A fic based on this ask from my lovely baby @ebvnydesires , michael’s a lil mean in here.
“Will you stop squirmin’?” Michael grumbles, huffing with faint annoyance.
“Hnngh- motherfucker, I can’t!” You yell, voice whiny. “You got your fingers all up my—“
“Jus’ being a baby,” He scoffs, tone flat as he curls his fingers in your fluttering cunt, moving the long muscles up and down your walls.
“Mmgh!” You cry, throwing your head back against his shoulder. You grip at his wrist, wanting him to slow the pace of his fingers. “..hate you!” You whimper, lips in a frown.
How you ended up with your ex boyfriend fingering you in his bed and in his lap after you said you’d never contact him again—we’ll never know.
“Yeah, hate me all you want mama,” he whispers against your ear. “ain’t gonna stop the way you get all wet for me.” He growls into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
Michael suddenly pulls his fingers from your squelching, sopping cunt. You gasp, head instantly thrown back as you whine. “Hmnghh!” You cry, thighs closing around his hand.
That was the third time he was close to making you cum. You slap his arm with a scowl, pouting. “Always teasin’ Michael!”
He scoffs, smacking his lips as he forces your legs back open. “Ain’t teasin’ you lady,” his whole palm sliding over your mound. “you just sensitive,” He sends a sudden sharp slap to your pussy, causing you to yelp. You wanted so badly to close your legs but his grip doesn’t loosen as he continues. “Always been.”
“H-hughh!” You cry, head falling back against his shoulder, and your back arches from the sudden sting.
“See? Didn’t even do anything and you keep squirmin’,” Michael taunts as he soothes the sting by rubbing against your slit. “Hnnh— fuck you!” You whine, grip around his arms tightening as you dig your nails into his biceps.
“What, I thought you liked when i ran my mouth, mama?” His tone condescending as he sends another sharp smack to your clit causing you to jolt, squirming as you try to run from him with a cry. “I can’t stand you,” you grit with a whimper, tears pricking your eyes.
“Mhm,” he hums, plunging his fingers into your drenched pussy. “Same way you can’t stand my fingers huh, baby?”
You choke out a moan, wailing loudly as you lower your head to look down at his hand, fingers and wrist soaked from your cunt as he scissors his fingers. “Hn- shit,” you sob, nails digging into his arms as you throw your head back against his shoulder.
“Okay Mike!” You surrender, pathetic tears falling down your pretty face. “M’sorry..” you mumble, sniffling as you bite your lip.
He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle as he shakes his head. “Say it like you mean it at least,” He commands, fingers still working wonders inside you. His other hand suddenly leaves the back of your thigh, fingers digging into your jaw before tilting your head up toward him. “And look at me when you do it too.”
You glare at him through wet lashes, eyes glossy as you sniffle, ready to throw another slick remark his way until he suddenly presses his thumb against your clit, adding to the sensation.
You gasp, mouth agape as you whine, back arching off his chest as your toes curl and your legs shake, tears building at the overstimulating sensation.
But Michael doesn’t let you go anywhere the moment you try to lift up, pushing your hips right back down, making you sit right back against his chest.
He curls his fingers deeper inside your walls as you helplessly whine every time he hits your g-spot. “Don’t run from it, you right there pretty,” he murmurs into your ear.
You let out a pathetic cry, pouting. “M’sorry michael,” voice weak as you roll your hips against his fingers. You choke on your pleasure and tears, hiccups starting to spill from your body. “I’m— hiccup! —sorry!” Noises continuously falling from your lips as you sob, gummy walls squeezing his fingers.
Your eyes water as both amounts of friction start to become too much for your pussy to bear, nerve endings all mushy.
A sudden hot wave spikes to your core, overwhelming fullness that makes your body hot. “N-no,” you gasp softly as your eyes widen, brows furrowed in panic.
“It’s too much, s’too much! Mikey—!” You choke out, fingers clawing desperately into his biceps as your walls clench around him.
“I got you ma, just let it out,” he whispers against your ear softly, voice dropping to something thick and possessive. He doesn’t stop, continuing to drive his fingers into you with rhythm so mad against your g-spot.
You mewl loudly, head snapping back against his shoulder instantly.
And it’s like on command, your body tenses up under him, your legs tremble, and you’re fluttering around his fingers. “Oh, fuhhck!” You scream, liquid gushing out of your pussy as you squirt.
You voyage violently, thighs forcefully squeezing together and around Michaels wrist as your fluids splash against his hand, messily spraying onto the sheets.
His fingers never stop their strokes, scissoring you once more as he helps you ride out your high. He grunts, the wet plapping of his palm slapping against your pussy turning incredibly loud in the quiet bedroom.
“Look at that,” Michael taunts in your ear, his own breathing ragged as you shudder, going completely limp against him.
He continues pumping his fingers through the slick mess, fingers entirely soaked. “Look how easily ruined you get for me mama,” he groans agains your ear.
“You gonna cum f’me too?” He tilts his head, acting intrigued like he didn’t already know the answer.
Your chest heaves as you build just enough energy to talk back. “..you know i am Michael,” you pout, eyes all glossy and big.
He snickers at your pouting, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good answer, baby.” He praises before sending a harsh smack to your sensitive clit, making you come on the spot.
“Unnghh- Mikeyy!”
Idk if i fulfilled this how you wanted me to stink but I hope you love it 🤍 it got a lil long to be a drabble lol
kissmyglxck — don’t copy my work, ask to translate, & if you recreate anything pls tag me <3
dumbification fic? Jermajesty x reader, after an argument, cock drunk reader?
Mind Melt
pairing: Jermajesty Jackson x fem!reader
warning: explicit MDNI
genre: mature romance
word count: 1,867
proofread: nope
taglist: @bonni-98 @flygirlarchivee
synopsis: literally just filth, refer to req
A/n: I hope I did this justice Queen, tytyty
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ✎﹏﹏𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 shut, slammed so hard, it shook the frame and threated to rip itself right off the hinges.
“Whatever,” Jermajesty had snarled just moments ago — maybe five, ten minutes?
You couldn’t remember what you said in response — probably a fuming string of words about how he was always in his head or was acting childish lately. Your body shook when you yelled back, the door pushing a gust of wind in its wake as he slammed it closed.
“If you think I just don’t give a shit,” he shouted back, “then maybe I should start acting like I fucking don’t.” The root of the argument was unidentifiable as his words ringed in your ears.
The apartment was quiet now, except for the low hum of the air-conditioning and the buzzing of the city just outside the window, blurring by. Your heartbeat still rings in your ear, the beat pulsating throughout your body.
You were in your room now, still heated and trying your best to cool the burn in your heart. Your head was spinning, replaying what words could be recalled, all thrown out so carelessly. You two barely argued this bad, but he had been gone for a while, making you feel like some after-thought forgotten long in the distance. When things did tip over, it was bad and heated and hot.
You knew the true root of whatever the yelling-match was over was because you missed him. His touch.
“Fuck you,” you call out, not to anyone and not yelling this time.
You sit on the bed, trying to shake your head of this pissed feeling when the door opens. Standing and popping your head up, Jermajesty stands in the doorway, his eyes dark and jaw tight.
“Fuck me?”
At first, he’s motionless, minus the heaving chest from what you can only assume is left-over adrenaline. His face looks lost in thought, like he can’t decide if he wants to argue more over your last comment or make it reality.
He chooses the latter.
In just three, quick strides, Jermajesty is across the room beside you, hands cupping both sides of your face and his plump lips crash into yours. The way his tongue explores you makes you think he’s trying to win an entirely new argument with his mouth. It’s hard and hunger. You shove at his chest — half-heartedly, still very pissed — but he doesn’t move an inch. In fact, he seems to pull you in as he walks you back, the back of your knees hitting the bed and stumbling down onto the mattress. His lips never leave yours, even as he speaks.
“Still mad?” he mumbles against your lips, already tugging your shirt up.
“Yes,” you snap, even as you oblige and arms lift.
“Good,” his smirk is sharp and knowing. “I’m gonna fuck the attitude out of you.”
His words send a shiver down your spin, burrowing deep in your core as the wetness grows. It’s like the air has been sucked right out of you and your head is swimming. From heated words and both being left keyed up, the fight had twisted the adrenaline into something hotter, desperate and dark.
Clothes come off in a blur — he rips off your shorts, fingers taunting you as they play with the trim of your panties — and his hands are everywhere. He’s filling up your breasts, sucking at your nipples, before he’s moved onto your hips, digging into the skin as a slap lands on your ass, the burn making your thighs press hard together. He lifts himself up, pushing you down as he pulls apart your legs, the crave just leaking out of you. He licks his lips as he looks you up and down, fingers spreading open your folds, glistening in pure sex.
He's so slow, the glint in his dark eyes telling you it being on purpose. It’s pain-stacking, but he wants you to give yourself up to him, and he knows you’re not at that point yet. You need to show him you want him, that this is what you’ve been missing. Without thinking, you start bucking your hips upward, just wanting to feel anything inside you.
A slap to the thighs echoes in the room. “No.” He pushes you back down.
Two fingers slip inside you and this feeling, alone, is other-worldly. You gasp and arch your back.
“So fucking wet, baby,” he growls, moving his fingers in and out as the wetness oozes, scooping you out, “even when you’re pissed at me.”
His voice is husky and deep, words laced with taunting-filth and pure ecstasy. You try to glare and say something sarcastic, but your words melt into a needy moan when he curls his fingers just right. Relentless and still painstakingly slow, he pumps you, your brain becoming fuzzy at the edges as you fail to form any coherent thoughts.
“Maj, fuck—”
“What, baby?” he breathes, leaning down and teeth grazing your throat. “Use your words,” he teases, it being obvious you are growing unable to the more he edges you, slipping a third finger to fill your tightness. The teasing settles deep and your words become mush as you try to answer, voice dissolving into a whimper as he chuckles darkly.
When he pulls his fingers out, your eyes glossing over with a high, he licks the sex off, eyes not leaving yours.
“Look at you, already gone. You haven’t even had my cock, yet,” he teases.
You watch as he rests on his knees, unbuckling his belt dramatically as he then slowly pulls down his sweats. His bulge is obvious even before he slides off his underwear, kicking the articles to the side. His cock springs out, a silent gasp escaping your lips just at the sight of it. Pre-cum leaks from the plump tip. As he goes to replace the emptiness in your core, you find yourself becoming embarrassingly eager, your hips chasing him once more. He widens your legs once more, mouth watering at the sight, and he presses himself into you, eyes locked onto your face the entire time his thick head digs into you.
“Shit, you’re so tight for me,” he winces out, eyebrows furrowed. “Fighting turns you on, huh?”
You try to retort, to say anything — something biting or stinging — but the feeling of his cock filling you up short-circuits your thoughts, and all that comes out are dirty, broken cries of pleasure.
Jermajesty, clearly satisfied at the contorted look on your face, bites back a smirk as he bottoms out, staying there with his hips flush against yours as he lets you feel every inch of him.
“What is it, my love? No shit talking?” he hisses out. He rocks forward once, shallow but deep. “My dick turning your brain off already?”
Heat flushes to your face as you shake your head, the motion sluggish and foggy. He feels too good. Too big. It hurts in a burning, delicious way. Your thoughts, and seemingly your clarity, was slipping away as all you’re able to focus on becomes the throbbing fullness of him being inside you.
He starts taking his movement seriously this time, slow, deliberate strokes that hit the perfect spot each time. Each thrust punches the air out of your lungs and melts away whatever anger is left, you being completely unable to recall what you were mad at to begin with.
“Aw, look at you,” he coos, popping a thumb into your mouth to ease the stinging. “My angry girl’s gone stupid. Such cock-drunk.” His voice drips with mock sympathy.
You whine at him, scrambling to grip his strong shoulders as he looms over you. Words were hard. Breathing was hard. Focusing was hard. Everything was way too hard unless it was just lying there and feeling him feeding your hot core.
“Yeah?” He grabs your chin to force you to look into his dark, hungry eyes. “Tell me what my dumb baby needs.”
You open your mouth, but nothing even remotely coherent comes out — just a needy, garbled sound of desperation.
Jermajesty just laughs at you softly, vibrating in his chest. “That’s what I thought. Can’t even talk, huh? Just gonna sit there and let me fuck you stupid.”
He picks up the pace, hips snapping harder against you. The slapping noise of skin on skin and the stickiness of it fills the room — so filthy and exuberating, it makes your stomach twist as you release broken moans and cries of dirty, blinding bliss. Every thrust just melts away another layer of your brain, all you can focus on is the drag of his cock, the stretch — he way he fills you up so fully, you feel it in your throat.
Your eyes are glassy, vision splotching as your lips are parted and face flushed. Jermajesty drinks it all in like he’s never seen anything prettier. He hasn’t. The way you give yourself up to him makes his dick twitch, he can’t control himself.
“Fuck, you’re so gone,” he breathes, dragging a finger down your lip. “Drooling for this dick, my pretty dummy.”
You clench around him at his words, the action involuntary in response to him. The sensation makes him hiss and dig deeper into you.
“That’s it, good girl. Let it leak out,” he groans again, hands gripping your waist. “Don’t even think, baby. Just feel me. Take it.”
The pleasure is blinding, deafening as it builds up in your core. Your legs shake, toes curling, as you try to warn him, but only a high cry of pleasure echoes.
“Come on, baby,” he demands, voice rough. “Cum all over this cock and show me the dumb slut you get for me.”
His words are like sickening honey, enticing as a wave of heat and bliss wash over you. The orgasm hits you like a freight train — vision whitening, body shaking, pussy pulsating around him as you dig your nails into his skin. You choke out a noise — maybe his name or maybe just complete nonsense — and he fucks you through the waves, never slowing or stopping.
As you come down from your intoxicating high, you feel light-heated and floating. Limbs heavy and clarity washing over your mind, blissfully empty. Jermajesty doesn’t pull out or stop fully, just slows as he deep, undone thrusts as he savors the way you flutter around him.
“There she is,” he speaks in a slow, hushed tone. He leans down to kiss along your jaw. “My sweet, fucked-stupid baby. Still mad at me?”
You manage just a small, dazed shake of your head.
“Didn’t think so.” A smirk returns to his swollen lips. “Cause I didn’t say I was done.” He kisses you messily and deep as his hips slowly roll against your soreness in laziness.
He flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips against him, squeezing the fat of your ass as his sleek, throbbing cock smoothly slides back into your oozing warmness. You moan, biting into the pillow as your brain already slips back into that cock-drunken state of fuzziness.
“Round two,” he growls against your ear. “Wanna see how many times I can make you forget your own name.”
pls more perv otw mike !!! i LOVEDDDD your somno fic it was so so hot omg
thank you lovely!! im so easy for perv otw mike 😮💨 so here are some headcanons as him as your best friend ❤︎
bsf perv otw!michael who always wants to be around you. he’s just so infatuated with the way you have him under a spell. and he loves how you always hug him so tight, giving him a whiff of your sweet perfume that makes his head spin. he invites you over so much that there’s hardly a second you’re not at his house.
bsf perv otw!michael who especially loves when you spend time in his pool, trying his hardest to not start at how your soaking swimsuit clings to the curves on your body. he prays no one notices how he has to shift to adjust his achingly hard cock in his swim trunks. you’d splash him with water and giggle about how cute his curly wet hair looks & he nearly cums right there.
bsf perv otw!michael who loves and respects you so much! you’re his bestest friend ever! so he feels just a bit guilty when he snatches a pair of pink underwear from your sleepover bag while you’re in the shower. he felt even worse listening to the water run in the bathroom, imagining how the water fell over your body and wishing it was him instead. he couldn’t stop himself from palming his bulge through his pants with his ear pressed to the bathroom door. he was thankful that girls took so long showering, so he had time to jerk himself off with your underwear wrapped tightly around his cock. it didn’t take him long before he soaked your panties in his sticky cum with a groan.
bsf perv otw!michael who loves to spoil you with gifts and affection. he adores the smile that beams on your face each time you thank him for a new bottle of lipgloss or nail polish. “that color looks good on you.” he’d say, watching the applicator swipe across your plump lips. he thought about your lips a lot.
bsf perv otw!michael who kisses you and calls you ‘baby’ and ‘my girl’, telling you that was completely normal things for friends to do. and how could you not believe him when he held you so close and pressed soft kisses to your lips & neck? he made it really hard to say no to him which is how you two ended up in compromising positions sometimes:
“just gonna kiss right here.” he’d tell you, somehow between your legs. you nodded, in a daze from how his lips felt along your thighs. you gasped when he licked up your cunt and pressed a kiss to your clit. “mmh, tastes so good baby,” he whispered before connecting his mouth back to your wetness. you could only moan as he lapped at your cunt over and over again, only stopping to suck at your puffy clit. “feels—feels so good mikey, gonna cum,” you whined, fingers tangled into his soft afro. he hummed against your cunt, “do it, wanna feel it, wanna taste you.” before you came on his mouth, and he lapped and sucked on your heat through your orgasm.
bsf perv otw!michael who gets addicted to you, and will never let you go.
pervy thriller!michael and his annoying unsubtle ways. if there’s a love interest needed in a music video, believe you’re the first name in contact. it’s gotten to the point where his team don’t even bother to look for a girl, they already know who his eye is set on. and he’s so annoyingly obvious too, everyone knows it’s just reason to kiss on you and feel you up!
and he’ll do a dozen takes under the guise of perfection, and although that’s partially true, he just wants an excuse to aid his fantasy. anything to relive the tension building in his abdomen and that ache throbbing at his girth.
pervy thriller!michael knowing you scare easily, and convincing you into watching a horror movie with him. and it’s all to watch you wiggle and squirm next to him, latch onto his chest or arm when the movie is too much for you to face. god forbid there’s a jump scare and you’re nearly leaping in his lap the way your entire body is scrunched against his. and he’s constantly sneaking glances at your cleavage whenever you jump in fear, watching the way they recoil and slightly spill over your top. mind you he’s scared too but saving face for the sake of perversion.
pervy thriller!michael intentionally wearing his short shorts low on his hips during the summertime so you can get a peak at his happy trail :3
pervy thriller!michael is always inviting you over for a sleepover, and of course at some point you gotta shower! he’ll stupidly ask la toya where you’ve wondered off too knowing damn well where you are, he just wants the satisfaction of the confirmation.
“she’s in the shower, michael.” her tone is flat and uninterested in whatever he’s plotting, not bothering to take her attention off of whatever task she’s invested in. and all he can do is hum in response, cause he’s already painting a scene of you in his rottenly perverted mind.
absolutely soaking wet, possibly sweaty from the heat of the shower. water rolling against the curves of your back and arching along the swell of your ass. thighs jiggling when you scrub against them with your washcloth, your eyes are probably closed in concentration making the task all the more intimate in his mind. and in the mist of feeding his wicked fantasy his senses finally catch on to the rose scented body wash that seeps through the crack of the bathroom door, and into nostrils. and he nearly whines when his girth begins to stiffen.
pervy thriller!michael assisting you in helping you out of your clothes, he’s only being a good friend. he can’t imagine how exhausted you are, there’s no way you could undress alone after a busy day! unzipping dresses, unbuckling belts, softly sliding off pantyhose, carefully slipping off shoes and he’s on one knee, staring though his lashes with his doe eyes. he even offers a foot message, a friendly one! he does it for everyone, he swears !!
pervy thriller!michael never failing to invite you to hayvenhurst for the summer, since you’re so close to the family n’ all. and he will sometimes catch glimpses of you by yourself in your element. maybe sunbathing in their back yard, laid in the grass. the shortest of shorts tuck themselves in between the nook of your ass, full thighs swallowing the fabric whole. your legs lazily swing in the air while you mindlessly read whatever book you’ve challenged yourself to finish for the summer. and like clockwork michael is staring—from afar. still inside, he peers at you through the window, nearly fogging the glass and ruining his vision with the way he’s panting.
his hand inches itself closer and closer to his aching bulge, hand twitches right above his tent before mentally bracing himself to place a firm and relieving palm over it. but like clockwork his bliss is interrupted with a nagging la toya, thank god his hack was faced to her, but the redness of his face didn’t go unnoticed.
Warnings: AGAIN SMUT!! (MDNI). Technical Exhibitionism. Fingering. No protection (don’t be silly honey, wrap that willy). Fingering. Oral! (f. receiving). P in V sex. Big dick Jermajesty (hollup, workin’ with a monster!). Slight Switch!Jermajesty, Crying during sex (?) Jermajesty is a little shit.
Summary: Y/n gets a call at the worst possible time, and Jermajesty thinks it would be rude if she didn’t answer.
W.C: 2.3k
Author’s note: Hello again, my loves! Bee is working on clearing the drafts! This log is based on this request. I hope you’re hungry! Let me know what you think in the comments, reblog if you love it. As always, happy reading!
- Love, B🤍
Your eyes have been glued to the back of your head for the past hour, and sweat beads against hot skin as you attempt to hold on to your last bit of sanity. The moans that fill the air are hoarse, and your bones have turned to jelly. Bite marks and hand prints are littered everywhere, left by the feral man beneath you. Jermajesty’s stamina is a force to be reckoned with.
His leaking tip pulverizes that gooey spot that melts your brain over and over again. It’s a blissful torture. Overstimulation hums through your body, and drool falls from swollen lips onto his chest as your hips grind down on him. Truthfully, you’d lost focus after orgasm number two. The man pawing at your curves had reduced you to a babbling mess that couldn’t remember her own name.
"Still with me, baby?" He coos with a wicked smile. How cruel. He really expects a response from you now? The bed creaks softly, not suited for this kind of passion. Disheveled whimpers are pulled from your chest and flow through his ears, like a song he can't stop listening to.
"S’right, let me hear how good it feels." He groans, trying his best not to break underneath you. The way you fall apart stirs something in his belly. It's a primal, all-consuming need to mark you up and show the world you're his. Jermajesty's fingers dig further into your flesh as he turns both of you over. In the process, his cock hits a place you didn't know existed. Stars form behind hooded lids, muscles contract under marred skin, and ecstasy rolls over you yet again.
Jermajesty lets out a fractured groan as you squeal. Your back is arched beautifully, the heat between your legs grips him tight, and all he sees as he looks over you is divinity. The feeling of your devotion, coupled with the fucked out expression on your face, leaves him reeling. "Shit! Pretty girl—." He slows his pace, feeding you deep, languid strokes as you come down again.
Your hair is frizzy, the lashes he just paid for are half gone, fat tears roll down the apples of your cheeks, and your lips are plump from stolen kisses. And yet, Jermajesty has never thought you looked more beautiful. He goes to tell you just how much you mean to him, how he wants to marry you, and stuff you full of his babies. Before he can, a familiar tune cuts through the air. The phone dances on the nightstand, trying its hardest to catch your attention. You're too far gone to register what's happening, but when you get like this, Jermajesty does all the thinking.
He pauses to look over, and a frown immediately overtakes his face. It's your coworker, Tyrone. The one he’s been watching for quite some time. Your boyfriend doesn't consider himself to be a jealous man. Just…cautious. Your boyfriend noticed a few weeks ago that the guy you work with just couldn't stay away from you, and it wasn’t hard to tell the man was thinking things that he shouldn’t be.
Jermajesty's first instinct is to decline the call and continue worshiping you like the goddess you are, but then inspiration strikes. Since Tyrone decided to call so late, your boyfriend couldn't find any reason to stop what he was doing. You were off the clock, and this was his time.
"It's that guy you work with, mama," He says while moving to grab the phone. You roll your eyes and whine, not yet wanting to part ways with nirvana.
"So? Let it ring, Maj. I need you."
He chuckles at that. If there's one thing the man under you knows, it's that you don't care about anything or anyone when he's deep in your walls. That kind of attitude toward the guy who is obviously desperate to speak with you wouldn't be very nice, now would it?
"I know, baby, but it would be rude not to answer." He says, pretending to be concerned as he slides out of your pussy. The loss of contact nearly breaks you, and you whine in protest. Jermajesty shakes his head and tuts, "Look, he's calling so late too. Could be an emergency, ma."
You sit up on shaky elbows while glaring at the device held in his hand. After another moment of contemplating, the ringing stops. A grin forms at the corners of your mouth, "Well, the problem solved itse—"
Again, the little glass box sings, declaring that you've spoken too soon. With an annoyed groan, you hold out your hand. Jermajesty places the phone there and shifts so that you can sit up fully. You answer, properly annoyed. "Hello."
The man on the other end of the line is almost taken aback by your tone. "H-hey, y/n. Um, are you busy?" He asks, rethinking his decision to call altogether.
Jermajesty snaps his fingers, drawing your attention toward him. He gives you a look that says, 'play nice'. You clear your throat, attempting to sound somewhat professional while the man to your left eyes you like dinner.
"Yeah– I mean, I was just um…relaxing. What's up, Ty?" You rush out, trying your best to speed up the interaction that is already taking far too long.
Jermajesty's jaw tightens at the way you say the guy’s name. So sweetly too. ‘Ty?’ Really?
Your boyfriend expected you to struggle with this conversation, to sound as desperate as he knew you were, not like you were actually interested in what another man had to say. He masks his irritation with a deceptively sweet smile as he crawls toward you on the bed. His movements are predatory and deliberate, dark eyes fix on yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.
You try to focus on whatever Tyrone is saying about some account, something about numbers not adding up and needing your expertise first thing in the morning, but Jermajesty doesn’t make it easy. He settles between your trembling thighs, broad shoulders forcing them wider, and presses wet, open-mouthed kisses over the skin. Your voice cracks as you attempt to respond to your coworker’s question about quarterly projections.
"Y-yeah, I can look at the files. Just– god, just send them over."
Jermajesty slowly drags his tongue upward, ending in the crease before leaning over to taste where he’d been buried just moments ago. All you can do is bite your lip and pray you can hold steady. He wraps his lips around your sex and hums. The vibrations are enough to make you dizzy.
You gaze down and watch with wide, panicked eyes, silently pleading with the madman trailing his tongue over your pearl. He lifts his head just enough to meet your stare. The expression he wears tells you not to hold your breath, that he’s just getting started. Your head tips back, and your chest rises and falls in uneven beats.
"Are you okay?" Tyrone cuts in, genuinely concerned now. All he’s able to hear is odd shuffling and heavy breathing.
A high-pitched response is all you can manage, trying your best to sound convincing. "Fine! Just, uh, dropped something."
Jermajesty chuckles and takes that as his cue to shift gears. He sinks two fingers into you without warning, curling them just how he knows you like it. The sudden intrusion causes the phone to nearly slip from your grip.
"O…kay.” Ty drags out, leery of your tone. He decides to brush it off and get to the real reason he called.
“Well, actually, y/n, I was wondering if you'd want to grab coffee sometime? Outside of work, I mean." Tyrone finishes. His tone carries a sound that your boyfriend can’t seem to stand. Genuine hope.
Jermajesty's fingers still, and for a moment you think he's had enough of this game, that he might let you cut the poor man loose. But before you can blink, he's moving again, fucking into you with vigor. His thumb circles your clit with devastating precision, and you quickly realize that he was never stopping. He was just sizing up his competition.
Your eyes flutter shut as pleasure builds at the base of your spine. You try your hardest to keep your composure, while Jermajesty tries his hardest to break it.
"Sorry if this is forward, but I really enjoy working with you, and I thought…maybe we could get to know each other better?" Ty continues, oblivious to the fact that you're being ravished by another man a few feet from the screen.
Jermajesty adds a third finger, stretching you deliciously, and you can't help the whine that escapes. You try to cover it with a cough, but Ty’s already heard it.
"Are you sure you're alright? You sound—"
"She's perfect," Jermajesty says loud enough to be heard, and your eyes stretch as wide as saucers. Your body fills with equal parts panic and arousal. He still doesn’t stop. No, if anything, he doubles down. The line goes quiet; it’s clear the man on the other end is processing what he’s just heard.
"Is someone there?" Ty questions, more than sure that he’s tripping.
"Her boyfriend," Jermajesty answers without missing a beat. "And you're calling awfully late, Ty. Can this wait? We’re busy.”
In this moment, there are three things you really want. One, for the mattress to open up and swallow you whole. Two, to cum so bad your vision goes white. And three, to murder Jermajesty.
"I-no. Just, well–" Ty stammers as his courage begins to evaporate.
You decide to spare what might be left of his pride, "Ty, I really can't talk right now," Your voice comes out breathy and hoarse. With the added context, Tyrone now understands why you’ve been so weird tonight.
Jermajesty's thumb presses down hard on your clit, and you let out a high keen; the sound is unmistakably vulgar. This time, you save yourself the embarrassment and offer up the best response you can put together under this kind of pressure. "I'll see you at work. Bye."
You all but throw the phone and immediately turn to smack Jermajesty's shoulder. Not that it means anything, he has you so close to the edge, too wound up to give a fuck about what just happened.
"You’re—fuck! Maj you’re an ass," you pant.
Jermajesty giggles in return, watching the way your hips chase his fingers. He doesn't answer. Instead, he just replaces his hand with his mouth. His tongue fucks into your sopping hole, and the sensation has your back coming off the bed in a sinful arch. His hands pin your hips to the bed before he shifts focus to the bundle of nerves nestled between your folds. The figure-eights he draws with the wet muscle are all it takes. You fall apart in seconds, chanting his name like a prayer. Your body quivers with the force of your release, and the sheets are clutched in your grip so tight the tension nearly rips them.
The aftershocks don’t even have time to subside. He’s already crawling up your body, guiding himself back inside with one deep thrust that you nearly feel in your lungs. Jermajesty cages you in with his arms, his face hovering inches above yours, all signs of his earlier playfulness gone. "Mine," he growls, snapping his hips forward with enough force to move the bed. "Say it."
"Yours," You gasp, "Only yours."
His girth nearly splits you in two, and the jealousy that sparked this entire encounter fuels every stroke. The headboard knocks against the wall, and a small crack forms where the edges meet the plaster. You're both lost in each other, in the raw ecstasy of one another. He sits back on his haunches and pushes your knees to your chest, leaning in to rest all of his weight on the back of your thighs.
"Shit– m’gonna marry you, mama," Jermajesty rasps. The expression he wears as he fucks you into the bed fans the embers glowing in your belly. He doesn’t stop there though.
"Wanna give you my babies. Want– Ohh, fuck– everyone to know you're mine." His words border on a whine. Those thick brows knit together, and as much as he wants to keep up this dominant act, your pussy just feels too good. He can feel tears of his own welling in his eyes as euphoria washes over his body.
“Please let me, baby. I need it so bad,” he whimpers.
His words are a requisition your body can’t ignore. You clench around him, and your manicured nails claw down his back, almost enough to draw blood.
He knows he can’t hold on much longer. Your heat cradles him in a way that breaks his mind and leaves him intoxicated. His pace quickens as he chases his high, “Baby, where you want it? hm?”
You can’t possibly give him a coherent answer, too lost in your own bliss. The spring that had been so tightly wound snaps, and your ankles lock around Jermajesty’s waist, pulling him impossibly deep. A pornographic moan rips from your throat as you cum, body
Jermajesty wails loudly in your ear as he follows you over the edge with a shattered cry of your name.
His lips crash into yours as he shudders above you. The kiss is hungry, all teeth and tongue, while his spunk stuffs you full. When you two finally come down, trembling and breathless, he pulls away from your lips, leaving a string of spit connecting you before he presses kisses to your temples, cheeks, and the corners of your mouth.
Still nestled inside you, your boyfriend suddenly feels uncertain about his behavior. "Was that too much?"
You laugh, tired and almost delirious. "Never. But I'm definitely going to have some explaining to do at work."
He grins, unrepentant. "Good. Maybe he'll finally get the message."
You roll your eyes but can't stop the smile tugging at your lips. "Asshole."
"Your asshole," he corrects, settling you against his chest and pulling the covers over you both. You don't bother arguing, too comfortable and sated to start anything else tonight. The phone lies forgotten on the floor where it fell. Here, in the dark with Jermajesty's heartbeat steady beneath your ear, nothing else matters.
"I love you, Maj." you mumble, already half asleep. His arms tighten around you, and he lets out a deep breath.
"I love you more, pretty girl. Get some rest. Round five in an hour."
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you invited your friend group that included your ex boyfriend jermajesty to your birthday, everyone showed up with a gift expect for him. little did you know he actually did have gift for you..
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ex boyfriend!jermajesty , 🍒 sucking, fingering, oral!f receiving, p in v, missionary, pet names: ma, baby, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up) 😚🤞
( in honor of it being my birthday + if you can’t tell by my previous posts i LOVEEE ex boyfriend!jermajesty and these are all like daydreams i had of my ex which i’m currently over the bitch now this was written wayy before i got over him 😗 this is not proofread!! )
your birthday was right around the corner and you usually don’t have birthday parties but you decided to have one this year. your theme this year was a black and red penthouse party. you made cute decorations and invitations and sent them out to your group chat including all your closest friends and your ex jermajesty. they all responded with things basically saying they are going to the party. you were so excited and couldn’t wait for the party.
a few days go by and now it’s the day of the party! you helped set up the decorations for your own birthday party because you couldn’t help but want everything to be perfect. you made sure your playlist was ready and a couple minutes later the girls of the group show up first. you told them to be sure they get here first so it’s not awkward when the boys show up.
the boys show up some of them separately some of them show up together like one of your guy friends and well, jermajesty. your family never met jermajesty, so it wasn’t awkward but the only person who knew about him was your cousin. so when she saw him she gave you a like shocked, flirty type of look and you just covered your mouth and laughed. “what do we do with these” one of your friends ask holding a gift bag. “you can just set them on this table here” you respond walking to the table with them. you watched everyone set either a gift or a card down but jermajesty on the other hand didn’t set anything down. “alright jermajesty, you didn’t get me anything?” you say in a joking tone because after all he is your ex and you didn’t expect to get anything from him. “nah, i’ll get you something later though i promise” he says. “you promise?” you say in a curious, excited tone. “i promise” he replies.
the party goes on and you and your friends have lots of fun, drinking champagne, and playing games. throughout the night you started to talk to jermajesty a whole bunch about random things. then as the party was ending everyone was getting ready to leave and jermajesty has to start coming up with excuses to stay behind. “i’m gonna help clean up” he says. everyone just looks at each other then responds with okay and they start saying their goodbyes. “you don’t have to stay and help clean up you know.” you say. “yeah but i want to, and i also still need to give you your birthday present” he says. “okay can you just give me the present now, like i wanna know what you got me” you say in a fake annoyed tone. “okay okay, we’ll have to go to your room because it’s a surprise” he says with a big grin on his face. “uhmmm okay, let’s go then” you say as you stop cleaning and walk to your room.
you make it up to your room and jermajesty locks the door behind you. “okay where’s my gift!” you ask in a excited tone. jermajesty already has THAT look, like he’s hungry. “your gifts right here” he says pointing to himself. “oh really” you say. “mhm let me make sure you have the best birthday ever ma” he says. you start to speak but before you knew it his lips crashed onto yours. you stood there making out with him before he picked you up. your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupped your ass. he walked over to your bed and threw you down. “take your clothes off baby” he says softly. you immediately do so because you have been waiting for this moment for the longest time ever. you start to take your clothes off as he stares at you in awe. he leans over you and kisses you again. he makes his way down to your neck and makes his way down to your tits. he kissed around the area once more before taking your right tit and putting it in his mouth. you felt his tongue swirl around your nipple as he sucked it. you couldn’t help but to throw your head back and let out soft moans. “does that feel good baby?” he asks as he switches over to the left one. “mhm” you moan slightly biting your lip. he does the same thing to the other one looks at you and starts kissing down your body once again.
he makes it down to your now dripping wet pussy. “mm baby, look at how wet you are” he runs his fingers through your slick. “all this for me?” he says. “mhm” you whimper. “i need you so bad baby” you moan. he wasted no time before absolutely devouring you. “you taste so good ma” he groans as he then started to enter two fingers into your wet hole while his tounge was moving quickly on your clit. “mm yes baby, keep going” you moan loudly. “oh fuck, it feels so good” he picks up the pace even though you thought it was impossible to go faster. “mhm fuck, maj your gonna make me cum” you moan. “cum for me ma” those words sent you over the edge and your immediately came all over his fingers. he pulls his fingers out and licks his fingers clean.
just when you thought you were done and you started to slightly get up he pushed you back down. “i’m not done with you yet” he says before sliding his pants and boxers down freeing his hard dick. you started at his glossy tip in awe. he noticed you staring and started to run his tip through your slick before pounding into you. “oh fuckkk” he groans. “mm baby, go faster” you moan. “mm you like that?” he grunts. “mhmm your so fucking deep baby” he’s thrusting into you at an unbelievable pace while hitting your g-spot every time. “fuck, i’m gonna cum” he moans. “where do you want it” he grunts. “inside of me baby, please” you moan. you felt his hips start to stutter as you felt his warm, sticky load fill you up. feeling his semen inside of you made you cum right after him.
he pulls out and you both lay there trying to catch your breath. a few minutes go by you both catch your breath and he helps clean yourself up. “we should go get plan b” you say jokingly but your actually deadass.
A/N: making these make me realize how much of a hornball i might be..
If anyone had told you that the sweetest, most soft-spoken superstar on the planet was secretly a ravenous, borderline-obsessive fiend behind closed doors, you would’ve laughed. But now? Shaking, sweating, and gripping the headboard of his massive master bed for dear life, you knew the terrifying truth.
Michael was a munch. A total, unapologetic eater.
"Michael, please," you gasped, your thighs twitching violently as his warm, heavy hands locked your hips in place. "I'm—I can't. I’m too sensitive, baby, stop—"
He didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. Michael just peeked up from between your legs, his damp curls clinging to his forehead, his lips glistening with your slick. His dark eyes were wide, blown-out, and completely shameless as he swiped his tongue slowly from the bottom of your slit all the way up to your aching clit, making you sob out loud.
"Shh," he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly contrast to his usual high pitch. "I didn't say you could close your legs, beautiful. Keep 'em open for me. Let me taste how much you love me."
He was a perv, plain and simple. It didn't matter if you were trying to watch a movie, winding down after a long day, or literally just woke up; if Michael got a whiff of you, he was diving in. He treated your body like his personal, five-star buffet. He was highly addicted, completely obsessed with the natural, warm scent of your skin, especially when your everyday scent mixed with your natural wetness. He’d bury his nose in your neck, trail his lips down your stomach, and just inhale deeply between your thighs before his tongue even touched you.
He had absolutely zero boundaries, too. If you were sitting on his lap while he was writing music, his large hands would inevitably slip under your skirt to check your moisture. If you were even a little wet, he’d instantly drop to his knees on the floor, pulling your panties to the side right there. He was so incredibly visual, preferring to turn on all the bedside lamps just so he could watch his long fingers parting your rich, folds, blending beautifully against your skin. He'd even pull your lips apart himself, whispering muffled, dirty praise like, "You taste so sweet, baby... look at how much you're leaking for me," as he swallowed every single drop.
"Michael, seriously, I'm going to pass out," you whined, trying to push his head away as a fresh wave of overstimulation hit you.
But he loved when you tried to fight it. He loved the control, often pulling your hips right over his face to anchor you down, whispering, "Smother me, baby. Don't be shy." Even after you’d just had a screaming, toe-curling orgasm and your legs were shaking like jelly, Michael’s greed knew no bounds. He’d wait barely thirty seconds—just long enough for you to catch your breath—before his tongue was right back on your swollen clit. As you cried out and tried to wriggle away, he simply pinned your wrists to the mattress, looking up at you with a dark, teasing smirk. "Just a little more, mama. I need to taste my baby"
Possessive Jaafar x ex gf reader. He snatches her up from a diff club. Jermajesty and Randy jr show him her insta story bcs she’s out with Randy’s gf and other friends. Reader is getting freaky, bending down, twerking on other guys, and saying fuck her ex on TikTok. Ppl on TikTok are wondering if she’s talking about him. He fucks her brains out when he takes her home and she’s pissed bcs he’s been clocking her the whole night. He posts her laying down against him on her TikTok acc.
Fuck my ex
contains: Black reader, explicit content, strong language, ex! Jaafar, Possessive! Jaafar, n word usage, Toxic(?)themes, thick! Reader
Now playing: You Broke My Heart - Drake
The weight of Jaafar’s phone laid heavy in hand as his eyes squinted in irritation. His face flashed with multicolored lights as he watched your TikTok for the hundredth time.
“FUCK MY EX!” You screamed along with Drake, as you shot a proud middle finger to the camera.
Oh, he was pissed.
Being in the spotlight as a Jackson was ridiculous enough. Even as a child, he was under a spectacle. Normal, childish things that turned into a “scandal” simply because of who he was related to.
When he grew up and you were revealed as his girlfriend—America’s favorite influencer—the world loved it.
You were the internet’s golden couple, so imagine the turmoil online when you guys announced the breakup. The breakup was mutual (so he thought) but every post made and shared, the internet took it as a subliminal towards the other.
Every move y’all made seemed sensationalized, put on a pedestal to be analyzed. It’s gotten to the point Jaafar suggested you both move privately and carefully. Obviously, you didn’t care too much for the warning.
It was a grainy picture of you and Randy’s girl. Jaafar’s eyes lingered on you, raking his gaze over your plump figure.
Your hair was laid—per usual—tiny white dress that barely covered anything. Body pressed against Randy’s girl while you both blew a kiss into the camera. Jaafar would never lie to himself and say you weren’t the finest girl he ever had.
He deeply adored you and he still does. In all honesty, he believed you were still his regardless of what social media said. He kept tabs on you, it wasn’t hard with you constantly posting.
The Instagram story transitioned to the next slide, and Jaafar’s eyes widened as his face leaned closer to the screen. You were twerking on some random guy while Randy’s girlfriend’s hyped you up in the back. "I know you fuckin' lying." Jaafar muttered.
The couch decompressed as Jaafar shot up from his seat, jaw clenched. Randy’s head darted to him and noticed the scowl on Jaafar’s face. Jaafar snatched his keys off the side table, jingle rippling from his hand.
"Bro, you sure you wanna do this? She ain't even yo' girl." Randy weakly attempted to influence Jaafar’s actions for the better. As a certified drama lover, Randy couldn’t hide the small excitement.
"I really don't give a fuck." Jaafar only had one goal in mind, and it was to get your ass out of that club.
~~~
"Shake that ass hoe!" Randy's girlfriend lightly smacked your ass. Your hands were settled on your knees, butt rippling like water.
The bass pulsed loudly, mixed with the smell of weed and sweat. The air was hot, but you paid no mind as you danced your heart away.
"AY, AY, A-oh shit," You heard her gasp from behind you. You turned around to see Randy towering over her and your eyebrows raised. "Randy?" Your voice was filled with confusion. Why would he be here? He had a cheeky expression on his face, leaning down to give his girl a kiss on the cheek.
"You was sayin’ fuck who?” A familiar voice came from behind you. Your eyes widened as you turned around to see Jaafar with his arms crossed. His eyes were narrowed with his arms crossed.
"Mind you I was singing the song, I ain't even your girl no more, so what you checkin' me for?" You shrugged your shoulders in disbelief. He looked so attractive under the dim red lighting but you were more concerned on him being here.
"You still associated with me though, now get your ass to the car." His attitude was strong, tone revealing that you didn’t have a choice.
"Nigga, you aint my daddy, hell no." You rolled your eyes, hands on your hips. Your dress felt warm against your palms, and you realized how your stilettos were killing your feet.
"Randy, grab your girl so we can go." Jaafar demanded. His fingers enclosed around your wrist, tugging you through the dancing bodies. He marched through as if he was on a mission, nudging past others without a care in the world.
You stumbled over your heels, “What the fuck?” You rolled your eyes, feet struggling to catch up to his pace. Once you all made it outside, the cool air whipped against your skin, and Jaafar pulled you into his chest.
“Fuck your ex, right? Bet.”
•••
The wet sounds from Jaafar’s tongue filled the room as your legs shook. The black heels that still adorned your feet bumped into Jaafar's shoulder blades while his large palms held your legs back.
He couldn’t help himself, you looked so good, he had to get a taste. His tongue flicked against your clit quickly before sucking the nub into his mouth.
He ate you out like a starved man, groaning into your wetness. “Fuck, Jaafar!” You couldn’t control your moans.
His middle finger glided down your slit, stopping at your sopping entrance before sliding in. The added on sensation made your head loll to side. You moaned out, one hand coming down to lace your fingers into his dark curls.
His hair was so soft, just like his lips that continuously sucked and kissed on your clit. His tongue was warm, and hot, moving in messy directions as he smothered his mouth in your arousal.
His chin was soaked as he added his ring finger before curling them inside of you. "S-shit." Your back arched, feeling the familiar ball in your stomach unravel. You came on his tongue with a shudder, body tensing up.
Your hips began to subconsciously grind on his tongue as he let you ride your orgasm out. His tongue laid out thick and wide as your clit rubbed against the wet muscle.
When he noticed the motion of your hips slow down, he stood up. “We ain't done, keep them legs spread." The zipper felt cool against his fingers as he tugged it down. He dragged the waistband of his pants down till he felt the cool air brush against his dick.
You smacked your teeth, "I'm sensitive." Your pussy pulsed from the intense orgasm mixed with the delicious sight of Jaafar stroking himself. Jaafar was absolutely blessed in that area, bringing you to orgasms with no problem.
"I truly don't care." He placed one hand behind your thigh to keep your legs open, revealing your wet slit. His heavy tip slapped against your clit, making you gasp.
The weight felt so good, you thought you were about to cum just from that, "You gon' take this dick, baby?" His eyes darted from your face to your core. "Go slow, please." You pouted, head lifting to watch him ease himself inside.
"Let's see how I feel." Before you could protest, he slid inside of you. You haven't felt his dick in so long, the stretch was nostalgic. “Shit,” he muttered feeling your tight pussy suck him in.
"Oh fuck." You moaned, he didn't give you any time to adjust. "You miss me, ma?" He buried his dick inside of you, setting a deep and steady pace. His hips snapped against you causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.
He was knocking your pussy out the frame at this point, you could barely respond. "Y-yes, J, so bad." Your voice shook with a small cry. "Mhm, I know baby. I missed your sexy ass too." His hips didn't let up.
His thumb trailed down your body, finding your pulsing clit. He gently pressed down to apply pressure and rubbed it in tight circles.
Your pussy squelched under his rough pace and moving thumb. “Your pussy so wet f’me,” His bottom lip was captured between his teeth.
"You're gonna make me cum." You cried out, hands flying to grip his biceps. He moved his hand to press on your lower tummy. "Cum on my dick, baby."
His thrusts hit deep inside you, tip brushing against your g-spot. Your lips formed an ‘o’ and your toes curled as another orgasm washed through you.
He threw your legs on his shoulders, leaning over till his lips meshed with yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth, twirling around lovingly as the skin clapping only increased in volume.
"Want me to cum in this pussy?" He whispered against your lips. "Please do it." You moaned. You were sensitive but the feeling of him digging in you felt like no other. His hips rolled into yours, pleasure hitting your stomach.
"Whose pussy is this?" He whispered before pecking your lips. The small action sent a wave of butterflies in your stomach. "Yours, Jaafar!” You panted heavily.
He moaned, stilling his hips inside of you as he flooded your pussy with his cum. You were winded, breathing heavily as he slowly pulled out. "Tore you up, didn't I?" He chuckled.
"Man, shut up." You rolled your eyes at his cockiness. He cleaned you up, taking care of you like old days. Gently cleaning the soaking mess you both made while leaving small kisses on your dark skin.
Once you both were settled under the covers, you didn't waste any time falling asleep on his chest. Jaafar being Jaafar, he’s a petty person so you should’ve known better than to fall asleep first.
What could he say? The dick was just that good.
He grabbed his phone and pulled up 'You broke my heart' on TikTok. "Fuck my ex, fuck my ex." The audio sung low from his speaker as he recorded you knocked out.
He had a cheeky smile on his face, knowing from the video, anyone can tell exactly what happened. He already knew the notifications were gonna come flooding it. The shade room is going to have a field day with this.
He captioned it, "And that she did." He made sure to tag you aswell. He know his girl ain't going nowhere.
Being young, free, in your early twenties, and just starting your modeling career made you do stupid things. Especially now that your past was coming back to bite you in the ass, and now it was everywhere and people were talking, like really talking. Every newspaper featured your story on the cover, and everyone was tuning in to see the latest scoop about your life, which had become a complete mess.
Your stomach twisted with anxiety that almost made you dizzy as you bit onto your nail nervously. The once pretty polish that sat perfectly manicured onto your finger was now chipped from how long you sat nibbling at it. Suddenly the thought of Michael walking through that door made you anxious. You knew he would be angry, especially with the fact that you never mentioned it, and if it weren't for whoever dug that up, you would've been in the clear, but you should've known. God, it had been so long since that shoot you nearly forgot about it, well, until you got that harsh reminder.
"Pissed" wasn't even the word.
In fact, he was beyond that; he was furious. He was furious at the fact that you wouldn't tell him about something like this, furious at the fact that now the world had seen your naked body.
He sat quietly in the back of the car, arms folded to his chest as his hand grasped the paper, gripping so hard that his fingers began to hurt, and his heart raced as he took a deep breath to get his feelings in check. He didn't want to yell at you. Truth be told, he didn't even want to argue about this, but thinking of you keeping this a secret and now everyone seen it made his blood boil as his fist clenched onto that paper with pure anger.
The sound of the front door snapped you out of your daze. Your teeth stopped nibbling on your manicured nails, and your stomach did at least three more flips and not in a good way, and your palms seemed to constantly sweat from the uneasiness that settled in your body as you nervously bounced your leg. It felt as though the bedroom was too hot; despite hearing the AC running throughout the house, it never seemed to cool the room.
His shoes clicked against the smooth marble of the floor as he made his way towards the stairs. It was the calmness in his steps that made everything seem more eerie because deep down you knew he was angry. Michael was never one to raise his voice when he got upset. Instead, his anger seemed to show more through the calmness in his voice, the way his tone carried that hint of anger, or the way his facial expressions told it all.
The sound of the door creaking against the wooden frame as he pushed it open, revealing his large figure in the doorway.
“Michael—”
“What is this?” The thick stack of paper slapped against the floor as it slid closer to you, making your eyes snap in the direction of it.
“Look, I forgot about it; it was so long ago. I'm sorry, Mikey."
He wasn't necessarily upset at the fact that you had done the shoot; well, maybe he was, but more at the fact that it seemed like the whole world had seen it and now all eyes were on you.
“Do y’know how many people probably have this picture saved, lookin at every inch of your body?” he started, his tone completely fading from the soft tone and signature smile he usually used to a tone that was stern, like he was giving you a good talking to. "Are all the people now looking at me to do something, say anything about this? The filthy guys are probably drooling over this."
“I know, I know, my team is already working on releasing a statement. " You stood up in an attempt to soothe the situation, but Michael wasn't having it.
"Sit" That one word was enough to make your whole body go cold as you quietly obeyed, your eyes falling over his large frame, the way his fists were clenched in a tight ball, the way there was the slight movement of his jaw because he was pressing his teeth together so tightly.
“On the floor, on your knees."
You obeyed. I mean, what else were you supposed to do? You knew exactly what was coming and knew exactly what kind of treatment you’d be getting tonight. You watched as he loosened the belt that had been constricting him all day, finally unbuttoning his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing throughout the room as he tugged them down, finally taking a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you.
"You know what to do, right? Show me how sorry you are." His hand ran from the top of your head down to the soft skin of your jaw, tilting your head upwards to face him.
"Mhm, I know, Mikey. Let me show you I'm sorry," you cooed, finally taking the opportunity to let your hand run up and down his cock in a slow, almost soothing motion, earning a sigh that slipped past his lips before you pressed a kiss to his tip, your tongue slipping out to lick the slit that dripped with precum before letting your lips form that familiar “o” shape, taking as much length as possible, using your hand to stroke what you couldn't fit.
A groan trickled out from his throat as he let his fingers tangle in between your strands, letting his hand gently guide your head. The feeling of your mouth wrapped around him and the suction from your mouth paired with the way you swirled your tongue made his hips instinctively buck upwards, hitting that sweet spot in the back of your throat that created the lewd sound of gagging.
“That’s it, take it." His voice was stern, sending a cold shiver down your body as you let your head dip down again, the spit that pooled at the corners of your mouth dribbling down his length, making him toss his head back as you attempted to take him deeper, your hands stroking the rest, your eyes looking up at his facial expressions, fluttering lashes, and brows knitted tightly. That look when you're too far gone in bliss that the only thing you can think about is the intense feeling you're receiving.
“That’s enough." His words stopped you in your tracks, pulling away with a gentle pop.
He laid you down on your back, clothes scattered in a pile with his own, legs spread so that he could see that perfect core that sat untouched and leaking just for him, and despite the fact that millions of people had seen your bare body, he knew he was the only one who'd get to really feel you, feel your gummy walls flutter against him, and feel the warmth from your body; the thought of it made him groan as he gripped tightly onto your hips like it was the last thing he'd be able to feel, lining his tip with your entrance and sliding it in.
His pace didn't start off slow; it was brutal, anger leaking out in the form of his thrusts.
“Mikey, s-slow down, it's too much," you babble, your voice shaking from the sheer force of each thrust that made your tits bounce and your head fly back into the pillows as your teeth bit down on your bottom lip, a sting of pain shooting through it from how hard you were biting down.
“You got it, baby. Take this dick." He was breathless, heavy breathing mixed with the sound of skin slapping and sex filling the room as he leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck that contradicted the way he was thrusting into you. Your whines sounded like sweet music to his ears as the feeling of your walls sucking him in and the warmth made him moan against the damp skin of your neck.
"Fuck—I'm sorry," you cried out, feeling his tip repeatedly hitting that sweet spot as you let your fingernails dig into his back, earning a wince from Michael, but considering the circumstances he was under, he didn't really care; it only seemed to add to the intense feelings that were shooting through his body.
“I know, baby, it’s okay," he cooed, his thrusts becoming sloppier and a huge contrast from brutal, yet controlled thrusts, a telltale sign that he was on the verge of release, basking in the feeling of your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your fingers that dug into his back, creating that familiar stinging sensation, and your sweet moans that rang out, falling onto what seemed like deaf ears.
"Gonna cum," you whined, back arching off the mattress, the thin layer of sweat that veiled over your body now mixed in with Michael's own as your body convulsed in waves of pure pleasure. His hips bucked into you as his mouth fell open, giving you another sloppy thrust.
"That's it, so good," he whispered, kissing your collarbone, the warmth from his breath only making your skin feel hotter and sticky, and for a moment, the room fell into this kind of rhythmic silence, light sounds of heavy breathing as you tried to collect yourself.
“Are you still mad at me?” you whispered through heavy breaths.
“I was never mad at you," he started, his fingers brushing the skin of your cheek. “I was more mad at the fact that so many people had seen it." His eyes darted away.
MDNI!, soldier boy x f reader, readed is an adult, normal au, read part one for context (ignore how bad it is, it was one of my first fics 😭), am gonna make a third part as well!
it was stupid. real stupid to get into a strangers car. you've heard numerous times that you shouldn't talk to strangers, take food from them and especially not get in their car. it felt like the space was closing in on you the more you thought about it.
now you sat there in the passenger seat of this man's car. your tears were dried and an uneasy feeling resided in your gut.
"so, what's your story?" he asked, interrupting your thoughts. "pretty girl like you all alone in the middle of the night hoping inside a man's car. it's not every day something like that happens."
"it's a very long story." you huffed and nervously played with your fingers in your lap. the realization started hitting you that you just left your home town, probably forever. your phone was left forgotten on your bed. you couldn't inform anyone about where you are and no one could track your address. if this turned sour you were fucked.
"we have a long drive ahead of us, doll. you might as well start talking." he took a glance over at you and you started to feel uneasy at the way he was staring at your body. he cleared his throat and stared back at the road. "you know, you're one lucky girl. other guys would take advantage of you."
"guess I owe you the story then." you relent and rub your temples with your manicured hand. "I know this is going to sound stupid but I just needed to go away from them."
"why's that, kid? your mommy and daddy were too mean to you?" he asked, his voice sounding almost condescending.
"you wouldn't understand. they weren't textbook abusive but they always yelled at me and criticized everything I did." you started crying again and hid your face in the palm of your hands. guilt gnawed at you for talking about your family like this. your chest was heaving from the intensity of your wails but you couldn't hold your tears back.
"take a deep breath, doll." he instructed you and placed a hand on your thigh making you jump up. "relax, I won't hurt you."
"am sorry." you placed your hands back in your lap and stared out of the window, trying to hold back your tears now. you looked like a wounded doe to him.
"nothin' to apologize for." he said as he squeezed your thigh. the drive got really quiet, the only sound coming from the radio playing old songs. after an hour passed he opened his mouth again. "am goin' to make stop at the gas station. you can go piss there if you need." he announced casually as he pulled the car over.
your cheeks burned in shame at his crude language and you just cleared your throat. "okay."
once you arrived you jumped out of the car and streched to get rid of the soreness from sitting for so long. the cold air gave you goosebumps all over your body. you took in the neon lights from the gas station that casted a glow on the empty street for a brief moment before turning to him.
"hey uhhh I'll go to the bathroom now." you informed him. as soon as you started walking he grasped onto your wrist.
"not alone, sweetheart. can't have anythin' bad happen to you." he declared and walked over to pump gas into his car. "just stay next to me."
"alright." you answered quietly. it was soothing the way he spoke with you in such a paternal way. you watched him put the nozzle in the tank and you couldn't help but think dirty thoughts.
once he was done pumping he turned to you."good girl. c'mon, I'll buy you somethin' from the store."
his hand was on the back of your neck when you two walked inside of the store. it was completely empty besides the cashier at the counter. you found it odd, usually gas stations were busy, especially at night.
"go on, kid. pick something for yourself." he urged you as he watched your eyes scan the drinks infront of you.
you ended up picking a diet soda. "can I please get this?" you asked despite him telling you already that he will.
he chuckled at the way you were still so bashful, holding the bottle while staring down at the floor. "sure that's all you want?" he asked and you simply answered with a nod. "alright then. I'll get it for you, sweetheart."
"thank you." you whispered, fidgeting while watching him pay for your drink. "I still need to pee." you reminded him. your thighs rubbed together trying to relieve the pressure on your bladder.
"patience, kid" he said in a harsher tone this time and led you to the bathroom.
you instantly got inside the stall and locked the door. the very first thing you did was take a deep breath because the whole situation you got yourself in was way too overwhelming.
"don't have a mental breakdown, doll. you're fine." he called out while waiting in front of the stall and set your drink down on the sink.
"am not!" you exclaimed, your shaky voice exposing how scared you were. "I left my hometown with a man twice my age who I don't even know. I'm fucked."
he could hear your soft sniffles and he found is so endearing the way you were so fragile. but it started the irritate him that you wouldn't come outside. fifteen minutes have passed and you already flushed the toilet, yet you weren't leaving the place. "you're even more fucked if you keep stayin' here. come outside now." he barked out.
you remained frozen in place for a few more minutes, his complaints started sounding like white noise. eventually you opened the stall door and walked out only to be met with a harsh slap.
"when I talk to you, you fuckin' listen to me!" he scolded and pointed his finger at you. his frown lines were more prominent in the artificial lighting. he looked so intimidating like this.
you brought your hand to your cheek to soothe the sting and began crying again. today you cried more than you did your entire life. "am sorry."
"that's more like it." his gaze softened up and he stared at your sad face. his thumb stroked your cheek. "goin' to kiss it better." he stated and kissed your cheek before capturing your lips in a kiss.
your breath hitched at the way his tongue explored your mouth. his beard was scratching your sensitive skin but that didn't matter. you were so akward and inexperienced and it was noticeable through the way your teeth kept clicking against his.
"you're a virgin aren't you?" he asked and you just nodded once again, wanting to disappear right then and there. "could tell cause you're so uptight, doll."
"I'm too scared to lose it." you confess and akwardly look around. "think we should go before someone walks in. you aren't supposed to be in a woman's bathroom." you say, using this excuse to get away from him.
instead of listening to you he pushes you against the wall, nearly knocking the breath out of your lungs. "guess we got to hurry then." he says before pulling your shorts and panties down.
you gasp, feeling completely exposed. "I'm- wait-" you squeal but he brings his hand to your folds. it was so embarrassing how wet you were.
"christ. you've been acting like a saint but you're wet as wet as a fuckin' whore." he spits out and gathers some slick on his fingers. "so wet, I could use it as lube to fuck you in the ass with. but that's for another time."
you jump up when you feel him inserting two fingers in your hole. "oh god." you moan out, gripping onto his shoulders for support.
"so fuckin' tight. am goin' to ruin this little cunt." he growls as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.
wet, squelching sounds filled the bathroom and you were praying that no one would walk in on you. he took his fingers out and you whined at the empty feeling.
"you're going to get something much better, sweetheart." he stated before unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down.
you gasped when his hardened cock sprung free. it was massive and covered in precum. "oh my god." you looked at it mortified.
he guided your hand to his shaft. "stroke it, sweetheart." he stood there, his massive frame cornering you against the wall as he waited for you to do what he told you to.
you gulped and began stroking it while looking up at him. taking every grunt and moan as confirmation that what you were doing was good.
"that's enough, baby. we don't have enough time." he said and wrapped his hands around his cock. he slapped the tip against your entrance before pushing it in.
it felt like he was ripping your hole open. "oh my god I can't take it." you cried out and pressed your nails into his back.
"you're going to take it like an obedient little bitch." he said and covered your mouth with his hand. "now be quiet for me. don't want the workers to know how much of a dirty slut you are."
the way he was thrusting into you right now was making your ears ring. he was rutting his hips with a brutal force, his cock hitting your g-spot in a delicious manner. "am gonna cum!" you yelled out which got muffled by his hand.
"cum for me, doll." he replied as he kept slamming into you. "come on, cum on daddy's cock like a good whore."
with a loud cry you came on his cock and he kept thrusting into you with a brutal force. "mmm am cummin' daddy."
he relished in seeing you come undone before him. with one final thrust he came as well, filling you up with his milky cum. "did so well for me." he praised you and pulled his cock out, wiping it clean on your pussy. after that you both got dressed again and headed out.
the walk back to the car was filled with silence until a dogs barking interrupted it. "so how long before we arrive at your place?" you asked him, gaining a bit more courage now.
"we're almost there don't worry your pretty head about it." he assured you. once you both stepped in the car he gave you your drink and you took a sip of it. afterwards he drove again.
you just kept your eyes on the road and after some time you started feeling drowsy. you wanted to be stay awake because it felt safer. but you couldn't fight it anymore and ended up falling asleep...
Summary: You’re given the job of babysitting Soldier Boy, keeping him out of public view and only in your sight. Being in a desolate cabin is boring though, and the two of you pick up a game that isn’t as much fun for you as it is for him.
♡ warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, rough sex, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, slapping, punching-ish, bruising, spit, crying, lots of dirty talk, degrading (bitch, whore, slut), he's soldier boy idk what you expect, trigger warning, clear consent, reader insert, no mentions of y/n.
wc: 3.6k | i'm sorry in advance for what you're going to read... but the soldier boy girlies were yelling at me to do it and i gladly want to! if u want more older bf fan fics like this (mean and SCARY) lmk!!
You’re not exactly sure when the game of cat and mouse started, but it definitely did.
Hiding in the middle of nowhere, a cabin down a dark trail accessible only to lost hikers gave you and Soldier Boy free rein in the forest: a vast, dark expanse of thick tree trunks, tall grass, and rocks. It was pure seclusion from society.
The job was handed to you: looking after Soldier Boy, his babysitter. It was vague, the instructions you were given: keep him out of public, and do not let him out of your fucking sight. Those were the rules applied to him, and you were the one who upheld them.
It all started the first time you let him outside. He had been suspiciously nice that morning; not making sly comments about your ass, or questioning why he hadn’t fucked you yet despite the small cabin the two of you were forced to live in.
You were idly walking ahead of him, minding your business, kicking rocks and picking up stray flowers. He watched you from behind, his mind conjuring thoughts you’d probably slap him for: how quickly you’d have to run to escape, or the way you’d look against a pine tree, that stupid dress you always wore, hiked up.
You played into it accidentally, slightly running ahead when you spotted a patch of uneven mushrooms and curiously analyzing the fungi. Now he was a few feet back behind you, and it gave you the silliest idea to sprint ahead. And so you did.
He immediately ran right after you through the woods, listening to your loud laughs–you didn’t know he was serious, and he was that fucking eager to catch up to you. You were quick on your feet, easily hopping over the scattered debris, and it was the most adrenaline he had felt in a long time. Just the thought of chasing you down like you were a prize had him moving quicker than you, firm hands catching your waist and pulling you down onto the dirt.
It was the most adrenaline you'd ever felt, too; his hands bunching your dress, devouring you right there against the forest floor, a dark sky full of stars above you, both of you tapping into some primal sense you'd suppressed until that very moment.
Since then, it had almost become a ritual. You’d slip out of the cabin after he’d randomly announce you had a minute head start, sometimes lucky enough to receive a minute and a half. You had zero time to change, sometimes even wandering out in bare feet when he was feeling like an asshole, which was most of the time, forcing you to run through the forest in nothing but a nightgown and bare feet. And that was the case for tonight.
“Thirty… thirty seconds?” you ask in surprise, gazing at Ben, who sits on the couch, lazily smoking a joint, the words completely out of the blue.
You’re staring at him, blinking; he’s completely unbothered, rubbing the scruff he hasn’t shaved in a while.
“Said thirty seconds, didn’t I, doll?” he drawls casually, a plume of smoke slipping by his lips. “Twenty-two... Twenty-one…” he begins to taunt, and your eyes widen. He was already counting.
You curse quietly to yourself, trying to ignore just how truly excited you are to venture out into the forest this late at night, knowing a predator would be on your heels in just twenty seconds if you didn’t run quickly enough.
The night air is cold and sharp against your warm skin, and your cotton nightgown does little to shield you from it. Goosebumps prick your thighs and arms, and you’re already starting a light jog, bare feet running along the hard ground, soon feeling sticks and sharp gravel beneath them as you stray further and further from the cabin.
The night sky is cloudy tonight, the stars barely hanging above, leaving the forest just a bit darker than usual. You pant softly when you begin to pick up the speed, glancing over your shoulder, the porch light flicking off–that was a signal; Ben was leaving the cabin now, and you were just about twenty feet away.
You move more quickly, limbs swift, and weave through the branches, twigs catching on your cotton nightgown. You groan with each soft rip, realizing you've accidentally wandered into a dense thicket of branches and thorns.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he taunts aloud, loud enough for you to hear. “Don’t be a dumb bitch like last time, pickin’ the worst fuckin’ spots known to man,” he calls out, and you swallow hard.
You grimace, eyes narrowed, trying to navigate your way through the unfortunate area you sound yourself. Your feet are muddy, dense branches pressing into the bottom of your feet, and you look over your shoulder, the cabin completely out of sight.
Ben is wandering around slowly, his sharp eyes scanning the area for any sign of you; he can smell you, that sweet scent he smells every single day, and it smells even better when it’s mixed with the obvious fear of scent, too.
There was fear wrapped into the entirety of it–a twisted sense of it, mingling with the excitement. You knew he was a powerful man, hands big enough to snap you in half, and you’ve seen the bruises he leaves you with, how relentless a single man can be, pounding into you like it’s all he can do–it is; he’s been stuck out here for god knows how long, and this is the only piece of entertainment he gets. And it’s from you.
“Not even makin’ this fun for me anymore,” he mumbles, and you can hear his voice getting louder, and you’re on your hands and knees. “Lazy whore, just wantin’ me to fuck her without playing the actual part of the game–not how you play it,” he drawls out, and you squeeze your eyes shut.
You move on your hands and knees, feeling the twigs grasping at your nightgown, slicing the white fabric, and you whimper each time a sharp rock grounds itself into your hands and knees. You keep crawling, staying lower to the forest floor, panting, adrenaline coursing through you, actual fear filling your chest. He’s threatened to kill you more times than you want to remember.
“Can smell you, you know,” he taunts again, and you hold your breath as you hear twigs crunch beneath his feet. “Fear, and how wet your fuckin’ panties are right now, all excited, ain’t ya?” he practically laughs, and you grimace in disgust, his words sharp.
You swallow hard and keep crawling on your hands and knees, shuffling, and you can hear his footsteps growing louder. You breathe heavier, ducking your head, much too afraid to look behind you and find that man looming over you–he’s so tall, and muscle, and taut skin against him, and you bite your lip.
“What should I do with that little body of yours, once I find you?” Ben calls out, and you freeze. “Fuckin’ your mouth this time sound fun? Maybe usin’ every hole of yours,” he clicks his tongue, and freezes too, scoping out his surroundings.
You cover your mouth and hold your breath, hearing his steps suddenly quicken as he's somehow caught your scent like a rabid dog, and he walks right by you. Your eyes widen when you see him slightly; just his large feet, the soft grunts from him, and you glance up, seeing his face; his eyes are narrowed, nostrils flared, but he’s mostly hidden. It’s too dark.
“Can’t wait to see that look on your face.” he pauses again, inhaling, trying to smell you. “All scared n’ helpless lookin’ like a deer caught in headlights–makes me wanna fuck your brains out, hope you know that,” he mocks, and you shake your head.
You inch backwards once you know he’s slightly ahead of you, somehow missing your form hidden under a few branches and twigs. You gulp, feeling a thorn catching on your dress again, and it rips. You wince, glance over, and Ben is gone; you freeze again.
Two large hands reach down and grab you by the hips, and you let out a loud squeal; Ben knocks you off balance. The minute you’re on your stomach, he doesn’t hesitate to reach down and grab your ankles instead, shamelessly dragging you by them, and you’re already whining, trying to grasp at the dirt and twigs.
“Hid in the worst fuckin’ spot, again,” he spits, pulling you out of the little spot. “Just wantin’ me to find ya’, huh? Could just ask me to fuck you, instead of bein’ a prude all god damn day,” he grumbles out, letting go of your ankles.
He doesn’t let you go, though. Instead, he kneels into the dirt, his knee pressing into your lower back, and he presses his hand on the back of your head, forcing your face into the cold dirt. You mumble something into the ground, your legs squirming, and he looks at the way you shift and squirm, and he shakes his head.
“Watchin’ this is the best part sometimes,” Ben drawls, watching your hands try to push off the ground, but he purposely digs his knee into your back. “Just fuckin’ hopeless, squirmin’ around like an animal caught in a trap.”
You whine and shake your head, and he purposely pushes your head down again, this time knocking it forward, and it sends stars behind your eyes at the roughness of it. He watches the squirming lessen in real time, and he licks his lips, easing his knee off your lower back.
He twists his hand into your hair, pulling your face out of the door, and he glances at you; your cheeks covered in tears, and dirt smeared across your face, a painful throbbing at the corner of your head. He laughs, clicking his tongue in admiration.
“Lookin’ your best, too,” Ben quips, his eyes raking over your face. “Cryin’ like you’re not the slut who gets excited for this shit; it’s pathetic, actin’ like you’re not soaked right now.”
You whimper and look away from Ben, and he moves his knee completely off your back. He’s all strong and rough, and his hand slides down, lifting right beneath your stomach, scooping you off the ground and tossing you over his shoulder. This strength comes with his supe abilities, and you learned it through this.
You squirm and kick your legs, and he has a wolfish grin as he walks through the forest, hearing the soft whines and groans as you try to free yourself from his grip.
“Keep kickin’, doll, I want you to,” he mocks your failed attempts and keeps moving through the woods, taking you further and further away from the cabin.
You’re not speaking, just making those sounds like a wounded animal; all whines and soft whimpers, and he’s the wolf about to feast on whatever is left. You lightly hit his back, and he lands a harsh slap on your ass.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He curses out, finding a slightly open patch, and your body is quick to hit the ground. He merely tosses you onto the ground, not bothering to lower you.
You hit the dirt with a thud, wide eyes looking up at him, and you’re panting, shuffling back until your back hits the base of a tree trunk. He smirks, tilting his head to the side.
“Stop puttin’ on this show,” he shakes his head, inching closer to you. “Crawlin’ away, actin’ like a frightened little girl,” he narrows his eyes, reaching down and grabbing you by the ankles again.
You almost scream this time—it gets caught in the back of your throat, and he drags you towards him, forcing your thighs to part and your nightgown to hitch you to your hips. He gazes down, nudging his way between your legs, and he sees the glistening slick against your underwear. The moon is coming out, and it hits it perfectly.
“Would a frightened lil’ thing be drippin’ like this?” Ben asks, glancing up at you, and he harshly slaps your core. “No, she wouldn’t—lyin’ bitch,” he mumbles, and then he spits, soothing the sting with his own saliva.
You wail and tip your head back, and whine even louder when his strong hand rips the underwear right off you. Another reminder of his supe strength, the cotton breaking and ripping right off your body, and he’s staring down at your bare lower half.
“Just fuckin’ soaked,” he groans again, inhaling the sweet scent he could smell from miles away. “And you’re cryin’ like I’m doin’ somethin’ wrong, and your body ain’t a hole for me to rip apart.”
You whimper, and he lands another slap against your core. It stings more this time, a faint burning, and you wince, your toes curling into the dirt, and he grins. He stares into your eyes, gathering saliva in his mouth, and then he spits right down again, and you moan the minute it hits you.
Ben’s fingers slide into you with ease, zero hesitation in the movement, and you gasp out, your back arching off the cold ground. His other hand holds your thigh, forcing you open.
“Clenchin’ around me already,” he curses out, letting two fingers curl and hook, finding that soft spot immediately, all spongy and warm. “This why you act like such a stupid slut? Hidin’ in the open, makin’ it easier for me to find you?” He ticks his head.
You’re already in another world, feeling a third finger slide in and you squeeze, and he scoffs at the feeling around the digits—he finds it amusing how much you want him, yet how you flailed around and whined, acting like every instinct wasn’t for him.
“Three fingers deep, and she’s wantin’ more,” Ben shakes his head, wetting his lips. “Think she can take five, doll? My whole fist in her?” He asks, tilting his head to the side, and you’re shaking your head, whimpering.
His fourth finger slides in, but his thumb refuses. Instead, it finds your clit that still has his saliva glistening against it, and he rubs it into you, and you’re moaning louder. He watches, your face comforting, eyes rolling back, back arching.
“Can’t believe you were runnin’ from me,” he mumbles and shakes his head, this time landing spit on your face,e and you wince. “Actin’ like you didn’t want this, and now you’re squeezin’ around my fingers, takin’ me in.”
You can feel his spit dripping down your face and you whine, shaking your head, feeling it slide onto your lips. You lap it up and Ben watches, narrowed eyes.
“Yeah… whinin’ about my spit, too,” he stares at you. “Meanwhile, got my whole fuckin’ hand inside of you.”
Ben pulls his fingers out of you, and you instantly gasp when you don’t feel it anymore, that full pressure. He lands another slap against your core, whining louder now that it’s sensitive and tender, all raw. He smirks at the look on your face, and you shift against the ground.
He lifts his hand and slides his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself, and he’s doing it on purpose, making sure you’re gagging—he’s got them halfway down your throat, and you’re choking, tasting yourself. You close your eyes and claw at the ground.
“Taste that, sweetheart?” He taunts, pulling his fingers out to hear you choke when they finally slide out. “How fuckin’ wet you are, yet you keep kickin’ around like a scared bitch.”
You look up at Ben when he briefly pauses, and he’s carefully unbuckling his pants, slowly moving onto his zipper and pulling them down with zero hesitation.
“You miss this, doll? Miss this fuckin’ you?” He coos, taunting even more. “My fingers not enough for you? My knee not enough for how greedy you are?”
You shake your head, biting your lip, glancing down when he takes himself out of his pants; long, hard, and you can tell he’s just throbbing. You remember the first time you saw him like this, and he couldn’t stop laughing and mocking you; your eyes blown out in shock, and you kept asking if he was sure if it would fit. He didn’t reassure you.
“Lookin’ like the first time you saw my cock,” Ben drawls, his hand wrapped around the base. “Looked like you saw a fuckin’ ghost, dumbest thing I’ve seen, until you told me… a virgin,” he grins, and you look away, already feel shameful about him taking your virginity.
“Let me defile you like a bitch I’d pick off the street,” he says, leaning a bit closer to you, nudging between your thoughts. “First time meant to be slow, sweetheart… a special thing between two people n’ you let me rip you open, like you’re nothin’, a whore. And you are.”
Ben uses the soft spot for leverage, and he thrusts into you, always loving that look on your face; the wide eyes and the parted lips, the way you slowly slip into a headspace of nothingness. Just need and want, a twisted desperation for a man who is just as desperate, and doesn’t hide it. Not at all.
“Yeah… yeah, missed stuffin’ this pretty hole,” he growls, two hands finding your hips, the grip absolutely bruising, and he’s pressing over old ones. “Grips around me… like she was meant for me. Think she was meant for me, baby?”
Your head is lolled back, and your eyes are rolled back into your head as Ben trusts and thrusts, hard, quick motions that are unforgiving and relentless. Your nightgown is all hiked up, and his hand drifts down, holding beneath where your knee bends, giving him an angle that has noises you’ve never heard before leaving your mouth.
“Whatcha’ think, doll?” Ben started, groaning as his own head tips back and he licks his lip. “Should I let you cum tonight? Or should… I make you hold it, all in.”
You whine when he threatens not to let you finish, something he’s done before, and it was the most agonizing thing ever, especially when he’s so big. So, so big, and he does it all so well.
Ben’s hand slides up your thighs a little more, and you immediately whimper the second he pushes on your lower abdomen, letting his fist drive into it.
“Gonna piss you’re so scared, yeah?” He asks, pushing hard onto your stomach, and you whimper, squirming. “Don’t be a dirty girl… nobody likes a messy bitch, you know this.”
It’s hard to think when there’s pressure everywhere; his hand on your stomach, the pressure from it, how hard he’s thrusting, the trees creaking and groaning, the smell of dirt and the water from the small creek trickling by. You’re in another world, and Ben is taking whatever it is out on you.
“You’ll be pissin’ on me, before cummin’, get that through your head,” he hisses, briefly lifting his hand to slap the side of your cheek. “Know how thick that skull is.”
You whine at the stinging, and there it comes, the soothing of his spit against your face, and you grimace, and he loves that look; the fake disgust, like you aren’t waiting for this to be done so that you can do the whole thing again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day.
“You’re gonna let me stuff you,” Ben says, leaving you no room to protest. “Gonna make you leak everywhere, all down these thighs,” he says, slapping the side of your thigh.
He never tells you when he’s going to finish, never gives you a heads up, but you know it—he’s groaning and grunting and growling, every animalistic urge surging through Ben’s body. And then it comes, that feeling in your stomach.
You’re not sure what it is, but he cums, and cums, and cums, a never-ending stream spilling inside of you, and he basks in it. The way you’re helplessly whining and shaking your head, asking how he has so much inside of him—he’s a fucking supe, and he’ll say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the fucking world.
Why would he not have a supply that could stuff you until you’re begging for him to stop?
Ben pauses, burying deep inside of you, his face nestled in the crook of your neck, his beard brushing and poking at your skin, all rough and hard. He lightly thrusts, letting his cum push deeper and deeper, forcing it in to fill every crevice. He knows every crevice, too. His fingertips have touched and curled against every single one.
“This fuckin’ body of yours,” he growls into your neck, his hips touching yours, his hand pressing right onto your lower stomach again. “Takes all of me, all my seed… think you were built for this, not even meant to cum, just a hole,” he breathes, licking up your neck.
You’re absolutely blissed out, your cheek still stinging, your mouth agape. He punches your stomach instead of pressing, emphasizing just how full he’s really made you.
“If you weren’t full of my cock right now…” Ben drawls, licking at your earlobe, his tongue sliding over it. “Would be spillin’ all over… ain’t that the cutest thing? Punchin’ your stomach, and forcin’ you to leak out.”
You don’t say anything; you just pant, and he pulls back, his rough hands brushing your hair from your face.
“A minute, this time.” he nods, licking his lips, his chest heaving. “Start runnin’.”
contents: 18+, needy sub!michael + kinda mean femdom!reader + loots of teasing and begging + tasteful choking + a lil bondage + vibrator play + overstimulation
y/t means your title of choice ex. mama, mommy, queen etc
wc 2.6k
At around 3-4am, you found yourself being awoken from your slumber. You thought it was just any normal night where you would wake up momentarily for whatever reason your body wanted you to; the sudden urge to pee, a bad nightmare, or the sound of your neighbors’ annoying dogs barking, but today was different. Instead of waking up due to any of those reasons, it was instead soft groggy moans and whimpering. They were coming from the opposite side of you, and you flipped yourself over sneakily to make sure you still weren’t dreaming. You carefully opened your eyes and realized your mind wasn’t playing dirty tricks on you. It was your boyfriend, Michael, half asleep, attempting to get himself off in the middle of the night.
He was laid on his back with his eyes closed, messy curls sprawled out atop of his silk pillow. His mouth was agape and you could so obviously see the moving prints of his hands under the blanket, rubbing on his torso and groping his lower body, hips slowly rolling upwards into the touch. You had to take a moment to process such a lewd, but cute moment of his, your core now tingling with arousal.
Without thinking too much, you reached over to drag your fingernails over his abs, his body jumping harshly at the unexpected touch. You watched closely as his head turned to you with wide eyes, blinking rather slowly in disbelief.
“Another dream?”
He nodded in response whilst trying to avert his eyes from your piercing gaze. He had to stop himself from smiling cheekily, knowing he was going to be in trouble in the best way.
“You should’ve woke me up.” You uttered in a lower tone, scooching yourself into his personal space.
“I would’ve..” He started, slowly creeping his hand down from his stomach to his clothed bulge, stroking it gently whilst letting out a breathy moan. “But the thought of touching while you were asleep turned me on even more.” You could tell he was trying to turn you on, and it was working, but you couldn’t give in just yet.
You reached your hands under the blanket that laid on top of him and grabbed his wrist with one hand, the other going to grip his bulge tightly. “Don’t get cute.” You let go of his erection. “I was gonna help you out, but I guess you got it.”
“No, no,” He whimpered at the lack of touch, too easily manipulated to keep up a bratty act for more than two seconds. “I want you to do it. Please.”
“Tell me what happened in your dream first.” You released his wrist to caress his side ever so gently before you snaked your hand down to his underwear. You refused to give him the touch he so desperately craved, leaving your fingers just perched under his waistband, making an impatient sigh leave his lips.
“You were teasing me. Making me sit with my hands tied to my back while you touched your chest,” He started, eyes lolling shut to better remember the situation. You began to rub the tip of his cock with your thumb, eliciting a gasp from him.
“Y-you made me suck on your breasts, n’ I wanted to touch them. Bad.” You hummed a small ‘Mm’ in response, a small smile forming on your face. You went even faster with your thumb, spreading the pre-cum that leaked from his tip all over the head of his length. Michael moaned in response, his breathing becoming even heavier, so immersed in your touch that he had forgotten he was even supposed to be talking.
“Aht aht,” You slowed your pace. “Keep talking. You haven’t even gotten to the good part yet, baby.”
“You sat on top of me. Started rubbing yourself on my dick,” He paused to let out a breathy whimper. Using your palm, you quickly swirled it against his glans now, trying to mimic the same feeling he was talking about. His hips began to buck up at the overwhelming sensation, continuous gasps finding their way out of him with every swirl of your hand. “You were so wet- shit. It felt so real.” His eyebrows furrowed at the thought, flustered pants interrupting his speech. “God, I need you.” You knew immediately what that meant.
You suddenly halted your movements on his dick, replacing it with a hard grip. You sat up on your butt to look down at your boyfriend and ran a hand over his chest before promptly wrapping it around his neck, squeezing on his sweet spot. “Don’t you dare.” Michael choked out a small moan before grabbing the arm that was restricting him, his cock throbbing harshly for an orgasm in your hand.
“And don’t tell me you almost just fucking came? From that? With no permission?” You released his neck—to which he quickly tried to catch his breath, and once he did, he started spewing out stupid excuses and mumbling over his words.
“I’m sorry, y/t. I’m sorry. I’m gonna ask to come. Promise.” You ignored his empty promises and got up from your spot on the bed, walking over to your favorite drawer in the room. You grabbed the small, almost doll-like pair of keys that sat on the wall to then stuff them inside of the keyhole, humming to yourself as you heard that familiar click. You pulled the drawer open to reveal a small collection of different sex toys, from dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, and even a flogger you hadn’t tried yet. You decided to go easy on Michael today and carefully grabbed a small, grey bullet vibrator, some bedazzled handcuffs, and lube. You stumbled your way back over to your bed, the lack of lighting on that side of the room blinding your vision.
Your boyfriend sat up now, and you couldn’t help but blush as only his moon-illuminated torso was visible along with his hard on peeking above at you with just his boxers and blanket scrunched under it. You sat down on the bed next to him and playfully slapped his cock a few times, making his abs tense with a small whine.
“Gimme your hands,” You smiled as you slyly cuffed his arms behind his back, trying to hide the toy you picked out. “You won’t be touching me today.” Michael almost pouted at the comment, not daring to speak back and get nothing for a month instead. He laid back against the headboard and reached his head over in a nosy attempt to try and see what you were grabbing behind your back. You held the button on the vibe briefly before it came to life, your boyfriend’s dick twitching at the sound.
“Don’t get too excited.” You joked, placing yet another slap to the head of his length, his body jolting in response as a shaky breath left his lips. Michael brought a hand to his face in embarrassment, becoming more and more impatient by the second.
“What are you gonna do with that?” He questioned you shyly, thinking you were gonna get off in front of him. You had been the only one to play with the vibrator, but that would change tonight.
“I dunno… you’ll see.” You taunted, grinning at his innocence that you too often wanted to ruin.
You began running the toy up his thighs and chest—to his surprise—watching intently as his hand fell from his face and gripped the sheets in anticipation at the unfamiliar feeling. You brought it up to his abdomen, right next to his erection, letting it sit there for painfully long as his face started to contort in pleasure again.
“Please, y/t, please.” He bucked his hips up to you, whining restlessly. The almost hour he spent basically edging himself before you woke up already had him desperate, along with the edge he just received from you, but your relentless teasing was different— it made him feel like he was going insane, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t love every second of it. You kindly gave into his gestures, just wanting to hear him beg, and finally pressed the vibe to the tip of his cock.
Michael gasped hard at the sensation, eyebrows furrowing again. To make things even harder for him, you got a little lube on the palm of your soft hand and used it to stroke the bottom of him slowly. He let out a long drawn out moan at the action and you mocked him in response, mimicking his moan.
“Yeah? Is that it?” You cooed at the helpless man in front of you, watching as his mouth fell into an “O” shape. His cuffed hands began to jingle loudly as he squirmed at the almost breathtaking pleasure, his pretty doe eyes flickering open to look at you. You could see the lust just swirling in his eyes.
“Do you like it here…” You trailed off, placing a kiss above his eyebrow before moving the vibe to his balls instead, now fully stroking his cock, “Or here?” you teased, laughing quietly at the way his moans went an octave higher.
He was too fucked out to form a proper sentence, hoping his noises would convey his thoughts.
“Should I stop? I don’t hear you using your words.”
“Nn-! Feels so good, too good..” He managed to get out breathlessly, trying his hardest to keep himself composed, his body directly working against him as pre-cum oozed from his tip. Satisfied with his response, you momentarily took your hand away from his balls to pull your loose tank top down, revealing your breasts to him. His eyes bore into your chest, hips slowly rising into your hand with each stroke now. You held the vibe to your hard nipple, letting out a pleased sigh.
“I’m getting close.” Michael whimpered, realizing what you were doing. Trying to re-create his dream.. with your own added twist of course.
“Why don’t you just come for me, then?” You asked, increasing the speed of your strokes, jerking the tip of his slippery head with just a few fingers now.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, thank you!” He moaned through a clenched jaw, and with the last few pumps of your hand, Michael let out a large groan before his orgasm took over. His back arched as ropes of cum came shooting out of him and landed onto his chest, his pathetic noises sounding like pure magic to your ears. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he came down from his high, and you smiled at him, eyes meeting each other again as you slowed your strokes, knowing you were nowhere near close to stopping now.
You took your hand off your boyfriend and slowly trailed the vibe that was pressed against your nipple down in between your legs, just hovering it over your clothed clit, earning a moan from yourself.
“Watch me, okay?” You commanded softly, opening up your legs for him to clearly see the damp spot of arousal soaking your panties. You moved yourself dangerously close to his somewhat hard cock, and Michael, still trying to catch his breath—was getting it taken away once again from the sight of you, his top row of teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he watched your every move. You turned the bullet up to its 2nd highest vibration and circled it around the most sensitive part of your clit, feeling every nerve in your body go aflame as you gasped.
“Oh, Michael..” You mumbled, using your free hand to aggressively grope your breasts, a hiss leaving your plump, parted lips as you started to squeeze and twirl your nipples in your fingers.
“God, you’re making me hard again,” Michael uttered in a breathy tone as his dick tried to slowly throb itself back to life, “Please, at least let me touch you, I’ll do anything..” He begged eagerly as he tried to brainstorm some way to free himself from his restraints, to no avail.
“No- no, be an angel and watch. I’m just starting to get there..” You remarked with a sigh, turning the bullet to its last and final setting and pressing it to yourself hard. Your back began to arch at the pleasure, butt lifting off the bed as you tried to chase the sensation.
Michael had nothing left to do but watch you please yourself for him, his desperate eyes not knowing whether to focus on your pretty face, your eyes that never left his—even while you were moaning so prettily in front of him, your hands that groped yourself hungrily, or your perfect hips that rose into the feeling. He could practically feel himself experiencing the same pleasure as you, swinging around his own hips and throbbing length at an attempt to gain some friction.
Feeling pity towards your already ruined boyfriend, you decided to take things a step further and sit up on your knees, lifting yourself up so that the bullet was simultaneously pressed against the tip of his sensitive length and your wet pussy.
Michael let out an almost pornographic moan at the sudden strong vibration, indecent noises beginning to arise from the back of his throat at the overstimulating feeling.
“Wait- w-wait, please, it’s too much, I just came!” He pleaded, wriggling his cuffed hands with loud rattling yet again against the sheets.
“Too much? But Isn’t this what you wanted? To feel good with me?”
“Yes, please, fuck- but I can’t take it.” He moaned, his breathing becoming increasingly unsteady.
“No, you can take it, baby. I’m sure. You’re getting me so close.” You baited him yet again, moving your bud rhythmically against the vibe as you got off to the sounds he was making.
His body couldn’t help but shake after hearing your tormenting remarks. You always knew how to use your voice to add fuel to the fire, knowing exactly what to say to make his brain turn straight to mush as whimpers and heavy pants fell from his lips uncontrollably.
“Again, gonna come again,”
“I don’t think you’ve been good enough for me yet, angel.” You cut him off sternly.
“Oh, please, m’ sorry- I can’t-,” Michael began to stumble over his words, thrashing his lower body wildly under you in a feeble attempt to stop your torture, really only making things more pleasurable for both parties, “I’ll never touch myself without you again, i’ll be so good, please let me, please, y/t..”
He earned a devilish grin from you, completely drunk off the pleasure. Exactly how you wanted him. Finding this scene way too cute—and aside from the fact that you were trying to fend off your own orgasm as well, you decided to give him what he wanted.
“Such a good boy. Come with me, okay?”
“A-ah, thank you so much, thank you, thank you,” He whined, eyes screwing themselves closed as he became just seconds away from his peak, moving his hips to match yours. He gushed sweet nothings and loud “ohh”’s at varying pitches, and with one last raise of his hips, he let out a lewd yelp as his orgasm came crashing down on him, body twitching intensely as cum seeped out of his tip. It eventually fell onto the bullet and dampened your underwear, that alone being enough to send you over the edge as your own orgasm took you now. You placed your hand flat on his chest to steady yourself, not being able to help yourself but to whimper along with your boyfriend, the noises you two made together echoing into the other parts of your house and out your open window. The way your walls continued to clench around nothing had you moaning out his name and how good he was being for you until you held the power button on the vibe, letting it power off as you laid on top of Michael’s chest.
You both panted wildly, no telling when you’d come back down as you told him you loved him.
He returned your affection, shaking his cuffed arms behind his back once more.
“Can you get these off me now?”
𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚..
minty speaks! wooooo! my first oneshot here has been published! pops confetti. lmk what you guys think
thriller era is def becoming my #1 due to how cute and easytotakeadvantageofandruin-able he looks in every pic/video
⤷ ೃ ◛* (18+) just got my first wax ever and of course, my horrid mind got an idea. sooo sub top dangerous era!michael who becomes insatiable after you get your first brazilian wax.
After sitting your boyfriend down on the bed to show him a “surprise”, you unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down along with underwear to show him the heart you had your wax technician leave with your pubic hair.
“Like it?” You questioned innocently, as if your bare pussy wasn’t being flaunted in his face. He was shocked, but pleasantly. You had to stop him from trying to devour you right then and there, telling him that you were told to wait at least three days before any intercourse.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen Michael more needy in your life in the days that followed, with him being extra clingy, doing silly things like standing behind you while you brushed your teeth in only your panties, watching intently while you undressed for your showers, and giving you puppy dog eyes while trying to convince you to let him just touch you, saying things like “only your clit”, to which you denied countless times. He resorted to just staring you down as you walked the house, only thinking about stuffing his face, hands, or better yet, his dick in between your bare cunt.
His last straw came when he awoke from his slumber and saw you cooking breakfast in his favorite nightgown that you owned. He stood to the side of you, hand wrapped around your waist as he peered onto the pan of sausage you were cooking.
“Smells good,” He mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eye. “What is today?”
“Monday..? Why’d you ask?” You looked at him with a chuckle and raised eyebrows, confused at the odd question. Before you could prod him further, he now stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while laying his head on your shoulder.
“Mmm,” He groaned sleepily, hand traveling up your body to grip your breast over your clothes. “That’s wonderful.” you could hear the cheeky smile in his voice.
“Michael. Hands off. Wait until tonight,” You swatted his hand away before picking up the spatula to flip the food, holding the handle of the pan with the other. You were surely horny and ovulating, but you still didn’t want to risk anything.
“Baby please,” He muttered, and with a quick movement of his hand, the back of your nightgown was pulled up to reveal your bare ass. “And you’re not wearing anything under here. You want me to go crazy.” He whined, and you let out a loud sigh before quickly reaching back to hit his hand again.
“Michael. You don’t listen. I told you, just wait until tonight. I’m gonna burn this damn meat if you don’t leave me alone right now.”
“Let me just look, please..I won’t do anything.” He asked again, but he didn’t need to as he took matters into his own hands and lifted up your gown again, pulling up the fabric to bunch it up at your abdomen as he stared at the fat of your ass—and best of all— the cute little heart that sat on your pubis.
You ignored him at this point, letting him take the piss, rolling your eyes to yourself as you went back to cooking, lifting the pan up to shake the goodness, making your ass jiggle a bit in the process. Michael audibly groaned at this, gripping your ass in his hands and shaking it again for his entertainment.
“Cut it out. You’re getting worked up,” You strained, lowering the heat now as your sear on the meat was almost perfect. “Go sit on the couch and wait for the food. I’ll give you a little attention then.”
There was silence, and you thought he was thinking it over like a rational person, until you felt something hard pressing at your folds. You let out a gasp, ready to completely go off on him, but within seconds his cock was already slid deep inside of you. Completely taking you from behind, he let out a drawn out moan at the feeling he had been craving, his big hands coming around to grip your upper thighs for leverage. Your jaw dropped open at the sheer audacity, as well as the pleasure that was now surging through your body.
“God,” He cursed under his breath as he got used to your warmth, gyrating his hips in a circular motion that had your brain going dumb. “I’m so sorry,” He half apologized, beginning to slowly pull himself in and out of you, coating himself in your essence. “Woke up thinking about you, about this..”
“You’re beyond full of shit..” You choked out, breathlessly, wobbly hands going to turn the fire off under the food you knew wasn’t getting finished anytime soon.
“I know, I know,” He whined sleepily. He pulled your back flush to him, leaving little to no room between the two of you, moving his hands from your thighs to grip both of your clothed tits as he sped up his thrusts. “But I just can’t help it. You’re so wet.”
Broken moans began to fall out of your mouth as he was practically using you for his pleasure, leaving you helpless in his grip.
“I love you baby, mean it,” You could hear his mouth fall open, panting heavily as you could feel his breath against your head. The wet noises coming from him fucking you were obscene. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. Forgive me.” He whimpered and panted heavily in between his thrusts, moving one of his hands down to cup your pussy, thumb running over the patch of hair.
“M’ gonna cum, inside of you, right now,” He babbled aimlessly in your ear, far too gone from the pleasure, letting out all kinds of desperate noises whilst he thrusted his hips into you similarly to a horny dog in heat.
With one last shaky thrust of his hips, he spilled inside of you, coming completely undone as his body convulsed and cock twitched harshly inside of you.
“Oh, baby, shit,” He moaned almost too loud in your ear, rocking his hips a few more times before coming to a stop and cockwarming you. “I’m sorry.” He placed a kiss to your cheek, acting as though nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
“$22,850…” he muttered before immediately calling you…straight to voicemail.
by the time you walked through the front door that evening, your arms were covered in large shopping bags.
“where the fuck have you been?!” he shouted.
“out,” you nonchalantly replied with a shrug, kicking your shoes off like nothing had happened.
“I can see that! twenty-two thousand, eight hundred and fifty dollars?!” His voice cracked with disbelief. “have you lost your damn mind?”
you glanced at the bags before looking back at him.
“you liked her picture.”
his face twisted in frustration.
“so you spent almost twenty-three grand?”
“you said I was blowing it out of proportion.” you folded your arms. “I figured I’d give you something proportional to be mad about.”
he stared at you for a long moment, completely speechless.
hours later …
“pa please-! i said i’m sorry” “shut that shit up”
he gave a heavy slap to your ass that left a burning, bright-red imprint, his hand then flattened against your lower back, pushing down and forcing you to arch deeper.
he gripped your waist and roughly thrusted in and out of you, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans were the only things echoing through the empty, silent house.
“you thought it was a fucking joke, didn't you?” Jermajesty said as he continued to thrust into you without a single hint of slowing down. “you think you can just play with my fucking money and walk back in here acting brand new?”
“no-ah! Jermajesty, please, I'm sorry!” you cried out, your voice cracking “I'm sorry!”
“sorry don't fix shit, and it sure as fuck don't fix your attitude” he spat, his grip tightening on your hips until his knuckles turned white. “you wanted something to be mad about, now look at you, taking every fucking inch of this dick”
“I can't- please, I can't take it!” you gasped, your body trembling violently under his weight. you tried to shift your hips away from the pressure, but his hand pinned your lower back down, forcing you to take the full depth of him. “It's too much, I can't take it anymore!”
“nah you're gonna take all of it” he muttered, he kept going, his pace turning fast and punishing, hitting your g spot with every single stroke. “say it again. tell me how sorry you are while you take this dick”
“I'm sorry! I'm sorry, pa, I won't do it again!” you cried out, completely undone by the overwhelming sensation.
in a desperate bid for leverage or some kind of comfort, you reached one trembling hand back, your fingers blindly searching until they pressed flat against his hard, sweat-slicked stomach
“move your fucking hand” he commanded “put it back where it belongs”
Whimpering, you moved your hand back, now gripping the bed sheets next to you
“mhmmm just like that”
“I can't... pa, please, s’too deep!” you cried, your voice muffled “I can't take it!”
“yes you can, you can take it”
he reached forward, his hand tangling firmly in your hair, he pushed your head down, burying your face into the sheets of the bed. with your upper body pinned flat and your hips forced even higher, the angle shifted completely.
the change was instant. He drove forward, going impossibly deeper, bottoming out inside you with a heavy, blunt force that snatched the very air from your lungs. your muffled cries were swallowed by the pillows as he held you there, relentlessly pounding into you, taking you deeper than you thought possible.
“ngh-fuck! Jermajesty!” you whimpered, your face still pressed into the sheets, but he wasn't listening. he was completely lost in the rhythm of your body.
“what happened to all that mouth earlier” he growled “you had a lot to say then”
he dragged his right foot up, planting his sole flat on the mattress beside your hip. the lunging stance put his entire weight and leverage directly behind his pelvis, tilting your hips up at a vertical angle.
he slowly pulled himself back, pulling out until he was almost entirely gone, letting you catch a desperate breath before slamming back in with his entire weight.
yhe blunt force of his pelvis hitting yours knocked the air completely out of your chest. you couldn't even scream, only a high pitched gasp escaped your lips.
“yeah, just like that” he muttered, pulling back halfway again before driving right back in, deeper than before. “take that shit”
he repeated that motion, out halfway, then driving in with a deep, heavy thrust. you could only claw at the sheets, your head shaking frantically
thud! thud! thud!
every thrust had the headboard hit the wall
“I'm... I can't...” you whimpered, your fingers clawing at the sheets as practically knocked the mario coins out of you
“shhh yes you can” he whispered, his hips crashing against yours in that punishing pace
Jermajesty showed no signs of slowing down, his breathing coming in heavy, ragged bursts as he maintained that deepening stance. every time you thought he was about to ease up, he gripped your hips even harder, keeping you pinned to the mattress.
“Jermajesty, please” you whimpered, your forehead pressed hard against the mattress, your body slick with sweat. you were completely spent, your muscles trembling from the sheer endurance of his attack. “I can't... please, pa, I'm so tired...”
“you wanted to spend my money, right?” he whispered, leaning down until his chest was pressed against your back “then you're gonna stay right here and earn every single dollar of it”
your head felt like it was spinning and your body ached so bad, you couldn’t even move
“you still think you're in control?"
“m’no” you whimpered, your forehead pressed hard into the mattress. your voice was entirely shot, reduced to a raspy, desperate whisper. your thighs felt like jelly, shaking so badly you couldn't even hold yourself up anymore, he was the only thing keeping your body propped up
“that's what I thought” he growled.
he shifted his weight slightly, lunging even harder into the mattress, finding a new, angle that made your eyes roll back. be wasn't even pulling out halfway anymore, he was just hammering into you with short, fast, devastatingly heavy strokes that kept you right on the terrifying edge of completely breaking.
“Jermajesty- ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” you cried out, a tear slipping down your cheek as the intense, white-hot friction built to an absolute crisis point.
“shhh, don't scream now..just take it, hold onto the bed and take it” he muttered, his jaw clenching as his own pace became frantic, his muscles locking up as he prepared to completely lose control inside you.
he suddenly slowed his pace to an agonizing crawl, pulling almost all the way out and barely brushing against you. the sudden loss of him made you whine, your body desperately twitching for the release that was just out of reach.
“maj please” you whimpered, trying to push your hips back against him to regain that deep sensation, but his heavy hand on your hip kept you firmly in place. “I need it, please”
“beg for it," he commanded “tell me exactly how bad you need it”
“I... I need it” you cried out, your fingers clawing at the mattress, tears of frustration blurring your vision “please, I'm so sorry. I can't take it anymore, please let me cum!”
“not good enough” he muttered, grinding his hips in a slow, torturous circle that drove you absolutely insane. “say it like you mean it”
“please, pa! I need your dick, I need you!” you sobbed, completely stripped of any pride. "please let me cum!"
“that's what I thought”
…
you sat in a mountain of lavender-scented bubbles, your chin resting on your knees as you glared at the porcelain faucet, your lips pressed into a heavy, dramatic pout. every muscle in your lower body felt like jelly, a constant, buzzing reminder of exactly how Jermajesty had handled your little shopping spree.
Jermajesty walked in, looking completely refreshed and wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. he leaned against the marble counter, crossing his arms as his dark eyes locked onto your ‘miserable’ expression.
“fix your face” he said, his voice smooth but still carrying that low, dominant undertone.
you let out a loud dramatic huff as you glared up at him. “I can barely walk” you snapped, your voice cracking slightly with residual exhaustion. “my legs are literally shaking under these bubbles”
a satisfied smirk spread across his face, he stepped closer to the tub, towering over you as he leaned down slightly.
“you said 'sorry' 18 times while I was breaking you in” he murmured, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. “so I really hope you meant it because if you keep that attitude up, I can go right now for round two and I promise you, I won't be nice about it”
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