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Jack Abbot x younger! reader

Description: You and Jack have been hooking up it’s starting to turn into something more when he disappears on you.

Warnings: Cursing, biting, smut 18+ pnv semi public sex (i think that’s it let me know if i missed something!)

It started off with a passionate kiss outside of the bar after a staff outing, then slowly became much too frequent secret hook ups.

Dr. Abbot’s your boss and quite frankly old enough to be your dad, but the sex made everything worth it.

As much as you’d tried to stop yourself you caught feelings for him. Maybe it was the way he’d let you sleep over afterwards or cook you pancakes when you woke up, possibly even how he’d remembered your coffee order with the chocolate swirled scone. He was perfectly warm when you nuzzled your head into his bare chest through the night.

Now he was avoiding you, or at-least you assumed he was. You’d come extraordinarily close to admitting yourself just to see him. Finally deciding to give up you’d inquired about switching to day shift in which Robby replied “you’ll need to inform Abbot”

You’ve gotta be kidding me you thought

“Can’t you do it?” You pleaded

With an annoyed sigh and a knowing glare “fine.”

Some time during your shift you’d seen Jack and Robby talking. His eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed together in confusion? Why confusion? Hadn’t he wanted to get rid of you?

Then he called you over

Fuck

“Why’re you switching your shift ?” He questioned as a hint of hurt flicked across his features before he pushed it back down.

“I uhm..no reason.?” Confidence no where to be seen in fact you could’ve folded right there had he asked you to stay on nights.

He looked towards the break room wanting to speak privately. Taking the hint you walk over and wait for him to do the same.

“What’s really the problem?” He asked attitude heavy in his tone

You’re sensitive and have always been. The way he spoke to you only made it worse, you’d put on your big girl panties ready to speak your mind, but now your lip was wobbling and your eyes were glossy.

“I..You hurt my feelings” you admitted embarrassingly.

Then your pager went off and you left swiftly.

As soon as you’d finished with your patient you’d excused yourself with the guise of needing new gloves. Now you sat on a crate in a supply closet, head in your hands, crying.

He’d been watching you, he always did. The door clicked open.

“Hey”

“Leave me alone”

“C’mon, baby what’s wrong” he pushed.

You lifted your head trying to make out his face in the dark room. “What ever could you mean Dr. Abbot” you replied snidely.

“Don’t do that”

“It’s not fair” you huffed angrily

“It’s not fair that you can fuck me then toss me aside”

“I was protecting you”

“From what?” You ask patience wearing thin.

“Me” he breathes and for the first time you understand. He was afraid of his own feelings. Feelings that felt too big and had gotten too real. Feelings he was scared to admit were there.

Your hands were gripping the neckline of his shirt then your lips were on his. Your arms thrown around his neck as he pushed you up against the door. Jack nipped at your neck teeth grazing your pulse.

He yanked your pants down along with your panties as he pulled his own down along with his briefs. His arms came up to your thighs and pulled them around his waist.

After some light teasing he slipped his heavy cock into you.

“Jack” you moaned

He thrusted deep and hard inside your tight cunt “I hurt your feelings baby?”

You only nodded as tears adorned your eyes.

“I’m sorry” jack groaned into your neck as he continued you to thrust up into your heat.

He kisses you hoping to dull your moans that got louder as you neared the edge. Jack’s thick fingers found your clit and rubbed tight relentless circles.

“I missed you” you sobbed into his mouth.

“I’m know baby, I’m sorry” he cooed kissing those pretty tears away.

“Fuuuck I love you”

His thrusts stopped and you whined desperately at the loss of much needed friction. “You love me?” Jack asks a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Yes, I love you”

Jack places a soft kiss on your swollen lips “I love you too” and then he was fucking into you again.

Your legs shake, moans became high pitched and your pussy tightened, a sign he knew oh so well that you were close.

“Cum for me, baby I need it” he groaned as your warm pussy sucked him in.

Soon you’re crying out and squirting on him as he follows after you spurting his warm ropes of cum into you.

“Come over after your shift , please” he says almost pleading.

“Ok” you say softly grabbing your discarded pants and leaving. 10 minutes later he exits.

Robby walks up to Jack patting his shoulder “So I’m gonna take a wild guess she’s gonna stay on nights”

Michael B. Jordan x Pediatric Nurse Influencer!reader

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Part III — Almost Caught

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Erik “N’Jadaka” Stevens x Princess!Reader

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻 18+ cursing (i think that’s it let me kmow if i’m missing something

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: 𝙞’𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙩𝙩𝙩 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤★

By the time you reached your chambers, your patience was gone, not just worn thin. You’d spent hours holding yourself still, forcing your expression into something controlled while he stood across the room looking at you like none of it mattered. Like he didn’t care who saw.Like he already knew you’d look back.

You shut the door behind you harder than you meant to, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet. For a second, you just stood there, breathing, trying to shake off the weight of the hall, of your father, of every moment you had to pretend.

“You always slam doors like that when you’re thinking about me?”

You turned so fast your pulse jumped. He was already there, not halfway hidden, just there. Leaned back like he’d been waiting long enough to get comfortable, watching you with that same look he had all night.

“You’ve lost your mind,” you whispered, already crossing the room toward him. “You came here before I even—if anyone saw you—”

“They didn’t,” he said, straightening, pushing off the wall like your concern wasn’t even a factor.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“You don’t,” you shot back, stopping in front of him, close enough now that your voice dropped without you meaning it to.

“You left the hall early. That alone—”

“And you noticed,” he cut in, just as quiet.

You paused.

“That’s not—”

“You noticed,” he repeated, softer now, like he was confirming it for himself.

Your breath slowed, uneven. “I notice everything in that room. I have to.”

“Not like that,” he said, stepping closer.

“You kept looking at me,” he added, his voice low, not teasing this time, certain.

Your jaw tightened slightly. “So did you.”

“Yeah,” he said without hesitation. “Wasn’t hiding it.”

“That’s exactly the problem.”

“Nah,” he murmured, stopping just in front of you, close enough that the space between you didn’t feel like distance anymore. “Problem is you acting like you didn’t want me to.”

Your chest rose slowly. “That’s not what I was doing.”

“Then what was it?” he asked.

You opened your mouth, then stopped, because there wasn’t a clean answer, no the truth, would sound exactly like what he was saying.

His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second before lifting again. “Say you didn’t look for me.”

Silence.

You didn’t answer and that was all he needed. A quiet shift crossed his face, smug not surprised.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

That did something to you. Not the words, the way he said them. Like he already knew, like none of this was a question anymore.

“You shouldn’t have come near me like that,” you said, but it came out softer now, less certain.

“You didn’t move.”

“You shouldn’t have touched me.”

“You didn’t stop me.”

Each response landed closer than the last until there was no space left to pretend there was any real distance between you.

“You make this difficult,” you said.

“I’m not the one pretending.”

That was it. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. It was everything you didn’t allow yourself to do all night, all at once. He reacted instantly, his hand catching your waist, pulling you closer like he expected it, like he’d been waiting for you to stop holding back.

“Yeah,” he said low against your mouth, breath steady, like this didn’t surprise him at all. “That’s what I thought.”

You kissed him again, sharper this time, like you needed to prove something, though you weren’t sure what. His grip tightened slightly, grounding you as he shifted forward, guiding you back a step without forcing it until your movement stopped at the edge of the bed.

“You had me standing across that room like I wasn’t even there,” he murmured.

“You knew why,” you said, breath uneven now.

“Doesn’t mean I like it.”

His thumb pressed lightly into your side, just enough to pull you closer. “You keep doing that,” he said.

“Doing what?”

“Acting like you don’t want me there,” he murmured, “then doing this the second nobody’s watching.”

Your fingers tightened in his shirt. “You’re so infuriating.”

A quiet exhale left him, something close to a laugh but lower, more controlled. “I know”

He kissed you again, slower now but deeper, like he wasn’t rushing anymore because he didn’t have to. Because he knew you weren’t stopping him. Your hand slid along his chest, steadying yourself, anchoring him there just as much as he held you.

He pushed you back onto the bed

“We’re going to get caught,” you whispered.

“Maybe I want that.”

“Erik, you know-”

“I know you didn’t tell me to leave.” He interrupted

Your breath caught again, because he was right, again, you hadn’t.

“Say it,” he murmured, pulling back to hover over you. “Tell me to go.”

You looked at him, the risk standing right in front of you. How easily he crossed lines that should’ve never been crossed, and still you didn’t say it, you couldn't.

His expression shifted slightly, something quieter under the confidence. “Yeah,” he said leaning down to peck at your lips again.

Then…

Footsteps…Right outside your door.

You pushed him off of you instantly, as both of you turned toward the sound.

Your father was close enough that you could hear the weight of his steps.

“He’s right outside my door,” you whispered. N’Jadaka moved immediately, the shift in him sharp, focused. You grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward the carved screen near your wardrobe. “There—now.”

He slipped behind it just as the knock hit.

“Open the door.”

Your pulse was too loud, your breathing too fast, but you forced everything still before opening it.

“Yes, Father?”

His eyes moved past you, scanning.

“I was changing.” She stuttered

He stepped inside anyway.

Your chest tightened as he moved slowly, deliberately, his gaze catching on everything in the room. “You were distracted today.”

“I was tired.”

He didn’t believe you and you could see it. He stepped further in. Your fingers curled slightly at your sides, forcing yourself not to look behind you.

“Is there something I should know?” he asked.

“No.”

You didn’t hesitate, you couldn’t. His gaze lingered on you, searching, weighing, then shifted slightly past you.

One more step

“I’ll rest now,” you said, stepping just enough to pull his attention back. Subtle.

A long pause.

“See that you do.”

“I will.” You quickly replied

Another look, then he turned and left. The door shut and silence hit all at once as you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“That was close” N’Jadaka’s voice came low behind you.

You turned to lock the door.

“You shouldn’t have come so early,” you said.

“And you still didn’t send me away.”

You couldn’t answer because you knew it was the truth.

He closed the distance again, slower this time, watching you like he was giving you the chance he already knew you wouldn’t take.

“Tell me to go,” he said again.

You held his gaze.

“I don’t want you to.”

The words came out quieter than everything else, but they landed harder. Something in his expression shifted—not less confident, just more certain.

“…Yeah, I know,” he said, and just like that his mouth was on yours again. Desperation and passion swirled as you tugged at his shirt.

“Look at you” he teased. “You were just worried about getting caught, what happened princess?”

Whining with furrowed eyebrows, “I need you”

He groaned nipping at your neck and untying your dress from behind. As it fell he kissed your shoulders and kissed down stopping where your bra started.

“Can I?”

You nodded shyly

N’Jadaka unhooked the soft lace-trimmed bra and cupped your breast with his large warm hands. He kissed a trail to your nipple before pulling it into his mouth and sucking softly while lightly pinching and pulling the other.

“Sh- Shit”

“Shhh, you’re too loud pretty girl, gotta keep it down remember?” He whispered into your ear.

A hand slipped into your panties and he found your clit. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles into the bud.

Erik bit his lip “You so fucking wet already”

All you could do was moan and grind your pussy into the warmth of his hand. Then he slowly tried a finger, pumping and curling until he found that spot that made you arch your back off of his chest.

“Gonna cum? Hm?” He asked, sweetly.

You nodded frantically squeezing your eyes shut. That's when he stopped, pulled his finger out, brought it up to his mouth, and sucked it.

“She sweet” he purred.

He pulled his pants and boxers down, allowing his hardened cock to spring free. You shuddered at the sight. It wasn’t just long, it was thick and you just knew it was heavy.

Erik smirked as he watched your face contort

“Bed” he commanded. “Face down, ass up”

Almost as if he had control over your mind, you obliged immediately, no questions asked. He stroked himself a little before kneeling behind you in the bed and pressed his fat tip to your leaking hole.

You winced “W-wait”

Concern and worry filled his chest. “What’s wrong are you a vir-“

She interrupted “No! No I just don’t think it’ll fit”

“It’s big huh?” He grinned big and cockily.

“Don’t worry it’ll only hurt for a second and then I promise it’ll feel good. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

Damn him he was so good at sweet-talking.

“Ok”

He spat onto his dick and tried pushing in again. “Breathe” he said rubbing your back as he continued on.

Tears pricked your eyes as he filled you up. “Almost done?” You managed to whimper out.

He laughed softly, “I’m not even halfway in.”

Soon he was buried to the hilt in your warm, tight cunt. The second he was balls deep you both let out a hiss.

“She sucking me in, baby” he groaned with a painfully slow stroke.

Hands gripping the sheets and toes curled as you cried into the bed.

“Can’t pretend I don’t exist now, hmm?”

“E-Erik!” You moaned as he sped up.

The way your ass jiggled as he fucked into you only egged him on. His pace became too much and you reached back to push on his stomach. He grabbed your hands and pulled them back.

“Want me to slow down?” He asked knowing you couldn’t answer. Then he slowed his pace and stroked deep. His dick reached places you didn’t know existed.

You felt everything, every vein, every inch. Your eyes crossed as you tried to pull your hips forward, but he was chasing right after you.

“Don’t run from this dick, it’s all yours” he grunted.

“I’m gonna cum!” You sobbed into the sheets.

“Me too, cum with me,” he said as his cock twitched.

He coaxed you through your heavenly orgasm as he soon followed after you filling you up to the brim.

You slumped over as he carefully pulled out with a pop. Erik walked over to the bathroom and wet a cloth with warm water and came back to clean you up.

He crawled into bed with you and tucked you into the safety of his chest. As he pulled the blanket up he kissed your temple lightly. N’jadaka opened his mouth to speak until your soft snores filled the room.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡★

𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁

Micheal B. Jordan x Reader

Description: Michael is just so in love with his girlfriend

Warnings: (smut) 18+ Mature themes, pnv⚤ (no use a condom☻) fluff

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Part I Part II Daylight Lies

Erik “N’Jadaka” Stevens x Princess!Reader

Warnings: tension, secrecy, longing, teasing, brief physical contact (not really warnings ig but continue on past the cherry blossom)

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Daylight was cruel in a way the night never was. It didn’t allow softness or secrets—it exposed everything, it demanded perfection. The moment you stepped into the great hall, it settled over you like something heavy and inescapable.

Sunlight poured through tall windows, catching on gold and polished stone, reflecting off of every crown, jewel, and watchful eye. Every movement, every glance could be noticed.

Including his.

Your father stood near the center, deep in conversation with advisors, his presence commanding as ever. Even without looking directly at him, you felt the expectation pressing down—of who you were meant to be in a room like this.

Composed. Controlled. Untouchable.

Not someone who had spent the night wanting a man she wasn’t supposed to have.

You moved through the hall with practiced ease, greeting nobles, offering small smiles, and saying exactly what was expected of you. You were good at this. You had been trained for this.

But the moment your eyes lifted—

You saw him.

N’Jadaka stood among the Wakandan delegates, calm, still, like he belonged exactly where he was. Nothing about him drew attention.

Except to you.

His gaze found yours almost instantly.

And held.

Your breath caught, but your expression didn’t change. You compelled yourself to look away, continuing along as if nothing had happened, as if your pulse hadn’t suddenly turned erratic.

But it didn’t stop the awareness.

Didn’t stop the way you could feel him somewhere behind you, like a quiet, constant pull that refused to loosen.

You tried to ignore it.

You really did.

Until—

“Princess.”

The voice beside you wasn’t his.

You turned, offering a polite smile to a visiting noble, nodding as he spoke, your attention split despite yourself.

Because you felt it.

That shift again.

Closer this time.

And then—

N’Jadaka stepped in.

Seamless. Natural. Like he had every right to be there.

“Your Highness,” he greeted smoothly, addressing the noble before his eyes flicked to you just briefly. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Not a hint of familiarity in his tone.

Not a trace of last night.

“You aren’t,” the noble replied easily, welcoming him into the conversation.

You forced yourself to remain still, composed, even as he took his place beside you.

Close.

Too close.

His arm brushed yours—light, accidental to anyone watching.

Intentional to you.

Your breath faltered for half a second.

No one noticed.

But he did.

The conversation continued around you, voices blending into something distant and unimportant. Because all you could focus on was him—on the heat of his presence at your side, on how easily he had stepped into your space as he belonged there.

Like he always had.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, just low enough for only you to hear.

Your eyes stayed forward. “So are you.”

A pause.

Then, softer—

“That’s new.”

You resisted the urge to look at him. “We’re in public.”

“Yeah,” he said under his breath. “I noticed.”

You rolled your eyes at his incessant sarcasm, yet the faint edge in his tone still made your chest tighten.

“You’re staring again,” you whispered.

“I’m trying not to.”

That almost made you look at him.

Almost.

Instead, you steadied your voice, saying half sternly. “Then try harder.”

A quiet exhale left him, something close to a laugh. “You make it difficult.”

Your fingers curled slightly at your sides.

“You shouldn’t have come over here.”

“And leave you pretending I don’t exist?” he murmured. “I don’t think so.”

Your pulse quickened.

“You’re going to get noticed.”

“Only if you keep reacting like that.”

“I’m not reacting.”

He shifted slightly closer. Enough that his shoulder brushed yours again, slower this time, deliberate.

“You sure about that?” he said quietly.

Your breath caught—just enough for him to feel it.

And that was all the confirmation he needed.

The noble beside you turned away momentarily, distracted by someone else approaching. The brief opening should have meant distance.

Instead—

N’Jadaka’s hand brushed yours.

Quick. Subtle.

But not before your fingers instinctively reacted, the contact sending something sharp and immediate through you.

You didn’t look at him.

You couldn’t.

But your voice dropped anyway.

“You’re making this worse.”

“For who?” he asked softly.

You exhaled slowly, steadying yourself. “Both of us.”

A pause.

Then, quieter—

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

That—

That made your control slip just enough.

You turned your head slightly, finally meeting his gaze for the briefest second.

And there it was.

Not teasing.

Not careless.

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𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

You’re a princess from a kingdom allied with Wakanda, but your father would never allow anything personal between you and them.

You met Prince N’Jadaka… and it became something more.

Now, you only see each other in secret

because if anyone finds out, everything changes.

Star’s notes: will be posting an update to the series every 2 days-★

Part I — Fire Between Us

Erik “N’Jadaka” Stevens x Princess!Reader

Warnings: forbidden love, emotional tension, kissing, intimacy

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The palace was never truly silent.

Even in the deepest part of night—when the sky stretched dark and endless above the kingdom, when the torches dimmed and footsteps softened—there was always something lingering in the air.

Expectation.

Watchfulness.

Control.

It pressed into everything. Into the walls. Into the halls.

Into you.

A princess does not wander.

A princess does not disobey.

A princess does not wait by her window for someone she is not supposed to want.

And yet—

You were awake.

Sitting upright in your bed, the silk sheets gathered loosely around you, your pulse already too quick for someone who had done nothing but wait.

Because no matter how many times you told yourself this had to end—

You never stopped hoping he would come back.

The sound was quiet.

So quiet most wouldn’t have noticed it.

But you did.

The soft shift of your window opening.

A breath caught in your chest—but you didn’t turn.

“…You’re late,” you said, your voice low, steady in a way you didn’t quite feel.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then—

A quiet exhale. A low, familiar sound that settled into the room like it belonged there.

“I had to make sure no one followed me.”

Your chest tightened.

You turned slowly.

And there he was.

Erik.

No—

N’Jadaka.

Moonlight caught along the edges of him as he stepped fully into your room, closing the window behind him with practiced care. He moved like someone who understood danger—who had lived in it long enough to respect it.

But when his eyes found yours—

Something in him softened.

It always did.

“Miss me?” he asked, quieter than usual, but no less sure of himself.

You should have looked away.

Should have reminded him—and yourself—what this was.

What it wasn’t allowed to be.

Instead, you held his gaze.

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re still awake.”

He stepped closer.

Slow.

Measured.

Like he was giving you time to stop him.

You didn’t.

“That says more about you than it does about me,” he added.

“That I have poor judgment.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, voice lowering just slightly, “you do. Letting me in here like this.”

He stopped just in front of you.

Close enough that you could feel the heat of him, even without touching.

Too close for this to be safe.

Not close enough to satisfy the pull building between you.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said softly.

“I know.”

“If my father knew—”

“I know.”

His voice didn’t waver.

That was what made it worse.

“He won’t just forbid this,” you continued, quieter now. “He’ll end it.”

“I know.”

Silence settled between you.

But it wasn’t empty.

It was full of everything neither of you were pretending not to feel.

“Then why do you keep coming back?” you asked.

This time, he didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he moved closer.

One step.

Then another.

Until there was no space left to ignore.

“You really don’t know?” he asked, his voice softer now.

Your breath caught.

“Say it.”

Something flickered in his expression—something unguarded.

His hand lifted slowly, hesitating just for a second before it brushed against yours.

The contact was light.

But it was enough.

“I come back,” he said, his voice low and steady, “because this is the only place I don’t have to be anything but… me.”

Your fingers curled around his without thinking.

“And you’re the only person who looks at me like I’m not just a title.”

Your heart tightened.

Because you knew exactly what he meant.

You felt it too.

“N’Jadaka…” you whispered.

The name sat differently between you now.

More real.

More dangerous.

“If my father finds out—”

“I know.”

“But you’re still here.”

“Yeah.”

His thumb brushed lightly against your hand.

“I am.”

The simplicity of it—of him—broke through whatever resistance you had left.

Because this wasn’t reckless to him.

It was a choice.

“You make this hard,” you admitted.

A faint, almost tired smile touched his lips.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “You too.”

Your eyes dropped for just a second—to his mouth, to the way he was standing so close, like he wasn’t sure if he should take more.

When you looked back up—

He was already watching you.

Closer now.

Your foreheads nearly touching.

“You know you make this real hard for me, right?” he murmured.

Your lips brushed his when you answered.

“Good.”

A quiet breath left him—almost a laugh, almost something else.

“Yeah?” he asked. “You like that?”

You didn’t pull away.

“Maybe.”

His hand moved then—slow, deliberate—coming to rest at your waist.

Not forceful.

Not claiming.

Just there.

Waiting.

You didn’t stop him.

If anything—you leaned into it.

That was all the answer he needed.

His gaze dropped to your lips.

Then lifted again.

“Say the word,” he said softly.

Your heart was racing now, your breath uneven in a way you couldn’t hide.

“Don’t ask me for permission,” you whispered. “You already know.”

A pause.

Then—

“Damn,” he breathed.

And then he kissed you.

Slow at first.

Careful.

Like he was still giving you time to pull away.

You didn’t.

Your fingers tightened in his shirt as his hand at your waist drew you closer, the space between you disappearing completely now.

The kiss deepened—not rushed, not careless—but certain.

Like he had already decided this was worth whatever came after.

When he pulled back, it was only slightly.

Just enough to breathe.

“You got any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his voice rougher now.

“Probably,” you said softly.

A faint smirk touched his lips.

“Yeah?”

But it didn’t last.

Because when you stepped closer again—

When you closed that last bit of space yourself—

Something in him shifted.

You weren’t just letting this happen.

You wanted it.

“I’ve been honest,” you said quietly.

His expression softened at that in a way that felt almost dangerous.

His hand pressed just slightly more firmly at your waist.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured.

“And you came anyway.”

“…Yeah.”

Your fingers brushed along his arm, grounding, steady.

“You nervous?”

A quiet huff left him.

“I’ve faced worse than you.”

You tilted your head slightly.

“Have you?”

That almost-smile came back—low, knowing.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess.”

The word lingered between you.

Not distant.

Not formal.

Yours.

You leaned in, your lips brushing just beneath his jaw.

“Who said I wouldn’t?”

That did it.

His hand came to your chin, tilting your face back toward his, his control slipping just enough to feel.

“Careful,” he said, his voice low. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I think I do.”

A pause.

Then—

“…Yeah,” he admitted.

And kissed you again.

This time deeper.

Heavier.

Your hands found his shoulders as he pulled you closer, like he couldn’t stop himself anymore.

Like he didn’t want to.

When he finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, your breaths uneven, shared.

“Say it,” he murmured.

You didn’t pretend not to understand.

“I want you here.”

The words settled between you.

Real.

Unavoidable.

His eyes softened, something quiet and certain taking hold beneath everything else.

“…Yeah,” he said softly.

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Michael B. Jordan x reader

Description: After a heated argument, you and Michael are left sitting in the quiet aftermath.

Includes: •slight angst, fluff, kissing, arguments•

The door doesn’t slam.

He makes sure it doesn’t.

Even now.

Even after everything that was just said — voices raised, words you didn’t mean, words he didn’t take back — Michael still closes the door like you’re on the other side of it… like you matter too much to shake the walls.

You hate that.

You hate that he’s still careful.

Because you weren’t.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around yourself, staring at nothing in particular. Your chest still feels tight, like the argument is sitting right there, refusing to leave.

Footsteps.

Slow.

Measured.

He doesn’t rush you.

Of course he doesn’t.

“…You good?”

His voice is quieter now. Rough around the edges, like he’s been holding too much in.

You don’t answer.

Not because you don’t want to… but because if you do, your voice might break.

The mattress dips slightly beside you.

Not too close.

Just enough to say I’m here.

Silence stretches.

Heavy, but not empty.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he murmurs after a while. “Not like that.”

You swallow, eyes still fixed forward. “You said it though.”

“I know.”

No defensiveness.

No excuses.

Just… honesty.

That makes it worse.

Your fingers tighten against your arms. “You made it sound like I don’t support you. Like I don’t—” your voice cracks, and you stop, shaking your head. “That’s not fair.”

“I know,” he repeats, softer this time.

Closer.

You feel the shift before you see it — his body turning toward you, attention fully locked in.

“I was frustrated,” he says. “And I took it out on you.”

Finally, you look at him.

And there it is.

That look.

Not pride. Not ego.

Regret.

Real, heavy regret sitting in his eyes like it’s been there the whole time.

“You didn’t deserve that.”

Your throat tightens.

Because he means it.

He always means it.

You let out a shaky breath, looking down at your hands. “You scared me.”

That… lands.

You see it.

The way his whole expression changes, like something in his chest just dropped.

“Scared you?” he repeats, barely above a whisper.

“When you get like that,” you say, voice smaller now, “it’s like… I don’t know where I stand with you.”

Silence.

Then—

“Hey.”

Gentle.

Careful.

His hand moves, slow enough for you to pull away if you want to. It hovers for a second before settling over yours, warm and grounding.

You don’t move.

So he laces your fingers together.

Firm.

Steady.

“I need you to look at me.”

You hesitate… then you do.

And he’s right there.

Closer now.

Not overwhelming.

Just… present.

“You don’t ever have to question where you stand with me,” he says, voice low but certain. “Not over something like that. Not over me messing up.”

His thumb brushes over your knuckles, slow, absent.

“I get loud sometimes,” he admits. “I get in my head, and I say things wrong. But I don’t—” he exhales, shaking his head slightly, “I don’t ever mean to make you feel like you’re not on my side.”

Your eyes sting a little.

“You’re the only person I know is,” he adds quietly.

That breaks something open in your chest.

You look down again, blinking fast. “Then don’t push me away like that.”

“I’m not trying to.”

“But it feels like it.”

He nods.

Takes it in.

Doesn’t argue.

“Okay,” he says after a second. “Then I need to do better.”

Simple.

No big speech.

Just a promise sitting between you.

His other hand comes up, hesitating just slightly before brushing against your cheek.

You lean into it before you can stop yourself.

That’s all it takes.

His touch softens immediately, palm settling against your face like it belongs there. His thumb traces just under your eye, careful, like he’s trying to wipe away something you’re not even letting fall.

“I hate when you get quiet like that,” he murmurs.

“Why?”

“Because I know I did that.”

Your breath catches.

He leans his forehead against yours, slow, giving you time to pull back.

You don’t.

“You talk to everybody,” he says softly. “You laugh with everybody. But when you shut down with me… I know I messed up.”

Your hands loosen, slowly uncurling from where they were holding yourself together.

“You didn’t lose me,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says. “I just don’t like feeling like I could.”

That… does it.

Your grip tightens around his hand instead.

Grounding.

Choosing.

“I’m still here,” you say.

“I know,” he repeats, softer now. “And I’m right here too.”

There’s a pause.

Then—

“I’m sorry.”

It’s quiet.

Real.

No ego left in it.

You nod slightly, leaning your forehead more firmly against his. “Me too.”

His grip on your hand tightens just a little, like he’s sealing it there.

“C’mere,” he murmurs.

This time, he doesn’t wait long.

He pulls you into him, slow but sure, one arm wrapping around your back, the other cradling the back of your head like he needs you close — like distance isn’t an option anymore.

You melt into him.

Of course you do.

He always feels like this.

Safe.

His chin rests lightly against the top of your head, his hand rubbing slow circles into your back — steady, calming, like he’s trying to smooth out everything that just happened.

“I got you,” he murmurs into your hair.

And this time—

you believe him without question.

𝑁𝑎𝑚𝑒: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 (duh)

𝐴𝑔𝑒: 23

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