•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who allowed you to get comfortable in his bed and fall asleep while he finished the movie by himself. Occasionally taking glances underneath your gown and seeing pink lace
•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who couldn’t resist the urge. Cutting off the lights in his bedroom before unbuttoning his jeans and exposing himself, watching his precum roll down his shaft—just feeling the cool air brush past his tip made him shiver with sensitivity
•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who moved your hair out of the way to get a better glimpse at you, tucking your hair behind your ear while his dominant hand did all the dirty work. Stroking himself from his base and back up to the tip, showing himself extra attention in the more sensitive spots before stopping to prevent getting too loud
•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who has been secretly using you as inspiration to orgasm for the past three months. Always stealing you away from his sister just to have alone time with you. Watching you from the distance and playing the innocent role
•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who fantasized about how good you taste in between your legs. Thinking about the night he overheard you talking about how you watched porn and got so turned on watching the woman receive oral from her partner
•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who had his head pressed into his headboard still masturbating with you right next to him. Mouth slightly open and breathing harder than usual, eyes closed as he imagined you on top of him—riding him hard and kissing all over his lips and neck
•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who had a bad habit of collecting a pair of your underwear whenever you came over. Almost getting caught the last time by you, creeping out the room .5 seconds before you walked in to change
•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who had now achieved his first second orgasm and didn’t even attempt to stop. His cum shot out and he continued to keep going as he stared at your beautiful face. Fantasizing about your lips touching his and how you’d look with your lips wrapped around his dick
•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who was whimpering and whispering whatever came to his mind when it came to you. Saying things to you that he’d never be able to do during the day. How badly he needed you and felt pathetic he had to do things like this just to feel relieved from his desires
•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who had woken you up with his sweet whimpering and stuttering through his hot tears. The loud noises his hand made with each stroke , hand covered in his own fluids
•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who was so embarrassed that you had caught him red handed. Little did he know you were into some of the same kinks as he was. Instead of being grossed out you were turned on by it, encouraging him to keep going for your own pleasures. Kissing his ear gently and rubbing his chest while you encouraged him to keep going
•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who watched you undress and expose your chest, allowing him to use it as inspiration to chase his orgasm. Grabbing your breast and dragging your nipple across his mouth and pulling it away just before he could fully enjoy the experience, watching his face grow with desperation and on the verge of crying
•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who had finally came three times before you allowed him to even touch you. Lying against the headboard and allowing him to suck your nipples while still masturbating. Taking breaks to catch his breath just to refer to you as things like “baby girl” or “angel”. Begging for your forgiveness for doing something so wrong right in your face. Listening to your moans get louder as he brought you to your own peak just from his oral fixation
•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who was surprised that you requested for him to cum on your face, making him masturbate harder than he ever had as he watched it shoot all over your tongue and various areas of your mouth. Each ejection feeling better than the first. Having to cover his mouth to mask the overstimulating orgasm he just had
•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who immediately grabbed you by your waist and cried into your abdomen with his hands around your waist while you rubbed the back of his head and soothed his crying. Accepting his multiple apologies and kissing his lips as a sign of forgiveness
Baby I LOVE your writing. I have a freaked out thought, walk with me here please 😩 using a vibe on sub!michael and overstimulating him…
𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧
You and Michael lay shoulder to shoulder in your bed, quietly staring up at the neon stars scattered across your ceiling. It had been years since you’d last seen each other, yet somehow, being together again felt effortless—as if no time had passed at all
Michael was the sweetest person you’ve ever met, sometimes you worried about his kindness being taken advantage of because he wore his heart on his sleeve
The two of you were now facing each other, you watched Michael kiss your hands repeatedly as you roamed your fingers through his hair
“Can I ask you something Peach?”
You earned the nickname “Peach” from Michael when the two of you were kids. Every spring, his mother grew peaches in the backyard, and you’d eat so many that everyone started teasing you about it. They were your favorite fruit, Michael stopped calling you by your real name
“Yes?” You replied
“Don’t laugh at me but…do you ever” he paused “get an urge down there?”
“What kind of urge Michael?”
His eyes left yours for a moment, feeling embarrassed by the conversation but truthfully you were the only person that he trusted to talk about this with
“The kind of urge that makes you want to do stuff”
“Ohh—you’re talking about that” you lightly chuckled “We all feel that way Michael it’s normal”
“So what do you do when you feel that way? How do you make it stop?”
“You really wanna know?” You asked watching Michael nod his head
Curiosity peaking his interest, so much so that you caught his dick twitching through his pants. Licking your lips before turning returning your eye contact
“Whenever I feel that way, I touch myself until I have an orgasm”
Judging by Michael’s lack of response it only allowed you to believe that he was also inexperienced in this aspect
“And—you don’t feel guilty?”
“It’s normal Michael, we’re human and we all have an urge sometimes”
“Can you teach me? Please?” He pleaded
You smiled and kissed Michael on his forehead before pushing him back on the bed
“Can you take these off for me?”
You watched Michael reach for the button on his jeans and slowly pulled them off before you reached in your drawer and grabbed your pink vibrator. He seemed nervous as he watched your movements
“Just relax for me okay?”
You kissed his ear softly causing him to shudder, just the sensation of your lips on his body sent a chill down his spine. Every little touch from you caused him to leak out further, so much so that you were able to use it as a lubricant to stroke him
Feeling your warm hands around his dick as you kissed his neck continuously. His hands immediately clasped onto your arms and his stomach caved in as you progressed through touching Michael “Oh god—oh god” he whimpered
You stopped for a few seconds to turn on your vibrator, watching Michael squirm around and grow nervous “What are you gonna do with that?”
Pressing your vibrator against his tip his body immediately recoiled, the grasp he had on you tightened and he moaned louder feeling the constant vibrations being sent from his tip to his base
“How does it feel Michael?”
“I—It feels so good, it feels like I have to pee” he announced
“Good” you smirked while turning up the speed on the vibrator
Slowly you circulated it around his tip watching his squeal and squirm “Please I need to release this”
You watched as Michael licked his lips and tried to touch himself, just before you swatted his hand away
“You can’t cum until I say so” you commanded
Michael’s whimpering had only gotten stronger, breaking out into a sweat on his forehead trying to fight his natural instincts “Please can I cum?” He begged
Instead of replying you started kissing the back of his ear and down his neck while turning up the speed on the vibrator “Almost baby” you smirked
He continued to exhale deeply , licking his lips and turning his face towards yours “Can you kiss me please?”
“Only because you beg so sweetly”
Your tongue dragged over his bottom lip, he was so eager for your touch that he leaped forward trying to connect your lips with his “s-sorry” he moaned
As you connected your lips with his and allowing him to stick his tongue in your mouth he began moaning uncontrollably. Hands gripping the sheets and applying pressure against your lips with his teeth, the two of you twirling your tongues around one another until you felt tears from Michael’s face connecting with yours
“Baby what’s wrong??” You asked
“I—really wanna cum, I’m leaking all over you right now” he whined
Turning your head towards his tip you realized the mess Michael was making on your bed “Can I taste it first? Then I’ll let you cum”
Michael nodded his head giving you permission and watched you lean in and the wet sensation of your mouth sucking on just his tip caused him to cry out for more, you rubbed his thighs as his cum started to release. Watching his body jerk repetitively while he thanked you over and over again with tears spilling from his eyes
You continued to suck on his tip until you were sure he was done, each whimper and moment of gratitude only made you want to keep going. Taking your dominant hand and stroking his dick while keeping your lips sealed around his tip but this time a lot slower. It only took a few minutes before he came again, this time a lot more dramatic and intense than the first orgasm
You grabbed a rag to wipe your face before returning to clean Michael off, he covered his face in his hands while you did this. Too embarrassed to show himself after cumming back to back and begging the way he did
“I can’t believe I did that” he sighed
“But it felt good didn’t it?” Kissing his forehead and watching him bury his face into the crook of your neck
“It was phenomenal—this might sound crazy but I think I wanna do it again, but with your tongue instead”
The remainder of the evening the two of you explored each other’s bodies. Both of you surprised in a new talented that Michael discovered with his tongue, managing to make you cum so quickly and his new fascination with watching you orgasm. Even allowing you to fuck his face while he masturbated. Meanwhile you quickly grew a passion for making him orgasm until he begged you to stop. The two of you growing a fascination for the other
୭ ˚. jaafar’s ass is way too pretty to be wasted | +18
tw! pègging. sub!jaafar. femdom
Jaafar lies naked face down on the bed, the dim light accentuating his shapely thighs, his small waist, and the curve of his plump bottom. You reach out and run your fingers through his fluffy curls; he lets out a small moan at your touch, and you smirk.
“Are you ready to feel me, beautiful?” you ask, caressing the silicone of the fake penis strapped to your hips.
He buries his face in the pillow, fingers digging into the sheets, the muscles in his arms tensing as his breathing becomes erratic.
“Y-yes,” he whispers, nervous and urgent.
“Look at me when i'm talking to you,” you gently order, leaving his curls and holding his chin, turning his face toward you, forcing him to look you in the eyes. He stares at you through those dark brown irises like a lost deer.
You hold his gaze for a moment longer, savoring the vulnerability that emanates from him. You now slide both hands down, tracing the valley of his spine to the base, where his waist narrows before exploding into the firm roundness of his buttocks.
He lets out a hiccup against the pillow as your fingers sink into that soft, shapely flesh.
“So big for me,” you purr, giving him a playful slap that makes the muscle twitch under your palm. Jaafar lets out a high-pitched groan and arches his back.
You bite your lower lip, kneading his firm buttocks and spreading them apart, revealing the ring of tight muscle. You run your index finger slowly over it, and watch as the cleft contracts even more. You position the tip of the toy against the entrance, barely inserting it; he lets out a whine and squirms.
You give him another lash, this time on the thigh. “Stay still.”
He obeys instantly, freezing under your touch. The lash leaves a pink mark that contrasts beautifully with his brown skin.
“Good boy,” you whisper, biting his earlobe and kissing his temple tenderly.
You firmly grasp his buttocks and slowly insert the lubricated toy. Jaafar buries his teeth in the pillow to stifle a cry. You press your chest against his broad back, burying your nose in his neck to inhale his coconut scent. Without warning, you fully insert the toy and anchor your hands on his thighs, thrusting deeply and swiftly, giving him no time to react.
Jaafar lets out broken, high-pitched sobs, his member hits against his abdomen and his buttocks shake to the rhythm of your thrusts, pre-seminal fluid drips, wetting the sheets.
Your hands dig into his skin, squeezing the sculpted flesh hard enough to leave marks in the morning. You take your pleasure on him, maintaining a relentless rhythm that forces him to arch his back, desperately seeking relief that only you can give him.
The toy disappears completely inside him, devoured by that ring of muscle which, though tight, yields to your control. Jaafar tries to crawl forward, seeking to escape the intensity, but you pull him by the hips, slamming him back against you.
“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” you hiss against his shoulder. “I haven’t given you permission to come yet.”
Jaafar moans, the sound lost in the cotton of the pillow, his cheeks red and wet with tears of pleasure. His fingers, numb from gripping the sheets so tightly, give way and spread across the mattress; having him completely at your mercy is a pleasure beyond words.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room. His heavy ass slam against your pelvis violently, moving hypnotically up and down. You knead and squeeze his skin as if it were a ritual, a carnal ritual only you know how to perform.
You increase the speed, the toy thrusting all the way in, brutally hitting his prostate. Jaafar exhales, his head thrown forward, his curls covering his forehead, his mouth opening in a muffled groan as his eyes roll back.
Jaafar is a beautiful mess beneath you, his inner walls tightening urgently around the silicone. You don't feel it, obviously, but you know it from the way his ass suddenly stiffens.
"Look at you, swallowing it all like the good boy you are," you say huskily against his ear.
He just babbles in response. The welts you laid on him earlier have blossomed into a vibrant red on his buttocks, and you press right there, digging your fingers into the soft flesh as you give him a thrust that makes him squeal.
“Please…” he begs, his voice breaking. “I can’t… I can’t—”
“What do you want, hm?” you tease, abruptly slowing the pace, leaving him hanging. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
He squeaks, a pitiful sound, instinctively thrusting his hips back, trying to regain the thickness that filled him. His eyes, clouded with lust, meet yours before he buries his face again, ashamed of his own hunger.
“I want to come… please,” he sobs, pre-seminal fluid already staining much of the sheet beneath him. You chuckle at his desperation.
“Do it then, show me how much you love being used like this.”
Jaafar lets out a cry that is cut short by a sharp moan, his whole body tensing. The white jet of his orgasm stains the mattress as his buttocks jerk against your pelvis, gripping the toy with one last frantic suction. Finally, he collapses, exhausted, his limbs heavy and numb.
You slip off the harness and leave it on the floor, position yourself over him, and wrap him in your arms. Jaafar instinctively curls up against you, seeking warmth. You stroke his tousled curls, finally placing a kiss on his lips.
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author’s note: i always wanted to do one of these so im GEEKED i was able to find halfway decent videos.
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jaafar loves back shots with you // more
jaafar always gets carried away on movie night
jaafar needy for touch in anyway he can get it
jaafar likes when you take control and ride him nice and slow
jaafar loves missionary midday so he can look into your eyes while he’s pounding into you
jaafar loves when you make a mess of him and on him
jaafar loves to take his time and eat you out
jaafar knows you crave his fingers
jaafar knows all the positions to make you cum
jaafar can’t make it out the car without giving you what you need
“take us, love. take it easy, baby.” | jaafar jackson imagine oneshot.
✧*。 PAIRINGS : sub!jaafar jackson x dom!reader (reader has a strap-on that is referred as "cock")
✧*。 CONTENTS : sub!jaafar, pegging (strap-on but it's gotta refer to as cock here), overstimulation, reader has a huge cock, dumbification (kinda??), mind corruption (idk what it's called but imma call it that), dacryphilia, small mention of body worship (perhaps once or so) some cursing ig, made this cause ngl jaafar's the juiciest jackson, mommy kink cause the other admin gave me the idea of jaafar calling reader mommy ig, pet names, a bit of aftercare in the end ig, smut smut freaky smut stuff + this is inspired after seeing nobody talk about how we need more pegging Jaafar fanfics <3
✧*。 A/N : hello!! im the second admin of this blog and I just made some BULLSHIII (this is my first time writing smut so kinda nervous and take ts with a grain of salt). the writing highkey ucks ass and this is a lil short cause i was so in a rush and im lazy as fuck but i tried my best okay 😭. been seeing a few anons requesting this so i knew i had to finish this as soon as possible as this has been sitting at my drafts for sometime now and they were starving for one pegging jaafar fic. 😵💫
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 imagine pegging sub!jaafar cause you can't get enough of that juicy ass you ever so desired and you thought how corruptible he is like he needs some big cock to fuck his brains out.
like just the tip inside of that tight hole and he's already in shambles cause holy shit, like damn he knew you were big but not THAT big.
“a-aah..! fuck— babe baby i— your cock is s-so big— ahhnnngh..~ fuckfuck—!” jaafar whimpered, legs trembling so much cause gosh, you're so fucking big and you haven't even slide it all in yet, it was only the tip.
“shh... baby c'mon you can take it, i know you can..” you mumbled, you couldn't help but groan slightly because of how tight he is around your cock.
“oh god— you're so fucking tight around my cock, feeling so good in this tight hole of yours n-ngh...”
jaafar whimpered, tears running down his face– fuck he's too overstimulated already.
though, you grew a little more bolder as you finally slammed all of your cock in him– drawing a loud cry from jaafar from how fucking good your cock felt all in him.
“b-babe it's too much too much i-i— please... baby, you're making me feel so—so fucking good ngh!–” he whimpered pathetically under you, hiccuping slightly as you kept going.
“aw i know baby i know shh.. but i know you can adjust to this eventually.. i now you can 'cause you're my good puppy boy for me mmh-...”
you kept on thrusting him in and out, hitting that prostate area, your pace not too harsh but rough enough to make his eyes roll back. watching his back arched in pleasure as sweat drips on his chest.
“haah— m-mommy pwease— i wanna cum so much mommy— please I been a good-hic-boy for you— a good puppy boy please fuck—!” jaafar moaned softly as you couldn't help but feel your heart swell because oh how could you say no to those pretty doe eyes??
“aw poor baby... you wanna cum so much now huh? can't hold it any longer hm?” you taunted teasingly as you increased your pace a little more so.
“yesyesyesYES—! please mommy— oh please let me cum, i wanna cum now..!!” he whimpered, hiccuping pathetically as you eventually gave in— increasing your pace and getting deeper non-stop.
“such a good puppy boy aren't ya..~?” you whispered, leaning to his ear as your free hand gripped one of his buttlocks before spanking it firm enough but not too harshly to hurt.
“oh mommy please— keep going keep going! i'm your puppy! i swear im a good puppy yesyes—” he blabbed out, panting as he's close to his climax– his throat feels sore from moaning, back arched like a cat beneath you.
“fuckfuckfuck—mommy im coming im coming im coming—nnggGHH!” his thighs shook as white-hot pleasure shoots out like lightning bolts, he couldn't help but let out a loud, cry shamelessly as thick, hot strands of come splutters out on the bed and even on his stomach and yours too.
you loved the sight of him, his form trembling, panting as sweat clings on skin while trying to get a breath heavily.
you slowly pulled the strap out before removing it and tossing it away before cradling jaafar and laying beside him, your fingers brushing his dark curls comfortingly
poor baby is so exhausted from taking it so well, he deserves the best aftercare ever as he's been so good... ( ◜‿◝ )♡
ik i said i'd shorten it but this is the most i could do
requested by anon !!
the second the hotel room door clicked shut behind you, the entire night seemed to catch up to him at once.
jaafar let out a long breath, one hand reaching for the collar of his dress shirt while the other stayed planted on your waist.
the city lights outside spilled through the massive windows in blurred streaks of gold and white, reflecting softly against the marble countertops and dark furniture of the suite.
somewhere below, traffic moved in distant waves, muffled this high up. the air conditioning hummed quietly overhead, cool against your skin after hours spent in crowded rooms, camera flashes, and too many people.
but the room itself felt warm.
maybe because of him.
his suit jacket hung loose off one shoulder now, the fabric wrinkled from the car ride back and from your hands. his tie hung loose around his neck, completely undone, and the first few buttons of his shirt had come open at some point between the elevator and the room.
he looked too good.
you kicked your heels off near the door with a dull clack against the floor before looking back at him.
jaafar was already staring.
leaning against the edge of the dresser with one hand braced behind him, shirt slightly untucked, while his eyes followed you through the room with absolutely no shame.
his gaze dragged over you slowly as you crossed the room toward him, the silk fabric of your dress shifting softly against your skin with every step, catching the warm amber light spilling from the lamps beside the bed.
“stop looking at me like that,” you murmured.
a lazy grin pulled at the corner of his mouth.
“give me a reason to look anywhere else.”
you rolled your eyes, but the distance between you closed instantly as his hands slid around your waist, pulling you in. his palm felt warm through the thin fabric of your dress.
“see?” he whispered, his eyes dipping to your lips. “you can’t.”
your pulse quickened. it always did when he looked at you like this.
the expensive black dress shirt stretched across his chest as he leaned back against the dresser, sleeves rolled carelessly to his forearms.
his eyes looked darker than usual, heavy-lidded and intensely focused on you.
“you’re quiet,” he murmured after a moment.
your fingers drifted to the satin hanging around his collar, smoothing it between your fingers.
“so are you.”
a quiet breath left him through his nose before his eyes flicked back to your face.
“that’s because i’m trying very hard to behave.”
fighting a smile, you tilted your head slightly. “behave from what?”
amusement flickered across his face. “you know exactly what,” his voice had gone rough enough to send heat crawling down your spine.
you pretended to think for a second before narrowing your eyes at him dramatically.
“no,” you said thoughtfully. “i don’t think i do.”
jaafar just looked at you for a second, already fully aware you were messing with him.
you only smiled innocently back.
then his hands tightened around your waist before he pulled your hips flush against his.
and you felt it.
to say he was turned on would have been putting it lightly. you could feel the firm, demanding heat of him burning through his slacks.
“still confused?” he murmured.
your fingers stilled against the satin hanging loose around his neck. you didn’t answer right away. instead, you gave the ends of the fabric a slow, deliberate tug, bringing his face just inches from yours while a small, knowing smirk played on your lips.
jaafar studied your face for a second, his own grin fading into a look of cautious amusement.
“i know that look. you’re up to something.”
“maybe i am,” you hummed, flashing him an innocent smile before sliding your hand down to take his.
jaafar let you pull him away from the dresser with little resistance, following you over to the bed. he settled back against the headboard, one arm draped loosely over the pillows behind him as he watched you climb into his lap.
your dress rode higher against your thighs, the silk bunching slightly as your knees settled on either side of him. his hands found your hips again without hesitation.
you leaned in first, kissing him softly. both of your eyes fluttered shut almost immediately. the kiss stayed lazy at first – slow and unhurried. your lips moved against his, tongues brushing while jaafar kissed you back with a quiet eagerness that made warmth curl in your stomach.
you felt his fingers push into the supple skin of your waist as you kissed him harder, your hands sliding up his chest to grip at the collar of his shirt. it was intimate, wet, and slow like you were trying to coax each other to open up.
a quiet sound slipped from him at the feeling – soft and breathy.
your stomach tightened at that.
you loved watching his composure slip piece by piece whenever you touched him like this.
his hands drifted lower after, settling against the tops of your thighs while you shifted against him. the movement made your dress ride up further, until the only thing separating you and jaafar was his pants and your underwear. with one fluid motion, you shifted forward just enough that your center pressed flush against him.
his breath caught in his throat, fingers tightening at your waist. his hips pushed up without permission, grinding against you once – slow and filthy until the friction stole your own breath away.
jaafar caught your bottom lip with his teeth, nipping and tugging slightly, coaxing a breathy gasp from you. your hands slid down his chest just enough to gather the fabric of his shirt, gripping the collar tightly as your hips rose involuntarily into his grasp. his grip on your waist grew tighter, falling lower to hold the tops of your thighs. he pulled you even closer to him until you sat back completely on him, your weight resting against his hips.
you could feel him, hard and heavy, pressing directly into you.
you guided your kisses lower, mouth brushing the edge of his jaw.
his head tipped back slightly on instinct, exposing the long stretch of his throat to you like a silent invitation. and you accepted it.
you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the sharp edge of his jaw, then another. his skin was hot. the second your lips met his skin, a low groan slipped from his throat.
your lips dragged along his jaw, your tongue flicking out to taste the warmth of his skin, the faint smell of his cologne clinging to his neck. he was so warm beneath you, his muscles tense, holding his breath like he was waiting to see if you'd stop.
you wouldn't, of course
you trailed lower, your mouth lingering on the smooth line of his throat. you pressed your lips wider against the sensitive skin just below his ear, sucking lightly just to feel him shudder beneath you.
you trailed the kisses lower, on his neck, down to his chest.
he rocked up again, a little more firmly this time. he was grinding you down now, hands tight on your waist, dragging you over the length of him like he needs the friction or he's going to lose it.
you bit your lip.
he was so hard already, it was ridiculous, and you were soaked. the damp material of your panties clung to your slit like a second skin, and with every slow grind, your clit caught just right on the thick ridge of him.
you felt dizzy.
drunk on the sensation.
your breath got stuck somewhere high in your chest, and all you can do was move with him – rolling your hips, letting him pull you back and forth over him.
“you feel…” jaafar groaned again, his eyes fluttering shut. his head dropped back onto the pillows as another roll of his hips met yours. “...god, you feel so good like this.”
your fingers gripped his collar. you were panting now, lips parted, flushed all the way to your chest.
your clit was throbbing, your thighs trembling.
all you were doing was rocking against him, barely more than dry humping, but even then, the friction was already too much.
you leaned in again, brushing you lips beneath his ear, and jaafar shuddered beneath you. his grip on your waist grew bruisingly firm, like he’s doing everything in his power to ground himself.
“feel that?” he mutters low against your shoulder, his breath ragged. “that’s what you do to me.”
you swallowed hard, head spinning. you couldn’t even bring yourself to answer.
you just leaned in again, kissing down the length of his throat while he kept rocking you, grinding you down like he’s trying to get you both off without taking a single layer of clothes off.
you couldn’t stop.
but you couldn’t let him keep setting the pace.
still catching your breath, you slid your palms down his arms, over the sleeves stretched across his biceps and along his exposed forearms, your fingertips skimming the faint veins beneath his skin.
he watched you with lips parted, chest heaving, his brows pulling together when you finally reached down and took him firmly by the wrists.
“what are you doing?” he murmured, his voice thick and rough.
you only leaned in to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling back.
your fingers found the satin tie hanging loose around his neck. the fabric felt cool and smooth against his skin as you wrapped it carefully around his wrists once… then twice.
jaafar looked down at his captured wrists, his mind finally putting two and two together. you could see the exact moment the haze vanished from his mind. when he looked back up, a hunger flared in his eyes, his gaze darkening completely as his chest began to rise and fall in a much slower, deeper rhythm.
“baby,” the word came out half-laugh, half-disbelief.
you tilted your head innocently. “what?”
“you can’t be serious,” he breathed.
your fingers slid along his wrists gently before guiding his arm backward toward the headboard. the hotel sheets rustled underneath him as he leaned back slightly to let you move him where you wanted. his eyes never left your face once.
the room felt quieter than before.
smaller somehow and more intimate.
you looped the tie around the bedframe carefully before tightening the knot just enough to hold.
you felt him again– how hard he was underneath you. how close he was to snapping. jaafar flexed his wrist experimentally against the satin before letting out a soft, disbelieving laugh under his breath. he was so hard, his cock twitching under you.
“oh my god,” he muttered.
you only smiled.
“you’re scary.”
but his voice came out quieter now, warmer. because, despite the words, he was looking at you like he wanted you to keep going.
you leaned forward, resting your palms flat against his chest and letting your full weight settle into his lap. the sudden, close heat of your body made him let out a low, rough grunt.
his jaw clenched so tight a small muscle ticked in his cheek, his eyes half-lidded as they locked onto yours.
“you’re driving me insane, baby,” he rasped, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly tone that sent a shiver straight down your spine.
“i’m just taking my time,” you hummed, sliding your hands slowly down the front of his shirt.
you popped the remaining buttons open one by one, your fingertips brushing over the warm, smooth skin of his chest. every time your nails lightly scraped over his skin, his breath hitched, his chest rising in sharp, shallow swells beneath your palms.
leaning down, you let your breath brush against his lips, but you didn't kiss him right away. you hovered there, teasing him, until jaafar groaned and lifted his head off the pillows to try and close the distance himself. he couldn't quite reach, straining forward with a quiet huff of frustration.
a triumphant little smile pulled at your mouth. you rewarded him then, capturing his lips in a kiss that was no longer lazy.
it was deep and demanding.
jaafar poured all his energy into the movement of his mouth, his tongue tangling with yours with a desperate eagerness. he was completely matching your rhythm now, his chest heaving under your hands as you broke the kiss to trail your mouth down his chin.
you shifted on top of him, straddling his thighs, the soft press of your inner thighs brushing his trousers as you steadied yourself. all you could feel was him straining under you, bound above, eyes glassy with need.
he tried to jerk upward again, wrists flexing hard against the satin tie. it tightened with the tension, tugging against the frame, but it held.
and the way he groaned when he realized he couldn't move – when it finally sank that he couldn’t reach for you, couldn’t pull you closer, couldn’t take the lead the way he usually did.
it sent a shiver straight through you,
a pulse.
a throb.
a wicked ache that bloomed between your legs and crawled up your spine.
he was completely at your mercy.
your hands slid slowly up his chest again, spreading the panels of his dress shirt wider.
it was rumpled at his sides now, bunched in messy folds under your knees, completely open from the collar down to his waist.
you let out a soft, breathless laugh, looking down at the result.
jaafar couldn’t have cared less about the state of his clothes.
he was only looking at you.
“you’re terrible,” he groaned.
he had a smile, tugging at the corner of his mouth. teeth caught on his bottom lip.
but the second your mouth returned to his chest, his smile disappeared.
he was burning hot under your lips, his chest smooth and firm. you kissed down his sternum, open-mouthed, dragging your tongue along the hard dip between his muscles, feeling every shudder of his body as he struggled to stay still for you.
his stomach jerked, contracting sharply when you nipped the sensitive skin just above his navel.
your hands followed, nails grazing lightly down his sides.
“my god,” he breathed, his head slamming back against the pillow. “you’re–”
you glanced up again.
he was panting now, his pupils swallowing nearly all of the dark warmth in his eyes. his lips were parted, swollen, and you watched the muscle in his jaw lock as he tried to keep himself completely still because he knew you wanted him to.
and then you popped the metal clasp of his trousers.
his body tensed. a full-body shudder ripping through him, his hips fighting not to thrust straight into your hands.
you caught your bottom lip between your teeth and tugged the zipper down just enough, the smooth, metallic glide sending another wave of liquid heat rolling through your core. you hooked your fingers over the waistband of his dark briefs and pulled his dick out into the open air.
oh fuck.
he was thick, swollen, and visibily twitching against his abdomen.
at the tip, a bead of pre-cum had already bloomed, glistening against the flushed skin.
you swore you saw it pulse.
your mouth went completely dry.
there was something so intensely obscene about the sight of him like this – the way he was already leaking for you, the head straining for attention.
begging to be touched.
begging for your hands, your mouth, anything.
you settled your weight right back onto his thighs.
your own panties clung to you, soaked completely through, clinging tight between your lips from how wet you were.
but instead of pulling back, you ground down.
slowly.
your soaked panties met the leaking head of his cock, and the contact was electric.
it hit your clit just right, rubbing against the stiff, burning ridge beneath you, and you both moaned at the same time.
jaafar bucked upward on instinct, tugging on the satin tie. the restraint held firm, keeping his arms anchored and trapping him under your weight.
“oh my god– ,” he gasped, his voice breaking halfway through.
his eyes snapped open, locked onto yours, completely undone but still trying to hold your gaze. “what are you– shit, baby, please–”
“shhh,” you whispered, leaning forward to press another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
his lips chased yours with a desperate eagerness, but you were already pulling away.
you rolled your hips again.
slower, deeper, dragging your soaked heat across the full length of his cock like it was nothing.
“god– you’re gonna– ” his voice dissolved into a strained rasp.
his wrists pulled back hard against the satin tie, the muscles across his chest and shoulders flexing as his breath hitched deep in his throat.
“you’re so hard,” you whispered softly, rocking your hips against him again. “you’re dripping.”
your panties were grinding directly against his bare skin, slick, warm, and filthy between you.
the damp silk of your underwear smeared the mess directly over his head, spreading his pre-cum across both of you until everything felt friction-soaked and slippery.
“don’t say it like that,” he muttered, his jaw clenching as he tried to lift his hips upward to meet you.
you moaned this time, the sound catching in your throat.
the contact hit your sweet spot too perfectly. your body was starting to throb from the inside out.
your thighs trembled slightly as you moved again, your clit grinding along that burning, swollen ridge.
you leaned down to kiss his jaw, trailing your mouth along his neck. you bit down gently just below his ear as you rolled your hips in another slow, deliberate circle.
when he let out a wrecked groan, you felt the vibration of it low in your belly, twisting everything tight.
you were soaked.
your pussy found the exact shape of him, and you settled there, pressing down slowly, letting your full weight sink into his lap until the thick ridge of his cock was nestled snug against your folds.
it was too much and not enough all at once.
you stilled for a second. you felt him pulse hard against you.
you felt your own arousal spill, hot and thick, soaking the fabric of your underwear until it grew slippery beneath you. even with the layer separating you, it felt like he was everywhere.
jaafar’s breath stuttered.
you glanced up, and his face was completely undone. his head was tipped back against the pillows, his jaw clenched so tight a sharp muscle ticked in his cheek.
the tension in his upper body was immense, his sleeves bunched around his forearms as his arms remained taut against the bedframe, but he didn't move.
he just took it.
“shit, baby,” he whispered, his voice raw and gravelly. “you’re so wet… i can feel it. i can feel everything.”
“yeah?” you breathed, leaning forward until your palms pressed flat against his bare chest.
his skin was hot under your hands, his heart hammering hard enough that you could feel the rhythmic thud against your fingertips.
you ground again, slower this time, a deep, heavy roll that made your clit throb and your jaw tremble.
it was so messy now.
the squelch of your slick catching every time your pussy slid over his skin.
all he could do was watch you through half-lidded eyes.
he jerked once, but the satin tie binding his wrists held him firm.
“please,” he choked out, his eyes squeezing shut as his head turned into the pillow. “please, baby... if you keep doing that, i’m gonna–i can’t–”
you tightened your thighs, dragging yourself forward one last time, letting the tip of his cock press right beneath your clit. you held the pressure there, freezing in place.
you just felt him pulse.
you wanted him to lose his mind.
you wanted him to break completely.
but more than that, you wanted to ride that exact edge – watching every stutter of his hips, every ragged breath, while he fought against the restraints and begged for something you weren't ready to give him yet.
jaafar let out a quiet, broken whimper.
it punched straight to your core.
your hips faltered, your rhythm stuttering as a rush of heat flooded through you. you couldn’t help the sharp gasp that slipped out of your lips, your body shuddering as the head of his cock dragged just right over your sweet spot. you were close, too.
embarrassingly close.
“please,” jaafar begged again, his voice entirely broken this time. “baby, please, let me touch you… i need to… you’re gonna make me cum just like this–”
you sat up straighter, your hips still grinding in slow circles as you braced your hands on his stomach. he was flushed, panting, his wrists twisted uselessly above him. his cock twitched under your gaze, smeared entirely slick from where you had been grinding over him.
his skin flushed a deeper shade, stretched over the hard lines of his chest and abdomen. his abs twitched sharply when your fingers traced lightly down his ribs, catching the deep shiver that ran through his entire frame.
you bent forward again, slower this time.
you pressed your lips back to the heat of his lower stomach, your mouth open, your tongue dragging with slow intent. his cock rested just above your face now, so close that the swollen head brushed your cheek when you shifted your weight. your hands slid up the thick muscle of his thighs, your nails grazing lightly as you went.
he was panting through gritted teeth. you breathed against the head of his cock, and his entire stomach jerked. he tested the bound satin again, but the tie remained tight.
you met his gaze, your lips curling into a slow, smug smile.
then, without warning, you finally took him into your mouth.
just the tip.
just enough for your lips to slip warm and wet around the head of his cock, letting it rest heavy on your tongue.
jaafar groaned, sounding like even the lightest touch of your mouth was almost too much for him to take.
you pulled back slightly, letting him fall from your lips with a quiet wet pop.
his hips jerked instinctively, straining upward toward your face
you glanced up, watching the smooth muscles in his forearms tense against the fabric.
your fingers curled loosely around the base of his shaft, just enough to anchor him, your thumb stroking lightly over the thick ridge on the underside. your mouth hovered over the tip, close enough that your breath fanned out in steady, warm pulses, making the bead of pre-cum glisten even more.
you dragged your tongue along the slit.
slow and delicate.
just a taste.
he let out a choked noise that made your own thighs clench again.
then you did it again — slower this time, the flat of your tongue dragging down the head, tracing along the swollen rim before circling back up to the top.
you watched him twitch beneath you, watched the muscles in his stomach ripple and his chest rise in short, shallow bursts.
“shit, baby—” he grits out, his voice completely strained, his eyes squeezed shut.
you hummed softly against his skin, your mouth ghosting over the flushed head as if you were savoring it.
you pressed an open-mouthed kiss right to the tip.
then another, and another, working your way around him in slow, teasing circles.
your saliva mixed with his pre-cum, warm and sticky as your lips smeared across the head. you never took more than just the top inch into your mouth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of more.
“you’re killing me,” he groaned, tugging hard against the satin. “please–”
you looked up at him, your eyes bright. “please what?”
he swallowed, his throat working as he tried not to break completely. “please suck me. let me in your mouth.”
you smiled before dragging your tongue hard against the underside of the head, dragging it down with unbearable pressure.
you gathered saliva in your mouth, lubricating the shaft before wrapping your hand around the base.
once you were satisfied, your hand started to move, stroking the thick length with a lazy pace.
his hips twitched, his mouth falling open. “oh my fucking god.”
you took him again, a little deeper this time, lips wrapping snug as you sucked shallowly in soft, rhythmic pulls that made his back arch and his voice crack.
he was panting now, moaning under his breath like the sound was being ripped out of him.
you held his gaze, unblinking, and went even slower.
you let him slide out of your mouth, saliva stringing from your lips to the tip, before kissing your way back down to the base. every few seconds, you returned to the tip again, like it was the first time, making him work for every bit of attention.
he groaned, hands fisting helplessly against the headboard. finally, you opened your mouth wide and started to take him deeper.
slow.
so fucking slow.
the stretch made your jaw ache immediately, but you kept going, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach.
his voice was breaking with every sound, and you felt the vibration straight in your core.
he twitched against your tongue, leaking even more as his hips strained up into the heat of your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, then eased up, dragging your mouth back with a long, slow pull until just the tip rested on your tongue.
his dark eyes found yours, wild and desperate with need.
you smiled sweetly and slid down deep again, pulling off gradually while dragging your tongue along the entire underside.
you made sure he felt every ridge and every flick.
your hand started moving again, wrapping tightly around the base.
his hips twitched, his mouth falling open as he tried not to break completely under the pressure.
“oh my god.”
he was panicking in the best way.
his hips jerked uselessly while his bound arms fought against the tension in his shoulders. the tie didn’t budge.
he was entirely helpless.
it was obvious he wasn’t used to being this wrecked from so little.
you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, base to tip, then swirled your tongue once around the head before dragging your lips off him, slow and merciless.
“you like that?” you murmured against the shaft, your breath hot.
he nodded frantically, his jaw clenched tight. you gave him a teasing stroke of your thumb back up his slick shaft, and he writhed beneath you, his whole body tense and trembling.
he was beautiful like this.
tied up and completely unraveling right in front of you
a sheen of sweat glistened along his hairline, his lips parted and red as he tried not to cum just from this.
and then you gave him what he had been begging for.
you wrapped your mouth around him again and sank, going past that two-inch mark. you sank slower, letting your throat stretch around the thick shape of him as your hand gripped his base, guiding him all the way in.
his moan was guttural, torn straight from his chest. his legs shook. he tried to lift his hips and failed against the tight restraint, choking out a desperate, “baby, please–”
you moaned around him in response, the deep vibration buzzing through every inch of him, and his whole body broke. he was leaking down your throat, twitching uncontrollably, his thighs trembling against your shoulders as his mouth gasped open.
you pulled back slowly. you kissed the tip one more time like an apology, then rested your cheek against his thigh, letting him think he was getting a moment to recover. his chest heaved in broken, shallow bursts. his arms were still flexed and trembling, his knuckles pale from how hard he was gripping at nothing.
you smiled, not even pretending to be sorry. you watched the heavy, uneven rise and fall of his chest for just a beat before you slowly leaned back down, refusing to give him time to actually catch his breath.
your mouth returned to the head of his cock, slow and reverent, before you pushed forward until you felt the stretch again. the thickness of him pressed to the very back of your tongue, your lips stretched tight around the base of the head. your jaw ached, but the way he sounded like he was breaking apart under your tongue turned you on too much to stop.
he was muttering now, nonsensical praise and filth tangled together. “so good, baby, so good, that’s it, deeper– take it, yeah, just like that…”
your throat fluttered in protest, the heat and thickness pressing deep. you pulled back with a wet gasp, letting the crown rest heavy on your tongue while you sucked in two quick breaths.
jaafar watched you, his chest rising in hard, shaky swells. “you’re doin’ so good, baby,” he murmured, voice completely raw. “look at you.”
the praise made your core clench around nothing.
determined, you leaned forward, your tongue flattening beneath his weight as your lips slid lower. another inch, then another, past the soft give of your throat until you flinched, pulling back instinctively with a sharp gag.
your eyes watered as you sucked in air.
“easy,” jaafar soothed, his wrists twisting against the satin bound to the bedframe. “don’t rush. just breathe.
you nodded and lowered your mouth again.
guiding him with your hand as you eased your mouth open around him, taking him deeper inch by inch. you could feel every ridge, every twitch of his cock, dragging hot against your tongue.
tears stung the corners of your eyes as the tip pressed into that deep spot again. you paused there, breathing shallowly as your body adjusted. your thighs squeezed together, achingly wet from his breathless noises and the weight of him stretching your throat.
jaafar’s voice was thick with restraint.
“that’s it, baby… god, you’re taking me so well.”
you whimpered around him, a choked sound that made his cock jerk in your mouth. you gripped the base tighter and pushed down a little further. every time you hit your limit, you pulled back just enough to breathe before trying again.
“mouth’s too good, baby,” he gritted out. “you’re gonna make me lose it.”
finally, your throat gave.
jaafar choked. “oh– there you go.” his voice cracked. “there you go.”
his head dropped back, his eyes rolling up as his whole body twitched. his hips jolted slightly, but he froze immediately after, fighting every instinct not to fuck up into your mouth.
he was buried so deep you couldn’t even hum, your throat trembling around the intrusion.
you pulled back slowly, your jaw trembling by the time you finally slipped off him and gasped for air.
jaafar was completely wrecked – his face flushed dark, his hair damp with sweat, chest rising in uneven breaths.
you met his gaze, your own tear-lined.
you kept your eyes locked onto his as you immediately slid right back down, your hand wrapping around his base, slick and warm.
his groan vibrated through the mattress.
your mouth was stuffed so full that your jaw felt like it was about to cramp.
he threw his head back into the pillow, groaning so loud it vibrated through the mattress. "baby, don’t move. please don't–”
you froze, letting your throat flutter helplessly around him. you could feel the way the tight confinement drove him crazy, his hips twitching with the urge to thrust.
then, you started to move again, pulling back with a slick, obscene sound. you caught your breath in a wet gasp and then sank back down just as slowly.
you let your hands get completely filthy, smearing the copious amounts of his own pre-cum until the noise between his thighs was a constant, heavy squelch that filled the quiet room.
jaafar’s eyes heavy-lidded as he watched you completely dismantle him. “shit, you’re making such a mess,” he hitched, his bound wrists twisting weakly against the satin.
his jaw fell completely open. a high, broken whimper leaked out of him, his dark eyes rolling back so far only the whites showed for a second. “so good—baby, please, just like that, right there—”
you used your thumb to aggressively smear his own leaking fluid right over the sensitive slit at the tip.
his abdomen locked. the muscles went completely rigid, a violent tremor passing from his chest straight down to his knees. he didn't even have the breath to scream.
his chest just stayed puffed up, frozen, as the first thick pulse erupted from him, painting his stomach. a low, gravelly groan finally scraped out of his throat, his bound arms straining against the headboard as his body turned itself inside out.
but you didn't let him descend. you didn't give him that grace.
while he was still actively pulsing, your hand kept going — slower now, but heavier, dragging friction over skin that had just become a raw nerve.
jaafar’s eyes snapped open, instantly pooling with tears from the sheer, unadulterated shock of the sensitivity.
“no, no, wait. please, hold on–” he thrashed, his hips trying to sink back into the mattress to escape your hands.
“i know,” you whispered against his jaw, your voice dripping with artificial sympathy. “i know, baby.”
you twisted your palm over the head, a wet, bruising rotation that completely short-circuited his recovery. his legs shook violently as his nervous system misfired. before the first orgasm had even cleared his chest, his hips jolted upward in a second, desperate spasm. another wave forced its way out of him, completely unprompted, a pathetic, weeping sob tearing from his lungs as he came twice in less than a minute.
he was practically hyperventilating now, his mouth working silently as he fought for oxygen, the corners of his eyes leaking fat tears that tracked down into his hair. he looked completely ruined, entirely used.
the mess on your hands was obscene now, a thick, white-streaked lacquer of his own seed that made every stroke sound incredibly vulgar. you picked the pace right back up, showing no mercy to his overstimulated body, your fingers wrapping tight around the base to milk him completely dry.
“i can’t–” he cried out, his voice completely broken, his fingers twitching helplessly against the satin knots.
“you’re doing so well for me,” you cooed, your thumb tracing the underside of his head over and over until a clear, thin fluid started to steadily leak out, mixing with the heavy mess on your palms.
the overload took over entirely. he couldn't even form words anymore – only high, pathetic, rhythmic whines escaped him as his third climax hit, a deep, full-body shudder that left him completely paralyzed. you handled him roughly through the entire peak, forcing every last drop out of his trembling length before your hand finally came to a heavy rest over his slick skin.
jaafar stared blankly at the ceiling, his chest heaving in broken, shallow hitches. his skin was burning to the touch, drenched in sweat, his eyes glazed as tremors continued to move through him.
slowly, you shifted off his thighs and knelt by his head. the sharp edge from before was gone now, replaced by a heavy exhaustion.
“hey,” you murmured softly, brushing a damp curl away from his forehead.
a low, breathy hum came from his throat. he turned his head, blinking up at you through a lingering haze.
your fingers reached up to the headboard, patiently working at the tight knots. the second the tie fell loose, jaafar let out a long, shaky sigh.
he lowered his arms with a quiet wince, faint red marks circling his wrists.
he reached for you, his large, warm hand reached up, gently cradling the back of your neck to draw you down.
you collapsed against his chest, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close.
“god, baby...” he whispered against your hair, his voice rough and quiet.
a tired laugh escaped him, the sound vibrating softly through his chest. “i think you actually broke me.”
you let out a soft laugh, peppering slow, soft kisses all over his cheek and jaw.
“sorry.”
the words might have sounded more convincing if you weren't smiling.
“yeah, keep smiling,” he said, the threat completely ruined by how exhausted he sounded.
“just wait until i can use my hands again.”
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this was wayyyyy longer than i wanted it to be
idk if i'm happy w/ it, but i hope u guys enjoyed it regardless :D
Summary: Michael was curious and who was better to ask than his friend
Now playing: Worst behaviour -kwn (feat. Kehlani)
“So, does riding hurt girls?” Michael randomly asked as he sat on the carpeted floor of your dorm room.
You looked at him from your bed, with your eyebrows furrowed, thinking of what could have him ask such a question.
“It just depends.” You shrugged answering honestly. Michael hummed, a comfortable pause in the air.
“Does it hurt you?” He asked. When you told Michael you’ll help him with life experiences, it went farther than you thought.
When Michael came to college, he didn’t have many friends. Both of you were paired for a project and you being a social butterfly, he felt comfortable with you.
He had an initial attraction to you but after allowing him into your circle, it only grew. One boring night in your dorm, he confessed he didn’t have much experience.
Why wouldn’t you want to help a very attractive, adorable, friend in need.
Somehow you ended up being friends with benefits.
•••
“You ready, baby?” You asked him, wrapping your hand around his large length. He nodded, breath picking up admiring your naked body.
When you and Michael first was heading down the intimacy road, you were so sure he wouldn’t be able to handle all that. Boy, did he prove you wrong.
The bed creaked as you positioned yourself over him, lining up his tip to your entrance. He placed his palms on your bed, clenching the sheets in anticipation.
You glided his tip between your folds, noticing he was already leaking pre-cum. He bit his lower lip, eyebrows pinched. You loved how sensitive he was, it only gave you encouragement to keep going.
You slid down on his stiff length, causing a whimper to tumble from his lips. You let out a moan, your arousal causing a smooth entry. You finally felt your ass connect to his hips indicating you reached the base.
His eyes were clenched tightly, chest rapidly moving up and down. "Look at me, Mikey." You told him, tilting your head to the side. He opened his eyes, already hooded seeming as if he was fucked out.
His dick stretched you out so well, and you couldn't help but clench around him. 'D-don't do that, I'm not gonna last." He moaned, hands flying to grip your hips.
You never cared if he came too quick, that was usually your goal. He managed to pop right back up a few minutes later.
He may not realize it but he has the stamina of a rabbit. You shook your head, planting both feet on the bed before sliding yourself up.
You stopped to where only his tip was in before slamming down, creating a clap in the room from the skin meeting.
"OH M-" Michael cut himself off with a loud moan, throwing his head back. "Mhm, you like the way that feel?" You asked.
Before he could respond, you repeated your movement, and his hands flew out to grip the fat of your hips. “P-please!” He whimpered, soft panting coming out.
His eyes struggled to stay open and you settled on rocking your hips against him. Michael was truly the best you ever had, and you told him that just to make him get all shy and cover his face.
You could tell he was smitten over you and you eat it up every time. As you grinded against him, he took that moment to catch his breath, admiring your pretty face above him.
His eyes landed on your glossed lips feeling the urge to kiss them. Once he felt you lifting up to his tip, his mind went somewhere else knowing what’s next.
You dropped back down onto him, ripping another cry out from him. His eyebrows furrowed,babbling random phrases as you continued the vulgar movement.
“Oh my—t-too good—can’t take it.” He whimpered. You placed your hands on his abdomen, throwing your ass against him, shaking the bed. Every slam, he let out an exasperated moan.
“You can take it baby—take this pussy—fuck.” Another thing he learned about himself is hearing your sweet voice dirty talking him. It only made him want to nut in you.
You placed one of your hands on your knee, gold bracelets jingling. You continued to bounce on him, and his mind started to get foggy, that’s how he knows he’s getting close.
“My baby look so cute under me like this.” You giggled while his head lolled to the side. “Y-you gonna make me cum.” He quickly said, hands tightening and loosening around you waist repeatedly.
He seemed as if he was trying to hold on to his sanity, using your soft skin as a guide.
You placed a hand on his knee, slightly arching back giving him an open view of your glinting belly ring. “You wanna cum, baby?” You asked him and he nodded quickly.
“Where at?” You loved making him speak to you, especially since he was shy when you first started. He didn’t even like hearing the words at first, now he begs you to speak like that to him.
“Inside.” He whimpered, “Show me.”
Whenever you say that phrase, it’s like a light switch. A sign for him to take over and do what he wants. He never fails to listen either.
He reaches up to pull you down against him, your nipples pressing against his chest. He planted his feet properly on the floor before pounding up into you.
You moaned, hands gripping the sheets feeling his tip kiss your cervix repeatedly. “T-tight—oh my God—p-please!” He begged as if he wasn’t in control. His hands trailed to grip your ass, making you meet him halfway.
The ball in his stomach only grew, and yours was already halfway. “Fuckkk, you doing so good.” You moaned in his ear. His jaw was dropped, dragging your soaking pussy up and down his length.
You felt his grip tighten, pace becoming frantic. You decided to kiss him, easing your tongue in his mouth.
His moans mixed with yours feeling your warm tongue roam in his mouth. He felt your slick glossed lips rub against his, sharing the shiny product.
Your eyes rolled back, body shaking as the bubble inside of you popped. You didn’t have time to warn him, too warped in the feeling of him using you.
The uncontrollable clenching from your pussy had him toppling over, warm nut shooting up into you. You sat up, catching your breath in the process.
Synopsis: For months, “Dr. Black” has been your most loyal subscriber, always flirting from behind an anonymous username. When you unexpectedly meet a charming stranger, you have no idea your biggest mystery is standing right in front of you
Warnings: smut, 18+,cam girl reader, seduction, masturbation, penetration, oral fixation, jerking off, multiple orgasms, begging, pleading, praise kink, body fluids mixing, sub!michael, powerswitch!michael, etc. just enjoy the story, this is for the sluts :)
A:N: This was a delicious request sent in, please keep sending in because I LOVED this!
Tonight had taken a turn you never saw coming. What started as a chance encounter with a charming older gentleman at a quiet diner somehow led to you standing inside his home just a few hours later. Neither of you had planned for the night to unfold this way, but the pull between you was impossible to ignore. Every conversation, every lingering glance, had only drawn you closer until walking away no longer felt like an option
Prior to going home with this gentleman, he approached you at the bar. Sparking up a conversation with you and charming you over the course of two hours. Asking everything about you until the one question came into play “What do you do for work?”
Immediately you danced around this conversation, not wanting to feel shamed for the industry you chose to work in. You had been what’s known as a “cam girl” for the past two years and made more money than imagined, especially with the assistance of your favorite contributor “Dr.Black” . He never missed a stream and always paid extra just to see you privately. You never seen his face or knew much about him but he was your biggest supporter
Dr. Black paid you $2,500 for: Hair and nails
Dr. Black paid you $600 for: Lingerie
Dr. Black paid you $800 for: Lunch
The list was endless. You never had to ask for anything he always sent money for you just because, but it always made you wonder what he did for work
And now your hands were digging into his wooden headboard, rocking your hips back and forth to your own pace, smearing your pussy all across his face. He didn’t care how long it took or how many times you came. It was all about you tonight, he wanted to make you cum as many times as he possibly could before moving on. “Oh my god—right there! Right there” feeling his tongue slither against a sensitive spot. Your legs tightened and shook aggressively, unable to control your facial expressions as you came for the third time on his face. He rewarded you by smothering his face in your juices and swallowing everything you gave him, even thanking you for making a mess on his face
It was almost impossible for him to resist you, his precum leaked profusely all over himself while you fucked his face. So much so that he had to masturbate just to keep himself sane. Immediately after he came he felt guilty about his actions, he apologized to you for being selfish and not allowing you to have his first orgasm
To makeup for it you jerked him off while he sucked on your nipples and whining to you about how good it felt. You loved the hungry look in his eyes as you milked him beyond what he had ever experienced
No matter how much he begged, you didn’t stop until he gave you the second orgasm that was promised . You soothed his crying with reassurance that he would feel so good once he gave in and released it. Occasionally you pulled your nipples away just to hear him beg for them back
Your hands were covered in his cum, just watching you lick it off the back of your hands made his dick spring back up. For him to be an older man he had stamina you had never seen before, flipping you over pressing your legs into his chest and teasing you by only allowing you to feel the tip slide past your lips, even dragging it across your pussy while grunting and telling you how good you felt
“Look how pretty she is” kissing your ankles and still teasing you with his dick, even slightly thrusting inside of you but immediately taking it out just to watch you squirm and cry out
“You sure you can take me baby?” He groaned feeling your walks adjusting to his size “I don’t know if you can handle it” still teasing
“Yes! Yes please” you cried out
“Mmm” he sighed still unconvinced “I need you to be louder mama”
You were overstimulated with anticipation and tired of being teased, seeing you grow frustrated caused a smirk to manifest on his face “Michael, daddy I need you so bad right now please”
As he slowly slid himself inside of you, you gripped both sides of his sheets and arched your back. He grabbed your throat for support, once he was fully inside of you he fed you one rough stroke immediately hitting your g-spot causing you to cry out and arch your back
“Shhh, baby I thought you could take it?”
His body weight pressing against yours making your legs go higher in the air making you moan louder. His hands pressed into the back of your thighs for support as he thrusted in and out of you, each thrust causing a bigger mess to spill out
“You deserve this—you’re so beautiful you know that?”
You nodded your head slowly sealing your eyes shut to try to fight your urge to cum again
“If you don’t look at me right now I’m gonna stop” his voice more compelling than before
“Fuck!” You yelled out before biting on the corner of your lip and wrapping your arms around Michael
He kissed you sloppily before dragging his tongue across your lip “Relax for papa”
You nodded your head slowly, shaking and quivering trying to fight the urge to orgasm. Every other sound you let out was a cry for help
“Can I cum inside you pretty girl? I deserve that don’t I?”
“Yes baby you can do whatever you want, please can I cum now?”
“It’s yours right? I wanna see how messy you get”
Immediately your eyes rolled back and your fingers dug into his back, bursting into tears as he finally gave you permission to cum. “Oh fuck” Michael groaned seeing you squirt all over his dick and abdomen
He grunted in your ear thrusting in you harder than previously “I’m cumming for you pretty girl” he cried
Finally, his cum shot inside of you, quickly mixing both of your body fluids together. Sloppily kissing you and sucking his tongue as he fed you his last few strokes, ensuring you caught all of his orgasm
“I don’t ever wanna pull out” he groaned
You were so exhausted you didn’t remember falling asleep nor cuddling in Michael’s arms with your head on his chest
The next morning the two of you were still connected at the hip. Even though you were too sore to go again Michael was still obsessed with you. Smothering you in his kisses and touching all over your body, massaging you and caressing your breasts
“Michael I gotta go” you whined
“Just stay a little longer please?”
“I can’t I have to get to work, I’m already behind”
He kissed your lips a few more times before helping you out of bed and putting your outfit back on, you slightly felt bad for having to leave in the first place. But you had a private session booked tonight with Dr. Black and your only chance of it still happening was if you got home and rested yourself
Michael walked you to his front door and kissed you one last time “Will I see you again?”
The guilt settled in, feeling bad that you hadn’t been honest with Michael about what you do for work. Of course you wanted to see him again
“Michael I gotta tell you something first, I didn’t tell you last night but I’ve been a cam girl for the last two years”
“Thank you for telling me pretty girl, so can I see you later? A proper date?”
“Really?? You still want to go on a date?”
He smiled “Of course I do”
Just then the uber app vibrated letting you know that he was about to pull off “O-Okay I’ll call you when I get home okay?”
“Don’t forget about me” he kissed your palms before watching you
As you sat in the back of the uber your phone vibrated again, checking it, it was Dr. Black again
Dr. Black paid you $3,500 for: I had fun last night 🤤
You dropped your phone and gasping realizing the man you don’t the night with was the man you’ve been flirting with for the past two years
A/N: To clarify, reader is shocked because she just realized the man she had the one night stand with is the same man that’s been her anonymous Dr.Black for the past two years. He didn’t say anything because he never wanted to judge her or make her feel bad about her choice of work, instead he supported her and chose to reveal himself in a different manner. So her shock isn’t to be taken as a bad surprise:)
mature michael teaching you how to touch yourself OMG 🙏
practice ⊱ michael jackson
⊱ mature!michael x f!reader ◞ being michaels younger wife (18+) you realized he knew much more than you do and you needed his help in more ways.
⊱ smut, dom!michael, sub!reader, age gap, michael guiding reader, praise
The heavy velvet drapes of the master bedroom were drawn tight, shutting out the rest of the world and leaving the room bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single bedside lamp.
Michael sat propped up against the headboard, the silk sheets gathered around his waist. In his late collection of years, where every movement carried an effortless, seasoned confidence—he possessed an aura that was completely hypnotic.
Decades in the spotlight, decades of being worshipped, and a private life spent mastering every nuance of pleasure had made him a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and exactly how to get it.
And right now, his focus was entirely on you.
You sat a few feet away from him on the edge of the mattress, suddenly feeling very small, and incredibly inexperienced.
You loved him fiercely, but your own lack of history sometimes made you hold back.
Michael noticed the slight tremble in your hands, the way you bit your lip, looking anywhere but at him.
A soft, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He reached out, his long, slender fingers gently wrapping around your wrist to pull you closer until you were kneeling right beside his hip.
"You're overthinking it, beautiful," he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that sent a shiver straight down your spine. "Talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?"
"I just..." You swallowed hard, your cheeks flushing. "I want to please you, Michael. But I feel like I don't even know my own body well enough to... to know what I'm doing. Not like you do."
Michael’s eyes darkened, a flash of pure, primal hunger crossing his features before softening into something intensely intimate.
He leaned forward, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone.
"Then let me teach you," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to watch you find out. Right now. For me."
Your heart hammered against your ribs.
"Here? In front of you?"
"Easiest crowd you'll ever have, promise," he teased softly, though his gaze was locked onto yours, heavy and demanding. "Shift around. Face me, but lean back a little so I can see everything."
You did as he asked, your heart racing as you parted your thighs, sitting open for him. The vulnerability was dizzying.
"Good," Michael murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming the smooth, commanding tone of a man who was used to directing every detail. "Now, take your hand. Put it right between your legs."
Your hand shook as you slid it down, your fingers hovering just over your aching center. You looked at him for reassurance.
"Don't look at me, look down there," Michael commanded gently, his fingers lightly gripping your chin to guide your gaze. "I want you to see what you're doing. Now, touch yourself. Softly."
You pressed two fingers against your underwear, tracing the damp fabric. A small gasp escaped your lips.
"No, slide the lace away. Bare skin, baby," Michael instructed. His own hands stayed flat on the mattress, a supreme exercise in self-control, though his knuckles were white. "There you go. Now, start at the top. Just circle it. Slow."
Following his voice, you found your clitoris, your fingers slick with your own readiness. You began to rub, but your movements were frantic, rushed by nervousness.
"Slow down," Michael groaned, his voice thick. "You're rushing to the finish line. Feel it. Learn the rhythm. Like a bassline, sweet girl. Just steady and smooth."
You slowed your hand, breathing through the sudden rush of heat. Michael’s eyes were glued to the friction of your fingers, his chest rising and falling heavily.
Hearing him track your breathing, seeing the sheer arousal on his face as he watched you, made the sensation double in intensity.
"Ah, Michael..." you whimpered, arching your back slightly.
"That's it. You like that pressure right there?" he asked, his voice a dark, velvety caress. "Now, take another finger. Slip it inside. Just a little bit."
You did, crying out softly as your own finger stretched your slick warmth. It felt entirely different doing it yourself, guided entirely by his words.
"Tell me how it feels," Michael demanded, his tone possessive, mature, completely taking over the room. "Tell your husband how wet you are for him."
"It's... it's so hot," you gasped, your hips beginning to roll instinctively against your hand. "I'm so wet, Michael. I want you."
"Soon," he promised, his voice tight with restraint. "But right now, this is for you. Speed it up just a little. Keep your finger inside, and use your thumb on top. Match the rhythm."
You followed his direction perfectly.
The combination of the internal fullness and the direct, steady friction on your clitoris sent a massive wave of electricity straight to your core. Your head fell back, your eyes closing as the tension built rapidly.
"Eyes on me," Michael growled softly.
You snapped your eyes open, meeting his burning, intense gaze. He was watching your face break, watching the innocence dissolve into pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Right there, baby. Don't stop. Give it to me," he urged, his voice losing its calm demeanor, becoming raw and demanding. "Come for me. Let me see it."
With a final, desperate friction, the dam broke. You arched off the bed, a loud, uninhibited sob of pleasure tearing from your throat as your walls clamped down hard around your own fingers. Your vision blurred, your entire body shaking violently as the orgasm crashed over you in relentless waves.
Through the haze of your release, you felt Michael’s strong arms suddenly wrap around you, pulling your trembling body flush against his chest. He dragged your hand away from your lap, kissing your wet cheeks, his lips tracing down to your neck where he bit down softly on your pulse point.
"Look at you," Michael growled against your skin, his hands finally roaming over your hips, finding exactly how soaked you were.
"Beautiful. An absolute natural."
He shifted, pinning you flat against the pillows, his heavy warmth settling securely between your thighs. His eyes were dark, completely blown out with desire, looking down at you with a wicked, experienced smirk.
"Now," Michael whispered, his fingers parting you effortlessly, "let your husband show you what else he knows."
michael shifted from paper to paper, his reading glasses perched on his nose and eyes skimming the words of the documents he was reading—like nothing was amiss in the world.
like his girlfriend wasn’t humping his shoe underneath the desk.
your cheek was pressed against his thigh as you panted, a bit of drool making a wet patch form on his slacks, your hips rutting so your wet cunt can rub faster against his perfectly shined shoes.
“m-mikey.. wan’ come..” you whine, your pussy clenching with need as your orgasm approached, the last two ruined ones made your stomach clench as this one came up, tears forming in your eyes.
he glances down at you and hums. “are you sorry now darling? for showing out?”
you eagerly nod, not able to use your words that were sure to turn into an incoherent mess.
he examines your dazed face, eyes wide and wet with tears and plush lips pulled in a needy pout, then nods. “come for me, love.”
you don’t hesitate, the knot in your stomach snaps and you cry out, your juices oozing all over his shoe. “good job baby, such a good girl.” he coaxes. “sorry for being so harsh lovely but i have to teach you to be good.”
Can you please write Randy jr and reader having sex and Jermajesty and Jaafar call to talk to him and Randy keeps going.
(This is literally porn with little to no plot and its filthy so MDNI +18 also i know I KNOW Randy is vocal asf, i hear it in my dreams, so this is me putting pen to paper)
(Also, papi and size kink :p and he calls you mami one time, YOU CANT STOP ME)
Was it round 4 or 5? you lost count like 2 rounds ago
You and Randy had just bought and moved into your first home together after getting engaged, your forever home, where you’ll grow old together and watch your children grow up. Of course there has to be a celebration. You have to break it in no?
You’ve gotten down and dirty on nearly every surface of the house, you sucked his dick on the couch, he ate your pussy like a starving man on the kitchen counter, he fucked you stupid against the shower door.
And right now, you’re finally in your room, both bodies wet from the shower, your pussy stuffed with his cum so much that it was leaking out of you. Oh but he had absolutely no intention of stopping.
So here you are again, one leg over his shoulder, his big hands lifting your hips up and he fucks into you, creating an agonizing angle that makes you feel-no- makes you see him inside your lower belly.
“Fuck ma mmm” he grunts, one of his hands goes from your hips to your belly, exactly where his dick is bulging upwards, he presses down, earning a loud moan from you “Feel me there? M’ so fucking deep inside you” his space increased, if that’s even possible
“F-Fuck Randy yes” you moan furrowing your eyebrows together and moving your hips against him, not quite enough.
“That ain’t my name ma” he presses further on your belly “What’s my name baby?”
“Papi- mmmmph~ fuck feels so good” you moan, your hands holding onto his big arms
You’re close, so close, he feels it, you feel it, you’re damn near screaming he fucks into you faster, so eager to get you to your orgasm.
Suddenly.
His phone rings. Once. Twice. Three times, he looks over to the nightstand, Jaafar’s name flashing on the screen. You thought he’d let it ring, i mean, you are kinda busy right now.
But he suddenly slowed down his thrusts, making you whine and move your hips around, trying to get to your high, but you were met with a sharp spank on your ass
“AH- Randy what the fu-“
“Hey man” Randy took the call. Your eyes widen, is this man insane? he put his index finger against his lips, directing you to quiet down “Nah i’m not doing nothing right now” he said as his hips started snapping against you again, making you gasp.
“Ran-“ you whisper trying your best not to be loud, but it is a little impossible when your man —who’s crazy good in bed— has you spread eagle and you were already overstimulated from all the things that happened earlier.
Randy, that fucker, puts his phone on speaker and puts it on your stomach, as his hands are free again, he puts them on your thighs and presses down, not allowing you to close them even if you tried
“Yeah so i’m here with Jer at the store, what should we bring tomorrow to your house warming dinner” Jaafar said over the phone
You had honestly forgotten about that. In fact is that last fucking thing you’re thinking of right now
“Mmm, i don’t know” he grinds his hips against you “Let me ask my girl”
Your eyes widen once again, you shake your head no.
“Baby what should they bring tomorrow?” he asks you, he snaps his hips against you. hard.
You whine, quickly putting your hands over your mouth, they totally heard
“What’s that?” you hear Jermajesty over the phone
“She said just wine” Randy replied with a cocky grin “Listen man i gotta go my girl needs me to…unpack sum, see yall tomorrow”
He ends the call, throwing the phone away from yall, he gets back to thrusting into you with relentless pace.
“You’re fucking insane Randy” you say
He chuckles “Yeah?” he bites his lip “Fuck you’re dripping into the bed baby, you close again? m’ sorry i edged you earlier” he pouts mockingly “I could feel you squeezing me, you need this dick so bad huh? Shit”
“Yeah papi” you nod desperately “need it s-so bad” you feel the knot on your stomach tying once again, his thrusts are long and sloppy
“Fuck i’m bout to cum mami”
“M-me too Ran, want it inside me again, please?” you say
“Again?” he grunts “Fuck yeah ill stuff you full again”
You moan loudly as you cum, you go limp, letting him use your pussy like his own personal fleshlight, soon enough you feel his body twitching above you, and you feel his warm seed shooting inside you
“Holy shit” he says pulling out of you, getting down to your lips to kiss you “You good?” he touches your face softly
“Yeah..” you say with a cheesy smile on your face, feeling his cum spilling out of your pussy once again, a smile comfortable silence comes from both of you.
“….up for one more?” you feel his big hand moving up your thigh, cupping your pussy
Fuck…
You just hope the new neighbors don’t file a noise complaint (and that you can look at Jafaar and Jer in the face tomorrow)
summary: lazy sunday cuddles, a golf tournament humming in the background, and one very overconfident boyfriend. when jaafar’s eyes keep drifting from the screen to you on the couch, he suddenly remembers an old deal about a strip poker rematch. what starts as playful teasing and five-card draw quickly turns into a heated game full of smirks, lingering stares, and clothes hitting the floor.
warning(s): 18+ only, explicit smut, strip poker, dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie, marking, manhandling, light dominance. all consensual.
a/n: basically continuation of this one → MasterChef
The living room was quiet, save for the hushed, rhythmic commentary of a golf tournament airing on the sports channel. You were stretched out on the opposite end of the couch, your back resting against the armrest, completely buried in a book. Every now and then, you’d shift, your bare feet brushing against Jaafar’s thigh where he sat.
Jaafar was leaning back, an arm resting along the top of the cushions, seemingly engrossed in a replay of a masterclass bunker shot. But his eyes weren't really on the green. They kept drifting down to the quiet rhythm of your chest rising and falling, the way your lips parted slightly when you were deep in thought, and the soft fabric of the oversized knit sweater that kept slipping off your shoulder.
A sudden, sharp memory hit him. The faint taste of blackberry reduction, the cold marble of the kitchen island, and a very specific, whispered promise about a rematch.
A slow, wicked smirk crawled onto his lips.
'Hey,' Jaafar murmured, his deep voice cutting through the quiet room like a low purr.
'Mmm?' you responded, not even looking up from your page, turning it with a soft rustle.
'Put the book down, baby.'
You blinked, finally lifting your eyes from the text to find him staring at you. The lazy, sleepy expression he usually wore on a rainy Sunday evening was entirely gone. Instead, his dark eyes were heavy, fixed on you with a sharp, predatory heat that instantly made your pulse skip a beat.
'Why?' you asked, tilting your head, a faint, amused smile tugging at your lips. 'Are the golf highlights getting too thrilling for you?'
Jaafar let out a low, breathless chuckle, shifting his weight. He slid down the length of the couch, his long legs moving effortlessly until he was hovering right over you, trapping you between his body and the back of the sofa. He reached down, his fingers gently taking the book from your hands and tossing it onto the coffee table without looking.
'Golf is over,' he whispered, leaning down until his chest was practically brushing yours, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head. 'I just remembered we have some unfinished business. A certain deal we shook on after the great MasterChef tie.'
Your breath hitched slightly as his scent enveloped you. The memory flashed vividly in your mind.
'Next time we should try a different game. Like strip poker... purely for the sake of competition.'
'Consider the deal accepted.'
'Oh,' you murmured, your hands naturally rising to rest on his chest, feeling the steady, heavy thud of his heart beneath his shirt. You arched an eyebrow, your competitive streak instantly flaring up to meet his. 'You actually remembered that? I figured you backed out because you realized how embarrassing it would be to lose to me twice in one week.'
'Lose?' Jaafar’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with a sudden, competitive hunger. He leaned an inch closer, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to yours. 'Baby, I’ve been playing poker since I was old enough to hold the cards. I was actually giving you a head start by letting you think about it.'
'Bold words for a man wearing a t-shirt, a hoodie, and sweatpants,' you teased, your fingers playfully tracing the hoodie design. 'You layered up on purpose, didn't you? Cheater.'
'It's called strategy,' he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips before snapping back to your eyes, a heavy, dangerous playfulness vibrating between you. 'But if you're scared, we can just go back to golf.'
You narrowed your eyes, a confident, wicked smile spreading across your face. You brought your hands up to his neck, pulling him down just enough to whisper against his lips.
'Get the cards, Jackson. Let's see what you're made of.'
Jaafar didn’t need to be told twice. He broke the space between you, pressing his lips to yours in a quick, bruisingly hot kiss that felt more like a declaration of war than an affectionate gesture, before swinging his legs off the couch.
'Don't move,' he commanded, pointing a finger at you as he walked away. 'And no shedding layers while my back is turned.'
'I play fair,' you called out, shifting so you were sitting cross-legged in the center of the plush rug by the coffee table, clearing off your book to make room for the battlefield.
When Jaafar returned, he had a pristine, unopened deck of cards in one hand and a heavy, dark wooden box of poker chips in the other. He dropped down onto the rug directly opposite you, mirroring your posture. The coffee table sat between you like a neutral border, but the air in the room had shifted entirely. It was thick, highly charged, and undeniably flirtatious.
He popped the seal on the card deck, his long, elegant fingers shuffling them with an effortless, hypnotic rhythm. Snap, snap, snap. The sound was crisp in the quiet room.
You watched him, completely mesmerized.
You had always had an absolute weakness for his hands, but watching the fluid, practiced dexterity of his long fingers arc the cards together was sending a low, sudden spike of heat straight to your core. Your throat went dry as you tracked the sharp lines of his knuckles and the steady strength in his wrists.
There was something intensely commanding about how effortlessly he controlled the deck, and just thinking about those same large, skilled hands touching you later made your pulse tick up a frantic notch. You were entirely hypnotized, and it was getting harder to hide just how much the view was turning you on.
Jaafar’s eyes tracked the cards, but he wasn't blind to your heavy gaze. A slow, knowing smirk played at the corner of his lips.
'Alright, let's establish the rules of engagement,' Jaafar said, his eyes tracking the cards but his mind clearly on you. 'Standard five card draw. No wild cards. At the end of every hand, the loser sheds one item of clothing. Jewelry doesn't count, socks do. And absolutely no backing out.'
'Simple enough,' you smiled, leaning your chin in your hand, watching his fingers work. 'What about the chips?'
'The chips are just to keep track of who's dominating,' he said, setting the dark wooden box directly onto the rug between you. 'Think of it as a scoreboard. Ready to lose, baby?'
'Deal the cards, Jackson.'
Jaafar smirked, dealing out five cards to you and five to himself with practiced ease. You picked up your hand, fanning the cards out, and suppressed a sigh. A pair of fours. Nothing spectacular, but a starting point. Across from you, Jaafar’s face was an absolute brick wall. His eyes met yours over the rim of his cards, completely unreadable, a slow, devastatingly handsome grin cutting through his poker face.
'How many do you want to discard, chef?' he asked smoothly.
'Three,' you said, tossing the useless cards into the center. He slid three fresh ones across the smooth wood. You picked them up. Still just the pair of fours. Damn it.
'Dealer takes two,' Jaafar murmured, replacing his own cards. He stacked his hand neatly, tapping it against his knee once. 'Show 'em.'
You tossed your cards face up. 'Pair of fours.'
Jaafar’s grin widened into something purely wicked. He laid his cards down one by one. A pair of jacks. 'Told you I’ve been doing this a long time.' He leaned back on his hands, his dark eyes raking over your outfit with an expectant, heavy gaze. 'Off comes the sweater, y/n.'
You rolled your eyes, but the heat rushing to your cheeks had nothing to do with frustration. You reached down, grabbing the hem of the oversized knit sweater, and pulled it slowly over your head.
Underneath, you were just wearing a delicate, sheer black lace bra, the exact one you knew was Jaafar’s absolute favorite.
Jaafar’s breath hitched noticeably, the smooth words completely dying in his throat. His gaze instantly locked onto the exposed line of your collarbones, his dark eyes darkening significantly as they tracked down to where the intricate lace met your bare skin. The confident, smug look on his face faltered entirely, replaced by a raw, hungry focus that made your pulse race.
'Your turn to deal,' he rasped, his voice suddenly much lower, rougher around the edges as he tried and failed to look back up at your eyes.
'My pleasure,' you purred, snatching the deck. You shuffled them, intentionally taking your time, keeping your eyes locked onto his the entire time. You could feel the shift in the room; the playful competition was rapidly dissolving into something much hotter, and you were determined to turn the tables.
You dealt the next hand. This time, the gambling gods were on your side: three queens right off the bat. You discarded two cards, drawing a king and another queen. Four of a kind. A statistical masterpiece.
Jaafar looked at his cards, then looked at you, trying to read your expression, though his eyes kept involuntarily dipping down to the lace of your bra. You gave him the most innocent, sweet smile you could muster.
'Show me what you've got, Jackson,' you whispered.
He tossed down two pairs,tens and sevens. 'Not bad. Let’s see it.'
You flipped your cards over with a dramatic flourish. 'Four queens. Take it off.'
Jaafar let out a low growl, a mixture of disbelief and intense amusement. 'You're a cheater. Theres no way.'
'The cards don't lie,' you laughed, crossing your arms and leaning forward slightly, your eyes sparkling as the movement shifted your chest, drawing his gaze right back down. 'The hoodie, Jackson. Let's see what's underneath.'
Jaafar didnt hesitate. He grabbed the bottom of his heavy black hoodie and pulled it off in one swift motion, tossing it carelessly to the side. Underneath, he was wearing a tight fitted white t-shirt that clung perfectly to the broad expanse of his chest and the sharp definition of his shoulders.
He leaned across the small space separating you on the rug, his face just inches from yours now, the heat radiating off his skin completely clouding your senses. He reached out, his thumb slowly, deliberately tracing the line of your jaw, before his fingers slid lower, lightly grazing the skin just above the lace of your bra, sending a violent shiver straight down your spine.
'Round three, baby,' Jaafar murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his eyes burning into yours with a dangerous promise. 'Let's see who breaks first.'
Jaafar didn’t wait for you to answer. He shifted his weight, moving off his crossed legs and sliding onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. He was half laying down on the plush rug now, completely relaxed, his long legs stretched out carelessly his long legs stretched out carelessly across the carpet. The casual, sprawling posture should have made him look less intimidating, but with his tight white t-shirt straining against his chest and his dark eyes tracking your every breath, it only made him look twice as dangerous.
'Deal 'em, baby,' he murmured, his free hand lightly playing with a heavy poker chip, flipping it over his knuckles with effortless grace. 'Let's see if your luck holds out.'
Your hands were a little less steady this time as you distributed the cards. The proximity was starting to work against you, every time you leaned forward, his gaze would drop deliberately to the black lace of your bra, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at his lips when he noticed the slight tremor in your fingers.
You picked up your cards. A pair of kings. Solid. You discarded two and drew...nothing helpful. Just the kings.
Jaafar didn't even look at his cards right away. He kept his eyes locked on your face, taking his time before finally fanning his hand out against the rug. He didn't even bother to sit up. 'Dealer takes one card,' he said softly, tossing a discard into the center. He slid the new card into his hand, his expression completely blank. 'What do you have, baby?'
'Pair of kings,' you said, throwing them down on the table, trying to sound confident.
Jaafar let out a low, victorious hum that vibrated through the small space between you. He flipped his cards over one by one, his smirk turning thoroughly wicked. A flush. Five pristine hearts staring right back at you.
'Kings are beautiful, but they don't beat a flush,' he purred, his gaze slowly traveling down from your face, raking over your exposed skin with a heavy, possessive heat. He tapped the coffee table with a single finger. 'Pants, y/n. Let's go.'
You let out a breathless laugh, your heart hammering against your ribs. You rose to your knees slightly, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs before kicking them away, leaving you in just your matching black lace panties and the bra. When you settled back down onto your heels, you caught the exact moment Jaafar’s lazy composure completely shattered.
The playful chip-flipping stopped instantly. The chip dropped onto the rug with a soft thud.
Jaafar’s jaw tightened, his chest rising and falling in a sudden, heavy breath as his eyes burned into you. He didn't stay half laying down for much longer, the sight of you in his favorite set had him shifting, his large frame tensing as he slowly sat up, crawling an inch closer to the edge of the table.
'You did that on purpose,' he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, thick with desire. 'You knew exactly what you were doing.'
'Maybe I just wanted a tactical advantage,' you whispered, leaning your forearms on your thighs. You picked up the deck, offering it to him with a teasing tilt of your head. 'Your turn to deal, Jackson. Unless you're too distracted to count to five.'
Jaafar let out a low, warning growl, snatching the cards from your hand. His fingers brushed against yours, hot and electric. 'Oh, I can count just fine,' he murmured, his eyes locking onto yours with a lethal intensity as he rapidly dealt the next hand, though his eyes never truly left you.
You picked up your cards, your fingers trembling slightly against the paper. A straight. The universe was practically screaming at you to finish him off. Across the table, Jaafar didn’t even bother to hide his hand, he just stared at you, his dark eyes burning, a heavy, rough edge to his breathing that told you exactly how much the sight of you in that black lace was tearing through his self-control.
'Show me,' he rasped, not even waiting for a discard round.
You flipped your cards over, a triumphant, breathless smile breaking across your face. 'A straight. Looks like you're out of options, Jackson.'
Jaafar looked down at the cards, then let out a low, gravelly chuckle that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine. 'Fair enough.'
He reached down, grabbing the hem of his white t-shirt, and pulled it up and over his head in one smooth, fluid motion, tossing it blindly onto the floor.
Your breath caught completely in your throat. Seeing him shirtless, left in absolutely nothing but his grey sweatpants, was driving you entirely insane. The dim light of the living room caught the broad, cut planes of his chest, the sharp definition of his shoulders, and the slow, heavy rise and fall of his abdomen. But what made your heart batter wildly against your ribs wasn't just how breathtaking he looked, it was his raw, physical reaction to you. His skin radiated heat, his gaze fixed on your lace-clad body with a desperate, heavy hunger that made it incredibly clear he was hanging onto his restraint by a single, frayed thread.
You were sitting with your legs stretched out in front of you on the plush rug, leaning back slightly on your hands, trying to hold his gaze.
'Game over,' Jaafar murmured, his voice incredibly deep and entirely stripped of its playful edge.
He didn't look at the cards. He didn't care about the chips. He slithered across the small space of the rug entirely and crawled directly into your space.
Your eyes widened slightly as his large, heavy frame loomed over yours, his scent of warm skin and cedar completely intoxicating your senses. Before you could even utter a sound, Jaafar’s large, warm hands slid down to your knees. Gently but with an undeniable, unyielding authority, he separated your legs, stepping his knees directly between your thighs to lock you underneath him.
The sudden, intense proximity made you gasp, the heat of his bare chest hovering just inches from yours.
'I can't look at you in this damn set for another second without touching you,' he growled softly, his hands traveling up your inner thighs, his thumbs tracing the edge of your lace panties, leaving trails of liquid fire on your skin. He leaned down, his dark eyes locking onto your lips. 'You won the hand, baby, but I'm taking the prize.'
Jaafar didn’t give you a chance to answer. He slammed his mouth down onto yours, a deep, bruising kiss that completely eradicated any lingering pretense of a game. His tongue slid into your mouth, possessive and thick with a desperate hunger that matched the wild hammering of your pulse. You let out a breathless whine against his lips, your hands flying up to grip his bare shoulders, your fingers digging tightly into the hard, smooth muscle of his back as he tasted you thoroughly.
He tasted like unadulterated desire. His large hands slid higher up your thighs, gripping your hips with enough force to ground you completely against the rug. He dragged his mouth away from yours, panting heavily, his hot breath fanning across your wet lips before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He bit down gently on the sensitive column of your throat, sucking a dark mark into your skin that had you arching your back off the floor, your chest pressing firmly against his bare torso.
'You are so fucking beautiful,' Jaafar growled against your skin, his voice a gravelly, raw vibration that sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to your core. 'Driving me insane all night in this lace.'
His hands moved to the back of your bra. With a heavy, impatient tug, he unclipped the clasp, spilling your breasts into his warm palms. He let out a low, ragged groan at the sight, his thumbs instantly swiping rough circles over your nipples. The intense sensation had you crying out, your fingers tangling into his dark curls, pulling him closer. He didnt need the invitation, he leaned down, taking one stiff peak fully into his mouth, his tongue swirling and sucking with a fierce, rhythmic heat that made your lower abdomen clench up in an agonizingly sweet ache.
You rolled your hips up against him instinctively, the friction of your lace panties rubbing against the heavy, solid ridge swelling beneath his sweatpants. Jaafar gasped into your skin, his grip tightening on your waist as he pinned your hips flat to the floor.
'Don't start that yet, baby,' he rasped, lifting his head, his dark eyes entirely black with lust, heavy lids hooded as he stared down at you. 'If you move like that, it's over before we even start.'
Without breaking eye contact, he reached down, his large hand sliding under the waistband of your matching lace panties. He hooked his fingers into the delicate fabric and dragged them down your legs in one fluid motion, tossing them blindly into the shadows of the room. You were completely open beneath him now, your skin flushed and trembling in the cool air of the living room, completely locked under his heavy gaze.
Jaafar didn't hesitate. He guided his hand back between your separated thighs, his long, elegant fingers, the ones that had been shuffling cards so effortlessly just minutes ago, sliding over your wet, swollen entrance. You let out a broken gasp, your thighs trembling as his thumb found your hypersensitive bundle of nerves, putting a deliberate, heavy pressure on it that had your head tossing back against the rug.
'Look at how wet you are for me,' he whispered wickedly, his fingers sliding deep inside you with a heavy, slick glide. You were so incredibly tight, wrapping around his fingers instantly. He groaned, plunging them deeper, establishing a filthy, relentless rhythm that had you weeping, your hips lifting off the floor to chase his hand. 'Listen to that sound. You like that, baby?'
'Jaafar, please,' you whimpered, your hands against his chest, trying to get him closer, trying to tell him what you truly needed. The friction of his thumb and the deep, stretching glide of his fingers inside you was pushing you dangerously close to the edge. 'I want you. Please, get rid of the pants.’
Jaafar let out a low, incredibly wicked chuckle against your skin, but he didn't pull the sweatpants down. Instead, he slowly slipped his fingers out of your dripping heat with a torturous, wet slide, making you whine at the sudden loss of friction.
Before you could protest, he reached blindly over his shoulder, grabbed the messy deck of cards from the carpet, and dropped them right onto your bare stomach.
'Shuffle your cards, baby,' he whispered, his voice a lazy, teasing purr as he leaned his weight back onto his knees, hovering over your open thighs. He gave you a slow, maddeningly handsome smirk, his eyes dark with absolute mischief. 'Gotta take these off if I lose, baby. Rules are rules.'
'Jaafar, you are a sadist,' you gasped out, your breath catching as you looked up at his bare, beautifully sculpted chest, his sweatpants practically hanging off his hips, teasing you with the heavy, rigid outline hidden beneath the fleece.
'Again, I'm a man of strategy,' he corrected smoothly, leaning down to press a quick, agonizingly soft kiss to your lips. He tapped the deck against your skin. 'Come on. Deal the final hand. Let's see how bad you want me out of these.'
Your fingers were shaking so badly you could barely square the deck against your stomach. Jaafar watched you with a heavy, hooded gaze, completely unbothered by his own agonizing restraint, thoroughly enjoying the sheer desperation rolling off you.
'Hurry up, baby,' he murmured, his deep voice dropping into that smooth, gravelly register that made your core ache. 'The dealer is waiting.'
You managed to shuffle them, a messy, unpracticed flutter of cardboard, before holding the deck out to him. Jaafar didn't take them. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing his heavy chest against yours, and reached around you to deal the cards out directly onto the plush rug on either side of your head. Five for you, five for him.
But he wasn't going to let you play standard.
Just as you reached up to grab your cards, Jaafar’s large hand slid right back between your separated thighs. He didn't hesitate, driving two long, slick fingers straight back into your tight, dripping heat with a deep, authoritative plunge.
You let out a loud, high-pitched gasp, your back arching entirely off the rug as your internal walls clamped down around him.
'Ah-ah,' Jaafar chided softly, a devastatingly wicked smirk spreading across his lips. He began a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm inside you, his thumb finding your hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves and applying a heavy, relentless pressure. 'Pick up your cards, y/n. Let's see what you're working with.'
'Jaafar—I swear to god—' you whimpered, tears of sheer pleasure stinging the corners of your eyes. You blindly reached for your cards, fanning them out with trembling fingers. Your vision was practically swimming. A pair of aces. You needed to draw.
Across from you, Jaafar didn't even bother to pick up his cards with his free hand. He just rested his palm flat on the floor next to your head, leaning his weight into you, using his other hand to absolutely ruin your thought process inside your thighs. He curled his fingers up, hitting your sweet spot with lethal accuracy.
'Discard,' you choked out, your hips involuntarily lifting off the floor to chase his hand. 'I need... I need three cards.'
'Three?' Jaafar purred, matching your breathless tone. He reached over with his free hand, flipped three cards from the deck, and dropped them onto your chest. At the same time, he drove his fingers deeper inside you, speeding up his rhythm just enough to make you cry out, your cards nearly slipping from your grip. 'Show me the final hand, baby. I'm getting impatient.'
You forced your eyes open, looking at the new cards through blurred vision. Another ace. A three of a kind.
'Three aces,' you sobbed out, throwing the cards face up on the rug. You grabbed his bare, muscular shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. 'I won. Take them off. Take them off now.'
Jaafar looked down at your cards, then up at your flushed, desperate face. The teasing, playful dynamic completely evaporated from his eyes, replaced by a raw, predatory hunger that made your heart hammer against your ribs.
'My pleasure,' he rasped.
He pulled his wet fingers out of you with a slick, heavy sound that made your cheeks burn. In one swift, powerful motion, Jaafar hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his grey sweatpants and boxers, shoving them down his long, muscular legs and kicking them away entirely.
When he moved back over you, he was fully thick, dark, and rigid, a heavy bead of pre-come glistening at the tip. He didn't waste another second. He grabbed your knees, pinning them high against your chest, and drove his hips forward, burying his entire length inside you to the hilt in one deep, brutal stroke.
The sudden, massive stretch of him filling you completely had you crying out, the sound echoing loudly off the high ceiling of the living room. Jaafar didn't give you even a second to adjust. He instantly began to drive his hips forward, a low, guttural roar escaping his throat as he slammed into you, his groin hitting yours with a heavy, wet thud that sent shockwaves of pure pleasure straight to your brain.
'Fuck, you're so tight, baby,' Jaafar groaned, his voice completely raw and ruined. He buried his face in your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he established a brutal, unyielding pace. 'Mmh, yeah...just like that.'
He was moving with a terrifying amount of stamina, his thick length sliding all the way out until just the tip lingered before plunging back in to the absolute hilt. Every single thrust was hitting your G-spot with lethal precision. Combined with the slick, intense friction from his fingers earlier, you were already flying toward the edge. Your internal walls began to ripple and squeeze around him.
'Jaafar—wait, I'm already—'
'Go ahead, baby. Take it,' he rasped, his own pace turning frantic as he felt you clamp down. He arched his back, pushing deeper, his hips jerking hard into yours. 'That's right...give it to me. Let me feel it.'
With a loud, broken scream, your first orgasm crashed over you. Your body shook violently, your internal muscles spasming around him in a tight, desperate vice. The sheer sensation of your climax squeezing his length had Jaafar letting out a high-pitched, breathless moan, a sound so raw and undone it sent a whole new wave of heat straight to your core. He didn't stop. He pushed right through your climax, his thrusts turning heavy, wet, and punishing, driving you immediately back into a state of rising tension.
Before your body could even fully process the release, Jaafar gripped your waist with bruising force. He pulled back, sliding out of you with a slick, loud pop that made you whimper, and hauled you up by your hips.
'On the couch. Come here,' he panted, his chest heaving, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.
He backed onto the plush sofa, sitting down and pulling you right over his lap. You didn't even have time to think before you sank down onto him, guiding his thick, rigid length back inside you. You let out a ragged gasp as he filled you to the absolute top, your knees resting on the cushions on either side of his hips.
The angle was entirely different, exposing your clit directly to the friction of his lower stomach. You gripped his broad shoulders for leverage and began to ride him, rolling your hips in a desperate, frantic rhythm.
The sudden control, combined with the way your sensitive, overstimulated walls were rubbing against him, completely broke Jaafar's composure. He threw his head back against the top of the couch, his fingers digging desperately into your hips to help guide your movement.
'Ah...fuck, baby,' he whined, a loud, uninhibited groan tearing from his chest. His breathing turned into a series of breathless, needy whimpers as you set a relentless, grinding pace. 'Mmh, yeah...right there, keep going baby. You're killing me, baby. Fuck, ride it.'
Hearing him completely lose his mind under you, hearing those deep, needy whimpers and raspy moans echoing right in your ear, turned you on to a dangerous degree. Your mind was completely overloaded. Every single nerve ending in your lower body was screaming from the constant, heavy friction. The overstimulation was massive, blurring your vision, but the sound of his voice kept pushing you higher.
'You like hearing me like this, huh?' Jaafar choked out, his eyes opening, entirely black with lust as he watched your head toss back. He suddenly bucked his hips upward, meeting your downward slides with a brutal, lifting force that hit your sweet spot so hard your jaw went slack. 'Mhm...that's it. Take all of it.'
Your second orgasm hit you like a physical blow. It was completely secondary to the first one, longer, deeper, and so intense your legs went weak, your entire upper body collapsing against his chest. You wept into his shoulder, your body trembling uncontrollably as you pulsed around him.
Jaafar let out a loud, strangled cry as your climax squeezed him, his body jerking beneath yours. He grabbed your waist, flipping you over in one powerful, effortless motion so you were flat on your back against the sofa cushions, your legs hooked over his broad shoulders to open you up completely.
'We're not done,' he growled, his voice thick and dripping with dominant heat.
He didn't give your overstimulated body a single second to rest. He dove back in, his thrusts shallow and incredibly fast, vibrating directly against your hypersensitive entrance.
'Jaafar, please, it's too much—I can't—' you sobbed out, your hands clawing at the fabric of the couch, your hips twitching under the sheer, unyielding overload of pleasure. Every touch felt like fire.
'You totally can, baby. I know it hurts how good it is,' he whispered wickedly, leaning down to trap your mouth in a deep, wet kiss, swallowing your frantic cries. He kept the pace brutal, shifting his angle slightly to grind against you with every single slam of his hips. 'Look at me. Don't close your eyes. Look at what you do to me.'
You forced your heavy lids open. He was staring down at you, his jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest, completely consumed by you. He let out a series of low, rhythmic groans with every deep thrust, the sound vibrating right against your chest.
The relentless speed, the vocal, needy sounds coming from his lips, and the sheer, unending friction pushed you straight over the edge for the third time. Your mind completely snapped. You let out a muffled scream into his mouth as your third climax tore through you, a violent, full-body shudder that had your toes curling and your muscles locking onto him like a trap.
The crushing, pulsing warmth of your third orgasm completely broke his stamina. Jaafar stiffened, his eyes flying wide open as a loud, guttural shout tore from his throat. He buried himself as deep as he could possibly go, his hips locking flush against yours, and gave three final, desperate, heavy thrusts before his body completely gave out. He threw his head into the crook of your neck, his chest heaving violently as he pumped wave after wave of thick, burning come deep into your pulsing core, filling you completely to the brim.
The living room fell into an absolute, heavy silence, broken only by the sound of your loud, synchronized pants. Jaafar stayed buried inside you, his heavy, sweaty frame crushing you into the soft cushions of the couch, his heart beating like a trapped bird against your ribs.
After a long, quiet moment, he lifted his head, a completely dazed, dorkily satisfied grin breaking through his exhaustion. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your wet lips, before rolling onto his side and pulling you tightly against his chest, completely content to stay locked together for the rest of the night.
For a few minutes, neither of you spoke. You just lay there in the quiet living room, the scattered playing cards and wooden poker chips still littering the rug around the coffee table like colorful debris from a beautifully fought war.
Jaafar’s long fingers, still lightly trembling from the sheer intensity of his release, began to trace slow, lazy circles up and down your bare arm. A low, thoroughly pleased chuckle started deep in his chest, vibrating right against your cheek.
'Well,' he murmured, his voice incredibly husky, deep, and completely ruined from all the groaning. He reached down, his thumb gently catching your chin to tilt your face up so he could look into your heavy, hooded eyes. A lazy, devastatingly handsome smirk crawled back onto his lips. 'I think... I think it’s a tie, baby.'
