jaafar jackson’s muse

pairing: jaafar jackson x actress!reader (i imagine a black reader but feel free to imagine whatever <3) summary: you attempt to prevent chemistry for the sake of your hiatus, but you fold lowkey instantly. jaafar struggles with keeping his reactions/facial expressions to himself. wc: 3.9k one. two (current).

you feel the shift in you brain as the room falls silent.

you're aware of everything surrounding you in an uncharacteristic way. the hum of a water dispenser tucked into the corner of the room. the eyes watching your every move, evaluating, judging. the sounds of pages turning. the brushing of shoulders as the two of you shift closer to the script, your bodies naturally leaning toward one another.

thinkin abt michael n his jerri curl juice😤 (not proofread duhh—I ain’t got no food in meh )

imagininnn this rn omg 😭 bro fr did not care that he was drenched

so the triumph tour is draining tf outta him right? but the second he gets back to the shared hotel suite he don’t even care about getting changed or washing off. mf still in his full stage suit, sparkly, sweaty, and completely exhausted, but the moment he sees u laying on the bed, he literally just faceplants right on top of u, earning him a groan from u.

u immediately gag cuz he is soaked n u just washed ur hair and put on clean pjs.

"michael get tf off me oh my god u are literally dripping!!" u cussing him tf out, hands on his chest trying to push his heavy ass off u but he literally weighing himself down on purpose. he just lets out that little tired ass giggle against ur skin.

"missed you," he mumbles, voice all raspy from singing don’t stop til u get enough and others for two hours.

"i don't care go take a shower u nasty!!" u huffing, pushing at his shoulders but he completely ignores u. he starts burying his face in ur neck, leaving wet, warm kisses all over ur jawline and down to ur sternum. his curls are damp and messing up ur pillows but he literally do not give a single fuck right now.

u trying low key to stay mad and keep pushing him away but then his hands slide right under ur top, gripping ur tiddys fr and squeezing softly, just holding u like he needed to ground himself. he’s kissing u so deep and slow now, trailing down ur chest, just worshipping u in his own lil way cuz he was away from u all day.

"michael fr..." u try to say again but it comes out way softer this time cuz the way he’s holding u n kissing down ur body got u melting into the mattress, completely forgetting that he’s ruining ur clean clothes while u pull ur lip into ur mouth so u could hold back ur moans.

18+

mature!michael who was trying so hard to sleep but, his brain couldn’t stop going over the choreography he spent hours trying to perfect.

mature!michael who decided to give up on sleeping, tossing the silky sheets to the ground before making his way to the buzzing computer monitor that sat tucked away in the corner of his room.

mature!michael who logged onto his favorite porn website under his alias 'kingtut777', scrolling through the various live cam girls trying to find something or someone who peeked his interest.

mature!michael who quickly clicked through the different profiles, unimpressed by the fake moans and unenthusiastic fucking taking over his entire screen.

mature!michael who ran a tired hand through his messy hair, about to shut his computer down before he clicked on your profile.

mature!michael who pulled himself closer to the screen, attempting to get a better look at the sight in front of him. you sloppily grinding against your pink cotton pillow, rolling your own perked nipple in between your fingers.

mature!michael who couldn’t believe the masterpiece on his screen, the way your hips bucked against the pillow hungrily, leaving a creamy sticky mess on the pink fabric.

mature!michael who’s hand found itself wrapped around his hard length, stroking himself at a slow agonizing pace, determined to finish at the same time of your own release.

mature!michael who bit down harshly on his finger, watching intensely as you pumped two fingers into your pussy, begging the viewers on the other side to help you cum.

mature!michael who’s own pace quickened up, teasingly rubbing his thumb over his leaking tip. he closed his eyes, the sight of your essence seeping out and dripping onto the pillow becoming to overstimulating for his own pleasure, threatening an early release. he could tell by the way you choked on your breath that your release was nearing.

mature!michael who’s eyes shot open at the sound of your loud wail, throbbing dick shooting out large spurts of thick cum as he stroked himself lazily, watching as you fucked the clear liquid out of yourself, squirting all over the sticky pink pillow.

mature!michael who was left breathless, damp chest heaving up and down, tipping you $200 and deciding that you were his new favorite cam girl.

jermajesty x fem!reader

wc: 980

warnings: kissing, flirting, jealousy, pda

summary: after watching a bombshell pull jermajesty for chats all day, reader starts feeling jealous for the first time in the villa. jermajesty quickly notices something is wrong and pulls her aside that night, reassuring her that no matter who enters the villa, she’s still the only girl he wants.

i was inspired to make this by this post, i kindaaa want to make another version where it’s toxic jermajesty and reader enemies to lovers.. 👀

the first thing jermajesty noticed about you was your smile. the second thing he noticed was that he couldn’t stop looking at you. which became a problem almost immediately. because the second the host announced it was time to couple up, he was already hoping you’d choose him. and judging by the way you kept glancing over at him, he wasn’t the only one. the girls stepped forward first. your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. there were plenty of attractive guys standing in front of you. but only one of them had managed to make you nervous. only one of them had held eye contact with you the entire introduction. only one of them was smiling at you right now. you stepped forward. and stopped in front of jermajesty. the villa immediately erupted.

the boys were already cheering, jermajesty’s grin was impossible to miss. then came his turn. the host asked if he wanted to stay in the couple. without hesitation, “absolutely.” the girls screamed. the boys screamed. and you immediately buried your face in your hands. “oh my god.” jermajesty laughed.

“ you embarrassed already?” “maybe.” “good.” you looked up. “good?” “means you like me.” the villa hadn’t even been open for thirty minutes and he was already flirting.

the first night was somehow even worse. or better. depending on who you asked. the islanders sat around the fire pit getting to know one another. yet somehow every conversation kept ending with you and jermajesty. the two of you sat shoulder to shoulder. then knee to knee. then his arm somehow ended up behind you. nobody knew exactly when it happened. not even you. but it stayed there. comfortably, like it belonged there. one of the girls finally noticed. “oh, wow.” you looked over “what?” she pointed. “you guys.” “what about us?” “you’ve literally been touching each other all night.” your face heated instantly. jermajesty didn’t look bothered in the slightest. his arm squeezed your shoulder. “if it makes you feel better, i’m having a great time.” the villa groaned.

by day three, things had gotten significantly worse, or better. you woke up that morning with your head resting on his shoulder. his arm wrapped around your waist. both of you still asleep. the boys were the first to notice. “bro.” nothing. “bro.” still nothing. “jermajesty.” his eyes cracked open. “what?” the boys pointed. jermajesty looked down. saw you curled against him. then smiled like an idiot. the boys immediately started throwing pillows at him.

by the end of the first week, the villa had completely accepted that the two of you were attached at the hip. if jermajesty was in the pool, you were in the pool. if you were sunbathing, he was somehow lying directly beside you. if one of you disappeared, the other wasn’t far behind. the pda wasn’t helping. hand holding, forehead kisses , his arm stayed around your waists, his hand on your thigh during every chat, your legs draped over his whenever you sat together. at one point one of the girls finally snapped. “you two do know this isn’t a honeymoon, right?” jermajesty looked genuinely confused. you laughed. “what?”

“you just met each other seven days ago.” he immediately pulled you closer. “best seven days of my life.”

the bombshell had pulled jermajesty for her third chat of the day. third. you weren’t counting. okay, maybe you were. but that wasn’t the point. the point was that every time you looked up, there they were.

sitting together, talking together, laughing together. and the worst part? you knew you had no reason to be upset. this was love island, people pulled each other for chats all the time. it was normal. so why did your stomach feel weird? you sat quietly on one of the loungers, pretending to pay attention to the conversation happening around you. because your eyes kept drifting across the villa. right back to him.

“you’re staring.” you jumped. one of the girls camila, who’s become your closest friend in the villa was smirking at you. “i am not.” “you absolutely are.” you groaned. “stop.” “you know he’s obsessed with you, right?” “he’s literally talking to another girl.” “and every thirty seconds he’s looking over here.” you heard the bombshell laugh and your head immediately snapped up. “see?” you hated that she had a point. because now that she mentioned it… he was. every few moments his eyes flickered toward you. like he was checking whether you were still there. which only annoyed you more.

later that evening, everyone gathered around the fire pit. the bombshell somehow ended up sitting beside jermajesty. you ended up on the opposite side. and for the first time since entering the villa, there was actual space between you. it felt wrong. you hated it. so you kept your attention on the conversation, or tried to. until you felt someone staring. you looked up. his eyes met yours immediately. holding your gaze for a second longer than necessary. then another. and another. before someone beside him said something and broke the moment. your heart did an annoying little flip. you looked away first.

later that night, everyone started heading inside. you stayed behind. just for a few minutes. you needed air, you needed a second to stop feeling ridiculous. the villa lights glowed softly around you everything was quiet. for about ten seconds. “there you are.” you didn’t need to turn around. you knew that voice. “hi.” jermajesty walked over. hands in his pockets.

watching you carefully, “you okay?” “mhm.” “liar.” you rolled your eyes. “i’m fine.” “you’ve been weird all day.”“i have not.” “you have.” he sat beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. neither of you moved away. “did i do something?” his voice was softer now.

because you didn’t want him to know. didn’t want to sound jealous. didn’t want to be jealous. but apparently your face gave everything away. because suddenly he smiled. just a little, “oh.” you narrowed your eyes. “oh?” “you’re jealous.” “i am not.” “you are.” “i’m not.” “you are.” you shoved his shoulder. he laughed. “it’s not funny.” “it’s a little funny.” “jermajesty.”his grin faded. replaced by something gentler. something that always made your heart melt. “hey.” you looked at him.

“what?” “there’s nobody else i want in here.” the teasing was gone completely now. “not her.” he shook his head. “not anyone.” your stomach flipped. “you have to talk to people.” “i know.” “it’s the show.”

“i know.” he moved a little closer. his arm sliding around your waist naturally. like he’d done it a thousand times before. “but i still only want you.” you hated how easily those words affected you. hated it. because now you were smiling. and he knew it. “there she is.” “shut up.” “there’s my girl.” your smile grew despite yourself. “you’re annoying.” “yeah.”

he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. lingering there for a second. his hand resting against your cheek. when he pulled back, he was still smiling. looking entirely too pleased with himself. “feel better?” you tried to fight it. you really did. but eventually, “a little.”

his grin returned instantly. “good.” and before you could stop him, he pulled you closer against his side. jermajesty pulls you onto his lap, strong arms wrapping around your waist as the fire crackles. the other couples fade into background noise, he only sees you. “aint no bombshell, ain't no drama… just my girl," he murmurs against your lips before kissing you slow and deep, possessive but sweet, like he's staking a claim right in front of everyone.

warnings: not proofread (2.2k words), very pervy!mike, male masturbation, voyeurism (michael listening in on reader and Jackie hunching), phone sex (but reader is unaware of the freaky shit he's doing on the other end), michael is a d1 yearner and highkey obsessed, and i think that's about it.

jaafar x fem! reader x jermajesty.

featuring randy jr.

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mini series — 1/3

inspired by the show/book series: the summer i turned pretty!

— love triangle. friends to lovers. forced proximity. reader can’t decide between jaafar and jermajesty. slight angst. jermajesty is talking to another woman that’s not the reader. clit rubbing. make outs. pussy eating. sneaking around. jermajesty calls the reader ‘mama.’ reader’s bestfriend is dating randy jr. reader is petty asf!

— reader is 24. jermajesty is 25. jaafar is 29. randy jr. is 33. reader’s bestfriend is 26.

— summary: you and your bestfriend reunite with the jackson brothers for the summer at their beach house. turns out, you’re in love with both jaafar and jermajesty at the same time.

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JUNE

it was finally summer. you were on your way to see your friends, your friends who you haven’t seen in almost three years. you had moved away, lost contact with them. but, you came across them on social media.

was this fate?

you followed jaafar, jermajesty, and randy jr. on instagram. you didn’t expect them to remember you, but they did. they followed you back and even reached out to you.

and that’s how this summer trip started. they invited you and your bestfriend to stay with them during the summer.

you went from having no plans, to plans with your friends that you never thought you could cross paths with again.

you and your bestfriend almost arrived at the beach house, your suitcases filling the backseat and trunk completely, along with music blasting in your car.

you were excited to see them all again, but also you were nervous. anxious. and that’s because not only were you friends with them, but you also liked them.

had crushes on both jaafar and jermajesty.

arriving at the summer house, your bestfriend got out the car in excitement. the weather was warm, and the wind was moving in a calm breeze, the  atmosphere already felt so refreshing.

standing outside was randy, he was tall, his smile was radiant and beautiful.

your bestfriend immediately ran into randy’s arms, he picked her up and spun her around as they both hugged. you smiled, happy seeing them together.

your bestfriend and randy began to date last year. randy asked her out on a date and the rest is history.

they were know in a one year relationship.

“missed me, huh?” randy asks her, as he began placing kisses all over her face, eventually reaching her lips.

she nods her head, placing her face into his neck and hugging her tighter. “of course, randy.”

despite dating, they both had busy schedules this year. the last time they saw each other in person was almost two months ago. they kept on contacting through texting, phone calls, and video chats.

randy puts your bestfriend down, she’s immediately back on her feet. you greet randy, saying hello, as he does the same.

“jaafar and jermajesty are inside, if you wanna go in.” randy tells me. he knew about my somewhat complicated relationship with them.

you nod, as you walk towards the front door of the beach door. your heart was pounding inside your chest and you felt more nervous now than you did before. this was really happening. you’re really seeing them.

randy and your bestfriend walked back towards the car, unloading all of the suitcases one by one.

you opened the front door and walked inside, seeing jermajesty on the couch while jaafar was standing in front of the kitchen counter making himself some food.

both of their faces lit up when they saw you. jermajesty hops up from the couch and nearly runs to you. he was the first one to greet you while jaafar approached you but stood from afar, waiting for you and jermajesty to finish hugging.

“jermajesty, you’re taller than me now?” you ask, as you admired his tall height. jaafar was always very tall, but he was even taller than this. both of them were.

jermajesty laughs, “i told you i would be taller than you, didn’t i?”

and he did.

jermajesty’s hug was warm. you didn’t want to leave his arms. you pulled away from the hug and walked over to jaafar, hugging him too.

jaafar’s hug was comforting. you couldn’t get enough. you missed both of them, especially their hugs.

“how you been?” jaafar asks you.

“good. i’ve been so busy. and you?”

jermajesty cut into the conversation, being as mischievous as ever, like he always was.

“he just got out of a relationship.”

jaafarr glares at jermajesty, he couldn’t believe jermajesty told you that. all you did was nod, you were happy for him really. but you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

“is that so? sorry to hear that.”

deep down on the inside, you were relieved that jaafar was single again, but you would never admit that out loud.

“besides that, i’ve been fine. just working.”

you definitely needed to get the tea from jermajesty later.

randy jr. and your bestfriend entered the beach house, suitcases behind them and in their hands. you, jermajesty, and jaafar helped with the suitcases as well.

“how much shit did you pack?” jermajesty asks, dramatically picking up one of your suitcases. “you’ll only be here until the end of the summer, you didn’t need to bring so much.”

you rolled your eyes. everyone knew that you always overpacked. that’s just how you were. “stop complaining. i bet you won’t complain when you see all of the cute bikinis i bought.”

and with that exact comment, jermajesty immediately closed his mouth, accepting defeat. your bestfriend greeted jaafar and jermajesty as well once she was done bringing in the suitcases.

“sorry we got here so late. the traffic was horrible.” your bestfriend announces. it was almost nighttime. it was only four o’ clock to be exact. there was a whole summer ahead of you after all.

“oh, and love island starts soon. we need the tv.”

jermajesty groans, he was so tired of hearing about that show. the show was on the entire summer, there was no escaping it.

“after y’all finish your show, we’re still on for dinner, right?” jaafar asks.

you respond, “yeah, the new episode is usually only an hour long. then, we’ll be ready.”

time passes by, and you and your bestfriend were sitting on the couch, with your snacks, watching love island while the guys were setting up and cleaning the backyard for the dinner later.

“i fucking hate him with her.” you say. both you and your bestfriend were commentating the show as the couples were re-coupling on love island.

the episode ended, the tension and intensity being saved until the next episode. the guys called you both outside.

dinner wasn’t even ready, it wasn’t even set. instead, they were all in nothing but swimming shorts and shirtless. your eyes widened, seeing jaafar and jermajesty.

your bestfriend smirking, checking out randy jr. she was distracted by his abs, admiring them. you had to tap her shoulder to snap her out of it.

“change of plans, we’re going swimming. dinner later.” randy announces.

“fine by us.”

you both went into the house, trying to find the sexiest bikini that you can wear. you had no idea what your true intentions were, but all you knew was, you wanted to impress both jaafar and jermajesty.

“you have to wear this one, you’ll look so hot.” your bestfriend points at the hot pink bikinki that you were holding up.

“you sure? it’s not too much?”

“it’s never too much.”

you wore the hot pink bikini and your bestfriend wore a black bikini. you were both back outside, meeting up with the guys again.

jermajesty let out a whistle, seeing us both walk outside in our bikinis. randy pulls your bestfriend into his chest, hugging her and holding her waist.

“baby, you look good.” randy tells your bestfriend.

“thank you.”

jaafar and jermajesty couldn’t stop staring at you.

everyone was in the pool, the music played on the speakers, and the weather was finally becoming a bit more cool, the sun was setting.

you all swam in the pool, splashed around, and enjoyed the cool temperature of the water. jaafar was currently holding you up, his hands on your waist and so close to your ass.

you couldn’t swim, so he stayed by your side while everyone else was on the deep end.

jermajesty and randy were splashing your bestfriend, throwing water on her, while you and jaafar quietly stayed in the moment.

“you’re scared to swim?” jaafar teased, holding onto you tightly. you weren’t scared, you just never had the chance to learn.

“no.”

there was a quick silence between you, you can hear the wind passing by. a chill sound surrounds you both.

“i’m glad you came.” jaafar speaks, out of nowhere. “thought i would never see you again.”

“i kept my promise, remember? i said we would see each other again.”

jaafar smiled at that comment. “you did keep your promise.”

“well, i know you’re not in a relationship with anyone. what about jermajesty?”

jaafar looked like he was debating between telling you the truth or lying. perhaps letting jermajesty tell you. but considering that jermajesty said jaafar’s business to you, jaafar didn’t care anymore.

“he’s been talking to this girl for a few months.”

your heart dropped. you felt sick to your stomach. you weren’t dating jermajesty. you both didn’t have any romantic history besides you both being each other’s first kisses.

but that hurt.

jaafar noticed the change in your face, how sad you suddenly looked. jaafar placed his finger under your chin, tilting it upwards so you’re looking at him.

“you know jermajesty has always been like this. always had some girl to talk to.”

your voice breaks, without you wanting it to.

“yeah. i know.”

“you okay?”

you nod, trying not to cry. you had no idea why you were even affected by this. he wasn’t yours. he was never yours.

“yeah, um, i’m gonna get a drink from the kitchen.”

with that being said, you got out the pool. your body was drenched in water, you grabbed a towel and carefully made your way inside.

you took a soda from the refrigerator, drinking it as you were glaring at jermajesty. he was still splashing around with randy and your bestfriend.

jaafar followed you inside, he was also wrapped in a towel. jermajesty, your bestfriend, and randy didn’t notice you both had left the pool.

“you coming back outside?” jaafar asks you.

“don’t feel like it.”

it was only the first day at being at the beach house and you were already so heated. so irritated. but you didn’t want to let this ruin your summer. it’s not a big deal.

“want me to stay in here with you?” jaafar’s voice was so soft, so gentle. so comforting.

“yes, please.”

so, jaafar stayed. he opened a soda and stood next to you in front of the kitchen counter and you both talked about everything. catching up on each other’s lives and sharing memories.

“i feel gross, i need to shower.” once you were dry, you placed the towel to the side, walking towards the staircase to shower upstairs.

jaafar needed to shower too, heading upstairs as well, with his original plan to shower in the other bathroom, while you were in the guest bathroom.

however, you both only ended up in one bathroom. together.

the shower was flowing, hot water came out the shower-head and steam surrounded the bathroom. you both don’t know how long you were in there for, easily losing track of time. all you knew was, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

you were both naked in the shower, jaafar was rubbing your clit in circles while you both continued to make out. the kiss was hungry, and you both didn’t want to let go.

you pulled away from the kiss quickly, you felt your body stiffen. you looked into jaafar’s eyes, your eyes full of lust. he pressed onto your clit harder, moving his hand in circles slowly to tease you.

“jaafar, please don’t stop. i’m so close..”

a knock was heard at the door, as you both froze in place. jaafar held your legs open, whispering in your ear. “stay quiet.”

jaafar continued moving his hand against your clit. you bite down on your lip, trying to hide your moans from spilling out your lips.

you hear another knock, a voice speaking this time.

it was your bestfriend. she called your name first, no answer. then, she called jaafar’s name.

“yeah?” jaafar replies.

“sorry, i just wanted to know if you’ve seen y/n anywhere.”

“she’s taking a walk around the beach, she’ll be back soon.”

you wanted to so badly cuss jaafar out after that. you were distracted by pleasure to even care or be upset with him. your legs began to buckle forward and shake, your orgasm approaching.

your held onto jaafar, signaling that you were about to cum, right there on his hand.

“okay. well, she left her phone. that’s weird. but, thank you.” then, your bestfriend left the door. now, it was just you and jaafar again.

“feels good, huh?” jaafar rubs your clit faster. you throw your head back, as you immediately came. you placed your hand onto the shower wall, trying to steady your balance.

you were coming down from your orgasm. reality suddenly hit you. you couldn’t believe you just did that with jaafar.

“still mad?” jaafar studies my face.

“no, i just.. don’t want jermajesty to know about what we did.”

few hours pass, it was now almost midnight. you all decided to go out to eat for dinner. at first, you didn’t want to go at all. you didn’t want to be around jermajesty. but, you went anyways.

you didn’t think that jermajesty would catch onto your attitude towards him, but he did. he decided to address it after dinner.

now, you were all home. jermajesty asked if y’all can chat in another room and you agreed. surprisingly.

jermajesty closes the door and you sit on the bed. you didn’t make eye contact with him but instead, looked down at the floor.

“what’s up with you?” jermajesty asks.

you scoff, not wanting to give him the actual answer. it was ridiculous really.

“nothing. i’m tired.”

“you don’t need to lie to me.”

and you snapped. you don’t know why, but you did. you let your emotions get to you.

“jermajesty, are you in a relationship right now?”

the look on his face, he was clearly in disbelief and confused.

“why does that even matter?”

of course he avoided the question.

“stop playing in my fucking face and just answer the question.”

jermajesty could see the anger in your face. the disappointment. he walked towards you and sat next to you on the bed.

“no, i’m not in a relationship. i’m talking to someone, but i don’t like her like that.”

“i don’t know if i believe you.”

“okay, why are you even asking me about this? we’re not even together.”

all you wanted was jermajesty to put the pieces together. he was right, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous.

jermajesty realized there was way more to this. about why you were really upset.

“are you jealous?”

you let out another scoff, “why would i be.”

“if you’re that worried, you can go through my phone.”

you laughed, not because it was funny, but because it was ridiculous. you knew you couldn’t stop his other relationships. there was seriously nothing you could do.

“i’m not doing some shit like that. i don’t even know why i’m mad.”

jermajesty waited for you to calm down a bit. your shoulders relaxed a little and that’s when he continued to speak.

“you know, jaafar almost got engaged. he ended the engagement. guess he wasn’t ready for marriage.”

your eyes widened. you were not expecting to hear that. you looked at jermajesty finally, after all this time.

jaafar? used to be engaged?

“as far as me, i don’t have any interest in that other girl anymore, you don’t gotta worry about that. i’m breaking things off with her.”

“she’s prettier than me, isn’t she?”

you don’t know why you were being so petty, but that only made the tension between you and jermajesty more intense.

“she’s not. you’ve always looked good. still do.”

all of your anger that you had towards jermajesty disappeared. you moved closer to jermajesty, both of your knees touching as you still sat on the bed.

“jermajesty, i-“

jermajesty pulls you into a kiss, a kiss that was full of heat and passion. jermajesty picked you up, placing you onto his lap and you wrapped your legs around him.

after a while, you were finally calm.

he pulls away from the kiss, looking at your face, seeing if you were relaxed.

“drop the attitude, mama.”

jermajesty smacks your ass, causing you to jolt forward, surprising you.

“focus on me, nothing else.”

“i want you, jermajesty. don’t want any other girl to have you.”

jermajesty smiled, he’s been wanting to hear that from your mouth for a while.

he placed you down on the bed and spread your legs open. removing all of your bottoms, he tossed them to the side, only leaving your shirt on.

“can i eat this pussy?”

you nod, your body was heating up. you wanted him so badly, more than anything.

“yes, it’s all yours.”

jermajesty dips his face into your pussy, it was dripping and soaked. he kissed your clit and began to eat. a wave of pleasure entering you and completely taking over.

you placed a hand over your mouth, trying not to moan loudly. the sounds of your soaked pussy filled the room as jermajesty slides two fingers inside you.

he curls his fingers, trying to find that pleasurable spot for you. “oh, fuck yes.” you moan. without warning him, your orgasm spilled out of you. you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

you clench around jermajesty’s fingers, as you orgasm on his face. as you orgasm, he flicks his clit back and forth with his hand.

you almost moaned louder, but you pressed your hand onto you mouth tighter to stay as quiet as possible. jermajesty pulled away from you, watching you come down from your release.

an hour later, you were sleeping in the same bedroom as your bestfriend. she was asleep, but you were still awake. you wanted to talk to her, ask for her advice, but you didn’t want to wake her up.

so, you sat with your thoughts and continued to stare at the ceiling, sitting in the dark with only the moonlight shining through the windows. you couldn’t sleep. so much already happened today.

you were in the shower with jaafar, only because you were upset at jermajesty. you were trying to get back at him, when you didn’t need to.

but despite that, you didn’t regret a single thing. you’ve always had a crush on him, but didn’t think y’all would ever become something else other than friends. it seemed impossible.

then, you were in the bedroom with jermajesty. you were supposed to stay mad at him, but you let that anger fade away.

especially, after how honest jermajesty was. a talking stage wasn’t as serious as an engagement, that’s what you had to realize.

how were you supposed to enjoy the summer with everyone when you were so stuck on your feelings?

did jaafar and jermajesty feel the same way about you? do they just see you as a friend like they always have?

you cared about them both deeply. you couldn’t help it, you loved them both so much. you already knew that this was about to be a very interesting summer.

author’s note: part two is coming soon! would you choose jaafar or jermajesty? <3

michael’s curiousness about belly button piercings gets him some pussy.

18+ sexually explicit content, age gap ( reader is 25 michael is 40) spit play, no protection, foul language, oral sex ( f!m receiving) and bunch of other shit 🙏🏾.

inspired by this viral tweet. don’t be mean to me writing smut is lowkey hard 😔✌🏾.

you stood in the sweltering crowd, your neck glistened with drops of perspiration, a testament to the hours you had spent waiting in line. the anticipation was almost unbearable as you waited for your turn to meet the legendary michael jackson and have him sign your prized copy of his new album, invincible. you couldn't believe you were actually here, about to meet the one and only king of pop, the greatest entertainer of all time. your heart raced with excitement as you watched five people ahead of you, trying to stay calm despite the overwhelming emotions coursing through you.

“ i can't fucking believe this,” you whispered excitedly to yourself, your cd clutched tightly to your chest. as the last person ahead of you went, your heart raced as you realized it was finally your turn.

“next up,” the security guard called out, and you felt your stomach drop as you tried to remain calm and collected. there he was, sitting right in front of you - the man you had admired from afar for so long. "hi! what's your name?" michael asked casually, as he signed the cd you had placed in front of him.

"i-i'm y/n," you stammered nervously, unable to believe that this was really happening.

"what a beautiful name," he remarked, looking up at you and pausing for a moment.

"what's that?" he asked, pointing to the dangling piece of metal hanging from your navel. "oh, ugh, it's a belly button piercing," you explained, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

"wow, well how does it work? can i see?" michael inquired, a genuine curiosity in his voice. you walked closer to the table, lifting your crop top slightly to expose your stomach and give him a better view.

the piercing glinted under the bright lights, a small but noticeable addition to your appearance. it was a birthday gift to yourself, a bold move to mark your 25th year of life. as he looked at it, his curious eyes flickered up to meet yours.

"does it hurt?" he asked, his gaze lingering on the piercing. you couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

"not anymore. i got it done months ago for my birthday," you replied, a sense of pride in your voice.

"ah, well happy belated," he commented, and you smiled, thanking him for the kind words. this was your chance, your one shot at getting a hug from the legendary michael jackson. you had just had a conversation with him, and he had noticed your piercing. you might as well take a chance, right? just as you lifted your arms to ask, his security stepped in, ready to whisk you away.

but then, something miraculous happened. michael stopped them, a warm smile on his face. "yes, of course you can get a hug," he said, getting up from his seat and walking around the table to greet you.

your heart was racing as his arms enveloped you, pulling you in for a long and sensual hug. his hands gently caressed your back, and you couldn't help but take in his intoxicating scent. in that moment, you wanted to pass out in his arms, but you knew you had to hold it together and not embarrass yourself. this was a moment you would never forget, a dream come true.

security soon intervened and your embrace with michael came to an abrupt halt. with a heavy heart, you bid him farewell and tried to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes.

as you were escorted away, you caught a glimpse of michael gazing at you, his lips moving in a whisper to his security. though you didn't think much of it at the time, as you were about to exit the bustling building, you suddenly heard security calling after you.

your heart skipped a beat as you were momentarily frightened, but soon realized they were simply relaying a message from michael. "excuse me, ma'am," they called out, "mr. jackson has requested if you have a telephone. he would like to have your number." you were taken aback and at a loss for words.

"um, yes, of course," you managed to reply, quickly reciting your number as the security guard jotted it down.

you were in utter disbelief. meeting your idol and getting to hug him was already a dream come true. but now, finding out that he wanted your phone number? it was like a fairytale unfolding right before your eyes. you took the train home that evening, your mind was buzzing with the possibility of receiving a call from michael himself. you couldn't help but share your experience with your friends, but you kept the part about the phone number to yourself, savoring the secret like a delicious treat.

weeks passed and life went on, until one day while tidying up your house, a familiar ringtone echoed through the room. your heart rate spiked a bit, not expecting any calls at the moment. you hesitantly pressed the phone to your ear. "hello?" you answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

"hi y/n, this is michael," came the familiar voice on the other end of the line. you couldn't believe it. your phone slipped from your grasp, and you stood frozen and dumbfounded. "no fucking way," you breathed out, hardly able to contain your excitement.

as you slowly came back to reality, you frantically reached for your phone that had fallen to the floor. "hello? hello? y/n, are you still there?" michael's voice sounded confused on the other end.

"i'm so sorry, yes, i'm still here!" you replied, trying to catch your breath. "wow, i wasn't expecting a call from you."

michael chuckled, "yeah, i do apologize for not calling sooner. i've been very busy this week, but you've been on my mind."

"no, you're fine. i'm glad you're calling now. i just still can't believe it's you," you said, pacing the floor in disbelief.

michael laughed, "yeah, well, i was just calling because... well, i think you're very pretty. and i'm performing at madison square garden, and i'd love to see you after the show."

your entire being was filled with excitement, bubbling up inside of you like a volcano ready to erupt. but you had to keep your composure, at least until he was off the phone. you couldn't reveal how ecstatic you were to hear his words. "yes, yes, i'd love to come out and support you, michael." your voice was calm and collected, but inside, everything in you wanted to scream and run laps around the room.

"good, i'd really love to see you again. maybe we can talk some more or do whatever you like." his words sent your heart soaring, and you did a silent open mouth cheer.

with plans set, you both agreed to meet after the show and hung up the phone. as soon as the call ended, you let out a loud squeal, jumping up and down and dancing in pure joy. michael thinks you’re pretty and he wants to see you. how lucky.

it was the night of the highly anticipated show, and you arrived dressed to impress. your hair styled in a wash and go set, your turquoise ja'dior crop top and low rise jeans on, you looked and felt your best. the show was nothing short of spectacular, with surprise appearances from legends like whitney houston, usher, destiny's child, mya, luther vandross and many more, all gathered to honor to michael jackson. the highlight of the night was when michael and his brothers took the stage for a nostalgic performance, and ending with chris tucker joining in on the fun for his latest song “you rock my world”. as the show ended, you couldn't contain your excitement to meet michael and commend him on his stellar performance.

his security led you to his dressing room, where he greeted you with a smile, a towel draped over his shoulders and orange juice in hand. with a nod, he instructed his security to leave the two of you alone. "michael, oh my god, you were incredible! the show was perfection," you gushed, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

"do you really mean that?" he asked, a bashful smile across his face.

“1000% everything was amazing.” you raved, a smile spreading across your face as you pulled away from his embrace.

“i’m really glad you enjoyed the show, you look very beautiful tonight.” he complimented as he gestured to your appearance. your cheeks warmed as you looked down, suddenly shy and blushing. you thanked him for his kind words, and he continued to praise you. "i truly mean it, your skin, your hair, you are truly stunning," he said, his eyes fixed on you as if he couldn't believe his luck. if you could melt into a puddle, you would have at that moment. "you're quite handsome yourself," you replied, returning the compliment and causing him to get shy in return.

you too sat together on the couch in his dressing room, the conversation flowing effortlessly. you were both learning more about each other, learning things about him that weren't already in the press. it was refreshing to have a genuine connection with him, and you couldn't believe your luck that you were actually having a conversation with him. pinching yourself wouldn't even be enough to make you believe it was real.

“i see you've changed your jewelry,” he remarked, his gaze dropping to your belly piercing. you couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, looking down at the small glinting gem peeking out from your shirt. “yeah, i wanted to switch things up.”

his eyes lingered on the piercing, a look of confusion mixed with intrigue on his face. “i like it, it's very sexy on you,” he said, still trying to understand it. “but i'm still a bit confused about it. can you explain it to me more?”

feeling a bit shy, you laughed and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “thank you, and um, well, it's not as complicated as it may seem. they just use a long needle to puncture your skin and then attach a bar to it. then they pull the needle through and add the jewelry, and voila, you're done.”

"hmm," he mused, his fingers lightly hovering the piercing. "can i touch it?"

you hesitated for a moment, feeling a slight thrill run through you at the thought of his hands on your body. "sure, go ahead," you finally said, lifting your shirt to give him better access.

his hand gently touched your navel, lifting the jewelry up in his fingers. despite his innocent tone, the gesture felt wildly intimate, sending a shiver down your spine and making the space between your thighs tingle.

"wow, this is truly something," he exclaimed, marveling at the intricate design of the jewelry with his fingers. "i can only imagine how much your boyfriend must love this," he half-joked.

"i don't have a boyfriend," you corrected, "this is just a little something i treated myself to for turning 25."

"even better," he replied, looking back up at you with a sly grin. the energy in the room shifted, becoming charged with a palpable tension. your body heated up at the feeling of his hands, now gently tracing along your navel. it seemed as though he was testing the limits, but you were more than willing to let him explore wherever he pleased. your clit twitched in anticipation, aching for his touch.

"you know, you’re not fooling me," you stated boldly, catching on to his little act. "you don't have to act curious just to touch me." a playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you spoke. "i mean, i would have let you anyway."

michael chuckled and bit his lip, his eyes flickering up to meet yours. "and where would you let me touch you?" his hand slid down your stomach during his statement, stopping at the waistband of your low rise jeans.

the arousal pooling between your legs grew more prominent with each passing moment, causing your lip to catch between your teeth as you took a deep breath. the surreal reality of the situation was almost too much for you to bear. “wherever you want to touch me.” you breathed giving him leadway.

his finger slipped through the belt loop of your jeans, drawing you closer with a gentle tug. In a matter of seconds, you found your faces inches away from each other, no space left between y’all. your lips hovered, almost teasingly, before finally melding together in a sensual and passionate kiss. as his hands roamed over your waist, you couldn't help but melt into his touch, your arms instinctively crossing over his shoulders.

he gently laid you back onto the couch, his body nimbly evading the space between your legs. his hands went up your shirt, exploring the expanse of your skin before you lifted your arms to help him remove your top. the discarded garment landing haphazardly across the room. he broke the kiss his soft lips leaving a trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth, down to your neck, and finally resting on the swell of your breast. "you're gorgeous, absolutely perfect," he murmured, his words laced with admiration. his kisses continued their journey, trailing from your breast to your stomach, and finally lingering on your navel. his tongue playfully danced around your piercing, before leaving a kiss there. "oh michael," you whimpered the feeling new but surprisingly felt good.

finally, he played with the button of your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping to reveal the sight of your lacy panties. he slowly rolled down your denim, exposing your damp underwear in a long, teasing strip. the wetness from your arousal leaving a glistening trail on your inner thigh as you were now fully exposed.

you kicked the fabric off your ankles, another piece of clothing discarded in your growing desire.

"she’s so precious," he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of your glistening folds. "you're so pretty, and so wet for me, hmm?" with two fingers, he gently circled your sensitive clit, eliciting a silent gasp from your lips.

"oh god, so fucking wet for you," you moaned, your breath hitching as his fingers stirred around your pussy, creating a deliciously squelchy sound.

"can i taste you? pretty please," he asked, placing your legs over his shoulder while kissing and licking your inner thighs. you looked down at him, your eyes filled with desire. did he even have to ask? without hesitation, you quickly said yes, your body aching for him to finally kiss where you wanted him to. he held back from licking your clit, instead opting to suck on it gently. the steady suction made your toes curl and your fingers fist into his dark wavy hair.

michael hummed contentedly as your hands gently tugged at his hair, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss as if he were savoring something divine. he stayed there for long, lazy minutes, just sucking on your clit with a slow and gentle motion, like it was the most delicious jolly rancher. every so often, he'd add a soft swirl of his tongue, but always returned to that perfect, mind-melting suction. as your back arched off the couch and your eyes rolled back, you moaned, feeling that familiar, visceral sensation building in your gut.

"oh michael, please baby, i'm gonna cum," you pleaded, unable to contain the pleasure any longer.

"cum for me, pretty girl. god, you taste so sweet," he groaned, his muffled voice sending shivers down your spine. your thighs shook and your hips bucked as he devoured you like a delicious ice cream cone, your essence melting all over his lips. "fuck, baby, i'm cumming," you cried out, gripping the back of his head as you reached your peak.

his hunger still not satisfied he continued to ravish you through your orgasm. in fact, he sucked harder, his large hand pressing against your stomach to keep you in place as your body tried to squirm away from the intense pleasure. "baby, please-" you whimpered and pleaded, but it was evident that he would not stop until he had his fill. tears welled in your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation.

incoherent pleas escaped your lip, your body quivering uncontrollably. michael's hand gently caressed your stomach, while your own hand gripped his tightly. the lewd, wet sounds of his mouth on your pussy and his soft moans as he rubbed his evident hard-on against the couch filled the air, showing just how much he was also enjoying this. as your climax overtook you, a choked squeal escaped your lips and your eyes rolled back in your head, so far it felt like you saw your brain.

"please, daddy, no more," you begged, your hand pushing against his head. he just looked up at you and smiled, his lips glistening with your juices as he began to lick them off.

exhausted and flushed, you sank into the soft cushions of the couch armrest, trying to catch your breath and collect your thoughts. your body was still tingling with the intense sensations that had just overwhelmed you. michael crawled up your body, hovering above you and gently gripped your chin, silently instructing you to open your mouth. without hesitation, you eagerly complied, extending your tongue as he spat into your mouth. the salty taste of yourself mixed with his saliva, tantalizing your taste buds.

you swallowed it all, wanting to savor every part of it. finally, he pressed his lips against yours, the kiss hot and sloppy.

“god i’ve been wanting to do this since i laid eyes on you. you make me wanna do things i never do.” he confessed. “i just wanna feel you baby, be inside you.” he whispered in your ear before leaving a kiss there.

he reached down, and you hear him fumbled with his belt and unzip his pants. “can i feel you darling?” he rhetorically asked, his eyes pleading for your consent.

kicking off his pants, he pressed his hardened and thick member against your thigh.

“yes” you whimpered.

he positioned himself at the entrance, teasingly gliding his throbbing member between your slick folds, eliciting a gasp from you as your arousal coated him. with a low groan, he finally entered you, the sensation of his hot length sinking into you causing you both to curse and moan in unison. "god we fit perfectly," he whispered, his hips moving slowly as he stretched you inch by inch, your walls clenching around him in a deliciously tight grip. you closed your eyes and ran your hands over his back, feeling the fabric of his shirt under your fingertips. suddenly, he hooked his arm under your leg and pulled it up to your chest, angling himself deeper inside you and hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. "you're doing so well, sweetheart," he praised, his hand gently brushing your damp curls as he watched you with adoration.

you looked so beautiful to him in this state, your makeup smudged, your curls disheveled and sticking to your face, and the slight pout on your lips. he could cum just looking at you. never in a million years would you have imagined yourself backstage, getting slowly fucked by michael jackson after his show. but here you were, and you couldn't complain about the experience.

his pace quickens , and you let out a whimper as michael bottoms out, his fat dick hitting your cervix with perfect precision. the old, worn couch beneath you damp from the wetness dripping from your pussy. "fucck it feels so good," you cried, your body already sensitive from his previous ministrations. michael's free hand reaches down to rub circles on your clit, sending you into a frenzy.

"i know, baby. i know. you wanna cum, huh?" his words only make you moan louder as he continues to fuck you senseless. "you're such a good girl, cum for me mama i wanna feel it," he groans, biting his lip in pleasure. and just like that, the intense feeling washes over you again, your legs shaking as you babble incoherently, completely drunk off his dick.

he smirks, his eyes locked onto yours as he watches you writhe beneath him. "that’s it baby, let it all out. show me how good i make you feel.”

your eyes roll back, a fucked out expression on your face as you release, your cream soaking and saturating his dick. michael's own release is triggered by feeling you clench and pulsate around him, his dick twitching inside you. he gives you three hard strokes through your orgasm, before finally pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. some spurts even shooting your belly piercing, covering the dainty gem.

"fuck," he groans, collapsing on top of you, his body spent. "you're amazing," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "thank you for letting me have you." you smile, completely satisfied and content in his arms. you truly just had the best night of your life.

hey sista! yes, i saw the post and i thought it was tea! the internet sucks the fun out of everything omg. anyway, these are fits i’d personally wear. i had a ton of fun making this. disclaimer, these aren’t historically accurate in any way! i just find them cute & stylish.

The moment that man’s hand lingered on my arm, Michael’s jaw clenched. Moving like a shadow through the crowded room, he appeared by my side within seconds. Without a word, his large hand slid firmly around my waist, pulling my body against his in a tight, possessive hold.

As the other man retreated from the sudden tension, Michael leaned down, resting his forehead against mine. His dark eyes burned with intense jealousy, his fingers gently tracing my jawline as his voice dropped to a low, breathless whisper: