michael was definitely the kind of person who would just admire what you have down there he wouldn’t want you to do some fancy wax treatment or anything he would want you just for you. don’t even get me started on if you had a long day and he would want a taste and you were hesitant because you wanted to be fresh for him but he ever cared he just wanted you raw, bare and vulnerable. whenever he’d be between your legs he would kiss up your thighs and no matter what size they were he’d always give them a light squeeze and admire them. before he’d take your panties off he’d teasingly kiss and run his nose down your center making you squirm and ride the bump of his nose. he’ll take them off once you protest to stop teasing and once he sees your pretty flower just dripping all for him he’ll moan at the sight “so pretty and ripe” and he’ll use his thumb to run through your folds and clit and get to work leaving you a moaning mess as he eats you like a ripe papaya on a hot summer day. talking you through your orgasm, and once you let go for him he whispers a “thank you” and licks every inch left of your essence even if it got on the sheets he’s sucking it off as he just believes you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted he kissing up your body and eventually your lips and as you taste yourself on him and pulls away say “thanks for dinner baby i’m stuffed”.
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bad!era thinking about riding michaels oversized belt buckle…
he’d leave his stage outfit on just for you. he’d seen the way your eyes traced the embossed details of the silver trophy buckle earlier. bottom lip dragged between your teeth as he’d settled it down over his hips backstage before his performance.
he’d guide you hips roughly against his after settling yourself on his lap. the cold silver meeting your heated core, sending a shiver through your body at the cool sensation.
“mikey… fuck” you’d whimper, head falling back as he’d guid your hips against his. a desperate whine would leave your lips every time the cool silver rubbed against your aching clit.
“mmhm… tell me” he’d praise softly, leaning back slightly to allow you more room to grind down on him.
you’d set the rhythm yourself now, speeding up as you chased your high. his eyes would be locked on the spot where your slick covered his buckle, and he’d hum to himself as he watches you please yourself on him.
“you’re so beautiful like this baby” he’d coo softly. his hands would snake down to your thighs, grabbing and rubbing firmly, “so desperate to get off”
you’d blush from embarrassment while quickening your pace and he’d begin rolling his hips, sending a wave of pleasure through you.
your whines and whimpers would fill the room, only an unlocked door between you two and an entire stage crew.
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COMPLETELY inspired by @3leni fic (im in love w it)
it was entirely out of character for him. in all the time you’d been dating, and throughout the entire duration of your friendship before that, michael had never been the jealous type. he certainly wasn't one to hold onto resentment for long. he was the definition of understanding. he always handled conflict with a rare, quiet maturity, remaining patient and fiercely loving with you, even when things got difficult.
ever since yesterday, when you attended that studio session with him, the shift had been palpable. while he was trapped inside the recording booth, focused on the tracks with quincy and forced to play the part of a polite host to a room full of strangers, you had retreated to the far back. you’d spent the entire session giving your undivided attention to some man, someone michael didn't know, didn't recognize, and frankly, didn't care to learn the name of.
the sting of it had started long before that, though. you had been distant from the moment you woke up, offering him no kisses, no soft touches, not even a trace of the affection that usually acted as the glue between you two. watching you pour that warmth into a stranger while he stood behind the glass, hungry for even a glance from you, had been agonizing. it gnawed at him, turning his patience into something sharp and cold.
the moment you arrived home, he hadn't said a word. he had moved through the house in a stiff, controlled silence, wasting no time in the shower before dressing and abandoning the bedroom entirely.
now, he stood in the kitchen, the moonlight filtering through the window and catching the pale rim of his glass. he poured himself a drink of orange juice, his movements deliberate and quiet, the empty space beside you in bed, the space that should have been occupied by him, felt like an absolute void.
you sat perched on a barstool by the island, lips pressed into a thin, anxious line. your manicured fingers danced and swirled against each other, a nervous fidget you couldn't suppress as you searched for the right words, anything to thaw the ice radiating from him.
“michael.” you spoke, your voice barely a whisper, your eyes fixed on the rigid set of his shoulders.
“hm?”
he didn't bother to turn around. the only response was the steady, clinical sound of orange juice pouring into the glass, the liquid hitting the bottom with a hollow chime that only deepened the silence between you.
you inhaled, a slow, shaky breath that did nothing to settle your nerves.
“are you upset?” you asked. finally, he moved, shifting so his lower back rested against the counter. one arm remained folded tightly across his chest, acting as a barricade, while he brought the glass to his lips.
“what would i need to be upset about?” he countered. his voice was so flat, so utterly devoid of his usual warmth, that it made your chest physically ache.
“you’ve just… been off lately,” you murmured, trying to keep your tone steady. “you haven’t spoken a word to me since we got home.”
“have I?”
“michael.” you said, your voice gaining a touch of sternness, your head drifting to the side in genuine confusion. you were baffled. in the history of your relationship, you were rarely the one at fault. you took care, you were mindful, and you had never done anything to warrant this kind of distance. the disconnect felt like a puzzle with missing pieces, and it was starting to make you feel like you were losing your footing in your own home.
he knew you were confused. it was written in the genuine furrow of your brows and the way your eyes searched his, looking for an answer you truly couldn't find. he could see it, but he also knew that you needed to learn. there were boundaries, and sometimes, even you could be in the wrong.
“did i do something?” you questioned, your brows knitting together in that familiar, heart-tugging way. “can you tell me if i did? i want to know what’s bothering you.”
“yeah.” he sighed, the weight of the day finally audible in his voice as he set his glass down on the counter. “all day, you haven’t shown me any affection. at first, i thought i’d done something to upset you, but then we got to the studio, and instead of being with me, you were off roaming around, wrapped up in a conversation with some guy.” his tone was stern, but it remained laced with that gentle, underlying ache that was uniquely his.
you folded your lips into a thin, tight line, letting out a soft, defeated sigh.
“i’m sorry. i didn’t think i’d done anything wrong, i was just talking to him,” you gestured, your voice small. he shook his head, turning his back to you again as if the sight of you was too much to bear.
“nothing you do is wrong in your eyes.”
the words hit you like a physical blow, and you felt your heart crack. you slowly pushed away from the island, stepping up behind him. you reached out, grabbing his arm with a gentle, tentative grip, and turned him around to face you.
you peered up at him, your eyes beginning to glaze over. “okay, i’m sorry,” you whispered. he looked down at you, the hard set of his jaw finally beginning to soften as your hands slid down to hold onto his wrists.
“i shouldn’t have done that. i should’ve been with you,” you continued, your voice trembling slightly. “that wasn’t a smart move, and your feelings are valid for the way i acted.”
he inhaled faintly, the tension in his shoulders finally dropping as he exhaled. his palms came up to rest firmly on the sides of your waist, anchoring you to him.
“they are valid.”
“i know.” you frowned, your heart still stinging but the distance between you beginning to close. you reached up, cupping his face in your palms and leaning in to press a gentle, apologetic kiss to his cheek.
you lingered there for a moment, letting the warmth of his skin ground you. “how can i make it up to you?”
michael had other ideas entirely, and he was intent on making sure you forgot every other man in that room by the time the night was over. his way of "making it up" to him was a relentless, consuming reclamation of your attention.
he had you positioned on the bed, your legs pulled back and held firmly in his hands, his grip tight behind your knees as he kept you trapped in the center of his focus. the world had shrunk down to the friction, the heat, and the weight of him pressing you into the mattress. your chest was heaving, your body trembling and shivering uncontrollably under his deliberate movements, your hair a chaotic halo spread across the sheets.
you were so far gone, so completely blissed out, that your hands fluttered up to hide your face, a shy, instinctive reflex to keep him from seeing just how undone you really were. but michael didn't look away, he watched every twitch, every shiver, as he wrung the fourth orgasm out of you, his own movements steady and demanding.
your mind was a white-hot blur, stripped of any ability to form a coherent thought, let alone keep track of the passing time. your moans were no longer rhythmic or polite, they were raw, whiny, and wrenched from the very depths of your soul. your throat began to ache, turning raspy and hoarse from the intensity of the sounds you couldn't suppress. feeling a sudden, burning wave of embarrassment at the sheer hunger of the lovemaking, you shakily brought your hand up to your mouth, pressing your palm against your lips to muffle the sounds that were still spilling out of you.
whenever you tried to muffle yourself, michael’s pace only quickened, his hips angling with a precision that was almost cruel in how perfectly it found that spot deep inside you. your toes curled against the sheets, the knot in your abdomen tightening into a searing, white-hot ache that threatened to blind you, flashing bright spots across your vision.
“i know you got one more in you,” he murmured, his voice thick, gruff, and vibrating against your skin.
“do it for me, baby.”
he reached down, his long, slender fingers finding you with devastating accuracy. he began to trace slow, tender, agonizingly gentle circles over your overstimulated, hypersensitive center. the contrast of his rough, deep thrusts, measured and slow, against the feather-light touch of his fingers was sensory overload. every movement sent jagged, electric shocks coursing through your entire body, making your thighs clamp down around him, desperate to keep him exactly where he was. you were completely at his mercy, his rhythm dictating every gasping breath you took as he pushed you further, refusing to let you escape the intensity of the moment.
and you did. in fact, you had three more, each one shattering the last shred of your composure until you were nothing but a puddle of gasps and blurred senses beneath him.
but the moment the final wave crashed over you, the tension that had been clinging to the room evaporated. somewhere in the haze of that relentless, hungry lovemaking, michael had simply forgotten why he was angry in the first place. the grudge, which had felt like a mountain earlier that evening, had been dismantled, replaced by the heavy, sweet exhaustion of being completely and utterly his.
synopsis: growing up used to keeping up a flawless public image. but, behind closed doors, whenever opportunity arrives, you always find yourself under your coworker. when your boyfriend goes on a business trip, your affair with Jaafar reveals itself again.
warnings: 18+, infidelity plot (both reader and jaafar are in relationships), rough sex, oral (m & f), multiple orgasms, ball play (if u squint), p n v, mentions of squirting, unprotected (wrap it up pls), spanking, dom!jaafar, sub!reader, mentions of bruises/biting/marks, size difference, little after care (sorry🙁), heavy use of pet names (baby, love, good girl, princess, pretty), no use of y/n
wc: 3.7k
A/N: I wrote this one immediately after the jermajesty fic, im just hungry asf😵💫
requests are open!
the marble beneath your bare feet is cool against your skin, a welcome break from the thick summer heat pressing against the city outside your floor to ceiling windows. it’s well past midnight. the apartment is quiet, the only light coming from the skyline beyond the glass and the glow of your phone resting on the coffee table. a text lights up the screen.
from your new boyfriend. he’s three time zones away on a business trip, but somehow still making time to check in before bed. “goodnight love you.❤️”
you take a slow sip from your wine glass, thumbs hovering as you begin to type, when an incoming phone call appears on the top of your screen.
Jaafar Jackson.
you always know how this starts and how it ends. you press the red button to decline before returning to the text message from your boyfriend.
you tap out a quick, hollow “goodnight🙂, love you too,” and hit send, letting the screen go dark a second later.
you place your phone back on the coffee table with a quiet clink, your hand staying there for a moment. your fingers trace the cool glass as your eyes remain fixed on the screen.
five seconds. ten.
the silence of your apartment feels almost mocking. you take your last sip of wine, the liquid doing nothing to soothe the unease in your stomach. you know he’s not gonna stop at one call, he never does.
the phone lights up again, cutting through the dark hue of the living room.
Jaafar Jackson.
each ring feels heavier than the last, the sound echoing through the apartment until it’s impossible to ignore. your heart stutters, a painful jump in your chest.
you stare at the name, you think about the gala last week. the way his eyes never left you even with his girlfriend conversing next to him. how his hand lingered on your back for just a second longer after helping you out the car.
the way his mouth unraveled you, taking his time with your body the very second the doors to your public lives were closed for the night.
your phone vibrates again for the third time. one, two, then a text.
why are you ignoring me?
the audacity of it pulls a shaky, breathless laugh from your throat. you’re the one who does everything right, the one who keeps the family image pristine. but looking at that screen, the image feels like a costume you’re desperate to peel off.
you don’t reach for the phone. Instead, you turn toward the sound of the elevator chime echoing faintly from the foyer. a private, floor access ping that shouldn’t be happening at 2:00 AM.
your breath hitches. you haven’t even moved, but you know the elevator doors are sliding open. you know he’s here. you walk toward the foyer, the floor of your penthouse apartment cold beneath your bare feet, your silk robe flowing behind you like a shadow.
you don't have to look through the peephole to know who is standing on the other side. you reach for the handle, your knuckles turning white around it as guilt and adrenaline fight for control of your next move. you click the locks open. the door swings wide, and there he is—Jaafar, looking exactly as he did in your thoughts, his dark jacket rumpled, his eyes dark and hungry.
“Jaafar,” your eyes drag up and down his tall frame. “why are you here?”
"You didn't answer," he says, his voice low, rough that vibrates right through you.
He doesn't wait for an invitation–he just steps inside, closing the door behind him and locking it with a sharp, final click. "Stop pretending you don't want this."
his hands meet both sides of your face, forcing you to look at him. you remove his hands from your face. “no, no, we said we were done with this,” you whined.
your voice trembling as you stepped back, trying to put space between your body and his overwhelming presence.
Jaafar didn’t move. he stood right where he was, his hands dropping to his sides, but his dark eyes never left yours. “we did say that,” Jaafar murmured, his voice incredibly calm, yet entirely laced with a quiet type of certainty.
he took a single step forward, easily cutting the distance you had just tried to make. “we said it last month, too. and the month before that. But here we are.”
“J, please,” you whispered, your hands pressing against his chest to stop his advance.
through the thin material of his shirt, you could feel the frantic, heavy thud of his heartbeat, matching the uneven rhythm in your own chest.
“my boyfriend... he just–he’s coming back in two days. and your girl, Jaafar. she’s going to start wondering where you are.” at the mention of your partners, his jaw clenched, a flash of pure possessiveness darkened his eyes.
he didn’t back down. instead, his long fingers wrapped around your wrists, gently but firmly pulling your hands away from his chest, only to pin them flat against the cool wall behind you.
“I swear on everything I love,” he leans down to whisper in your ear. “I’m not leaving you alone. ever.”
he leaned in closer, his warmth completely erasing the chill of the marble floors beneath your bare feet.
the scent of outside and his expensive cologne filled your senses, making your head spin. “let them wonder,” he whispered, his breath hot against your lips. “I tried to stay away.”
“fuck, I tried. But watching you sit next to him at that gala, watching him touch you like you belong to him when I know exactly how you taste... it’s driving me insane.” A soft, defeated gasp escaped you.
you wanted to keep the ‘princess’ demeanor your family raised you to have. you wanted to do everything right, to keep the pristine name on the company clean.
but the moment Jaafar tilted his head, his gaze dropping to the loose silk of your robe where it had parted slightly at your collarbone, your body tension completely dissolved.
“We’re terrible,” you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your jawline.
“I know baby,” he muttered against your skin, his hands sliding down from your wrists to grip your waist, his touch heavy and demanding. “but you don't want anyone else. say it to me.”
he pressed his body fully against yours, the contrast of his leather jacket against your soft silk robe making you shiver. he trailed a path of slow, agonizing hot kisses down the column of your neck, finding the exact spot that made your toes curl against the cold floor.
“say it,” he whispered again, his voice a commanding growl that vibrated straight through your core.
“I don’t,” you confessed, your fingers finally tangling into his dark hair, pulling him closer as the last shred of your guilt was swallowed by the dark.
“I don’t want anyone else.”
Jaafar didn't waste another second. his mouth crashed onto yours, hungry, capturing your lips with a desperate intensity that told you exactly how much he had been starving for you.
a quiet whine caught in your throat, but he swallowed it right down, his hands sliding beneath the silk of your robe to press his warm palms flat against your plump ass, lifting you effortlessly as the rest of the world completely faded away.
he lifted you so easily it made your head spin, your legs naturally wrapping around his waist to keep your balance.
the silk of your robe bunched up around your hips, leaving nothing but the heat of his bare palms pressing into your skin. you buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his chest.
Jaafar didn't move toward the bedroom immediately. he didn't have the patience for it, and neither did you. instead, he carried you the few steps back toward the wide expanse of the living room, backing you up until the edge of the large kitchen island hit the back of your thighs.
he set you down on the cool dark colored quartz countertop, the sudden chill of the stone making you gasp against his mouth.
he pulled back just an inch, his breathing heavy, his eyes scanning your face in the dim light of the city skyline. his hands slid up from your thighs, tracing the curves of your waist before slowly parting your silk robe.
he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, letting it pool around your elbows, exposing you completely to his gaze.
"beautiful," he muttered, his voice lower than you’d ever heard it. "so damn beautiful."
"Jaafar, the blinds," you whispered breathlessly, your eyes darting toward the massive floor to ceiling windows.
the entire city was laid out before you, a million glowing lights, and even though you were stories above the world, the vulnerability of the open glass made your skin crawl.
"nobody can see you," he murmured, his thumbs wiping the faint smear of your lipgloss from the corner of his mouth before trailing down to your chin. "only me pretty.”
he stepped closer, fitting himself perfectly between your thighs. the heavy fabric of his jacket brushed against your bare skin.
he reached down, unbuttoning his coat with impatient fingers and tossing it onto the floor behind him, followed quickly by his shirt, until he was just as bare as you were.
when his chest pressed against yours, the heat was immediate. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back down to you. the kiss this time wasn't just desperate, it was necessary.
his tongue tangled with yours, deep and demanding, claiming you in a way your boyfriend never could.
his hand slid down your stomach, his long fingers tracing lower, past the dip of your hip until he found the center of your heat. you whimpered into his mouth. his fingers slow and deliberate, breaking down the very last of your defense.
he knew exactly what you liked, exactly how to make you forget your own name, your relationship, and the image you wore during the day.
"look at me," Jaafar whispered, pulling his mouth away, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
you opened your eyes, your vision slightly blurred, locking onto his dark, intense gaze.
his hand never stopped moving, driving you closer and closer to the edge. suddenly he stops, “get on your knees.” with that he carries you off the counter and you obey his orders.
the cool marble floor met your knees, a shock to your system that did absolutely nothing to fuel the fire burning through your veins.
your silk robe pooled around you, completely discarded as you looked up at him. Jaafar stood over you, towering in the dim, amber glow of the city skyline. his chest was heaving, abs flexed, his gaze dark and entirely consuming as he watched you look up at him from the floor.
"princess" of the company, the golden girl, boss to everyone around her, was completely unraveled at his feet. just for him.
"Good girl," he rasped, the low vibration of his voice sending a violent shiver straight down your spine.
his long fingers tangled into your hair, with a firm, possessive grip that tilted your head back, forcing you to keep your eyes locked onto his. he unbuttoned his jeans with a slow, calculation, the metallic click of his belt hitting the ground, echoing like a sin in the quiet penthouse.
when he freed himself, your breath hitched, the reality of what you were doing crashing over you all over again.
but there was no turning back. especially when he was looking at you like this.
"take it, love," he commanded softly, his voice dropping into a whisper. "show me how much you missed me."
you didn't hesitate. you leaned forward, your hands gripping his toned thighs for balance as your lips parted.
the moment your mouth slid over his length, a deep groan tore from the back of Jaafar's throat.
his fingers tightened in your hair, his hips giving a subtle, involuntary push forward as he let his eyes flutter shut for a fraction of a second.
you worked your mouth down his length, your tongue swirling over the tip, learning the shape of him all over again. every stroke of your tongue had him breathing heavier, his grip in your hair turning rougher as he began to guide your pace.
"fuck," he growled, his hips starting to roll in a slow, demanding rhythm against your lips. "you're perfect. so damn perfect." you moan as you graze your tongue over his slit.
he pushed deeper, testing the limits of your throat, making a choked whine catch in your chest. the sound only seemed to drive him crazier. he began to pace himself against you, his breathing turning into harsh gasps that filled the empty kitchen.
you looked up through your lashes, seeing the pleasure etched into his sharp jawline, his veins projecting against his neck as he fought to keep his control.
you paused for a fraction of a second, drawing in a shaky breath against his heat before your tongue began tracing tight circles around his tip, all while your hands slid down to firmly stroke the rest of his shaft.
you then lower your tongue down his length to wrap your mouth around his balls, pulling a deep, ragged moan from his chest.
you were sure he was done for. but Jaafar was never one to let you do all the work. tonight, he wanted to feel every single bit of you.
suddenly, his hands moved your head back. then, he effortlessly moved your body back up off the floor.
your knees scraped slightly against the marble, but before you could even register the movement, he turned you around, pressing your stomach flat against the cool kitchen island.
the transition was so fast it made your head spin. your hands scrambled for something to hold on the smooth stone, your back arching automatically as Jaafar stepped up directly behind you, his heat pressing against your bare backside.
"J—" you gasped, the word cut short as he gripped your hip with one hand, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough that you knew it would leave a mark.
a mark your boyfriend wouldn't see for two days, but one that belonged entirely to the man standing behind you right now. he reached down, his fingers sliding between your thighs to find you completely slick and ruined for him.
he teased the sensitive bundle of nerves for just a second, pulling a loud, breathless sob from your lips. you're so wet for me, pretty," he whispered against your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe, making your whole body tremble.
"look at the windows. look at the city while you take all of me." your eyes flew open, staring out at the glass windows. the city lights blurred into a haze of gold and white.
you felt the head of his length press against your entrance, and before you could even catch a breath, Jaafar drove his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one deep, relentless stroke.
a loud, shattered cry broke from your lips, echoing off the high ceilings of the penthouse. it was too much, too deep, filling you so completely that your fingers clawed at the edge of the countertop.
"oh, g-god... J, please," you whimpered, your head dropping onto your arms.
"I got you," he growled, his pace instantly picking up. he didn't even give you time to adjust. he locked his hand onto your hip, using it as leverage as he began to drive into you with a punishing rhythm.
slap. the raw friction filled sound of his skin hitting yours filled the room, competing with the desperate sound of your joint breathing. every time he slammed into you, your body shifted forward against the quartz, the cold stone against your front half and the liquid fire spreading through your lower half.
he was relentless, his chest pressing into your back with every stroke, his sweat dripping onto your bare shoulders. his hand meets your ass in a harsh strike.
“Jaafarrr,” you dragged out his name in a desperate sob. you wrapped one arm back, your fingers desperately finding his thigh, trying to anchor yourself as the pleasure began to build into something unfamiliar.
Jaafar felt the tight, rhythmic flexing of your walls around him, and it broke whatever restraint he had left. His growls turned feral, his movements losing all their smooth cadence, turning rough and frantic.
"look at me," he demanded, his voice a strained and broken rasp. “he fuck you like this?”
you could barely force your head up, attempting to twist your neck to look back at him. his face was a mask of pure, unadulterated lust, his eyes locked onto yours as he delivered three hard, deep thrusts that had you screaming into the empty apartment.
“baby ohmygoodness,” you moan. "you're mine," he choked out, his fingers bruising your hip as your joining escalated to that breaking point. "tell me... tell me you're mine."
"i'm yours! Jaafar, i'm yours!" you cried as a heavy rush of wetness spilled between your thighs, your vision completely blurring into stars as your body clamped down around him, the climax crashing over you in violent waves.
“shit!” Jaafar shouted, feeling the sudden trickle on his skin. hearing your undone cries was the final trigger. with a loud, roar against your neck, Jaafar buried himself as deep as he could go, his entire frame shuddering violently as he released himself inside you.
he held you tightly against the counter, his chest heaving against your back, pinning you down until the very last drop of his cum filled you up. the only sound was the heavy, synchronized gasps of air filtering through your lungs.
slowly, Jaafar pulled out, a soft gasp escaping you at the sudden loss of his warmth. your legs felt like absolute water, buckling the moment he let go of your waist.
he caught you before you could fall, gently turning you around and leaning you back against the island. he drops down onto his knees, lifting your left leg on his shoulder.
without warning, he licks a strip up your inner thigh, the sudden heat of his tongue making your entire body jerk.
you let out a sharp gasp, your fingers instantly clawing into his dark hair for balance as he held your leg securely over his broad shoulder. Jaafar didn't give you a single second to recover. He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning against your skin before his mouth pressed directly against the center of your ache, his tongue invoking a deep, wet stroke that had your hips tilting helplessly into his face.
"Jaaf—Jaafar I can’t," you whimpered, your head tossing back as your vision already began to blur.
he didn't answer, entirely focused on unraveling you. his long fingers dug into the flesh of your left thigh, holding you open and steady as his mouth completely worshipped you, his tongue moving with a relentless rhythm that drove you straight to the edge. again.
every flick of his tongue was intentional, tracing over your sensitive skin and lapping up the slick wetness that was pooling for him. you tried to swallow your moans. a string of high pitched whimpers broke from your lips, your thighs trembling violently against his chest.
"J, stop... plea–" you begged, your knuckles turning white as you yanked at his hair, trying to pull him away before you completely lost it.
instead of stopping, Jaafar let out a muffled growl against your skin, his hands gripping your hips even tighter to lock you in place.
he increased the pace, his tongue flattening out to deliver those deep and heavy strokes right where you needed it most, while his thumb found your hip bone, pressing down hard.
a coiled spring in your chest that suddenly snapped.
you cried out as a heavy rush of wetness spilled between your thighs, for the second time. your leg shook on his shoulder, your entire frame locked in the paralyzing aftershocks of the release.
Jaafar didn't miss a beat. he drank down every drop of your release, his tongue lingering to clean you up with a smug, heavy satisfaction before he finally let your leg slide down from his shoulder.
you collapsed back against the dark quartz of the kitchen island, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your chest heaving. your body felt completely spent and overly sensitive.
he didn't say a word as he reached down, picking up your discarded silk robe from the floor. he shook it out, draping it over your trembling shoulders and pulling the straps closed over your flushed, marked skin.
without a word, he turned, gathering his shirt and leather jacket from the floor. He slipped them on, completely transforming back into the untouchable public figure the world knew, leaving no trace of the beast he had been just moments ago.
his fingers lingered on your collarbone, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. he picks you up bridal style, bringing you to your bedroom. he gently places you on your king size bed, he looked down at you, his dark eyes still intense, but the chaotic hunger was quickly replaced by a sudden tenderness. Jaafar give you a soft kiss, it was deeper–more warmer than the ones you shared before. almost like he wanted to tell you something. “call me in the morning?”
“you’re not staying?” you look up at him, trying to catch his hands to pull him back to you. Jaafar shakes his head no, a feeling of disappointment creeps over you. he places another quick kiss on your forehead.
he steps back and shuts your light off. “goodnight pretty,” he whispered as he shut your room door.
he walked back into the living room, his boots clicking quietly against the floor, his eyes automatically drifting to the coffee table where your phone still rested.
the screen was dark, but you both knew what was waiting underneath, the innocent text from your boyfriend, a completely different reality. Jaafar stopped at the edge of the room, his leather jacket slung over his shoulder. he didn't look at the phone. a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
The heavy click of the front door locking put a definite end to the night, leaving you alone in the quiet apartment.
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A/N yall this little fic isnso cutesy, I hate the miscommunication trope butttt i didnt overdo it so it’s bearable. Reader and KC are adorbs!
It was a terribly hot day in the villa. Your edges weren't lasting a damn minute, and to top it all off, there was a challenge today.
You had to find your connection…while blindfolded…on a damn bed…with paint on your hands.
It took you two minutes to even find anyone on the bed and Ariana had to redirect you twice. Very embarrassing on your part and you could clearly hear KC laughing somewhere on the bed.
After finding him, which wasn't very hard, you cuffed up and everyone was able to take their blindfolds off.
This was the introduction of two bombshells, Sol and Jen. You didn't really care for Jen, Sol however? You thought she was absolutely stunning.
“Girl you are gorgeous!” You yelled at her from the bed, which caused her to laugh and smile.
You didn't feel threatened or cautious at all because you and KC’s connection was strong. There was no need to be distant from either bombshells in your eyes.
Next, the new male bombshell, Caleb, was introduced. You were excited of course, but didn't really do too much to avoid being excessive in front of KC. Kayda tapped your leg and you turned to her, “Girl he is fine! He’s literally your type!” She said humorously, which made you laugh and agree, “And is!”
KC didn't take very kindly to that, quickly rolling his eyes. You saw it out of the corner of your eye but decided against addressing it at this moment. Instead, you chose to put your focus on the hot kisses Caleb shared with every girl. When he got to you he didn't waste any time pulling you in, which surprised you and KC. He was even more irritated that it looked like Caleb was enjoying his time with you, your kiss lasted a whole minute, and honestly you enjoyed it too.
After the challenge you and Trinity showed Sol and Jen around. You personally took Sol to the dressing room, which you explained to her was your favorite room.
Somewhere on the other side of the villa, Sincere and KC were having a chat about the new girls, in which KC eagerly told him about how Sol was attractive and looked just like his ex.
Unfortunately for you, Sincere relayed that same information back to you during your chat with him.
With that newfound information you were a little down for the rest of the day. KC didn't take much mind to that, at least not until Caleb pulled you for a chat.
Two Days Later
After two days and a second challenge, Caleb had charmed you quite well with his southern charm. He’s even made you breakfast this morning, along with Sol and Jen. You didn’t really talk to Sol as much as you wanted to, knowing how KC felt about her. You sometimes felt a little guilty for how much the two of you had been speaking recently, but every time you felt bad and gazed over at KC he was talking to Sol, so you pushed those feelings deep down and continued to explore with Caleb. What you didn't realize though, was that everytime you looked over at KC and Sol, you missed them dapping up, and how their eyes always drifted towards you, clearly having a conversation about you. The two were so obviously friends in the eyes of everyone but you.
You and Caleb were talking in Say Less and having quite a good conversation. You’d already talked a bunch about his background, so there wasn't much else to talk about but you. You talked about your childhood, how you grew up in the suburbs so you typically dated white guys, your parents were married, your mom kept you connected to your culture even with being in a neighborhood where there wasn't a lot of kin folk around.
Of course, these were all things KC had already heard from you, but to know you could possibly be telling Caleb that? Nah he aint going for that. He waited patiently until your conversation—which spanned 45 minutes—ended, then quietly decided to pull you for a chat.
At the dock, you raked your fingers through your boho curls while sitting down. KC sat beside you and looked you up and down for a moment, savoring your beauty. Then he spoke, “So…You and Caleb?”
You smirked, now becoming very aware of his jealousy, "So…you and Sol?”
A look of confusion flashed across his face, “What? What do you mean ‘me and Sol,’ I’m not exploring her.”
Your eyebrows raised in disbelief, “Oh I couldn't tell, you talk to her quite a bit. I almost thought she was the girl you chose to couple up with.”
His face became more amused now, he breathed a chuckle before explaining himself, “Baby, I don't like Sol in that way. She’s strictly a homie. She’s connecting with Sincere right now actually.”
Well, that wasn't what you were expecting…his explanation made sense though. You noticed a bit of tension throughout the villa the past few days but you weren’t invested enough to figure out why.
Noticing your face that was morphing into a rather understanding look, he continued, “I don't even make her breakfast! Sincere does!”
You were delighted by his disinterest in Sol, but you still felt stubbornly upset with him. You crossed your arms and turned away from him, “I guess I forgive you…and…I may not connect with Caleb as much as you think.” Of course you and Caleb had great conversations, but you didn't feel very romantic towards him. The attention was nice though.
KC pulled you into his chest, causing you to squirm and giggle while he smiled at you. You looked up at him and locked eyes, “And I guess I’m sorry for entertaining Caleb all in your face.”
With those words, KC’s anxiety had completely faded away. His girl was not in fact took. He knew he’d be bragging about this to his boys later too.
He placed two short kisses on your lips. Then you made yourself comfortable on his lap and decided to get messy.
“So…what's going on with Sincere and Sol? I know Melanie ain't happy with that.” You said with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
“Girl they’re a damn mess!” KC said while pulling you closer to him.
The rest of the night was spent talking about Sincere and Melanie's business. You understood why there was so much tension in the villa now. Sincere was playing these two girls dead in their face! But it’s okay because you’d already made it up in your mind to have a chat with him tomorrow about his weird behavior. You'd also decided you’d chat with Sol since you feel she deserves a friend since no one really talks to her besides Jen.
While you and the rest of the girls were getting ready for bed, KC couldn't help but rave about how amazing you are to the guys while in the bedroom.
“She’s so selfless, she’s got it made up in her mind that she’s gonna be Sol’s friend because of all this mess going on, she went out of her way to apologize for upsetting me, she took accountability! Yo, I’ve actually got the best girl in the villa no doubt.”
Bryce argued Trinity was the best, but KC shut that down completely, “You should absolutely feel that way about your girl, however, I disagree.” Everyone bursted into laughter at that. The two engaged in playful banter for the proceeding 8 minutes, only ceasing when the girls walked in, and you came in hand in hand and laughing with Sol.
You let her go, and walked up to KC placing a kiss on his cheek, “You ready?” He just nodded his head all love-struck, and the two of you went to bed with smiles plastered all over your faces, a newfound, deeper connection born between you.
contains: fluff, semi playing hard to get, kissing
a/n: I neeeeeeedd him so bad he's like the perfect guy (requested by @efgcsfhccjgdhjvc )
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The last time you did a shoot with this brand came Bryce, a tall dirty blonde male model. You didn't mind him, he's very nice to look at. However, you played hard to get and told him "If we see each other, I'll go out with you.
In complete honesty, you had forgotten about the whole thing, you didn't end up modeling for them for a while, until today.
They asked you to meet in malibu for a quick beach bikini shoot which you were more than willing to do.
Again, you didn't remember the interaction until one of the workers was walking you into the dressing room where you came face to face with him again.
A smirk tugged at his lips the second he laid eyes on you, he knew after what you said last time that you couldn't turn him down now. The worker left the two of you in there to begin getting into the first look. "It's nice to see you again y/n" He says, his voice soft and gentle with you. "Yeah, you too." You say with a soft smile.
For a minute there, he didn't say anything. You had thought maybe he forgot about it too. But that thought didn't last long.
You were instructed to be touchy with each other like a real couple would, you could've fooled the whole world with the amount of tension and chemistry you two had.
You certainly didn't see that coming, it was against your own will. You wanted to keep things strict, but the way he was so gentle and soft with you, the way he touched you, it all felt like too much.
When you were changing into the next bikini he walked up to you to help you tie the straps around neck. "Are you going to let me takw you out this time?" He asks. His words surprise you, his breath hot against the back of your neck. "You're persistent." You tease.
"How could I not be?" He answers, opening the door for you and walking out behind you.
The tension only picked up from here, the touching felt more prominent, your breath shuddered each time he touched you.
"Wow well, I think that's all we need for today. You two did so great we don't have to take any extras." The brand manager announces. The weight on your shoulders lifted, as you could finally escape whatever the hell was happening here.
You began getting dressed in your normal clothes, Bryce follows behind you as you walk to your car. "One date, you owe me after last shoot." He says. "If you don't have fun I won't bother you like this again." He adds.
You press your lips together, "Fine." You answer, trying to hold back the sudden excitement flowing through your veins.
A smirk tugs at his lips as he gives you his number and walks away.
You got home, unpacked your things and sat down on the couch, finally deciding to text him.
You: hey it’s yn
Bryce: I was worried you wouldn’t text me
You: I didn’t know that was an option
Bryce: It’s not
Bryce: I’ll pick you up tmr at 2 how does that sound?
You: Fine by me
You started getting ready about an hour before the date, you felt yourself getting slightly anxious, which wasn’t supposed to happen. You kept trying to convince yourself you weren’t that interested in him.
You wore medium wash jean shorts with a white flowy long sleeve top. You didn’t do much makeup, just something light enough. Your hair was in a loose curl.
You got the text that he was on his way, you begin your last minute touch ups, your perfume, lipgloss, and packing your purse.
He texted you to let you know he was there, he stood outside his car waiting to open the door for you. He had the prettiest light blue convertible bentley.
“You look amazing.” he says as you enter the car. “Not too bad yourself.” you answer.
The car ride shared casual conversations about modeling, daily life stuff, really anything.
The conversations flowed well but you couldn’t shake the butterflies you felt the entire time. "You like ice cream, right?" He asks, "I'm not sure I've ever met someone who doesn't like ice cream" You answer. The two of you pull into an ice cream shop you've never been to. It's cute, it has a nice pastel summer vibe to it. "What's your flavor?" He asks. You look in front of you at the overwhelming number of flavors, "Probably just Vanilla." you answer. He shakes his head, "Chocolate." He adds.
The two of you bicker about which is better, chocolate or vanilla, he ends up letting you win the debate. The ice cream shop is right in front of the beach with a nice patio, the prettiest view of the beach right ahead. "I can't believe I didn't know about this place." You admit, "Well now whenever you come here, you'll have to think of me" Bryce teases.
You didn't want to admit it but this date with him was perfect, he made you laugh, he got every single door for you, he paid for your ice cream and he let you win that debate. You hated the fact you didn't want the date to ever end. You could sit here with this view and talk to him forever.
"You're really awesome to be around," he says, looking directly into your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up from his words, a rosy color fills your face. "Yeah, you are too." you say lightly. The wind blows your hair into your face, right away he chuckles and tucks it behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your cheeks gently. "I guess I could take you up on a second date." You admit.
A grin pulls at his face right away, "Is that so?" He teases. The air around you is heavy, the tension becoming stronger than ever, you felt like you were being pulled closer to him. He sits and admires your face before finally taking action and pulling you in for a kiss, his lips smooth against yours, tongues claiming each other fully. The kiss was so dreamy, it went at the perfect pace, not too rushed and not too slow.
Once you both finished your ice cream he dropped you back at home, the two of you texted late into the night, already excited for the next date.
a/n: idec if it's too soon she's SO bad. also contains some light spoilers!
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Being in the villa means exploring - lots of it.
A few days ago the baddest bombshell walked in, leaving your jaw on the floor.
Her hair, her eyes, her voice, her body, everything.
The two of you hit it off right away, the conversation flowed, you both also had a lot in common.
Initially, she coupled up with Zach - and still is. However, after the past two challenges, things maybe weren't going so hot. For one, it was revealed that Zach had a history of cheating, and then in the challenge today he shared a moment with Trinity that was more than just a "challenge" kiss.
It left Kayda puzzled, she liked him, but this was making her head and stomach turned.
You don't blame her, a history of cheating and not saying anything about Trinity would leave you feeling the exact same way. However, it was still early in the game.
Kayda confided in you, the two of you went up to soul ties.
She began ranting about the situation, looking for advice. Which you gave, but majority of your mind was locked on her eyes.
Her green eyes twinkled under the lights so perfect, and the eye contact wasn't lost once during the whole conversation.
Her eyes steady on you made your stomach turn, and the thought of her hurting because of a man made your veins fill with rage. You'd give her the whole world if you could, a girl like her deserved it.
Little things kept happening during the conversation, your knees kept rubbing against each other, her foot rubbed against your shin. You knew damn well that wasn't casual, the way she did it too, everything about it was the complete opposite of casual.
Though, you had no clue if she liked girls or not. Any action was risky, not only would you have to be stuck with her for another 6 weeks after, but you were also on television, with millions of people watching. You wouldn't want to know what people would say if it went south.
After ranting for a while she stopped, "Enough of him, how are you?" she asked.
"I'm good, It's so fucking hot though." You complain.
Not only was the Fiji heat horrible but the heat that lingered between the two of you was probably worse.
"Ugh I know."
'I have a question." She states. It was out of the blue, it caught you totally of guard.
"Yeah what's up?" you reply.
"Have you ever like - been with a girl?" She asks, you could hear the hesitation in her voice.
The question made your whole body flutter with surprise. You couldn't believe that she was the one asking it and not you, but her being the one to ask it was hot.
"Mhm, I have" You answer, you try to keep the smirk held back, you were so taken by the fact it was finally happening.
"Have you?" You ask.
She light bites her lip and shakes her head no, your heart stops beating more. Imagine you really did get the wrong vibe, and she's just asking to ask. You really had no idea.
"Have you wanted to?" You follow.
"Yeah a few times, I just never know what to do." She answers.
"Hmm" you hum.
You wanted to do it so bad. You were just so thrown off by the how many people were gonna be watching you do this. It felt wrong.
You both move from holding eye contact to looking at each other's bodies or lips. It was like the hunger games.
The air feels ten times hotter and heavier than five minutes ago, the intimacy felt like it was pulling you closer to her.
"You just do it." You reply.
"Really? What if the other person isn't like that though."
''Doesn't matter." You say.
Finally, you couldn't hold it back anymore, you didn't care about what the world would say.
You're on this show for a reason, to chase a connection. And that's exactly what you're doing.
You lean in closer to her, cupping her face and going in for it. The idea of it happening felt so wrong but when it was really happening, it felt so right.
Your lips moved perfectly with one another, the rhythm was so smooth.
Your tongues pushed pashed each other, her hand moving up from your waist to just underneath your breasts.
The both of you kept going, with no reason or will to stop.
contains: smut, sex (p in v), fluff, teasing, semi sub!sincere
a/n: since nobody else is doing it.. i will.
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Post villa challenge, everyone was tired, hot and covered in slime.
You however, weren’t just tired. You were irritated as well.
During the challenge, Sincere had fixed himself to kiss Melanie which really shouldn’t be an issue because it was a challenge. You couldn’t help but let the jealousy swallow you whole knowing originally it was supposed to be them until you came along.
Everyone was quick to clean themselves up, nobody wanted to be covered in slime. You spent most of the day avoiding talking to him - mainly because you didn’t want it to be a big deal on national television.
It shouldn’t even be a big deal to you either, the connection you and Sincere had was by far the strongest in the villa, letting Melanie under your skin was the worst possible option.
The avoidant option worked until the night time. You had gotten yourself all done up per usual, but now was the time when the group came together.
You all circled around the table, ready to pop some champagne when you were interrupted by the one and only text sound, “I got a text!” yelled Kenzie.
Everyone had a chain reaction to the words, the text could either be a really good thing, or a really bad thing.
“Islanders, the fans have been watching to see who the strongest couple is. Based on their vote is who will be entering the hideaway tonight!”
Your heart skipped a beat at the mention in the hideaway, you haven’t had a romantic minute alone with Sincere since you arrived at the villa - now would be your chance to show him why he coupled up with you and not Melanie.
Just seconds after Kenzie read the text another phone dings - Zach’s.
“The couple who will be going to the hideaway is..”
Waiting for the final text to come through felt like a million years, you had your feelings about your couple but what if the fans at home didn’t think the same?
Finally, the last text came through to Zach again. “Y/n and Sincere!” he yells enthusiastically.
You and Sincere both react with a jaw drop, he immediately scooped you up with excitement. Everyone else around you got excited as well, jumping around the two of you chanting your names.
The girls and the guys split up to get you both ready, you touched up some curls in your hair before getting into a victoria’s secret slip dress, paired with a robe.
The girls gave you some last minute encouragement before leading you to the top of the stairs.
You see him there at the bottom of the stairs, looking at you like he’s just opened his eyes for the first time. His smile wide, pupils dilated.
Your stomach flutters as you walk down the stairs. You’ve spent everyday with him for the past three weeks and he still makes you so nervous.
He grabs your hand and helps you down the stairs before he picks you up, bridal style. Everyone cheering as they walk you out.
The two of you make it there, the hideaway even prettier in person.
The two of you walk into the bedroom, he adjusts you on top of his lap. “You ain’t talk to me much after the challenge.”
“Hmm.” you hum with a mischievous look in your eye. 
He attempts to kiss you but quickly you dodge it and kiss the corner of his lip. He laughs at your tease, “what’s that for baby?” he says, his fingertips gently grazing up underneath your dress.
“I’m not kissing your dirty lips.” you assert, looking him dead in his eyes. He caught onto what you were talking about immediately, his head falling in a smile.
“You’re jealous I kissed Melanie?”
“Not jealous, just aware.” you reply.
His hand rides up your torso, his warm hand gently cups your tit, feeling the hardened surface. “You should be aware that I chose you, not her.”
Your heart begins to race, his big brown eyes looking at you, his big hand all over your body. You could tell how needy he was as you felt him harden underneath you.
You don’t say a word, you hold the stubborn eye contact as you slowly rock back and forth against him. You watch his breath begin to pick up, even though he’s trying to hide it.
“Come on baby, you know I picked you. I’ve been waiting to get you alone.” He pleas. His words and the friction of him almost convincing enough to break you.
You hum again, far too stubborn to actually say a word. “please baby, i’d never do to her what i’m about to do to you.” he states.
“Is that right Sincere?”
“Yes I swear y/n, I need you so bad, please let me make you feel good.” he begs.
you press a kiss against his neck before bringing your mouth to his ear and whispering “Okay.”
He didn’t waste any time after getting your approval, he flips you around, lifting the dress up off you - leaving you completely exposed to him.
He licks a long stripe against your wet pussy before he kisses and nips at your clit, his hands gripped around your waist, feeding his own hunger.
A loud gasp escapes your mouth at the contact, his tongue explores in and out of your hole. It’s clear just how long he’s waited to do this.
He continues for just a minute before he brings his head up “is this okay?” he asks. His worry for your own comfort turning you on even more. “Yes” you chuckle.
He moves his head right back down, picking up where he left off. He uses his free hand to rub circles against your clit, slowly picking up the pace as he goes.
He left you seeing stars, it felt as though he was bringing life back to you. Your walls flutter as he licks up every ounce of your juice. Your stomach tingles as he keeps a steady pace.
“Fuck, Sincere i’m gonna cum.” you express. After long weeks of waiting you could barely hold it in.
“Do it princess, let me taste you fully.”
After each time he spoke he went right back, making sure to keep you where you were. Your body fully tenses one more time before you release fully onto his tongue.
He takes everything you give, like he was waiting his whole life for that moment. he comes up, his lips glistened with your juices. you pull him into a deep kiss, your tongues fully in each others mouth. the tase of your pleasure still on his tongue. he moves himself to kiss down your neck, “please, Sincere, I want to feel you inside me.” you whimper. Unable to hold back just how needy you were.
He was quick to listen, he pulled his pants and boxers down revealing his length, leaving you practically drooling at the sight of him.
He slides in about halfway, making sure you were okay. You felt it burn but a good burn, you let him know it was okay to go fully inside you.
His length basically hit your cervix as he thrusted in and out of you, within a few minutes the burning was gone. Now it was nothing but pure pleasure.
“You feel so good baby.” He praises. Your neck fell back as your hips arched against the bed. “Fuck Sincere.” you moan. You felt like you were ready to scream from the amount of pleasure.
“You’re doing so good pretty, you take it so well.” His praise turns you on more and more.
He helps you up on top of his lap, he begins guiding your hips, helping you grasp a steady pace. Your body bounces as you ride him, his length fully bottoming out inside you.
Your nails dug into his back as you caught his lips, the makeout sloppy as you’re more focused on the pace of the sex.
Light groans and moans escape him as he feels your walls flutter against him. One of your hair tangles in his hair, gripping his curls tighter and tighter as you go.
You begin to lose strength, he uses his hands to keep it going, “Good job baby, you got this. Let me feel you cum on me.” He instructs.
His words bring you back to earth, helping you focus on cumming.
You feel his cock twitch against your sensitive walls. He uses his free hand to rub circles against your tit.
A coil builds all the way up your stomach and releases as cum spills out of your body and onto his cock.
He brings you back down and thrusts in and out a few more times before his warm cum fills up inside of you.
He crashes beside you as the both of you catch your breath, he brings you onto his chest. Gently stroking your hair.
Once you’re back from the high he runs you a bath, he gets in with you holding you.
He does everything in his power to make sure it’s the best aftercare you’ve ever had.
Being in the villa wasn't easy by any means. Most people from an outside view see it as fun or even from some on the inside its money and fame. For you, it's not.
You've been watching love island since season one, and you knew one day you wanted to have that same experience. But as the show started gaining popularity, the people watching the show became mean.
You thought, fuck it. It was always something you wanted, but now, being in the villa and not knowing what people were saying drove you insane.
And that wasn't it. You had fallen decently fast - faster than you had hoped. And tonight is a brand-new recoupling.
The first recoupling was fine, the bombshell didn't strike his eye much. But this one did, he had a few conversations with her. She had even gotten the opportunity to take him away from the villa, along with Bryce.
It had your heart sinking to your ass.
You and Zach had conversations about it, he was nothing but truthful for all you know. And he had been decent about reassuring. You just can't help but worry.
From the second the recoupling got announced you were worried, like out of your own mind worried. You were preparing yourself for what was going to happen, you could get kicked from the island, left single. And what would the fans be thinking? That you were stupid for falling so fast? That you should've seen this coming?
You were relaxing with Zach on the couch by the kitchen when it was announced that it was time to get ready. While the two of you sat there not much was said, he did little things to make you feel comforted, he squeezed your hand, complimented you, rubbed your thigh.
Once you started getting up he stopped you, "Are you okay?" He asks in a soft tone. His thumb rubbed across the back of your hand. "Yeah, I'm alright." You reply, pressing a kiss against his soft cheek.
You headed up stairs and began getting ready, "How's everyone feeling?" Aniya asks.
"I'm nervous," said Melanie. "Shit, me too." You reply.
"Why are you nervous y/n?" Aniya asks.
It felt wrong to talk about it while the bombshell was in the room, it's not like you'd say anything bad but it'd be really embarrassing if you were talking about how much you liked him and then she was the one who ended up getting him.
"Fuck I don't know - I like him, maybe a little too soon but I'm nervous to see what his decision is." You answer.
Kayda, across the room looks at you softly, part of that lifted weight off your chest, knowing she wasn't about to act a certain way made you feel at least slightly better.
"Have you guys talked at all? Like has he reassured you?" Aniya asks.
"I mean, to the best of his ability, I want him to explore but I also don't want him to lie." All the girls agreed.
"I think he really likes you," Kenzie chips in. "He always looks at you with the craziest eyes and he's always talking to Bryce about you."
"That is true." Trinity adds.
Their words bring some form of comfort to your soul, knowing that even if he doesn't pick you there was something there eased your mind.
You continue getting ready, allowing the other girls to talk about their connections as well.
Zach walks in out of nowhere, surprising the shit out of you. "I'm sorry ladies, do you mind if I consult with y/n for a moment?" He asks.
"Yeah of course" They all say in an excited manner.
You hop out of your chair, makeup just a few steps from done. "What's up?" You ask, grabbing his hand as you walk.
"I want you to help pick my outfit, you know, for Ariana." He teases.
You lightly push his shoulder, "Yeah sure." you reply.
The two of you walk in the bedroom and walk to his wardrobe, he walks up to it and opens the door, "I needed to see what color you're wearing, so we can match a little" He says, a smile sneaking onto his face.
You try and hold your blush back, butterflies creep into your stomach. You wore a red haltar top dress, he wore a white button up to match.
He walks you back to the room and before you walk back inside he stops you, cupping your face, "You're amazing y/n, I don't want you to worry." He says, his big doe eyes looking into yours. You nod your head, gently rubbing his forearm as he presses a kiss onto your forehead.
You finish getting ready with less worry in your head, of course overthinking was normal, but now after that interaction you felt like you couldn't hold back the smile.
Finally, you all walk down the stairs, the boys cheering as you do. You all walk over to the table, cheering your drinks and taking a sip while all engaging in a group conversation.
Suddenly your focus on the conversation was taken away by a voice, "Hello islanders." Ariana says, walking into the villa, looking hot as ever.
Everyone's facial expression changes now worried for what's about to come.
"May you all meet me at the firepit?" She asks.
You all walk over, sitting in your couples around the warm fire. "I hope you're all doing well. Tonight, there will be a recoupling - Girls, may you please stand at the front?"
Your heart drops to your ass, you watch as he slowly escapes from your reach. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time, as the other guys give their speech and pick their girls.
It felt like you had waited for the whole group to go when in reality, you only had to wait for three people.
"Zach, please pick your girl and tell us why." Ariana announces.
Your heart begins to race, your cheeks become rosy.
"I would like to couple up with this girl because from the second we got here she was just an absolute ray of sunshine. She's been nothing but good to me and our conversations just flow so easily. She's incredibly beautiful and I'm honestly worried about how fast I've been falling for her. I can't see myself sharing a bed with anyone else, so the girl I'd like to couple up with is.. Y/n."
Air that felt lost finally fills in your lungs again, your eyes light up with a certain kind of sparkle immediately. You copuldn't hold the smile back anymore.
You don't waste anytime, you run into his arms right away. His grip tightens against your lower back as he lifts you slightly off the ground.
He lowers you back down, pressing a kiss onto your lips before sitting back down. "Thank you" You whisper in his ear.
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Stop associating us Michael fans with these weird 'bae nation' gc jaafar and jermajesty obsessed 15 year olds pls. That shit has nothing to do with me I'm not part of it
the summer of 1976 beamed with heat and possibility in the backyard of your parent’s house. your father, a successful banker, had just hired a new pool boy to keep the olympic- sized pool maintained, while your father and mother handled their busy schedules. you were home from college, spelman to be exact, you were quick to enjoy the luxury of the the estate and take a break from the stress of school and the pink and green, glamour from the AKAs . the first time you saw jackie, you were lounging on the shaded patio in a bikini, a book open but unread in your lap.
jackie had arrived in a simple white tank top and shorts, tools in a bag and already wiping his head due to the early morning sun. your father had called your name to meet the young man. you were irritated that your alone time was interrupted but was curious to meet whoever ther person your father wanted you to meet.
your father introduced him briefly. “jackie, this is our daughter. she’ll be around, don’t let her distract you.” your dad chuckled, but jackie’s gaze fell upon you for a long second. you began to get familiar with his appearance, twenty-five, tall and lean-muscled from physical work, with smooth brown skin, a neat afro, and warm, expressive eyes that seemed to see right through and his lips were full and pink, like they screamed ‘come kiss me’
you offered him a polite smile and looked away, but the image of him lingering in your brain.
your thoughts clouded you.
he’s got no business looking that good. those arms… girl, get a grip. he works for daddy.
his thoughts clouded his brain as well.
she’s stunning. that rich brown skin, those curves… keep it professional, man. It’s just a job.
the days that followed, started innocently. mornings, you would bring freshly squeezed lemonade to jackie, taking paused to notice his shirtless figure, more so staring at his toned chest followed with his chiseled abs. jackie would pause his skimming or chemical checks , noticing your manners and thank you with a low, smooth voice. “appreciate you, mama.” his eyes tracing your figure, before taking a sip of the sour, sweet lemonade, eyes not leaving yours as he gulped down the liquid, some trickling down his neck and onto his warm chest.
you coughed. “you’re welcome”
that day, you quickly got the cup back from him and scurried off to you room. you window faced the backyard, which meant you could take peaks at jackie any time you wanted, which was very frequent. sometimes you would even lounge while he is working, dressed in a skimpy one piece while “reading” a book. you would feel jackie’s gaze on you all the time, it made you nervous even though you set everything up on purpose.
at night, alone in your bedroom with the breeze cracking through your half-opened window, thoughts of him consumed you. sometimes, you would lay in your pajamas just frustrated that you couldn’t go to sleep because your mind wasn’t ready yet. you’d slip the panties from underneath your silk nightgown, own your soft legs and let them fall on the floor. fingers circling your clit slowly, teasing, as you imagined his strong, veiny hands, gripping your thighs. you picture him finishing a hard day of work and entering your house, going straight upstairs to your room to fuck you. your breath would hitch, back arching off the sheets as you slid a finger in yourself, then two, pumping in rhythm as your thoughts fueled your mission. soft moans escapes your lips and into your palm, trying not to wake your parents down the hall. you release came in waves, leaving you flushed and aching, whispering his name in your pillow. it was never enough for you, you had to have him.
weeks passed like this, you having a encounter with jackie and you touching yourself to him each night. you started to chose to wear shorter dresses or short shorts and halter tops when you knew he would be working, pretending not to notice his stare. one humid afternoon, while your mother was inside, jackie brushed your arm “accidentally” while handing back another glass of lemonade. the touch was electric and lingered. “sorry, mama.” he muttered, voice low and sweet like he had described all his brother’s voice to be like, saying they get it from their mother.
you smiled shyly. “no harm.” your heat raced as you, yet again, scurried off to you room, already planning tonight’s fantasy.
each day became thrilling and seemed to build up as both of you were going crazy. your parents were constantly around because of brunches and evening guests, so everything stay subtle: shared smiles, quick conversations when no one was around. one late afternoon, whirl your father was inside his study, jackie thought it was a good time to talk to you. you were outside, like usual, just soaking in the heat and playing with the sleeves of the dress you hated but your mom made your wear for the house gathering that was currently in session.
you didn’t notice jackie at first, but did feel a presence. “having a good time, mama?”
there it goes again. that name that made you weak in the knees. mama.
you turned around, snorting at his question. “as much fun a girl can have during a event like this.” jackie stepped closer, chest inches away from yours. you felt your heart pounding in your chest, as you turned to see if anyone else was able to see the both of you.
when you realized you two were alone, you stepped closer. “been thinking about your smile more than I should.” jackie confessed, softly, eyes dark with want.
before you could respond, the voice of your mother calling you inside broke the moment. you retreated indoors, pulse pounding, fingers already itching for relief later.
the tension built like a slow, shimmering groove, flirtation, restraint, and mutual hunger. jackie timed his breaks when you were outside. you brought him small snacks, fingers brushing deliberately against his long ones, sending sparks up your arm. he’d compliment the way the sun flushed against your skin, you’d laugh and swat in response which made him want you more. you’d catch him watching your swim laps, jaw clenched with barely held control.
then, one warm evening at dinner, your father announced casually, “your mother and I are off to Hawaii for a week. some business, some relaxation. jackie will handle the pool as usual. the house is yours, just behave yourself.” your mother nodded approvingly. you kept your expressions neutral, but heat flooded your body. jackie, dropping off supplies before leaving for the day, caught your eye through the patio doors. his look was dark, full of promise.
the morning their car pulled away, the estate felt alive with possibility. jackie arrived at his usual time, but there were no tools in hand today. you waited on the lounge chair, next to the pool , in a vibrant red bikini that hugged your full curves and deep brown skin, heart hammering as he approached.
“finally alone, pretty mama.” he says, voice rough with weeks of restraint and frustration. he closed the distance and cupped your face, kissing you slow at first, soft, full lips exploring and savoring your taste. it deepened when you gripped his shirt, tightly as your tongue meet his, arms pulling your body flush against his. you felt him hardening against your thigh, and a moan slipped out.
jackie lifted you off the chair, making you squeal. he guided you into the house, placing you on the couch. he peeled your bikini top down reverently, mouth descending to your breasts, tongue lavishing attention on your dark nipples until they tightened. “such a pretty thang, are ya?” he whispered against your skin. his hand slipped into your bikini bottoms, fingers stroking your slick folds before sliding his, thick fingers inside your cunt.
first one, then two and curling them perfectly while his thumb worked your clit. the pleasure built deliberately, all that slow-burn tension unraveling under his touch.
“shit, jackie. mmm.” you cried.
you came hard, shuddering against him , tears slipping down your cheeks. jackie popped his fingers out your soaked pussy before lifting them to his lips, licking them clean.
only then did he shed his clothes, revealing his warm abs and veiny thick, hard cock. you stroked him slowly, relishing the heat, before he settled between your thighs. he pushed in inch by inch, stretching you out deliciously, both of you groaning. “you feel perfect, baby doll,” he breathed, starting a deep, rolling rhythm that built gradually, slow thrusts turning harder, faster.
you wrapped your legs around him, nails on his back as he drove deeper. “yes jack- jackie please. uhhmhm.”
he flipped you onto hands and knees, gripping your hips and taking you from behind with one hand reaching around to rub your clit. the air from the cracked windows, the slaps of skin, your mingled sounds, it was everything you’d imagined and more.
you both started to get close. “come on, baby doll. let it happen.” he cooed, rocking into you with vigor. you squeezed the cushions between your fingers as you got closer to your end.
You eventually reached your end. “m’cummin oh my god- jackie. mmmm oh m’cummin ahhh!.” you came again, clenching around him, and jackie followed with a deep groan of your name, spilling hot inside you.
you collapsed together, tangled and breathless into the damp couch. jackie kissed your shoulder, already stirring against you. “ c’mere, lemme hold you a minute, mama.”
you smiled lazily, pulling him in for another kiss before slipping in his strong arms. “you know you’re my girl now, huh?” he grinned, sly and slightly tired.
i just know michael would be shaking, crying and throwing up when nanny! reader gets a boyfriend. she's always on the phone with him, maybe he's picking her up after work (before she moved into neverland), she's spending her off days with him and is just so smitten with her new beau and michael hates it so bad. one day he overhears nanny on the phone and they're discussing building a life together (marriage and children) and michael decides he has to end this relationship now @notanotherfanficwriter
❤︎ this is gonna be a super quick thought because this actually ties into their full fic ! but oh my god i totally see it, and michael's suspicions started buzzing when you started leaving quickly once the kids went down. no longer staying for a few hours to talk about everything yet nothing with him, you barely stay for an hour barely 30 minutes other time before you're checking you watch and damn near running out the door.
he also picks up how the sweaters/sweatshirts you're wearing are slightly larger than normal and look familiarly like mens apparel.
but it doesn't click until a phone call pulls you away from the dinner table, excusing yourself as you walk a little further away as answer the call. and michael being michael is nosy and gets up minutes later, pretending to dig through the kitchen drawers for more silverware for the children like they're not eating perfectly fine with the silverware paris helped you set before dinner started. only to hear the ending of your conversation, "love you too, i'll see you later, yeah?" that's when a pit drops in michael's stomach, that's not talking to a family member, not the tone you're speaking in, and suddenly it's all clicking into why you've been asking to leave a earlier on friday and saturday nights. you have a boyfriend.
and maybe michael's gets messy. he ends up getting out of you one night that you indeed do have a boyfriend, it's fresh, you guys were talking for three months but only just recently made it official. which is exactly perfect for him to start worming his way into your mind, planting thoughts of doubt. because he means it, you're it for him, you're it for the kids, and this guy who can barely please himself let alone you is going to swoop in and steal you away.
a/n. this was so such a good ask ! it's like you read my mind. and apologies again for it being short, but this will be expanding on more and we'll be able to see michael's thought process more !!!
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