jaafar jackson’s muse

when your self-esteem takes a hit, it's jack who's there to pick up the pieces. it comes in waves; some days are better, others worse. he's begun to pick up on the difference from a bad day to when you're nose diving straight into rock bottom. jack has learned with time that loving you means patience and, boy, does he have it all for you. it's holding you in his embrace longer than when you're initially trying to pull away, sliding in behind you in bed and pressing kisses to your shoulder, trailing them up to your neck until his lips are pressed to your ear, whispering sweet nothings and i love you's until you relax in his arms. taking extra moments in the morning to look at you, to really truly see you in a living time frame, eyes full of fondness and heart swelling with love. stopping your hasty movements when you're fixating on a feature of your face that you despise, taking your hands in his and turning your chin till your looking at him.

"you're beautiful, baby... i love every inch of you, and i want you to know that when you can't love yourself the way you deserve, i'll take on the responsibility of doing it for both of us untill you can– and even then i'll love you tenfold. got it?"

even when you try to shake your head 'no' with tears stinging at your eyes and every negative thought of yourself is swirling in your head, he won't let the look of love fade from his face for even a moment, keeping his grip on your chin until you give a firm nod. he's kissing every tear away as he pushes you back to lie in the bed. lips pressed every bump, scar, stretch mark, discoloration, and fold of skin until he's buried himself inside you. every thrust and stroke as he holds your face, wet streaks of tears flooding your eyes and dampening his hands as he looks down at you. tears of sadness and frustration have become tears of disbelief that someone could love you so deeply.

synopsis: jaafar comes to pick up reader from a girls night out after she's had one too many drinks. unfortunately for him, that means she can only think about one thing; her perfect boyfriend.

pairing: jaafar jackson x reader

warnings: fluff, affectionate drunk reader, kissing

word count: 1,691

a/n: okay i haven't been able to stop thinking about how jaafar would be picking up his girlfriend from the club, when she's super drunk and kind of clingy. this was literally meant to be maybe 500 words so i don't know how i managed to write over triple that. also wrote this super late so im sorry if it's a bit incoherent lol. enjoy :)

“Baaaaby” you giggled down the phone, your friends trying to tug it out of your hands. “Hey! Stop thaaat. I’m talking to my boyfriend. Did you know I have a boyfrieeeend?” you slurred, questioning your friends. You were sitting at the bar in a crowded club, the flashing lights way too intense for the level of drunk you were at. Finally, your friend successfully grabbed your phone from you. You were too drunk to care, now way more interested in stacking and unstacking the shot glasses on the bar top.

“Jaafar? Can you come and get her? I think she’s had a few too many.” Your friend loudly asked down the phone, shouting over the music. Her finger was pressed to her ear to try and drown out the loud bass of the club as she squinted, looking at you humorously. Your other friends were dancing with the guys they’d met two drinks ago, but all you kept talking about was your boyfriend the entire night. You huffed out, crossing your arms over your chest thinking about him. Why wasn’t he here now? You’d much rather be with him, in the warmth of his embrace, rather than surrounded by sweaty bodies dancing much too close to yours. 

Your friend returned, taking your bag from you and putting your phone inside of it. “Right, Jaafar is on his way, okay? And definitely no more drinks for you.” She laughed, taking the half-drunk vodka cranberry from your hands. Your face lit up at the mention of your boyfriend. “Ohmygod is he really? Did he say anything about me on the phone?” you drunkenly babbled, your face growing redder as you cover your cheeks with your hands. Your friend sat next to you now, playfully rolling her eyes at your infatuation. She lifted her head towards the door, and as if on cue, Jaafar walked in. He was dressed in light jeans that hung low from his hips, and a white t-shirt that ended just at the right place, exposing the tiniest sliver of his lower stomach when he lifted his arm to run his fingers through his hair. 

He looked around, brows furrowed. Your friend stood up, waving to attract his attention, which caused you to whip your head around. Instantly, you straightened up and called out his name. “Babyyy! You came!” You shouted. His head turned from across the room, finding you sat at the bar with your friend. He slowly jogged over, lightly laughing with his eyebrows raised as he took in your drunken state. As he reached you, he instinctively reached out an arm to steady you as you got up and launched yourself at him, flinging your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. “I missed you soooo much” you slurred, hiccuping. Your friend looked between you and shook her head, handing him your bag. “Good luck with getting her home.” She chuckled. One of his arms was wrapped firmly around your waist, while the other took the bag from her. “Thank you for looking after her.” He said, looking between you and her with genuine appreciation. She shook her head before waving you both off, already getting pulled back onto the dance floor. 

“Let’s get you home baby, hm?” He said fondly, removing your grasp from around his neck and instead slinging one of your arms around his shoulder to get you to the car. His arm remained strong and steady around your waist as he slowly walked you outside, fingers pressed into your skin in a way that made your heart flutter, the alcohol definitely not helping. “You know, I didn’t even have thaaat much to drink. I swear I was sooo sensible.” You mumbled between hiccups, looking up at him. “I’m not sure that’s true, baby.” He softly replied, focused on making sure you didn’t trip on the steps getting out of the club. Under the warm glow of the street lights, you noticed that his jawline was particularly pronounced, and the curls that now fell over his forehead framed his face beautifully. He looked down at you at the feeling of your eyes on him, smirking when he saw the way you were smiling up at him. “Come on, focus on where you’re walking.” He murmured, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before guiding you by your hips to lean against his car while he opened the passenger door for you. You sighed softly at the loss of contact, watching his every move. The way the sleeve of his shirt was now slightly pushed up, revealing his bicep which flexed as he opened the car door. You subtly bit your lower lip as you observed, eyes trailing down his body slowly. “Enjoying the show?” He joked causing you to look up to his face, a slight flush dusting his cheeks as he faced you now. Immediately you reached a hand out towards him, stumbling in the process. “Carefully now, baby. Let’s get you into the car in one piece.” He said, hands now on your hips as he guided you to sit in the seat, before reaching over you to buckle your seatbelt. The action caused his shirt to lift again, and you reached towards his exposed stomach, fingers ghosting his skin. Jaafar sucked a breath in and caught your hand softly, chuckling. “What are you plotting, hm?” he asked, attempting to come across jokingly, but his voice came out slightly strained as his eyes narrowed, looking between yours suspiciously. Pleased with the effect you had on him, you hummed happily and smiled innocently back at him. 

The drive back is quieter, the silence filled with the sound of the radio playing on low. Jaafar’s hand rests on your thigh, the other on the steering wheel. Despite your previously talkative manner, you now quietly observe your perfect boyfriend as he drives you back home. His eyes remain focused on the road ahead, and as you come to a stop you pay attention to the way the red of the stop light bled softly through the car window, painting his skin. You think that he’s never looked more beautiful in his life. Jaafar’s eyes slightly widened, choking on the air. “Why, thank you, my very drunk girlfriend.” He laughs, glancing over to you and squeezing your thigh. Did you say that out loud? You just smile back at him, before resting your head against your hand against the car door, suddenly very tired.

You don’t recall arriving back home, but when you wake up Jaafar is carrying you bridal-style into the house. You leaned further into him, groggily looking around while trying to comprehend how long you were asleep for. When he notices that you are now awake, he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head before walking upstairs and placing you on the bed. You sit up and look around the warmly lit room as he takes your shoes off, a stark contrast to the harsh strobe lights of the club. You noticed that your pajamas are neatly folded on the edge of the bed next to you - he must’ve done that while you were out. He looks up at you now, “do you think you can change into your pajamas for me while I go and get you some water?” he asks. You nod, reaching for the clothes beside you while he stood up, heading for the door. 

Minutes later, he returned with a glass of water and aspirin, placing them both on your bedside table. You (somehow) managed to successfully change into your pajamas, clothes folded in a pathetic pile on the chair in the corner of your room. He glances over at them, lightly chuckling, before looking back at you. You’re sitting on top of the covers now, leaning on the pillows propped up behind you, as you watch him walk over to you. He braces his hands on either side of your body and kneels onto the mattress, then leans down and kisses you gently on the forehead. Before he can pull back and stand up, you grasp his face in your hands and kiss him so intensely that he freezes for a minute, before leaning into you and kissing you back. He smiles against your lips, kissing you once more before patting the side of your thigh. “I think you need some sleep.” He hums, amused. You groan, “No, I think I need my boyfriend.” You abruptly grasp the soft material of his shirt and pull him into you again, causing him to lose his balance and almost fall on top of you. He suppresses a laugh at your neediness, still managing to not crush you as he holds his body weight up by his arms. “You look really good from here.” You say dreamily, reaching up to brush one of his curls out of his eyes, then caressing his cheek. He smirks down at you. “You’re going to be mortified when I remind you of this in the morning.” he responds, cheeks pink from your compliments, before prying himself from your grip. 

• jaafar jackson x 𝒇!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ✦

sypnosis: after hours of agonizing public teasing at a candlelit dinner, the polite facade completely shatters the moment you return to your luxury honeymoon suite. out on a secluded midnight balcony, jaafar's usual modesty vanishes, replaced by a heavy, possessive hunger that leaves you completely undone.

​𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 ❤︎ smut, estabilished relationship, creampie/unprotected sex, risky sex (balcony), prasing, soft dom! jaafar, overstimulation?, the sweetest aftercare

the balcony doors of the luxury suite stood wide open, inviting the heavy, humid midnight breeze to sweep through the room and ripple the sheer white curtains. below, the private beach was swallowed by the darkness, defined only by the pale, silver crests of the ocean waves breaking against the shore. it was a breathtaking, serene view, but neither of you was looking at it.

the heavy mahogany door of the suite had barely clicked shut behind you, sealing out the rest of the world, before the polite facade of the evening completely shattered.

dinner at the exclusive beachside restaurant had been an exercise in absolute, calculated torture. tucked away in a secluded, candlelit booth with the sound of the tide in the background, you had spent hours playing the part of the perfect, glowing newlyweds. but beneath the crisp linen tablecloth, a completely different story was unfolding. the sexual tension had been a living, breathing thing between you from the moment you sat down.

jaafar’s large, smooth hand had spent the entire three courses sliding slowly up the inside of your thigh, his fingertips tracing maddening circles higher and higher, testing your boundaries until your fingers were gripping the stem of your wine glass just to keep from making a sound.you hadn't made it easy on him either. you had worn a stunning, long, tight crimson red dress that hugged every single curve of your body like a second skin. from the front, the fabric draped elegantly over your collarbones, but the moment you turned around, it was entirely backless, plunging all the way down to the very base of your spine and leaving an intoxicating amount of skin completely bare to his gaze, your hair up in a beautiful claw clip. it left so much, and yet absolutely everything, to his imagination, the rich red silk shimmering tantalizingly under the restaurant's dim lights every time you shifted. you had watched his pupils dilate the second you stood up, his jaw tightening as he struggled to maintain his composure while following you out.

now, there was no one left to behave for.

"i couldn't take another second of watching you sit across from me in that dress," jaafar murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated straight through the quiet suite.the usual modesty and gentle shyness that defined him during the day were entirely gone, replaced by a heavy, possessive hunger.

before you could even think about moving, he stepped into your space, his intense, unblinking focus locking onto yours. instead of rushing you to the bed, he slowly dropped to his knees right there in front of you.your breath hitched as his large, warm hands wrapped around your ankles. gently, deliberately, his long fingers unstrapped your high heels, sliding them off your feet one by one and setting them aside. but he didn't get up. instead, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the sensitive skin of your right ankle, making a delicious shiver run straight up your spine.

jaafar hummed against your skin, his hands sliding up the backs of your calves, gathering the long, tight red silk of your dress upward as he went. his lips followed his hands, trailing slow, burning kisses up your legs, tasting your skin seductively until his hands reached your thighs. you placed your hands on his broad shoulders for balance, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as his hot breath fanned against your inner thighs, completely undoing you before he even stood up, your moans, his favourite sounds, filling the sweet silence.

when he finally rose to his feet, he didn't waste another second. his strong arms slid under your back and knees, hoisting you effortlessly into a bridal carry. you gasped, your hands instinctively locking behind his neck as he completely bypassed the bed, striding with purpose straight out onto the expansive, secluded balcony. his long fingers reached for the back of your head, smoothly pulling the claw clip from your hair and tossing it aside. your waves tumbled down your bare back in the midnight breeze, but before the chill could even hit you, jaafar leaned down to press a hot, lingering kiss to your exposed neck, his heavy frame pinning you thoroughly against the frosted glass railing.

he set your bare feet down against the cool marble floor, but before you could fully catch your balance, he crowded you against the sleek railing, pinning you thoroughly with his heavy frame. his own brown silk blouse was already halfway open, exposing the broad, smooth expanse of his chest.

"jaafar, right here? someone might—" you whispered, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs as the open midnight air hit your skin.

"nobody can see you up here, angel," he interrupted softly, his signature tender smile flashing for a fraction of a second before his gaze darkened completely, his hands finding the completely bare expanse of your lower back.

"just me." his large hands cupped your jaw, his thumbs tilting your face up as he leaned down to destroy your mouth. the kiss was deep, wet, and demanding, his tongue sliding in to claim yours while a needy moan was stolen from your throat. your fingers dug into his biceps, feeling the thick muscle bunch under your touch as he pulled your naked back completely flush against his chest, letting you feel the rigid, aching proof of just how badly the hours of teasing had undone him.

without breaking the rhythm of the kiss, his palms tracked down the curve of your waist, bunching up the tight crimson fabric of your dress until it was gathered uselessly at your hips. his hands were burning hot against your bare skin, slipping inside the waistband of your lace panties. he pulled back just an inch, his hot breath fanning over your swollen lips.

"you're completely soaked f'me, mama," he whispered, his fingers discovering just how readied you were.

"let's get these off."

you stepped out of the fabric, your breath catching as he hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your back pressing against the sturdy railing. jaafar groaned, the friction of your soaking wet pussy grinding right against his clothed, thick length making his head roll back.

​he held you effortlessly with one arm, using his free hand to quickly unbutton his trousers and push his briefs down. his thick, heavy cock sprang free, completely dark and aching in the moonlight. you whimpered at the sight, your hands moving to his shoulders for balance.​"look at me, baby," he cooed softly, his voice a soothing contrast to the raw hunger in his eyes. he guided his tip to your entrance, smearing your natural slick up and down your slit until you were panting, desperate for the stretch. "take it for me."

​with one slow, heavy upward thrust, jaafar buried his entire length inside you.​your eyes clamped shut, a loud, echoing cry slipping from your lips into the midnight air as your tight walls stretched to accommodate his girth. it was so deep, bottoming out immediately, sending a shockwave of intense pleasure straight to your core.​

"fuck, you take me so well, ma," jaafar groaned directly into your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he started to move.

he didn't rush. he kept it slow and agonizingly deep, lifting you slightly and dropping you back down onto his shaft, hitting your g-spot with every single stroke.​the wet, smacking sounds of your bodies meeting mixed with the sound of the ocean waves below. you threw your head back, your fingers digging into his back as he began to pick up the pace, his grip on your hips tightening until his knuckles were white.​

"jaafar, oh my god... j, it's too much," you cried out, your body shaking from the sheer friction and depth of it.​

"shh, i've got you, sweet girl. you're okay," he murmured lovingly, completely controlling your movements. he leaned forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your jaw before his pace became feverish.

he was hitting it raw and hard from the bottom, his pelvis slamming against you with a bruising force that had you completely breathless. the intensity was entirely overwhelming, the deep friction spinning your head until your knees felt like absolute water.

"jaafar, please... i can't take it like this," you gasped against his neck, your fingers tightly knotted in his hair.

"i'm going to lose it, baby, please..." ​he let out a low, breathless rumble of a laugh against your skin, a deeply possessive sound that sent a fresh spike of heat through your core

"anything you want, mama."​​ he pulled out with a wet snap, making you whine at the sudden loss of heat. he set your feet on the cool marbled floor of the balcony but didn't let you rest. jaafar gripped your hips and turned you around, facing the ocean. he pushed your upper body down until your forearms were resting against the wide balcony railing, leaving your ass high in the air, completely exposed to him.​he didn't wait. he lined himself up and pushed back into you from behind in one hard, fluid motion.​

you screamed into the open air, the view of the dark ocean blurring as he began to ruthlessly fuck you from behind, his heavy torso leaning down flat against your bare back. the skin-on-skin contact was electric.​

before another loud cry could escape your lips, jaafar’s large, smooth hand slipped over your mouth, his fingers firmly trapping the sound and pressing your cheek gently against your forearm.​

"shh, quiet, angel," he growled low in your ear, his hot breath sending a violent shiver down your spine as his lower half worked you over with an unforgiving, rapid pace.

"we don't need the neighbors waking up to the sound of how good your husband is fucking you."

​the restriction only made the pleasure a hundred times more intense. your muffled moans vibrated heavily against his palm while his other hand reached underneath you to cup and roughly squeeze your breast, molding the soft skin as he buried his thick length into you over and over, driving you completely over the edge.

​"you're s'fucking beautiful like this," jaafar growled in your ear, his usual modesty completely gone, replaced by pure dominance. he reached up, tangling his fingers into your hair and pulling your head back gently so he could kiss your neck, biting down on the sensitive skin right where your shoulder met your neck.​you were entirely overwhelmed, your hands gripping the metal railing for dear life as his thick cock plunged in and out of your soaking wet walls, creating a tight, rolling pleasure that was rapidly pushing you over the edge.​

"rub your clit f'me angel. cum f' your husband," he commanded against your ear, his voice dropping into that dark, velvety register that always made you melt.​you reached down between your legs, your fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in sync with his heavy, rhythmic thrusts. the combination was lethal. your walls began to spasm tightly around him, clamping down on his shaft.​

"jaafar, i'm cumming! i'm cumming right now!"​

"go ahead, baby, take it all," he praised, his pace turning completely wild, hammering into you as your orgasm fractured through your entire body. you shook, screaming his name into the midnight air as your pussy milked him tightly.​the intense contractions of your climax immediately pushed him over the limit.

jaafar let out a loud, uncharacteristic growl, executing three more deeply desperate, bottoming-out thrusts before he pulled out at the very last second, painting your lower back and thighs with thick, warm ropes of his release.he collapsed forward against your back, his chest heaving heavily as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his racing heartbeat pressing flat against your bare skin. for a long, quiet minute, the only sounds on the balcony were the steady crash of the ocean waves below and your synchronized, ragged breathing.​slowly, the dominant, heavy fog of the pleasure began to lift, and jaafar softened, the intense lover slipping effortlessly back into the gentle gentleman.​

he wrapped his strong arms around your waist from behind, pulling your back tight against his bare chest, and began pressing soft, lingering kisses to the nape of your neck, right where his hickey was already cooling in the midnight breeze.​

"you okay, sweet girl?" he whispered, his voice dropping into that familiar, velvety cadence that always made you feel completely safe.​all you could do was nod sleepily, your body entirely melted against the railing. with a tender chuckle, jaafar turned you around in his arms. he looked down at you in the moonlight, his signature bright, bashful smile returning to his face as his large hands softly caressed your hips.

​"come here," he cooed, scooping you up into a tight, secure bridal carry once more. you happily hid your face in his neck, breathing in his delicious scent as he carried you off the balcony and into the cool, air-conditioned luxury of the suite.​instead of dropping you onto the sheets, he carried you straight into the spacious marble bathroom. he set you down on the counter with absolute reverence, as if you were made of glass. wordlessly, jaafar took a soft washcloth, running it under warm water. he stepped between your thighs, using one hand to gently support your waist while his other hand used the warm cloth to clean the small of your back and your thighs with meticulous, slow strokes, erasing every trace of the mess you’d just made outside.

​every touch was a declaration. when he was done, he tossed the cloth aside and leaned down, pressing a sweet, ticklish kiss to your bare knee, making you giggle deliriously in your exhausted state.​

"alright, sleepyhead, let's get you into bed," he smiled, lifting you one last time to bring you over to the massive king-sized mattress.​you both crawled under the crisp, white comforter, the cool air of the room a perfect contrast to the lingering heat of your skin. jaafar immediately pulled you into his chest, weaving his long legs into yours until you were completely tangled together. you rested your leg over his thigh, your hand drawing lazy, mindless circles over his broad chest while he ran his big, smooth fingers through your hair, gently untangling the knots left from the balcony.​

"you feel good, angel?" he murmured, leaning down to peck your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, leaving no part of your face untouched until you were smiling against his skin.​

"amazing, thanks to you," you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as the sheer weight of the exhaustion and satisfaction began to pull you under. despite the heavy, intoxicating sleepiness pulling at your eyelids, the sight of his thick arm draped over your waist was too tempting. leaning up just a fraction, you parted your lips and playfully bit down on your husband’s delicious bicep.​

jaafar let out a low, gravelly chuckle that vibrated deep in his chest, his fingers tightening on your hip.

"still hungry, sweetheart? i thought i just took care of that."

​"just admiring my view," you murmured sleepily against his skin, kissing the spot you'd just nipped before resting your jaw on his arm to look up at him. "you really are a prince."​

his signature bright smile flashed in the dim light of the bedroom, his eyes heavy but dark with a sudden, wicked amusement. he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand slid down to possessively cup your bare ass under the sheets, giving it a slow, firm squeeze.​

"only for you, princess," he whispered, his velvety voice dropping into that dark, teasing register. "now go to sleep. before you bite me again and find out exactly what a round two at 2 am feels like."​

you let out a soft giggle, a delicious shiver running down your spine as you buried your face right back into the crook of his neck, completely won over by his sweetness and the lingering heat of his touch.

"happy honeymoon, baby" , jaafar said finally.

　　﹕   (✿˘͈ᵕ˘͈)   ┈  why the pull out method fails.

　　┊   ♡   ﹒ off the wall era! ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ

　　┊   ♡   ﹒ summary : maybe stick to condoms, bestie!

　　┊   ♡   ﹒ byi : accidental creampie. pregnancy scare. inexperienced established couple. unsafe sex. j*e jackson appearance.

Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The pleasure was all consuming for both of you, making it hard to think about anything else. Your body was completely focused on the sensations he was causing you—how could you be expected to think clearly when he was hitting that spot inside of you that made your legs shake and toes curl? You were drunk off his cock, plain and simple. Who knew getting fucked raw would be so good?

“Mikey.. Mikey~!” You whined, your arms hugging his neck real close to you as Michael’s breathing grew heavier. His movements are becoming less rhythmic and more desperate as he ruts into you, the headboard knocking gently against the wall with each thrust, a soft sound that seemed to fit rhythmically with the repeated slapping noises.

“Baby.. feels good..” Michael whimpered softly, “Wanna be in it—forever.” A high pitched sound that betrayed his desperation leaves his lips. “And ever..”

His hips angled upward instinctively, trying to push even deeper into you despite the physical limitations of the position. It was clear he was chasing an impossible depth, driven by primal urges in his boy brain. He loved the feeling of your pussy, he’s never known a feeling that gives him this much of a fucking high.

You start fucking him back, your orgasm building rapidly as your walls start to pulsate and swallow even more of his length. Your inner muscles tighten around him and you throw your head back, covering your mouth with a hand as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You were completely focused on your own release, your hips rolling upwards in perfect rhythm with his desperate thrusts.

“Nggh.. hah..” Michael’s hips are still against you.

The realization struck so suddenly that for a moment neither of you understood it. Michael had barely lifted his head from your shoulder when the color drained from his face. His entire body went rigid beneath your hands, the warmth between you evaporating as confusion gave way to horror. You watched the exact moment the math happened behind his eyes. One second he was smiling, breathless and dazed he always was after making you cum, and the next.. he was staring past you at absolutely nothing, his expression.. stricken.

　 jack　abbot　　&.　　hyper fem ! reader

⠀𓊈 ♰ 𓊉 ⠀݁⠀⠀⠀˖⠀⠀ 𓃭 ⠀゛⠀ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑, his rugged hands firmly closed around your hips. You’re on top of him, his back is pressed against the ivory velvet of his dispensable couch. when you pull back he watches you, hooded lids framing his hazel irises. His tongue dark over his lips, tasting the gloss you left on him; His brows knitted. He didn’t recognize that one . Was that a new gloss ?

🍯 ꒰ sub!off the wall! m. jackson ﾒ black!fem reader ꒱

sunflower divider by 🌻🍯🐝— @kodaswrld

a/n —I had too much fun writing ts at 3 in the morning. Anddd…I may have gone a bit too freaky on this, but just know some ‘honey’ is involved 🍯.

Michael, oh how he loved getting his neck sucked on all the time by you, it was addicting.

everytime he visited your house y'all would end up just having a sleepover, and of course, some make out sessions from the lack of quantity time.

And oh boy, how much of a whimpering and moaning mess he was. His dick would be throbbing in his pants when you were on of him, slowly grinding against him.

He would moan and cry out your name like a chant across his tongue, eyes glued shut, trying to seize the moment.

Sometimes he’ll be too damn needy because he can't form words while your lips are sucking away on his neck.

“mmm…y’just don’t know how bad I needed this,” he moaned out, holding your waist tightly like you were going to stop.

Marking your territory was the best part—him complaining the next morning about it possibly being spotted in interviews or even by his parents.

“Angel, they're gonna see these in the interviews,” Michael looked in the mirror gently trying to rub away the hickey, but it creates a bigger red point. You grabbed his waist from behind and looked over his shoulder to see how big a mark you made last night, “hm, it’s ok, let them know who you belong to.” You kissed his shoulder.

You couldn't really care less, because in the moment he was all in for it—but never in for the consequences. How ironic.

But, if he didn't have any business stuff going on the next day, oh y'all had a field day in your house.

Everyone would be asleep, and it was you two, suckling on each other’s lips like this was y'all’s last supper. The make-outs always ended up with you in his lap and just sucking away at his neck.

You dug your nails in his afro, caressing his tight curls and tugging gently. Soft slurping and humming sounds filled the room, the noises aroused your boyfriend even more.

Each nibble you took at his neck you grinded harder around him, his breath hitched at your cunt rubbing on him through the fabric.

Michael thought giving each other’s hickeys and dry humping was a lost art—but oh no, y'all most definitely made multiple marks.

He loved how he looked like he could belong in a gallery from how many ‘signatures’ he had on him that night.

He would always beg you to suck his neck and you loved it. Hearing your name being moaned in your ear sent shivers running down your spine.

Your braids would always be covering your face so you would always hold them out of the way or attempt to tuck them behind your ear.

While he would be holding your braids you would start getting more touchy with him, leaving his aching neck to travel down to his abdomen. Lifting his shirt with your teeth—such a beautiful view.

Michael tried to help you but you didn't help, you were a big girl right? So let you do the things a big girl would for your angel.

“move yo hand” you asked him, still with his shirt in between your teeth. You then pinned his wrist to the sides of him, restraining him from touching you in any way, shape, or form.

Even though he hated how he couldn't get the access he wanted to you, oh how he loved how you took charge while being a bit bratty.

Once his shirt was completely above his vague abs, you reached for a jar of honey that was beside your bed hiding in between the dresser that you recently brought just for this moment.

Michael's eyes lit up at how you just pulled a honey jar out of nowhere, he was going to ask you why do you have that, but again, there's no questioning you when you know what you're doing.

As soon as you got it opened you reached for the honey dipper and drizzled the honey on his stomach, biting your lip as you watched it drip from the dipper onto his abdomen.

Your mouth watered at the sight, your boyfriend so needy and submissive underneath you, just waiting to see what you were gonna do next.

Once every drop was on him, you immediately dived in, slurping and sucking the stickiness off of him while still holding his wrist down.

You noticed he wasn't really saying anything so you let go of his wrist and held onto his sides instead. You looked up his shirt immediately flew to his mouth to muffle his moans.

Sometimes when he’s too in the moment he’ll be embarrassed by how loud he’d be, but you never cared, hearing your sweet boy was the only thing that mattered when it came to his pleasure.

“lemme hear you, baby,” you softly pinched on his sides, letting up from his stomach.

He was dead ass mesmerized by your tongue action, just slurping up the nectar straight from the source.

‘Is this how bees feel like?’ Michael could just imagine.

He slowly released the shirt from his mouth and let out a soft whimpering noise. Cheating heaving from long he’s been holding that in.

He truly didn't know what to do with his hands, help you with your braids, spread the honey, or just lie there helplessly.

He would just lay there watching how you just cleaned him up that fast. What else could that tongue do?

You let up from his stomach once more, you grabbed for the honey again and put some in your mouth, not too much, not too little—just right.

Michael immediately set up on his forearms, watching your every move. As you filled your mouth with the sweet nectar, some escaped from your mouth.

The honey glistening on your chin from the warm dim lights turned Michael on so bad. He wanted to eat you so bad.

You crawled to his face, biting your lips while trying to keep the honey in your mouth, Michael didn’t know what your next move was but he was prepared.

He reached to cup your jaw as you came in for a kiss. The sweet home danced on both of your taste buds, this was straight heaven.

You both moaned at the taste and the way you both chased the sweetness of the nectar in your mouths. “mmm, honey,” he mumbled into the kiss.

Honey and spit were now being swapped, you have never done this before but you damn sure bombed it for a first try.

Collecting honey in each other’s mouths was a good idea, bees being hungry and eager and never leaving a single drop of nectar behind.

You tugged at his fro, egging him on to keep kissing you, you both didn’t want this to end.

Your hand trailed down to his hard dick in his pants. He was soaked from the dry humping and the sight of you licking his abs clean.

His hand flew to caress your left titty, you gasped at the sudden grip on your chest. As he caressed your hardened nipples through your shirt, you then proceeded to untie his sweats and pulled them down as well as his soaked boxers just halfway down his thigh.

He was huge, all of his 7 ½ inches were pumping pre-cum from his peachy tip. Michael was as surprised as you were, he didn’t know how turned on he was until he saw the impact of how much you were doing to him, which really got him going.

You began stroking your boyfriend while swallowing his moans in your mouth. He let go of the kiss to watch how your hand was gripped around him—his mind was racing like crazy.

“mmm..angel—ngghh!” He cried out, his Adam’s apple exposed when his head flew up.

You took this as an opportunity to latch yourself onto his neck, and peppering kisses on his Adam’s apple. “y’like that, honey?” You whispered on his jawline. The new pet name made him choke on his moan.

He incoherently nodded at your dirty talking. “can’t hear you, pretty boy, speak up.” You stroked harder to get a louder moan out of him.

“yes, yes, I do—aaah!” You let out a breathy laugh as his moans interrupted him from making a complete sentence.

“y’doin so good f’me” you cooed in your boyfriend's ear, and then kissed his salty tears.

He could barely keep his eyes open, you stroking him with a harsh pace, kissing his jawline, and sucking on his neck like he’s honeysuckle.

Overstimulation was one of your favorites, but the honey?—was the icing on top.

As you stroked him harder his hips bucked upwards, ‘he’s close’ is all you thought. So, at the sight of him chasing your hand made you stroke him even harder.

“fuuuckk, angel, ngghh” pornographic moans left his mouth, he reached for your wrist as you fastened your pace.

“what’s wrong?” You looked up at his fucked out figure with puppy eyes and a slight pout. You tilted your head to get a better look at his face.

“is it too much?” You teased with a grin on your face. “d’you want me to stop?”

The word “stop” made him instantly look at you, your eye contact while still milking him like a cow was driving him insane.

“no, no, keep goin” he moaned out, trying to catch his breath. It was like you were sucking the soul out of him without even using your mouth.

y’gonna cum f’’me, hm?” you got up all in his face teasingly, staring at the beads of sweat traveling down his forehead.

He was going to say yes but he thought to just kiss you to muffle his moans from his release.

You both groaned and moaned in each other's mouths, it was like a competition on who could moan the loudest. He cupped your face while kissing you, as you were still pumping, his nectar dripped from his tip and onto your hand.

He let up from the kiss to see how much of a mess he had made, eyes rolling from the sight.

As he calmed down from his climax he looked at you with those eyes. Pushing you back on your bed, and spreading your legs. You yelped at how excited Michael was to now go down on you.

“s’my turn” he said all giddy, while pulling your legs onto his shoulder for support.

ೄ ◞♡ imagine pervy bsf!michael teaching you how to suck his cock , because you thought suggesting to play never have I ever would create silly memories and kill time before sleep catches the both of you. You didn’t know that it would lead to you exposing your innocence, cheeks flushing after a hard admit.

Lucky for you though, you have a best friend who’s nice enough to have you practice on him so you won’t go embarrassing yourself to a man you’ll want to impress.

His cock sits heavy on your tongue, feeling the full weight of him, silken skin over thick, aching heat. You listen to every advice he gives you: “Use your tongue.” You drag it along the vein, tasting his arousal. “Use less teeth.” You adjust instantly, eager to correct, lips softening. “Take it in deeper.” And you do, carefully breathing through your nose as you sink him further down.

You feel the stroke of his thumb against your cheek, letting out a slow exhale. “Good girl, just like that.”

The praise hits you right into your core, unraveling you from the inside out. You get eager for more of it, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue goes to flick over the head, precum slick and warm on the wet muscle.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this?” He questions, watching you push yourself past hesitation, the head of his cock nudging against the entrance of your throat dizzying him.

“Since you’re getting so brave..”

His hand finds its way to your hair, steadying you to give a first, gentle buck of his hips, testing how well you take it. A strangled, desperate sound escapes you, yet you do not pull back. Your throat tightens in preparation for more, thighs rubbing together for your own shameful pleasure.

IM SO HAPPY YOURE JUMPING ON THE BARAN TRAIN !!!!!! mama baran has been on my mind since forever its actually so serious . . heres some more mean baran tho <33

i hc baran to be the type to prefer edging / denial over overstim as punishment when youre acting up . . she knows it wouldn’t really be a punishment to have her actually touch you.

she’s definitely not above using you for her own pleasure and she can be downright cruell about it . . she’d make you wear a strap and bounce on it in your lap, have you fully clothed so you can’t even feel her skin against yours.

she’s a vision, hips moving up n down in an almost hypnotic rhythm, her tits jiggling in your face, brows furrowed in pleasure as she lets out the prettiest sounds.

but you’re not allowed to touch her. and she won’t use restraints because she’s teaching you self control. shushes you, tells you quiet, baby. i didn’t say you could speak. when you whine out a mommy, please..

if you even try touching her in any way, she’ll sternly tell you to close your eyes. don’t open them till i say so, okay?

your hands tremble at your sides, and your body tenses as you try not to buck your hips up into her heat. desperate tears form in your eyes and you close them tight.

she takes away all your senses one by one, and the only thing you’re allowed to have by the end is the sound of her low moans and the schlick schlick of her soaking pussy on your strap <3

MDNI 18+

Jackie Jackson x reader

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Synopsis: Reader is upset about recent magazine article, Jackie reassures her with his mouth—both literally and figuratively ;)

Warnings: nsfw 18+, jealousy, insecurity, reader hits jackie slightly and ridicules him (no abusive intent there), oral sex (female receiving)

Word Count: 1597

a/n: this is inspired by a brief interview Jackie had in Right on! (1973). Thought this would make for a good ol' angsty smut lol, no hate to Olympia she’s so beautiful i love her downnnn

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a/n: this is lowk the nastiestt thing I’ve wrote by far

( HIStory! michael )

The rainfall against the panoramic windows of Michael’s private penthouse suite overlooks a blurred, neon-streaked city skyline. Inside, the atmosphere is a sharp contrast—low-lit, quiet, and thick with a heavy, stifling tension. The air smells subtly of rich vanilla, rain, and the faint, woodsy spice of his cologne.

You’re pacing the hardwood floor, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, your posture completely defensive. You’d arrived at his door an hour ago, drenched from the storm and utterly shattered after another explosive, draining fight with your partner. But instead of the gentle, passive comfort you usually expected from Michael, you had run right into a wall of unyielding, mature masculinity. It is 1995, and the commanding presence of a newly found era clings to him effortlessly. His short, sharp haircut framing a face that is currently hardened with an unfamiliar, burning frustration.

"Look, I really don't need you judging my life right now, Michael," you say, your voice tight, trembling with a quiet, defensive anger as you turn away from him. "I came over here because you're my friend, not to have you dissect my entire relationship the second I walk through the door."

"I'm not judging you, y/n," he says softly, his voice dropping into a low, deceptively calm purr as he leans against the edge of the kitchen island. He plays with the cuff of his sleeve, his eyes fixed on you with a piercing, unyielding intensity. "But let's be real for a second. A guy who actually gives a shit about you doesn't let you walk out into a downpour at two in the morning. He doesn't make you feel small. It’s just pathetic, and honestly, you know it."

You take immediate offense, stepping closer, your jaw clenched. "You think it’s that simple? You think you have it all figured out? You don't know the history between us. You don't know what we've built or what we've been through. You're being an asshole right now, Mike, and it's seriously crossing a line."

"I’m being direct," Michael shoots back, his voice dropping an octave, low and vibrating with an unchecked, protective fury. He steps away from the counter, closing the distance between you until his towering frame completely dominates your space. He doesn't yell, but the sheer weight of his words shakes you. "I have to sit here and play the supportive friend while he steadily breaks you down. I have to watch him treat you like you're disposable when you are the most precious thing on this earth. It's insulting to watch, y/n. It's driving me insane because you deserve a real man, and you're wasting yourself on a coward who doesn't even know what he has."

"That is none of your business!" you snap, throwing your hands up. "Why do you even care so much? Why do you always have to say something about him?!"

"Because I love you, for gods sake!" Michael drops his head back, letting out a sharp, frustrated breath. "I care because it's killing me to see you like this."

Anger and shock flash through you all at once. Unable to process the raw confession hanging heavily in the room, you turn on your heel. "I can't do this right now. I'm going to bed."

You storm off down the long, dimly lit hallway, heading straight toward the guest bedroom at the end of the hall. You throw the door open, stepping onto the plush carpet, but before you can slam the door shut behind you, Michael’s large hand catches the edge of the wood. He slips into the room effortlessly, shutting the door behind himself with a quiet, deliberate click.

The guest bedroom is bathed in shadow, the only light coming from the city glow bleeding through the sheer curtains. Both of you are breathing heavily, standing mere inches apart in the middle of the room. Your heart is hammering a frantic, thunderous rhythm. The harsh disagreement instantly curdles into a thick, overwhelming sexual tension. Michael’s gaze drops to your mouth with a fierce, starved desperation, his lips parted as he breathes in your air. The mask of the polite superstar is entirely gone.

"Michael, just leave it," you whisper, though your voice lacks any real conviction now. Your chest is practically brushing against his. The explicit, heavy attraction pulsing between you is undeniable.

"I can't," he murmurs, his voice a raw, velvety thread.

He steps forward, his large, warm hands coming up to aggressively cup your face, his long fingers tangling into your hair as he pulls you into him. His lips crash against yours with a heavy, unbridled hunger that knocks the remaining wind from your lungs. It is a desperate, hurried collision—a release of years of unspoken longing and protective restraint.

You give in with a soft groan, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck as your mouth opens beneath his.

The make-out is intense, wet, and deeply possessive. Michael dominates your mouth, his tongue sliding past your lips in a deep, consuming stroke that makes your knees buckle. He tastes like heat and vanilla, his breath hot against your face as he groans into the kiss, a low, needy sound that vibrates straight down through you. He backs you up blindly until your calves hit the edge of the mattress, and both of you tumble onto the bed, his heavy frame pinning you into the soft duvet, anchoring you to his heat.

His hands leave your face, moving with a hurried, electric urgency. They slide down your throat, his large palms smoothing over your shoulders before gripping the fabric of your damp shirt, pulling at it desperately. He tears himself away from your lips for a split second, both of you panting raggedly, your eyes locked in a dark, breathless trance.

"I've wanted you for so long," he pants against your lips, his voice a raw, trembling whisper before he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

He shifts into an agonizingly hot sequence of foreplay, refusing to rush straight into anything despite the frantic energy pulsing between you. His lips trail down your jawline, his teeth biting firmly into the sensitive skin of your pulse point, leaving sweet, stinging marks on your throat that make you arch your back off the bed.

His hands move down to your shirt, his fingers lifting the damp fabric with frantic precision, pushing it off your shoulders, letting it drop away. Next come his own buttons. He tears his silk shirt open, ripping it off his arms and tossing it aside, exposing the lean, heavily muscled expanse of his chest.

He presses himself flat against you, bare skin meeting bare skin, the friction instantly setting you on fire. Michael groans out loud at the sensation, his mouth returning to yours, kissing you harder, deeper, his tongue swirling with yours as his hands slide down to your skirt. He hitches the fabric up past your hips, stripping your underwear down your legs until you are completely bare from the waist down.

Instead of staying over you, Michael suddenly shifts down the bed, crawling between your legs.

Your breath hitches as you look down, your hands coming up to grip the headboard for balance. Michael doesn't hesitate. He hitches your knees up over his shoulders, opening you completely, and buries his face directly between your legs. The first touch of his hot, wet tongue against your swollen clit makes you scream out loud, your fingers digging directly into the mattress sheets.

He treats your body like a masterpiece, his mouth watering as he laps up your juices, his tongue moving in long, heavy, upward strokes that completely saturate your pussy. He slides two fingers deep inside your wet cunt, pumping them hard and fast while his lips lock tightly around your clit, sucking on it with a ruthless, greedy hunger. A soft, breathless whimper escapes the back of Michael’s throat—a raw, desperate sound of pure arousal that drives you insane as he drinks you in. The sensation is entirely overwhelming, a deep, electric heat building so rapidly that your thighs begin to tremble violently.

Michael looks up at you from between your legs, his eyes completely dark, his mouth slick with your wetness. He hooks his fingers deeper into your cunt, bedroom-eyed and completely confident as he uses his thumb to hook onto your G-spot, applying a heavy, rhythmic pressure while his tongue twirls relentlessly over your clit, letting out another high, needy whimper against your skin as he feels you tremble.

"I'll touch all the places he would not," Michael murmurs against your wet skin, his voice a deep, vibrating growl.

The specialized, heavy pressure of his fingers combined with the relentless suction of his mouth hits a nerve you have never felt before. Your eyes roll back, your chest heaving as a terrifyingly intense, explosive sensation ripples through your lower stomach. You try to pull away, crying out in panic, "Michael, wait! Something's wrong, I'm gonna—"

"Don't you dare stop it," he commands, his fingers pumping harder, his tongue locking down on your clit as he whimpers louder, desperate to feel you break. "Let it go, baby. Give it to me."

With a loud, broken wail, your body shatters. A massive, uncontrollable wave of release slams through your cunt, and a heavy, soaking spray of fluid gushes out from your soaking wet pussy, completely covering Michael’s face, chest, and hands. You sob out loud, your thighs buckling completely as you squirt violently against his mouth, your internal muscles clenching around his fingers in a tight, pulsing vice.

Instead of pulling away, Michael gets incredibly nasty. He stays right there between your trembling thighs, holding you open as he greedily licks and sucks the remaining fluid from your dripping vagina, audibly swallowing your sweet juices right in front of you. He cleans you off with long, lazy strokes of his tongue, licking up his own chest and face, thoroughly enjoying the taste of your submission.

You watch him, completely blown out and breathless, your face burning with a mixture of shock and intense arousal.

Michael stands up on the mattress, entirely slick with your wetness, his breathing heavy and erratic. He strips off his trousers along with his briefs until his thick, fully hard length pops free, twitching in the dim light. He crawls back over your body, spreading your wet thighs wide and anchoring himself over you.

Before he can push inside, you reach down, your fingers wrapping securely around the base of his shaft. Michael lets out a sharp, hitching gasp, his entire body freezing as you begin to stroke him, your palm moving slowly up and down his thick length, slicking his cock with the juices still coating your hand. You look up into his dark, dilated eyes, a sudden wave of bold, electric confidence washing over you.

"Show me, Michael," you whisper, your voice dripping with sweet temptation as you slide your hand to his tip, guiding it right against your aching, soaking wet opening. "Show me how bad you want it."

Michael’s jaw tightens, a low, animalistic growl ripping from his throat at your words. He doesn't say another syllable. He positions himself, and you slowly, deliberately guide him in, letting your hips rise as you slide his entire cock deep inside your vagina in one heavy, merciless stroke.

The entry is thick, tight, and completely unvarnished. You let out a sharp, breathless scream, your cunt tightly clamping around his thick shaft as he bottoms out completely inside you. Michael freezes for half a second, his eyes closing as a ragged groan tears from his throat, his face twisting in pure, intense pleasure from how tight you are gripping him.

"God, y/n... you feel so fucking good," he growls, his voice completely raw.

He doesn't ease you into the rhythm. Michael begins to fuck you with a heavy, aggressive force, his hips pounding ruthlessly against yours. Every thrust is deep, hard, and blunt, the loud, wet sound of his penis slapping against your vagina echoing sharply through the quiet room. He lifts your legs high over his shoulders, using his commanding strength to open your cunt up wider, driving himself into you at an angle that hits your G-spot with every single push.

You lose your mind entirely. You cling to his bare, sweating shoulders, your nails scratching deep red lines down his back as he pumps into you over and over again. The friction is blazing hot, completely suffocating. Michael’s breathing turns into ragged, animalistic pants against your ear, his short hair damp with sweat as his movements get faster, wilder, entirely stripped of any pop-star perfection. He is just a man taking what belongs to him, fucking your cunt with a desperate, possessive hunger.

He changes the angle, pulling your hips to the very edge of the bed and lifting your legs until you are completely bent in half. He thrusts harder, his penis bottoming out so deeply inside your vagina that your vision spots, your wetness splashing against his thighs with every heavy slam of his pelvis.

"Let me feel it," he pants heavily, his teeth biting into your shoulder as your internal walls begin to spasm violently around his shaft. "Cum again for me, y/n. Let me feel you break."

The blunt, relentless speed of his hips pushes you completely over the edge for the second time. You scream out his name, your entire cunt convulsing as a violent, shattering orgasm ripples through you, clamping around his dick like a vice.

Hearing your release completely breaks Michael’s restraint. He lets out a sharp, unbridled cry against your neck, his hips driving into your cunt three more times with a frantic, blinding speed before he shoves his pelvis flush against yours. He locks his body tight, shuddering violently as he shoots a hot, thick torrent of cum deep inside your pulsing hole. He holds himself buried inside you, gasping for air, his chest heaving heavily against yours as his release pours into you, the thunderous, erratic pounding of his heart slamming right against your ribs.

The high-octane heat slowly cools, leaving behind a thick, tooth-aching sweetness that fills the quiet bedroom.

Michael carefully slides out of your wetness, but he doesn't let you go. Instead, he shifts his weight, pulling your fountain-drenched, trembling body flush against his side, pulling the heavy duvet up over both of your shoulders to shield your bare skin from the draft.

The fierce, dominant man from moments before completely softens. He keeps you tangled in his long legs, his fingers beginning a slow, soothing motion down your spine.

"Are you okay, ma?" he whispers into the dark, his voice dropping into that gentle, nurturing register, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head.

"I've never been better, Mike," you whisper back, your hand resting over his chest, listening to the steady, slowing rhythm of his pulse.

Michael lets out a soft, giddy giggle, his chest vibrating against your cheek. He cradles your face, tilting your head up so he can look into your eyes with an unshakeable, lifelong certainty. "You and him are over, y/n. I'm going to take care of you from now on. You're never going back to that dark place. I've got you. Always."

pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader

era: off the wall

summary: what began as a delightful night spent alone after weeks of distance has turned into you licking icing off his fingers

content: suggestive!themes but no smut, playful teasing, fluff, inexperienced!Michael

a/n: sorry for my absence everyone, i've been getting into editing (@sgecat on tiktok). here's a little short one to keep you company. love you guys!

Today's the day!

After weeks of rehearsals, lonely late-night phone calls, interviews, jet lag, and exhaustion that clings to your bones, you finally had him to yourself.

Your love. Your Michael.

⋆ FEATURING: mature!michael x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: michael is sick and tired of you running from him when he’s trying to eat. based on this request

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI — oral (f receiving), mention of squirting, soft dom!michael, bratty!reader, soft launching my daddy kink if you squint, small mention of michael wanting to tie reader up with his belt

WC: 1.1k

AN: i lowkey hate this so if this doesn’t make a single ounce of sense im sorry lol

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“come here.” michael curls his pointer finger towards you as soon as you both step into the hotel room.

you blank him, sitting down on the edge of the bed so you can take off your heels.

you are so mad at him. how dare he take you to another city so you can watch him get an award, just for him to practically ignore you the whole night.

contains: fluff, kissing, established feelings

a/n: Justice for her because why is everyone forgetting it’s her job as a bombshell?? (requested)

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You and Sol had established feelings for each other, you both loved each other's personality and had total hots for each other. However, it was put on hold due to Sol's connection with Sincere.

Today, there was a challenge, girls vs boys where you as a team had to decided which question related to the islander best. You either had to pie them or kiss them.

So far into the challenge, things were going fine, nobody was really offended by getting picked. That was until Zach pied Sol. The question was, "Pie the person who is most likely to disregard girl code for their connection." Zach walked up and pied Sol.

Which was complete bullshit, it was Sol's job to step on toes, matter a fact, it's everyone's job to step on toes if you have a connection. She was clearly upset with their choice, she disappeared into the kitchen with tears falling from her eyes.

You follow behind her, so do the rest of the girls. "It's bullshit Sol, you're a bombshell, it's your job." You tell her. You don't care what the rest of the girls had to say about your statement, it was true.

Everyone coo'ed around her, trying their best to make her feel better and eventually, she came back to the game. But that's where it ended, the hosts of after sun left and everyone went their separate ways.

You went with Sol alone in speakeasy, "I'm just so tired of it, everyone is so clique with the group and just because I'm exploring a connection, I'm not invited to be anyone's friend." She admits.

Your heart breaks for her, it can't be easy to come in later than everyone else and then not be accepted for something you're supposed to do. It's not even like she's going out of her way to cause trouble between Sincere and Melanie, from all she's told you Sincere starts everything between the two of them. "I'm so sorry baby, you don't deserve it at all. I wish they'd just take a chance to get to know you the way I know you." you consol.

She presses her lips together in a warm smile, her eyes glossy red as tears continue spilling. "They will see eventually, you're great and Melanie will eventually realize Sincere is the problem, not you." You add.

You grab her hand, lightly rubbing back and forth on the back of her hand, she comes in closer, resting her head against your chest, "I'm just happy I have you." she admits. "Always." you reply, lightly grazing your nails up and down her arm.

She looks up at you, her pretty golden-brown eyes dilated fully with love, you cup her face, pulling her in for a kiss.

The kiss is smooth, it's not rushed. Your tongues claim each other's mouth, leaving room for nobody else. Her hand rests lightly just under your breasts.

The kiss ends casually, the both of you sit there for a minute before Sincere comes in and asks to pull her.

As you sat on the daybeds with Aniya, Ariana walks in. She groups everyone at the fireplace and instructs the three bombshells to stand at the front. The worry on Sols face is visible, all you wanted was to get her off of this toxic ass island and show her how she should be treated.

Sol was a goddess, she was nice to everyone even when they were so shitty to her, she has the prettiest face and her skin glows, her smile was unreal, everything about her inside and out was perfect and you wished she could be treated how she deserves.

Not as a second option, not as someone to be snuck around, she deserved to be first option and showed to the entire world.

Everyone else gets coupled up, Jen goes with Gabe, Kenzie goes with Caleb and lastly was Sol. Everyone for sure thought she'd be paired with Sincere. Really, that's the only person she's been able to form a real connection with. As far as you've heard, the talks are great and when it's just them, he treats her as if she's the whole world, the only issue was the way he treated her around everyone else.

"Sol, America has been voting. And the person they want you to couple up with comes as a shock." Ariana announces. Everyone turns their head, it was very obvious Sol and Sincere had something and she didn't tell you about anyone else, so who could it be?

"The person America would like to couple you up with is.. y/n!" Ariana announces. A shocked look forms on everyone's face as they all turn to look at you. You didn't care about everyone else looking, all you cared about was Sol. You couldn't believe it was even an option to get you coupled up.

Your cheeks began to heat up and an uncontrollable smile formed on your face as Sol walked up to you. "Sol, Y/n, please tell us more about this." Ariana says. The both of you turn to look at each other and she signals you to speak first, "Well, it just kind of happened, we weren't going to tell anyone because she had it going with Sincere but I guess America had other plans." you say.

You look towards Sol to see what she has to say, "Yeah, I'm really happy America liked what they saw enough to bring us together. I'm super lucky to be paired with such an amazing girl." She says. Everyone around the firepit is smiling ear to ear, not one ounce of judgement in that villa.

Finally, it was time to get ready for bed, you couldn't wait to have the opportunity to sleep right beside her. "I can't believe you guys didn't say anything." Aniya says, "Yeah I didn't have a clue in the world" Melanie adds. The both of you chuckle, "Hey, we didn't see it coming either." You say.

Once everyone is done getting ready you all head to the bedroom, you and Sol climb into bed together, pressing a few quick kisses before cuddling up next to each other, the warmth of her skin pressed flush against yours.