nsfw / fem afab reader, cws for voyeuristic themes & dubcon(?) )        thinking about your good friend janet jackson who, upon realizing that you don’t have any plans for the summer, invites you to come with her to a resort. “it’ll be a cute little girls’ trip. c’mon,” she coaxed you over the phone. just by hearing her tone, you could tell she was smiling on the other end. “it’ll be fun, i promise.”

thinking about how janet would insist on you two sharing a room because it’s cheaper. thinking about how she feigns surprise when there’s only one bed, shrugging shortly afterwards and murmuring about clearing it up right away. for some reason, the bed situation never gets fixed; you end up sleeping with janet for the entirety of your stay.

thinking about how she’d encourage you to do all sorts of tacky resort activities with her. “let’s go see their show!” she’ll suggest, pointing to a nearby poster, “ooh, and we can go for drinks after. they have this fruity drink in this big glass, i’m just dying to try it. you’ll try it with me, right?” of course, janet bats her lashes and purses her lip into a subtle pout whenever you seem hesitant. you humor her more often than you don’t.

thinking about how she’d take pictures with you everywhere. she carries her mini-camera like it’s her ID. “smile!” she beams as she takes yet another photo. “this one looks hot,” she remarks, “the sun looks so good on us, see?” oh, just know there’s a photo album at home dedicated to you and her. “best friends forever” is in there somewhere, surrounded by a bunch of hearts.

thinking about her covering you with a towel whenever she notices guys leering at you. she’ll wrap it around your shoulders or waist before you can even process the fact that men are taking you in. “men can be such dogs,” janet complains under her breath, rolling her eyes, “ignore them.”

but most of all, i’m thinking about that one day towards the end of the trip where janet rents out a small, nearby beach because she “doesn’t want to deal with people”. she hums softly as she slathers sunscreen on herself. then, she watches as you do the same. naturally, you both get each other’s backs. then comes the fun. or, at least, janet thought the fun would follow.

“what do you mean you’re not gonna swim?” she asks indignantly, her hands on her hips, “i rented out this whole beach!”

“i want to tan, janet,” you reply, laying down along a beach chair. you reach into your bag and pull out a book, “it never hurts to even out your skin tone.”

“i don’t care about that,” she snaps, letting her more childish side show. it’s moments like these where it’s clear that she’s the youngest of the jacksons. “the beach is for playing in the water more than tanning. i wanted to have fun with you, this is our one girls’ trip before things get busy again.”

you open your book. “we can still have fun on the sand.”

saying that was a huge mistake. you can tell from the moment she gets quiet. after a few seconds, you glance up over the book’s pages, only to notice that janet’s in the middle of crawling onto you. when you sit up, she gently pushes you back down, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“what are you doing?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“having fun,” she replies. she lets one foot rest on either side of you as she settles on top. it would be a full squat if she hovered; instead, she lets her pelvis rest on top of yours, the triangle bottoms of your bikinis meeting. “you don’t mind, right? i mean, if we can share a bed, certainly we can share this…” she slides herself forward, letting her body drag against yours, “a different kind of fun, but still… fun.”

you blink once or twice, setting your book down as she starts to roll her hips. it sparks an unexpected heat in you, one strong enough for you to pause and let out a quiet exhale. “yeah? the kind of fun friends have all the time, right?” you manage to spit out sarcastically, shifting to give her more access to you.

“exactly,” she coos, “relax. you’ll still get your tan.” reaching down, janet walks her fingers up to your bikini top, holding onto it like a reign as she rides against you. “i always thought you were just so pretty,” she muses, “i’m glad we’re such close friends.”

“is that right?” your eyes go half-lidded, your mouth running dry. through your bikini bottom you can feel everything. you swear you feel the outline of her pussy lips as she ruts against you. slowly, you bring your hands to her hips, holding onto her. “i think you’re pretty, too, janet.” pretty and talented— now you know where she gets the motivation to sing those “baby making” songs.

“you’re gonna make me blush,” she breathes out, chuckling a little. after a while, she speeds up, playfully asking, “feels good, doesn’t it?” there’s little shame in how she presses herself against you. why would there be? it’s not like anyone will see, thanks to her renting the beach out. when you don’t reply, she tilts her head to the left, bringing her hips back to fully thrust against your now sensitive pussy. “you know, it’s rude not to respond,” she murmurs, “very rude.”

“janet,” you whine, only to gasp when you feel her pelvis slam against yours. your body rocks, moving back and then forth from the impact. “fuck! it feels good, it feels good.”

she watches your face, soaking in how you’ve started to sweat, how your eyes are all hazy, and how you keep biting your lip. “then come,” she demands. her hand lets go of your bikini top, sliding to press against your lower stomach. suddenly, janet takes it seriously, staring down at you as she purposefully grinds her clit against yours at that perfect angle. the bikini bottoms on you both do nothing to shield you from the sensation of her body against yours, that friction quickly adding fuel to the fire flowing through your body. a grunt leaves her lips before she goes on, “come, come for me, come right now.”

whimpering, your hips start to buck, desperate for friction. “i’m going to— ah, ahh—” your legs tremble as your orgasm rushes through you, the force of it causing you to moan out janet’s name. your eyes screw themselves shut, forcing you to miss janet’s orgasm (an orgasm that’s just as intense as your own, though she smiles through it, thoroughly pleased). even after the first burst, your pussy pulses, causing more cum to leak out of you and pool into your g-string. spent, you crumple beneath her, panting hard like a dog out in the sun.

“atta girl,” she purrs as you both come down from the high, laying down on top of you as if she belonged there. maybe she does, now. her head rests along your breasts, her hands idly roaming your body. “this was better than swimming anyways,” she decides under her breath, “much better.”

synopsis: after spending too much time with michael lately, janet has to remind you who you belong to.

word count: 1.2k

oneshot

contents: 18+ MDNI, dom!janet, sub!reader, toxic such as janet making it seem like you did something wrong, jealousy, secret relationship, light manipulation, desperate!reader, humiliation kink (?), edging, overstimulation, proofread, ect ect

a/n: omg thank you for so much love you guys showed me on my debut fic!! i love you guys and i hope you guys like this one also, because it was lowk rushed.

The living room smelled like vanilla candles and Janets favorite perfume when you let yourself in. The door clicked shut behind you and the quiet felt heavier than usual. Janet was on the big sectional, legs tucked under her favorite blanket while watching her favorite reality tv show. She heard you come in, she just didn’t look up right away.

cw. 18+ mdni. plot twist ⎯ while she talks you through it. 𝑓!reader. obviously sucking on janet's tits. dommy mommy janet & subby reader. janet's refers to herself as momma & mommy. nicknames (baby , honey). teasing. praising. fingering (reader receiving). for my baby @cinnamoncunt

nothing but the sounds of muffled whimpers and gentle praise fills the four walls of the bedroom.

"that's it, baby," janet's voice is honeyed warm as a her hand comes to smooth down your face, the repetition of the action causes your eyes to flutter shut, "take what y'need, mama's got you." the reference of the name to herself has your thighs shifting beneath the silky sheets, an attempt to get any friction you can.

and it doesn't go unnoticed by her. narrowed eyes bounce between where your lips, plump and glossy from your own saliva as you suckle at her nipple to where the lower half of your body hides. evident that your greediness is once gain overtaking you, your hips rocking and knees protruding from the sheets from you're pushing your thighs together helplessly.

janet's free hand takes the hem of the sheets and yanks them back to where they flop back lifeless at the edge of the bed. revealing you rubbing thighs in all their glory, sleep shorts ridden far up that they're no longer visible to her eye-line.

"got a problem, huh," her tone tipping on the edge of condensation causes embarrassment to spread throughout you, stilling you legs now attention brought to your neediness, "unt uh, don't stop now."

pulling off of her breast with a pop, "it's not enough," you mumble, barely able to meet the older's eyes.

"it's what? can't here you, honey," the hand that was soothing down the side of face dips and takes hold of your chin, "gotta speak up f'me, y'know i don't understand mumbling," she expresses, the gentle disciplinary reminder alone has your toes curling.

upon releasing your chin from her grasp, it gives janet the time to appreciate the beauty. you're in her arms, in her bed, at her mercy as you're still staring up at her with hazy eyes, with your lips still swollen from her allowing you to toy with her breast at your interest, and a mess in between your thighs that's all hers.

"janet," you whine, dragging out her name. her gaze snaps back to you, quirking her eyebrow up, "need you," it's said less whinier and a little more softer, but you made sure that it's said clear.

this is her favorite game. "what d'you need, baby?" she knows the answer is clear as day, but she can never not play with you a little. getting you all worked up and frustrated until you decide the ache is far worse than the embarrassment of telling her what you need.

whines only ensue, "need you," squirming, antsy from janet's antics, "touch me, please," it came out far more desperate than a plea for your pleasure, and the squirming only causes the friction you need oh so bad.

"touch you where," she asks, voice seductive and teasing as her hand raises to swipe a finger across your swollen lips, "here? d'you need a kiss?"

when you shake your head the woman acts offended for a short second, "oh, okay well," hand traveling down before it rest just over your covered breast, the small sleep tank leaves nothing to the imagination as your nipples are already pebble beneath the tank, "touch you here?" she asks again, her pointer finger and thumb taking a hold of your clothed nipple to pinch and roll lightly.

pressing your face into janet's chest to stifle your small moans, you hand wrapping around janet's to push it away. both overwhelmed and underwhelmed by the pleasure not coming from where you need it most. "no," you croak out from against her chest.

the same hand that toyed with your nipple snakes down past your breast to your naval to hover just above your clothed mound. "you gon' tell mommy where you need her so she can help you?"

your chest heaves, a shaky hand comes down to cover janet's moving both further down to rest over your clothed cunt, bucking your hips when the heel of her palm press against the dampness. "here," you're helpless, mind completely gone other than the need to have janet's hands on you.

"wasn't that so easy?" she teases, knowing that telling her what you need from her still makes you flustered, "don' worry i'm gonna take care of you." her head dipping down to the crook of your next to place a string of kisses along your bare shoulder.

her hand slips past the band of your sleep shorts and is immediately met with the sticky mess between your thighs. "no panties?" teeth lightly grazing your shoulder before nipping at it, "so filthy," she purrs as her middle and ring finger draw steady circles against your clit.

"please," both a whisper and plea, the waves of pleasure quickly overtaking your senses.

"i know, jus' relax," she soothes, fingers traveling to your leaking hole, circling it just as she does to your clit a few times before sinking a digit into your heat, shushing you when your whimper turns into a desperate moan as your head lulls back.

and upon adding another finger the sounds that filled the bedroom only became more obscene between your moans and squelches from your pussy as janet's fingers pump in and out.

turning your head, eyes barely open from the ecstasy of janet's nimble fingers and the bump of her palm against your swollen bud when your cunt sucks her fingers back in. but instead of leaning against her chest, you latch back onto one of her breast again. leaving sloppy kisses right before taking her hard nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the bud, drawing a few low hums from janet.

your hole contracts around janet's fingers, "almost close?" again, she asks a question she knows the question to, but it's confirmed when you give a small nod, still attached to her breast, letting your eyes flutter shut once again this night, "cum f'me when you're ready, honey," keeping her pace the same to get you to your peak.

and it doesn't take long until your body stills, mouth unlatching from janet's breath allowing it to fall open into a silent moan. hips bucking and eyes screwed shut when you're tipped over the edge of release, closing your thighs around janet's hand.

"there you go," she coos against the shell of your eat, removing her slick covered fingers from your ruined cunt, but keeping her palm pressed against your cunt as you fall down from your high, "did so good."

her free hand caresses the back of your neck, toying with your little baby hairs before squeezing to signal you to peel your eyes open. looking back into janet's brown eyes, you're met with nothing but warmth and love, a coy smile on your face just before she dips down and connects your lips in a tender kiss.

pairing: the velvet rope era janet jackson x fem!reader

desc: janet invites you to her album release party after ending your relationship, but she's got a lot on her mind.

warnings: suggestive themes

wc: 1.1k

a/n: first fic on tumblr eowwww!! i've been lurking for some time now. be gentle please! i've been listening to tvr nonstop for the past month. fun fact, janet was my first concert hehe. happy pride month to all the gorls and the gays! make sure to request if there's something specific you want : )

oct 1997.

you have been cordially invited to the velvet rope, a release party.

the engraved card stock read as you removed it from your apartment's mailbox.

"you can't be serious..."

the last time you spoke to janet was three months ago, abruptly cutting you off after dating for six months.

"i need more time alone to focus on my album love, i really hope you understand..."

"i don't...janet where is this coming from? i thought we were doing so well?"

"we are, but i really just need my time. i hope i can show you that our love is worth the wait."

"what? dunk-"

click.

as you walked into your dimly lit apartment, surrounded by the soft sounds of baduizm playing on the cd player you forgot to turn off before leaving, you read the invitation what seems like fifty more times. half of the time you all spent together was engulfed with her recording the album. her work ethic and determination to complete it despite going through issues of her own was admirable. you understood how personal this album was, comforting her when the heavy topics it surrounded took over. late nights on your couch became the norm after recording sessions, and the pain of her absence cut deep.

this woman is crazy. how can you not speak to me for months after seeing each other damn near everyday and then invite me to your party like it's nothing? kissing your teeth, you flung the invitation onto the kitchen counter and got ready for bed.

the steamy shower was paired with long thoughts of janet. the way she would touch you when you shared that same space. her poetic expressions of love towards you. her body nuzzled next to you in bed. no. you thought. she left for a reason. if she feels my presence was too much, she doesn't deserve to take up space in my head, trying to convince yourself that you have moved on.

out of the shower, you rested quietly in your studio apartment's bed, fighting your thoughts until slumber took over.

days went on, as you left the invitation in the same place it landed. you continued your own life, nearly forgetting about the invitation until your close confidant, and janet's choreographer, tina, called you. from the tone of your voice alone, she knew she had some convincing to do.

"i'm. not. going."

"whyyyy!?! look- i know you both have lingering feelings for each other, why do you think you got an invitation in the first place? she wants you there!"

"what does it matter what SHE wants? it's always what she wants. thats why we aren't even together right now..."

"listen..you should be there. you were there for a good chunk of the creation of it, its like your baby too-"

"tina, please. before you make me say absolutely not right now."

"so it's a yes?"

"bye tina," you said before hanging up the phone. you sat.

and sat.

and sat some more.

the party was friday night, and it was going on thursday. you had no weekend plans, no excuse not to go other than avoiding janet and her attempt to reach out via invitation. what would you say to her? what would she say to you? maybe she's moved on and wants to rub it in? you sighed, and began to dig in your closet for tomorrow night, accepting that you would be in attendance.

your stiletto boots clacked on the pavement as you walked up to the entrance of her malibu residence, filled to the brim with A list celebrities and family to celebrate janet's milestone. toying with the jewelry draped around your waist, you realized you came at a what seemed a perfect time, right as janet was going to give her speech.

"wow. thank you all so much for coming tonight. wow," she laughed. "i was not expecting all of you here, i would've booked a bigger place!" the crowd chuckled at her shock. "but no seriously, thank you for coming on this journey with me. this album hands down has been the most difficult and complex piece of art i've created. so much of myself went into this, and i hope you all are able to take something from it." looking deeper into the crowd, she spotted you. "i'm so appreciative of those who supported me though this process, barring with me even when i gave so little." looking back at the general crowd she exclaimed, "lets get this party started!"

we have a special need to feel that we belong come with me inside inside my velvet rope...

the lights darkened, emphasizing the pulsating sound of the introductory song. you disappeared into the grooving crowd as you saw janet searching around for you, avoiding the inevitable conversation between you two.

tired of aimlessly wondering around the party, you stepped into the bathroom you came to love during your time with her, the walls adorned in zebra print. staring at yourself in the mirror and admiring your outfit, but also questioning further why you were there, you heard a knock on the door.

"i know you're in there."

"janet?" you said opening the door, allowing her to slide through the crack and lock the door behind her.

"why are you running away from me?"

"why did YOU invite me here?"

her eyes told a story only you would understand. she reached for your hand, but you created distance between you two, allowing her to feel the physical and emotional barrier she created.

"please baby. please listen to me. i wanted you here, that's why i invited you. don't you hear these songs? i wrote them about you...i'm sorry about what happened between us, i was going through such a difficult time and i thought the only way to get over it was isolating myself from the ones who loved me the most."

you stared blankly into her eyes.

I need you Like the flowers need the rain I need you Like a bruise needs the pain I need you Like the stars need the night I need you Like the waves need the sea

she longed for you in her lyrics playing behind the door, showing that even though you all were separated, she thought of you just as much as you did of her.

closing the distance, she wrapped her hand around your waist and pulled you closer. notes of orange blossom and vanilla filled your nose as your stares intensified.

you broke.

"dunk, i need you."

Imagining relaxing at bestfriend!janet’s house, laying on her chest while you two watch Friday for probably the 3rd time now. Janet laughs at Smokey’s usual spiel about smoking, and your head bobs up and down along with the rhythm of her laugh. You giggle as well, sitting up to face her.

“Y’know your boobs are insane, right? I’m getting whiplash over here.” You joked, watching Janet’s small smile form into a bigger one.

“You shut up! You should be grateful,” she raised her brows, pointing a manicured finger at you. “People would die for these.”

“And I’m one of them! They look so good when you wear push up bras. Got me wanting to cop a feel n’ shit.” You playfully flirt, smirking as her jaw starts to work on her gum.

“Stop it.. it’s usually the bra doing all the magic,” she had on a white tee that was horribly low cut, breasts practically spilling out of the shirt now in her laid position. You couldn’t help but stare, feeling you were no better than a pervert. “Have you even seen them before?”

“I don’t think so..” You remarked, tapping a finger to your chin.

“Yeah, that’s probably why.. you gotta see them bare to realize that they’re just normal sized.”

“Show me then!” You blurted, but ending almost at a whisper, making Janet’s brow raise.

“Challenge accepted,” she started, simply tugging at the low hem of her shirt to free her breasts from their cage. “Happy now?”

You felt your entire upper body heat up as her breasts so perfectly bounced out of her top, not expecting her to take you seriously whatsoever. It left you with nothing else to do but gawk at her deep brown areolas and almost hard nipples that were both admittedly making your mouth water.

“Y-yeah, they’re amazing Jan…”

“Do you wanna touch em’?” She said lowly, trying to get your attention as your gaze was focused nowhere near her face. You felt yourself throb between your legs, head nodding profusely.

"Can I?" You asked, but not exactly as your curious hands slowly made their way closer and closer to her chest before you even began to speak.

synopsis: after a long day of shopping and gossiping, janet finds out you’ve haven’t had your first kiss yet, what will she do about it?

contents: 18+ MDNI, softdom!janet, sub!reader, kissing, teasing through clothes, persuasive janet, reader is reluctant at first, jealous janet, thigh riding, use of ‘baby’ as a nickname, no use of y/n, proofread, ect

a/n:: debut fic kinda nervy, sorry if my writing is ass i apologize in advance, just wanted to get my lesbian ass dirty thoughts out of my head and on this blog instead.worked long days and nights trying to perfect this.

The afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of the upscale boutique, casting a warm glow over racks of designer clothes. You and Janet had been best friends for years now, ever since a mutual acquaintance introduced you at a charity event. She was everything; iconic, fierce, elegant, and disarmingly funny in private. Today, like so many other days, you two were out shopping, arms linked as you browsed through silk blouses and tailored pants.