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• i don’t own any of the drivers/teams, only my words. (obviously!)
• some works may contain more mature themes, these will be marked accordingly.
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○ when the reader has fertility issues and paparazzi become invasive!
○ when the internet believes the reader is pregnant!
○ when security stops you at the paddock gate because you forgot your pass and he has to come get you!
○ when your bridesmaids hand the driver spicy polaroid pictures of their newlywed wife!
○ when another man pays for your gas!
○ doing the 'fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine' trend!
→ smau texts
○ when he injures himself doing something stupid!
○ when the reader is normally shy but they get drunk and are bold!
○ when the reader hides an injury from him and accidentally reveals it!
○ when you're his biggest distraction on and off the track!
○ when he goes out but you're overly clingy, dramatic & deeply in love with him!
○ you accidentally made him jealous!
○ he eats your favourite chocolate!
○ you accidentally call him another driver's name! - PART ONE
○ you accidentally call him another driver's name! - PART TWO
sub!lucas who . . . enjoys praises; just tell him how well he’s behaving or how pretty he looks underneath you to make his cock get even harder inside you.
sub!lucas who . . . always begs for you to let him cum. You are so mean to him, pushing him to the edge and then leaving him whimpering like a baby.
sub!lucas who . . . clings to the bedsheets or your hips in desperation when the stimulation is just too much.
sub!lucas who . . . moans way too loudly, to the point where he bites his hands or arm to try and muffle his own whimpers when you order him to be quiet. Watching his eyes fill with frustrated tears as he tries to obey your command is the most addictive sight in the world, even if it's cruel.
sub!lucas who . . . uses his puppy eyes to beg you not to blue-ball him again.
sub!lucas who . . . hides his face in the pillow so you won't see how ridiculously easy it is to make him whimper.
sub!lucas who . . . apologizes desperately and fearfully if he accidentally thrusts too hard against you.
sub!lucas who . . . gasps with pleasure when you scratch his chest with your nails.
sub!lucas who . . . loves it when you spit in his mouth while riding him.
sub!lucas who . . . to drive him crazy and keep him in the palm of your hand, give him a titty fuck.
sub!lucas who . . . you should gag by stuffing your panties in his mouth; he will absolutely love it.
sub!lucas who . . . wears glasses and keeps them on while eating you out. It’s so cute how desperately he uses his tongue to make you cum, watching his glasses fog up from his warm breath.
sub!lucas who . . . gets turned on when you are mean to him. He is totally into the mean girl x nerd boy dynamic.
sub!lucas who . . . even though he loves praise, can't help but get hard when you degrade him and tell him how disgusted you are by him.
sub!lucas who . . . can't help but fantasy about how much he’d love to have a threesome with you and loser!nerd!archie.
sub!lucas who . . . sometimes acts like a brat just to annoy you so you’ll choke him with both hands around his neck.
sub!lucas who . . . secretly masturbates to your Instagram pictures.
sub!lucas who . . . enjoys it when you mark him with hickeys to claim him as yours.
sub!lucas who . . . has to push his glasses up with a finger mid-eating you out because sweat and your juices are making them slip down, without stopping his tongue for even a second.
sub!lucas who . . . whimpers and begs you to punish him when you tell him how pathetic he looks crawling for you, pushing his cock even deeper inside you just from the insult.
sub!lucas who . . . plays with your tits while you edge him with a handjob.
sub!lucas who . . . always mumbles your name whenever he’s about to climax.
Can you do something for Richard Rios please 🥹 (your work is so yummy 🎀)
GOLDEN - r. rios headcanons
inwhich! i write you some cute boyfriend¡richardrios headcanons!
frannyspeaks! i wasn’t sure if you wanted a one-shot, or something else, so i did headcanons! if this is not what you wanted pleasex3 send another ask with a little more specifications! 🥹 please like, reblog, & comment if you’d like to be added to the r. rios taglist!
bf¡richardrios is obsessed with hearing you speak spanish, especially when you use colombian slang. it doesn’t matter if you’re fluent or still learning. every time you say something, he immediately grins and asks you to repeat it. if you get something wrong, he’ll correct you gently while trying not to laugh.
bf¡richardrios loves to teach you random football skills in the middle of the house. you’ll be trying to walk to the kitchen and suddenly he’s balancing something on his foot and telling you to try it too, even though you don’t play. and whenever you fail, he’s laughs, hard, but if you manage to actually do it he jumps up and down, congratulating you.
bf¡richardrios loves hearing about your day. it doesn’t matter if it’s something important or a pointless thirty-minute story about a stranger you spoke to at a grocery store. he’ll sit there listening with his chin in his hand, asking questions the entire time because he likes hearing you talk and seeing your cute expressions.
bf¡richardrios loves kissing you on the side of your mouth. he likes to save more intimate kisses between you two for when you two are alone, and when you’re in public he enjoys the sillier, more sentimental kisses, like your cheeks, forehead, or hands.
bf¡richardrios never forgets where he came from, because of everything he worked through to reach this point, and that makes him the type to appreciate all little things. quiet, silent nights together, your homemade cooking, long, random phone calls, and quick drives late in the afternoons. those are the moments he values most, especially when he’s with you.
bf¡richardrios pretends he doesn’t care when you tease him, but he absolutely does. if you make fun of the way he says something or bring up an embarrassing story in front of other people, he’ll shake his head and tell you to stop.
bf¡richardrios gets so excited when you support colombia with him. seeing you celebrate goals, wear the colors, or learn things about his country makes him smile so hard that his cheeks hurt. his favorite thing is when you try to cook colombian food.
bf¡richardrios loves resting his chin on top of your head. especially since you’re shorter than him. you’ll be trying to do something important, like school work or ironing clothes, and suddenly he’s there using you as a human pillow.
bf¡richardrios always makes sure you feel included. if you’re meeting new people, he introduces you to everyone. if you’re feeling awkward, he stays by your side. if someone leaves you out the cinv, he immediately brings you back into it.
bf¡richardrios loves holding your hand while driving. he’ll always have one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours. sometimes he likes to lift your hand to his lips so he can’t give you a quick kiss.
bf¡richardrios always waits for you. if you’re tying your shoes, he’ll stop walking. if you’re finishing something, he’ll wait by the door for you. if you’re behind him at a family event or small party he’ll constantly be looking over his shoulder to make sure you’re okay. he never likes feeling like he’s leaving you behind.
Marvel Rivals Characters: do they grunt, moan, whimper, or pant?
MDNI
Grunts: Black Widow, Blade, Dare Devil, Hawkeye, Iron Fist, *Moon Knight, Punisher, Thing, Venom, Wolverine, Hulk
"oh yeah baby, just like that," they murmur in your ear, praise spoken just for you to hear. "you feel so good right now, keep doing exactly what you're doing." a low grunt pulls from their chest and their eyes squeeze shut in concentration. "fuck, you're gonna make me cum baby. You're making it really hard to hold out for you".
Moans: Angela, Captain America, Doctor Strange, Elsa Bloodstone, Emma Frost, Hela, Invisible Woman, Loki, Magik, Mantis, *Moon Knight, Phoenix, Rouge, Scarlet Witch, Star Lord, Thor
"yeahh just like that baby, just like that." another heavenly moan tumbles from their lips, you swore you could finish just from that sound alone. "come on, i wanna cum with you, you look so good when you do"
Whimpers: Dagger, Deadpool, Human Torch, Luna Snow, *Moon Knight, Namor, Spider-Man, Squirrel Girl
"oh my god, oh my god" they whimper out loudly, anyone around could surely hear them by now. "you feel so good, so good. i can't- baby i'm gonna cum"
Pants: Adam Warlock, Black Cat, Black Panther, Cloak, Cyclops, Gambit, Iron Man, Magneto, Mister Fantastic, *Moon Knight, Psylocke, Storm, **Ultron, White Fox, Winter Soldier
"fuck- hey, you doing good? yeah? good," they tuck their face into the crook of your neck, grazing their teeth over your skin. they pant as if they can't get enough breath, their body fighting against the need for air and the intensity of their pleasure. "shit i'm so close, are close too?"
*His different alters do different things
**the "panting" is the sound of his fans running on high. no I do not care it's ooc
Jason wants you to meet his brother (Dick) and his best friend (Roy). As if that wasn't enough of a bomb, doubt starts to creep into your mind at the realization that your curves would make you stand out like a sore thumb in the Wayne family. Jason proves you wrong by taking you to a bar and letting Dick and Roy walk right into a trap.
"Hey, it's not that big of a deal-... yeah, no, it's... it's a big deal." Jason winced, brows furrowing while he flexed his hands around his mug.
Coffee- of course it was, though it was far too late in the day for even more caffeine, or so you'd scolded him once again.
You were staring at him, slack jawed, eyes widened just slightly as a brief huff of disbelief left your lips.
"Jay, you just told me you want me to meet your family. In what world is that not a big deal?!" You exclaimed, your tone a little more screeching than you'd liked.
He sighed, shoulders dropping ever so slightly, his eyes turned away as a frown etched itself onto his features.
"It's just Roy and Dick, s'not really meeting my family." He mumbled, toying with the handle of his cup, scratching his nails against the ceramic.
"Look, you don't have to, alright? I just thought-... I guess I don't really know what I thought."
Your heart ached. You've never seen him so defeated. So utterly downtrodden. His back slouched, head hung low while his gaze was focused on anything but you.
That heartbreaking glimmer in his eyes that never failed to make your own water.
Gently, you pried the mug from his grip and set it aside, taking his hands in yours.
The action made Jason avert his attention back to you, looking like a kicked puppy.
"I do want to meet them. I really, really do. Because they are your family, whether you want to admit it or not." You smiled softly, watching as he lit up immediately, a huff of relief making his chest feel lighter.
"I'm just nervous. And worried, I suppose? What they'll think, you know. I'm sure that I'm not exactly what they imagine when they think of your girlfriend." You chuckled nervously.
Jason, on the other hand, looked confused. Eyes narrowed, You-can-see-the-gears-turning-but-nothing-is-happening confused.
"What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
You cackled at the expression on his face and the goofy tone of his voice.
"Okay, let me put it like this. You're family is a bunch of buff, unfairly jacked and lean super geniuses. Not to mention how good the girls look. And Kori? She's a literal space princess! I just feel like I don't quite fit in. Can you imagine someone like me at one of those Galas? They would lose their minds-"
"'Someone like you? You mean a gorgeous, beautiful, stunning plump lady with a brain so big I sometimes wonder how your neck is still intact? You mean someone like that? Because we could use more of that, trust me." He chuckled dryly.
"Also, you're hot as fuck." He deadpanned, blankly staring at you.
You playfully rolled your eyes, tracing the space between his knuckles.
"A. I know, B. you're biased. I mean, they all probably expect you to date some super model." You explained, sighing.
You knew your worth. You knew that you were beautiful and perfect just they way you are, even beginning to love yourself.
But when challenged with a family full of hotties like the Wayne's plus Gotham's elite, it was hard not to feel just a little out of place with all your curves, bumps and pudge.
Jason's lips were pressed together in a thin line before he inhaled sharply and pinned you down with his gaze.
"Alright, first of all, they have no expectation of who I'd date because I was fuckin' dead, and when I came back my only interest was revenge and smashing peoples heads in. If anything they thought I would die alone."
The bluntness of his words and the expecting raise in his brows had you shell shocked, and pleasantly surprised.
"You're making problems for yourself that don't exist, ladybird." His tone turned soft as did his eyes, enveloping your heart in a blanket of warmth.
"So, respectfully, you don't have a point." He concluded for you, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied noise.
"Huh, I guess I don't." You breathed out, a smile spreading on your face while Jason already sported a wicked grin.
"There ya go. Now, can I brag about my hot, smart and curvaceous girlfriend to my dickhead brother and loser best friend? Because, sweetheart, you're one hell of a woman." He smirked, leaning in to get you all hot and bothered by his proximity.
You bit your lip, trying to act unaffected by his antics.
"Okay, fine," You groaned, feigning annoyance, "But only because I love you." You finished, failing to hide the smile on your face.
In one swift motion, Jason grabbed you and pulled you into his lap, your back pressed firmly to his chest. You let out a startled noise that morphed into a laugh.
"See? Just had to butter you up a bit, pretty girl." He nosed at your neck, a grin showing off his pearly whites while his arms were snaked around your middle.
"What can I say? You have a way with words." You smirked, looking back at him over your shoulder.
Jason chuckled and turned you in his lap, making you face him.
"I do have a very skilled tongue, as you know." He winked at you, kneading the fat of your hips in his hands.
You groaned and rolled your eyes before grinning and pinching his cheek.
"So, you up for tomorrow? It'll just be at a shitty bar somewhere. They won't judge you, I promise. And if they do, they can take it up with Fuck-" Jason raised one arm and flexed his bicep, "and You." With a wide smile, he lifted his other arm, and you watched as his muscles practically inflated.
You giggled, squeezing his arm with an approving nod of your head.
"I'll be there. I just have some errands to run, so I'll meet you at the place, yeah?" You replied sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.
Jason's face scrunched up at your kiss, making him look like an adorable little bunny.
"Sounds good, ladybird." He replied, smiling.
There was something hiding beneath that smile, though. Something sinister. Mischievous. You squinted your eyes at him.
"... What are you up to?" You asked suspiciously, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Who? Me? I'm not up to anything." He replied sweetly, batting his lashes at you.
"Mhm." You hummed, searching for a hint in his teal eyes.
You could see his resolve cracking, his gaze breaking from your for just a split second. You continued to stare at him. Jason cleared his throat and gave you a tight smile before striking.
Quickly, he pushed you off his lap, making you stumble to the floor of your living room on shaky legs before he lowered himself to the ground, hooking one arm around your knees and hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
You screeched, digging your hands into his hoodie so you wouldn't fall.
"What the fuck! What are you doing?!" You screamed, cracking into a smile when you heard Jason cackle mischievously.
He moved quickly, rounding the couch and any obstacles with ease.
"Well, you see, I've been stumblin' over my words all day. Care to help me loosen up my tongue at bit, doll?" He grinned, hurrying to your bedroom.
"Jason!-"
Your voice burst with a laugh before you were interrupted by a loud crack when his hand met the back of your thigh.
You gasped, quickly followed by a slap against his clothed back.
"Remember that name, angel. I have a feeling you'll be using it a lot tonight."
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
"So, she coming?" Roy asked curiously, settling back into the deep-set lounge with his drink.
The redhead was seated in the middle, between the brothers, earning a shove and an annoyed eyeroll from Jason.
Dick snickered, taking a sip of his beverage.
"Why are you so obsessed with my girl, dude?"
"We just wanna make sure she's real. I'd hate to break you out of Arkham again, little wing." Dick grinned from behind the rim of his glass.
"Wow." Roy clicked his tongue, nodding along to the diabolical comment.
Jason only stared at his brother blankly, blinking once, then twice.
"Too far?" Dick asked, wincing slightly.
"Whaddya think, dickhead?" Roy sighed sharply.
"You should be so glad that I'm in therapy. Otherwise I woulda wiped the floor with you right now." Jason mumbled, taking a swig of his drink.
"It's the Piña Coladas talking." His brother chuckled awkwardly.
Jason just snorted, leaning against the soft cushions.
"To answer your question, yes, she's coming." Roy lit up, excitedly setting his beer down on the table.
"Really? So we get to meet the fabled ladybird, huh?" The redhead grinned, bumping his shoulder with Jason's.
He only shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes at Roy.
"Why didn't she come with you, then?" Dick asked, brows furrowed.
"Had to stop by the craft store." Jason replied simply, finishing his drink.
"Oh, so it's like that? You really did get yourself a pretty little thing, didn't you?" Dick smirked, watching as Jason chuckled in response.
"Dickhead's right. They not only make pieces of art, they are ones." Roy agreed.
Dick scoffed at the nickname.
"She's pretty alright. Looks like she belongs in the Louvre." Jason responded with a smile, then immediately regretting that decision when Roy and Dick began to look like the cheshire cat.
"Ooooo, Jay's in looooove." Roy teased with a chuckle.
"Did little wing find an even littler wing? That's adorable." Duck sniffled, wiping a faux tear from his lashline.
Jason grumbled in response, flipping them off.
"At least I didn't cheat on my girl." He mumbled sharply, hiding behind his second -or third?- glass of the night.
Dick's smile fell and he was reduced to a muttering mess, pouting like a child.
"God, you guys are actual children. Can I have one night-"
they both glanced at Roy when he stopped speaking, his lips parted as he stared at the entrance of the bar.
"You're lettin' flies in, carrot top." Jason said blankly.
Roy let out a low whistle, loosely gesturing to the bar before a smirk cracked on his face.
"Look at that piece of Eye Candy over there."
Dick followed his line of sight.
"Fuck me." He cursed, eyes wide.
"Look at those hips, jesus-"
"Now that's a woman."
Jason was mid sip, uninterested in this mystery woman ordering a drink at the bar. But, he glanced up anyway, only to choke on his drink when his eyes landed on you.
He sputtered, coughing as he felt the alcohol go up his nose.
"Woah, she got you good, didn't she?" Roy teased with a laugh, patting his back.
"Yep.." Jason croaked out, holding back a laugh.
"I'm telling ladybird." Dick said quickly.
Snitch.
"When will she be here anyway? It's been a while." He questioned, pulling up his sleeve to take a look at his watch.
"Soon, soon.." Jason replied, clearing his throat.
"Man, she could sit on me, and I'd thank her. And that rack-"
Roy continued letting his eyes trail over your body.
As amusing as Jason found this little misunderstanding, he couldn't help but grind his teeth and clench his fists.
Meanwhile, Dick delivered a slap to the back of Roy's head.
"Pervert! You don't talk about women like that." He scolded the redhead.
"Says you! As if you don't wanna be suffocated by those thighs or-or knock out on that tummy, I know you do!" Roy said sharply, pointing an accusing finger at Dick.
"Of course I do, but I didn't say it out loud, now did I?" He replied in a condescending tone.
"You fucking-"
"Oh, look, she's approaching us." Jason said nonchalantly, leaning back into the cushions with a grin, watching as the petty bickering between his brother and best friend stopped immediately.
"I call dibs! I saw her first." Roy said quickly, straightening his posture and trying to look unbothered while you approached.
"God fucking dammit." Dick cursed, being left to grumble with his Piña Colada.
He looked at Jason, who was comfortably leaned back with a smirk.
"How are you so chill about this?!" Dick asked irritated.
"You'll see." Jason grinned.
You walked towards them with a smile, the drink you'd just ordered at the bar in your hand. Roy put up his most charming face and quickly cleared his throat.
"Hello there, sweethea-"
his entire face dropped when you placed a hand on Jason's shoulder and pressed a kiss to his lips. His hands instinctively went to rest on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.
"Hi, baby." You greeted sweetly.
"Hey there, ladybird." Jason grinned, glancing at Roy and Dick.
The redheads jaw was on the floor, speechless while his gaze flitted between you and his best friend. Dick was just as shocked, but quickly broke out of it.
"THAT’S LADYBIRD?!" He yelled, earning harsh stares from other guests.
Dick quieted down with an apologetic smile and leaned closer to Jason.
"You fucking asshole! Why didn't you do anything? You let us say all those things-" at the realization Dick went pale.
"He's gonna beat our asses." Roy mumbled, still staring at you and Jason.
"... Fuck."
You just stood there dumbfounded while Jason had a grin on his face that made a shiver run down Roy's spine.
"What things?" You asked, you brows furrowed in confusion.
Jason pulled you into his lap, resting one of his hands on your thigh.
"Don't worry about it, angel." He said softly, pecking your cheek.
"How the hell did you end with such a charity case as Jason?" Roy asked bluntly, slumped in his seat, defeated.
"Excuse me?" You sputtered with a scoff.
"That's a lot of nerve coming from someone looking like an affair baby." You shot back.
Dick burst out laughing, Jason cackling along side him while Roy only stared at you.
"And she's feisty? Fuuuuuuck.." He whined.
"Nice to meet you, ladybird." Dick gave you a friendly smile and nod, still wiping the tears from his eyes.
You returned the smile before leaning in to whisper into Jason's ear.
"Is the rest of your family also like this?"
"Like what?"
"Loudmouth assholes." You replied, staring straight at Roy who looked like you just slapped his mother.
Jason laughed, throwing his head back when he saw Roy's face.
"Ah, no. Some of them are quiet assholes."
Dick scoffed, immediately defending himself and his siblings with big hand gestures.
You chuckled as you watched.
"Don't be sad, carrot top," Jason began, giving Roy's shoulder a squeeze, "You couldn't handle her if you tried."
Super soldier headcanons (chubby / plus size reader)
Look, you can't tell me these old men wouldn't prefer some curves. This fan fic idea has been eating at my brain for ages now so I had to get it out.
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers
Notes: I've been wanting to write something like this for ages, so if anyone likes this and would like to see similar headcanons / scenarios with other characters feel free to request so. Reader is kept as neutral as possible (apart from brief descriptions of potential features). English is not my first language. I wasn't sure how to set this up so I'm just going to do each of their opinions to like different features if that makes sense?
Slight nsfw warning I guess?
My master list
Just to start this off I want to say that both of them could 100% lift reader no matter how heavy or light. I mean not only are they jacked like shit they're also super soldiers
Chest
Bucky
I doubt he goes too wild for tits. Like yeah he appreciates them as much as the next guy but he has different preferences. Doesn't mean he won't sneak a squeeze here and there or gaze down a couple times if reader's outfit is particularly revealing.
Steve
Steve, on the other hand, strikes me as the biggest tits guy. This man worships them. He'll happily rest his head on them when cuddled up to reader or hold them at any chance he gets. This man goes wild at even the suggestion of showering together. Just so he can get a glimpse of them.
Ass
Bucky
Now this is more up Bucky's alley. Can't tell me he doesn't seem like the sort of man who would just casually have his hand on reader's ass at any chance he gets. Obviously he'll be polite in public but the moment they're alone? Oh he's all over them.
Steve
He probably likes a bit of everything. Not as much as he loves himself a good pair of tits but he knows how to worship someone's body overall. So while he's not the biggest fan out there he's still a fan of it.
Thighs
Bucky
Bucky? Oh Bucky would happily die suffocated between a nice big pair of thighs. This man loves resting on them, in-between them, squeezing them, kissing them. You name it. If the outfit reader is wearing reveals even a bit of thigh they're in for a ride (quite literally).
Steve
As much as I love to think of him as a freak I also believe he's very respectful. So yeah sure he'll have his hand resting on top of them, maybe squeeze them gently when sat besides reader in the car, maybe at a dinner out together if he can sneak a squeeze or two under the table. But that's about it.
Belly
Bucky
Oh he LOVES it. This man has had a life of harsh, dark, misery. Let him enjoy some warm softness. He loves resting his head on it, holding it while cuddling reader, kissing it, even fighting with Alpine over the soft spot he loves resting on.
Steve
Oh he adores it but he's too embarrassed to admit it. Not embarrassed in a cliche, anime sort of way. More in a, he's aware enjoying it isn't really a social norm so he's a bit ashamed of it in a way. Not that he thinks it's a bad feature. He's just not too sure of how to show he likes it without coming across as weird in a way.
Stretch marks
Bucky
This man was jacked even before the serum. But the serum made him BEEFY so you best believe he's got a couple of his own. Not many. Most of which are almost faded anyways. But they're there. And he's learnt to accept them. So he'll be damned if he has to sit around and watch reader hate something so natural about themselves. Hence why he always makes sure to show that he doesn't mind them by tracing them and placing soft pecks onto them
Steve
Steve on the other hand? Have you seen how small and scrawny he was before the serum? (Not that it's a bad thing I love pre serum Steve as much as I love post serum Steve) but I refuse to believe that man has gone through those changed without a whole bunch of stretch marks. I mean he practically had a huge growth spurt and gained a whole bunch of muscle all in like a couple of minutes, so he has his fair share of experiences with them. Which is why he wouldn't judge reader at all if they have them, even offering to show them his own if they feel particularly insecure about theirs.
summary: pulled inspo from this ask; reader and jaafar are trying to have quiet sex in the family house but jaafar finds is hard to do so
type/warnings: sub! jaafar x femdom black f! reader; mommy kink, m! praise, creampie, nipple play
word count: ~3241
author’s note: i’m gonna get “i ❤️ sub jaafar” as a tramp stamp bc this AWOKE something in me. in fact every time someone ask me to write something sub, it piques me interest IMMEDIATELY bc im like ?? well what if i 🫣 anyway, i hope yall like it <3
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dynamic origin
The bed creaked beneath you as you rode your boyfriend, the bedroom lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Your hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, grinding against him as quiet breaths slipped between your teeth.
You teased him with your slow measured movements, your body rolled in waves as your chest heaved, when his hand reached up to grab at your breast, you intercepted it,
“Be patient,” you trailed his hand down your body to your throbbing bud, he immediately took action. Your head fell back in ecstasy.
“Fuck , right there baby” you let out with a deep exhale.
Jaafar stared up at you, desire burning in his eyes as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth.
"You look so sexy, baby," he murmured, his voice rough and low.
A smile tugged at your lips as your hands wandered over your own body before planting themselves against his chest. You pushed yourself up on your knees, picking up the pace until the room filled with the steady rhythm of skin against skin. A breathless moan escaped you, your head falling forward as he reached deeper in your cervix with every movement.
His hands found your waist to ground you, then slid lower, squeezing your ass and guiding your pace, helping you keep the rhythm before your own movements tired you out.
You fell into him breathless but still wanting more. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear.
“Keep going baby, for me,”
A weak, breathy whimper fell from his lips. You could feel the fatigue creeping into every movement, but he kept thrusting anyway, driven by nothing more than your quiet request.
He stared slow, the sound of your wetness filling the room as he groaned out. You moans turned into coos as he fucked you slow.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet…I’m gonna cum”, Jaafar was so weak and breathless in your ear. You could feel his torso spasming under you.
“Keep going baby, hold it…just for me”
Another shaky whimper escaped him, laced with effort. His body trembled beneath you, but the moment you asked, he dug deep, hips stuttering before finding their rhythm again.
"Does that feel good?", you leaned up to look him in his eyes.
His answer came instantly.
"Yeah."
You smiled, diving back down to kiss his neck. You lips were pursed on his warm flesh before your tongue pushed through rolling over his favorite spot by his ear.
He grunted.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm."
You rocked against him, meeting his movements, watching the way his expression kept unraveling beneath you.
His eyes fluttered, unfocused for a second.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
Your voice came out steadier than you expected.
Your hips slowed. Not stopping or changing. More deliberate now. More intentional.
His gaze snapped back to you like he’d been pulled there.
A fire lit in your chest.
It wasnt just how he looked at you, but what he looked like when he listened.
The way his breath caught when you spoke like that. The way his body seemed to hesitate for just a second before obeying you, like he was waiting for permission to let go.
Your hands drifted from his chest to his face almost absentmindedly, brushing his jaw, holding him there.
He kissed your palms once. Then again, softer this time, like instinct.
Your touch trailed down his neck, slower now, testing something you didn’t fully name yet.
Your hand rested there for a moment. Still and grounding.
His pupils darkened.
He was waiting.
Like he wanted you to decide.
You didn’t go further. Not yet.
But the need in his gaze settled somewhere under your skin anyway, warm and insistent, shifting something inside you, something that liked being the one he looked to like that.
Your control returned without you even choosing it.
“Look at me,” you said again, quieter this time, firmer.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
And he did.
“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, voice low and steady as you kept your pace measured—intentional now, like you were learning him as much as he was unraveling beneath you.
“You feel so good,” you added softly, watching his expression tighten at your words. “So hard for me.”
His breath hitched immediately.
A broken sound slipped out of him, half whine, half plea, as his hands clenched at your waist like he was trying to ground himself in something real.
You could feel it in the way his body stuttered beneath you. He was close. Too close. Fighting it in a way that wasn’t really resistance at all, more like endurance for your sake.
“Don’t stop,” you said, quieter now, leaning in just enough for your voice to land directly in him. “Stay with me.”
That did it.
His head tipped back for a second, a strained whimper escaping as he tried, and failed, to keep his control steady.
You slowed just enough to make him feel it. To make him feel you choosing the pace.
“You wanna cum for me, baby?”
His eyes locked onto yours, desperate. “Yes, Y/N, I—”
You cut him off immediately.
“Mhm. What’s my name?”
He hesitated, his gaze flickering over your face like he was searching for permission, reassurance, something to hold onto before he said it out loud.
You gave him a small nod, eyes steady on his, hungry for his answer.
Your hips didn’t slow. If anything, you only teased him more, dragging it out, watching him unravel under the control of your pace.
His breath stuttered.
“…Yes, Mommy. I wanna cum.”
Your eyes fluttered shut for a second at the name, something sharp and electric tightening in your chest as it spurred you on.
———
The Jackson house in Encino had finally settled into silence.
The whole family had come into town for a week-long staycation, filling the house with constant laughter, music, card games, and someone always wandering into the kitchen looking for a late-night snack.
Now, the halls were quiet.
After a long evening spent around the patio table sharing dinner, drinks, and stories with Jaafar and his brothers, the two of you had finally slipped away to your room.
You'd promised yourself all evening that the wine wasn't going to get the better of either of you.
His parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and everyone’s rooms were scattered around you. This was hardly the setting for losing your self-control.
Unfortunately, neither of you had accounted for Jaafar after a couple glasses of wine.
A needy, lovesick mess who seemed physically incapable of going more than a few seconds without touching you.
It started innocently enough.
The two of you sat side by side against the headboard, you absentmindedly scrolling through your phone while he leaned comfortably against your shoulder.
At some point, he took of his pants and returned to bed in his briefs and a t-shirt. You slipped of your panties but kept your dress on. Ypu both knew the inentivatable was coming.
Without a word, he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
Soft, lingering kisses brushed against your skin, so light they were almost teasing.
You smiled to yourself but made a point not to acknowledge him, continuing to scroll as though you hadn't noticed.
His response was immediate.
His hand drifted to your thigh, resting there warmly while his lips found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear again.
Your eyes fluttered for the briefest moment.
He noticed.
Of course he noticed.
A quiet, satisfied smile spread against your skin before he pressed one more absentminded kiss there, clearly pleased with himself.
“Please,” Jaafar whispered into your neck, it was both a question and a plea. He wanted you in a way he couldn't control.
You kissed him back gently but could feel him intensifying as his kiss got more eager.
More desperate.
More needy.
It made you want him more, wanted to spur him on. Your hand drifted down his chest to his pants, you felt him through his pants. He was hard, you could feel him throbbing through the fabric. The instant contact made him moan into your mouth. You smiled against his lips, continuing your motion.
He started grinding against your hand. It was subtle but he rocked ever so gently into your touch, he was frantic for you to undo him.
“Do you want me baby?” you asked him, lips just inches from his.
He nodded, his eyes were dark with need. You loved the way the low light in his room made him look. His bronzed caramel skin made you want to devour him.
You bit your lip as you smiled, “Say it”, going back in for a kiss, your tongue dominating his as he welcomed it.
“Please mommy,”
In an instant you climbed on top of him to straddle, lips still intertwined in a kiss while your hand caressed his face.
You kissed deeply, he let your tongue dominate him as you sucked his lip drawing a moan from him. You pulled down the straps of your dress slowly, his chest heaved as his eyes grew. He bit his lip, he was hungry for you but you still wanted to pace him.
He looked at you like he was waiting.
Not impatient.
Hopeful.
Like he was content to let you decide what happened next.
You smiled to yourself.
"You’re so pretty when you listen."
His breath caught as you kissed him tenderly, “make me feel good baby”, you commanded softly.
Instantly his lips found young your nipples. He sucked tenderly and his eyes shut. His tongue folded over your tense nipples.
Your fingers ran through hair, gripping his curls lightly as you caressed his head. Holding him in place as he suckled. He moaned onto you alternating between breast until his lips were slick and he was hard just beneath you.
You adjusted yourself so your heat lined up against him, the contact alone made him weak but you teased him with gentle movements that made twitch under you.
You brought him up into a kiss, and he met you eagerly, like he'd been waiting for it. He chased your lips, greedy for every second you gave him.
Without breaking the kiss, you shifted slightly, taking one of his hands in yours. Your fingers intertwined before you slowly guided it beneath the hem of your dress, settling it where you wanted it.
The moment he realized what you were doing, his breathing hitched. His eyes searched yours, wide with anticipation, before his gaze softened.
"Do you feel how wet you make me, baby?"
A quiet whimper caught in his throat. His lips parted, his thumb instinctively rubbing small circles on your bud.
"Mmmhmm."
You smiled at how quickly he answered, keeping his hand exactly where you wanted it. Your eyes fluttered as you bit your lip.
"You want me to make you feel good, baby?"
His eyes were fixed on you, seeing how you reacted to his touch. His answered, his voice was already pleading.
"Yes, Mommy... please."
The desperation in his voice made your smile grow. You brushed your thumb across his cheek, waiting until he looked at you again.
"But you have to be quiet." Your voice softened into something almost teasing. "Can you be quiet for me, baby?"
He swallowed hard, determination replacing the haze in his eyes. He gave you a small, earnest nod before answering.
"Yes, Mommy." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I can be quiet."
You shifted and aligned yourself against him. His gaze flicked upward toward the ceiling as he tried to steady himself, to hold back-but that kind of restraint was never really going to work for you.
"No, no, baby," you murmured, tilting his focus back to you. "I want you to see me take you in. Keep your eyes on me."
His breath caught.
Slowly, deliberately, you lowered yourself, letting him sink into you inch by inch. His tip, already dripping with precum, parted you slowly as you lowered onto him. You locked eyes with each other, you let out a shaky moan as he filled you. His eyes stayed locked on yours now, wide and unblinking, like he was afraid looking away would make him lose control completely.
A soft, breathy moan slipped from you as you settled fully.
“You’re so big, baby,” you murmured, praise warm in your voice. “You fit me so well.”
His eyes widened, glassy and overwhelmed, like he was barely holding himself together. The effort it took for him to stay quiet only made it worse, his restraint tightening with every second you drew it out.
You should have wanted him still. Controlled. Quiet
But you loved this part too much.
The way he fought it. The way he unraveled for you anyway. You loved when he was a needy whiney mess because of you. For you.
A slow smile pulled at your lips as you began to move, hips rolling in a steady, measured rhythm. Intentional. Unhurried. Drawn out. You could how tense he was under you, how much the restraint was affecting him, how patience became something unbearable when it came from you.
“Fuck—” His voice cracked, breath ragged as it spilled out of him. “Mommy, you’re so— you feel so good.”
His chest rose sharply, like he’d been holding his breath for too long.
“Oh baby, I know”, you soothed him only to speed up your movements and tease him more. You thumb stroked his cheek.
“Try harder baby”, your fingers raked through his hair, “be a good boy, you can do it”, you grabbed at a tuft at the crown of his head, “you can be quiet for me right?”
The grab was tight enough to make him wince but light enough to be gentle and endearing.
“Yes mommy, I can”, Jaafar’s voice was light as his hands found you hips to ground you and himself in the moment.
You shifted up onto your feet and began bouncing on him, setting a steady rhythm. His breath turned uneven almost immediately, a sharp exhale slipping through his nose as he struggled to stay composed.
The soft sound of skin meeting skin filled the space between you, grounding you both in the moment.
You let your voice guide him through it, gentle but steady.
“You look so good when I ride you.”
His chest rose sharply, but he didn’t interrupt you.
“You’re such a good boy… you’re doing so well.”
A faint whimper slipped out of him at that, his hands tightening where they held you as if he was trying to anchor himself.
“You feel so big,” you continued, voice softening into something breathy and teasing. “I’m gonna cum all over you, baby.”
That was enough to shake him loose.
You shifted back down onto your knees, repositioning him with you in a fluid motion.
“Be a good boy and fuck me, baby.”
Instantly, his control snapped. His arms wrapped around you as his hips surged upward, meeting you with urgent, unrestrained movements.
You bit down lightly on his shoulder to steady yourself as he took over, his pace rougher now, more desperate.
His sounds turned low and guttural, threaded with broken whines he couldn’t fully hold back. You could feel it building in him. It was fast and uncontrollable.
“Are you ready to cum for me, baby?” you asked softly, breath warm against his ear. “Do you want to cum for Mommy?”
“Mmhmm,” he managed, barely coherent, still clinging to the last threads of control you’d given him earlier.
You eased out of his grip just enough to shift him back against the headboard.
“Good boy.”
You planted your knees again and lowered yourself back onto him, this time riding him with a more vertical, deliberate rhythm. Each movement pulled a sharper reaction from him, his breath breaking further with every rise and fall.
From this angle, everything deepened. The contact, the tension, the way his body reacted to you.
His hands found you again instinctively.
“Fuck, baby… I want you to fill me up.”
His hands stayed locked on your hips, holding you like he couldn’t afford to let go. There was something unsteady in his gaze now. It was open, desperate, barely held together.
“P…please, Mommy…”
The words came out broken and breathless, carrying an ache that made your chest tighten. It was exactly where you wanted him: unraveling beneath you, needy, devoted, completely consumed by you.
“Use your words,” you murmured, keeping your rhythm steady as you looked down at him. “What do you need?”
He swallowed hard, eyes searching yours like he was holding onto you with nothing else.
“Can I… please…” His voice cracked. “Can I cum for you, Mommy?”
The honesty in it sent a rush through you. You were close too, so close your breath had gone shallow, your focus narrowing until it was just him, just this moment between you.
“Yes, baby,” you breathed, voice low and certain. “Cum for me.”
That was all it took.
His grip tightened instantly, his body tensing before he broke completely. A strained sound slipped out of him as he lost control, unable to hold it back any longer.
You stayed with him through it, steadying him, guiding the moment instead of letting it overwhelm either of you.
When it passed, the tension in his body softened. He immediately pulled you closer, almost instinctively, burying his face against your shoulder as if he needed the contact to come back down.
Soft, scattered kisses followed, less frantic now, more grounding than anything else.
You wrapped your arms around him and held him there, both of your breathing slowly evening out as the intensity faded into something quieter, warm, and lingering between you.
summary: pulled inspo from this ask; reader and jaafar are trying to have quiet sex in the family house but jaafar finds is hard to do so
type/warnings: sub! jaafar x femdom black f! reader; mommy kink, m! praise, creampie, nipple play
word count: ~3241
author’s note: i’m gonna get “i ❤️ sub jaafar” as a tramp stamp bc this AWOKE something in me. in fact every time someone ask me to write something sub, it piques me interest IMMEDIATELY bc im like ?? well what if i 🫣 anyway, i hope yall like it <3
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The bed creaked beneath you as you rode your boyfriend, the bedroom lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Your hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, grinding against him as quiet breaths slipped between your teeth.
You teased him with your slow measured movements, your body rolled in waves as your chest heaved, when his hand reached up to grab at your breast, you intercepted it,
“Be patient,” you trailed his hand down your body to your throbbing bud, he immediately took action. Your head fell back in ecstasy.
“Fuck , right there baby” you let out with a deep exhale.
Jaafar stared up at you, desire burning in his eyes as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth.
"You look so sexy, baby," he murmured, his voice rough and low.
A smile tugged at your lips as your hands wandered over your own body before planting themselves against his chest. You pushed yourself up on your knees, picking up the pace until the room filled with the steady rhythm of skin against skin. A breathless moan escaped you, your head falling forward as he reached deeper in your cervix with every movement.
His hands found your waist to ground you, then slid lower, squeezing your ass and guiding your pace, helping you keep the rhythm before your own movements tired you out.
You fell into him breathless but still wanting more. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear.
“Keep going baby, for me,”
A weak, breathy whimper fell from his lips. You could feel the fatigue creeping into every movement, but he kept thrusting anyway, driven by nothing more than your quiet request.
He stared slow, the sound of your wetness filling the room as he groaned out. You moans turned into coos as he fucked you slow.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet…I’m gonna cum”, Jaafar was so weak and breathless in your ear. You could feel his torso spasming under you.
“Keep going baby, hold it…just for me”
Another shaky whimper escaped him, laced with effort. His body trembled beneath you, but the moment you asked, he dug deep, hips stuttering before finding their rhythm again.
"Does that feel good?", you leaned up to look him in his eyes.
His answer came instantly.
"Yeah."
You smiled, diving back down to kiss his neck. You lips were pursed on his warm flesh before your tongue pushed through rolling over his favorite spot by his ear.
He grunted.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm."
You rocked against him, meeting his movements, watching the way his expression kept unraveling beneath you.
His eyes fluttered, unfocused for a second.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
Your voice came out steadier than you expected.
Your hips slowed. Not stopping or changing. More deliberate now. More intentional.
His gaze snapped back to you like he’d been pulled there.
A fire lit in your chest.
It wasnt just how he looked at you, but what he looked like when he listened.
The way his breath caught when you spoke like that. The way his body seemed to hesitate for just a second before obeying you, like he was waiting for permission to let go.
Your hands drifted from his chest to his face almost absentmindedly, brushing his jaw, holding him there.
He kissed your palms once. Then again, softer this time, like instinct.
Your touch trailed down his neck, slower now, testing something you didn’t fully name yet.
Your hand rested there for a moment. Still and grounding.
His pupils darkened.
He was waiting.
Like he wanted you to decide.
You didn’t go further. Not yet.
But the need in his gaze settled somewhere under your skin anyway, warm and insistent, shifting something inside you, something that liked being the one he looked to like that.
Your control returned without you even choosing it.
“Look at me,” you said again, quieter this time, firmer.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
And he did.
“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured, voice low and steady as you kept your pace measured—intentional now, like you were learning him as much as he was unraveling beneath you.
“You feel so good,” you added softly, watching his expression tighten at your words. “So hard for me.”
His breath hitched immediately.
A broken sound slipped out of him, half whine, half plea, as his hands clenched at your waist like he was trying to ground himself in something real.
You could feel it in the way his body stuttered beneath you. He was close. Too close. Fighting it in a way that wasn’t really resistance at all, more like endurance for your sake.
“Don’t stop,” you said, quieter now, leaning in just enough for your voice to land directly in him. “Stay with me.”
That did it.
His head tipped back for a second, a strained whimper escaping as he tried, and failed, to keep his control steady.
You slowed just enough to make him feel it. To make him feel you choosing the pace.
“You wanna cum for me, baby?”
His eyes locked onto yours, desperate. “Yes, Y/N, I—”
You cut him off immediately.
“Mhm. What’s my name?”
He hesitated, his gaze flickering over your face like he was searching for permission, reassurance, something to hold onto before he said it out loud.
You gave him a small nod, eyes steady on his, hungry for his answer.
Your hips didn’t slow. If anything, you only teased him more, dragging it out, watching him unravel under the control of your pace.
His breath stuttered.
“…Yes, Mommy. I wanna cum.”
Your eyes fluttered shut for a second at the name, something sharp and electric tightening in your chest as it spurred you on.
———
The Jackson house in Encino had finally settled into silence.
The whole family had come into town for a week-long staycation, filling the house with constant laughter, music, card games, and someone always wandering into the kitchen looking for a late-night snack.
Now, the halls were quiet.
After a long evening spent around the patio table sharing dinner, drinks, and stories with Jaafar and his brothers, the two of you had finally slipped away to your room.
You'd promised yourself all evening that the wine wasn't going to get the better of either of you.
His parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and everyone’s rooms were scattered around you. This was hardly the setting for losing your self-control.
Unfortunately, neither of you had accounted for Jaafar after a couple glasses of wine.
A needy, lovesick mess who seemed physically incapable of going more than a few seconds without touching you.
It started innocently enough.
The two of you sat side by side against the headboard, you absentmindedly scrolling through your phone while he leaned comfortably against your shoulder.
At some point, he took of his pants and returned to bed in his briefs and a t-shirt. You slipped of your panties but kept your dress on. Ypu both knew the inentivatable was coming.
Without a word, he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
Soft, lingering kisses brushed against your skin, so light they were almost teasing.
You smiled to yourself but made a point not to acknowledge him, continuing to scroll as though you hadn't noticed.
His response was immediate.
His hand drifted to your thigh, resting there warmly while his lips found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear again.
Your eyes fluttered for the briefest moment.
He noticed.
Of course he noticed.
A quiet, satisfied smile spread against your skin before he pressed one more absentminded kiss there, clearly pleased with himself.
“Please,” Jaafar whispered into your neck, it was both a question and a plea. He wanted you in a way he couldn't control.
You kissed him back gently but could feel him intensifying as his kiss got more eager.
More desperate.
More needy.
It made you want him more, wanted to spur him on. Your hand drifted down his chest to his pants, you felt him through his pants. He was hard, you could feel him throbbing through the fabric. The instant contact made him moan into your mouth. You smiled against his lips, continuing your motion.
He started grinding against your hand. It was subtle but he rocked ever so gently into your touch, he was frantic for you to undo him.
“Do you want me baby?” you asked him, lips just inches from his.
He nodded, his eyes were dark with need. You loved the way the low light in his room made him look. His bronzed caramel skin made you want to devour him.
You bit your lip as you smiled, “Say it”, going back in for a kiss, your tongue dominating his as he welcomed it.
“Please mommy,”
In an instant you climbed on top of him to straddle, lips still intertwined in a kiss while your hand caressed his face.
You kissed deeply, he let your tongue dominate him as you sucked his lip drawing a moan from him. You pulled down the straps of your dress slowly, his chest heaved as his eyes grew. He bit his lip, he was hungry for you but you still wanted to pace him.
He looked at you like he was waiting.
Not impatient.
Hopeful.
Like he was content to let you decide what happened next.
You smiled to yourself.
"You’re so pretty when you listen."
His breath caught as you kissed him tenderly, “make me feel good baby”, you commanded softly.
Instantly his lips found young your nipples. He sucked tenderly and his eyes shut. His tongue folded over your tense nipples.
Your fingers ran through hair, gripping his curls lightly as you caressed his head. Holding him in place as he suckled. He moaned onto you alternating between breast until his lips were slick and he was hard just beneath you.
You adjusted yourself so your heat lined up against him, the contact alone made him weak but you teased him with gentle movements that made twitch under you.
You brought him up into a kiss, and he met you eagerly, like he'd been waiting for it. He chased your lips, greedy for every second you gave him.
Without breaking the kiss, you shifted slightly, taking one of his hands in yours. Your fingers intertwined before you slowly guided it beneath the hem of your dress, settling it where you wanted it.
The moment he realized what you were doing, his breathing hitched. His eyes searched yours, wide with anticipation, before his gaze softened.
"Do you feel how wet you make me, baby?"
A quiet whimper caught in his throat. His lips parted, his thumb instinctively rubbing small circles on your bud.
"Mmmhmm."
You smiled at how quickly he answered, keeping his hand exactly where you wanted it. Your eyes fluttered as you bit your lip.
"You want me to make you feel good, baby?"
His eyes were fixed on you, seeing how you reacted to his touch. His answered, his voice was already pleading.
"Yes, Mommy... please."
The desperation in his voice made your smile grow. You brushed your thumb across his cheek, waiting until he looked at you again.
"But you have to be quiet." Your voice softened into something almost teasing. "Can you be quiet for me, baby?"
He swallowed hard, determination replacing the haze in his eyes. He gave you a small, earnest nod before answering.
"Yes, Mommy." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I can be quiet."
You shifted and aligned yourself against him. His gaze flicked upward toward the ceiling as he tried to steady himself, to hold back-but that kind of restraint was never really going to work for you.
"No, no, baby," you murmured, tilting his focus back to you. "I want you to see me take you in. Keep your eyes on me."
His breath caught.
Slowly, deliberately, you lowered yourself, letting him sink into you inch by inch. His tip, already dripping with precum, parted you slowly as you lowered onto him. You locked eyes with each other, you let out a shaky moan as he filled you. His eyes stayed locked on yours now, wide and unblinking, like he was afraid looking away would make him lose control completely.
A soft, breathy moan slipped from you as you settled fully.
“You’re so big, baby,” you murmured, praise warm in your voice. “You fit me so well.”
His eyes widened, glassy and overwhelmed, like he was barely holding himself together. The effort it took for him to stay quiet only made it worse, his restraint tightening with every second you drew it out.
You should have wanted him still. Controlled. Quiet
But you loved this part too much.
The way he fought it. The way he unraveled for you anyway. You loved when he was a needy whiney mess because of you. For you.
A slow smile pulled at your lips as you began to move, hips rolling in a steady, measured rhythm. Intentional. Unhurried. Drawn out. You could how tense he was under you, how much the restraint was affecting him, how patience became something unbearable when it came from you.
“Fuck—” His voice cracked, breath ragged as it spilled out of him. “Mommy, you’re so— you feel so good.”
His chest rose sharply, like he’d been holding his breath for too long.
“Oh baby, I know”, you soothed him only to speed up your movements and tease him more. You thumb stroked his cheek.
“Try harder baby”, your fingers raked through his hair, “be a good boy, you can do it”, you grabbed at a tuft at the crown of his head, “you can be quiet for me right?”
The grab was tight enough to make him wince but light enough to be gentle and endearing.
“Yes mommy, I can”, Jaafar’s voice was light as his hands found you hips to ground you and himself in the moment.
You shifted up onto your feet and began bouncing on him, setting a steady rhythm. His breath turned uneven almost immediately, a sharp exhale slipping through his nose as he struggled to stay composed.
The soft sound of skin meeting skin filled the space between you, grounding you both in the moment.
You let your voice guide him through it, gentle but steady.
“You look so good when I ride you.”
His chest rose sharply, but he didn’t interrupt you.
“You’re such a good boy… you’re doing so well.”
A faint whimper slipped out of him at that, his hands tightening where they held you as if he was trying to anchor himself.
“You feel so big,” you continued, voice softening into something breathy and teasing. “I’m gonna cum all over you, baby.”
That was enough to shake him loose.
You shifted back down onto your knees, repositioning him with you in a fluid motion.
“Be a good boy and fuck me, baby.”
Instantly, his control snapped. His arms wrapped around you as his hips surged upward, meeting you with urgent, unrestrained movements.
You bit down lightly on his shoulder to steady yourself as he took over, his pace rougher now, more desperate.
His sounds turned low and guttural, threaded with broken whines he couldn’t fully hold back. You could feel it building in him. It was fast and uncontrollable.
“Are you ready to cum for me, baby?” you asked softly, breath warm against his ear. “Do you want to cum for Mommy?”
“Mmhmm,” he managed, barely coherent, still clinging to the last threads of control you’d given him earlier.
You eased out of his grip just enough to shift him back against the headboard.
“Good boy.”
You planted your knees again and lowered yourself back onto him, this time riding him with a more vertical, deliberate rhythm. Each movement pulled a sharper reaction from him, his breath breaking further with every rise and fall.
From this angle, everything deepened. The contact, the tension, the way his body reacted to you.
His hands found you again instinctively.
“Fuck, baby… I want you to fill me up.”
His hands stayed locked on your hips, holding you like he couldn’t afford to let go. There was something unsteady in his gaze now. It was open, desperate, barely held together.
“P…please, Mommy…”
The words came out broken and breathless, carrying an ache that made your chest tighten. It was exactly where you wanted him: unraveling beneath you, needy, devoted, completely consumed by you.
“Use your words,” you murmured, keeping your rhythm steady as you looked down at him. “What do you need?”
He swallowed hard, eyes searching yours like he was holding onto you with nothing else.
“Can I… please…” His voice cracked. “Can I cum for you, Mommy?”
The honesty in it sent a rush through you. You were close too, so close your breath had gone shallow, your focus narrowing until it was just him, just this moment between you.
“Yes, baby,” you breathed, voice low and certain. “Cum for me.”
That was all it took.
His grip tightened instantly, his body tensing before he broke completely. A strained sound slipped out of him as he lost control, unable to hold it back any longer.
You stayed with him through it, steadying him, guiding the moment instead of letting it overwhelm either of you.
When it passed, the tension in his body softened. He immediately pulled you closer, almost instinctively, burying his face against your shoulder as if he needed the contact to come back down.
Soft, scattered kisses followed, less frantic now, more grounding than anything else.
You wrapped your arms around him and held him there, both of your breathing slowly evening out as the intensity faded into something quieter, warm, and lingering between you.
