pervy thriller!michael and his annoying unsubtle ways. if thereâs a love interest needed in a music video, believe youâre the first name in contact. itâs gotten to the point where his team donât even bother to look for a girl, they already know who his eye is set on. and heâs so annoyingly obvious too, everyone knows itâs just reason to kiss on you and feel you up!
and heâll do a dozen takes under the guise of perfection, and although thatâs partially true, he just wants an excuse to aid his fantasy. anything to relive the tension building in his abdomen and that ache throbbing at his girth.
pervy thriller!michael knowing you scare easily, and convincing you into watching a horror movie with him. and itâs all to watch you wiggle and squirm next to him, latch onto his chest or arm when the movie is too much for you to face. god forbid thereâs a jump scare and youâre nearly leaping in his lap the way your entire body is scrunched against his. and heâs constantly sneaking glances at your cleavage whenever you jump in fear, watching the way they recoil and slightly spill over your top. mind you heâs scared too but saving face for the sake of perversion.
pervy thriller!michael intentionally wearing his short shorts low on his hips during the summertime so you can get a peak at his happy trail :3
pervy thriller!michael is always inviting you over for a sleepover, and of course at some point you gotta shower! heâll stupidly ask la toya where youâve wondered off too knowing damn well where you are, he just wants the satisfaction of the confirmation.
âsheâs in the shower, michael.â her tone is flat and uninterested in whatever heâs plotting, not bothering to take her attention off of whatever task sheâs invested in. and all he can do is hum in response, cause heâs already painting a scene of you in his rottenly perverted mind.
absolutely soaking wet, possibly sweaty from the heat of the shower. water rolling against the curves of your back and arching along the swell of your ass. thighs jiggling when you scrub against them with your washcloth, your eyes are probably closed in concentration making the task all the more intimate in his mind. and in the mist of feeding his wicked fantasy his senses finally catch on to the rose scented body wash that seeps through the crack of the bathroom door, and into nostrils. and he nearly whines when his girth begins to stiffen.
pervy thriller!michael assisting you in helping you out of your clothes, heâs only being a good friend. he canât imagine how exhausted you are, thereâs no way you could undress alone after a busy day! unzipping dresses, unbuckling belts, softly sliding off pantyhose, carefully slipping off shoes and heâs on one knee, staring though his lashes with his doe eyes. he even offers a foot message, a friendly one! he does it for everyone, he swears !!
pervy thriller!michael never failing to invite you to hayvenhurst for the summer, since youâre so close to the family nâ all. and he will sometimes catch glimpses of you by yourself in your element. maybe sunbathing in their back yard, laid in the grass. the shortest of shorts tuck themselves in between the nook of your ass, full thighs swallowing the fabric whole. your legs lazily swing in the air while you mindlessly read whatever book youâve challenged yourself to finish for the summer. and like clockwork michael is staringâfrom afar. still inside, he peers at you through the window, nearly fogging the glass and ruining his vision with the way heâs panting.
his hand inches itself closer and closer to his aching bulge, hand twitches right above his tent before mentally bracing himself to place a firm and relieving palm over it. but like clockwork his bliss is interrupted with a nagging la toya, thank god his hack was faced to her, but the redness of his face didnât go unnoticed.
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Warnings: AGAIN SMUT!! (MDNI). Technical Exhibitionism. Fingering. No protection (donât be silly honey, wrap that willy). Fingering. Oral! (f. receiving). P in V sex. Big dick Jermajesty (hollup, workinâ with a monster!). Slight Switch!Jermajesty, Crying during sex (?) Jermajesty is a little shit.
Summary: Y/n gets a call at the worst possible time, and Jermajesty thinks it would be rude if she didnât answer.
W.C: 2.3k
Authorâs note: Hello again, my loves! Bee is working on clearing the drafts! This log is based on this request. I hope youâre hungry! Let me know what you think in the comments, reblog if you love it. As always, happy reading!
- Love, Bđ¤
Your eyes have been glued to the back of your head for the past hour, and sweat beads against hot skin as you attempt to hold on to your last bit of sanity. The moans that fill the air are hoarse, and your bones have turned to jelly. Bite marks and hand prints are littered everywhere, left by the feral man beneath you. Jermajestyâs stamina is a force to be reckoned with.
His leaking tip pulverizes that gooey spot that melts your brain over and over again. Itâs a blissful torture. Overstimulation hums through your body, and drool falls from swollen lips onto his chest as your hips grind down on him. Truthfully, youâd lost focus after orgasm number two. The man pawing at your curves had reduced you to a babbling mess that couldnât remember her own name.
"Still with me, baby?"Â He coos with a wicked smile. How cruel. He really expects a response from you now? The bed creaks softly, not suited for this kind of passion. Disheveled whimpers are pulled from your chest and flow through his ears, like a song he can't stop listening to.
"Sâright, let me hear how good it feels." He groans, trying his best not to break underneath you. The way you fall apart stirs something in his belly. It's a primal, all-consuming need to mark you up and show the world you're his. Jermajesty's fingers dig further into your flesh as he turns both of you over. In the process, his cock hits a place you didn't know existed. Stars form behind hooded lids, muscles contract under marred skin, and ecstasy rolls over you yet again.
Jermajesty lets out a fractured groan as you squeal. Your back is arched beautifully, the heat between your legs grips him tight, and all he sees as he looks over you is divinity. The feeling of your devotion, coupled with the fucked out expression on your face, leaves him reeling. "Shit! Pretty girlâ." He slows his pace, feeding you deep, languid strokes as you come down again.
Your hair is frizzy, the lashes he just paid for are half gone, fat tears roll down the apples of your cheeks, and your lips are plump from stolen kisses. And yet, Jermajesty has never thought you looked more beautiful. He goes to tell you just how much you mean to him, how he wants to marry you, and stuff you full of his babies. Before he can, a familiar tune cuts through the air. The phone dances on the nightstand, trying its hardest to catch your attention. You're too far gone to register what's happening, but when you get like this, Jermajesty does all the thinking.
He pauses to look over, and a frown immediately overtakes his face. It's your coworker, Tyrone. The one heâs been watching for quite some time. Your boyfriend doesn't consider himself to be a jealous man. JustâŚcautious. Your boyfriend noticed a few weeks ago that the guy you work with just couldn't stay away from you, and it wasnât hard to tell the man was thinking things that he shouldnât be.
Jermajesty's first instinct is to decline the call and continue worshiping you like the goddess you are, but then inspiration strikes. Since Tyrone decided to call so late, your boyfriend couldn't find any reason to stop what he was doing. You were off the clock, and this was his time.
"It's that guy you work with, mama," He says while moving to grab the phone. You roll your eyes and whine, not yet wanting to part ways with nirvana.
"So? Let it ring, Maj. I need you."
He chuckles at that. If there's one thing the man under you knows, it's that you don't care about anything or anyone when he's deep in your walls. That kind of attitude toward the guy who is obviously desperate to speak with you wouldn't be very nice, now would it?
"I know, baby, but it would be rude not to answer." He says, pretending to be concerned as he slides out of your pussy. The loss of contact nearly breaks you, and you whine in protest. Jermajesty shakes his head and tuts, "Look, he's calling so late too. Could be an emergency, ma."
You sit up on shaky elbows while glaring at the device held in his hand. After another moment of contemplating, the ringing stops. A grin forms at the corners of your mouth, "Well, the problem solved itseâ"
Again, the little glass box sings, declaring that you've spoken too soon. With an annoyed groan, you hold out your hand. Jermajesty places the phone there and shifts so that you can sit up fully. You answer, properly annoyed. "Hello."
The man on the other end of the line is almost taken aback by your tone. "H-hey, y/n. Um, are you busy?" He asks, rethinking his decision to call altogether.
Jermajesty snaps his fingers, drawing your attention toward him. He gives you a look that says, 'play nice'. You clear your throat, attempting to sound somewhat professional while the man to your left eyes you like dinner.
"Yeahâ I mean, I was just umâŚrelaxing. What's up, Ty?" You rush out, trying your best to speed up the interaction that is already taking far too long.
Jermajesty's jaw tightens at the way you say the guyâs name. So sweetly too. âTy?â Really?
Your boyfriend expected you to struggle with this conversation, to sound as desperate as he knew you were, not like you were actually interested in what another man had to say. He masks his irritation with a deceptively sweet smile as he crawls toward you on the bed. His movements are predatory and deliberate, dark eyes fix on yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.
You try to focus on whatever Tyrone is saying about some account, something about numbers not adding up and needing your expertise first thing in the morning, but Jermajesty doesnât make it easy. He settles between your trembling thighs, broad shoulders forcing them wider, and presses wet, open-mouthed kisses over the skin. Your voice cracks as you attempt to respond to your coworkerâs question about quarterly projections.
"Y-yeah, I can look at the files. Justâ god, just send them over."
Jermajesty slowly drags his tongue upward, ending in the crease before leaning over to taste where heâd been buried just moments ago. All you can do is bite your lip and pray you can hold steady. He wraps his lips around your sex and hums. The vibrations are enough to make you dizzy.
You gaze down and watch with wide, panicked eyes, silently pleading with the madman trailing his tongue over your pearl. He lifts his head just enough to meet your stare. The expression he wears tells you not to hold your breath, that heâs just getting started. Your head tips back, and your chest rises and falls in uneven beats.
"Are you okay?" Tyrone cuts in, genuinely concerned now. All heâs able to hear is odd shuffling and heavy breathing.
A high-pitched response is all you can manage, trying your best to sound convincing. "Fine! Just, uh, dropped something."Â Â
Jermajesty chuckles and takes that as his cue to shift gears. He sinks two fingers into you without warning, curling them just how he knows you like it. The sudden intrusion causes the phone to nearly slip from your grip.
"OâŚkay.â Ty drags out, leery of your tone. He decides to brush it off and get to the real reason he called.
âWell, actually, y/n, I was wondering if you'd want to grab coffee sometime? Outside of work, I mean." Tyrone finishes. His tone carries a sound that your boyfriend canât seem to stand. Genuine hope.
Jermajesty's fingers still, and for a moment you think he's had enough of this game, that he might let you cut the poor man loose. But before you can blink, he's moving again, fucking into you with vigor. His thumb circles your clit with devastating precision, and you quickly realize that he was never stopping. He was just sizing up his competition.
Your eyes flutter shut as pleasure builds at the base of your spine. You try your hardest to keep your composure, while Jermajesty tries his hardest to break it.
"Sorry if this is forward, but I really enjoy working with you, and I thoughtâŚmaybe we could get to know each other better?" Ty continues, oblivious to the fact that you're being ravished by another man a few feet from the screen.
Jermajesty adds a third finger, stretching you deliciously, and you can't help the whine that escapes. You try to cover it with a cough, but Tyâs already heard it.
"Are you sure you're alright? You soundâ"
"She's perfect," Jermajesty says loud enough to be heard, and your eyes stretch as wide as saucers. Your body fills with equal parts panic and arousal. He still doesnât stop. No, if anything, he doubles down. The line goes quiet; itâs clear the man on the other end is processing what heâs just heard.
"Is someone there?" Ty questions, more than sure that heâs tripping.
"Her boyfriend," Jermajesty answers without missing a beat. "And you're calling awfully late, Ty. Can this wait? Weâre busy.â
In this moment, there are three things you really want. One, for the mattress to open up and swallow you whole. Two, to cum so bad your vision goes white. And three, to murder Jermajesty.
"I-no. Just, wellâ" Ty stammers as his courage begins to evaporate.
You decide to spare what might be left of his pride, "Ty, I really can't talk right now," Your voice comes out breathy and hoarse. With the added context, Tyrone now understands why youâve been so weird tonight.
Jermajesty's thumb presses down hard on your clit, and you let out a high keen; the sound is unmistakably vulgar. This time, you save yourself the embarrassment and offer up the best response you can put together under this kind of pressure. "I'll see you at work. Bye."
You all but throw the phone and immediately turn to smack Jermajesty's shoulder. Not that it means anything, he has you so close to the edge, too wound up to give a fuck about what just happened.
"Youâreâfuck! Maj youâre an ass," you pant.
Jermajesty giggles in return, watching the way your hips chase his fingers. He doesn't answer. Instead, he just replaces his hand with his mouth. His tongue fucks into your sopping hole, and the sensation has your back coming off the bed in a sinful arch. His hands pin your hips to the bed before he shifts focus to the bundle of nerves nestled between your folds. The figure-eights he draws with the wet muscle are all it takes. You fall apart in seconds, chanting his name like a prayer. Your body quivers with the force of your release, and the sheets are clutched in your grip so tight the tension nearly rips them.
The aftershocks donât even have time to subside. Heâs already crawling up your body, guiding himself back inside with one deep thrust that you nearly feel in your lungs. Jermajesty cages you in with his arms, his face hovering inches above yours, all signs of his earlier playfulness gone. "Mine," he growls, snapping his hips forward with enough force to move the bed. "Say it."
"Yours," You gasp, "Only yours."
His girth nearly splits you in two, and the jealousy that sparked this entire encounter fuels every stroke. The headboard knocks against the wall, and a small crack forms where the edges meet the plaster. You're both lost in each other, in the raw ecstasy of one another. He sits back on his haunches and pushes your knees to your chest, leaning in to rest all of his weight on the back of your thighs.
"Shitâ mâgonna marry you, mama," Jermajesty rasps. The expression he wears as he fucks you into the bed fans the embers glowing in your belly. He doesnât stop there though.
"Wanna give you my babies. Wantâ Ohh, fuckâ everyone to know you're mine." His words border on a whine. Those thick brows knit together, and as much as he wants to keep up this dominant act, your pussy just feels too good. He can feel tears of his own welling in his eyes as euphoria washes over his body.
âPlease let me, baby. I need it so bad,â he whimpers.
His words are a requisition your body canât ignore. You clench around him, and your manicured nails claw down his back, almost enough to draw blood.
He knows he canât hold on much longer. Your heat cradles him in a way that breaks his mind and leaves him intoxicated. His pace quickens as he chases his high, âBaby, where you want it? hm?â
You canât possibly give him a coherent answer, too lost in your own bliss. The spring that had been so tightly wound snaps, and your ankles lock around Jermajestyâs waist, pulling him impossibly deep. A pornographic moan rips from your throat as you cum, body
Jermajesty wails loudly in your ear as he follows you over the edge with a shattered cry of your name.
His lips crash into yours as he shudders above you. The kiss is hungry, all teeth and tongue, while his spunk stuffs you full. When you two finally come down, trembling and breathless, he pulls away from your lips, leaving a string of spit connecting you before he presses kisses to your temples, cheeks, and the corners of your mouth.
Still nestled inside you, your boyfriend suddenly feels uncertain about his behavior. "Was that too much?"
You laugh, tired and almost delirious. "Never. But I'm definitely going to have some explaining to do at work."
He grins, unrepentant. "Good. Maybe he'll finally get the message."
You roll your eyes but can't stop the smile tugging at your lips. "Asshole."
"Your asshole," he corrects, settling you against his chest and pulling the covers over you both. You don't bother arguing, too comfortable and sated to start anything else tonight. The phone lies forgotten on the floor where it fell. Here, in the dark with Jermajesty's heartbeat steady beneath your ear, nothing else matters.
"I love you, Maj." you mumble, already half asleep. His arms tighten around you, and he lets out a deep breath.
"I love you more, pretty girl. Get some rest. Round five in an hour."
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: you invited your friend group that included your ex boyfriend jermajesty to your birthday, everyone showed up with a gift expect for him. little did you know he actually did have gift for you..
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: ex boyfriend!jermajesty , đ sucking, fingering, oral!f receiving, p in v, missionary, pet names: ma, baby, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up) đđ¤
( in honor of it being my birthday + if you canât tell by my previous posts i LOVEEE ex boyfriend!jermajesty and these are all like daydreams i had of my ex which iâm currently over the bitch now this was written wayy before i got over him đ this is not proofread!! )
your birthday was right around the corner and you usually donât have birthday parties but you decided to have one this year. your theme this year was a black and red penthouse party. you made cute decorations and invitations and sent them out to your group chat including all your closest friends and your ex jermajesty. they all responded with things basically saying they are going to the party. you were so excited and couldnât wait for the party.
a few days go by and now itâs the day of the party! you helped set up the decorations for your own birthday party because you couldnât help but want everything to be perfect. you made sure your playlist was ready and a couple minutes later the girls of the group show up first. you told them to be sure they get here first so itâs not awkward when the boys show up.
the boys show up some of them separately some of them show up together like one of your guy friends and well, jermajesty. your family never met jermajesty, so it wasnât awkward but the only person who knew about him was your cousin. so when she saw him she gave you a like shocked, flirty type of look and you just covered your mouth and laughed. âwhat do we do with theseâ one of your friends ask holding a gift bag. âyou can just set them on this table hereâ you respond walking to the table with them. you watched everyone set either a gift or a card down but jermajesty on the other hand didnât set anything down. âalright jermajesty, you didnât get me anything?â you say in a joking tone because after all he is your ex and you didnât expect to get anything from him. ânah, iâll get you something later though i promiseâ he says. âyou promise?â you say in a curious, excited tone. âi promiseâ he replies.
the party goes on and you and your friends have lots of fun, drinking champagne, and playing games. throughout the night you started to talk to jermajesty a whole bunch about random things. then as the party was ending everyone was getting ready to leave and jermajesty has to start coming up with excuses to stay behind. âiâm gonna help clean upâ he says. everyone just looks at each other then responds with okay and they start saying their goodbyes. âyou donât have to stay and help clean up you know.â you say. âyeah but i want to, and i also still need to give you your birthday presentâ he says. âokay can you just give me the present now, like i wanna know what you got meâ you say in a fake annoyed tone. âokay okay, weâll have to go to your room because itâs a surpriseâ he says with a big grin on his face. âuhmmm okay, letâs go thenâ you say as you stop cleaning and walk to your room.
you make it up to your room and jermajesty locks the door behind you. âokay whereâs my gift!â you ask in a excited tone. jermajesty already has THAT look, like heâs hungry. âyour gifts right hereâ he says pointing to himself. âoh reallyâ you say. âmhm let me make sure you have the best birthday ever maâ he says. you start to speak but before you knew it his lips crashed onto yours. you stood there making out with him before he picked you up. your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupped your ass. he walked over to your bed and threw you down. âtake your clothes off babyâ he says softly. you immediately do so because you have been waiting for this moment for the longest time ever. you start to take your clothes off as he stares at you in awe. he leans over you and kisses you again. he makes his way down to your neck and makes his way down to your tits. he kissed around the area once more before taking your right tit and putting it in his mouth. you felt his tongue swirl around your nipple as he sucked it. you couldnât help but to throw your head back and let out soft moans. âdoes that feel good baby?â he asks as he switches over to the left one. âmhmâ you moan slightly biting your lip. he does the same thing to the other one looks at you and starts kissing down your body once again.
he makes it down to your now dripping wet pussy. âmm baby, look at how wet you areâ he runs his fingers through your slick. âall this for me?â he says. âmhmâ you whimper. âi need you so bad babyâ you moan. he wasted no time before absolutely devouring you. âyou taste so good maâ he groans as he then started to enter two fingers into your wet hole while his tounge was moving quickly on your clit. âmm yes baby, keep goingâ you moan loudly. âoh fuck, it feels so goodâ he picks up the pace even though you thought it was impossible to go faster. âmhm fuck, maj your gonna make me cumâ you moan. âcum for me maâ those words sent you over the edge and your immediately came all over his fingers. he pulls his fingers out and licks his fingers clean.
just when you thought you were done and you started to slightly get up he pushed you back down. âiâm not done with you yetâ he says before sliding his pants and boxers down freeing his hard dick. you started at his glossy tip in awe. he noticed you staring and started to run his tip through your slick before pounding into you. âoh fuckkkâ he groans. âmm baby, go fasterâ you moan. âmm you like that?â he grunts. âmhmm your so fucking deep babyâ heâs thrusting into you at an unbelievable pace while hitting your g-spot every time. âfuck, iâm gonna cumâ he moans. âwhere do you want itâ he grunts. âinside of me baby, pleaseâ you moan. you felt his hips start to stutter as you felt his warm, sticky load fill you up. feeling his semen inside of you made you cum right after him.
he pulls out and you both lay there trying to catch your breath. a few minutes go by you both catch your breath and he helps clean yourself up. âwe should go get plan bâ you say jokingly but your actually deadass.
A/N: making these make me realize how much of a hornball i might be..
If anyone had told you that the sweetest, most soft-spoken superstar on the planet was secretly a ravenous, borderline-obsessive fiend behind closed doors, you wouldâve laughed. But now? Shaking, sweating, and gripping the headboard of his massive master bed for dear life, you knew the terrifying truth.
Michael was a munch. A total, unapologetic eater.
"Michael, please," you gasped, your thighs twitching violently as his warm, heavy hands locked your hips in place. "I'mâI can't. Iâm too sensitive, baby, stopâ"
He didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. Michael just peeked up from between your legs, his damp curls clinging to his forehead, his lips glistening with your slick. His dark eyes were wide, blown-out, and completely shameless as he swiped his tongue slowly from the bottom of your slit all the way up to your aching clit, making you sob out loud.
"Shh," he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly contrast to his usual high pitch. "I didn't say you could close your legs, beautiful. Keep 'em open for me. Let me taste how much you love me."
He was a perv, plain and simple. It didn't matter if you were trying to watch a movie, winding down after a long day, or literally just woke up; if Michael got a whiff of you, he was diving in. He treated your body like his personal, five-star buffet. He was highly addicted, completely obsessed with the natural, warm scent of your skin, especially when your everyday scent mixed with your natural wetness. Heâd bury his nose in your neck, trail his lips down your stomach, and just inhale deeply between your thighs before his tongue even touched you.
He had absolutely zero boundaries, too. If you were sitting on his lap while he was writing music, his large hands would inevitably slip under your skirt to check your moisture. If you were even a little wet, heâd instantly drop to his knees on the floor, pulling your panties to the side right there. He was so incredibly visual, preferring to turn on all the bedside lamps just so he could watch his long fingers parting your rich, folds, blending beautifully against your skin. He'd even pull your lips apart himself, whispering muffled, dirty praise like, "You taste so sweet, baby... look at how much you're leaking for me," as he swallowed every single drop.
"Michael, seriously, I'm going to pass out," you whined, trying to push his head away as a fresh wave of overstimulation hit you.
But he loved when you tried to fight it. He loved the control, often pulling your hips right over his face to anchor you down, whispering, "Smother me, baby. Don't be shy." Even after youâd just had a screaming, toe-curling orgasm and your legs were shaking like jelly, Michaelâs greed knew no bounds. Heâd wait barely thirty secondsâjust long enough for you to catch your breathâbefore his tongue was right back on your swollen clit. As you cried out and tried to wriggle away, he simply pinned your wrists to the mattress, looking up at you with a dark, teasing smirk. "Just a little more, mama. I need to taste my baby"
Possessive Jaafar x ex gf reader. He snatches her up from a diff club. Jermajesty and Randy jr show him her insta story bcs sheâs out with Randyâs gf and other friends. Reader is getting freaky, bending down, twerking on other guys, and saying fuck her ex on TikTok. Ppl on TikTok are wondering if sheâs talking about him. He fucks her brains out when he takes her home and sheâs pissed bcs heâs been clocking her the whole night. He posts her laying down against him on her TikTok acc.
Fuck my ex
contains: Black reader, explicit content, strong language, ex! Jaafar, Possessive! Jaafar, n word usage, Toxic(?)themes, thick! Reader
Now playing: You Broke My Heart - Drake
The weight of Jaafarâs phone laid heavy in hand as his eyes squinted in irritation. His face flashed with multicolored lights as he watched your TikTok for the hundredth time.
âFUCK MY EX!â You screamed along with Drake, as you shot a proud middle finger to the camera.
Oh, he was pissed.
Being in the spotlight as a Jackson was ridiculous enough. Even as a child, he was under a spectacle. Normal, childish things that turned into a âscandalâ simply because of who he was related to.
When he grew up and you were revealed as his girlfriendâAmericaâs favorite influencerâthe world loved it.
You were the internetâs golden couple, so imagine the turmoil online when you guys announced the breakup. The breakup was mutual (so he thought) but every post made and shared, the internet took it as a subliminal towards the other.
Every move yâall made seemed sensationalized, put on a pedestal to be analyzed. Itâs gotten to the point Jaafar suggested you both move privately and carefully. Obviously, you didnât care too much for the warning.
It was a grainy picture of you and Randyâs girl. Jaafarâs eyes lingered on you, raking his gaze over your plump figure.
Your hair was laidâper usualâtiny white dress that barely covered anything. Body pressed against Randyâs girl while you both blew a kiss into the camera. Jaafar would never lie to himself and say you werenât the finest girl he ever had.
He deeply adored you and he still does. In all honesty, he believed you were still his regardless of what social media said. He kept tabs on you, it wasnât hard with you constantly posting.
The Instagram story transitioned to the next slide, and Jaafarâs eyes widened as his face leaned closer to the screen. You were twerking on some random guy while Randyâs girlfriendâs hyped you up in the back. "I know you fuckin' lying." Jaafar muttered.
The couch decompressed as Jaafar shot up from his seat, jaw clenched. Randyâs head darted to him and noticed the scowl on Jaafarâs face. Jaafar snatched his keys off the side table, jingle rippling from his hand.
"Bro, you sure you wanna do this? She ain't even yo' girl." Randy weakly attempted to influence Jaafarâs actions for the better. As a certified drama lover, Randy couldnât hide the small excitement.
"I really don't give a fuck." Jaafar only had one goal in mind, and it was to get your ass out of that club.
~~~
"Shake that ass hoe!" Randy's girlfriend lightly smacked your ass. Your hands were settled on your knees, butt rippling like water.
The bass pulsed loudly, mixed with the smell of weed and sweat. The air was hot, but you paid no mind as you danced your heart away.
"AY, AY, A-oh shit," You heard her gasp from behind you. You turned around to see Randy towering over her and your eyebrows raised. "Randy?" Your voice was filled with confusion. Why would he be here? He had a cheeky expression on his face, leaning down to give his girl a kiss on the cheek.
"You was sayinâ fuck who?â A familiar voice came from behind you. Your eyes widened as you turned around to see Jaafar with his arms crossed. His eyes were narrowed with his arms crossed.
"Mind you I was singing the song, I ain't even your girl no more, so what you checkin' me for?" You shrugged your shoulders in disbelief. He looked so attractive under the dim red lighting but you were more concerned on him being here.
"You still associated with me though, now get your ass to the car." His attitude was strong, tone revealing that you didnât have a choice.
"Nigga, you aint my daddy, hell no." You rolled your eyes, hands on your hips. Your dress felt warm against your palms, and you realized how your stilettos were killing your feet.
"Randy, grab your girl so we can go." Jaafar demanded. His fingers enclosed around your wrist, tugging you through the dancing bodies. He marched through as if he was on a mission, nudging past others without a care in the world.
You stumbled over your heels, âWhat the fuck?â You rolled your eyes, feet struggling to catch up to his pace. Once you all made it outside, the cool air whipped against your skin, and Jaafar pulled you into his chest.
âFuck your ex, right? Bet.â
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The wet sounds from Jaafarâs tongue filled the room as your legs shook. The black heels that still adorned your feet bumped into Jaafar's shoulder blades while his large palms held your legs back.
He couldnât help himself, you looked so good, he had to get a taste. His tongue flicked against your clit quickly before sucking the nub into his mouth.
He ate you out like a starved man, groaning into your wetness. âFuck, Jaafar!â You couldnât control your moans.
His middle finger glided down your slit, stopping at your sopping entrance before sliding in. The added on sensation made your head loll to side. You moaned out, one hand coming down to lace your fingers into his dark curls.
His hair was so soft, just like his lips that continuously sucked and kissed on your clit. His tongue was warm, and hot, moving in messy directions as he smothered his mouth in your arousal.
His chin was soaked as he added his ring finger before curling them inside of you. "S-shit." Your back arched, feeling the familiar ball in your stomach unravel. You came on his tongue with a shudder, body tensing up.
Your hips began to subconsciously grind on his tongue as he let you ride your orgasm out. His tongue laid out thick and wide as your clit rubbed against the wet muscle.
When he noticed the motion of your hips slow down, he stood up. âWe ain't done, keep them legs spread." The zipper felt cool against his fingers as he tugged it down. He dragged the waistband of his pants down till he felt the cool air brush against his dick.
You smacked your teeth, "I'm sensitive." Your pussy pulsed from the intense orgasm mixed with the delicious sight of Jaafar stroking himself. Jaafar was absolutely blessed in that area, bringing you to orgasms with no problem.
"I truly don't care." He placed one hand behind your thigh to keep your legs open, revealing your wet slit. His heavy tip slapped against your clit, making you gasp.
The weight felt so good, you thought you were about to cum just from that, "You gon' take this dick, baby?" His eyes darted from your face to your core. "Go slow, please." You pouted, head lifting to watch him ease himself inside.
"Let's see how I feel." Before you could protest, he slid inside of you. You haven't felt his dick in so long, the stretch was nostalgic. âShit,â he muttered feeling your tight pussy suck him in.
"Oh fuck." You moaned, he didn't give you any time to adjust. "You miss me, ma?" He buried his dick inside of you, setting a deep and steady pace. His hips snapped against you causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.
He was knocking your pussy out the frame at this point, you could barely respond. "Y-yes, J, so bad." Your voice shook with a small cry. "Mhm, I know baby. I missed your sexy ass too." His hips didn't let up.
His thumb trailed down your body, finding your pulsing clit. He gently pressed down to apply pressure and rubbed it in tight circles.
Your pussy squelched under his rough pace and moving thumb. âYour pussy so wet fâme,â His bottom lip was captured between his teeth.
"You're gonna make me cum." You cried out, hands flying to grip his biceps. He moved his hand to press on your lower tummy. "Cum on my dick, baby."
His thrusts hit deep inside you, tip brushing against your g-spot. Your lips formed an âoâ and your toes curled as another orgasm washed through you.
He threw your legs on his shoulders, leaning over till his lips meshed with yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth, twirling around lovingly as the skin clapping only increased in volume.
"Want me to cum in this pussy?" He whispered against your lips. "Please do it." You moaned. You were sensitive but the feeling of him digging in you felt like no other. His hips rolled into yours, pleasure hitting your stomach.
"Whose pussy is this?" He whispered before pecking your lips. The small action sent a wave of butterflies in your stomach. "Yours, Jaafar!â You panted heavily.
He moaned, stilling his hips inside of you as he flooded your pussy with his cum. You were winded, breathing heavily as he slowly pulled out. "Tore you up, didn't I?" He chuckled.
"Man, shut up." You rolled your eyes at his cockiness. He cleaned you up, taking care of you like old days. Gently cleaning the soaking mess you both made while leaving small kisses on your dark skin.
Once you both were settled under the covers, you didn't waste any time falling asleep on his chest. Jaafar being Jaafar, heâs a petty person so you shouldâve known better than to fall asleep first.
What could he say? The dick was just that good.
He grabbed his phone and pulled up 'You broke my heart' on TikTok. "Fuck my ex, fuck my ex." The audio sung low from his speaker as he recorded you knocked out.
He had a cheeky smile on his face, knowing from the video, anyone can tell exactly what happened. He already knew the notifications were gonna come flooding it. The shade room is going to have a field day with this.
He captioned it, "And that she did." He made sure to tag you aswell. He know his girl ain't going nowhere.
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Being young, free, in your early twenties, and just starting your modeling career made you do stupid things. Especially now that your past was coming back to bite you in the ass, and now it was everywhere and people were talking, like really talking. Every newspaper featured your story on the cover, and everyone was tuning in to see the latest scoop about your life, which had become a complete mess.Â
Your stomach twisted with anxiety that almost made you dizzy as you bit onto your nail nervously. The once pretty polish that sat perfectly manicured onto your finger was now chipped from how long you sat nibbling at it. Suddenly the thought of Michael walking through that door made you anxious. You knew he would be angry, especially with the fact that you never mentioned it, and if it weren't for whoever dug that up, you would've been in the clear, but you should've known. God, it had been so long since that shoot you nearly forgot about it, well, until you got that harsh reminder.
"Pissed" wasn't even the word.Â
In fact, he was beyond that; he was furious. He was furious at the fact that you wouldn't tell him about something like this, furious at the fact that now the world had seen your naked body.
He sat quietly in the back of the car, arms folded to his chest as his hand grasped the paper, gripping so hard that his fingers began to hurt, and his heart raced as he took a deep breath to get his feelings in check. He didn't want to yell at you. Truth be told, he didn't even want to argue about this, but thinking of you keeping this a secret and now everyone seen it made his blood boil as his fist clenched onto that paper with pure anger.Â
The sound of the front door snapped you out of your daze. Your teeth stopped nibbling on your manicured nails, and your stomach did at least three more flips and not in a good way, and your palms seemed to constantly sweat from the uneasiness that settled in your body as you nervously bounced your leg. It felt as though the bedroom was too hot; despite hearing the AC running throughout the house, it never seemed to cool the room.Â
His shoes clicked against the smooth marble of the floor as he made his way towards the stairs. It was the calmness in his steps that made everything seem more eerie because deep down you knew he was angry. Michael was never one to raise his voice when he got upset. Instead, his anger seemed to show more through the calmness in his voice, the way his tone carried that hint of anger, or the way his facial expressions told it all.Â
The sound of the door creaking against the wooden frame as he pushed it open, revealing his large figure in the doorway.
âMichaelââÂ
âWhat is this?â The thick stack of paper slapped against the floor as it slid closer to you, making your eyes snap in the direction of it.
âLook, I forgot about it; it was so long ago. I'm sorry, Mikey."Â
He wasn't necessarily upset at the fact that you had done the shoot; well, maybe he was, but more at the fact that it seemed like the whole world had seen it and now all eyes were on you.Â
âDo yâknow how many people probably have this picture saved, lookin at every inch of your body?â he started, his tone completely fading from the soft tone and signature smile he usually used to a tone that was stern, like he was giving you a good talking to. "Are all the people now looking at me to do something, say anything about this? The filthy guys are probably drooling over this."
âI know, I know, my team is already working on releasing a statement. " You stood up in an attempt to soothe the situation, but Michael wasn't having it.Â
"Sit" That one word was enough to make your whole body go cold as you quietly obeyed, your eyes falling over his large frame, the way his fists were clenched in a tight ball, the way there was the slight movement of his jaw because he was pressing his teeth together so tightly.Â
âOn the floor, on your knees."Â
You obeyed. I mean, what else were you supposed to do? You knew exactly what was coming and knew exactly what kind of treatment youâd be getting tonight. You watched as he loosened the belt that had been constricting him all day, finally unbuttoning his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing throughout the room as he tugged them down, finally taking a seat on the edge of the bed in front of you.Â
"You know what to do, right? Show me how sorry you are." His hand ran from the top of your head down to the soft skin of your jaw, tilting your head upwards to face him.Â
"Mhm, I know, Mikey. Let me show you I'm sorry," you cooed, finally taking the opportunity to let your hand run up and down his cock in a slow, almost soothing motion, earning a sigh that slipped past his lips before you pressed a kiss to his tip, your tongue slipping out to lick the slit that dripped with precum before letting your lips form that familiar âoâ shape, taking as much length as possible, using your hand to stroke what you couldn't fit.Â
A groan trickled out from his throat as he let his fingers tangle in between your strands, letting his hand gently guide your head. The feeling of your mouth wrapped around him and the suction from your mouth paired with the way you swirled your tongue made his hips instinctively buck upwards, hitting that sweet spot in the back of your throat that created the lewd sound of gagging.
âThatâs it, take it." His voice was stern, sending a cold shiver down your body as you let your head dip down again, the spit that pooled at the corners of your mouth dribbling down his length, making him toss his head back as you attempted to take him deeper, your hands stroking the rest, your eyes looking up at his facial expressions, fluttering lashes, and brows knitted tightly. That look when you're too far gone in bliss that the only thing you can think about is the intense feeling you're receiving.
âThatâs enough." His words stopped you in your tracks, pulling away with a gentle pop.
He laid you down on your back, clothes scattered in a pile with his own, legs spread so that he could see that perfect core that sat untouched and leaking just for him, and despite the fact that millions of people had seen your bare body, he knew he was the only one who'd get to really feel you, feel your gummy walls flutter against him, and feel the warmth from your body; the thought of it made him groan as he gripped tightly onto your hips like it was the last thing he'd be able to feel, lining his tip with your entrance and sliding it in.Â
His pace didn't start off slow; it was brutal, anger leaking out in the form of his thrusts.Â
âMikey, s-slow down, it's too much," you babble, your voice shaking from the sheer force of each thrust that made your tits bounce and your head fly back into the pillows as your teeth bit down on your bottom lip, a sting of pain shooting through it from how hard you were biting down.
âYou got it, baby. Take this dick." He was breathless, heavy breathing mixed with the sound of skin slapping and sex filling the room as he leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck that contradicted the way he was thrusting into you. Your whines sounded like sweet music to his ears as the feeling of your walls sucking him in and the warmth made him moan against the damp skin of your neck.
"FuckâI'm sorry," you cried out, feeling his tip repeatedly hitting that sweet spot as you let your fingernails dig into his back, earning a wince from Michael, but considering the circumstances he was under, he didn't really care; it only seemed to add to the intense feelings that were shooting through his body.Â
âI know, baby, itâs okay," he cooed, his thrusts becoming sloppier and a huge contrast from brutal, yet controlled thrusts, a telltale sign that he was on the verge of release, basking in the feeling of your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your fingers that dug into his back, creating that familiar stinging sensation, and your sweet moans that rang out, falling onto what seemed like deaf ears.
"Gonna cum," you whined, back arching off the mattress, the thin layer of sweat that veiled over your body now mixed in with Michael's own as your body convulsed in waves of pure pleasure. His hips bucked into you as his mouth fell open, giving you another sloppy thrust.
"That's it, so good," he whispered, kissing your collarbone, the warmth from his breath only making your skin feel hotter and sticky, and for a moment, the room fell into this kind of rhythmic silence, light sounds of heavy breathing as you tried to collect yourself.Â
âAre you still mad at me?â you whispered through heavy breaths.Â
âI was never mad at you," he started, his fingers brushing the skin of your cheek. âI was more mad at the fact that so many people had seen it." His eyes darted away.Â
MDNI!, soldier boy x f reader, readed is an adult, normal au, read part one for context (ignore how bad it is, it was one of my first fics đ), am gonna make a third part as well!
it was stupid. real stupid to get into a strangers car. you've heard numerous times that you shouldn't talk to strangers, take food from them and especially not get in their car. it felt like the space was closing in on you the more you thought about it.
now you sat there in the passenger seat of this man's car. your tears were dried and an uneasy feeling resided in your gut.
"so, what's your story?" he asked, interrupting your thoughts. "pretty girl like you all alone in the middle of the night hoping inside a man's car. it's not every day something like that happens."
"it's a very long story." you huffed and nervously played with your fingers in your lap. the realization started hitting you that you just left your home town, probably forever. your phone was left forgotten on your bed. you couldn't inform anyone about where you are and no one could track your address. if this turned sour you were fucked.
"we have a long drive ahead of us, doll. you might as well start talking." he took a glance over at you and you started to feel uneasy at the way he was staring at your body. he cleared his throat and stared back at the road. "you know, you're one lucky girl. other guys would take advantage of you."
"guess I owe you the story then." you relent and rub your temples with your manicured hand. "I know this is going to sound stupid but I just needed to go away from them."
"why's that, kid? your mommy and daddy were too mean to you?" he asked, his voice sounding almost condescending.
"you wouldn't understand. they weren't textbook abusive but they always yelled at me and criticized everything I did." you started crying again and hid your face in the palm of your hands. guilt gnawed at you for talking about your family like this. your chest was heaving from the intensity of your wails but you couldn't hold your tears back.
"take a deep breath, doll." he instructed you and placed a hand on your thigh making you jump up. "relax, I won't hurt you."
"am sorry." you placed your hands back in your lap and stared out of the window, trying to hold back your tears now. you looked like a wounded doe to him.
"nothin' to apologize for." he said as he squeezed your thigh. the drive got really quiet, the only sound coming from the radio playing old songs. after an hour passed he opened his mouth again. "am goin' to make stop at the gas station. you can go piss there if you need." he announced casually as he pulled the car over.
your cheeks burned in shame at his crude language and you just cleared your throat. "okay."
once you arrived you jumped out of the car and streched to get rid of the soreness from sitting for so long. the cold air gave you goosebumps all over your body. you took in the neon lights from the gas station that casted a glow on the empty street for a brief moment before turning to him.
"hey uhhh I'll go to the bathroom now." you informed him. as soon as you started walking he grasped onto your wrist.
"not alone, sweetheart. can't have anythin' bad happen to you." he declared and walked over to pump gas into his car. "just stay next to me."
"alright." you answered quietly. it was soothing the way he spoke with you in such a paternal way. you watched him put the nozzle in the tank and you couldn't help but think dirty thoughts.
once he was done pumping he turned to you."good girl. c'mon, I'll buy you somethin' from the store."
his hand was on the back of your neck when you two walked inside of the store. it was completely empty besides the cashier at the counter. you found it odd, usually gas stations were busy, especially at night.
"go on, kid. pick something for yourself." he urged you as he watched your eyes scan the drinks infront of you.
you ended up picking a diet soda. "can I please get this?" you asked despite him telling you already that he will.
he chuckled at the way you were still so bashful, holding the bottle while staring down at the floor. "sure that's all you want?" he asked and you simply answered with a nod. "alright then. I'll get it for you, sweetheart."
"thank you." you whispered, fidgeting while watching him pay for your drink. "I still need to pee." you reminded him. your thighs rubbed together trying to relieve the pressure on your bladder.
"patience, kid" he said in a harsher tone this time and led you to the bathroom.
you instantly got inside the stall and locked the door. the very first thing you did was take a deep breath because the whole situation you got yourself in was way too overwhelming.
"don't have a mental breakdown, doll. you're fine." he called out while waiting in front of the stall and set your drink down on the sink.
"am not!" you exclaimed, your shaky voice exposing how scared you were. "I left my hometown with a man twice my age who I don't even know. I'm fucked."
he could hear your soft sniffles and he found is so endearing the way you were so fragile. but it started the irritate him that you wouldn't come outside. fifteen minutes have passed and you already flushed the toilet, yet you weren't leaving the place. "you're even more fucked if you keep stayin' here. come outside now." he barked out.
you remained frozen in place for a few more minutes, his complaints started sounding like white noise. eventually you opened the stall door and walked out only to be met with a harsh slap.
"when I talk to you, you fuckin' listen to me!" he scolded and pointed his finger at you. his frown lines were more prominent in the artificial lighting. he looked so intimidating like this.
you brought your hand to your cheek to soothe the sting and began crying again. today you cried more than you did your entire life. "am sorry."
"that's more like it." his gaze softened up and he stared at your sad face. his thumb stroked your cheek. "goin' to kiss it better." he stated and kissed your cheek before capturing your lips in a kiss.
your breath hitched at the way his tongue explored your mouth. his beard was scratching your sensitive skin but that didn't matter. you were so akward and inexperienced and it was noticeable through the way your teeth kept clicking against his.
"you're a virgin aren't you?" he asked and you just nodded once again, wanting to disappear right then and there. "could tell cause you're so uptight, doll."
"I'm too scared to lose it." you confess and akwardly look around. "think we should go before someone walks in. you aren't supposed to be in a woman's bathroom." you say, using this excuse to get away from him.
instead of listening to you he pushes you against the wall, nearly knocking the breath out of your lungs. "guess we got to hurry then." he says before pulling your shorts and panties down.
you gasp, feeling completely exposed. "I'm- wait-" you squeal but he brings his hand to your folds. it was so embarrassing how wet you were.
"christ. you've been acting like a saint but you're wet as wet as a fuckin' whore." he spits out and gathers some slick on his fingers. "so wet, I could use it as lube to fuck you in the ass with. but that's for another time."
you jump up when you feel him inserting two fingers in your hole. "oh god." you moan out, gripping onto his shoulders for support.
"so fuckin' tight. am goin' to ruin this little cunt." he growls as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.
wet, squelching sounds filled the bathroom and you were praying that no one would walk in on you. he took his fingers out and you whined at the empty feeling.
"you're going to get something much better, sweetheart." he stated before unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down.
you gasped when his hardened cock sprung free. it was massive and covered in precum. "oh my god." you looked at it mortified.
he guided your hand to his shaft. "stroke it, sweetheart." he stood there, his massive frame cornering you against the wall as he waited for you to do what he told you to.
you gulped and began stroking it while looking up at him. taking every grunt and moan as confirmation that what you were doing was good.
"that's enough, baby. we don't have enough time." he said and wrapped his hands around his cock. he slapped the tip against your entrance before pushing it in.
it felt like he was ripping your hole open. "oh my god I can't take it." you cried out and pressed your nails into his back.
"you're going to take it like an obedient little bitch." he said and covered your mouth with his hand. "now be quiet for me. don't want the workers to know how much of a dirty slut you are."
the way he was thrusting into you right now was making your ears ring. he was rutting his hips with a brutal force, his cock hitting your g-spot in a delicious manner. "am gonna cum!" you yelled out which got muffled by his hand.
"cum for me, doll." he replied as he kept slamming into you. "come on, cum on daddy's cock like a good whore."
with a loud cry you came on his cock and he kept thrusting into you with a brutal force. "mmm am cummin' daddy."
he relished in seeing you come undone before him. with one final thrust he came as well, filling you up with his milky cum. "did so well for me." he praised you and pulled his cock out, wiping it clean on your pussy. after that you both got dressed again and headed out.
the walk back to the car was filled with silence until a dogs barking interrupted it. "so how long before we arrive at your place?" you asked him, gaining a bit more courage now.
"we're almost there don't worry your pretty head about it." he assured you. once you both stepped in the car he gave you your drink and you took a sip of it. afterwards he drove again.
you just kept your eyes on the road and after some time you started feeling drowsy. you wanted to be stay awake because it felt safer. but you couldn't fight it anymore and ended up falling asleep...
Summary: Youâre given the job of babysitting Soldier Boy, keeping him out of public view and only in your sight. Being in a desolate cabin is boring though, and the two of you pick up a game that isnât as much fun for you as it is for him.
⥠warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, rough sex, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, slapping, punching-ish, bruising, spit, crying, lots of dirty talk, degrading (bitch, whore, slut), he's soldier boy idk what you expect, trigger warning, clear consent, reader insert, no mentions of y/n.
wc: 3.6k | i'm sorry in advance for what you're going to read... but the soldier boy girlies were yelling at me to do it and i gladly want to! if u want more older bf fan fics like this (mean and SCARY) lmk!!
Youâre not exactly sure when the game of cat and mouse started, but it definitely did.
Hiding in the middle of nowhere, a cabin down a dark trail accessible only to lost hikers gave you and Soldier Boy free rein in the forest: a vast, dark expanse of thick tree trunks, tall grass, and rocks. It was pure seclusion from society.
The job was handed to you: looking after Soldier Boy, his babysitter. It was vague, the instructions you were given: keep him out of public, and do not let him out of your fucking sight. Those were the rules applied to him, and you were the one who upheld them.Â
It all started the first time you let him outside. He had been suspiciously nice that morning; not making sly comments about your ass, or questioning why he hadnât fucked you yet despite the small cabin the two of you were forced to live in.
You were idly walking ahead of him, minding your business, kicking rocks and picking up stray flowers. He watched you from behind, his mind conjuring thoughts youâd probably slap him for: how quickly youâd have to run to escape, or the way youâd look against a pine tree, that stupid dress you always wore, hiked up.
You played into it accidentally, slightly running ahead when you spotted a patch of uneven mushrooms and curiously analyzing the fungi. Now he was a few feet back behind you, and it gave you the silliest idea to sprint ahead. And so you did.
He immediately ran right after you through the woods, listening to your loud laughsâyou didnât know he was serious, and he was that fucking eager to catch up to you. You were quick on your feet, easily hopping over the scattered debris, and it was the most adrenaline he had felt in a long time. Just the thought of chasing you down like you were a prize had him moving quicker than you, firm hands catching your waist and pulling you down onto the dirt.
It was the most adrenaline you'd ever felt, too; his hands bunching your dress, devouring you right there against the forest floor, a dark sky full of stars above you, both of you tapping into some primal sense you'd suppressed until that very moment.Â
Since then, it had almost become a ritual. Youâd slip out of the cabin after heâd randomly announce you had a minute head start, sometimes lucky enough to receive a minute and a half. You had zero time to change, sometimes even wandering out in bare feet when he was feeling like an asshole, which was most of the time, forcing you to run through the forest in nothing but a nightgown and bare feet. And that was the case for tonight.
âThirty⌠thirty seconds?â you ask in surprise, gazing at Ben, who sits on the couch, lazily smoking a joint, the words completely out of the blue.Â
Youâre staring at him, blinking; heâs completely unbothered, rubbing the scruff he hasnât shaved in a while.
âSaid thirty seconds, didnât I, doll?â he drawls casually, a plume of smoke slipping by his lips. âTwenty-two... Twenty-oneâŚâ he begins to taunt, and your eyes widen. He was already counting.
You curse quietly to yourself, trying to ignore just how truly excited you are to venture out into the forest this late at night, knowing a predator would be on your heels in just twenty seconds if you didnât run quickly enough.
The night air is cold and sharp against your warm skin, and your cotton nightgown does little to shield you from it. Goosebumps prick your thighs and arms, and youâre already starting a light jog, bare feet running along the hard ground, soon feeling sticks and sharp gravel beneath them as you stray further and further from the cabin.
The night sky is cloudy tonight, the stars barely hanging above, leaving the forest just a bit darker than usual. You pant softly when you begin to pick up the speed, glancing over your shoulder, the porch light flicking offâthat was a signal; Ben was leaving the cabin now, and you were just about twenty feet away.
You move more quickly, limbs swift, and weave through the branches, twigs catching on your cotton nightgown. You groan with each soft rip, realizing you've accidentally wandered into a dense thicket of branches and thorns.
âCome on, sweetheart,â he taunts aloud, loud enough for you to hear. âDonât be a dumb bitch like last time, pickinâ the worst fuckinâ spots known to man,â he calls out, and you swallow hard.
You grimace, eyes narrowed, trying to navigate your way through the unfortunate area you sound yourself. Your feet are muddy, dense branches pressing into the bottom of your feet, and you look over your shoulder, the cabin completely out of sight.
Ben is wandering around slowly, his sharp eyes scanning the area for any sign of you; he can smell you, that sweet scent he smells every single day, and it smells even better when itâs mixed with the obvious fear of scent, too.
There was fear wrapped into the entirety of itâa twisted sense of it, mingling with the excitement. You knew he was a powerful man, hands big enough to snap you in half, and youâve seen the bruises he leaves you with, how relentless a single man can be, pounding into you like itâs all he can doâit is; heâs been stuck out here for god knows how long, and this is the only piece of entertainment he gets. And itâs from you.
âNot even makinâ this fun for me anymore,â he mumbles, and you can hear his voice getting louder, and youâre on your hands and knees. âLazy whore, just wantinâ me to fuck her without playing the actual part of the gameânot how you play it,â he drawls out, and you squeeze your eyes shut.
You move on your hands and knees, feeling the twigs grasping at your nightgown, slicing the white fabric, and you whimper each time a sharp rock grounds itself into your hands and knees. You keep crawling, staying lower to the forest floor, panting, adrenaline coursing through you, actual fear filling your chest. Heâs threatened to kill you more times than you want to remember.Â
âCan smell you, you know,â he taunts again, and you hold your breath as you hear twigs crunch beneath his feet. âFear, and how wet your fuckinâ panties are right now, all excited, ainât ya?â he practically laughs, and you grimace in disgust, his words sharp.
You swallow hard and keep crawling on your hands and knees, shuffling, and you can hear his footsteps growing louder. You breathe heavier, ducking your head, much too afraid to look behind you and find that man looming over youâheâs so tall, and muscle, and taut skin against him, and you bite your lip.
âWhat should I do with that little body of yours, once I find you?â Ben calls out, and you freeze. âFuckinâ your mouth this time sound fun? Maybe usinâ every hole of yours,â he clicks his tongue, and freezes too, scoping out his surroundings.
You cover your mouth and hold your breath, hearing his steps suddenly quicken as he's somehow caught your scent like a rabid dog, and he walks right by you. Your eyes widen when you see him slightly; just his large feet, the soft grunts from him, and you glance up, seeing his face; his eyes are narrowed, nostrils flared, but heâs mostly hidden. Itâs too dark.
âCanât wait to see that look on your face.â he pauses again, inhaling, trying to smell you. âAll scared nâ helpless lookinâ like a deer caught in headlightsâmakes me wanna fuck your brains out, hope you know that,â he mocks, and you shake your head.
You inch backwards once you know heâs slightly ahead of you, somehow missing your form hidden under a few branches and twigs. You gulp, feeling a thorn catching on your dress again, and it rips. You wince, glance over, and Ben is gone; you freeze again.
Two large hands reach down and grab you by the hips, and you let out a loud squeal; Ben knocks you off balance. The minute youâre on your stomach, he doesnât hesitate to reach down and grab your ankles instead, shamelessly dragging you by them, and youâre already whining, trying to grasp at the dirt and twigs.
âHid in the worst fuckinâ spot, again,â he spits, pulling you out of the little spot. âJust wantinâ me to find yaâ, huh? Could just ask me to fuck you, instead of beinâ a prude all god damn day,â he grumbles out, letting go of your ankles.
He doesnât let you go, though. Instead, he kneels into the dirt, his knee pressing into your lower back, and he presses his hand on the back of your head, forcing your face into the cold dirt. You mumble something into the ground, your legs squirming, and he looks at the way you shift and squirm, and he shakes his head.Â
âWatchinâ this is the best part sometimes,â Ben drawls, watching your hands try to push off the ground, but he purposely digs his knee into your back. âJust fuckinâ hopeless, squirminâ around like an animal caught in a trap.â
You whine and shake your head, and he purposely pushes your head down again, this time knocking it forward, and it sends stars behind your eyes at the roughness of it. He watches the squirming lessen in real time, and he licks his lips, easing his knee off your lower back.
He twists his hand into your hair, pulling your face out of the door, and he glances at you; your cheeks covered in tears, and dirt smeared across your face, a painful throbbing at the corner of your head. He laughs, clicking his tongue in admiration.
âLookinâ your best, too,â Ben quips, his eyes raking over your face. âCryinâ like youâre not the slut who gets excited for this shit; itâs pathetic, actinâ like youâre not soaked right now.â
You whimper and look away from Ben, and he moves his knee completely off your back. Heâs all strong and rough, and his hand slides down, lifting right beneath your stomach, scooping you off the ground and tossing you over his shoulder. This strength comes with his supe abilities, and you learned it through this.
You squirm and kick your legs, and he has a wolfish grin as he walks through the forest, hearing the soft whines and groans as you try to free yourself from his grip.Â
âKeep kickinâ, doll, I want you to,â he mocks your failed attempts and keeps moving through the woods, taking you further and further away from the cabin.Â
Youâre not speaking, just making those sounds like a wounded animal; all whines and soft whimpers, and heâs the wolf about to feast on whatever is left. You lightly hit his back, and he lands a harsh slap on your ass.
âWho the fuck do you think you are?â He curses out, finding a slightly open patch, and your body is quick to hit the ground. He merely tosses you onto the ground, not bothering to lower you.
You hit the dirt with a thud, wide eyes looking up at him, and youâre panting, shuffling back until your back hits the base of a tree trunk. He smirks, tilting his head to the side.
âStop puttinâ on this show,â he shakes his head, inching closer to you. âCrawlinâ away, actinâ like a frightened little girl,â he narrows his eyes, reaching down and grabbing you by the ankles again.
You almost scream this timeâit gets caught in the back of your throat, and he drags you towards him, forcing your thighs to part and your nightgown to hitch you to your hips. He gazes down, nudging his way between your legs, and he sees the glistening slick against your underwear. The moon is coming out, and it hits it perfectly.
âWould a frightened lilâ thing be drippinâ like this?â Ben asks, glancing up at you, and he harshly slaps your core. âNo, she wouldnâtâlyinâ bitch,â he mumbles, and then he spits, soothing the sting with his own saliva.Â
You wail and tip your head back, and whine even louder when his strong hand rips the underwear right off you. Another reminder of his supe strength, the cotton breaking and ripping right off your body, and heâs staring down at your bare lower half.
âJust fuckinâ soaked,â he groans again, inhaling the sweet scent he could smell from miles away. âAnd youâre cryinâ like Iâm doinâ somethinâ wrong, and your body ainât a hole for me to rip apart.â
You whimper, and he lands another slap against your core. It stings more this time, a faint burning, and you wince, your toes curling into the dirt, and he grins. He stares into your eyes, gathering saliva in his mouth, and then he spits right down again, and you moan the minute it hits you.
Benâs fingers slide into you with ease, zero hesitation in the movement, and you gasp out, your back arching off the cold ground. His other hand holds your thigh, forcing you open.
âClenchinâ around me already,â he curses out, letting two fingers curl and hook, finding that soft spot immediately, all spongy and warm. âThis why you act like such a stupid slut? Hidinâ in the open, makinâ it easier for me to find you?â He ticks his head.
Youâre already in another world, feeling a third finger slide in and you squeeze, and he scoffs at the feeling around the digitsâhe finds it amusing how much you want him, yet how you flailed around and whined, acting like every instinct wasnât for him.
âThree fingers deep, and sheâs wantinâ more,â Ben shakes his head, wetting his lips. âThink she can take five, doll? My whole fist in her?â He asks, tilting his head to the side, and youâre shaking your head, whimpering.
His fourth finger slides in, but his thumb refuses. Instead, it finds your clit that still has his saliva glistening against it, and he rubs it into you, and youâre moaning louder. He watches, your face comforting, eyes rolling back, back arching.Â
âCanât believe you were runninâ from me,â he mumbles and shakes his head, this time landing spit on your face,e and you wince. âActinâ like you didnât want this, and now youâre squeezinâ around my fingers, takinâ me in.â
You can feel his spit dripping down your face and you whine, shaking your head, feeling it slide onto your lips. You lap it up and Ben watches, narrowed eyes.
âYeah⌠whininâ about my spit, too,â he stares at you. âMeanwhile, got my whole fuckinâ hand inside of you.â
Ben pulls his fingers out of you, and you instantly gasp when you donât feel it anymore, that full pressure. He lands another slap against your core, whining louder now that itâs sensitive and tender, all raw. He smirks at the look on your face, and you shift against the ground.
He lifts his hand and slides his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself, and heâs doing it on purpose, making sure youâre gaggingâheâs got them halfway down your throat, and youâre choking, tasting yourself. You close your eyes and claw at the ground.Â
âTaste that, sweetheart?â He taunts, pulling his fingers out to hear you choke when they finally slide out. âHow fuckinâ wet you are, yet you keep kickinâ around like a scared bitch.â
You look up at Ben when he briefly pauses, and heâs carefully unbuckling his pants, slowly moving onto his zipper and pulling them down with zero hesitation.
âYou miss this, doll? Miss this fuckinâ you?â He coos, taunting even more. âMy fingers not enough for you? My knee not enough for how greedy you are?â
You shake your head, biting your lip, glancing down when he takes himself out of his pants; long, hard, and you can tell heâs just throbbing. You remember the first time you saw him like this, and he couldnât stop laughing and mocking you; your eyes blown out in shock, and you kept asking if he was sure if it would fit. He didnât reassure you.
âLookinâ like the first time you saw my cock,â Ben drawls, his hand wrapped around the base. âLooked like you saw a fuckinâ ghost, dumbest thing Iâve seen, until you told me⌠a virgin,â he grins, and you look away, already feel shameful about him taking your virginity.
âLet me defile you like a bitch Iâd pick off the street,â he says, leaning a bit closer to you, nudging between your thoughts. âFirst time meant to be slow, sweetheart⌠a special thing between two people nâ you let me rip you open, like youâre nothinâ, a whore. And you are.â
Ben uses the soft spot for leverage, and he thrusts into you, always loving that look on your face; the wide eyes and the parted lips, the way you slowly slip into a headspace of nothingness. Just need and want, a twisted desperation for a man who is just as desperate, and doesnât hide it. Not at all.
âYeah⌠yeah, missed stuffinâ this pretty hole,â he growls, two hands finding your hips, the grip absolutely bruising, and heâs pressing over old ones. âGrips around me⌠like she was meant for me. Think she was meant for me, baby?â
Your head is lolled back, and your eyes are rolled back into your head as Ben trusts and thrusts, hard, quick motions that are unforgiving and relentless. Your nightgown is all hiked up, and his hand drifts down, holding beneath where your knee bends, giving him an angle that has noises youâve never heard before leaving your mouth.
âWhatchaâ think, doll?â Ben started, groaning as his own head tips back and he licks his lip. âShould I let you cum tonight? Or should⌠I make you hold it, all in.â
You whine when he threatens not to let you finish, something heâs done before, and it was the most agonizing thing ever, especially when heâs so big. So, so big, and he does it all so well.
Benâs hand slides up your thighs a little more, and you immediately whimper the second he pushes on your lower abdomen, letting his fist drive into it.Â
âGonna piss youâre so scared, yeah?â He asks, pushing hard onto your stomach, and you whimper, squirming. âDonât be a dirty girl⌠nobody likes a messy bitch, you know this.â
Itâs hard to think when thereâs pressure everywhere; his hand on your stomach, the pressure from it, how hard heâs thrusting, the trees creaking and groaning, the smell of dirt and the water from the small creek trickling by. Youâre in another world, and Ben is taking whatever it is out on you.Â
âYouâll be pissinâ on me, before cumminâ, get that through your head,â he hisses, briefly lifting his hand to slap the side of your cheek. âKnow how thick that skull is.â
You whine at the stinging, and there it comes, the soothing of his spit against your face, and you grimace, and he loves that look; the fake disgust, like you arenât waiting for this to be done so that you can do the whole thing again tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day.
âYouâre gonna let me stuff you,â Ben says, leaving you no room to protest. âGonna make you leak everywhere, all down these thighs,â he says, slapping the side of your thigh.
He never tells you when heâs going to finish, never gives you a heads up, but you know itâheâs groaning and grunting and growling, every animalistic urge surging through Benâs body. And then it comes, that feeling in your stomach.
Youâre not sure what it is, but he cums, and cums, and cums, a never-ending stream spilling inside of you, and he basks in it. The way youâre helplessly whining and shaking your head, asking how he has so much inside of himâheâs a fucking supe, and heâll say it like itâs the most obvious thing in the fucking world.Â
Why would he not have a supply that could stuff you until youâre begging for him to stop?
Ben pauses, burying deep inside of you, his face nestled in the crook of your neck, his beard brushing and poking at your skin, all rough and hard. He lightly thrusts, letting his cum push deeper and deeper, forcing it in to fill every crevice. He knows every crevice, too. His fingertips have touched and curled against every single one.
âThis fuckinâ body of yours,â he growls into your neck, his hips touching yours, his hand pressing right onto your lower stomach again. âTakes all of me, all my seed⌠think you were built for this, not even meant to cum, just a hole,â he breathes, licking up your neck.Â
Youâre absolutely blissed out, your cheek still stinging, your mouth agape. He punches your stomach instead of pressing, emphasizing just how full heâs really made you.
âIf you werenât full of my cock right nowâŚâ Ben drawls, licking at your earlobe, his tongue sliding over it. âWould be spillinâ all over⌠ainât that the cutest thing? Punchinâ your stomach, and forcinâ you to leak out.â
You donât say anything; you just pant, and he pulls back, his rough hands brushing your hair from your face.Â
âA minute, this time.â he nods, licking his lips, his chest heaving. âStart runninâ.â
contents: 18+, needy sub!michael + kinda mean femdom!reader + loots of teasing and begging + tasteful choking + a lil bondage + vibrator play + overstimulation
y/t means your title of choice ex. mama, mommy, queen etc
wc 2.6k
At around 3-4am, you found yourself being awoken from your slumber. You thought it was just any normal night where you would wake up momentarily for whatever reason your body wanted you to; the sudden urge to pee, a bad nightmare, or the sound of your neighborsâ annoying dogs barking, but today was different. Instead of waking up due to any of those reasons, it was instead soft groggy moans and whimpering. They were coming from the opposite side of you, and you flipped yourself over sneakily to make sure you still werenât dreaming. You carefully opened your eyes and realized your mind wasnât playing dirty tricks on you. It was your boyfriend, Michael, half asleep, attempting to get himself off in the middle of the night.Â
He was laid on his back with his eyes closed, messy curls sprawled out atop of his silk pillow. His mouth was agape and you could so obviously see the moving prints of his hands under the blanket, rubbing on his torso and groping his lower body, hips slowly rolling upwards into the touch. You had to take a moment to process such a lewd, but cute moment of his, your core now tingling with arousal.Â
Without thinking too much, you reached over to drag your fingernails over his abs, his body jumping harshly at the unexpected touch. You watched closely as his head turned to you with wide eyes, blinking rather slowly in disbelief.Â
âAnother dream?âÂ
He nodded in response whilst trying to avert his eyes from your piercing gaze. He had to stop himself from smiling cheekily, knowing he was going to be in trouble in the best way.
âYou shouldâve woke me up.â You uttered in a lower tone, scooching yourself into his personal space.
âI wouldâve..â He started, slowly creeping his hand down from his stomach to his clothed bulge, stroking it gently whilst letting out a breathy moan. âBut the thought of touching while you were asleep turned me on even more.â You could tell he was trying to turn you on, and it was working, but you couldnât give in just yet.Â
You reached your hands under the blanket that laid on top of him and grabbed his wrist with one hand, the other going to grip his bulge tightly. âDonât get cute.â You let go of his erection. âI was gonna help you out, but I guess you got it.â
 âNo, no,â He whimpered at the lack of touch, too easily manipulated to keep up a bratty act for more than two seconds. âI want you to do it. Please.âÂ
âTell me what happened in your dream first.â You released his wrist to caress his side ever so gently before you snaked your hand down to his underwear. You refused to give him the touch he so desperately craved, leaving your fingers just perched under his waistband, making an impatient sigh leave his lips.Â
âYou were teasing me. Making me sit with my hands tied to my back while you touched your chest,â He started, eyes lolling shut to better remember the situation. You began to rub the tip of his cock with your thumb, eliciting a gasp from him.Â
âY-you made me suck on your breasts, nâ I wanted to touch them. Bad.â You hummed a small âMmâ in response, a small smile forming on your face. You went even faster with your thumb, spreading the pre-cum that leaked from his tip all over the head of his length. Michael moaned in response, his breathing becoming even heavier, so immersed in your touch that he had forgotten he was even supposed to be talking.
âAht aht,â You slowed your pace. âKeep talking. You havenât even gotten to the good part yet, baby.âÂ
âYou sat on top of me. Started rubbing yourself on my dick,â He paused to let out a breathy whimper. Using your palm, you quickly swirled it against his glans now, trying to mimic the same feeling he was talking about. His hips began to buck up at the overwhelming sensation, continuous gasps finding their way out of him with every swirl of your hand. âYou were so wet- shit. It felt so real.â His eyebrows furrowed at the thought, flustered pants interrupting his speech. âGod, I need you.â You knew immediately what that meant.Â
You suddenly halted your movements on his dick, replacing it with a hard grip. You sat up on your butt to look down at your boyfriend and ran a hand over his chest before promptly wrapping it around his neck, squeezing on his sweet spot. âDonât you dare.â Michael choked out a small moan before grabbing the arm that was restricting him, his cock throbbing harshly for an orgasm in your hand.Â
âAnd donât tell me you almost just fucking came? From that? With no permission?â You released his neckâto which he quickly tried to catch his breath, and once he did, he started spewing out stupid excuses and mumbling over his words.Â
âIâm sorry, y/t. Iâm sorry. Iâm gonna ask to come. Promise.â You ignored his empty promises and got up from your spot on the bed, walking over to your favorite drawer in the room. You grabbed the small, almost doll-like pair of keys that sat on the wall to then stuff them inside of the keyhole, humming to yourself as you heard that familiar click. You pulled the drawer open to reveal a small collection of different sex toys, from dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, and even a flogger you hadnât tried yet. You decided to go easy on Michael today and carefully grabbed a small, grey bullet vibrator, some bedazzled handcuffs, and lube. You stumbled your way back over to your bed, the lack of lighting on that side of the room blinding your vision.Â
Your boyfriend sat up now, and you couldnât help but blush as only his moon-illuminated torso was visible along with his hard on peeking above at you with just his boxers and blanket scrunched under it. You sat down on the bed next to him and playfully slapped his cock a few times, making his abs tense with a small whine.Â
âGimme your hands,â You smiled as you slyly cuffed his arms behind his back, trying to hide the toy you picked out. âYou wonât be touching me today.â Michael almost pouted at the comment, not daring to speak back and get nothing for a month instead. He laid back against the headboard and reached his head over in a nosy attempt to try and see what you were grabbing behind your back. You held the button on the vibe briefly before it came to life, your boyfriendâs dick twitching at the sound.Â
âDonât get too excited.â You joked, placing yet another slap to the head of his length, his body jolting in response as a shaky breath left his lips. Michael brought a hand to his face in embarrassment, becoming more and more impatient by the second.Â
âWhat are you gonna do with that?â He questioned you shyly, thinking you were gonna get off in front of him. You had been the only one to play with the vibrator, but that would change tonight.Â
âI dunno⌠youâll see.â You taunted, grinning at his innocence that you too often wanted to ruin.
You began running the toy up his thighs and chestâto his surpriseâwatching intently as his hand fell from his face and gripped the sheets in anticipation at the unfamiliar feeling. You brought it up to his abdomen, right next to his erection, letting it sit there for painfully long as his face started to contort in pleasure again.Â
âPlease, y/t, please.â He bucked his hips up to you, whining restlessly. The almost hour he spent basically edging himself before you woke up already had him desperate, along with the edge he just received from you, but your relentless teasing was differentâ it made him feel like he was going insane, and he would be lying if he said he didnât love every second of it. You kindly gave into his gestures, just wanting to hear him beg, and finally pressed the vibe to the tip of his cock.Â
Michael gasped hard at the sensation, eyebrows furrowing again. To make things even harder for him, you got a little lube on the palm of your soft hand and used it to stroke the bottom of him slowly. He let out a long drawn out moan at the action and you mocked him in response, mimicking his moan.Â
âYeah? Is that it?â You cooed at the helpless man in front of you, watching as his mouth fell into an âOâ shape. His cuffed hands began to jingle loudly as he squirmed at the almost breathtaking pleasure, his pretty doe eyes flickering open to look at you. You could see the lust just swirling in his eyes.Â
âDo you like it hereâŚâ You trailed off, placing a kiss above his eyebrow before moving the vibe to his balls instead, now fully stroking his cock, âOr here?â you teased, laughing quietly at the way his moans went an octave higher.Â
He was too fucked out to form a proper sentence, hoping his noises would convey his thoughts.
âShould I stop? I donât hear you using your words.âÂ
âNn-! Feels so good, too good..â He managed to get out breathlessly, trying his hardest to keep himself composed, his body directly working against him as pre-cum oozed from his tip. Satisfied with his response, you momentarily took your hand away from his balls to pull your loose tank top down, revealing your breasts to him. His eyes bore into your chest, hips slowly rising into your hand with each stroke now. You held the vibe to your hard nipple, letting out a pleased sigh.Â
âIâm getting close.â Michael whimpered, realizing what you were doing. Trying to re-create his dream.. with your own added twist of course.
âWhy donât you just come for me, then?â You asked, increasing the speed of your strokes, jerking the tip of his slippery head with just a few fingers now.Â
âYes, yes, yes, yes, thank you!â He moaned through a clenched jaw, and with the last few pumps of your hand, Michael let out a large groan before his orgasm took over. His back arched as ropes of cum came shooting out of him and landed onto his chest, his pathetic noises sounding like pure magic to your ears. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he came down from his high, and you smiled at him, eyes meeting each other again as you slowed your strokes, knowing you were nowhere near close to stopping now.Â
You took your hand off your boyfriend and slowly trailed the vibe that was pressed against your nipple down in between your legs, just hovering it over your clothed clit, earning a moan from yourself.
âWatch me, okay?â You commanded softly, opening up your legs for him to clearly see the damp spot of arousal soaking your panties. You moved yourself dangerously close to his somewhat hard cock, and Michael, still trying to catch his breathâwas getting it taken away once again from the sight of you, his top row of teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he watched your every move. You turned the bullet up to its 2nd highest vibration and circled it around the most sensitive part of your clit, feeling every nerve in your body go aflame as you gasped.Â
âOh, Michael..â You mumbled, using your free hand to aggressively grope your breasts, a hiss leaving your plump, parted lips as you started to squeeze and twirl your nipples in your fingers.Â
âGod, youâre making me hard again,â Michael uttered in a breathy tone as his dick tried to slowly throb itself back to life, âPlease, at least let me touch you, Iâll do anything..â He begged eagerly as he tried to brainstorm some way to free himself from his restraints, to no avail.Â
âNo- no, be an angel and watch. Iâm just starting to get there..â You remarked with a sigh, turning the bullet to its last and final setting and pressing it to yourself hard. Your back began to arch at the pleasure, butt lifting off the bed as you tried to chase the sensation.
Michael had nothing left to do but watch you please yourself for him, his desperate eyes not knowing whether to focus on your pretty face, your eyes that never left hisâeven while you were moaning so prettily in front of him, your hands that groped yourself hungrily, or your perfect hips that rose into the feeling. He could practically feel himself experiencing the same pleasure as you, swinging around his own hips and throbbing length at an attempt to gain some friction.Â
Feeling pity towards your already ruined boyfriend, you decided to take things a step further and sit up on your knees, lifting yourself up so that the bullet was simultaneously pressed against the tip of his sensitive length and your wet pussy.Â
Michael let out an almost pornographic moan at the sudden strong vibration, indecent noises beginning to arise from the back of his throat at the overstimulating feeling.Â
âWait- w-wait, please, itâs too much, I just came!â He pleaded, wriggling his cuffed hands with loud rattling yet again against the sheets.Â
âToo much? But Isnât this what you wanted? To feel good with me?âÂ
âYes, please, fuck- but I canât take it.â He moaned, his breathing becoming increasingly unsteady.Â
âNo, you can take it, baby. Iâm sure. Youâre getting me so close.â You baited him yet again, moving your bud rhythmically against the vibe as you got off to the sounds he was making.
His body couldnât help but shake after hearing your tormenting remarks. You always knew how to use your voice to add fuel to the fire, knowing exactly what to say to make his brain turn straight to mush as whimpers and heavy pants fell from his lips uncontrollably.Â
âAgain, gonna come again,â
âI donât think youâve been good enough for me yet, angel.â You cut him off sternly.
âOh, please, mâ sorry- I canât-,â Michael began to stumble over his words, thrashing his lower body wildly under you in a feeble attempt to stop your torture, really only making things more pleasurable for both parties, âIâll never touch myself without you again, iâll be so good, please let me, please, y/t..âÂ
He earned a devilish grin from you, completely drunk off the pleasure. Exactly how you wanted him. Finding this scene way too cuteâand aside from the fact that you were trying to fend off your own orgasm as well, you decided to give him what he wanted.Â
âSuch a good boy. Come with me, okay?â
âA-ah, thank you so much, thank you, thank you,â He whined, eyes screwing themselves closed as he became just seconds away from his peak, moving his hips to match yours. He gushed sweet nothings and loud âohhââs at varying pitches, and with one last raise of his hips, he let out a lewd yelp as his orgasm came crashing down on him, body twitching intensely as cum seeped out of his tip. It eventually fell onto the bullet and dampened your underwear, that alone being enough to send you over the edge as your own orgasm took you now. You placed your hand flat on his chest to steady yourself, not being able to help yourself but to whimper along with your boyfriend, the noises you two made together echoing into the other parts of your house and out your open window. The way your walls continued to clench around nothing had you moaning out his name and how good he was being for you until you held the power button on the vibe, letting it power off as you laid on top of Michaelâs chest.Â
You both panted wildly, no telling when youâd come back down as you told him you loved him.
He returned your affection, shaking his cuffed arms behind his back once more.
⤡ ŕł â* (18+) just got my first wax ever and of course, my horrid mind got an idea. sooo sub top dangerous era!michael who becomes insatiable after you get your first brazilian wax.
After sitting your boyfriend down on the bed to show him a âsurpriseâ, you unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down along with underwear to show him the heart you had your wax technician leave with your pubic hair.
âLike it?â You questioned innocently, as if your bare pussy wasnât being flaunted in his face. He was shocked, but pleasantly. You had to stop him from trying to devour you right then and there, telling him that you were told to wait at least three days before any intercourse.
You donât think youâve ever seen Michael more needy in your life in the days that followed, with him being extra clingy, doing silly things like standing behind you while you brushed your teeth in only your panties, watching intently while you undressed for your showers, and giving you puppy dog eyes while trying to convince you to let him just touch you, saying things like âonly your clitâ, to which you denied countless times. He resorted to just staring you down as you walked the house, only thinking about stuffing his face, hands, or better yet, his dick in between your bare cunt.
His last straw came when he awoke from his slumber and saw you cooking breakfast in his favorite nightgown that you owned. He stood to the side of you, hand wrapped around your waist as he peered onto the pan of sausage you were cooking.
âSmells good,â He mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eye. âWhat is today?â
âMonday..? Whyâd you ask?â You looked at him with a chuckle and raised eyebrows, confused at the odd question. Before you could prod him further, he now stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while laying his head on your shoulder.
âMmm,â He groaned sleepily, hand traveling up your body to grip your breast over your clothes. âThatâs wonderful.â you could hear the cheeky smile in his voice.
âMichael. Hands off. Wait until tonight,â You swatted his hand away before picking up the spatula to flip the food, holding the handle of the pan with the other. You were surely horny and ovulating, but you still didnât want to risk anything.
âBaby please,â He muttered, and with a quick movement of his hand, the back of your nightgown was pulled up to reveal your bare ass. âAnd youâre not wearing anything under here. You want me to go crazy.â He whined, and you let out a loud sigh before quickly reaching back to hit his hand again.
âMichael. You donât listen. I told you, just wait until tonight. Iâm gonna burn this damn meat if you donât leave me alone right now.â
âLet me just look, please..I wonât do anything.â He asked again, but he didnât need to as he took matters into his own hands and lifted up your gown again, pulling up the fabric to bunch it up at your abdomen as he stared at the fat of your assâand best of allâ the cute little heart that sat on your pubis.
You ignored him at this point, letting him take the piss, rolling your eyes to yourself as you went back to cooking, lifting the pan up to shake the goodness, making your ass jiggle a bit in the process. Michael audibly groaned at this, gripping your ass in his hands and shaking it again for his entertainment.
âCut it out. Youâre getting worked up,â You strained, lowering the heat now as your sear on the meat was almost perfect. âGo sit on the couch and wait for the food. Iâll give you a little attention then.â
There was silence, and you thought he was thinking it over like a rational person, until you felt something hard pressing at your folds. You let out a gasp, ready to completely go off on him, but within seconds his cock was already slid deep inside of you. Completely taking you from behind, he let out a drawn out moan at the feeling he had been craving, his big hands coming around to grip your upper thighs for leverage. Your jaw dropped open at the sheer audacity, as well as the pleasure that was now surging through your body.
âGod,â He cursed under his breath as he got used to your warmth, gyrating his hips in a circular motion that had your brain going dumb. âIâm so sorry,â He half apologized, beginning to slowly pull himself in and out of you, coating himself in your essence. âWoke up thinking about you, about this..â
âYouâre beyond full of shit..â You choked out, breathlessly, wobbly hands going to turn the fire off under the food you knew wasnât getting finished anytime soon.
âI know, I know,â He whined sleepily. He pulled your back flush to him, leaving little to no room between the two of you, moving his hands from your thighs to grip both of your clothed tits as he sped up his thrusts. âBut I just canât help it. Youâre so wet.â
Broken moans began to fall out of your mouth as he was practically using you for his pleasure, leaving you helpless in his grip.
âI love you baby, mean it,â You could hear his mouth fall open, panting heavily as you could feel his breath against your head. The wet noises coming from him fucking you were obscene. âSorry, sorry, sorry. Forgive me.â He whimpered and panted heavily in between his thrusts, moving one of his hands down to cup your pussy, thumb running over the patch of hair.
âMâ gonna cum, inside of you, right now,â He babbled aimlessly in your ear, far too gone from the pleasure, letting out all kinds of desperate noises whilst he thrusted his hips into you similarly to a horny dog in heat.
With one last shaky thrust of his hips, he spilled inside of you, coming completely undone as his body convulsed and cock twitched harshly inside of you.
âOh, baby, shit,â He moaned almost too loud in your ear, rocking his hips a few more times before coming to a stop and cockwarming you. âIâm sorry.â He placed a kiss to your cheek, acting as though nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
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â$22,850âŚâ he muttered before immediately calling youâŚstraight to voicemail.
by the time you walked through the front door that evening, your arms were covered in large shopping bags.
âwhere the fuck have you been?!â he shouted.
âout,â you nonchalantly replied with a shrug, kicking your shoes off like nothing had happened.
âI can see that! twenty-two thousand, eight hundred and fifty dollars?!â His voice cracked with disbelief. âhave you lost your damn mind?â
you glanced at the bags before looking back at him.
âyou liked her picture.â
his face twisted in frustration.
âso you spent almost twenty-three grand?â
âyou said I was blowing it out of proportion.â you folded your arms. âI figured Iâd give you something proportional to be mad about.â
he stared at you for a long moment, completely speechless.
hours later âŚ
âpa please-! i said iâm sorryâ âshut that shit upâ
he gave a heavy slap to your ass that left a burning, bright-red imprint, his hand then flattened against your lower back, pushing down and forcing you to arch deeper.
he gripped your waist and roughly thrusted in and out of you, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans were the only things echoing through the empty, silent house.
âyou thought it was a fucking joke, didn't you?â Jermajesty said as he continued to thrust into you without a single hint of slowing down. âyou think you can just play with my fucking money and walk back in here acting brand new?â
âno-ah! Jermajesty, please, I'm sorry!â you cried out, your voice cracking âI'm sorry!â
âsorry don't fix shit, and it sure as fuck don't fix your attitudeâ he spat, his grip tightening on your hips until his knuckles turned white. âyou wanted something to be mad about, now look at you, taking every fucking inch of this dickâ
âI can't- please, I can't take it!â you gasped, your body trembling violently under his weight. you tried to shift your hips away from the pressure, but his hand pinned your lower back down, forcing you to take the full depth of him. âIt's too much, I can't take it anymore!â
ânah you're gonna take all of itâ he muttered, he kept going, his pace turning fast and punishing, hitting your g spot with every single stroke. âsay it again. tell me how sorry you are while you take this dickâ
âI'm sorry! I'm sorry, pa, I won't do it again!â you cried out, completely undone by the overwhelming sensation.
in a desperate bid for leverage or some kind of comfort, you reached one trembling hand back, your fingers blindly searching until they pressed flat against his hard, sweat-slicked stomach
âmove your fucking handâ he commanded âput it back where it belongsâ
Whimpering, you moved your hand back, now gripping the bed sheets next to you
âmhmmm just like thatâ
âI can't... pa, please, sâtoo deep!â you cried, your voice muffled âI can't take it!â
âyes you can, you can take itâ
he reached forward, his hand tangling firmly in your hair, he pushed your head down, burying your face into the sheets of the bed. with your upper body pinned flat and your hips forced even higher, the angle shifted completely.
the change was instant. He drove forward, going impossibly deeper, bottoming out inside you with a heavy, blunt force that snatched the very air from your lungs. your muffled cries were swallowed by the pillows as he held you there, relentlessly pounding into you, taking you deeper than you thought possible.
ângh-fuck! Jermajesty!â you whimpered, your face still pressed into the sheets, but he wasn't listening. he was completely lost in the rhythm of your body.
âwhat happened to all that mouth earlierâ he growled âyou had a lot to say thenâ
he dragged his right foot up, planting his sole flat on the mattress beside your hip. the lunging stance put his entire weight and leverage directly behind his pelvis, tilting your hips up at a vertical angle.
he slowly pulled himself back, pulling out until he was almost entirely gone, letting you catch a desperate breath before slamming back in with his entire weight.
yhe blunt force of his pelvis hitting yours knocked the air completely out of your chest. you couldn't even scream, only a high pitched gasp escaped your lips.
âyeah, just like thatâ he muttered, pulling back halfway again before driving right back in, deeper than before. âtake that shitâ
he repeated that motion, out halfway, then driving in with a deep, heavy thrust. you could only claw at the sheets, your head shaking frantically
thud! thud! thud!
every thrust had the headboard hit the wall
âI'm... I can't...â you whimpered, your fingers clawing at the sheets as practically knocked the mario coins out of you
âshhh yes you canâ he whispered, his hips crashing against yours in that punishing pace
Jermajesty showed no signs of slowing down, his breathing coming in heavy, ragged bursts as he maintained that deepening stance. every time you thought he was about to ease up, he gripped your hips even harder, keeping you pinned to the mattress.
âJermajesty, pleaseâ you whimpered, your forehead pressed hard against the mattress, your body slick with sweat. you were completely spent, your muscles trembling from the sheer endurance of his attack. âI can't... please, pa, I'm so tired...â
âyou wanted to spend my money, right?â he whispered, leaning down until his chest was pressed against your back âthen you're gonna stay right here and earn every single dollar of itâ
your head felt like it was spinning and your body ached so bad, you couldnât even move
âyou still think you're in control?"
âmânoâ you whimpered, your forehead pressed hard into the mattress. your voice was entirely shot, reduced to a raspy, desperate whisper. your thighs felt like jelly, shaking so badly you couldn't even hold yourself up anymore, he was the only thing keeping your body propped up
âthat's what I thoughtâ he growled.
he shifted his weight slightly, lunging even harder into the mattress, finding a new, angle that made your eyes roll back. be wasn't even pulling out halfway anymore, he was just hammering into you with short, fast, devastatingly heavy strokes that kept you right on the terrifying edge of completely breaking.
âJermajesty- ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!â you cried out, a tear slipping down your cheek as the intense, white-hot friction built to an absolute crisis point.
âshhh, don't scream now..just take it, hold onto the bed and take itâ he muttered, his jaw clenching as his own pace became frantic, his muscles locking up as he prepared to completely lose control inside you.
he suddenly slowed his pace to an agonizing crawl, pulling almost all the way out and barely brushing against you. the sudden loss of him made you whine, your body desperately twitching for the release that was just out of reach.
âmaj pleaseâ you whimpered, trying to push your hips back against him to regain that deep sensation, but his heavy hand on your hip kept you firmly in place. âI need it, pleaseâ
âbeg for it," he commanded âtell me exactly how bad you need itâ
âI... I need itâ you cried out, your fingers clawing at the mattress, tears of frustration blurring your vision âplease, I'm so sorry. I can't take it anymore, please let me cum!â
ânot good enoughâ he muttered, grinding his hips in a slow, torturous circle that drove you absolutely insane. âsay it like you mean itâ
âplease, pa! I need your dick, I need you!â you sobbed, completely stripped of any pride. "please let me cum!"
âthat's what I thoughtâ
âŚ
you sat in a mountain of lavender-scented bubbles, your chin resting on your knees as you glared at the porcelain faucet, your lips pressed into a heavy, dramatic pout. every muscle in your lower body felt like jelly, a constant, buzzing reminder of exactly how Jermajesty had handled your little shopping spree.
Jermajesty walked in, looking completely refreshed and wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. he leaned against the marble counter, crossing his arms as his dark eyes locked onto your âmiserableâ expression.
âfix your faceâ he said, his voice smooth but still carrying that low, dominant undertone.
you let out a loud dramatic huff as you glared up at him. âI can barely walkâ you snapped, your voice cracking slightly with residual exhaustion. âmy legs are literally shaking under these bubblesâ
a satisfied smirk spread across his face, he stepped closer to the tub, towering over you as he leaned down slightly.
âyou said 'sorry' 18 times while I was breaking you inâ he murmured, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. âso I really hope you meant it because if you keep that attitude up, I can go right now for round two and I promise you, I won't be nice about itâ
Can you do reader teasing old man Jackie all day and she says "I don't want your old man dick" and that sets him off
meanie
summary: after a day of you and Jackie taking petty shots at each other, you tease him about his age, causing him to snap.
contains: usage of ây/nâ, 18+! mdni! age gap, power play, brat taming, face-grabbing, overstimulation, forced begging, petnames: daddy ( used once)
notes: i was working on my Jermajesty headcannons and my phone glitched and this was request was the only thing that popped up on my screen and it cracked me tf up
you and Jackie have been going back and forth all day, it wasnât serious it was just petty little arguments but you had been pushing his buttons just a little too hard.
âoh please i donât want your old man dick anywayâ you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you turned to walk out of the kitchen
âwhat did you just say?â the legs of Jackie's chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up. you didn't even make it to the living room before he caught up, his heavy footsteps closing the distance instantly.
his arm wrapped around your waist like a steel band, dragging you back until your back was completely pressed up against his chest.
ânothingâ you murmured and looked away from from him
âno baby repeat thatâ he said as his free hand came up, clamping around your jaw. he squeezed just enough to force your lips to pucker, trapping your gaze and tilting your head up to face him
âi didnât say anythingâ you muffled against his grip
âi got something for your assâ
âŚ
ângh-fuck! iâm sorry!â you cried out as you kicked your legs, desperately trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp.
Jackie had you pinned flat across his lap. his forearm was locked down over the small of your back, crushing you to his thighs so you couldn't move an inch. he was already working two fingers inside you, driving into your pussy aggressively at a relentless, punishing pace that had your pussy completely swollen and you gasping for air.
âyour what?â he murmured, he kept his hand buried deep, slowly curling his fingers upward inside you, deliberately hooking against your sweet spot.
âsay it againâ he taunted softly, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down with agonizingly perfect pressure. âtell me what you don't wantâ
âJackie please!â you gasped out, a loud, helpless moan tearing from your throat as his fingers hit that spot again
you bucked your hips instinctively, twisting and thrashing against his lap. gou kicked your legs out, your free hands grabbing blindly at his thigh, desperate to find some leverage to push yourself up and out of his hold. but Jackie barely even shifted. he ignored your struggles completely, his forearm staying locked, keeping you firmly pinned to his legs.
âplease what?â Jackie asked, his tone maddeningly calm compared to the frantic mess you were becoming
instead of letting up, he continued his relentless pace. his fingers drove in and out while his thumb kept up that agonizingly perfect pressure. you let out another loud moan, your face turning to the side as your nails dug into the fabric of his jeans.
âI take it back! I swear!â you begged, squirming wildly
âyou sure?â he mocked, a edge of satisfaction in his voice as he felt you tremble against him. âsounds like you're taking this âold manâ just fineâ
he didn't stop. be kept you trapped right there on the edge, refusing to give you an ounce of relief or a second to breathe, drawing out every frantic squirm and every breathless, desperate beg until you had no choice but to completely surrender to him.
âI canât it!- I canât take it! i canât!â you cried out, your voice breaking as a violent shiver ripped through your entire body
you thrashed against his lap, your hips bucking frantically, trying to escape his fingers. uour hands clawed at his denim, your knuckles white as you tried to pull yourself forward, but he still wouldn't let you budge an inch.
âsâtoo much! please Jackie! please!â you sobbed out, a high, breathless moan escaping your lips as his thumb swiped hard across your clit.
the knot building in your lower stomach was unbearable, bordering on painful in the absolute best and worst way.
âtoo much?â Jackie grunted, his fingers curling deeper, hitting that sensitive wall inside you over and over until you were sobbing even more âyou were talking so loud a minute ago baby, whereâd all that mouth go?â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry!â you begged, your head rolling to the side as you squirmed wildly now, completely unraveled, tears of sheer frustration and pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes. âplease, I wanna cum... please baby!â
with a sudden tug, Jackie pulled his slick fingers out of you, making you gasp out loud and just as quickly, the weight of his forearm left your back so without his grip holding you up, your trembling, overstimulated muscles gave out completely. you slid right off his lap, tumbling helplessly onto the floor and landing hard on your knees at his feet. you panted heavily, your forehead resting against the edge of the couch as your body shivered
Jackie leaned down, his hand clamped tightly around your jaw again, his fingers digging into your cheeks to force your head back
âlook at youâ he cooed âall that attitude, and youâre already begging on your kneesâŚnow, what exactly are you going to say to me?â
âIâm sorryâ you choked out, your face still squeezed tightly in his palm as you stared up at him with wide, desperate eyes. âJackie, Iâm sorryâŚI donât wanna wait anymoreâŚplease fuck meâ
Jackie let out a chuckle and slowly let go of your jaw, his fingers trailing down your neck before he leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs slightly
âwork for itâ he said and patted lap
the desperate ache between your legs driving out any remaining shred of pride. you eagerly scrambled up from the floor onto your knees between his thighs. your hands were trembling so badly you could barely get a grip on the button of his jeans, but you managed, tugging the zipper down in a frantic rush
when you pulled his waistband back, his dick freed itself, already hard leaking pre cum, pressing up against his stomach
you straddled his thighs, you hoisted yourself up, your knees framing his hips. Jackie didn't offer a hand to help you, he just watched you with a heavy stare, his arms resting casually along the back of the couch, letting you do all the work
positioning yourself directly over him and slowly lowered your hips. abreathless, broken gasp came from your lips as he filled you in one long, agonizingly perfect stretch, your walls stretched to accommodate every inch of him until you were sitting completely flat on his lap.
you rested your hands on his shoulders, your body trembling as you tried to adjust, your hips twitched instinctively, but you were too weak and overstimulated to find a rhythm on your own.
âsig..â you whined, your voice cracking into a pathetic little whimper. you nudged your hips against his, silently pleading for him to take over. âplease... I want your helpâ
Jackie didn't budge, he just kept his arms stretched out along the back of the couch, looking up at you with a smug smirk. âI told you baby. gou want it, you work for it. I'm just sitting here being an old manâ
âyou're mean" you choked out âyou're so mean to me."
âthen get offâ he challenged
but of course, you couldn't. Instead, you let out a breathless, desperate sob and forced your weak legs to lift you. you pushed yourself up, sliding nearly to the tip of his length, before sinking all the way back down onto him
finding your grip on his shoulders, you started riding him, going up and down, your movements frantic, uncoordinated and at a desperate pace against him. the feeling of every downward stroke was sending tremors through your legs, but you were still barely hitting the spot you needed
Jackie watched your messy, uncoordinated rhythm for a few long moments before his voice suddenly cut through your panting breaths.
âyou know, youâve been pressing my buttons all damn dayâ he said eyeing you ârunning that pretty mouth of yours, thinking there wouldnât be a receipt to pay. you really thought you could just say whatever you wanted and Iâd just sit back and take it?â
âmâsorryâ you gasped out, your head dropping against his shoulder as you pushed yourself up and sank down again, a broken whine escaping your lips. you couldn't even think straight anymore
âIâm sorry Jackie, please⌠I canât do it by myself, help mee, Iâll be good I promiseâ
finally, his arms moved from the back of the couch and his hands came down, wrapping firmly around your ass
you let out a hopeful sob, expecting him to lift you and take control but instead, he just squeezed tight, locking your hips perfectly in place right when you were at the very top of a stroke. he held you there with only the thick tip remaining inside you
âhelp you?â he teased as you frantically tried to push yourself back down onto him, completely trapped by his grip. âI donât know, baby, I think you're doing just fine on your own, keep goingâ
âI canât!â you sobbed, your hands gripping even harder now. you tried to force your weight down, but his grip on your bum was absolute, keeping you maddeningly close to the edge without letting you sink onto him. âJackie, please, I really canât! my legs! mâgonna fall! please, daddy, please!â
the slip of the pet name seemed to finally break through his restraint. Jackie let out a sigh, his jaw tight as he stared up at your completely undone, tear-streaked face. âshit..â he muttered.
his hands tightened even more around your ass, his fingers digging into your skin as his posture shifted. he finally gave in.
Jackie lifted your hips entirely, pulling you up to the very tip before slamming you down onto his length with a force that knocked the wind right out of your lungs making a loud, distorted moan come from your throat
he took total control, his powerful arms doing all the heavy lifting as he drove you up and down against him. every downward thrust was so deep inside you until you could do nothing but cling to him for dear life, completely helpless
the sudden depth of his strokes completely overwhelmed you. he picked up the pace, he drove you up and down on his dick him with a brutal, relentless speed.
every time you bottomed out on his length, he seemed to find a way to push even deeper, hitting the absolute back of your walls until your entire body shuddered from the impact.
âJackie!- oh god!â a string of high, breathless whines spilling from your lips.
you couldn't even form coherent words anymore. the speed of his hips underneath you was too much for you. every deep plunge caused a loud, echoing moan right out of your chest, your head tossing back as your fingers dug desperately into the fabric of his shirt.
âthought it was too much, baby," he said against your neck as his pace turned even faster. he wasn't giving you a single second to recover, driving you straight toward the edge with every deep thrust. âtake it..take all of itâ
you could only whine in response, completely helpless, your hips trapped in his heavy grip as he ruthlessly chased your completion.
your vision blurred as you finally pushed right over the edge, a violent, trembling orgasm completely gripped your body, your tight walls squeezing him in helpless, rhythmic waves.
the orgasm drained every remaining ounce of energy from your limbs. your legs gave out entirely, and you went completely limp in his hold, your body collapsing forward, you crashed against his chest, your forehead resting weakly against his shoulder, unable to even hold your own head up.
rven though you were entirely through, Jackie didnât stop moving, he only slowed his pace slightly, but he kept up a steady, deep grind that kept you thoroughly pinned, drawing out desperate, broken little whines and exhausted moans right into his neck.
feeling you turn to absolute mush in his arms, Jackie let out a low, breathless chuckle. bis hands remained firmly on your hips, tilting you just right to catch that sensitive sweet spot with every slow roll of his pelvis.
ânow you canât even keep your head upâŚall the energy in the world to run that mouth.â
you mumbled a weak, incoherent protest into his shoulder, too exhausted to do anything but whimper as he gave another deep, lazy shove inside you.
Jackie gripped your hip a little tighter, a smug, wicked edge returning to his voice as he bottomed out
nani !! i loved your mean!michael drabble, could you do one where the reader doesnt move their hand after michael asks? thank you so so much !!
first of thank you beautiful!! now walk with me.
(18+ mdni )
warnings: michael ties reader up (usage of daddy)
it'll be the same routine, you begging and being needy for michael, him giving you what you want, then you wouldnât be able to take what he was giving.
only this time heâd show you that if you want something badly, you have to work for it. so you two would be in the heat of the moment, michael would have your legs propped on his shoulders while both of his hands rested on your sides, trapping you in his embrace.
his hips snapping against you at such a superb pace. âyou like that baby? yâfeel me there.â he asked in a breathy tone, his hand rubbed gently against your abdomen and his thumb reached down to draw tiny circles on your clit, earning small gasps and the tiniest sobs from you.
ây-yes mikey.. ohh.â your sweet moans dancing on michaelâs ears making him groan at the feel and sound of you. your body was coated with a thin layer of sweat, the tension slowly building in your stomach as you clenched around him.
he removed his thumb from your clit, repositioning his hand like once before then leaning down to place a soft warm kiss on your puffy lips, hitting your mushy spot at a more deeper and intimate manner, making you whimper into the kiss.
âmmph..â you cried out but your sounds muffled from you and michael lips still dancing with one another. he pulled back, leaving both of you breathless.
he leveled himself and began attacking you with long, drawn and deep strokes. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you created a slight arch in your back. âlook at that baby, look at all that cream.â his voice gentle.
he held his head low watching how you coated him with your product. it was such a overwhelming sight to see, seeing how his dick disappeared from your view as it was engulfed by the warmth of you, then coming back out rubbing against your rigged walls so precisely with a white ring decorating him.
on top of that his sweet voice, but yet dirty words, they were all contributions to the immense amount of pleasure you endured.
it wasnât all the time youâd try to stop him, rarely you did. (let you tell it) but whenever michael had a goal, and that was to make you crack in some sort of way, this is when it became too much. âm-michael.. iâi.â
his tip still digging into you deeply making you feel all mushy inside. âtalk to me baby, talk to daddy.â you moaned out, finally tearing your eyes away from the pornographic view below you screwing them shut.
âi-i canât.. mikey, its too much.â
he let out a breathy laugh, not really being amused. âyes you can baby, youâre almost there. i can feel it..â you whimpered and curled your toes. it seemed his thrust became more quicker and calculated causing you to give him a drawn out whine.
you shook your head no and raised your hand, pressing it against his toned, brown abdomen. he didnât quit his strokes but it did make his movement stagger.
âangel, move your hand.â
he tried returning to his same rhythm but the pressure of your small yet, forceful hand stopped him. you whimpered, while still feeling him dig into you. âplease.. no more.â
michael groaned at the feeling of your soppy cunt and paused, while still inside of you, shooting his dark eyes full of lust at you. you let out a breathy sigh while catching the small breaths you had lost. âbaby.â
you already knew what was coming next, more tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, some actually falling down your face. your hand still pressed on michaelâs skin. âmâ too sensitive mikey.â
â..move your hand.â and you didnât.
michael kept his eyes on you while slowly dragging himself out of you, and shoving his dick away into his boxers. the feeling of tension relief washed over you as you settled deeper into the bed. your eyes followed michael whilst he walked to the shared dresser drawer, pulling out a thin, long peice of clothed ribbon.
you werenât dumb, obviously you knew what this was meant for. but you were so sick and twisted that the feeling of whatâs to come next sent a warm feeling in your belly, and a tingly sensation through your bundle of nerves.
âmichael. iâiâ your eyebrows furrowed and a pouty expression formed on your face as he returned in front of you and pulled you up by your hands. you sat near the edge of the bed with your lower half still exposed. he looked down at you with a neutral expression but behind it he enjoyed seeing you like this.
you looked up at him with pleading eyes. âiâm sorry, please.. iâll take it, âpromise.â girl, thatâs what you always say.
michael shook his head not accepting your pleads.
âitâs too late honey.â
a surge of excitement and worry seeped throughout your chest. â⌠please daddy.â you pleaded in a soft, low voice. his movement halted as the ribbon slid gently around your wrist. he looked at your withered state, your puffy lips, and tear stain cheeks. omgg how could he say no to that?
well, he did lol.
âcmon baby, youâll be okay.â
next thing you know you were laid on your front, back arched, and ass in the air with your wrist neatly tied together, and your arms to the back. his tip slid up and down your slippery folds, tapping your clit making your body shiver.
he eased you down on him fully, to where your plush ass rested against his lower abdomen, and his heavy balls came in contact with your clit. âo-ohh.. michaelll.â
you felt him entirely.
he let out a moan and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. he laid his hand on the dip of your lower back as he began thrusting into you at a close proximity making you feel his bulbous tip a hundred times more.
michael leaned in, closing the gap between you two and placed kisses on your shoulder, while also giving you a couple of bite marks.
âmakinâ me feel so good. never wanna leave thisâgodd..â his words making you feel all warm and fuzzy. the power of his thrust and your slickness created a nasty clicking sound throughout the room driving michael crazy.
your thighs trembled in place and your moans came out like cries, michael was getting drunk from the sound. âmikeyy!â a high pitched whine erupted from your throat. it was a feeling of pure ecstasy, you literally felt you were about to burst.
you extended your hands wide open, forgetting there was restraints causing you to ball your hands up into a tight fist. you felt the weight of him resting on your back, nearly locking you in while attacking you with his greedy thrust.
with some strength you had, you pushed your strength back on him but he immediately pushed you back down. âuh-uh baby, stay right there. feel me mama.â
you were burning up right about now. this was a moment where youâd need for michael to give you a break, but what could you do when youâre unable? sit there and take it.
your eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open as the tightness you felt, snapped.
hard.
âmichael! pleasepleasepleaseââ
michael didnt even stop, if anything it quickened his pace. your juices sprayed everywhere, his lower body, your thighs, on the sheets, everywhere. you physically could not contain what was coming out of you.
you wept loudly, creating a fist so tight that you were destined to leave nail marks, with your mouth hung open and your thighs shaky. the essence was becoming so messy due to michaelâs continuous strokes, with his heavy balls slapping against your clit and his dick hammering you with ease.
michael kept his eyebrows furrowed, jaw slightly slacked and his hands pressed on your lower back. âgood job baby, thatâs it.. good girl.â he muttered with a few groans leaving his throat. you nearly fainted, while still giving michael the rest of whatever you had left.
you finished with a weak whimper and shortly thereafter, michael was filling you up to the brim.
bet you next time youâd move your hand.
â
this was supposed to be a drabble? lowkey got carried away?
i would love to see desperate/needy otw!mike being pervy while the reader is asleep like oml that would make me go crazy
hellloo i love this yes pervy otw mike is so yummy & youâre a genius because this is so âi canât help itâ from otw coded! i got hella inspired â¤ď¸
cw: sexual content mdni, thigh fucking, reader is sleeping (somnophilia but no p in v), panty stealing, perv michael duh
michael had always been so dirty and he loved that you never seemed to notice. although you shouldâve been more aware of how you âlostâ a pair of panties more often than like to admit. whenever you asked michael about it, heâd just plant a kiss on your head and say that you mustâve misplaced them. but he knew fully well that he had soaked pair after pair of your panties in his cum after jerking off with the fabric wrapped around his cock, swearing to himself to replace them but never got around to doing so.
one night youâd fallen asleep comfortably on his couch, head settled on his lap as his eyes focused on the tv. michael smoothed one hand over your hair, stroking it softly. he looked down and noticed your eyes were closed. you looked so sweet sleeping right in front of him, like a precious doll. he focused on the rise and fall of your chest each time you took a breath in your slumber. he noticed how soft your lips looked and how your hair cascaded over your shoulders so perfectly. you were wearing a baby pink nightgown adorned with white lace that fell over your body and curves just right. michael had to contain himself as he slipped the hem of your nightgown up to peek at the matching pink underwear you had on. he swear, he could eat you alive right now.
thankfully you were a deep sleeper, so you didnât even flinch when michael moved your head from his lap to the couch. he stood up, eyes raking over your sleeping figure. âim sorry, babyâŚâ he muttered out into the silence before undoing the button of his jeans and pulling down the zipper. âjust canât help it. you look so pretty,â he took out his cock, heavy in his hand as he stroked himself over you a few times with a groan.
his eyes settled on your plush thighs that were bare under your nightgown. âfuck, just lemmeâŚâ he breathed, pushing his dick between your soft thighs, biting his lip to hold back a moan at the euphoric feeling of your warm skin enveloping him. âohâyou feel so good baby,â he grunted, sliding his cock in and out until he was fucking your thighs harder than he intended, filling the room with soft groans and wet sounds. even in your sleep you had become a mess for him, all warm and sticky between your thighs. âalways so good for me,â his thrusts became erratic, bringing a hand up to caress your face, âalways so perfectâ fuck im close, beautiful,â he managed to tell your dozing body before spilling his cum all over your thighs in thick spurts with a low groan.
michael froze as he felt you stir on the couch, âmichael?â you called out in a sleepy voice. he cursed himself silently for not pocketing your panties before you woke up.
(he wrote âi canât help itâ shortly after this.)
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WARNING, THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS THE FOLLOWINGâŚ
Cheating like really bad, unprotected sex, praise, kissing, a little tongue play?? Idk he sucks your tongue, p!in!v, creampie/breeding, fem pet names, daddy kink, and more. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! If any of these things are triggering, please look away.
Plus size friendly, no mention of size or shape. Black girl friendly, no mentions of skin tone, hair type, color, coverings or wraps. Fem pet names used, âgood girl.â âPretty girl.â Etc. intended for black womenđ¤ I know I said I feel so guilty for writing smut about a man with a fiancĂŠ, but I canât help itđI promise if she wasnât a zio I would not write something like this bc it feels so disrespectful to the woman and I NEVERRRR condone cheating. Buutttt, here we aređŤJaafar is too fine and Iâm so tempted to write smut with Jaafar AND Jermajesty, but idkkkkkkk!!! Anyway! Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated and appreciated dearly, constructive criticism is always welcomed! THIS IS UNEDITED, so please forgive any mistakes and please enjoy, thank youđŠˇ
Jaafar had promised to be home over 30 minutes ago, his fiancĂŠ called over and over again but he just couldnât pull out of you. Every stroke felt better than the last. Your gummy walls hugged him so perfectly, like you were made for him-, like you were made for taking his dick. He swore it felt even better knowing full and well that he wasnât supposed to be fucking you, especially when she was at home waiting for the same thing you were getting. But you felt too good for him to stop. So perfect. Your legs shook and your bottom lip quivered every time he plunged into you. The way his name fell from your lips was like the call of a siren, so pretty and so alluring. Watching your titties bounce for him, feeling your creamy love coat himâfuck, it was driving him wild.
âJaafar! J-Jaafar!â He groaned hearing you call his name in a long, whiny moan. The thought of her distant as you looked up at him with glossy eyes and a pout. âItâsâItâs too much!â You swore you couldnât take it. Your brain was fuzzy and he was so deep, so big. Everything your pussy had to give, he was fucking out of you.
âFuckâŚyou take me soâso well baby, such a good fucking girlâŚâ He pushed one leg back, practically forcing you to put it on his shoulder so he could reach deeperâas if possible. âPerfect fucking pussyâŚlove fucking you so much babyâŚâ He panted out, looking down at you with his lip trapped between his perfect teeth. âyou take it so goodâŚso goodâŚâ A chill ran up his spine, his breathing became uneven and shallow as you turned your head away and gripped the pillows and coversâanything to ground yourself as he fucked you through the mattress.
âJaâJaafar! Jaafar pleâplease! Please! I canâtâcanât take it! Oh God!â His moans grew louder, something between a grunt and a whimper leaves his mouth as he fucks you harder. Making you see stars. âJ-JustâŚJust like that! Oh Jaafar!â While your mind is too hazy for you to notice, Jaafar does. The jarringâannoyingâsound of his phone ringing again. It didnât even take a second for him to know it was her and he couldnât care enough to answer. He let it ring as he grabbed your face and forced you to look up at him.
âKeep your eyes on me baby, donât look awayâŚokay? Donât look awayâŚhmâŚâ Your whimpers were pretty enough to block out the sound, perfect enough to drown out the thought of her. The way your pretty eyes fluttered and rolled, doing your best to hold eye contact, made his thick length throb inside of you. âGood girlâŚsuch a good girl, whos my pretty girl? Hm?â He slowed down just a bit, but rammed into you harderârendering you breathless and speechless as chills cascaded down from your brain to the very tip of your spine. âWhos my prettyâpretty girl? Hm?â He leaned down and kissed your face, forcing your body in an almost uncomfortable position before you slipped your leg off his shoulder and wrapped them both around his waist. âWhosâWh-Whoâs my prettyâŚb-baby?â
You whimpered quietly, wrapped your arms around him and dug your nails into his shoulders.
âFuckâŚâ He cursed lowly and kissed you hard, tongue in your mouth with his eyes closed. His tongue rolled around with yours, hot and wet as he moaned loudly into your mouth in a sloppy and lustful manner. âS-Stick your tongue out for me.â You obeyed without a second thoughtâlet alone a firstâand moaned loudly as he licked your tongue before sucking it. He was so lost in the pleasure of fucking you that he almost didnât hear his phone ring again, but the soind was just too loud. It cut through your voice and makes him groan loudly in irritation as he pulls away. He stops abruptly and kisses your forehead. âI need you to stay quiet, âkay?â
Your eyes are glazed over and your pupils are blown wide, you nod your empty head with a fucked out expression that makes him smile. âYou can be quiet for me, pretty girl?â You hum and rock your hips, too needy to focus on anything other than the feeling of him deep inside of you and his voice. âSuch a needy girlâŚâ Jaafar watched for a moment, allowing it to ring a second longer before covering your mouth with his big hand. Ring discarded as he pressed another kiss against your forehead before answering. âHello?â He rolls his eyes as she complains, whining in his ear about wanting him and thinking of him all night long. As if anything but pleasing you is on his mind. âI know honey, just wait okay? They need me to stay a little later, honestly, I donât know when Iâll be back homeâŚâ
As he looked down at you he swore he couldâve hung up on her right there without even the slightest care. You looked so pretty, batting your pretty eyesâlashes clumpy with tearsâas you tried to satisfy the urge he had left you with. Grinding your hips against him for even the slightest bit of friction. âIâll call you back when Iâm all done, okay?â She had said something, maybe sighed a desperate moan in his ear or a plea for his touch. Jaafar didnât care. His focus was completely on you and how pretty you looked silently begging for him. âLove you, bye.â Before she could even respond he hung up, tossing his phone aside as he smiled at youâbig and wide showing off his perfect, pearly whites. âSo cuteâŚall needy for daddy to fuck youâŚâ his voice is so much softer, so genuine and so full of passion. âDid I make you wait too long? Hm?â He asks with a pout, mimicking you as you nod. âI knoooww baby, I knowâŚIâm sorryâŚâ He cooed as he began rocking back and forth, fucking you with long, deep and slow strokes. âDaddyâs sorry babyâŚno more distracts, mhmâkay?â
Your voice breaks into a beautiful sob, between a moan and a cry for him as you pout. âjustâŚjust gonnaâgonna focus-fuckâŚfocus on youâŚonly you baby, just you.â As he spoke he went faster, already getting close again as your voice grows louder. Your walls flutter around him and your legs tremble around his waist.
âJa-JaafarâŚfeelsâoh God! It feels so good feels so good!â Your words slur together, blinded by the pleasure of his dick hitting that soft spongy spot over and over again. Your words turn into a slur of praises and pleading, spouting his name in between a mixture of moans and gasps for air.
âThatâs right babyâŚitâs all for youâŚjust for you babyâŚjustâhaaaâfuckâŚâ His voice cracks as the muscles in his stomach tighten, âjust for youâŚmhmmâŚâ he whispered as he began drilling into you with enough force to rock the entire bed. He was so close, the frantic beating inside of youâthe pulsing of your walls as you clenched down on him, was making it impossible to breathe. He slipped a hand down between your bodyâs and began rubbing messy circles against your clit, applying enough pressure to make your eyes roll back to your skull as he fucked you as deep as he possibly could. He was turning your brain into mush-, complete stew as you pushed against his shoulder and shook your head. âCum for me babyâŚbe-be a good girlâŚshow me just how much you love itâŚhow-haaâŚhow much youâOh GodâŚmmhmmm, oh fuckâŚâ his words turned into loud panting as he closed his eyes, fucking you wildly as he quietly moaned, grunting as you tightened even more around him. Your voice pushed him over the edge, feeling you cumming around him as you whimpered his name loudly and clung to him.
âJaafar! Jaafar!â You cried out. He buried his face in the side of your neck and called out your name as he stilled his hips and came deep inside of you. Filling you so much that it dribbles out, flooding you completely with the hot and sticky substance.
âF-Fuck! S-So goodâŚso-HaaâŚhaaaâŚâ Both your bodies are spent, he pumps just a few more times before slowly and carefully pulling out, watching your eyes flutter closed as you settle into the buzzing feeling. As he slowly comes down a warm feeling spreads in his chest, blooming inside of him as he smiles and strokes your face. âYou did such a good job for me, love.â He kissed your eyelids, stroking your cheek as a weak smile spreading across your face. âDid you enjoy yourself?â You nodded, too tired to speak. âThatâs good baby, get some rest. Iâll clean you up, okay? Just lay here for me.â His next goal was to make sure you were okay, after care being a top priority after making you feel good.
âJaafarâŚâ You whined when he left the bed, pouting as you opened your eyes and looked at him. âYou arenât leaving tonight, right?â His smile grew, sweat still beading on his forehead as he chuckled and slipped on a robe.
âOf course not, Iâll stay for as long as you need me.â The last thing on his mind was getting back home to her with you looking so pretty and so sleepy after he made you feel that good.
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