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Thirsty Thursday (Drake x MC) [NSFW Alphabet]

In college, my Thirsty Thursdays were walking to the bar by my townhouse and drinking cheap ass poison Long Islands and the night would guarantee a drunken rendition of Don’t Stop Believing or My Heart Will Go On from the karaoke. Now, it’s writing some straight up SMUT for you all. Let’s bring back some Choices Thirsty Thursday y’all. Or not, but please enjoy some glorious smut your way.

Pairing: Drake x Jaela

Rating: M; NSFW Under the Cut (A)

Warnings: It’s flith. Enjoy!

Note: This is a mix of headcanon and mini-drabbles. And I’ve been dying to use this gif as my Jaela faceclaim on a fic since forever.

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very loving, the both of them, even if they’re getting dressed in a closet from a ball, fingers—so rough and desperate moments before, carefully zipping up her dress or, her, buttoning his shirt. In bed, after getting water and a washcloth (if they’re awake enough, sometimes they’ll just lay there in bliss, the wind drying their skin) Drake will hold her close, kissing her face and neck and whispering in her ear until they fall asleep—or get out of bed for the day. Jaela’s much of the same, loving her head on his chest, body aching and craving more, but giving in to his tender, sleepy, marshmallow hold.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Can Drake say that every part of her is his favorite, treating it like a goddess? He’s enamored with her body, her taste, her everything… although, if he had to admit it—and as great as her breasts, ass, and pussy are—he loves her thighs. How they tighten around his head when she comes on his tongue, how they quiver as he pounds into her, squeezing around his waist when she cries out his name, or how he can grip them as she rides him, that devilish smirk on her face when his nails dig into them.

It’s simple: his dick and lips. He works wonders with those on every inch of her, and she can spend hours kissing him. She loves how quickly he gets hard when she leans in at a dinner, whispering what she’d like to do to him right now, if she could, hand squeezing his dick. They never last long after that, either leaving for a quickie or just going home. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Drake loves to come in her, with or without the condom, watching her face when he does (if he doesn’t throw his head back) because he knows she likes it—no, loves it, as she whispers in his ear, pulling his hips closer as he climaxes. Otherwise, she likes it when he comes on her—even if doesn’t do it often—or in her mouth, locking eyes before she swallows, that simple action—sometimes in the home, in a scheduled alcove, tucked away on the palace grounds, or under his desk—almost makes him come again. He’ll wipe her lips with him thumb, enchanting soft laughter emitting from her, and he helps her up, kissing her.

“I didn’t know it was round two, Drake….”

“Not my fault you have many talents, Walker.”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

They don’t keep secrets from each other, never again, let alone anything to do with their pleasure. They’re open and vocal to what they want from each other But, if there is one, they both like to send pictures and videos to one another when they’re away… or sometimes, right in the other room. Drake was hesitant at first—“Are you really that surprised? Do you remember the texts we sent during the social season and tour? It’s not my fault you don’t know what Snapchat is so I couldn’t send you what I really wanted to…”

“But Abdi, what if somebody—”

“We’re literally husband and wife and not teenagers. Just… let me know when you’re in your room. If you don’t like it, then we don’t. But try? I miss you.”

… and when Jaela sent him those fucking pictures two minutes after he said he was alone, well, he changed his mind. Let’s just say they have an extra layer of security to unlock their pictures.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

They’re nearly matched, Drake having a slight edge due to living in the palace and studying abroad, mostly flings—two relationships that lasted a half a year or less.

He had to begrudgingly agree that it wasn’t all bad when he could be the palace player, until Abdi appeared. That thing with Kiara was off the moment Abdi stepped on that plane, even if he didn’t trust her. He didn’t know why, or how, but he didn’t want to break this girls heart.

Jaela went on dates and had some on and off relationships, a couple for a few months back in New York, so she knows tricks, but not that Drake doesn’t, either. It doesn’t take long for them to figure out exactly what makes the other moan like nobody can hear them, even if others are just outside the door.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

For Drake, anything that allows him to see her face, how her lips part and eyes either lock on his or roll back when she comes undone because of him, panting his name. He’s not a fan of doggie style… but when he’s dominant, he does like to bend her over (bar, table, bed, kitchen counter, office desk, of anything else that’ll do where he can [gently] pull on her hair and gulp at the sight her arched neck and the look she just gives him) and fuck her, hard. 

Truly, anything and everything for Jaela. Riding him is particularly fun and sexy for her and she loves how his mouth or hands works her breasts when she’s on top, but she’s also weak in the knees for when he pushes her against a wall, hitches up a leg (or two) and fucks her there.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jaela’s the goofy one in bed when it calls for it, though Drake has his moments, but otherwise, they’re both serious when they make love. Having sex is a deep expression of their love, their emotions, so it’s always an intimate moment no matter where they are or how intense they’re being.  

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Drake’s groomed, nothing gets too wild because he likes how she feels—and he wants to make sure she can feel him too. Jaela goes between well trimmed and groomed to waxing to bare, often surprising him when she does get waxed. He doesn’t mind either way, but there is something about those surprises…. Like that one time on the Unity Tour when they were at the god-awful dinner. To be fair, she’s the one who excused herself and came back, sticking her lace panties in his pocket. “Abdi… you’re playing a dangerous game…”

“Uh-huh,” she whispers, scooting closer to him as his fingers trail up the hem of her dress. Everybody else is caught in talk about unity and politics and everything they don’t care about right now, only wanting dinner to end so they can beeline to her—their room, because sleeping apart is stupid—but they look when Drake gasps because she took him by surprise, her pussy bare for him. “So, about the Cordonian apple orchards,” she begins as his fingers enter her, hands clasped together to cover her smirk, counting down the seconds till somebody takes over so she can enjoy his one—no—two pumping fingers.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

God, so romantic and close, even in the goofy, quickie, or intense sex. There isn’t a time where Drake doesn’t say how fucking beautiful she is, or when she doesn’t take a moment to pause and just whisper how much she loves him, capturing his dark gaze into hers. Their first time set the precedent for all others to follow.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He much rather prefer being the one to make her moan, but he loses himself when she teases him by touching herself. Though, when he walks in the room, whether before or after sex, he’ll replace her fast enough, even if it is sexy as hell and he’s ready for round two when she does that, knowing how much it teases him. She relishes in that when he’s the one tied up, loving the desire in his eyes and how desperate he is to touch her. “Not yet,” she’ll tease and touch her wet fingers to his lips.

He likes to jack off when eating her out, because god, isn’t that the sexiest thing he can do her. He can’t help himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Okay. Drake’s a simple guy when it comes to the bed, and never really had done much outside of the standard “just two people fucking” and nothing else. Enter Jaela. It’s nothing wild, but more than Drake was used to. They’ve used ropes, silk ties, blindfolds, wax, ice, and on some drunken nights, like to lick whiskey off each others body, savoring how the burn mixes with their sweat on their tongue, or how it pools between her breasts, his tongue tracing its way to her nipples after, whiskey and lips leaving a trail of fire.

Drake’s also fond of handcuffs—on him—but he tries to downplay it. Though, when she sets them on his desk in the middle of a workday, leaning over to whisper in his ear, “Now or later?” His excitement can’t be contained. He still gets flustered when he thinks about the time they locked his office door on a Friday night and they didn’t leave until dawn, handcuffs tucked in his bottom drawer.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In the home—and they can’t say bed because they’ve fucked in nearly every room, Jaela bent over almost every surface than allows it, on the floor, in the shower, the bed (of course, Drake does like this the most, because he can take his time with her). But… they always do seem to find a closet or room—no matter where they are—at a ball or when visiting a duchy for an extended time.

Jaela gets such a thrill from her skirt being hiked up and Drake entering her, their mouths capturing their moans when the party—or meeting, or anything else—goes on outside them, Drake covering her mouth when she comes, not holding anything back as she shudders.

“Abdi, they’re going to hear you…”

“Isn’t that part of the thrill?”

“It’s… hot, yeah.” And he turns her around, grinning, that dark, hooded look in his eye. “But you do need to learn a lesson on being quiet…”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When they whisper, teasing, in each others ear, when Drake tousles his hair, when she crosses her legs, dress or skirt revealing more of her flesh, their scent, when Jaela comes out of the shower, water sticking and shining to her skin like dew… and of course, when their eyes meet across a crowded room, heat building in their core, just knowing the other is thinking the same longing thoughts after all these years.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Choking, threesomes, extreme BDSM.  

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Drake’s always been the very skilled giver. Not that Jaela doesn’t want to drop to her knees at a moments notice, or after he eats her out, but sometimes she just can’t after he does, too tired to even think straight. “Besides,” he whispers, running a finger over her clit as he positions himself, drawing a whimper from her. “I want to feel you… right, now.” And he enters her, another wave of pleasure—how many times did she come that night on their honeymoon? She lost count—her desire to return the favor gone as he fills her, tasting herself on his lips.

Her favorite—and his, because he grips her hair even harder when she does this—is dragging him into palace closet and going to her knees before he can even kiss her. “Abdi—”

“And you’re still shocked I was thinking of sucking your cock throughout that entire meeting? I though you knew me better than that, Walker.” And his hand is buried in her hair, knees shaking, chin tilted as she licks his length, free hand gripping the fabric of his pants tight, taking as much as she can of him in.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It honestly depends on where they are. In public or offices or if the kids are playing outside, they tend to be fast—unless they lock the office door—because there’s so much to do, including each other. However, at home, it’s far different. It’s slow, sensual. There’s not always candles, but their hands linger and take time with each others body, no matter if they’re slow and gentle, whispering words of love; rough and dirty, Drake in shock but loving how good she is at talking like that—Jaela’s just happy he’s a quick learner; or when they both battle for dominance that night, often from after an argument, bodies grinding and switching positions and trying to take control, to show how much they care through their control of each others pleasure.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It comes to no surprise to Drake that Jaela loves quickies, and he’s happy to oblige. But still, even when their lives seem to revolve around endless meetings and raising their children, he always prefers laying her out on the bed, saying, “I’m going to fuck you till the sun comes up, think you can keep up, Abdi?”

“I think you’ll need to keep up with me,” she whispers, hand travelling down to her core. Drake catches her fingers just before they land there, both smirking. Instead, he touches her, running a finger up her slit and she raises her hips, shutting her eyes.

“Now, you’ve got to do better than that…”And he takes her wrists, silk tie in his other hand.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Honestly, everybody in Cordonia likes to play this game. It’s no shock that Drake and Jaela are risky, too. Aside from their kinks of being tied up and playing with temperature, public sex is another major one. How can they resist each other at balls, Abdi sparkling from head to toe and Darke in a sharp fitted suit?

Everybody know what happens when they (or the various other) couples disappear for a few minutes to an hour at a time, but the risk is still there, almost drawing Jaela over the edge the moment he touches her hand in the middle of the crowd and says exactly how he’d like to rip off that dress.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

God, all of her past experiences were ruined the first time her and Drake went all night—literally. “God. Fuck, Drake,” she says, just staring at the ceiling, dawn creeping in through the window. Everything—and everything—still tingled, skin wet with his cum, her juices, and his saliva—drying as the morning breeze blew in. He laughs, running a wet washcloth over her stomach, first.

“So… do you think I’m lying when I say I can fuck you all night?”

She smirks, catching his wrist. “But can you all day?” And Drake answers with a kiss, but, they fall asleep minutes later, washcloth soaking the sheets.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Neither are big toy people, they’d rather explore and experience pleasure with their bodies. Jaela does have a vibrator, for when he’s away and she needs something… plus it livens up the videos she sends, or when they Facetime, Jaela just feeling his want and jealousy and desire through the screen.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Drake’s never one to start the teasing, usually. Jaela begins it, and she is merciless with it, especially when they can be caught or called out for nearly eyefucking. However… once she pushes him over the edge, damn can he strike back. And she loves it, begging to be fucked and him, now with the upperhand, drawing out the thing she wants the most until even he can’t resist her, bent before him, skirt pushed up, bodice pushed down, Drake’s hands over hers, keeping her flat against the kitchen table, poised and ready to go. Except…

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Oh, you know. You started this, remember,” he growls, his head presses against her, dripping from when he ate her out—but didn’t let her come, not tonight. Not when she pulled that stunt again. He knew how crazy it drove him. Jaela groans, hands curling into fists.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”

“No more than you, Abdi.” His length runs over her clit and she shudders, just wanting him. Even she has her limits.

“Fuck me hard, please. Now.” And he enters her, releasing her wrists and bending to whisper in her ear how much he loves her—and how beautiful she is, the tenderness always breaking through whenever he took control.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

At home, they’re loud, but in the throes of passion, they never speak much, words lost to each other. In public, well, they try to keep quiet. Jaela’s the one to crack first, Drake having to cover her mouth, only to nearly break when her cries are still heard, a vibration against his hand or mouth and shoulder, if she bites it while coming.

Drake moans and groans a lot, but it’s quiet, overall. There’s whispers and profanities said, but for the most part, he loves to listen to her—especially when he’s licking her clit, catching her gaze when he looks up and she looks down, always coming soon after that.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

One day, Jaela decided to return the favor to Drake. At his desk, she straddled his lap, kissing him at first, slow and gentle. Then, she stood. He tilted his head, hand on her hip. Never breaking eye contact, she sunk to her knees under his desk, unzipping his pants and beginning to repay a favor from earlier in the week, at her desk. It was the least she could do, and hell, they were still newlyweds. They couldn’t keep their hands off one another.

The music from his computer only slightly muffled the sounds her and his groans, hand on the back of her head. “Fuck, Abdi, I—” The door opened and they both freeze, him in her mouth.

“Ah, Drake! Ready for the golf range after work?” Fucking Maxwell Beaumont.

“Uh, uh, yeah, sure.”

“You sure? You look a little flushed.”

Drake turned up the music, blasting “Wagon Wheel”, well aware of Abdi below him—and how she started to bob her head and stroke his shaft, her eyes glittering before she began. He gulped, crossing his arms. “No, no, I’m fine, just warm. Is it hot in here or…”

“I love this song!” Maxwell does a little jive, singing along. God, Drake thought, can you just open a hole right now? Please? Fucking PLEASE? What world is he living in where Jaela is happily continuing her blowjob while Maxwell dances in his office at the same time. Suddenly, Jaela sneezes, teeth applying just a little too much pressure—and he likes when she grazes them.

“Fuck!”

“Is that Chance? Come here boy!”

“Maxwell no—”

But he ducks, looking under the desk—the front raised just a few inches, enough to see her heels. Slowly, Maxwell stood up, pale. Only the music plays, So rock me momma like a wagon wheel… Until he leaves without a word.

To the very day, Maxwell can’t look Drake or Jaela in the eye when she wears those heels, and Wagon Wheel forever haunts all… except Jaela. She loves to play it when they’ve been drinking together, horror filling their faces before they scramble to reach for her phone. Except for the day they found a bar with a jukebox.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Drake’s slightly above average, and pleasantly thick. Let’s just say the bluebell dress wasn’t doing Jaela any favors.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High, but sometimes, they just want to cuddle in bed and talk or read their books until they fall asleep together. So long as they touch each other when they’re together and say I love you, they can be happy. Life gets crazy, so they never have as much sex as they want to, but it’s always made up somehow. Besides, they’re used to waiting… and know how rewarding that can be.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If they can fall asleep afterwards, and if it wasn’t an all night session, it’ll take about an hour to come down and drift off because they can’t stop talking or caressing each other. If it was all night, or particularly draining, then it’s within 10-15 minutes. Just enough to drink some water, clean up, and cuddle before falling asleep in each others arms… or until Jaela turns away from him, hogging the bed once she’s asleep.

Not that he minds, of course, often waking up to readjust, moonlight falling just right on her face. He’s just lucky to even be woken up by her in the first place, after all.