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jamal musiala x f!reader.

exes.

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mdni. smut.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: he's still obsessed with you even after your breakup.

the rain hammered against the windows of jamal’s house in munich.

you hadn’t planned on coming here tonight, you were at a club with your friends. you’d even sworn to yourself a thousand times that seeing your ex was a terrible idea after the messy breakup six months ago, but when jamal texted i need to see you please, something inside you broke.

now you stood in his living room, heart pounding, while he watched you like a man completely starved.

“jamal…” you started, but he was already closing the distance.

“don’t,” he said. his hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “don’t tell me to leave you alone. i can’t.”

he looked wrecked. those dark eyes burned into you with an intensity that made your thighs press together.

“i’ve been watching your stories,” he admitted, voice dropping. “every single one.”

“jamal–”

“and i’m not sorry.” his other hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

he was already rock hard, the thick outline of his cock pressing against your stomach.

the kiss was desperate and violent, all teeth and tongue, months of pent-up need exploding between you.

you moaned into his mouth as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. he carried you straight to the bedroom, kicking the door shut.

he dropped you onto the massive bed and crawled over you, caging you with his body. his hands moved yanking your top over your head, shoving your skirt up around your hips and when he saw the black lace panties, he let out a broken groan.

“fuck, baby. these are new.” his fingers traced the edge. “did you wear them hoping i’d see them?”

you didn’t answer, you couldn’t, not when he pushed two thick fingers under the lace and found you absolutely soaked.

“shit, you’re dripping for me,” he groaned, circling your swollen clit with slow, firm strokes before sliding both fingers deep inside you.

he curled them perfectly against that spongy spot that made your back arch off the bed.

“missed this tight little pussy so much.”

“jamal... please,” you whimpered, hips rolling desperately against his hand.

he ripped the panties down your legs and buried his face between your thighs.

his tongue was relentless, licking long, slow stripes from your entrance up to your clit before sucking the swollen nub into his mouth.

he moaned against you like he was tasting heaven, the vibrations sending shocks through your body.

his two fingers pumped in and out of you faster, curling and scissoring, stretching you open while his tongue flicked and sucked without mercy.

you came fast on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head, crying out his name as pleasure crashed over you.

he didn’t stop, licking you through it, drawing out every spasm until you were trembling and oversensitive.

only then did he pull back, stripping off his clothes with frantic movements.

his cock sprang free, he stroked himself slowly.

“tell me you want me back.”

you reached for him, pulling him down. “i want you back.”

he pushed into you in one deep, powerful thrust, stretching your walls around his cock until you were completely full.

he didn’t give you time to adjust as his hips snapped forward hard and fast, fucking you deep with strokes that made the bed creak.

every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he growled against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

“it’s yours,” you gasped, nails digging into his back.

he grabbed your legs, pushing them back toward your chest so he could sink even deeper, pounding you into the mattress.

“look at me,” he demanded, gripping your jaw. “eyes on me while i fuck you.”

you obeyed, staring into his obsessive eyes as another orgasm built fast.

he reached between you, rubbing tight circles on your clit until you shattered again, clenching hard around his cock, milking him with every pulse.

he flipped you onto your stomach without pulling out, yanking your hips up and slamming back in from behind.

one hand fisted your hair, pulling your head back while the other rubbed your oversensitive clit.

his thrusts were more brutal now.

you came a third time, screaming into the sheets as your body shook and with a guttural moan, jamal buried himself to the hilt and came too, thick ropes of hot cum flooding deep inside you, pulse after pulse until it leaked out around his cock.

afterwards he collapsed beside you and pulled you tightly into his chest, arms wrapped around you like he’d never let go.

his lips brushed your forehead suddenly soft.

“i love you,” he whispered. “i never stopped and i’m never letting you go again.”

This is my first attempt at a blurb - hope you enjoy! Please feel free to tell me where I can improve x

James and I were lying in bed watching a movie, snuggled up against each other under a blanket. A bowl of popcorn sat on my lap, and we’d unconsciously grab a handful every few minutes, only realising when the bowl was full of kernels.

A loud cry from the baby monitor took us out of the trance we were in from the film. James shut his eyes and put his head against the headboard, while I just sighed. It’d taken him half an hour to get Lewis to sleep, and tonight was one of the better nights.

‘We were so close,’ James muttered. ‘It would’ve been the first time in two weeks if he hadn’t woken up.’

He began to slide his legs off the bed when I put my hand on his arm.

‘No, I’ll get him. You did a great job earlier, it’s my turn,’ He smiled thankfully, kissing my hand which was laced with his before letting me go.

I went down the hall and pushed the door open, seeing Lewis twisting and turning in his cot, crying his eyes out. Leaning over the cot, I tickled his belly lightly to see if it was the company he needed. It wasn’t, as he proceeded to cry even more. I picked him up and lifted him in the air to smell his behind, grabbing the milk bottle by his bed when hunger remained the only possible explanation.

It took a moment, but he finally took the milk, sucking on the bottle for about three seconds before swatting it away. This was unexpected, and caused me to drop the bottle, but not before a good half of the contents spilled down my top.

‘Brilliant,’ I murmured to myself. I sighed once more and bent down to pick the bottle up, Lewis still crying on my hip.

I moved him around so he was resting against my chest, the other side to the milk spillage. I gently rubbed his back and shushed him, desperate to make the monotonous screaming stop.

‘Do you want your teddy?’ I picked up a small fox toy that Ben has gifted us on the day of his birth, but it was rejected. ‘No? Okay then. How about some music, hm? Do you want mummy to sing to you?’

Of course I wasn’t expecting an answer, so began to quietly sing ‘Twinkle Twinkle’ to him. By the end of the song, he was only crying more intensely, the noise now giving me a headache.

‘Didn’t like that one, huh? How about a song that I like instead?’ I bit my lip for a moment, thinking, when the perfect song came into my head.

‘When the night has come, and the land is dark, and that moon is the only light you see. No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me.’

Lewis began to calm down slightly, to my surprise. I smiled softly to myself and walked over to the window in his room. I pulled back the curtain and gazed outside at the night sky, searching for stars as I continued.

‘If the sky that we look upon, should tumble and fall. And the mountains should crumble to the sea, I won’t cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear. Just as long as you stand, stand by me’

I slowly sung more quietly as the crying stopped, and felt Lewis nestle into my shoulder. By the last line, I was whispering. I gently turned my head to look at him and checked that he was asleep, smiling satisfied when he was. I went over to the cot and carefully placed him down, draping his blanket over him, watching as he slept peacefully.

As I turned to leave, I saw James leaning against the doorframe, phone in his hand. He just looked at me, a genuine smile on his lips.

‘How long were you standing there?’ I asked quietly as I left the room and shut the door.

‘About thirty seconds. I heard you singing,’ I blushed, embarrassed, and looked down to the floor awkwardly. He lifted my chin up with his finger, making my eyes meet his. ‘You’re amazing, you know that?’

‘You didn’t film it, did you?’ I signalled down to his phone. ‘You better not have filmed me signing.’

He chuckled as he shook his head. ‘No, don’t worry. I did take a photo, though.’ He held his screen up to show me his wallpaper. In it, I stood by the window looking outside, as Lewis slept on my shoulder, eyes shut and my shirt bunched in his hand, the moonlight lighting up the room. I smiled at it.

‘He’s perfect, isn’t he?’