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Did you see that Jermajesty apparently supports diddy and liked a free diddy post, he also follows diddy on ig and is friends with his kids.
I've seen people talking about it. I don't really like forming opinions based off screenshots and hearsay alone, so I'm not going to sit here and confidently say somebody supports something without knowing the full story.
That being said, if it is proven that he genuinely supports Diddy knowing everything that's come out, then I have absolutely no problem saying that I would strongly disagree with that and lose a tremendous amount of respect for him. I don't care who you are, what family you're from, or how talented you are. I do not play around when it comes to things like that.
Following someone, being friends with their children, or liking a post doesn't automatically tell me what somebody believes, and I'm not comfortable making that leap without more information. But if there is clear evidence that he knowingly supports him after everything, then yes, I would have a serious issue with that, and I don't think fame, family connections, or nostalgia should shield anybody from criticism.
So for now, I'm aware of what's being said, but I'm not going to treat speculation as fact. If more information comes out, then my opinion can change accordingly.
WARNINGS: Reader is a bitch highkey, Breeding if you squint, Steph calls her mommy like once, Daddy kink (surprise, surprise), Make up sex, Stephon down bad, Alluding to baby trapping lowkey.
SUMMARY: You weren’t exactly the best girlfriend but…leaving you didn’t seem like an option either.
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It didn’t stop until he was done with you. Back arched almost until it was painful, hands beginning to cramp from holding the sheets so tightly, and your eyes began to blur over from tears. This wasn’t even angry sex. This was ‘i miss you, stop playin’ sex. This was ‘You not leavin’ me.’ sex, as surprising as it was to you that he'd tell you so.
See, Stephon loved you, but you had “ways” about yourself.
You were stuck up, simply put. A brat with a silver spoon sticking out of your pouted mouth. You hated his friends and made it known, you hated seeing him talk to any other girls but you, you demanded everything to go your way or else the day was at risk of being ruined. There wasn’t a day where Stephon didn’t look at you, wondering if your head was actually on another planet.. But what did he really expect from dating a model?
Almost every day there was a camera propped in your face, flashing lights with people behind them yelling ‘look here’, ‘do this’; and it was all for a picture of you. A meek little photo to capture the beauty you were simply just born with.
He put up with it when he could, giving you exactly what you wanted when you asked for it. He distanced you from his friends and stopped mingling so much, stayed in the house with you more, and kept you pampered, but you always found something.
It pissed him off so much that you’d be blocked one day, the man claiming he was “officially done”, then unblocked and in his bed the next day. The constant loop of push and pull almost made him sick, but being lonely and missing you made him sicker.
Contrary to his friends beliefs (Because Stephon loved to lie and say you two weren’t on speaking terms) you were never gone for long, no matter how serious you thought he was, no matter how many apps he had you blocked on.
“This pussy miss me? Hm?” Stephon grunted from behind you, a hand pulling up his shirt so he could get a proper view of your ass clapping back on him. You could barely answer. Not when his hand was placed smack dead in the middle of your back, reinforcing the powerful arch.
“Mhmm-“
“Mhm? Mhm, what?”
You shuddered. “I-I-“
“What? What, daddy baby?” He cooed, trying to coax you to talk him through it just as much as he did you, the hand he used to pin you down now softly caressing the dip in your back.
You began to mewl, limbs stretching out as you felt him dig even deeper inside of you, pounding like you had stolen something; His sense, perhaps.
“Ouh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ He chanted, tucking his rolled up shirt under his arms to keep it from obstructing his view again before gripping your hips, his long fingers steady digging into the fat.
Almost panicked, your back hunches up as you feel wetness trickle down your thighs, slow, but sure.
“Steph! I- I feel it!”
A smirk spread across his lips as his dreads fell out of it’s ponytail and into his face. “Uh-huh. Daddy in that shit?”
“Yes!”
“I’m fuckin’ you good?”
“Yes, bae!”
“You finna cum all on this dick? Give daddy that nut”
“Yes, yes, yes, daddy!”
He could feel it for himself. You got wetter, tighter too. A familiar white ring appeared around the base of his dick, the absolutely obscene sight making him wanna put you further through the mattress, if that was even possible.
It was crazy how delusional sex could make him, now he was thinking that maybe babies weren’t that expensive..he always thought you’d look cute with a little belly. Maybe that’d fix you.
The tighter you gripped, the more you could actually hear Stephon struggling behind you, his hips rolling with more desperation than a few minutes ago until he was just grinding into you, forcing you to feel every inch and detail of his dick.
Almost tiredly, more so fucked out than anything, he lays his upper body on yours, careful not to crush you but just enough so you could feel him.
“I love this pussy” He mumbles in your ear, completely drunk off of it. “I love it” He repeats while kissing along your shoulders, occasionally biting as his hands slide up to intertwine with yours. One intense roll of his hips left you gasping, body tensing up from the sensation. “You gon’ take her from me, mommy? You gon’ leave me alone for real?”
The audacity of him to ask that.
You pout and shake your head. “No, baby. Never.”
He whimpers softly before you feel warmth inside of you, his dick twitching with every pump of his release.
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: riding Jaafar in the most softest sweetest way while he talks you through it.
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You were sat on his lap, your mouth pressed against his in a soft kiss, one of your hands trailing down his bare chest as you slowly rocked on his lap.
Soft moans filled both of your mouths, still pressed together but no longer kissing, resting as if it was the only thing keeping you both grounded.
One hand cradled your cheek in his palm, while the other splayed across your lower back, a moan ghosting across your lips as he slowly thrusted to meet your bounces.
“You’re so perfect..” he whispered against your mouth, pressing his forehead against yours, leaving another soft kiss on your lips.
Your lips trailed down his neck as he groaned, his fingers digging into your back, pulling you as close as he could, titling your chin and kissing you again.
You moaned into his mouth as he guided you to bounce harder, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, grinning against your lips as your moans got louder.
“That’s the spot huh..?” He murmured against your mouth, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.
You nodded, whimpering as he pulled your bottom lip with his thumb, gently rubbing it.
“come on sweet girl.. cum for me..” he whispered and captured your lips in another deep kiss.
You moaned into his mouth, grinding your hips deeply against his as your legs shook, cumming on his cock with a whine.
The hand that was on your cheek moved to the back of head, holding you against him as you collapsed, moaning softly as he continued thrusting up into you.
Finally with a hoarse groan he stiffened, his hips jerking as his eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping your lips as you felt his cum fill you up.
His head slumped back against the couch, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath, his hand softly rubbing your back.
Your head stayed on his chest, leaving soft kisses as you both came down, neither of you wanting to move just yet.
“So perfect.. my gorgeous girl..” he murmured, leaning down to give you one last kiss.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: and that’s the end! If you read this far thank you, it’s been ages since I wrote and I can’t wait to start doing it again!
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you softly whispered, your voice wavering slightly as your palms pressed flat against the singer’s broad chest. michael was softly, gently planting a line of warm kisses down the side of your neck, causing a quiet giggle to escape your throat at the ticklish touch, but you couldn’t deny the way your heart hammered furiously against your ribs as if it were trying to claw its way right out of your chest.
you had been dating the singer for about a year now. despite his fame and the constant demands of shows, tours, and recording, you and michael had built a healthy, steady relationship. no matter how busy life became, he always found his way back to you and made time for the people he loved. and on the rare occasions he couldn’t, you understood, because michael had a life of his own, and so did you.
your relationship wasn’t public, nor was it widely known. sure, michael had been spotted with you a couple of times. once while taking you out to dinner, and another at the fair, where he proudly handed you the biggest giraffe plushie on the shelf. but aside from that, people didn’t really know your name, or who you were. and michael made sure of it. not because he wanted to hide you, gods, no. if he could, he would show you off to the entire world. but to him, it was about your safety, protecting your privacy and the innocence of a life untouched by fame. because if there was anyone who understood how quickly the public could invade and take those things away, it was michael.
and after a long, exhausting day of rehearsing, singing, and dancing, michael couldn’t wait to see your face again. to hear your voice, catch the familiar scent of your perfume, and be reminded of the comfort that came with your presence. if he was being honest, he’d missed you all day. maybe more than he cared to admit. so later that night, back at the hayvenhurst estate, freshly showered and dressed in a robe loosely tied at his waist, he sat by the telephone, absentmindedly twisting the cord around his fingers. it didn’t take long for him to give in. bringing the receiver to his ear, he dialed your number and asked if you’d come over.
and you did, you always did.
and when you arrived, he simply couldn’t take his hands off you.
“missed you,” he murmured, his voice soft as his lips brushed against your skin. the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, and despite yourself, a smile tugged at your lips. resting your palms against his bare chest, you gently pushed him back just enough to look at him. the sight of him made your smile widen, dark curls still damp from his shower, brown eyes fixed on yours as though he’d been waiting all day to see you.
“i missed you too,” you said softly, bringing your hands up to rest at the nape of his neck. your eyes lingered on the faint frown pulling at his lips, and your smile softened. even after all this time, you could always tell when the weight of the day was still sitting on his shoulders.
“but…” you trailed off, tilting your head to the side, “i think that michael jackson has had a long day and needs—“
“oh my gosh,” he groaned playfully, throwing his head back. a laugh immediately bubbled from your lips.
“…some rest.” you finished, bringing your hands down to his shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze.
michael sighed. “you are my rest, girl.”
you giggled at his comment. “really? I’m your rest? michael, your ridiculous.”
“I’m serious mama.”
you then rose onto your tiptoes, your hands coming up to cup his face as you pressed a quick peck to his frowning lips. “i’m serious,” you murmured. “really, michael. i can’t imagine how exhausted you are.” your tone softened, thumbs brushing gently over his skin. for a moment, he didn’t say anything. he simply leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut.
he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such a woman like you in his life.
the way you loved him, and weren’t afraid to show it, scared him a little. not because he couldn’t return it, but because he couldn’t quite believe that someone’s heart could hold that much warmth. your soul seemed to radiate it, quietly and constantly, like something impossible to dim. he saw it in the way you gently handled children during hospital visits with him, in the patience you gave to strangers, and in the way you moved through the world with a softness that never felt forced. your lips were almost always curved into a smile, revealing those bright, pearly whites, as if kindness was simply the way you existed. and you kept giving it, even to people who didn’t always deserve it.
perhaps, that’s how he fell in love with you.
not only did he see it in the way you cared for other people, but in the way you cared for him. you never failed to call and make sure he was okay, never failed to show up when he needed you most, never failed to meet him with a tenderness that made him pause every time. sometimes, he truly believed he didn’t deserve it.
having his childhood stripped away, cameras and microphones pushed into his face long before he could understand the weight of it all, the pressure had rested on michael’s shoulders since he was young. immense fame only made everyday interactions harder as he grew older; he was, at his core, quiet and introverted. while electrifying on stage, he remained guarded and profoundly shy in his personal life, as if the world beyond the spotlight always felt a little too loud, a little too close.
but the moment he met you, something in him changed. he changed.
you were like a spark ignited in the dark. his rock, his lover, his partner, his best friend. you were everything all at once, making even the hardest parts of life feel a little lighter. no matter how many long, relentless, exhausting days he had, they somehow felt worth it in the end.
because he always knew he could come home to you.
and he’s always felt the need to make up for the fact that you simply existed in his life. he would shower you with gifts, plan dates, give you his time, his attention. michael never failed to show his love in every way he knew how: financially, physically, emotionally. and yet, it still never felt like enough to him. it was as if nothing he did could ever truly match what you gave him so effortlessly. sometimes, he thought he would need to meet god himself just to say thank you for creating someone like you and bringing you into his life. and if he could, he would.
michael’s arms slid up from your waist, settling gently over your shoulders before coming to rest along your arms.
you fell quiet under the weight of his gaze. his eyes twinkled as they held yours, steady and soft. it was moments like these when he could effortlessly steal the breath from you, your heartbeat quickening as your knees threatened to give way beneath you, all from a single look. as if, in that moment, you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him.
you were slightly startled as you felt yourself being gently guided backward, your knees meeting the soft edge of his mattress. slowly, he led you to sit down, his hands steady and sure. and you did, settling onto the bed as his eyes never once left yours.
your eyebrows creased in quiet confusion as he reached for your hands, lifting them gently so your palms rested easily within his, larger, warmer, completely enveloping yours.
he let out a soft, breathy giggle at your expression, as if it amused him in the most tender way, before leaning in to press a kiss right between your brows. he inhaled slowly, exhaling through his nose as the warmth of his breath fanned across your face, and then he rested his forehead against yours.
“you know i love you so much,” he said softly.
the corners of your lips curled into a small smile, and you nodded, holding his gaze.
“i love you too, michael,” you said softly.
he nodded in return, a quiet understanding in his eyes, as his thumbs gently stroked the backs of your hands in slow, steady motions.
“i wanted tonight to be special,” he began, his voice softer now, almost careful.
“every night is special with you.”
he laughed at your words, head dipping shyly. “you always know what to say, huh?”
“but..” he began, staring down at your joined hands. “I’ve always felt like I haven’t been able to properly repay you for how good you’ve been to me.”
you shook your head, your brows knitting together as your lips pulled into a small frown. “what? no, michael. that’s ridiculous,” you said, letting out a humorless huff. “my love for you is priceless.”
at your words, michael’s eyes lifted to meet yours. “but tonight, right now,” he said softly, “i want to show you how much i love you.”
“not through gifts,” he added with a small huff, though a smile tugged at his lips. “not just through words. or kisses. or telling you over and over again like some kind of chant.” he let out a quiet laugh, and you couldn’t help but smile back.
but then his smile slowly faltered, the softness in his expression deepening into something more vulnerable. “will you let me show you?” he asked quietly.
you stood up, your expression softening as your hands slowly slipped from his. you lifted them again, gently cupping either side of his face, holding him as if he were something delicate and cherished. leaning in close, your lips hovered just barely against his.
“show me, michael.”
at that, his lips found yours in a slow, gentle rhythm that was entirely his own. your lips parted on instinct, welcoming the hot, sensual warmth of his tongue. he crossed his hands flat against your back, pulling you flush against his chest as you tangled your arms around his neck, a breathless giggle escaping into the kiss. he stepped forward, guiding you back until you sank into the soft mattress beneath you.
as he parted from you, leaving your lips flushed, bruised, and swollen, you almost winced at the sudden rush of cold air brushing against them. you were already aching for his warmth. he wasted no time before pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth, his lips trailing a path of burning heat from your jawline all the way down to the sensitive skin of your neck.
you brought your fingers up to tangle in his soft curls, letting out quiet, breathless sighs of contentment. his lips pressed hard against your neck, gently sucking on the sensitive flesh before soothing the growing heat with a gentle, comforting flick of his tongue.
once his lips traced down to the sharp edge of your collarbone, he broke the contact and came back up to meet your eyes. the raw, breathless look on your face made him completely fold.
your chest rose and fell with heavy breathing, your hair spilled out like a dark halo across the bed. your eyes softened, lowering into a gaze full of nothing but pure love and heavy lust, your lips flushed and parted as if you physically needed so, so much more. michael simply couldn’t resist. neither did you want him to.
he called your name softly, his hand moving slightly up under your shirt until the heat of his palm finally met your warm skin. a sharp breath hitched in your throat as you inhaled, and he leaned down further, gently pressing his forehead against yours.
“Is this okay?”
all you could muster was a nod.
as he moved to slowly pull your shirt up and over your head, his mouth never left yours, continuing to kiss you deeply. his free hand began a slow, agonizing trail from your stomach up to your chest, before sliding around to the small of your back and finally coming to rest, fingers gripping the soft curves of your ribs.
he simply couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and that was a fact.
when he finally broke the kiss, he caught the instant, evident pout on your lips that made a soft smile tug at his mouth. leaning down, he hooked one of his long, slender fingers around the waistband of your shorts, gently sliding them down the length of your legs before letting them drop carelessly onto the floor.
and now, you were bare beneath him.
well, almost.
to be honest, no one had ever been allowed to see you in a state like this. you were completely vulnerable, your body so bare that your undergarments left very little to michael’s imagination. he knew you had never bared such a delicate, fragile piece of yourself to anyone before, and he wanted to carry the memory of this moment with him forever. he felt deeply honored. honored to be the very first. the first to witness such a sight, and the first to handle you with this level of tenderness, showering you in a love so profound it spilled right out of his heart and into his every movement.
and before you knew it, pieces of your undergarments came off too.
and michael couldn’t help but stare.
you were so heaven sent. looking at you now, he truly believed your body had been meticulously sculpted by the gods themselves. his eyes traced your soft, blushing curves, the gentle swell of your chest, the inviting fullness of your plush thighs. it wasn’t the first time michael had seen a woman bare, but with you, everything was entirely different. it felt as if he was being shown something ancient and profoundly sacred, leaving him almost hesitant, as if he were too scared to even touch you.
but under the heavy weight of his gaze, your chest twisted with a sudden wave of embarrassment and diffidence. your arms instinctively flew across your body to shield your chest, while your legs crossed over one another to cover your womanhood. the vulnerability felt too overwhelming, and you couldn’t bring yourself to dare meet his eyes.
and at this, michael swore he could feel his heart physically break inside his chest. his lips pulled down into a sorrowful frown, and he reached out to gently take hold of your wrists. he called out your name in a mere whisper, waiting patiently until your eyes finally rose to meet his, prompting a soft, reassuring smile to break across his face.
“mama, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your cheek. smoothly, he pried your arms open with careful tenderness, guiding your hands up until they wrapped securely around his broad shoulders. moving lower, his hands nudged the sides of your knees, gently spreading your legs and guiding them to lock around his lower back, anchoring you to him.
“let me see you. I wanna see all of you. all that you’ll give me.”
and at that, he could instantly feel the way your entire body relaxed against his solid frame. when he leaned back slightly, his hands began a slow, burning trace from your stomach up to your breasts, giving them a gentle, teasing squeeze that sent a sudden wave of intense heat rushing straight to your ears.
he smiled at your reaction, trailing his warm hands back down your stomach to smooth over the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
“Im gonna undress now too, ‘kay?” he whispered, shrugging off his robe in one fluid motion.
you took a sharp, shallow breath, nodding as the smooth expanse of his bare chest was revealed. he wore nothing beneath the robe but his boxers, and without once breaking eye contact, he slowly pulled them down to his ankles, stepping out of them to stand completely bare before you.
as he watched your gaze slowly drift down his body, your heart began to hammer so fast against your ribs that you were utterly convinced he could hear it echoing in the quiet room if he just listened hard enough.
michael had always carried a slender frame for as long as you could remember. his life was built on passion, forever rehearsing and dancing, an artistic devotion that had sculpted his physical form. he was tightly toned, his abs always showing prominently against his stomach, and his chest beautifully lean. you held a deep adoration for his body, truly believing that he was a creature devoid of any imperfections.
what you couldn’t believe was how big he would come out to be.
would you be able to take it?
michael, letting out a soft huff at your shameless staring, leaned over you and tilted your head up to meet his gaze. he pressed a sweet, tender kiss to your lips, then another to the corner of your mouth. when he brought his hand up to cradle your cheek, you completely melted into the warmth of his palm, lifting your own hands to rest gently around his.
“I wanna take care of you.” he spoke soflty, merely above a whisper.
“I want to do this out of love for you, and all I ask is that you let me.”
you looked up into his eyes, finding them so incredibly sincere, so soft and agonizingly tender that a sudden wave of emotion hit you, causing your eyes to gloss over with tears.
you nodded softly, and a warm smile broke across his face. “we're gonna take care of each other. and if you feel uncomfortable, or feel like you want to stop, i need you to tell me, okay?” he whispered.
“I’m here to make you feel good baby, it’s all about you.”
you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “okay.”
he leaned in once again, pressing a soft, loving kiss against your lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, michael.”
michael then shifted his gaze downward, carefully taking his length into his palm while using his other hand to ensure your legs were securely locked around his waist. he rolled his hips, pumping himself a few times to prepare, before slowly aligning his heat right at your entrance.
and with a sharp inhale, he gently pressed forward, taking it nice, and slow.
with a sharp inhale, he gently pressed forward, keeping his movements incredibly nice and slow. at first, as his tip brushed against your innocent opening, a sudden, burning heat flared up. a helpless gasp erupted from your lips, the sensation making you feel as though you were being split wide open. a deep, intense stretch bloomed within you, causing your breathing to turn completely shaky. your face turned up in discomfort as you sucked in a sharp, quiet hiss, your eyes glossing over with tears at the overwhelming stretch.
michael immediately pressed his forehead firmly against yours, anchoring you to him. “i know baby, shh,” he cooed softly into the quiet space between you, his voice a soothing lullaby as he began inching his way even deeper into you.
slowly, but surely, the initial pain melted away into a wave of pure pleasure. he gave your body plenty of time to adjust, sliding in and out in slow, deep, rhythmic strides that left you completely breathless. soft, long sighs escaped your lips, your eyelids fluttering shut at the intoxicating sensation. michael noticed the shift immediately, the old bed creaking softly beneath your combined weight as you tilted your head back, your eyes snapping shut and your back slightly arching off the mattress.
“michael more, please.”
and with his pace gradually quickening, your jaw went completely slack. you genuinely felt like you were ascending to another world, your mind becoming so heavily clouded with a mix of raw pleasure and heavy lust that it felt agonizingly good, almost entirely overwhelming. your moans shifted, becoming higher pitched with every movement. it was a deep, soft, and gentle kind of lovemaking, but the intensity was undeniable. michael couldn’t help but stare down at the absolute bliss written all over your face, desperately wanting to burn the image into his mind forever. tiny beads of sweat began to form along his hairline as he worked above you, his eyes tracking the way your breasts recoiled with every single long, deep stride he took within your body.
and as michael angled his hips just so, a sudden wave of friction made your body lock up in pure shock. he had uncovered a spot so deep within your core that you began to see stars, your mind completely spinning. a beautiful warmth burned across your skin, your hands trembling as your fingers buried themselves into the soft comforter beneath you. you gave a sharp gasp, your back arching high off the bed and your toes curling under as michael returned to that sacred spot again. over and over.
“oh…” he groaned. “right here? right here baby?”
you nodded frantically, hiccuping with moans. “ye…yes..yes.“
with every deep thrust that knocked the wind clean out of your lungs, you could feel yourself truly becoming whole with the man on top of you. as his heavy weight settled over your frame, he hugged you tight against his chest, your warm, sweaty skin pressed perfectly skin-to-skin. your chin rested heavily against his shoulder while deep in your abdomen, your stomach began to coil, forming a tight, hot knot of anticipation. the way michael kept thrusting in and out of you, never failing to hit that exact spot inside of you perfectly in all the right ways, combined with the relentless series of "i love you's" spilling desperately from his mouth, left you completely overwhelmed.
you were utterly overwhelmed with love, overwhelmed with his touch, in a way you had never experienced before in your life. it felt as if the remaining space between your bodies completely dissolved, two separate hearts learning the exact same rhythm until you could no longer tell where one ended and where the other began. it was a tide rising much higher than either of you expected, carrying you both into a world that felt as if it had always only ever belonged to you and michael.
it was like you fit together perfectly, like pieces of a story that had spent years searching for the very same page. and right then, time seemed to completely unravel around you, leaving behind nothing but the absolute certainty of being fully seen, known, and cherished completely.
with the very last bit of strength you could muster up from your body, fresh tears spilled from your eyes. “mi..michael, i’m—” you choked out, your voice trembling as the overwhelming sensation finally pushed you completely over the edge.
“together,” he breathed against your skin, his pace quickening into a fierce rhythm. he was completely determined to push you over the edge of that beautiful wavelength, determined to spill absolutely everything he had left inside of you. all of his love, his loyalty, his life, and his heart.
“cmon baby.”
and together, you both completely surrendered to the wave. everything you had ever held onto just slipped away into nothingness. your body jerked and shook harshly under michael's frame from the intense overstimulation, your toes uncurling and curling tight at the sheer satisfaction of the release. michael bottomed out inside you with a deep, breathless moan, and you could feel his incredible warmth and his love spill into you, filling you completely.
as your legs began to shake and your tense muscles contracted, your chest heaved up and down uncontrollably from the leftover adrenaline. michael's eyes softened with pure tenderness, and his warm hands immediately came up to your legs, smoothing over your thighs to gently massage the spasming muscles. he leaned in close, using his other hand to wipe away the stray tears on your cheeks while placing soft, lingering kisses against your lips.
“hey, look at me.”
your eyes drifted to his.
and he smiled softly, gently stroking your flushed cheek with the pad of his thumb. “you with me?” he asked, his voice incredibly tender and quiet. as if he were carefully comforting a frightened animal.
you nodded, letting out a few soft, shaky huffs of breath as the residual adrenaline slowly left your body. a quiet, helpless giggle escaped your lips as you were gently being brought down from such an incredible high. answering his tender question, you nodded once more, your gaze entirely locked as you stared deep into the warmth of his eyes.
and with you wrapping your arms tightly around his broad shoulders, he instantly hugged you back with equal fervor. both of you lay there completely bare, with him still resting deep inside of you, sharing that pure, skin-to-skin warmth. your body was utterly exhausted from the intensity of it all. he leaned down to press a lingering kiss against your temple, before slowly shifting to lay down flat beside you, pulling your frames together so that you were perfectly tucked against his chest.
“so this is how you were gonna repay me, huh?” you muttered softly, pulling back just enough from the hug to flash him a teasing smile. you lifted your hands up, letting your fingers rest comfortably in the thick expanse of his soft curls as you looked up at him.
michael let out a soft, melodic laugh at your teasing. “mhm. i did it properly too,” he murmured proudly, leaning back in close to your face. “with how loud you were—”
your face burned a bright, furious red, and you instantly brought a hand up to smack his bare chest. your eyebrows furrowed as you nervously spun your head around to stare at his bedroom door, before looking back at him and bringing your voice down to a sharp whisper. “oh stop it! do you think your family heard?”
“oh no,” you groaned loudly, immediately bringing both of your hands up to cover your burning face from his sight. “this is awful. that would be so incredibly embarrassing. so obscene, michael,” you muffled against your palms.
he let out another soft laugh at your dramatic reaction, gently prying your hands away from your burning face so he could look at you. “relax, baby. i’m joking,” he murmured softly.
“you are not!” you whisper yelled.
breaking the mood for a split second, michael paused and lifted a single eyebrow. “now that i think about it, i have a pet parrot,” he said, “and he tends to stay up at night.”
he let out a bright, echoing laugh as he watched your face turn completely mortified.
“you know they can repeat noises, right?”
and who knew that for the entire next day, michael would try to continue his usual daily routine while constantly having to hear his own name being screamed every five seconds, a loud and unyielding reminder of your intense lovemaking from the day before.
Summary: You're not really a morning person Jaafar knows his girl isn't a morning talker, but he still wants to spend the morning with you.
The soft glow of the morning sun peeked through the curtains, landing directly across your face. The faint sounds of birds outside, You were barely awake.
A warm arm was draped over your waist, holding you against a familiar chest. Jaafar, His heartbeat was steady beneath your cheek. You felt him stir before you heard him.
A sleepy sigh left him as he shifted closer, somehow pulling you even tighter against him."Morning, baby."
His voice was rough from sleep. You didn't answer right away. Just made a small hum in the back of your throat. Jaafar smiled against your hair.
"Yeah, that's about what I expected. "His fingers lazily traced patterns along your side. You kept your eyes closed. Bed was warm, his arms were warm everything was comfortable.
Moving sounded terrible. "You awake?" he said softly, getting a slight nod from you. He chuckled. "Awake enough to answer me?" You made another soft sound.
Not really a word, more of an acknowledgment "Mhm." "There she is." His hand moved up to gently rub your back. You tucked your face closer into his chest. Jaafar's smile widened immediately. "Oh, so we're cuddling instead of talking today?"
You nodded once. "Got it." Neither of you spoke for a minute. You could feel his chest rise and fall beneath your cheek. Feel his fingers running through your hair. It was peaceful.
Then a soft voice spoke again "Baby?" You hummed. "I think you're stealing all the blankets." You cracked one eye open. The blanket was, in fact, mostly wrapped around you. Jaafar was barely covered.
You stared at him, slowly pulled a corner of the blanket toward him. His eyebrows lifted. "Thank you, sweetheart." You closed your eye again. Conversation over. Jaafar laughed softly. "You really don't like mornings." A tiny shake of your head. "Nope."
"Not even a little?" Another shake. "Fair." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You didn't react much besides snuggling closer. Jaafar noticed. He always did. His arm tightened around you.
"There you go." The sound of his heartbeat nearly lulled you back to sleep. Almost. His fingers gently tilted your chin upward. You opened your eyes halfway. Jaafar was already looking at you Smiling. A sleepy, affectionate smile that made your chest feel warm.
"Hi." You blinked at him softly mumbled, "Hi." His grin instantly grew. One word. That's all he got. He looked like he'd won the lottery. You watched him for a second before resting your forehead against his shoulder again.
Jaafar laughed quietly. "My quiet girl." A kiss landed on the top of your head. You closed your eyes. "Mhm." "You know I love you, right?" You nodded. His hand squeezed yours beneath the blankets.
"You gonna tell me you love me too?" A long pause. "I Love you too," you said, barely above a whisper. Jaafar's entire face softened. "Yeah?" You nodded against him.
"Good." He kissed your forehead again. "Go back to sleep, baby." You were already halfway there. Wrapped in his arms, Listening to his heartbeat.
backstory: reader is running the ice cream shop while her parents are out of town, to her surprise none other than the jackson family walk in.
warnings: noneeeee
type: fluff, very soft flirting!!
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There's perks to having a dad who owns an ice cream shop. Free ice cream on hot days, cute boys come in, and your dad let's you keep the share that you made if you choose to work.
However days like these suck when you were suppose to go shopping with your best friends but instead you're stuck running the shop because your parents will be out of town.
"No! You knew I was going out shopping today. The cruise can wait." You exclaim to your mom, you rummage through your closet picking out clothes to wear.
"Honey, your dad and I need this time away. Plus you're getting paid." She responds in a soft manner.
"MOM!!!” You say louder.
“Honey.” She says.
“This is totally unfair!” You tell her, stomping your foot.
"Y/N" She sternly says with that look in her eyes. You turn your back and roll your eyes, silently hoping she doesn't see.
"Fine! But I'm not wearing that stupid uniform." You tell her. She gives you a warm smile and walks out the room.
Hours later you drive your parents car to the ice cream shop. It's freshly painted with bright colors and signs. You park behind the store and enter through the employees room. You start turning on lights and wiping down tables, prepping the store for opening.
More hours pass and so far it's smooth sailing, your friends came by to check on you and once in a blue moon you'd have a difficult customer.
You're sitting criss-cross applesauce on the stool while picking at your nails until the familiar silver bell rings. The door swings open.
You hop up from your spot and see a group of boys walk in. Afros picked, bell bottoms, boots, and bright smiles. Oddly familiar. They all joke around while walking over to you.
"Hello! Welcome in, what can I get started for you today?" You cheerfully ask the group.
"Uhh yeah, your number," One of them says, two others laugh along with him. You roll your eyes. But you ignore the statement.
"We have a limited flavor if you'd like to check it out.” You suggest to him, tight smile.
“I’d like to take you out,” another one mutters.
"Guys stop," One of them squeaks out.
"What's the order" you say flatly, completely annoyed. You should be knee deep in a pile of clothes at the mall but no!
One by one the boys order. Chocolate. Chocolate. Vanilla. Chocolate. Vanilla. And then a strawberry.
Each wanting three scopes.
You pick up the cones and scoop three scopes of their ice cream of choice, then passing them over. Your hand accidentally grazes the tallest boy's hands, he shoots you a small smile.
You look down quickly, calculating their order.
"So three scopes are 0.15 cents and two of you wanted sprinkles which will be 0.05 cents. So you have a grand total of one dollar," You say sweetly to the brother who was flirting with you.
"But we only have-” one of the boys start.
"Hush Marlon," He says. “Since when did the prices go up?” Jermaine asks.
“This has always been the prices,” You respond to him.
"Give me one second beautiful," He continues, you roll your eyes at the name. He walks his brothers over and they huddle up.
"Maine, you gotta stop flirting with her," you overhear one of the guys says.
"Let me work my magic” Jermaine says quieter.
"What magic?" The tallest asks.
“Just watch and see Jackie,” Jermaine tells him.
After a couple of minutes, he walks back over to you.
“Nice day out huh?” Jermaine asks.
“Mhm,” you hum, wiping down the counter.
“So uh, what type of music you listen to, there’s this club” He starts.
"Eh I don't think so, I just need my money," You say bluntly. Jermaine drums his fingers on the table.
"How would you like to go out on a date with a Jackson man," Jermaine asks you. You tilt your hand in confusion and look between the groups of boys, finally realizing that they are in fact the Jackson 5.
Like clockwork, Jermaine noticed that your expression change. A wide grind spreads over his face.
"So what do you say?" He asks you. You pretend to think.
"Hmmm. No. Your total is a dollar." You repeat. “That should be pocket change for yall.”
"Come on baby!” Jermaine begs.
"Call me baby one more time and your total is gon increase." You break him off. He scratches his nose and shoots a quick look to his brothers.
"Look, what do I gotta do to make this total go down," He asks, voice lowering.
This time, you think. You look over at the brothers. Each of them catch your eye again. Your eyes trail over to the oldest, Jackie. His eyes are already on you.
You shyly look away, your eyes finding the ice cream scoop and soon moving up back to Jermaine’s eyes.
"Is your brother single?" You whisper softly.
"Huh?" Jermaine asks, scooting closer over the ice cream display.
"I said" you say louder. "Is your brother single?"
He squints his eyes and looks at his brothers once more.
"Which one?" Jermaine asks.
"The cute one.” You answer.
"You gotta be specific baby” He responds.
"The cute and tall one!” You say.
"So me?" He winks.
"You're extremely aggravtiing" you roll your eyes. Shooting more looks at Jackie.
"He has the strong cheekbones and the bright smile, big afro." You explain.
"Little more heavy set?” He asks, resting his chin on his hands.
"Nah, nice pretty muscles," You say. Jermaine could've sworn you were drooling.
He turns around quickly and back to you.
"Jackie?" He asks.
"Yeah." You say softly.
"Yeah, he’s single." He answers you. "Sooo?"
"Well," You shyly state.
"Are we talking a date or just a hangout." Jermaine asks you.
"Marriage," You say, covering your mouth slightly after the words come out.
"I’m not a miracle worker, but I can get you a date, if you can get this total to fifty cents." Jermaine tells you. You look at him and back at Jackie, who's currently telling his brother to stand still and not be so loud.
"Deal." You tell him. Jermaine shakes his head and walks off. His brothers follow his movements but are confused when he stops right in front of Jackie.
The two brothers share some words, sending looks your way causing you to look down at the register. Jermaine rolls his eyes and Jackie walks over to you.
"Hey" He says, soft voice peeking out.
"Hi" You shyly say back. He looks at your glossed lips then back at your eyes.
"There's this new movie out," He starts.
"Yeah?" You ask.
"Yeah and I think we should go see it. There's a drive in a couple of minutes from my house, I'll pick you up." He explains.
You shake your head.
"You got a phone?" He asks you.
"Yes" You say quietly.
He grabs a pen from over the counter, softly grabs your hand and writes his phone number on it.
You're starstruck. He smiles and he begins to walk away until he turns right back on his heels to you.
"Also, I'll come by later today to give you the full dollar and a tip," Jackie tells you. Your face drops. He leans against the counter, chest peaking out from under his shirt. "But I still want my movie date with you," He says with a wide smile and a wink. He walks away and tells his brothers to come.
They all exit the store. You look up at the ceiling with a wide smile.
"I have a date!!" You squeal but the door swings open again. One of the younger ones, Michael? You think, walks up to you.
"Hey uhm, I might be young, but if you and Jackie dont work out, give me a call." He tells you quickly. You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off. "I know I know, I'll see myself out,' He continues, head hung, walking away dragging his feet.
"Wait!" You yell after him. He turns around with a bright smile. "Take some extra sprinkles for your ice cream," you hand him a tiny cup.
His legs run fast to you and he grabs the cup.
"Please dont let Jackie screw this up," He tells you while running back to the car.
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why am i seeing supposed michael jackson “fans” switching up on him after watching the documentary. first of all, why are you even watching that shit and engaging with that mess of a documentary when it was engineered from the start to manipulate people who don’t know the actual history. netflix purposely edited, cut, rearranged, and stripped context from interviews to make him look like a bad person, and the fact that anyone is letting this override actual legal history is embarrassing. michael jackson went through one of the most aggressive criminal investigations in modern entertainment, including a five month trial in 2005 where the prosecution brought in over seventy witnesses and still failed to produce a single piece of evidence. the jury didn’t hesitate. they acquitted him on every count because the case collapsed under real scrutiny. the fbi investigated him for more than ten years, monitored his phones, raided his homes, interviewed everyone around him, and found absolutely nothing. not a single illegal image. not a single witness who could substantiate wrongdoing. nothing. and netflix still refuses to mention that independent child psychologists, social workers, and trained forensic interviewers who evaluated the children involved found no indicators of abuse, that multiple families testified under oath that michael never behaved inappropriately, and that the santa barbara sheriff’s department conducted surprise inspections of neverland during the 90s and found nothing suspicious. the documentary also ignores that michael’s bedroom had an open door policy with staff constantly entering, that he was rarely alone due to security protocols, and that his medical team, tutors, and housekeepers never reported anything concerning.
it ignores that michael’s dermatologist and physicians documented his vitiligo and lupus, conditions that required constant treatment and made the idea of secretive, undetected abuse medically implausible it ignores that michael’s dermatologist and physicians documented his vitiligo and lupus, conditions that required constant medical examinations, full‑body skin evaluations, and regular specialist check‑ups, meaning multiple doctors were routinely inspecting his skin and overall health in ways that would have made any hidden injuries, secretive behaviour, or undetected abusive patterns medically implausible. it ignores that michael donated over 300 million dollars to children’s charities, funded burn units, paid for organ transplants, and visited hospitals worldwide without cameras, something even journalists acknowledged as genuine. meanwhile, the accusers contradicted their own stories, changed timelines, made claims that were physically impossible, and had lawsuits dismissed because their narratives didn’t match reality. michael never paid anyone to say he was innocent. the 1993 settlement was handled by his insurance company against his wishes, something confirmed in court documents. he never bribed a witness. he never paid for silence. he never bought loyalty. the people accusing him, on the other hand, repeatedly sought financial compensation, filed lawsuits after going bankrupt, and only “remembered” abuse when money became involved. the documentary also refuses to mention that both safechuck and robson’s lawsuits were thrown out because their claims were legally impossible. safechuck said he was abused in a train station that didn’t exist yet. robson testified under oath for twenty years that michael never touched him and only changed his story when he was denied a job by the estate. netflix doesn’t include any of this because it destroys the narrative they’re selling. and if you watched this documentary and suddenly don’t know what to believe, you’re letting a streaming service override court transcripts, sworn testimony, fbi files, independent psychological evaluations, medical records, and decades of evidence. if a documentary is enough to shake your belief in michael’s innocence, you were never a fan. michael jackson was investigated more intensely than any celebrity in history and came out clean every single time.
ARUGE WITH YOUR MOTHER MICHAEL WAS INNOCENT !!!!!!!! i will forever defend that man idgaf ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
The woman who seemingly couldn't keep her hands off your man. Her fingers lingering on her own skin, small playful slaps on the shoulder, the way she'd lean in close like she couldn't hear when the afterparty got too loud, her nose nearly touching his cheek when she knew you were watching.
It was pathetic, really, sick even.
A woman that old toying with someone much younger, not to mention that she clearly knew Michael was completely devoted to someone who wasn't her. The way she'd glance your way with that stupid smile of hers before she'd burst Michael's personal space bubble.
Michael wasn't oblivious. He never was.
He knew exactly how you felt about the relationship he and Diana had. In fact, he'd make it obvious that the love that he once had for her was completely gone as he tried his best to scoot away from her.
“Mikey, can't you see that she still has some weird obsession with you?” You spoke in his ear, the warmth from your breath and the smell of your perfume sending chills down his spine.
“I know, baby, but—" His sentence was cut off by the grating sound of Diana's voice calling out his name.
“Michael! So nice to see you! And congrats on all those awards tonight." She looked him up and down, admiring his body like she was the one dating him.
There were only a few words that came to mind: I know this bitch did not.
"Furious" was an understatement, your skin prickling with the heat of pure anger. She knew all the right things to press to get you heated, especially when it came to Michael, who, by the way, is YOUR man, not Diana's.
“Thank you." Diana moved her hand so that it was strategically grasping Michael's own hand.
Oh, you were fed up. First, she ignores you; okay, fine, you didn't like each other anyway. Then she eyes-fucks your man. Oh, hell no. Lastly, she goes out of her way to grab his hand, too? Oh fuck no. It was about time Diana had been told about herself, and you were going to be the one to do it.
"Diana," your voice was just barely heard over the blaring music and singing of the afterparty, yet your voice was calm, almost too calm.
“Don't you think you should leave a taken man alone? Especially at your age?” You emphasized that last part.
“Oh, I'm just being friendly! Don't be dramatic."
Dramatic? You were being dramatic?
“Dramatic? You know what? Let me tell you something, Diana, this is my man, not yours. Whatever sick twisted thing you had with him is dead. Do you hear me? Or do I have to fuck you up for you to get that through that head of yours?” At this point you seemed louder than the music, earning a few stares from the people around you, who'd stopped dancing just to see what would go around.
“Baby, look—" he started, only to be immediately shut down by a look that could only be described as a “shut the hell up or I'll deal with you personally."
“There's no need to be like that. Michael and I go way back." She tried cracking another joke that fell on deaf ears.
“I don't think you get it. I don't care! Leave him alone.” Honestly, you hated being in this situation. The situation of you yelling while others were around caught at the forefront of the fire, and if steam coming out of your ears was a real thing, they'd definitely be able to see it. The only thing you could think to do was grab Mike's hand and get the hell out of there. No more talk, no more bickering.
There was a moment of silence as you led Michael to the car, your hand wrapped tightly around his own, walking so fast that he nearly tripped over his own feet before he finally let out a laugh.
“It's not funny, Mikey, I was really going to fuck that bitch up.” You spoke, crawling in the back of the car that waited around back for you.
"Oh, I believe it," he laughed again, his hand pressed against your thigh as he took a second to catch his breath.
“Absolutely not funny. I'm sick of her."
“I know, baby, but you know I only have eyes for one person… Diana, just kidding." He laughed again, this time louder, nearly doubling over in his seat.
“Stop it!” You turned away from him, facing the window, completely ignoring him as he tried his best to make up for the terrible joke.
A blissful, all-too-familiar orgasm ripped through you — one of many that had been brought upon you this evening, as your glistening back, sheen from sweat, arched off the mattress. Your eyes squeezed shut as your sex convulsed around Michael’s cock, clenching him so beautifully it sent shivers down his spine as a deep groan fell from his lips that were smushed into the crook to your neck.
Sex with Michael was a regular occurrence — something that often clad your nights and mornings, and if the shoe fit, sometimes even the afternoons, if you were especially het up.
And every time it was as good as the last, orgasms and sensations so ferocious your throat would burn with each breath from the frantic pleas and screams of pleasure that were torn from deep in your chest.
Michael too had followed in your release, flooding your spasming cunt to the brim — cock pushed to the hilt as he shook above you, low, deep noises muffled into your sticky skin.
He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, lips delicate and loving against the skin, as you panted, fighting to catch your breath and clear the stars from your vision, before rolling off you with an exaggerated sigh. His hand, still hanging loosely over the curve of your stomach, rubbed figure eights into the plush flesh, a slow, gentle display of affection.
“‘You okay, baby?” He breathed, resting his head on his hand, tilting his head to stare at you as you slid onto your side to face him.
You hummed back — a lazy, dazed smile on your face as fatigue washed over you, eyelashes fluttering each time you blinked slowly.
“You wanna’ shower with me?”
“Mm, that sounds heavenly, babe.” You breathed at the delight of the thought, deepening the smile on Michael’s face, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead.
“C’mere first.” He beckoned, expression deepening as his nimble fingers curled around your cheek, pulling you towards him.
Your lips connected sweetly — another small hum leaving your mouth, into his own, as affection sparked. The kiss was tentative, loving, a gentle collision of love and adoration, his lips soft against your own as they moved slowly. Michael’s caring touch, albeit seductively wondering, slid from your cheek down your stark frame — cupping the small of waist to pull you flush against his chest with calculated smoothness.
It was only when a quiet gasp left your strained throat as his hand slithered down to cup the plumpness of your ass did you know exactly what he was doing.
“Again?” You giggled as your lips were freed, his own now patterning sloppy pecks down your neck, hands steadying yourself on his flexed shoulders.
“Just wanna give it to’ya all the time,” Michael whispered, lips suckling right below your earlobe, hand kneading your behind.
“I genuinely don’t think you could live without sex, Mike.” You teased, laughing breathly as he nibbled at the flesh of your jaw, your hands threading through the silkiness of his hair.
Michael chuckled himself, “Makin’ me sound like some sex-crazed creep.”
Your smile deepened, locking eyes as he pulled away from your neck, a playful smile on his face, “Seriously, I genuinely don’t think you could do it.” You laughed.
Michael’s right eyebrow lurched up, a challenged sense of pride flooding his system, “I bet’cha I could.”
“Is that a challenge, Mr.Jackson?” You pressed, a smirk tugging at your swollen lips, eyes glinting with temptation, “I reckon you couldn’t go two days without it.”
“Sure, baby,” He spoke, condescension evident in his tone.
“Oh, you think you could?”
“Of course.”
“Well, let’s put it to the test.”
Michael chuckled, “What?”
“Let’s see if you’re all talk or not.”
Michael breathed out a laugh, shaking his head at your insinuation — hands rubbing gentle circles on the skin of your waist.
“I know I could, but you though?” You continued, laughing, “Absolutely not.”
Michael’s pride took a blunt punch — your teasing words hitting him straight in the chest. His ego suddenly begging to be inflated at the idea he could possibly not be the best at something.
“You sound confident.” He spoke, ignoring the way his chest burned with the desire to succeed.
“I am,” You started, “I could go a week, easy.”
“A week?” Michael blurted, surprise flooding his voice, “What’cha tryna say, baby?”
You cackled, “Oh, stop. You know I love it, Mike.” You leant down to press a gentle peck to his pouting lips, “But I’d absolutely destroy you.”
Michael shook his head with a chuckle, “Don’t count your chickens, love,” He smirked at his next thought, “I reckon I could break you.”
He leant down, nuzzling neck back into the soft flesh of your neck, peppering kisses over the dark love-bites blooming on your skin, humming at the sweet scent of your perfume flooding his nostrils.
“Ah, ah, you think you can go without it — honour it.” You commanded, pushing his face away from your neck gently, before rising to your feet, standing at the edge of the bed, your stark naked frame now on full display to him.
“What? Come on, baby, I thought we were just joking?” Michael sighed, head lolling to the side, “Come back here.”
“Nope,” You replied with a pop, retreating to the bathroom, hips swaying as you walked, “I say two days, prove me wrong.”
An undeniable need to vindicate overpowered Michael’s brain — a desire to prove his worth flooding every ounce of rationale he had left.
He shook his head with a huffed laugh, pushing himself off the bed, following you to the colder room, softening cock lazily hanging between his legs, “You really wanna play this game?”
“Game? Sweetie, this isn’t a game.” You giggled, reaching for your toothbrush, “I’m deadly serious. I know I would win.”
“You’re real cocky for a woman who begged for six rounds after I came back off tour.”
You gasped at his dig, eyebrows knotting into the crease of your forehead — the similar need to prevail blossoming inside you. You knew exactly what memory he was referring to — he had just come back from his HIStory tour, a painfully long World Tour that lasted months, leaving you alone for weeks on end. And when he returned — you never left the bedroom. Every position, every angle, every new trick was tried that night — six intensely pleasureful rounds of much-needed sex occurred, ten brutal orgasms ripping through you. It was the best sex you had ever experienced together — and something Michael would continuously hold against you as a way to tease you.
“Oh, you wanna play dirty?” You scoffed, a smirk pulling onto your face, “Now, I reckon you couldn’t go one day.”
Michael’s lip slipped between his teeth at the challenge — inhaling deeply at the sudden ultimatum. Mind secretly reeling with panic at the realisation he probably couldn’t go without the sweet tightness of your cunt around him — but he had to validate himself.
“Fine, I’ll humour you.” He started, reaching for his toothbrush with a click of his tongue, “What’s my reward for winning?”
“Sex, obviously.”
Michael snorted, “So, the prize for not having sex, is having sex?”
“Exactly.”
Michael laughed, shaking his head, “I think that’s flawed game, baby.”
You huffed, “I told you, Michael, it’s not a game. I’m deadly serious, you will loose.”
He peered down at you, a serious expression flushed over your face, your manicured hands resting on your bare hips. You looked beautiful in this light, even despite your sassed attitude — the warm hue of the sunrise blooming over your naked body, the rays of light catching the daring look in your eyes as you looked up at his through your lashes.
“Alright then,” Michael started, sliding a glob of toothpaste along the plastic bristles, “If you believe I can’t go a day, I’m certain you can’t go two.”
“Fine,” You giggled with a breath, “Just means I’m already winning.”
Michael rolled his eyes, “You’re so competitive.”
“‘Am not,” You protested, a slight sharpness in your tone at the way your ego bruised, “Fine, we’ll tweak the rules,” You paused, thinking deeply, “Let’s both see who makes it furthest. And whoever hasn’t broken by Saturday, wins.”
Today was Sunday, leaving six days left until Michael would let his ego inflate to the maximum at his success, and finally get to slide into you once again.
“You’re on, baby.”
And that’s how it started.
A firm handshake and a determined twinkle in both of your eyes — and the contest had begun.
Michael assumed you were just going to go on about your normal, day-to-day routine as usual for the next six days — wake up in one another’s arms, have lazy mornings with gentle kisses, alas no sex, and then spend your day as you so chose.
But, no.
Michael had no idea how truly possessive you would get about winning — something that instilled a secretive panic in him at the idea that you may actually crack his resolve.
You started tame on day zero — brushing past him slowly, deliberately gliding the swell of your ass against his crotch, as you moved through the kitchen, acting none-the-wiser to his despair as you peered into the fridge, attempting to suppress the smirk that crept into your face.
Or, you’d appear that evening in the bedroom from your walk-in closet next door — heels clicking against the wooden floors as your frame hit his vision.
He’d been laying in bed, engrossed in the cartoon imagery that played across the screen, laughing softly at a particularly humourous scene, before his attention was completely focused on you.
“Goin’ now, baby.” You’d say, a slight hint of sensuality in your low drawl of words that Michael picked up on as you leant against the doorframe.
Michael swallowed thickly at the sight of you — clad in a dress so tight that every curve of your body was visible, an evil temptation in the form of a thigh-length, black, low cut, backless, body-con dress. You couldn’t hide the smirk that adorned your dolled-up face at the sight of Michael’s eyes practically popping out of his head.
“Jesus.” He breathed, the noise of the television suddenly going on deaf ears as he ogled at you, “God, you look beautiful, baby.”
You did a twirl — just to rub it in his face, the sight of your bare back and the curve of your ass beneath the tight material suddenly on full display to his eager eyes, ones that had now been without the sight of your naked frame for sixteen hours.
“Come here, lemme get a better look at’ya” He commanded, sitting up from his relaxed position, and seating himself at the edge of the mattress.
You moved slowly, teasingly slow — so slow it had Michael growing increasingly antsy by the time you reached him, slotting yourself between his opened legs, hands sliding to his shoulders as his own rose to your sides, stroking the curve of your hip-dips.
“Incredible.” He whispered, eyes trailing all over your frame, “Shouldn’t be seen out in public lookin’ this good.”
You laughed, jerking your neck softly to sway a loose strand of hair from your face, “Can’t pass up on girls night.” You started, “Besides I’m meeting your sisters.”
“Even more reason for you to stay home with me.”
“Don’t be mean.” You swatted his arm playfully, “I’ll be home before y’know it.”
“I doubt it,” He breathed, running a languid hand along your exposed thigh, “Countin’ down the seconds ‘till your home is gonna be like watching paint dry.”
“You’re so dramatic.” You giggled, shaking your head at his theatrical reaction.
“How can I not be when I have a lady who looks like this?—God help me.” Michael sighed, lip coming between his teeth.
A seductive smile trickled onto his bitten lips as his hand wondered recklessly — gliding up your inner thigh to delicately swipe a long, slender finger over your clothes folds, a gasp ripping from your throat as the pad of his middle finger nudged your twitching clit, forcing you to step backwards to separate the pair of you.
You laughed, deep from your chest, “I knew you wouldn’t last.”
“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” He teased, smirking as he rested back on his hands, glistening eyes meeting your own.
“I should count that as loosing, y’know.” You revealed, crossing your arms over your chest, missing the way Michael licked his lips at the sight of your exposed chest being pushed further up, the round of your breasts becoming more visible to him.
“Unless one finger counts as sex baby, I think I’m still winning.”
“Haven’t won yet, Michael.” You reminded, sliding your crocodile-skin patterned handbag over your shoulder, “See you later. Be good.”
“Think you’re forgettin’ something, honey.”
You rolled your eyes playfully with a laugh, retreating back towards him, eyeing up his teasing smile. You leant down, capturing his lips in a smooth kiss, his chin caught between two of your slim digits. It was only when Michael cascaded a harsh, sudden slap to your ass over the flimsy material of your dress did you move backwards again with a half-gasp, half-laugh.
“You’re only tormentin’ yourself, baby.” You admitted, sending him a knowing look before walking straight out the door.
As Michael watched your gorgeous frame saunter away, the only sound remaining was the clicking of your heeled shoes down the stairs and the faint hum of the TV, it hit him that you were right. He genuinely couldn’t help himself when it came to you, especially when you got dressed up — something that always drove him crazy.
And the torment wasn’t self-inflicted by him like you insinuated — oh, no, it was all administered by you.
Even though his ego had been stroked at the undeniable fact that he’d managed to actually not have sex with you for a now twenty-four hours — his pride was still aching at the horrible realisation you were causing him greater anguish than he was to you.
You had upped your game — deciding that even though he had passed level one, he hadn’t won’t this yet. And you certainly weren’t done pushing his buttons.
You were blind to assume he didn’t know how to do the same.
You were stood in the living room, humming softly to the music that blared from the TV as you stood up from your strained position. You were partaking in your usual Tuesday afternoon yoga session — a habit you’d picked up in recent times after Michael bought and downloaded a whole 3-month course series on the television for you to watch and practice. You were sweating — stray hairs from your tight ponytail tickling your slick neck, cheeks flushed and legs throbbing in heat from the tightness of the yoga pants that clad them.
“And beeeend over, ladies! Stretch those calves!” The encouraging voice from the instructor over the music filled your ears, obeying the command instantly.
Your legs burnt from the tense position you were strained into, swallowing thickly as you concentrated, heat still pulsated through your body.
In your state of focus, you missed the way Michael appeared behind you, the music masking his footsteps as he approached you, standing directly behind your bent over frame. If he wasn’t about to wind you up, he would’ve let himself go at the sight of you face down, ass up for him.
You jumped, squealing loudly with a pleasured ‘Aah!’, falling forwards, catching yourself on your hands as Michael’s mouth latched around your clothed cunt through your pants — teeth grazing over your aching clit.
“Mike!” You screeched, “Y’scared me. What are you doing?” You panted, the increased bodily temperature from the workout nothing compared to the intense arousing heat scorching through you as he pulled away from you.
You peered down, staring at his crouched frame behind you through your spread legs, that infamous shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he studied your reaction.
“Hey, baby.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
Michael shrugged, “Nothin’.”
You rolled your eyes, sinking to the floor to dissolve the strain on your body, crossing your legs as you panted. Suddenly, his surprise oral attack felt all too calculated for your liking.
“Nah, I know what you’re doin’.” You blamed, pouting your lips in an accusatory manner.
Michael’s smirk deepened as he too sank to his knees, reaching forward to take a hold of your tense calves, pushing your legs upwards and open, pushing you slowly onto your back. He shuffled towards you, slotting himself between your legs, hovering his body weight over you, sleek hair dangling into your face.
No words were spoken as Michael leant down, pushing your lips together in a fierce kiss — all teeth and tongue as he lapped at your bottom lip, awaiting permission to enter your warm mouth. And when he did, you moaned out loud, the glass house of your pride having stones hurled at it by yours truly from the inside — your ego screaming to be released from the pleasured prison you’d locked it in as his tongue slid against your own. It was only when his crotch met your own, the throbbing statement of his arousal pressing deliciously into the ridge of your clothed cunt, material now sleek with Michael’s spit from where he suckled you, did you spread your legs further, letting him in.
“Michael.” You breathed, disconnecting your lips in a gasp at the sensation, your resolve threatening to transpire as he pressed himself harder into you, hardened cock moving to the side ever so slightly, nudging your clit — sending shockwaves throughout you.
A pathetic whimper left you as he finally rocked against you — his stiff erection now gliding over your cunt, now drooling from the inescapable need that dripped out of you — body betraying you as it begged for him desperately.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He whispered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, tongue darting out to lick a feather-light stripe over the lobe, smirking as you shuddered.
His hips never stopped — rolling despairingly slow against you, each thrust knocking against your clit relentlessly, the twitching nub that had been screaming for attention for the past thirty hours now throbbing against his hard-on. Your body was exploding — blind lust coursing throughout you at the intensifying desire of the pent up hunger for him.
One thrust rocked against your clit particularly hard, a high-pitched whine falling into the air as your back arched off the ground, heaving chest pressed into his own, a lazy smirk tugging on Michael’s spit-covered lips.
“Thaaat’s it, baby,” He coaxed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, hand trailing down to toy with the waistband of your pants, “Give in to me.”
Give in to me — the arousing connotation did nothing to hide the real undertone of his words.
You gasped, your hands coming to connect with his shoulders in a harsh shove, crawling out from underneath him as he stumbled backwards — his back slamming against the edge of the large couch that splayed behind you both, laughing loudly.
“You fucker.” You seethed, through gritted teeth, chest rising and falling quickly.
“Nearly got’cha there.” He breathed, chuckling as he too caught his breath.
“You playin’ real dirty, Mike.”
“And you were playin’ with fire with that dress last night, but I let you have your fun.” He shot back, smiling widely, “One all.”
His reference to a sports term, meaning both teams had scored a goal each, had you rolling your eyes — trying to ignore the way your body had a visceral reaction at his attempt to break you.
And how scarily close you got to shattering.
Michael rose to his feet, leaning over to press a kiss to your head, palming a hand through your sleek ponytail, before retreating up the stairs once more with a laugh that had you huffing in irritation.
You ground your teeth — this definitely wasn’t over yet.
Michael, sincerely pleased with himself at his success of teasing you breathless, settled in his office — placing down and picking up the phone every few minutes to contact his producers, personal assistant, media executive, anyone and everyone who demanded his attention.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, that one did pretty well.” He mumbled into the phone that was pressed to his ear, swaying gently back and forth in his swivelled chair, “Mhm, okay, tell me about that one again.”
He was focused — knee-deep in important business, having conversations that couldn’t wait or be interrupted. You always respected his working time — anytime he’d click the door of his office shut, you’d busy yourself. Either going shopping, working out or going to visit a friend — you let Michael’s professional life remain separate to your romantic relationship.
But, he lost that respectful distance the second he agreed to this dangerous dance of denying one another pleasure through reckless and teasing means.
“Mhm, so the 23rd and 27th?” He muttered, pen between his lips as he stared down at the notepad full of potential dates for a charity event at a nearby Children’s Hospital.
When, out of the blue, the door to his office opened painfully slow, the low groan of the hinges forced into action filling his ears, the noise of his manager’s voice in his ear drowning into blabber the second the perpetrator behind the interruption met his eyes.
Michael’s jaw fell slack, eyes widening in shock for the thousandth time this week already at the sight before him — you, pretty frame clad in his favourite lingerie set he’d bought you on one of the many shopping sprees he’d taken you on, the delicate lace hugging every ridge and curve of your body perfectly.
It was pastel, babydoll-pink and sheer — the perfect shade of your nipples shining subtly through the material, poking out just enough to meet his darkened gaze, the underwire pushing your tits up to maximum fullness, albeit slightly uncomfortable, but any pain was softened at the reaction he gave you. And the panties didn’t solve his shock — an intoxicating G-string that allowed the curve of your waist, dip of your hips and swell of your ass to be on full display.
You leant against the doorframe seductively — a smirk full of vengeance evident on your face at his stunned expression. You let out a quiet giggle as his chest heaved, grasp on the phone tightening as he watched your every move, not daring to look away.
Michael, performing his infamous lip-bite, sucked in a harsh breath as you turned around, presenting your exposed behind to him — the curve of your ass moving with each movement, a slight recoil with each step.
“Michael?” The confused, barely audible voice of his manager rang through the silent room, questioning his sudden silence.
If you hadn’t turned to look at him over your shoulder, running a curious finger down your side, gooseflesh blooming on your skin at the tentative self-inflicted touch, and slipped around the corner with a laugh, leaving the doorway suddenly empty — Michael would’ve hung up the phone right then and there.
“S-Sorry, lost connection.” He cleared this throat, adjusting his painfully hard cock beneath his slacks, “Carry on.”
On day two, Michael was antsier than ever — cock hard from the moment he woke up, throbbing for attention. He never usually masturbated, as he would rather save his pleasure for when he was inside you, that and because you always there to provide him said arousal every day. His cock was twitching violently every time you approached him, even doing something simple as making breakfast — his dick confused at the sudden change in routine, missing its usual usage.
Thankfully, you had spared him today — not providing any tantalising treatment, just acting as the ultimatum hadn’t even been agreed on to begin with.
Some would think that would bring some much needed relief, but alas not. It was worryingly quiet, scarily calm — something dangerous and hidden underneath your normality that had him tense. He couldn’t figure out what you were planning, but it had him squirming and screaming inside in anticipation — tense and fighting off a forty-eight hour boner wasn’t a good cocktail for Michael.
Michael, who had been working again today, sluggishly pulled himself up the stairs, loosening his tie that he had been forced to wear for an in-person meeting. Fatigue washed over him quickly just as the clock ticked nearer to midnight as he trudged to your shared bedroom — tiredness at the forefront of his brain as the thought of your silly challenge left his busy mind.
“Hey, angel, sorry I’m so late—“
This vision was by far the worst so far — rated so high on the scale of your lustful mockery that it had him choking on air, hands freezing at his sides.
“Mmh, w-welcome home, baby.” You panted, voice cracking as you forced the words out due to your busied hand.
And welcome he was — your obvious sexual invitation sent a cold shiver down his spine, eyes locked on your frame.
You were on your back, slightly arched off the crumpled sheets that splayed beneath you, one hand cupping your bare tit, toying with your erect nipples, as the other worked a buzzing bullet vibrator around your swollen clit. You writhed and whined as he watched you, utterly gobsmacked at the sight of you pleasuring yourself, calling his name like a chant as you nudged a particularly sensitive part of your nub, a trickle of your arousal seeping from your hole that clenched around nothing, begging to be used after being empty for so long.
“Holy shit.” He mumbled, the only words eligible to leave his head as he stepped into the room, not bothering to even shut the door behind him as he rushed before you.
You arched your back further as he neared you, the strong scent of his cologne flooding your heightened senses, a louder, needier whine falling past your lips. Michael swore his dick was seising the way it was twitching uncontrollably beneath his slacks, begging to be freed from the tight constraints of his clothing.
“God, you’re perfect.” Michael breathed, hands coming down to take your raised ankle into his grasp, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the skin.
You whimpered, hand speeding your movements, circles swift against your clit, slick with your arousal — his touch sending shockwaves through you.
Your free foot leant down, as his mouth worked its way over your other foot, hand rubbing slow, loving strokes along your bare leg, and flexed along the obvious bulge in his trousers. Michael gasped against your ankle, lips stuttering against your skin at the feeling of the sudden contact with his stiff manhood.
“Touch yourself too, Michael.” You breathed, voice a sultry order, toe trailing along the ridge of his dick, revelling in the way he panted, hand tightening around your foot, “Wanna see you.”
Michael, hands frantic and panicked, flew to his belt, tugging it off his hips swiftly, throwing it to the floor, before pushing his slacks and boxers to his ankles, kicking them off. His cock slapped against his abdomen wildly, a loud hiss ripping from his throat at the sudden rush of air around his throbbing cock as he knelt on the edge of the bed. Obeying your command, he spit into the palm of his hand before enclosing it around himself.
“Oh fuck.” He drawled, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of his warm spit and tight fist enveloping his manhood as he began stroking himself slowly.
“That’s it, baby,” You coaxed, voice hoarse from your own desperate noises, “Look at me.”
His eyes shot open, instantly locking onto your fucked-out expression, eyebrows knitted together as pleasure washed over your face, the sight of you rubbing the loud sex-toy over your sex filling his vision as he trailed his eyes over your writhing frame.
You soon switched positions, not once leaving his eyeline, slipping a leg over the other, now on your side — before tentatively sliding the buzzing toy down your slit, teasing yourself. You whined deeply from your chest that heaved, lip coming between your teeth as you slowly pushed the short, slim vibrator inside you. It vibrated violently inside you as you slid it in and out quickly, the tip of it grazing your G-spot ever so slightly, but never fully abusing it.
Your head lurched back at the lack of full pleasure, whining desperately. You needed him, fucking badly — pussy drooling as you watched him panting and jerking himself languidly before you, eyes raking over you hungrily, but you weren’t about to loose.
You were still deep in the game after all.
But, your resolve fell on its last legs as he hunched over you, pushing you gently onto your back once more, slotting himself beneath you like he did the day prior — instantly sliding his hard cock between your slit.
The noise that ripped from you sent shockwaves of arousal through Michael’s body as he slid his erect cock over your slick pussy, gathering all of your essence on him. His tip, drooling wildly with pre-cum, nudged at your clit, now abandoned by the vibrator which shook at your side.
“Still determined to win, baby?” Michael breathed, peering down at you, baby hairs that had fallen loose from his low ponytail, sticking to the thin layer of sweat that coated his forehead, his mouth agape as he panted, muscles flexing beside your head.
Words failed you — wanting nothing more than to sass him back, but only pathetic pleas fell from your lips, eyes threatening to roll back with each rock of his hips against your clit.
“Oh my god!”
You cried out loudly, legs lurching to wrap about Michael’s waist as he slid his cock downwards once more, his hand grabbing the buzzing toy from next to you to press against your clit and pushed just the tip inside you.
You shuddered harshly, eyes now rolled brutally to the back of your head as your entrance struggled to stretch around the fat of his cockend, clenching ferociously as he toyed with your clit with the vibrator that was set to the highest setting.
“Say I win.” He panted, fitting every urge inside him to bury himself to the hilt and fuck you senseless, but deciding the childish rules of the game you agreed on was more fulfilling in the moment. And definitely something he could hold against you, “Say I win and I’ll give it to you, baby. Just say the word.”
You heaved, jaw clenching as the words regurgitated up your throat, a mere few inches from being released to his ears — but you swallowed them down.
“In your dreams, Michael.”
Michael shook his head, laughing breathily as he moved his hips backwards, retracting both his hands and his cock from your begging cunt — your eyes shot open.
“No, no! No, please.” You cried, tears filling up in your waterline as a needy, utterly desperate sob threatened to escape your mouth at the loss of contact, cunt twitching angrily at the emptiness. Michael watched you writhe in aching agony as he slipped his shirt off his torso — enamoured at the desperate show you were putting on for him.
“Y’know what to do, baby.” Michael teased, pushing forward to slide slowly between your slick pussy lips, careful to avoid your clit and clenching hole, where he knew you needed him most, a calculated move that had you squirming.
“Okay, okay!” You exclaimed, despair dripping from your tone as you accepted defeat, “You win!”
Michael pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you to the brim with one harsh thrust — bottoming out to the hilt, tip kissing your cervix lovingly.
The sound of both of your relief flooded the room — a loud, fierce scream ripping from your throat at the sudden fullness, legs tightening round his waist as your fingers dug into the tense of his bicep as he groaned lowly into the crook of your shoulder, pressing his body weight against you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight f’me, baby, my God.” Michael exhaled, shuddering at the sensation of your cunt convulsing by itself around him, struggling to accommodate the stretch.
“Michael, please.” You whined, eyes flickering up to his own wrecked ones, “Please—need you. Need you so fucking bad.”
Michael didn’t wait for you to change your mind, change the rules or spout some stupid hidden agenda about the game he hadn’t realised — actually he couldn’t care less about that stupid challenge anymore with the way you were wrapped him like a glove, your slick coating him him from tip to base. His hips moved instantly — snapping up into you with insane speed, moving completely out and back in to the brim, cursing under his breath as your sharp nails dragged down his bare back.
His name chanted from your lips like a prayer as his mauve tip repeatedly slammed against the spot inside you were you clawing to reach earlier — now being abused over and over again as he ploughed into you with intensifying stamina only a man of his talented league would have.
Your pussy squelched loudly, mixing in the air in a swirl of lewdness with your pathetic cries, tears now falling from your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you — something the both of you had been yearning for for only a few mere days, equivalent to about three years, only worsening at your incessant teasing.
Your orgasm crept up faster than you expected — the familiar feeling crawling up your spine and flooding your abdomen like it had done three days ago before you began your mutual torment on one another. Michael sensed it.
“Fuck, you gonna cum, baby?” He breathed, his breath hot against the shell of your ear as your cunt clenching rabidly around him.
“Yes, fuck, Mikey, yes!” The agreement fell from your lips, barely coherent as you blabbered, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure consumed you aggressively.
“‘M there too, angel.” Michael admitted, his hand slipping between your tangled bodies to where you connected beautifully, the pad of his middle digit rubbing tight circles on your pulsating clit, “Look at me when you cum f’me, I’m right there with you, baby.”
The orgasm that ripped through you, tearing any ounce of self-restraint and playful teasing that you had in you to shreds, hit you like a bulldozer to a glass skyscraper — shattering you into nothingness as your legs shook violently around his waist. Your nails dug hard into him, breaking the skin, as the overwhelming arousal took over every inch of your soul as you kept your intense gaze on him — body writhing and voice singing in electric lust as he fucked you through your release.
And he never let up — feverishly chasing his own high, eyes finally fluttering shut as the sensation consumed him. He buried himself to your very end, cervix flooded with his milky white seed as it spurted inside you — overstimulation forcing the neediest whimpers from his lips, muffled by your hair, as the orgasm he’d been dying for imprisoned him for the best blissful twenty seconds of his life.
For the first time since Sunday — you both lay still. Unmoving, just feeling. No teasing or tournaments — just listening to each other’s racing heartbeats against your chests that were pushed together, heaving breaths hot in your ears, and the pulsating of both your sexes around one another.
You remained like that for a few minutes — silence, for the first time since Michael had stepped into the room, engulfed itself around you.
Michael moved first, twisting his head to the side, cheek warm against the bare of your shoulder — pressing a caste kiss to your jaw, lips sloppy and lazy, yet loving, as he displayed his affection proudly to you. You turned your face to meet his — capturing his lips in a soft, delicate kiss that spoke a thousand words — sending a silent congratulations for winning your childish contest. He understood the language of your lips — his tender kisses giving thanks back, though, the feeling of egotistical validation cascading through his brain, but he kept that to himself.
You pulled away first, pressing your foreheads, sheen with sweat, together, sighing softly. You just stared at one another — the warm, fuzzy aftershock of your release flowing through both of your bodies as you stayed connected below the waist, irrefutable relief the only emotion feasible in the moment.
Yet, due to your mutual elementary, playful nature, Michael couldn’t help himself — leaning back with a smirk tugging onto his face, a knowing grin that had you rolling your eyes with a similar smile before he even spoke his next words,
you and jaafar get into a huge argument but there’s only one bed—and it’s storming. (est relationship)
It was a stupid argument, miscommunication at that—and what makes it all ten times worse than it could’ve gotten is, it’s your two’s one year anniversary. He took you to an event with him because you’re his support. “That guy was practically fucking eyeing you—and you just ate it up, all that attention you had on you.” You look at him, eyebrows furrowed.
“What? Jaafar, what the hell are you talking about?” His jaw clenches as he stands up now, “why are you playing coy? you were matching his energy, all up on him as well. I brought you here because I wanted you with me, not for some random guy to have you the whole night—“ You let out an annoyed exhale,
“You’re over exaggerating what you saw, you always do that. And he was telling me about his wife and kids, and god, I don’t know why you didn’t just come get me. I seen you smiling and having a good time I thought that maybe you didn’t need me as much as you thought jaafar.”
That ticks him off, he slips his shoes on, “I always need you.” he quietly murmurs to himself as he storms out of the hotel room.
You’re now sat at the mini table in the hotel room, it’s currently 12 am, and it’s storming. He hadn’t came home yet and you honestly were starting to get concerned, 911 was on speed dial. You ringed him many times and shot him more than five text messages. Your throat tightens up, your mind traveling back to the last time you two spoke—that argument.
As you were about to crawl into bed and hope for the best the door unlocks, revealing Jaafar and an umbrella. You were almost about to shout, about to scold him, but you simply couldn’t find the energy. But now, your demeanor was more relaxed, he’s home in one piece.
“Jaaf.” You call out to him, he clears his throat before turning to you. “hm.” He hated storms, so you were wondering why he stayed out so late, but you just kept it to yourself. “I’ll take the couch tonight.” He murmurs before disappearing into the bathroom to change.
You scoff, crawling into the bed and turning around the face the view of the busy night city. “stubborn.” you quietly whisper, but in all honesty the both of you were, hated apologizing.
The storm had increased, rain falling fast. You could hear jaafar shifting uncomfortably on the couch and you tried to ignore it, but you weren’t getting any sleep tonight, neither was he. It was all just an awkward silence—and the storm.
You turn around as the sudden movement had came to a stop—maybe he was asleep now. But, he’s sitting up on the couch, face in his hands, wide awake. Your heart aches. “jaafar.” you softly call out, and he looks up at you, and the tiny night light glistens across his face revealing his tear stricken eyes. “oh, come, come here.” you say, holding your arms out wide.
Without a thought he crosses the room in a hurry and into your widened arms, you two fall onto the bed, his head on your chest as he clutches your waist. You drape the blanket over the two of you. He stifles his tears into your shirt, which will soon be drenched. Your nails go across his back comforting him. “shh,” you say, pressing a kiss to his head.
“I’m sorry,” he expresses. “I’ve also had some drinks.” He admits, which he reeks of it. “I always need you, all the time—even if I don’t show it.” A smile spreads across your face, “I want you to express and tell me those things jaaf, cause you know I’d be there for you in a heartbeat.” His eyes find yours, and then they look at your mouth which he pecks. “I’m sorry as well.” You say. And he snorts, “you waited until I said it.”
“Yeah.” you stifle a laugh. “Try to get some sleep, you’ve got a day full of errands tomorrow.” You remind him, and he lets out a sigh. “mmmh.” he grumbles, “why don’t we just stay home tomorrow?” You snort, “I’d love that but—these are important things for you, for your career.”
His hands find yours mouth, closing it. “shh, hush—let me fantasize.” Your eyebrows furrow before bursting into laughter. “You’re so annoying,” you joking nudge him.
“And I love you, I love that you think I’m annoying.”
“you’re so sappy.”
“for you only.”
“I love you too jaafar.”
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