, sending a wave of electric friction right through your soaked lace. "i'm so sorry. i'm sorry i rushed you. i'm sorry i was so impatient."
"i'm sorry too," you cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure finally leaking from your eyes as you buried your face in his neck, biting the soft skin there as you ground down harder. "i'm sorry... oh god, michael, it feels too good."
"yes, yes, grind on me, sweetheart," he groaned, his hands moving from your waist to grip your ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pulling you down hard against him. "show me how much you want me. tell me you're mine."
"i'm yours," you gasped, your body completely taking over as you began to dry hump him with a fast, desperate hunger. the thick fabric of his suit pants and the silk of your dress created a burning, tight friction that was driving you both insane. you were completely soaked, the wetness bleeding through your lace and dampening his trousers.
every time you slid down, the toy buzzed violently against your clit and his shaft, sending sharp, electric jolts of pleasure straight to your brain.
michael was panting heavily, his neck flushed red, his head tossing from side to side against the leather seat. "god, you're so wet... i can feel you soaking right through my pants, baby. you're driving me crazy. grind harder, yes, just like that."
you moved your hips faster, matching his desperate, upward thrusts. the car cabin was filled with the hot, heavy sound of your wet friction, the frantic buzzing of the toy, and your mingled, breathless moans. you could feel the tight coil of your climax wrapping tight in your lower stomach, threatening to snap.
"michael, i'm close... i'm going to come, oh god, i can't hold it," you sobbed, your hands clutching his broad shoulders, your fingernails digging into his skin through his jacket.
"come for me, baby. rub right against me and let it go," michael pleaded, his voice completely wrecked, his hips bucking up with a heavy, relentless force to meet every single downstroke. "let me feel you shake."
you let out a loud, uninhibited cry as your climax ripped through you. your internal muscles clamped down hard, pulsing in tight, desperate waves against him. the sheer, raw intensity of the orgasm made your entire body tremble, your head falling onto his shoulder as you sobbed from the pleasure.
seeing you undo like that broke michael completely. with a loud, guttural roar, he bucked his hips up hard, his body locking up as he came. his release came in heavy, hot surges, soaking completely through his underwear and the expensive grey wool of his trousers, staining them as he pumped desperately against your twitching body.
you both collapsed against each other, chests heaving in perfect sync, your hearts hammering wildly against each other's ribs. the car was quiet, save for your ragged breathing and the slow, dying hum of the vibrator as michael finally turned it off.
after a long, quiet minute, neither of you moved. you just held each other tightly, the lingering sparks of pleasure slowly fading into a warm, comfortable glow.
then, a soft, bubbly laugh escaped your lips, echoing in the quiet car. michael let out a breathless, beautiful chuckle of his own, burying his face in your messy hair and kissing your temple. "we are absolutely crazy."
"yeah, we are," you smiled, finally sitting up and smoothing your hair back, looking down at his lap. both of your eyes landed on the exact same spot at the exact same time.
right at the crotch of his expensive, custom-tailored grey trousers was a very large, very noticeable, dark wet spot.
michael stared at it, then looked up at you with a mix of utter disbelief, shock, and sheer amusement. "well. i definitely cannot walk through the main lobby of the hotel looking like this."
smiling warmly, he reached over and pressed the intercom button for the driver. "jean? change of plans. please pull into the VIP side entrance. the one with the private elevator."
he clicked the button off, looking up at you with a lazy, wicked, and completely satisfied grin. "because the second we get upstairs, these pants are coming off. and so are you."
