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“You’re making this so damn difficult.” you groaned, but gave in anyway. You let Michael take your hand in his, gently kissing your knuckles while he held your gaze.

“Y’know,” Michael began, his dark brown eyes softening.

“Sometime I’m gonna take you out, on an actual date. somewhere real fancy. no more hidin’ from everybody, yeah?” you nodded, a gentle smile on your lips that he mirrored.

“Is that before or after my father kills you for sneakin’ around with his daughter all this time?” you teased, which the boy only smiled at.

“I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.” you laughed, leaning back in to kiss him, which he eagerly returned.

You lost yourself in the moment, the warmth of Michael's hands trailing your waist, his mouth moving against yours with urgency. Michael tilted his head to further deepen the kiss with passion that you gladly mirrored. A soft sound escapes your lips, which only egged him on as his slender hands drifted to the small of your back, pulling you close enough that your hips harshly knocked into his.

Michael pulled away from your lips, moving down to press kisses along your jawline and the curve of your neck. You closed your eyes, inhaling shaky breaths as you rested your hands at the nape of his neck, urging him closer.

“Michael…” you murmured unintentionally, and you could feel him smile against your collarbone while he continued to plant open-mouth kisses that would definitely leave marks later. Michael’s hands slid down to your thighs, —the familiar warmth of his skin on yours was a feeling that you would never take for granted. Gripping your plush skin firmly, he pressed you against the wall, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso.

You almost didn’t notice the sound of the rooftop access door swinging open, and the voices of multiple boys overlapping.

“He’s gotta be up here, man.”

“Yeah, Randy, you’ve only said it about twenty times.”

“Man, shut up!”

“Michael! You up here!?”

You and Michael jumped apart like you’d been burned, red-faced and breathless. You slapped a hand over your mouth, and he made a shushing gesture with his finger. You ducked around the corner of the bulkhead as Michael smoothed his collar quickly, stepping out from the shadows of the concrete structure to meet his brothers.

“What’s goin’ on, guys?” 

Despite the situation, you almost laughed at how unnatural the boy sounded.

“Mike! Where you been, man? We’ve been runnin’ around looking for you for ten minutes!”

“C’mon, Mike. Q’s already pissed off ‘cause he can’t find his daughter nowhere either.”

You heard him sheepishly chuckle, muttering a small ‘sorry’, then the sound of Michael's footsteps retreating, along with his brothers’.

To see if the coast was finally clear, you peeked out from behind the bulkhead, only to meet the eyes of the boy you recognized as Michael's older brother, Marlon, who looked straight at you with a knowing smirk on his lips. You could’ve sworn your heart dropped to your ass.

“Marlon, come on, man!” someone shouted, causing his head to whip to the side.

“Coming!” he looked back at you, making a ‘zip’ motion across his lips before darting off.

Shit.

The rain was so loud it felt like it was inside the house with us. We’d been rotting on the couch for hours, half watching some movie we didn’t care about, just eating snacks and poking at each other like bored cats.

I was still in Michael’s white button-up from earlier, the one I stole after getting caught in the rain. It barely covered anything, and I knew it. He kept looking. Not even trying to hide it anymore.

“You’re such a little shit tonight,” he said, dragging me closer by my ankle until my legs were across his lap. His fingers traced slow circles on my calf.

I smirked and let the shirt ride up higher on purpose. “You like it though.”

His hand paused, then kept moving, sliding higher. The tension between us had been stupid for weeks all those almost moments and late texts. Tonight it felt like it was finally going to snap.

Then he got up without saying anything and came back holding that ancient Twister box like he’d just discovered gold.

I laughed. “You’re actually insane if you think I’m playing that.”

“Scared?” He raised an eyebrow, that cocky little smile I hated (and loved).

“Please. I’m not scared of Twister.”

“Prove it then.”

We shoved the coffee table out of the way and spread the mat on the floor. He was in those gray sweats and a black tank, looking way too good for a random Wednesday night. The game started normal, but it didn’t stay that way for long.

Every stretch made it worse. My thigh brushing his arm. His hand grazing the back of my leg. When I had to reach across him, my ass pressed right against his crotch and I felt him getting hard. Fast.

“Fuck…” he muttered.

I looked back at him, trying not to smile. “You good back there?"

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

I didn’t deny it.

A couple turns later I leaned way forward for a green circle and the shirt completely gave up, sliding up to my waist. I was bare underneath. Completely. I knew he could see everything.

Michael went dead quiet.

Then we both lost our balance at the same time and crashed. I landed on top of him, straddling his hips, shirt bunched around my waist. His hands grabbed my ass immediately, squeezing hard as he pulled me down against him. He was rock hard.

The laughing stopped.

His eyes were dark, breathing heavy. “You’ve been soaked this whole time, haven’t you?”

Before I could answer, his fingers slid between my legs from behind, stroking through how wet I was. I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them.

“Michaelll”

He pulled me down into a messy kiss, all tongue and heat, while his fingers moved faster. I reached between us and shoved his sweats down, wrapping my hand around his cock. He groaned into my mouth when I started stroking him.

“Fuck the game,” he said against my lips, voice rough.

He flipped me onto my back on the mat. The shirt got ripped open, buttons scattering everywhere. His mouth was on my tits instantly, sucking hard, biting just enough to make me squirm. His cock rubbed against my pussy, teasing my clit until I was shaking.

“Tell me you want it,” he breathed, dragging his teeth down my neck.

“I want you to fuck me” I whispered, lifting my hips. “Now.”

He pushed in deep in one thrust. We both moaned. He felt thick, stretching me perfectly. Then he started fucking me hard no more teasing. The sound of skin slapping and the pouring rain filled the room.

I dug my nails into his back, legs wrapped tight around him as he drove into me. It was messy, desperate, and exactly what we both needed.

When I came, it hit me so hard I cried out, clenching around him. He followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning my name.

We stayed tangled on the stupid Twister mat afterward, sweaty and breathing hard, the rain still hammering the windows.

He finally looked at me, half-smiling.

“Best fucking game night ever."

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It had been about three months since you started dating Travis, three months of giggles and butterflies in your stomach. You felt like a kid again, which was quite an achievement, considering most of your time together was spent with Lucy. Travis never complained; it never bothered him. He did things on your terms, and he understood that a mom would be busy a lot. So instead of trying to force you to just dump Lucy off at the nearest babysitter, he wanted her involved, he wanted to make your days easier in any way that he could. It meant more to you than he could ever imagine.

There was one thing you hadn't done with Travis yet, something that you were both terrified about and also dying to do. You hadn't slept with him.

Sex was a touchy subject, it had been over two years since you slept with anyone, the last person being Lucy's dad. You knew your body could look worse, but you weren't exactly happy with it, you were extra self conscious about showing it to Travis for the first time. Not to mention it was hard to have the alone time, you wanted to do it right, wanted both of you to be as loud and take as long as you want. Obviously, with a toddler in the apartment, things were a little tricky.

After putting Lucy to bed one night, you and Travis quickly move from cuddling and lazy kisses to full blown making out. Messy open mouthed kisses, as his tongue dominates yours, exploring your mouth. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, tugging him towards you as if he can get any closer while you sit in his lap. His hand just began moving up your thigh when a loud wail comes from down the hall.

You pull away quickly, shifting off of Travis's lap so you can get off the couch.

He's up before you are, already turning on the light in the hallway as you stand behind him.

"I can get her—" you start to protest but your boyfriend gives you a quick kiss, smiling as he pulls away.

"You do enough honey pie…just give me five minutes and I'll be back." The warm light from the hallway casts a golden glow on his hair, "Then we can continue where we were." He says with a final wink before making his way to Lucy's room.

With a hesitant sigh, you sit back down on the couch. "Okay, okay." mumbling to yourself as you grab your phone off the arm of the couch. You weren't used to this kind of help, it made you a little antsy to not go and tend to every cry Lucy made.

You didn't want to get too comfortable just yet, not that you didn't trust Travis but you knew your daughter, and as helpful as he is he'd have to be a miracle worker to soothe her back to sleep in under five minutes on the first try.

"Hey Monkey Lu, what's the matter?" He coos. a soft smile curling up the ends of your lips as you hear him echo on the monitor.

"You look awfully scared, did you have a bad dream?" Travis keeps his voice soothing and light, you can hear the mattress creek as he picks her up.

Apparently your boyfriend is a miracle worker, in less than five minutes Lucy's cries stop, and the only thing you can hear are Travis's sweet whispers.

You quickly get lost on your phone, scrolling through post after post until a whispered "hey" catches your attention.

What you see when you look up should've made you roll your eyes and scold him, but instead you couldn't help but smile.

Travis stands in the entry way, the hall light casting a warm orange shine off his earring, his cheek gently resting on top of your daughter's messy bedhead as she snoozes on his chest.

"Sorry doll, we'll have to continue later." a sheepish grin resting on his face as he slowly makes his way to the couch.

You groan, playfully rolling your eyes. "If I had known my kid would've interrupted our makeouts this much, I never would’ve introduced you two."

A quick dramatic gasp leaves Travis's lips, looking at you with feign horror, "But look at her!"

"Look at me!" you pout, batting your eyelashes. His eyes move back and forth between you and your sleeping angel on his chest, this man was going to make your heart explode you just knew it.

Travis smiles down at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "How can I say no to a mini you?"

You lay your head on his shoulder, brushing your fingers gently through Lucy's curls. You were always told she was your mini me, it made you feel proud, it actually made you appreciate your own features because you saw them differently now. It was also a bit of a relief that she didn't resemble her father, that was one face that you were happy to never have to see again.

The warmth from Travis engulfs your body as you sat there curled into him as best as you could, you take in every detail of his face as he watches whatever old sitcom played on the tv. His honey brown eyes you love so much, one of the first things you noticed about him, aside from his hair and the 'howdy' tattoo on his neck that always makes you giggle. His nose is prominent, easy to kiss, or boop with your finger as you love to do. He laughs softly over something on the tv, his face lighting up into a smile…that damn smile, the same one that makes your heart flutter every time you saw it. You couldn't believe he was yours, regardless of everything that you thought would've made him give up…he stays.

Slowly you lift your head, gently kissing his cheek, jaw, and then neck feeling the goosebumps form under your lips.

"What are you—?" He began, careful of moving too quickly and waking up Lucy.

"Shh…" you hush, continuing to kiss his jaw, each kiss lasting a little longer, a little more tongue playfully swiping at the stubble.

Travis sighs, "Okay okay…" pulling his arm away and getting up from the couch as you grin, "I'll put her back."

About a week later, you decide it was finally time. Despite feeling terrified, there was an opportunity for your friend to take Lucy overnight and you knew you to take advantage of a rare free night. So, you and Travis planned a proper date, which had become a rarity since he met Lucy. You didn't mention the sex part to him; you were honestly too nervous. In your mind, it was a given when you asked if he wanted to spend the night.

Travis had carefully picked the perfect restaurant, a nice neighborhood bistro that was the right balance of upscale enough to feel special, yet relaxed enough that it felt comfortable for both of you. All you had to do was be ready and dolled up for when he arrived at your door, and boy were you ever.

His jaw actually drops when you open the door, revealing the flowing sundress that perfectly hugs your body in all the right places, made of soft chiffon that fluttered with every movement. Perfect for a breezy spring evening like this.

“Wow…" he mutters, swallowing hard as he struggles to keep his gazing from lingering too long on your legs, which were accentuated by the dress and lit by the cotton candy sunset behind him. You could feel the heat rise to your chest as his eyes explore every nook and cranny of your figure.

"A good wow I hope?" you tease, giggling at how quickly he nodded.

"God, yes!" he blurts out, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Everything about the night was incredible, Travis couldn't keep his eyes or hands off you, and it really made you feel good about. His lips found the crook of your neck, sending a shiver through your body as you fumble with the key to unlock your door. You stumble inside, his strong hands gripping your waist and flipping you around so that his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss.

With a swift motion, he kicks the door shut with his foot, then gently guiding you backwards to the couch. As your calves brush against the soft cushions, you sink down with a gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation. Travis had pulled back, then kneels down between your legs, which you spread open eagerly. One of his large hands rests firmly on your thigh as his tongue explores your mouth hungrily, deepening the connection and causing a warmth between your thighs.

You instinctely knew where this was heading and for once, you desperately wanted the voice in your head to shut up. Your desire to be with him was overwhelming, you longed to sleep with him, to feel him close. God, how much you wanted that. Gently your hand lays flat on his chest, pushing just a little, as the two of you pull apart for air. Travis looks up at you, his pupils so blown his eyes almost look black. Your eyes drifting downward, they settle on his swollen lips, your lipstick leaving a smudge of color lingering at the corner of his mouth.

"C-can we go to the bedroom, please? If that's okay with you?" His voice sounds so small it makes your heart ache, like he's scared for some reason you'd say no.

You swallow hard, nodding. "Please…" you whisper faintly, feeling your stomach plummet to the floor. Travis cups your face with one hand, his thumb gently brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear before pressing his lips to yours again. This time, the kiss is so soft, so…chaste, like a fragile promise.

Gently, you take his hand, feeling the roughness of his palm as he responds with a tight squeeze before he gets up off the floor. You lead him into your room, where the bed seems to mock you, when was the last time this mattress was used for anything besides sleeping? Nervously, you begin to chew on your lip as Travis presses his lips into your neck, his fingers tugging cautiously at the silver zipper on your dress.

You think of all the women he's been with—whether they're around your age, younger, or even older. Most probably had little responsibility to anything besides themselves, working their various jobs. Their bodies remain otherwise flawless because they didn't grow a baby. No man had seen your naked body except doctors, which is a completely different situation.

Quickly, you turn to face Travis, your movement causing his hand to slip away from the zipper. Taking a deep, steadying breath, you look into his eyes, dark with hunger and desire. "Why don't you go into the bathroom…I, uh, need to get ready, okay?" you ask, aiming for a calm, seductive tone, disguising your nervousness and the urge to throw up all over your pretty dress.

His eyebrow arches slightly, eyes reflecting a glint of mischief. "Of course, baby. Whatever you need," he replies, his voice smooth and reassuring.

As soon as you heard the bathroom door click shut, you begin to scurry around your room, your heart beat pounding faster with each step. You quickly turn off the overhead light, and instead switching on a small bedside lamp that cast a dim glow that you were more comfortable with.

Your hands tremble as you wrestle with the zipper that ran vertically between your shoulder blades. The last thing you wanted was to call Travis back in just to unzip your dress, only to come up with some weak excuse for why he couldn't simply just take the dress off for you.

Your mind wandering to the thought of his warm, gentle hands sliding over your bare skin, lips pressing softly against the crook of your neck as he carefully eased the dress down your frame. You couldn't remember the last time a man's touch had made you feel so alive, the thought of Travis touching you like that, of him exploring your body with such reverence, made your desire flare and pool between your thighs.

God, you wanted him.

A deep breath you hadn't even realized you were holding, pushes out of your lungs. Your fingers successfully find the zipper, gripping it firmly. You sigh with relief as you feel it glide down, the metal teeth pulling apart.

Quickly, you push the dress down to the floor and step out of it, grabbing it like a wad of material and flinging it over the back of a nearby chair. Earlier, you had purposefully picked this matching lingerie set, it's simple but one of your favorites, almost always making you feel good about yourself. Your eyes catch sight of your reflection in the nearby mirror, it feels like someone knocked the air right out of you.

You look at yourself carefully, the stretch marks on your soft belly, the faint silver lines on your breasts, the way your thighs still lack the toned definition they once had, your belly still bears a slight roundness, which at this point you've unfortunately just accepted as your new normal. You hate it. You despise everything about it. The anger it sparks inside you makes your chest tighten, you hate yourself for feeling this way.

So instead of leaving the lingerie on for Travis, you peel it off, squeezing your eyes shut as you caught sight of your reflection in the full length mirror again, You grimace, God. you needed to get rid of this fucking thing. You felt disoriented, unsure of how to sit or lie down, how to pose casually enough for when you call your boyfriend to come back. The mirror seems to mock you, the distorted image of yourself making tears well in your eyes. This was not how you wanted the night to go, you just want to enjoy yourself without these intrusive thoughts loudly echoing in your mind.

As a last resort, you slide under the soft sheet of your bed, pulling it up over your chest, and flick off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. You could feel the cold sweat glistening on your skin, your could hear the pound of your heart. "O-oh okay, I'm ready!" you call out faintly, wincing at the crack in your voice.

When the door swings open, a sudden rush of nerves makes your stomach tighten. The nightlight in the bathroom casting light on his strong frame. You could see he was only in boxers, the fabric clinging to his hips, highlighting the muscles in his thighs. Your eyes trace slowly upward, taking in his toned arms, his chest dusted with dark hair that was still visible. His presence was captivating, so much so that your gut twisted into a knot, a mixture of desire and anxiety.

Travis pauses and squints his eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden darkness of the room. "Honey pie?" he calls out softly, tilting his head as he looked around. "I can't even see the bed, where are you? Why ya hidin'?"

His voice sounds so sweet and caring, and you could just imagine the furrow of confusion creasing his brow. You open your mouth to respond, but no words came. Instead, a small, pathetic whimper slips out as you cover your face with your hands.

A soft click of a switch sounds nearby, and you know that Travis has found the switch for the lamp. A gentle light begins to spread across the room. His eyes immediately flicker toward you, noticing how you're tucked under the thin sheet, trying to hide. For a moment, he assumes you're doing this to tease him about what he's about to see. His gaze lingers on the shadowy outline of your naked body, and he can't help but salivate at the sight of your curves

"There's my baby…" he mutters softly, his voice husky and low, causing your thighs to squeeze together despite the slamming of your heart in your chest.

He stands over you, his hand gentle but steady as it reaches out to grab the edge of the sheet, slowly beginning to pull it down. You tighten your grip on the fabric, a rush of nerves flooding through you. "G-get the lamp," you stammer, your voice trembling as you kick yourself for the hesitation, noticing how his eyebrows knit together in confusion and concern.

"I wanna see you, sweetheart. You're teasin' me like crazy, hidin' under there," he murmurs softly, a playful smile lingering on his lips. Yet, his eyes, fill with tenderness, softening as he looks at your face, searching for some indication for how you're feeling.

Tears well in your eyes, shame tinting your cheeks and shadowing your features. "I-I thought I c-could do this…" your voice soft and cracking with each word.

You watch as Travis presses his lips into a deep frown, concern flickering in his eyes. "Do what, muffin?" he whispers, leaning over you, his hand lightly tracing the curve of your side.

Taking a deep breath, you try to blink the tears away before you speak again. "I got undressed…h-hid under the blanket…and now I-I'm too ashamed to show you.." you whisper, tears stream down your face as you clutch the frayed end of the sheet, unable to bear looking him in the eye.

"Ashamed of what?" Travis asks softly, tilting his head with a concerned frown. His brow furrows as he studies your trembling form, genuinely confused and scared he might have pushed you into something you didn't want.

Bringing your hands to your face, you take a shaky breath. "M-me…" you whimper, voice cracking as sobs wrack through your body. This was not how you wanted tonight to go, not at all. You thought you could handle this.

Travis's heart aches visibly as he looks at you, verging on the edge of tears just from hearing how harshly you feel about yourself. You were truly beautiful, he hadn't even seen you completely naked, yet he knew you were the only girl he could ever want.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, the mattress softly dips under his weight. His hand gently slides over the cool sheet and rests on your belly, warm and reassuring in his touch. To him, it feels like a simple, tender gesture until he notices the way your muscles tense beneath his fingertips.

"Oh sweetheart…" he coos, moving his hand from your stomach to gently hold your wrists. He lowers your hands so he can cup your cheek, his thumb carefully catching the tears that slide down your face.

A loud sob rattles out of you, wrenching through your body as you squeeze your eyes shut to block out the world. "I don't look like other girls. My body is disproportionate, my stomach isn't flat like it used to be…there's stretch marks, dips a-and-" struggling to speak through your crying. Your breath hitching, you gasp, unable to control your tears.

When you meet his gaze, you're taken aback by how large and glassy his eyes are, as if what you're saying is piercing his very soul, breaking his heart.

You take a deep, quivering breath and try to continue. "No one has seen me, like this since I got pregnant," you whisper, your voice hoarse. "And I know I don't look like all the other girls you've slept with." You pause to draw another shaky breath, locking eyes with him, "It's not pretty…like it used to be. My boobs are shot, my stomach is—" little whimpers and hiccups slip out as Travis briefly interrupts you with a delicate, lingering kiss against your lips. He pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

"Don't say those things about yourself, sweetheart. You're beautiful, absolutely, mind blowingly beautiful." He looks at you earnestly, each word leaving his mouth in a firm but careful tone, his eyes locking onto yours. He means every single word he says, not just saying it to make you happy but because he truly believes it. "You amaze me every day, you're the strongest person I know. You're stunning, the prettiest thing I've ever seen." His hand cups your cheek again, thumb brushing your skin, ensuring your eyes stay fixed on him. "I don't give a fuck what other girls look like. You're here right now, with me, and I am dying to show you just how beautiful you are, inside and out."

His words sit heavy on your chest, as you let out another sob, staring up at him while you try to blink away the tears.

Travis frowns, leaning over to softly kiss the tears away. "Sweet baby, your body has made and pushed out another human; that's nothing to be insecure about.". He presses kisses on each of your cheeks, then on your nose, and finally against your lips. "Lemme see, honey girl. I wanna remind you…"

His voice is calm and soothing, not pressuring or seductive, but soft and understanding. It makes you feel vulnerable, with an overwhelming warmth spreading in your core. Your hands instinctively find his soft, blonde hair, fingers tangling in the curls as you press your lips to his again. This one is different, its hungry, filled with want and need.

Travis gently breaks the kiss just as his hand reaches out to touch the smooth sheet. ""Is it okay?" he asks, voice still soft, waiting for your permission. Taking a deep, steadying, breath you nod, closing your eyes as you feel him delicately peel back the fabric.

"Oh baby," he mutters, in shock. For a second, a wave of panic rises within you and you momentarily panic. "Oh my God…oh my God…oh my God…" he moans…actually moans as his large hands touch your hips, then slide up your waist, over your belly, and settling on your breasts. He presses several kisses onto the valley of your chest before his eyes flash up to your face, "Open your eyes sweetheart."

When you do, his warm loving eyes lift, brimming with tender adoration, as if you're a cherished piece of art.

"Absolutely breathtaking." Travis whispers, a sweet smile spreading across his lips.

His knee nudges your legs apart as he lowers himself down. He groans when he sees how wet you are, pussy glistening in the dim light.

"Baby, when did you get this wet? Was it my words?" He asks, as his fingers massage into your plush thighs.

You smile shyly, slowly nodding as your hands go up to your face again, "That and when I was waiting for you…thinking about what you were gonna do to me when you saw me, and then I panicked."

Travis moves up again, his eyes are a mix of love, longing, and deep sadness. "Baby, I'm obsessed with you. I cant even begin to—fuck baby…"

His gaze wanders down your body, taking in every curve, every inch. You blush so hard that heat blossoms on your cheeks.

Travis chuckles, eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans down to kiss your cheek once more. "Turnin' all pretty and pink on me." he teases warmly, his voice a smooth whisper against your soft skin. The unexpected comment making you giggle, and he follows with a kiss on your nose, then your lips before effortlessly moving back down again.

"You were worried about your boobs? Babydoll, these are…" Pressing a slow, lingering kiss against each one, tongue swiping at your nipples, making you sigh. "Incredible, I'm comin' back here later."

Next, his hands gently touch your belly, fingertips softly caressing the supple skin as he traces the faint stretch marks that map your abdomen. He leaves sloppy open mouthed kisses across your plush flesh, warm and lingering. “This belly grew that beautiful baby," his words softly tremble, bringing tears to your eyes again. "This was her home." he whispers reverently, leaving one last tender kiss, before moving down between your legs.

Your breath hitches as you feel the heat of his breath hitting your core, sending shivers up your body. He bites his lip, jaw clenching tight, groaning softly as his eyes darken with lust.

"And this…this pretty pussy, fuck baby." He leans in, kissing the top of your mound right above your swollen clit. "This is not only the prettiest I've ever seen, but also the strongest." He coos, his thumbs gently caressing your inner thighs.

You feel yourself clench around nothing as you whine softly, he's right he’s truly making you feel beautiful…and undeniably horny.

"I get why someone got you pregnant, this addicting body." He smirks, eyes still locked on your dripping pussy.

You roll your eyes but can't hide a smile as you squint down at him, "Hey, don't get too crazy…not doing that for a while."

Travis lifts his head up quickly, eyes wide. "So you're saying it's in the cards?"

Giggling, you nudge him playfully with your knee. "We'll see how good you make me feel…"

He lowers his head back down, a devilish grin across his face. You can feel his nose lightly nudge against your clit, a soft whimper leaving your lips as you struggle to hold back, resisting the urge to buck your hips against his face.

His tongue drags slowly down your slick folds, exploring every crease with deliberate strokes before darting in and out of your opening. Your whines grow louder, a trembling emotion in the back of your throat as your hands tangle in his hair. He laps up the arousal that's seeping out of you and directly entering his mouth. He moans, lips vibrating against you as you feel him pull you closer.

"T-Trav..need more…" You whimper, and that seems to trigger a reaction inside him. His tongue moves faster, tasting and exploring as he works diligently. His spit and your fluids mingle, spreading all over his face before he takes your clit between his lips.

A passionate cry leaves your lungs, as your hips buck against his face. "S-so good…oh fuck…so good." You moan, your back arching off the mattress as his hands explore every inch of your body, warm and firm against your supple tits and belly. A reminder of his presence and intense obsession with you courses through the moment. Tears prickle at your lash line as the pressure rises in you, you swear you start to see stars.

Travis groans, his voice muffled as he whispers, "So sweet…so beautiful." He slides a finger inside, curling it just right to hit your most sensitive spot, causing you to moan so loud you're convinced the neighbors must have heard.

"Want another, baby?" He asks, tongue swirling around your clit fast enough to make you stop abruptly and gasp for breath.

"Please!" you cry out, nodding frantically as you feel a second thick finger stretch and fill you, the sensation intense and precise in all the right ways.

It doesn’t take long before you lose control, succumbing to his tongue, your body trembling and thighs quivering around his head. You cry out his name, feeling yourself clench around his fingers as you soak his chin and hand. Travis laps up every drop, drinking you down with loud greedy slurps as you writhe under him. He moans against your sensitive clit, the sound vibrating through you as he lick you clean, making you whimper and jolt through the aftershocks. You hadn't even noticed Travis had been rutting against the mattress this whole time.

Your body shivers as you pant breathlessly, coming down from your high, the rush gradually fading as your muscles relax. Travis moves back, but not before pressing a soft kiss against your clit before moving up. Your head rolls back against the pillow as he kisses up your body, burying his slick covered face against your belly and then chest.

He's painfully hard, feeling the way his cock strains against his boxers on your thigh but what he says next astonishes you.

"That was just day one baby, I don't wanna overwhelm you." he hums, "Wanna take it slow."

Your eyes fly open, looking at him in disbelief. "You're not gonna fuck me?"

He smirks, giving you a little wink, and then slots his lips firmly against yours, the warmth of his mouth making your belly flutter. You moan in to it, letting his tongue slip past your lips, tasting yourself on him. He pulls away suddenly, just as your fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers.

"We need to take it slow, its been so long, you're sensitive." Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips grazing your forehead.

You whine, crossing your arms tightly over your chest in a huff. You're touched by how sweet he is, considering the pain caused by the tent in his boxers, but you're also pissed off. The sexual frustration makes you want to scream. You need him desperately, craving the feeling of him deep inside you, stretching and filling your pussy completely.

The mattress shifts as Travis stands up, his feet shuffle across the carpet as he begins to walk toward the bathroom. Your hand quickly shoots out to catch his forearm, stopping him before he got out of your reach.

"No way, mister!" you call out, causing him to spin around, eyes wide in shock.

"Honey, it's been so long I don't want to—" he starts, but soon you cut him off.

You lean up on your elbows, breath shallow as the heat between your thighs screams for attention. "Travis," you say, trying to sound as calm as possible, but your voice wobbles. "I need you…I need you really, really bad." The words escape in a whimper, and tears start to gather in your eyes. You need him.

He freezes, expression softening into an empathetic look. Slowly, he reaches out to put a hand on your cheek. "I don't wanna hurt you, angel."

You wish you had a reply; you really wish you did, but you're desperate. "Travis…I. Need. You." pausing after each word, your eyes fixed on his. "And if you turn me down, you have one miserable night coming because if I wait one more second, I might explode."

With determination you shift on the bed, tucking your legs under yourself so you can kneel in front of him. You eyes grow wide and watery as you focus on him. They linger momentarily on the unmistakable outline of his cock against the stretched material of his boxers, then flick upward to meet his gaze.

"Travis…mama needs your cock, real bad." Sticking your lower lip out as you whisper a final plea. His wrist remains in your grasp as you gently guide it downward between your thighs, the air thickening with tension. A faint whine fills the room as you slide his finger through your soaked lips, "Need your thick cock.."

He shudders, eyelashes fluttering as he rubs the pad of his finger against your clit, you moan in a long exhale.

"Don't wanna hurt you." Travis mutters, you can see how conflicted he feels, your heart skips a beat.

You lazily ghost your lips over his neck, another whine leaving your lips, "You won't, you'll make me so happy…so full of you." you whisper seductively, as you nibble at the shell of his ear. "Unless you don't want that?" Pulling back just enough to look in his eyes, tilting your head to the side, pouting.

Travis shakes his head, swallowing hard. "No, no…I want that," he protests, desire flickering in his eyes. You lean closer to his neck, feeling the warmth of his sticky skin, and lightly drag your tongue over his pulse point, feeling it quicken.

Then laying back down, with a slow deliberate motion, your eyes never looking anywhere but at him. You spread your legs, looking at him with a playful smile. "Then take me…"

You weren't sure if you had ever seen a man pull his underwear off so quick, almost causing himself to stumble as he kicked them to the floor. You try not to giggle, biting your lip as you watch him crawl up the bed, toward you, his bare knee padding against the sheets.

His large cock rests against his stomach, you moan at the sight of his red tip dotted with precum that smears onto his happy trail with each movement. You bite your lip, hips bucking against air. "Oh fuck…I need you."

Grinning, Travis wraps his strong arm around you, his palm pressing steadily against your back as he pulls you closer. He takes his cock, sliding the tip through your slick folds, your juices smearing together on both of you. "Please…please…" you shudder, trembling under him as you grip onto his shoulders.

"Easy sweet thing, I got you." Travis coos, lips grazing over your skin as he leans down to drop a tender kiss to your forehead. His warm breath brushing softly against your skin as he slowly sinks into you.

You mewl, back arching as his thick cock stretches you. Each inch of him gliding against your walls just right as you gasp beneath him, gripping his shoulders. You moan sinfully as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust to the delicious stretch. "S-so big…need more." you sigh, nails scratching his back as you dig your heels into his waist, pulling him closer,

Travis chokes out a strangled groan, filling you to the hilt. He tightly grips onto the sheet, trying to keep the steady pace as he slow as possible he fucks into you. But you want more, you need more. "P-please…p-please hmmph Trav…need more." You cry pitifully, bucking your hips up against his.

He lets go of the sheet, finding your hand that had flopped next to your head. His fingers lace together with yours as he quickens the pace, grunting as his hips slam into yours. The wet sound of skin slapping fills the room, as Travis lets out a pleased hum. "Taking my cock so good baby…such a good girl…" he pants, squeezing your hand.

"S-so full," needy little whines leaving your parted lips with each thrust.

Travis nips at your neck, moving down to the skin by your collarbone, sucking on the sweet spot, and then running his tongue over it. "You're so tight…fuck." Pressing his forehead against yours, mouth hanging open, his breath ghosts over your lips.

You're stretching with each thrust, crying out while every grind of his hips catches his hair on your puffy clit. Pleasure pulsing quickly inside you, faster than it ever had before. "Travis, I-'gonna…fuck!"

The coil in your belly snaps, dissolving into toe curling pleasure. Eyes rolling back as your climax tears through your body. You tremble in his arms as your muscles tense, clinging to his back as your nails leave dents in his skin. His name rolls off your tongue in loud moans followed by a sharp gasp when you feel your release squirt out of you.

Travis digs his fingers into your hips, "Oh..my God..fuck." His babbles low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine. His eyes shut tightly, groaning in your ear, as your pussy clenches around him.

Once your haze fades a little, it dawns on you how quickly you came and a blush shrouds your face, "I'm…I-m sorry I came so f-fast, I just haven't done that in a while." you stutter, hiding your face in his neck.

Travis stops mid thrust, still deep inside you, holding off with a shaky breath. Eyes opening as he lifts his head up, gently rubbing his thumb against the spot he had been gripping.

"No, no, that's good baby, that's so good. I wanna make you feel good and that felt like you felt damn good." He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your damp shoulder.

You pull away from his neck, still out of breath, face flushed. "You can finish in me." You whisper shyly and his eyes go wide.

"Ya sure?"

You nod, "I've been on the pill since Lucy, might as well make use of it."

Travis smashes his mouth into yours in a hungry, messy kiss, teeth clicking as his tongue swirls around yours. His thrusts begin again, rough, and sloppier than before, you can tell he's getting close.

Your fingers tangle in his hair tugging hard, feeling him snap his hips against yours. Panting out little whines every time his cock pulses against your sensitive g-spot, it feels intoxicating.

"You look so pretty…all fucked out…creaming all over me." Travis coos, looking down at where you're connected. Streaks of your cream coating his cock every time he draws back, you feel him twitching inside you.

"Wanna feel you cum in me," You whine softly, "Want you to fill me up…it's been so long Trav. Want you t'claim me."

The little pleads just egg him on, bringing him closer as he shudders out a broken moan, babbling your name as his hips lurch forwards, spilling inside of you with a low breathy growl. Some of his cum drips down his shaft, there's so much of it as he periodically jerks his hips, pushing more inside you just for it to spill back out.

You whimper, body trembling from the warmth as your mouth hangs open, "Fuck, Travis." feeling him smirk against your neck, a low groan rasping from his throat.

"So good, you took me so well, you were so good for me." his babble comes out a little hoarse as he comes down from his high. Breath uneven, his body limp, and boneless against you; making you feel safe.

"Evidently you needed some release too." You tease, twirling his hair around your fingers.

Travis's breath tickles your damp skin as he chuckles, a sigh leaving his lips. He pulls back just enough so he can look you in the eye, nose rubbing against yours. "You did so good for me honey pie." the gentle sound of his voice almost making you want to cry…again.

His lips slot against yours once more, weaving together slow tentative adoration as his hands explore your body. "Feel so good against me, feels so good to be inside you…feels so good to hold you."

Blinking away tears, you cup his face in your hand, "Thank you." you whisper, watching Travis smile wide. His thumbs rubbing up and down your ribs, holding you close to him like if he let go you'd disappear, and he can't have that happen.

The two of you stay in that deep embrace, Travis laying on top of you, head tucked under your chin in sweet contentment. Every few minutes he sprinkles kisses all over your jaw and collarbone, making you giggle.

Your eyelids gradually start to feel heavy under the warmth of his body, but you feel him start to stir. Whining as he pulls out, the emptiness aching more than the fullness did. Keeping your eyes shut you hear him pick his boxers up off the floor, followed by his feet padding against the carpet to head to the bathroom.

The next thing you know he's gently tapping your knee, making your eyes flutter open. He's standing over you with a lovesick smile on his face, a damp cool cloth held in his hand. Shining a sleepy smile, you spread your legs to let him clean you up. A whimper falls from your lips, making him freeze.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks hesitantly, carefully searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

You smile, slowly blinking the sleepier you got. "No, no, its just been a long time and we…enjoyed ourselves a lot." Breaking out in a giggle, feeling so giddy it hammers in your chest and you love every bit of it.

Travis takes your hands and carefully pulls you up to a sitting position on the bed, picking up his t-shirt that was thrown on the floor earlier and slipping it over your head. The shirt was big and soft, wrapping your tired muscles in a sense of security.

You began to stand up, feeling your legs start to wobble once you put weight on them.

"Need my help?" He asks, arm instantly wrapping around your waist.

"I think I got it." Taking a small step as you slip out of his grasp, your legs feeling a little more like part of your body and a little less like jelly.

"But if you do need me-"

"You'll be the first to know." Turning to look over your shoulder before entering the bathroom, a smirk toying at your lips.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you settle back into bed, pulling the cool sheets over your tired legs. Travis presses a tender kiss to the top of your head, lips lingering, as his arm instinctively pulls you closer.

You curl up comfortably against him, resting your head on his broad chest, the steady beat of his heart thumping in your ear.

"Thank you for being so good to me." you mumble, eyelids beginning to flutter, as the exhaustion begins to take over.

it had been several months into the making of michael, and many times you had gone to watch jaafar rehearse or had visited him on set, mostly when he was doing the dance routines, as that constituted a huge part of the role and was what required the most effort. today was one of those days where you visited him, and mid-afternoon was when you arrived.

wearing a tight black tank top and a pair of white low-waisted sweatpants, you made your way to the rehearsal room, opening the door to quite a lot of people, where jaafar and his backup dancers were in the process of practicing the thriller routine. rich and tone, michael's own choreographers from the nineties, were advising jaafar on the particularities of each move, and had been supporting his progress from day one. now they'd all just finished up for a break, so your arrival was in perfect timing, although you did enjoy watching him rehearse, and you would be there long enough today to both cuddle with him and consume his talent.

jaafar was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of black pants from the set wardrobe, with white socks and michael's iconic black loafers on his feet.

"hey, good job, man," rich said to him, patting him on the back.

you watched jaafar as he smiled in response, but then turned and sighed to himself, rubbing his eyes with exhaustion. he had been dancing for hours, burdening himself with putting so much pressure on working toward perfection and therefore being happy with nothing less, despite the fact that they had only recently started practicing thriller, so perfection at that stage was virtually impossible.

he walked over to a corner and took a few sips of water, then turned and saw you. his face lit up, your favourite smile shining in front of you as a result of your presence.

you skipped over. "hi, baby," you said softly.

"hey, sweet girl," he smiled, setting his water bottle down and pulling you into his arms. "'m so happy to see you."

with your arms around him, you murmured into the crook of his neck as he held you so close, rocking you slightly in his arms. "i'm happy to see you too, baby. how are things today?"

you pulled back to look at him, and he kept his arms around your waist. he averted his eyes to the floor. "uh, not the best."

"what do you mean?" you ran your hand up and down his forearm soothingly.

"i can't get the choreography right. i keep missing little movements and it's stressing me out."

"j," you sighed, cupping his cheek to make him look at you. "you really haven't been practicing this dance all that long—i don't think anyone's expecting you to have everything perfect already. i doubt that even your uncle himself always got everything right on first try."

he gave a small smile, and you ran your thumb over his cheekbone.

"or maybe he did," you added with a chuckle. "because he's michael jackson. but that's besides the point."

"yeah, i know. i think i'm a little too hard on myself."

"you think?" you raised a brow with a knowing smile. that was an understatement. he was way too hard on himself when it came to perfecting this role.

jaafar smiled wider, and your heart melted as you looked at him. his curls were all messy, grown out to fit the thriller era, and you wished his hair would be like this all the time; but as he always made very clear, he was very particular about hairstyles, and personally preferred his shorter hair best. you thought he looked handsome either way, but admittedly you adored running your hands through his curls more than anything, and therefore the fuller they were the better. funnily enough, jaafar hated anyone touching his hair, but that sentiment referred to everyone except for you. outwardly, what he'd tell people was that he was the only one with the privilege of touching his own hair, but in your private moments, there was nothing your man loved more than to feel your soft hands threading through the softness of the hair he pretended he wanted nobody to touch.

"have you eaten, baby?" you asked him, hoping he hadn't forgotten about lunch in favour of prioritising his perfectionism.

"oh yeah, i had lunch a couple hours ago. you got here just in time because we've been rehearsing for about two hours and now we get a break for another two. they're usually not that long, but today has been a lot already, so that’s why.”

"yay," you sighed happily, leaning forward into his chest again. his arms still held you, and you received a quick forehead kiss, feeling his smile against the crown of your head, before he let go of your waist and took your hand.

"okay, you wanna go cuddle somewhere for a bit?" he asked.

"yes," you grinned, linking your arm into his. everyone was spilling out of the room around the two of you, leaving to enjoy the break.

jaafar took you to one of the rooms in the building, on the third floor. you didn't know what it was for, since it was so spacious but with virtually nothing of substance in it. the important thing though was that it had a semi-comfortable couch with a few throw pillows, and if you and jaafar weren't lucky enough to be in the presence of a bed right now, this couch would do.

you sat down first and outstretched your arms to your boyfriend. he smiled brightly and chuckled, positioning himself to lay sideways across the length of the couch, then rested his pretty head on your lap. you each hummed in content, and instinctively your hands settled in the curls below you.

"just relax now, baby," you whispered, scratching gently at his scalp. "shut your eyes and try to get some sleep. i don't want this role to start taking its toll on you, because you're doing so well—better than anyone could've ever expected from anybody."

"thank you, angel," jaafar murmured into your lap, cheek warmed by the soft fabric of your sweats. "that means a lot."

"of course," you smiled. "now, i'd love to kiss you but you look pretty cosy down there."

"i am," he grinned against you.

time passed, and jaafar perhaps would've fallen asleep, had it not been for the fact that the two of you couldn't stop talking to each other. it was always this way at home too—you'd get in bed intending to go to sleep, but you had the shared chatterbox quality of two best friends, because he was in fact your very best friend, and you were his. this afternoon you weren't talking about anything particularly necessary, rather just whatever came to mind, and you were so lost in your conversation that you both totally forgot that jaafar was supposed to be resting. well, in some way this was resting, as you did always relax his nervous system, but he also needed sleep too.

"sing for me," you ordered—teasingly because you knew he hated that.

"no, i don't wanna sing," he replied shyly, hiding his face where it rested on your thigh.

"why not? you're so shy, baby," you laughed, softly tugging on a few curls. "but don't be like that with me—i wanna hear your voice."

"you can hear it later, when i'm rehearsing."

"i wanted to hear it now that the two of us are alone."

"no," he persisted, burrowing his face further into you like a frustrated child.

you laughed in amusement. "y'want me to fight you on this?"

jaafar pulled back, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were sleepy. "doesn't matter what we do—i'm still not singing for you."

"jaafar," you scolded with a playfully stern tone. still, he only looked at you with lighthearted disdain, then cuddled back into your lap again.

"nope!" you sighed and reached down to start tickling his waist.

"no, stop it," he protested, laughing as he sat up beside you and pinned you beneath a teasing counterattack.

"jaafar, no—"

he tickled all up and down your torso, while you squealed and kicked at him, holding onto his forearms.

"you started it," he chuckled, partly at how silly you looked trying to hit at him. then you nudged his bicep, and finally he let up.

"shut up," you muttered, with a grin impossible to suppress.

now jaafar straightened on the couch, and you climbed into his lap instinctively, perched on his thigh sideways with your legs across him.

"i just wanted to hear my boy sing." you squeezed his cheek, and he blushed, squinting his eyes in that adorable way so characteristic of him whenever he felt shy.

"j, you're so beautiful, come here," you said in awe, moving so that you were now straddling him. you cupped his pretty face and watched his cute, flustered look—the way he always looked when you complimented him so intimately.

"you're beautiful," he replied, as always shifting the focus back to you over himself.

"mm, we're talking about you right now." you leaned forward on him and held his head to your chest by the nape of his neck.

absentmindedly, he kissed above your breast, where the neckline of your top was a little low, then looked up at you again.

"i love you... i love you so much..." you whispered, pressing kisses all over his face while his handsome smile only widened. "my prince. you're doing amazing."

"thank you, baby," he replied with a light squeeze of your ass.

"you look so sleepy," you pointed out, running your thumb over the soft skin of his cheek.

"yeah," jaafar sighed.

"let's take a nap. a real one this time—not like before where i told you that you could sleep on me but then all i did was talk to you the whole time," you laughed.

he laughed too—such a beautiful sound. "okay, but not in here. in the next room, there's a much wider couch—i totally forgot about it. it's way more comfortable than this one."

"alright, we'll go in there." a yawn left your mouth and you rubbed your eyes.

"you tired too, baby?" jaafar asked, wrapping his arms securely around your waist with a soft kiss to your lips.

"a little. i didn't get much sleep last night."

"so we both need a nap," he smiled. "i have just over an hour until i need to get back in there."

"okay, i hope this couch is as comfy as you say because i want us to fall asleep instantly."

"well, i don't know about instantly, but it's much better than this tiny thing." he gestured to the piece of furniture they'd been making do with.

then, unexpectedly he hooked his arms underneath your thighs and stood up with you in his hold. reflexively, you wrapped your legs around his waist with a soft squeal, arms around his neck.

he proceeded to carry you out of the door, and began making his way to the next room. you giggled in his arms, and as you passed through the hall, two women working behind the scenes saw you.

"they're so adorable," one said to the other.

he opened the door, holding you with one arm. "yes, there's no one in here," he celebrated gladly. then, he took you over to the couch by the window and set you down.

eagerly you both laid on your sides facing each other, but while this piece of furniture was wide enough in comparison to what you'd had in the other room, you still had to press your bodies very close together, your leg thrown over his thigh, one of his legs between yours—limbs completely entwined. but that was how you both usually slept, so it was no issue. you preferred anything that gave you an excuse to sleep with your man as tightly bundled up as could be.

"c'mere, need you as close as possible..." jaafar murmured. "my teddy bear."

you laughed warmly as he tugged you impossibly closer, your head now tucked into the crook of his neck. "j, you run way warmer than me. you're the teddy bear."

he chuckled, beginning to play with your hair. "you know, this is the type of thing my guys would tease the hell out of us for."

"and you shouldn't care," you said plainly, then pressed several quick kisses to his lips. you began to deepen your affection, before remembering you hadn't finished what you meant to say.

"i'm head over heels for you, j," you twirled a few strands of his messy curls in your hands, "and i love when you baby me. cringe doesn't exist when you're in love."

"yeah, likewise," he grinned. jaafar truly adored the way you would dote on him and make him feel so safe. you both had that same effect on each other, but he would never admit anywhere other than with you that he enjoyed being babied by his girl.

"okay, let's get some sleep now," you sighed in content, resting your hands in his hair. his arms held you in their protectiveness, so secure.

you kept shuffling around quite a bit at first, because since you always insisted on sleeping with one another and never alone, that meant that in this current circumstance you were quite literally suffocating each other—in the most perfect way. it was the cosiest cuddle ever, but you just had to get the exact positioning right.

"i should've brought a blanket," jaafar said.

"what, am i not enough?" you joked.

"that's not what i meant," he chuckled. "i thought a blanket would make it more comfortable for you."

"no, you're perfect enough, baby. and now…” you kissed his jaw, "you really need this nap, so with all due respect, please shut up."

"fine, i'm shutting up," he laughed, "but i'd bet money on you being the one to speak next."

you nudged his thigh with your knee. "now that you've said that, i'm never speaking again."

"shh, you know i love hearing you talk," jaafar murmured, moving his head so that he faced you directly.

you bumped heads as he moved, and each groaned at the light pain of the sudden meeting, but immediately afterward you were both laughing. now you were nose-to-nose, adorably.

"ow, you're annoying," you pouted.

"i wanted to look at you."

"you need to be looking at nothing, because you need to be sleeping."

"no, just one more thing." he pecked your lips, speaking with sincerity. "i'm so happy you're here, angel. i don't ever want you to go."

you blushed in his arms, and tried to look away from how beautifully intense his gaze was, but of course you were so close your noses were touching, so instead you opted to shut your eyes. you scrunched up your face shyly.

"what are you doing?" jaafar chuckled, squeezing your cheek. "look at me, pretty girl."

"no—you're giving me butterflies looking at me like that." still you kept your eyes shut, and removed one hand from jaafar's hair to cover your face with it. you'd been together for so long, but he would forever make you feel this way.

"butterflies, huh?" he smirked, and of course you couldn't see the smirk, but could hear it enough in his tone. then he squeezed your waist and ass, causing you to gasp, and the hand over your face now went to hold his bicep to stop his teasing.

"jaafar, i'm serious, we need to sleep," you said through smiles you couldn't contain.

"what if we just make out instead?"

"baby, i thought you wanted to sleep."

"i do—i'd just... rather do other things if you're here."

the problem was that with how much time he'd been spending rehearsing, he consequently wasn't spending as much time with you as he wished to; therefore, he liked to spend what little time you had together as awake rather than asleep.

you rolled your eyes lightheartedly.

"and your lips are right there... right in front of me," he added. "it's a waste otherwise."

"nope." you gently pushed his head back as his lips briefly touched yours. "shut your eyes, pretty boy."

jaafar sighed deeply, then repositioned his arms around you and rested his head against the side of your face. "alright, fine..."

a few moments of genuine silence finally passed, and then you felt him murmur against your skin again.

"will you play with my hair?"

you made a soft giggle, the sound hitting his ears angelically, and at his request your hands returned to his curls, fingers wreathing through rhythmically. he sighed in content, and so did you.

just under an hour later, jaafar's resting time was over, and luckily you'd both fallen asleep very quickly in each other's embrace. now you were both still sound asleep, in a slumber as secure as a baby's, when a group of people walked in.

"oh my god, that's cute as fuck," one woman exclaimed, taking out her phone to snap a picture of the two of you. she was one of the backup dancers and had entered beside two other women, one being another dancer and one being asia fuqua, who would be playing ola ray's character in thriller, and also happened to be the director's daughter.

"yeah, they're so in love, it's adorable," asia added. "literally attached at the hip."

they watched as jaafar unconsciously tried to pull you even closer in his sleep (and mind you, there was not a single ounce of distance between you to close) and none of the three women wanted to disrupt your peaceful cuddle. except, someone had to tell jaafar that he needed to get up and prepare himself for the busy hours ahead.

"i don't wanna wake them," the second woman said. "i'd feel bad."

but then suddenly the director himself, antoine, walked in. he didn’t usually attend rehearsals, but today he was here to see jaafar’s progress.

"what is going on in here?" he asked, perplexed because jaafar was never late for rehearsal, and he'd been looking all over the building for him. as he questioned the situation, he hadn't yet noticed the sleeping couple sprawled across the couch on the opposite end of the room. "jaafar's supposed to be in the rehearsal room right now. did you not find him?"

"he's over there," asia pointed with a giddy smile. "but how cute are they, dad?"

the others chuckled at how silly this was. antoine squinted, looking over at where jaafar laid wrapped up in you, still fast asleep.

"very sweet," he said plainly. "but what would be sweeter is if one of you would go and wake him up for me, thank you."

everyone started laughing, even antoine, and then asia took it upon herself to go over to the two of you.

she shook jaafar gently. "hey," she said, whisper-shouting.

he didn't stir, so she shook him again with a little more force. "jaafar—you need to get up."

now he did begin to stir, groaning at this disruption of the sleep he'd finally got to indulge in. he kept his eyes shut for a few more moments, wanting to drift off again, but then he heard asia's voice clearly, and his eyes shot open.

"wh—? am i late for something?"

as his senses awoke, he took notice of you, still warm and soft against him, now beginning to stir too. instantly jaafar felt a shockwave of embarrassment, and nudged you gently to wake you up properly.

"they just need you in the rehearsal room. you're only late by a few minutes—we came to get you," asia explained.

now you opened your eyes too and felt a similar embarrassment, especially when you noticed the other women across the room, with antoine himself stood behind, waiting.

"but," asia continued, "we almost weren't gonna wake you, because this is a very adorable scene right here."

now you were fully awake, and felt so incredibly awkward. they were all looking at both of you. you'd never felt so shy, nor had jaafar.

"oh my god, i'm sorry. we should've set an alarm or something," you said, and at once both you and jaafar moved away from each other, getting up from the couch quickly despite your drowsiness.

"no, don't worry," one of the other women chimed in. "look, we got a picture—you guys are so cute." she walked up to show you, and you had to admit it was indeed a beautiful photo.

"and by the way, girl," she added, "he was trying to pull you closer even in his sleep."

your smile grew at that. you turned to jaafar beside you. "were you?"

he looked ridiculously mortified. he was shy enough in general, but now he thought this must have looked so unprofessional. "well, i wouldn't know—i was asleep."

you rolled your eyes and hit his arm playfully. "don't look so terrified, j. they caught us cuddling, not having sex."

then you turned back to face the others. "anyway, again i'm so sorry i ate into your schedule. i'm putting this man back in your hands now." you chuckled, standing behind him and softly pushing him forward with your hands on his shoulders.

"go on, baby," you whispered in his ear with a final kiss to his cheek. "i'll be watching, so do your best for me."

jaafar's signature smile lit up his face again at your words, and he pulled you into a side hug, before walking out of the room to continue with a long hard day of rehearsals.

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ thank you for reading! i literally had butterflies writing this omg. i committed to making it as adorable as possible, because i want this with him so fucking bad.

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“You’re here—finally! I’ve only been waiting for like the whole day.” He playfully rolled his eyes, lifting you in his arms while you giggled.

“I didn’t wanna come too early.” You confessed quietly, and Steve shook his head.

“I don’t care whenever you come, only that you’re here.” He booped your nose, and immediately took your stuff, placing them in his room before coming back to you.

He put on a comedy movie as you settled down, before ordering pizza for you both. “I’m starting to think the only thing you eat is pizza, Stevie.” You raised a brow.

He shrugged but didn’t deny it. “It’s a Friday night—I don’t feel like making anything.” He sprawled himself over you as you waited for the food to arrive.

And it was delicious, or perhaps it was only because you were sharing the meal with your boyfriend. You finished the rest of the movie and it was getting late, at the signal of your yawn Steve picked himself off of you, stretching his arms above his head.

“C’mon, it’s time for bed sweet girl.” He led you to his bedroom.

“I’m gonna take a shower, I won’t be long, alright baby?” He said, and you nodded, sitting down on his mattress while you waited.

It was only five minutes later when Steve looked around his bathroom and realized he forgot to bring a towel with him.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself.

“Honey!” He called out for you, raising his voice to be heard above the running water.

You quirked your head outside the room, wondering if Steve wanted you—before mentally slapping yourself, of course he meant you.

“Yes?” You responded in the same tone, standing up.

“Can you please get me a towel, baby? I forgot mine.” Steve asked, feeling slightly bad.

“Ok!” You eagerly said, looking around his room for one before spotting it lying across the floor near his closet.

You picked it up quickly, but paused before turning the doorknob. The thought of him being bare made your face go scarlet, he obviously needed his privacy, right? You closed your eyes tightly, before entering, holding your hand out that held onto the towel.

Steve heard slow steps padding across the floor and stuck his head out from the curtains to see you. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you clumsily attempting to navigate around his bathroom, while trying not to bump into anything.

“Baby, why do you have your eyes closed?” He asked gently.

You furrowed your brows in the most adorable manner, tilting your head to the side. “Well, why shouldn’t they be? You’re showering.” You stated as if it was obvious.

Steve laughed lightly, wishing he could just scoop you into his arms. “There’s no need to be shy, sweetheart. You’ve seen every inch of me.” He couldn’t stop the smugness from taking over his tone.

If you weren’t already blushing before, you definitely were now. You swallowed thickly, stammering as your eyes still remained closed.

“Uh—I…you can’t say that!” You huffed, a small pout forming on your lips.

Steve’s smile softened at your shyness, reaching out to hold your elbow and pull you the rest of the way towards him. “Open them, baby.” He placed his hands under your chin, lifting it to coax you into opening them.

You slowly fluttered your lashes open, revealing the irises he so dearly loved. Your breath caught as you observed his dewy skin, droplets of water sliding down his chest and hair that fell over his forehead—he looked so beautiful. Realizing you had been staring, you hastily averted your gaze, flickering your eyes around.

“H-Here you go.” Was the only thing you could say as he pushed the towel into his hands, about to turn back around until he caught you once more.

“Why don’t you join me, sweetheart?” Steve blurted, and your eyes widened.

“What?” You loudly exclaimed.

“Come in while the waters still warm.” He explained, though it was only a reason to try to convince you.

You contemplated the offer, still feeling the urge to run, but with how sweet Steve was staring at you, you refused to look away.

“Are you sure?” You shifted your weight around on each foot.

“Of course.” He said without hesitation, trailing his hands down to grip at the edge of your top, already trying to work it off of you.

“Okay, okay!” You laughed, pushing them away, capable of undressing yourself.

“Just helping.” He winked, before turning away to give the space you needed to shed yourself.

You took a small breath, not believing how you were still alive in this moment, and slowly began to take your clothes off. Without a sound, you stepped into the shower, and Steve grinned—immediately allowing you to take his place under the stream of water.

It was warm, though you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through you. You heard the sounds of Steve rummaging around for a moment, before he gently placed his large hands over your scalp, raking shampoo through the entirety of your hair.

“You don’t have to.” You whispered, but relishing under his care.

“I want to.” He hummed back, massaging as your head tilted back until it hit against his shoulder, a sigh escaping you.

He leaned down to press a feather light kiss on your forehead, happy when you smiled in response. Even when his hands started to ache he didn’t pull away, releasing all the built up tension in your head.

You rinsed your hair, about to return the same treatment before realizing he had already washed his own. You deflated a little, and watched as Steve squeezed a generous amount of body wash—his body wash, into his palm and set his hands on your body again.

“Just let me take care of you,” he mouthed against the space below your ear, guiding the soap down the slope of your shoulders, across the span of your chest, and the sides of your waist until it lathered.

You felt like you could cry—his kisses never stopped around your neck and throat. Steve bent down, holding your leg as he cleaned your thighs and calves, giving the utmost care, even when he reached your softest parts. You stared down at him with affection, moving his head back up to look at you so you could connect your lips in thanks, communicating all the words you couldn’t say.

He only returned the same expression, keeping his hands on you even when the water hit your warm body, and you stayed close the whole time, rubbing your hands up and down his biceps.

It was unclear how long you two stayed like that, only that eventually the water turned cold and you grew concerned for Steve’s water bill, he reached behind you to turn it shut, helping you out so you wouldn’t slip.

You felt unbelievably giddy afterwards, getting dressed together and brushing your teeth. He smiled at you through the reflection of the mirror, and his mouth tasted of mint when he couldn’t help but kiss you afterwards.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He said into the darkness of the room, wrapping you back into his arms underneath the softness of his blanket.

“Goodnight, Stevie.” You responded, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his chest, sighing comfortably.

if you weren’t so horny, you would be ashamed to admit that you wanted to bite him. his hands, his arms. his fingers wedged between your teeth. sucking marks all over him, rightfully claiming what’s yours.

your favourite thing is how protected you feel when jaafar’s arms tense up around you when he lifts you up with only a low grunt, lips brushing over your forehead in the process as he calls you every sweet name in the book whenever you feel stressed or sad.

it all happens with one simple stare. well, not really simple, because jaafar knows you better than you know yourself sometimes. he always knows when your stares and glances mean something more.

you’re on the sofa, legs tangled together, you resting on jaafar’s chest as you listen to his heart beat steadily under his ribcage. your eyes aren’t really on the tv, but more on him. his arms, in particular.

“you’re staring, baby.”

it takes a couple of seconds before you answer back, eyes completely zeroing in on his biceps. “what?”

“i said you’re staring,” he sounds somewhat amused, a slight smirk on his face. “you like my arms?” he lazily extends one arm experimentally, muscles automatically flexing along with the movement.

and damn, if that doesn’t immediately make your mouth water. especially now that your stupid beautiful boyfriend is waving his left arm around, right in your face.

the muscles in his arms look like little hills, skin even like an iced cake, perfect to sink your teeth into.

you finally remember to respond. “i— i do, i think.” you downright admit, heat creeping up your cheeks. your thighs already clamp together from his teasing tone alone. “especially this part—”

your nimble fingers already settle over jaafar’s forearm to pull him closer to you. your fingers squeeze around his bicep, feeling the thick tendons underneath his skin.

without thinking, you press one tentative kiss to the area, just letting it linger there, gauging your boyfriend’s reaction. the amused grin is still plastered on his face, this time with a darker, heavier gaze in his eyes.

“do you now, huh?” he asks, cupping your chin with his free hand, thumb rubbing back and forth. you nod happily, pressing another kiss to the muscle, this time pinching the skin between your teeth before you suck.

one more. another. and another, until his arm is covered in your glittery lipgloss, purple marks and slippery with your saliva. “you're killing me over here, princess.” your boyfriend grunts, his head tilting back from the sensation.

before you can press another kiss to jaafar’s arm, he’s already flipped you over, caging you in between his arms, his breath ghosting over your swollen lips.

“you’re so sweet. such a sweet girl. kissin’ all over me,” he whispers — even though you’re alone — his hot mouth travelling over the column of your neck. “gonna show me how much you like my arms, baby?”

a/n: sorry i keep cutting scenes off before the smut I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN SO LONG I THINK I FORGOT HOW TO (and haven't been intimate with anyone in a long time but that's too tmi) pls be patient with me, and sorry for cockblocking 💔