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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Rewatched The Batman (2022) and could not get Batman!Michael out of my mind… who’s with me

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you could do it on your own, while you’re lookin’ at me . ♡
or in which, you and jaafar are just two horny people.
warnings: 18+ (MDNI), hella disgusting again. you go from pleasuring yourself in front of him -> him face-fucking you -> him coming on your chest -> him doing you on the floor.
additional warnings: cum. cum. cum. cum. + usage of the word “daddy” once? idk how the jaafar community will react to that so just dipping my toes in. 😔 if yg dont fw that i’ll remove it, so my apologies in advance!
the wet sounds of jaafar’s tongue lapping up the juices spilling from your gushing entrance bounce off the walls of your shared, crammy bedroom. you’re so close, you can feel it.
what if mature michael fucked you in the backseat of his limousine while waiting to be dropped off at an award show? 18+
“m-michael i can’t—“ his finger pressing up on your clit while he moves your own hips with his hands in a circular motion. the friction between his cock and your slick pussy driving you absolutely nuts.
the limousine seats sticking to your legs as the entire back was now heating up from such heavy movements. the knocks from outside turning louder and heavier with each hit to the door.
“s’good for me angel you can take it” he coos tauntingly at the sight of your legs slightly shaking in an attempt to shut them with a good slap of his hand to keep them open, and your eyes glossing up with tears at the immense pleasure you were receiving.
he didn’t care that his security was waiting for him outside the limousine, because all he cared about was digging himself deeper in your pussy— indulging every bit of how wet and tight you were wrapping yourself around him.
at the sight of you shaking and instantly letting the tears slip from your eyes at the final orgasm, your chest heaving at a rapid pace by the sensation; michael lets his free hand touch your cheek before wiping the tear away gently with the pad of his thumb.
“that’s it mama. you did so well for me”
— 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ; 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 (michael)
through every era, him. 18+
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
Michael was besotted.
From the moment he laid eyes on you, stood with his sister, La Toya, introduced to the family as his sibling’s friend at Hayvenhurst for the first time, in a pretty plaid skirt and a taupe oversized sweater — he knew he loved you.
Loved you so much he’d go to the ends of the Earth for you. Travel miles just to hold you for 5 minutes. Cancel every tour, every show if you needed him, at the drop of a hat.
Especially so once you became his official girl.
He’d do absolutely anything.
Anything but make sweet love to you.
Butterflies — Michael Jackson x F. Reader
— SUMMARY: After 6 months of being together, Michael decides that tonight’s the perfect time to ask for just one anniversary gift; he wants you to start controlling him in the bedroom.
— WARNINGS: sub!mike, needy!mike, lots of tension, body worship, size kink, angst (if you look through a microscope), dumbification (kinda…?), face sitting, oral (f receiving), mike has a big dick, handjob, choking, unprotected p in v, nipple play, dacryphilia, no use of ‘y/n’, mean!dom reader, use of mommy (kinda), use of ma’am, mike is kinda pussy drunk, timestamps are unimportant, kinda slow burn, gets kinda fluffy at the end, implied aftercare.
— WC: 5.1k (I got carried away…)
— A/N: The winner of this poll. I fs got carried away lmaooo. Like, comment, n reblog! And don’t be shy to flood my asks, i don’t bite..always.

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We out here writing incest fics between jaafar and jermajesty now?? Let’s not for starters
ㅤJAAFAR JACKSON x fem!reader
synopsisৎ your best friend (jermajety. j)'s older brother wants to 'help you out.'
porn w/ plot smut 18+ fingering slight degradation / praise childhood friends cheating-ish? (not on reader) MDNI.
You aren't sure when the idea of Sunday dinners at the Jackson estate became all-consuming. Being life-long family friends, hooked at the arms on holidays and events, you'd grown comfortable being orbited by a particular pair of Jackson brothers;
Jermajesty, closest to you in age and attitude, both finding solace in a shared upbringing shielded behind walls the light inside you desperately tries to scale—and his elder brother, Jaafar.
His presence was always heavy, somewhat defensive when it came to his family and you—as if being a few years your elder meant that if you took one step, he’d take three. It’s always been this way.
Yet as you sit across from him now, your cool cutlery the only thing anchoring you to your seat, you can’t recall when your glances to Jaafar went from gentle and friendly, to whatever was bubbling beneath them now, nestled under something you can only label as need.
⟢ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬 ⁴
pairing: jaafar jackson x reader (brother’s best friend) summary: in which jermajesty meddles, y/n and jaafar spend an entire afternoon together, and tomorrow suddenly becomes very important. part 1, part 2, part 3 word count: 5,238
an: i almost didn’t post lol i was so tired but I SAID TODAY SO HERE IT IS <333
The group chat appeared on a Tuesday morning while Y/N was standing in line for coffee, mentally preparing herself for another workday and wondering whether surviving on caffeine alone technically counted as a life choice. The first notification barely registered. The second earned a brief glance. By the third, she sighed and reached for her phone with the weary resignation of someone who already knew exactly who was responsible.
Years of friendship had conditioned her well.
— 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ; 𝐁𝐀𝐃 (michael)
through every era, him. 18+ (i got super carried away so enjoy a long one!)
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
150 days.
150 excruciatingly long days without him.
150 days since Michael cut the cord — ending your three year long relationship on a whim.
It came as a shock — something you would’ve never thought in your worst nightmare that would come true.
MIKEY? | M.JACKSON
synopsis: michael working on his new album ‘bad’ has him occupied all day, everyday for weeks on end. as his wife, you’re rightfully frustrated in more ways than one. so, when you hear a female voice in the background during a phone call to the studio — you can’t help but want to claim what’s yours.
warnings: sexual themes, smut, 18+
Hayvenhurst had never been this quiet.
Usually, the large mansion was filled with noises of laughter, joy and, more often than not, pure ecstasy from you and your husband.
However, as of late, Michael had been occupied from early hours of the morning, to late at night, when he would trudge home in an exhausted state, curl up against your slumbered frame and fall asleep. And, by the time you’d be waking up, he was already gone. You understood that being the wife to a global superstar had its perks and drawbacks — and when it came to writing and producing an album, the drawbacks were more prominent.
It was late on a Saturday night when you found yourself more bored than usual.

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🪷 - riding botdf!michael’s thigh would literally be so euphoric..
DIANA WHO? M.JACKSON
mature era!m.jackson x reader
synopsis: you despised diana ross despite the fact micheal had always had a soft spot for her. everyone knew it. maybe it wouldn’t have bothered you as much if micheal would just shut the hell up. because if he wanted to play nostalgia games in public then fine. two could play that game.
requested: @ghazalbambi
18+ mdni
“diana ross you were there then and now again you are here…
…im crazy about you.”
the fuck?
why’s he praising granny?
did you simply cease it exist? you were there. hell he was there in between your legs. i mean he had whispered filthier things to you just nights before, his mouth buried between your thighs, tongue slow and deliberate, owning every slick inch of you in secret.
diana gave that timeless and very wrinkled smile, pulling him in for a hug as he inched closer with that easy charm. the audience began cheer.
you sat ten feet away in your tight emerald gown, the fabric hugging every curve of your body like a second skin, smile frozen on your face like porcelain doll.
something twisted inside you. pure rage, hot and sharp, flooded through you. who the hell did he think he was? parading that public affection like some polished show while he whispered sweetness in your ears behind closed doors.
you forced yourself to stay in your seat for a full hour after, fingers digging into the armrest until your knuckles ached, jaw tight as you watched the rest of the ceremony blur past. every minute stretched, feeding the anger until it clawed at your throat, demanding release. you couldn’t control it anymore. not here. not with him still glowing under those lights like nothing had happened.
you left in a storm, rising sharply from your seat and cutting through the rows with purposeful strides. backstage hallways swallowed you up, velvet curtains and rushing stagehands passing in a haze as your heels struck the floor like gunshots. the cool night air hit hard when you pushed through the side exit, but it barely touched the fire raging under your skin. you didn’t look back. let him finish his performance. let the world cheer. you were done sitting pretty while he played his games.
unknowing of your anger, michael had arranged everything for that weekend — a private jet to malibu for one empty day off both your schedules, then a private intimate dinner at one of the hilton hotels where he had rented out the entire floor.
he made sure everything was as intimate and secretive as possible: dim lighting, soft music drifting through the suite, a table set for two overlooking the city lights, with every detail curated to keep the world far away. just the two of you, champagne chilling in silver buckets, and his experienced hands mapping every sensitive curve of you for hours.
instead you blew it off completely. you partied hard in the hills, letting the night swallow you whole, music pulsing through your veins.
the next morning your face was plastered across every tabloid: you and your male costar, bottle of vodka raised high between you, your dress slipping off one shoulder, headline screaming:
“party girl with her party boy?”
in bold letters. michael saw it. of course he fucking did.
three days. for three days you blew michael off, dodging every call he sent, specifically telling your assistant to tell his team to “fuck off,” voice sharp and final with no room left for negotiation. let him sit in the silence. let him wonder where you went
now here you were another award ceremony the champagne had you loose and reckless. your backless black dress clung to your skin, dipping dangerously low in the back, whispering cool against your thighs with every step. you laughed too loud, touched too many arms, flirted shamelessly, letting the thrill of defiance pool hot between your legs.
your handsome costar found you near the bar, eyes dragging slow and hungry over your body.
“damn,” he murmured, stepping close enough that his cologne wrapped around you like smoke. “you trying to kill a man in that dress tonight?”
you bit your lip, letting your fingers trail down his chest, tracing the line of his tie with deliberate slowness. “maybe i am?”
he grinned, leaning in until his breath brushed your ear, “baby i would die twice if that meant i could have you.”
you laughed bright and sharp, glancing across the room just to make sure michael saw every second. he did — dark eyes locked on you, calm on the surface but burning underneath. you turned back to your costar and traced a finger lower. “careful… keep talking like that and people might start thinking we ain’t acting.”
he grinned, grabbing your hand as you both walked into the ceremony. cameras flashed, the crowd buzzed loud and hungry. the night blurred fast. quick smiles for interviewers, bodies brushing in the packed room, your fingers tight in his the whole time. time stretched and snapped forward until the awards hit their peak.
when your costar won later, he stood on stage, flashing that charming grin. he thanked the director first, then the crew, his voice smooth and real.
“shout out to versace for custom making this outfit for me tonight… and shout out to—” the camera panned straight to you in the audience. “because she’s gonna be taking it off of me tonight.” he winked.
you laughed, mouthing “i will” while pointing at yourself, playful and bold. the audience erupted, already shipping the obvious chemistry between you two.
michael didn’t move from across the room, but you felt his stare like invisible hands sliding up your thighs like a silent promise.
the second you slipped out the back exit, heels clicking against cool concrete, a strong hand wrapped firm around your wrist and pulled you toward the waiting black limo.
“get in.”
his voice was low, controlled, but the grip said everything.
“fuck you micheal I’m not—“
you couldn’t even finish before you were ushered inside. the limo door slammed shut as micheal entered through the other side. the car began to glide into the los angeles night. you exploded immediately.
“i don’t even wanna talk to you right now,” you snapped, turning your body away. you stared hard out the tinted window, city lights blurring past like streaks of gold. “seriously. let me out at the next light. i’m done.”
he sat across from you, legs spread wide in that tailored suit, one arm draped over the back of the seat like he owned the whole damn city.
you kept going, voice rising.
“you’re such a player.” you turned back toward him, eyes burning. “you really think because you’re older than me you can just do whatever the fuck you want?” you looked away again, jaw tight, breathing fast, fingers digging into the leather seat.
“telling the whole world you’re crazy about diana ross while i’m sitting right there? like i’m supposed to smile and take that shit?” you whipped your head back to glare at him. “you’re pathetic. if you want her so bad then go fuck her for all i care. she’s old enough to be a grandmother, micheal. a grandmother. and you’re here acting like teenage boy in heat.”
your voice cracked, anger twisting with raw hurt. you crossed your arms tight over your chest, staring out the window once more as the limo kept gliding toward the private hotel entrance.
“i don’t even understand how you can look at me after that. do you even like me? or am i just something young to play with when you get bored? i don’t wanna be tangled in whatever bullshit you have going on with her. leave me the fuck alone.”
the car finally stopped. michael’s voice cut through the silence, low and even.
“you’re gonna be quiet. you’re gonna get out this car and follow behind me. not a word.”
you stepped out after him, arms still crossed, heels clicking angrily. you muttered under your breath the whole way through the private entrance. “little bastard…” he glanced back at you. you knew you were playing with fire but you just kept walking, foot tapping impatiently while you waited for the elevator, arms folded, eyes anywhere but on him.
the penthouse door clicked shut and the air turned thick, electric.
he rolled the cuffs of his shirt, loosening his tie as he came closer, the silk whispering against his collar. “you done running that pretty mouth yet, baby?” his voice was velvet over steel, low enough to make your thighs clench even while you glared.
“fuck you,” you spat, chin high, arms still crossed tight under your chest like armor. the black dress felt too tight now, too exposing, your nipples already traitorously hard against the fabric.
“i’m not one of those little sluts you fuck around with. you disrespect me and then—”
he stepped in so fast your breath caught, one big hand wrapping around your throat, thumb pressing under your jaw to tilt your face up. “i said quiet.” his other hand finally touched you, sliding down the bare line of your back until it cupped your ass, yanking you flush against him.
you felt how hard he was through his pants, thick and insistent. “you’ve been a little brat all night. flirting with that boy like i wouldn’t see. letting him talk about taking this dress off you. you wanted my attention? you got it.”
you tried to twist away but he only tightened his grip, lips brushing your ear. “keep fighting me and i’ll bend you over that balcony so the whole city watches me ruin this pussy. you want that, huh?”
your cunt throbbed at the threat. you hated how wet you already were. “you wouldn’t dare.”
michael laughed as he walked you backward until your thighs hit the edge of the massive bed. he pushed you down, dress riding up your hips as you landed on your back. before you could scramble up he was on you, knees pinning your thighs wide, one hand pinning your wrists above your head.
“look at you,” he murmured, free hand shoving the dress higher, exposing your soaked lace panties. “already dripping and needy after all that attitude. you’re so spoiled when you don’t get your way.” two thick fingers dragged over the wet fabric, pressing right against your swollen clit through the lace. you bucked hard, a broken moan slipping out.
“michael—fuck—”
“aw baby no, you don’t get to cum easy tonight.” he hooked the lace aside and sank those fingers deep into your tight heat without warning, curling them just right against that spot that made your eyes roll.
“you’re gonna take what i give you. don’t be greedy baby”
he fucked you slow with his fingers, thumb circling your clit in lazy strokes while he watched your face. every time your hips started grinding faster, chasing that edge, he pulled back just enough. denial after denial. you were panting, tears already starting to prick at the corners of your eyes as he brought you right to the brink again and stopped, fingers still buried but unmoving.
“please,” you gasped, voice cracking. “michael i hate you—i need it—”
“you don’t hate me.” he leaned down, biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue. “you’re just mad i own this pussy and you know it. say it. tell me who this belongs to.”
you shook your head, stubborn even as fresh tears welled up and your mascara began to run in thin black streaks down your flushed cheeks. “no—”
he pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. you whimpered pathetically. he slapped your clit lightly, making you jolt and leak even more. “wrong answer, babygirl.”
“yours,” you finally sobbed, hips chasing his hand like you couldn’t help it. “it’s yours, mikey, baby please—i’m sorry—”
“good girl.” he rewarded you by shoving fingers back in, stretching you open, pumping faster while his mouth found your chest, sucking hard through the dress until the fabric was wet and clinging. you were so close again, thighs trembling violently, but he slowed right as you started to shake, drawing it out cruelly.
“don’t even dream about cumming,” he growled against your skin, voice rough. “not until i say. you cry those pretty tears first.”
you were babbling now, the fire in you melting into desperate filth. “i’m sorry—i’m so— i was bad, just let me cum, please baby—i’ll be good, i swear, i promise, i’ll stop being a—“
the words broke into raw sobs as he kept edging you mercilessly, fingers plunging deep, curling and scissoring while his thumb tortured your throbbing clit. your mascara ran heavier now, black rivers streaking your face as pleasure bordered on agony, body shaking uncontrollably.
finally he gave in. he tore your panties off completely, shoved your dress up to your waist, and buried his face between your thighs like a man starved. his tongue was relentless—slow, filthy laps over your clit, then sucking it hard while his fingers fucked you, juices coating his chin and dripping down your ass.
the sounds were obscene, loud wet squelching and slurping filling the suite as he devoured your soaked heat.
“try ignoring me now,” he growled right against your dripping folds, voice vibrating through your core as he sucked your clit harder. “you wanna waste my time? i waited for you three whole days, princess. planned everything for us and instead you out here acting like a groupie, prancing around with that boy like i wouldn’t handle you for it.”
he plunged his tongue inside you, fucking it in and out before pulling back to lap messily at your swollen clit again. “couldn’t even pick up my calls? you were begging for this. you feel how bad you needed this?”
you shattered when he finally let you. he sucked your clit hard, fingers curling perfectly, and the orgasm crashed through you so violently your back arched off the bed, a raw scream tearing from your throat. you gushed around his fingers, thighs clamping around his head as wave after wave ripped through you, dripping messily over his tongue.
he didn’t stop, licking you through every spasm, tongue fucking into your pulsing hole to drink every drop until you were a whimpering, ruined, twitching mess.
he finally pulled back, face glistening, and crawled up your body. his hand wiped some of your tears, smearing the black streaks. “that’s my girl,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “aw baby, we’re just getting started.” he freed his thick cock, rubbing the fat leaking head against your still-spasming entrance. “you’re gonna take every inch of this dick and thank me for breaking that attitude. understand?”
you nodded weakly, still sniffling and leaking, fresh tears slipping as you felt him start to push in—slow, deliberate, stretching your sensitive walls wide open.
“thank— thank you,” you whispered hoarsely, voice wrecked.
he thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke, groaning at how tightly you gripped him. he set a punishing rhythm, hips slamming against yours, balls slapping wetly against your ass as he fucked you deep, one hand gripping your throat while the other pinched your clit. “keep crying for me, baby. let me see how desperate you get when i break you.”
you moaned like you couldn’t help it beneath him, back arching, legs wrapping around his waist as another orgasm built fast. the stretch was so good it hurt, his thick cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you with every savage thrust. “baby—slow down, fuck, you’re too deep—”
“too deep?” he laughed low and mean, grinding his hips in filthy circles, stirring your insides while he pinned you down harder. you tried squirming from his grip. “don’t run baby i know you can handle it. my good girl can take this.” he pulled almost all the way out, teasing your dripping hole with just the tip, then slammed back in so hard the bed creaked.
he started fucking you like he meant it—relentless strokes that had your juices dripping down his balls and soaking the sheets. the wet sounds echoed, skin slapping, your moans mixing with his low grunts. “that’s it baby.”
your body trembled hard as pleasure crashed over you again, walls pulsing tightly around him while waves of release left you gasping and shaking beneath his weight.
he didn’t slow down. he flipped you over onto your stomach, yanked your hips up, and slid back in from behind, deeper than before, one hand fisting your hair while the other reached around to rub your oversensitive clit.
“again,” he demanded, voice rough against your ear. “don’t you dare stop cumming you owe me for those three days.” you pushed back against him like a desperate mess, moaning into the sheets.
he gripped your hair, yanking your head back so your back arched deep, forcing you to take every brutal inch as he pounded into you. the angle had him hitting that spot over and over, relentless, wet sounds echoing with every thrust.
you tried to talk back, bratty words bubbling up—“michael—fuck, you think—you can just—” but it all came out incoherent, slurred and broken into gasping whimpers, eyes rolling back as your tongue went slack. nothing made sense anymore, just raw sounds spilling from your lips while your body betrayed you, clenching around his thick cock like it was made for you.
“that’s it, baby,” he growled, hips snapping harder, sweat slick between your bodies. “can’t even talk bad now, huh? you feel how deep i am? nobody else gets this. not that little costar, not anybody.” his fingers rubbed your clit faster, messy circles that had you shaking violently, another orgasm ripping through you so hard your vision blurred.
you kept trying to form words—“i—i hate—oh god”—but they dissolved into pathetic, needy cries, eyes rolled back completely as he fucked you through it, his grip on your hair never faltered, keeping you close like he was holding reins. he leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, biting at your shoulder while his pace turned erratic, chasing his own release.
“cum with me,” he rasped, voice breaking with how close he was. “right now—give it to me.”
you shattered at the same time, both of you groaning loud as he buried himself to the hilt and spilled deep inside you, hot pulses filling you up while your walls fluttered wildly around him. your body convulsed, squirting messily down your thighs as the pleasure overloaded every nerve.
he held you there for a long moment, both of you panting, trembling, connected. then the dominance melted away. michael pulled out slowly, careful not to hurt you, and gently flipped you onto your back. he gathered you into his arms immediately, cradling your limp body against his chest like you were something precious.
“come here, princess,” he whispered softly, voice all warmth now, pressing tender kisses to your tear-streaked cheeks, your forehead, the corners of your eyes. and one finally to your lips. he wiped the last smudges of mascara with his thumbs, gentle as anything. “you did so good for me. my beautiful girl. let me take care of you.”
he carried you to the huge marble bathroom, running a warm bath with sweet-smelling oils while you stayed curled against him, still floating. once the tub was full he lowered you in together, settling you between his legs so your back rested against his chest. his hands moved slow and loving—massaging your sore thighs, your hips, washing between your legs with the softest touch, careful with how sensitive you were.
“you know i only have eyes for you,” he murmured against your hair, kissing the top of your head as he held you close in the warm water. “diana was just an old friend on stage. nothing more. you’re the one i want here, the one i planned that whole weekend for.”
you let out a weak, satisfied little laugh, finally finding your voice again even if it was raspy.
“yeah well that wrinkled old bat can keep her hands to herself. next time she smiles at you i’m kicking her dentures across the stage.”
michael chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around you and nuzzling your neck. “baby she means well i promise.” he kissed your shoulder softly, then your jaw, hands stroking soothing circles over your skin. “but you’re the only one i’m crazy about. the only one i want ruining my sheets and my plans.
you melted back into him, content, the anger from earlier long gone as he pampered you with gentle touches and sweet words until the water cooled and sleep started pulling at you both.
either way you thought whether she means well or not it’s always up..
fuck diana ross.
💕 jaafar making you squirt for the first time (+18, cw: pure filth, jaafar being a freak (shocker), slight use of papí kink if you squint, soft dom!jaafar, dom/sub dynamic, use of pet names, obvi squirting, fingering f!r receiving, just pwp ok- if i forgot anything sorry!)
ok but like i just KNOW KNOW KNOW that jaafar would do it whatever it takes to ensure that he will give you multiple orgasms- even it leads to you squirting.
despite part of you wanting him to stop, you couldn’t help but indulge in the way he was using you. no one had ever made you feel the way he did, bring you to an indescribable heaven.
one more orgasm couldn’t hurt right?
jaafar has you lying on the bed, fingering you for what seemed like to be the twentieth time. he could finger you in any position he wanted to- both there was something about you falling apart underneath him that made him lose his mind and stroke his ego all in one.
“oh would you look at that? my baby, so wet and pliant for me. do you even hear how you sound? you’re such a little whore for me, aren’t you?” as humble as jaafar was, watching you lose yourself in his hold gave him a streak of arrogance. the smile on his face very much proved it.
your mind was clouded, hazed from his dominance and the overstimulation you were drowning in. your eyes glimmered with bliss and desire. you gained more arousal when your ears picked up on the wet sounds your pussy was making.
both you and jaafar salivated a ravenous hunger from the delicious stretch and squelching sounds that came with his digits pushing your cunt to its limit.
“close..m’so close.” you whimpered, tears filling the brim of your eyes as you looked to the man for permission. you just knew, just knew you were getting to the reaching point but something uneasy started to linger in its follow.
“mm yeah? my sweet girl wants to come?” jaafar rhetorically asked while he lifted up your right leg and placed a kiss in your inner thigh.
he knew damn well how much you wanted to come, it was in his blood to relish to know how good he performed intimately.
“please. let me come jaafar, please.”
jaafar chuckled darkly, gazing back at you with his deep brown eyes that held a soft firmness. “you know that’s not my name. try again.”
a frustrated sob nearly escaped you as you threw you head back against the pillow. how dare he make you beg when you could barely form a coherent thought to begin with?
“papí…papí please make me come.”
jaafar didn’t respond despite you willing doing what he asked, instead he put on an faux expression of thinking whether or not he should let you come.
“this is where you belong. right here under me, taking whatever i give you.” he sensually stated before he started plunging his fingers deeper into you, finding your special spot while rubbing your nub with his thumb.
“come on baby, give it to me. soak my fingers like you mean it, mi amor.” jaafar coaxed you the more he continued his intrusion.
the coil underneath your stomach began to tighten, the indicator to your finishing point. but this time around it felt different, your face contorted into one of confusion. your breathing getting heavy, your chest heaving up and down.
“j…j what’s happening??” your voice croaked into something hoarse and needy as your thighs began to tremble around jaafar.
jaafar pulled you so close that you spotted sweat coating his chest from the overtime he was working into you.
“it’s ok baby, it’s ok. just let go f’me yeah? trust me, i’ll make the both of us feel good.” he breathed right against you as your foreheads touched, his free cradling the back of your head.
your trust in him led to the most explosive release you ever experienced. you let out a cry so loud you were convinced you might’ve shook the earth. your orgasm broke through like a dam- no a waterfall and it felt like uncharted territory. you heart rate spiked when you felt yourself gushing.
jaafar had answered your concern with “look at you baby, you’re squirting all over my hand.”
keeping you eyes open despite wanting to close them, jaafar pulled away slightly to let you watch yourself make a mess all over the bed. your jaw dropped agape from the view of clear fluid soaking jaafar’s digits and the bed. you cried out a blissful moan that mixed in with a shocked gasp.
you couldn’t believe it. you actually squirted for the first time.
jaafar being the loving partner that he is, not only enjoyed the destination but help you ride out something that was so intense and knocked the wind out of you.
you whined once he pulled his fingers out of your puffy folds, you clit swollen and throbbing over nothing. you eyes widened and another gasp left your lips when you saw how much your juices coated his fingers. all the way from the tip to his hand.
looking at you straight in the eye, jaafar brought his two fingers up to his mouth and sensually wrapped his lips around them. he started to suck your essence clean, lightly bobbing his head up and down as his eyes fluttered shut. his muffled yet pretty moans stirred that same arousal once again. you were to shy to admit how much it turned you on whenever jaafar tasted you.
“you taste so good, babygirl. i can’t believe you did that. i can’t believe i did that.” he breathed out erotically soft, turning to you and bringing his fingers up to your lips.
you slowly parted your mouth and wrapped your lips around his drenched fingers, tasting remnants of yourself.
jaafar gave you a smug smirk in approval, cradling your cheek this time as he let you suck.
“you know..i wonder if i can get to squirt in more than one way…”
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oh my god oh my god i can’t believe i almost spent an hour writing this freaked out shit?? didn’t help that tumblr refreshed TWICE on me and i had to start all over. anyways, please pray for yourself and for me after reading this. enjoy <3!
for @multixtingzz @prettyangeliczz @hcwait @cndybliss @plan3tch1ld @siiighrns @strawberrykittymp3 @tlcfrmmike @glossiercheek @princessrosalia cause y’all have put up with my chaotic ass being feral over jaafar 😭!
🐆💋 — ceo!jaafar, who bites his lip whenever he’s concentrating on filing bills, checking through different things. it’s so hot to you, you sometimes end up daydreaming about it during working. you’re not even sure if jaafar knows he does it, which is why you never point it out. you’re scared that if you do, he’ll stop doing it which will stop your fantasies; sort of.
sometimes, when you’re sitting on his lap, doing work that he assigned, jaafar will rest his chin on your shoulder, his hand resting on your stomach and his other one teasing your clit. he’ll bite his bottom lip, watching you squirm on his lap as moans leave your mouth. you try to jerk your hips up to make him shove his fingers in your hole but he stops, he’ll slap your thigh and tell you to stay focused. you whine and pout, but you listen no matter what. there’s a small mirror on his desk, and you sometimes stare at him through it, enjoying the way his face looks. you could ride his fingers and just stare at him, or stare at him without doing anything, and cum at that point. you love it whenever he bites his lip, and you hope he doesn’t stop either.
Lake day
Summary: You stay at the Jacksons lake house to start off the summer but Jaafar cant keep his hands off you
Warnings: Mainly smut!
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Jaafars hands rest on my waist as I sit on top of him in a beach chair. Today way my favorite kind of day. It was finally summer and that meant trips to the Jacksons lake house mansion in Malibu. The sun was finally setting and Latoya just finished setting the table on the backyard patio that faced the lake.
All of today Jaafar had been rather handsy with me. His hand always lingering right above my ass or his eyes staring holes into my pink bikini top that left little to the imagination. This wasn't typical behavior when we were with his entire family but I couldn't lie that it was turning me on.
All of us make our way to the table taking our seats. Latoya, Jermaine, and Janet had been cooking spaghetti with garlic bread and for the last two hours the smell had been tormenting us all. Jaafars hand immediately lands on my upper thigh making me glance at him, "feeling bold today?" I ask my voice a teasing tone, "just never seen this bathing suit before" he answers his voice just above a whisper. The sound of his soft voice dancing in my ears went straight to my core and my body suddenly became very aware on how close he was to me. The hand Jaafar had on my thigh climbed a little higher making my breath hitch, he knows what he does to me.
The food was really good even causing me to get seconds, Jermajesty cracked jokes the entire dinner making us laugh and the more distracted everyone became the more locked in to me Jaafar got. "Jaafar" I say panicked and grab his hand which was nearing the waistband of my shorts, "trust me" is all he says before his hands slide underneath both my shorts and bikini bottoms. I feel his finger run through my folds making me jolt up, "you alright y/n?" Marlon asks who was sitting across from me and off to the left. "Yes just the cold air" I lie pretending to shiver in the California breeze. Everyone goes back to conversing and I feel both of his fingers enter me, I bite my lip trying to keep quiet but that just isn't working. "Wow! This garlic bread is amazing" I say rather enthusiastically grabbing the bread off my plate at an attempt to hide my moans. "Thank you so much dear" Latoya says with her signature giggles right after.
I steadied myself with the table as Jaafar stuffed his fingers relentlessly in and out of me. I reached my arm closest to him to cup his clothed dick offering him the same treatment I was getting. It was no use because as my climax neared the thoughts in my head turned to complete mush. I pretended to drink from my wine glass to hide any facial expressions that may give us away, I could feel I was close and I know he did too.
My hand instinctively grabbed his wrist as I felt the familiar sensation bubble deep in my lower stomach, just as I was about to release Jaafars hands slip right out of me and casually into his mouth. "Wow this food was good thank you guys" Jaafar says sucking the fingers he just used on me clean off. He stood up and began grabbing both of our dishes to help clean up. I continue to sit there my mind completely clouded from the build up and release that never came, I needed more and I was going to get it.
I followed Jaafar not long after into the lake house and found him in the kitchen loading the dishwasher. I wasted no time, I marched up to him grabbing his shirt and kissed him. This wasn't an everyday kiss this was an "I need you now" kiss and Jaafar got that message immediately. We slipped into the nearest bathroom and locked the door, from the moment the door closed no time was wasted. Jaafar slipped his swims shorts down and I got down eye level to his cock, he was hard and pre cum already threatened to leak out of the tip. "All of that teasing me get you off?" I ask stroking his big cock in both of my hands. Jaafar throws his head back when my warm mouth finally closes around his tip. My hand runs down his bare chest feeling every sculpt of him, the extra sensation making Jaafar let out soft moans. I use my hands to stroke what I cant fit and eventually I feel his dick twitch letting me know he's almost there.
Right before he shoots his load onto my tongue I drop his dick and stand up. "Seriously" Jaafar says in defeat, "taste of your own medicine" I reply making him hide a smile from me. He steps forward connecting our lips again immediately making me melt, my legs turn jelly and I use the bathroom sink behind me as support. Jaafars lips travel down my jaw and onto my neck, my head tilting back giving him more access. His hands grab my waist and swiftly turn me around, I face the bathroom mirror now watching Jaafar from behind me. His hands drop my jean shorts and next my bikini bottoms which pool at my feet, he delivers a few smacks to my ass making me jolt forward and release moans from the shock. I feel him grip my ass before lining his cock up with my entrance, thrusting forward. Both of us let out gasps at the sudden contact, his size surprising me no matter how many times we had sex.
Jaafar wasted no time, he knew we had been worked up enough it was time for release. He grabbed me by the hips and began rutting powerful thrusts, my eyes close and my arms grip the bathroom sink with everything in my might. Jaafar watched as my tits that were definitely too big for this swimsuit bounced every time his hips snapped into mine. "Look at me" Jaafar demands grabbing my chin in his large hand and facing me towards the mirror. My mouth falls open as his thrusts continue at their relentless pace, my climax was coming and very fast. With every thrust he brushes my cervix not hard enough to hurt but deep enough to make me feel stuffed with his cock. I try my best to focus on keeping my eyes open but they cant help but roll back when he's fucking me this fast. I listened to the pretty whimpers Jaafar let out now that he was close and it only sent more heat to my core, "I can't hold it" I moan out hoping he can hear me over the deep breathing and skin clapping. "I know me too baby, cum for me" Jaafar says sliding a hand down to play with my clit. That was all I needed, my pussy clenched around him as a huge wave of pleasure knocked me out, all of my senses going out and my legs left trembling, I let out a string of profanities while I try to gain composure when wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me. Jaafar immediately leaned and spilled into me completely filling me up. The feel of my core tightening around him making him weak, "you don't know what you do to me " Jaafar says smiling and wrapping me in a tight embrace, delivering sweet kisses all over my face.
After a few moments to gain composure we get dressed and walk out of the bathroom, "you guys are lucky no one else came in here" a voice says making Jaafar and I's blood run cold, some relief restored when we realized it was Jermajesty, but we also knew he wouldn't let us live this down for a while.
We quickly finish the dishes before returning to the rest of the family, "man I love lake days" I say a smile spread across my face as I rest in my Fiancée's embrace, "me too" he says winking and giving a few pecks to the top of my head as we watch the stars in the night sky, the moon reflecting off the water.

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jaafar jackson x reader blurb (18+ mdni: sub!jaafar, oral w/f!receiving)
the concept of jaafar wanting you to use him after a night out. god bless your boy—his shy demeanor leaves as soon as you start sliding shots toward him on a night out. and then after the fact… he’d you’d have him on his back, thighs smothering his ears, with his tongue lapping at your cunt. every time you’d drag yourself over his nose, he’d let out the loudest sound you've ever heard from him. and when he's actively moaning into you, you could only ask him, “how is it?”
Hi. Big fan of all your work
I have a story (smut??) idea where Michael (any era idc) and reader are the hottest new celebrity couple in Hollywood but one day Michael makes a sex tape of the two of them and it gets leaked…
Sorry if this isn’t the best description cuz i am not good with explaining things 😭😭
Thank you :)
t/w: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, oral (f! receiving), sex tape, hair pulling, you get ran through a mattress, choking, mature! era, controversially young gf? soft!dom michael, after the tape leaked no one ever thought he was asexual again and the “are you a virgin?” questions stopped
wc: 2.4k