jaafar jackson’s muse

When a hot new bombshell walks in who KC thinks is just your type, insecurities arise and your connection is tested.

𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚? 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.

WC - 1.3k

A/N yall this little fic isnso cutesy, I hate the miscommunication trope butttt i didnt overdo it so it’s bearable. Reader and KC are adorbs!

contains: fluff, semi playing hard to get, kissing

a/n: I neeeeeeedd him so bad he's like the perfect guy (requested by @efgcsfhccjgdhjvc )

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The last time you did a shoot with this brand came Bryce, a tall dirty blonde male model. You didn't mind him, he's very nice to look at. However, you played hard to get and told him "If we see each other, I'll go out with you.

In complete honesty, you had forgotten about the whole thing, you didn't end up modeling for them for a while, until today.

They asked you to meet in malibu for a quick beach bikini shoot which you were more than willing to do.

Again, you didn't remember the interaction until one of the workers was walking you into the dressing room where you came face to face with him again.

A smirk tugged at his lips the second he laid eyes on you, he knew after what you said last time that you couldn't turn him down now. The worker left the two of you in there to begin getting into the first look. "It's nice to see you again y/n" He says, his voice soft and gentle with you. "Yeah, you too." You say with a soft smile.

For a minute there, he didn't say anything. You had thought maybe he forgot about it too. But that thought didn't last long.

You were instructed to be touchy with each other like a real couple would, you could've fooled the whole world with the amount of tension and chemistry you two had.

You certainly didn't see that coming, it was against your own will. You wanted to keep things strict, but the way he was so gentle and soft with you, the way he touched you, it all felt like too much.

When you were changing into the next bikini he walked up to you to help you tie the straps around neck. "Are you going to let me takw you out this time?" He asks. His words surprise you, his breath hot against the back of your neck. "You're persistent." You tease.

"How could I not be?" He answers, opening the door for you and walking out behind you.

The tension only picked up from here, the touching felt more prominent, your breath shuddered each time he touched you.

"Wow well, I think that's all we need for today. You two did so great we don't have to take any extras." The brand manager announces. The weight on your shoulders lifted, as you could finally escape whatever the hell was happening here.

You began getting dressed in your normal clothes, Bryce follows behind you as you walk to your car. "One date, you owe me after last shoot." He says. "If you don't have fun I won't bother you like this again." He adds.

You press your lips together, "Fine." You answer, trying to hold back the sudden excitement flowing through your veins.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he gives you his number and walks away.

You got home, unpacked your things and sat down on the couch, finally deciding to text him.

You: hey it’s yn

Bryce: I was worried you wouldn’t text me

You: I didn’t know that was an option

Bryce: It’s not

Bryce: I’ll pick you up tmr at 2 how does that sound?

You: Fine by me

You started getting ready about an hour before the date, you felt yourself getting slightly anxious, which wasn’t supposed to happen. You kept trying to convince yourself you weren’t that interested in him.

You wore medium wash jean shorts with a white flowy long sleeve top. You didn’t do much makeup, just something light enough. Your hair was in a loose curl.

You got the text that he was on his way, you begin your last minute touch ups, your perfume, lipgloss, and packing your purse.

He texted you to let you know he was there, he stood outside his car waiting to open the door for you. He had the prettiest light blue convertible bentley.

“You look amazing.” he says as you enter the car. “Not too bad yourself.” you answer.

The car ride shared casual conversations about modeling, daily life stuff, really anything.

The conversations flowed well but you couldn’t shake the butterflies you felt the entire time. "You like ice cream, right?" He asks, "I'm not sure I've ever met someone who doesn't like ice cream" You answer. The two of you pull into an ice cream shop you've never been to. It's cute, it has a nice pastel summer vibe to it. "What's your flavor?" He asks. You look in front of you at the overwhelming number of flavors, "Probably just Vanilla." you answer. He shakes his head, "Chocolate." He adds.

The two of you bicker about which is better, chocolate or vanilla, he ends up letting you win the debate. The ice cream shop is right in front of the beach with a nice patio, the prettiest view of the beach right ahead. "I can't believe I didn't know about this place." You admit, "Well now whenever you come here, you'll have to think of me" Bryce teases.

You didn't want to admit it but this date with him was perfect, he made you laugh, he got every single door for you, he paid for your ice cream and he let you win that debate. You hated the fact you didn't want the date to ever end. You could sit here with this view and talk to him forever.

"You're really awesome to be around," he says, looking directly into your eyes. You feel your cheeks heat up from his words, a rosy color fills your face. "Yeah, you are too." you say lightly. The wind blows your hair into your face, right away he chuckles and tucks it behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your cheeks gently. "I guess I could take you up on a second date." You admit.

A grin pulls at his face right away, "Is that so?" He teases. The air around you is heavy, the tension becoming stronger than ever, you felt like you were being pulled closer to him. He sits and admires your face before finally taking action and pulling you in for a kiss, his lips smooth against yours, tongues claiming each other fully. The kiss was so dreamy, it went at the perfect pace, not too rushed and not too slow.

Once you both finished your ice cream he dropped you back at home, the two of you texted late into the night, already excited for the next date.

Kayda x fem!reader

contains: fluff, kissing, touching, flirting

a/n: idec if it's too soon she's SO bad. also contains some light spoilers!

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Being in the villa means exploring - lots of it.

A few days ago the baddest bombshell walked in, leaving your jaw on the floor.

Her hair, her eyes, her voice, her body, everything.

The two of you hit it off right away, the conversation flowed, you both also had a lot in common.

Initially, she coupled up with Zach - and still is. However, after the past two challenges, things maybe weren't going so hot. For one, it was revealed that Zach had a history of cheating, and then in the challenge today he shared a moment with Trinity that was more than just a "challenge" kiss.

It left Kayda puzzled, she liked him, but this was making her head and stomach turned.

You don't blame her, a history of cheating and not saying anything about Trinity would leave you feeling the exact same way. However, it was still early in the game.

Kayda confided in you, the two of you went up to soul ties.

She began ranting about the situation, looking for advice. Which you gave, but majority of your mind was locked on her eyes.

Her green eyes twinkled under the lights so perfect, and the eye contact wasn't lost once during the whole conversation.

Her eyes steady on you made your stomach turn, and the thought of her hurting because of a man made your veins fill with rage. You'd give her the whole world if you could, a girl like her deserved it.

Little things kept happening during the conversation, your knees kept rubbing against each other, her foot rubbed against your shin. You knew damn well that wasn't casual, the way she did it too, everything about it was the complete opposite of casual.

Though, you had no clue if she liked girls or not. Any action was risky, not only would you have to be stuck with her for another 6 weeks after, but you were also on television, with millions of people watching. You wouldn't want to know what people would say if it went south.

After ranting for a while she stopped, "Enough of him, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm good, It's so fucking hot though." You complain.

Not only was the Fiji heat horrible but the heat that lingered between the two of you was probably worse.

"Ugh I know."

'I have a question." She states. It was out of the blue, it caught you totally of guard.

"Yeah what's up?" you reply.

"Have you ever like - been with a girl?" She asks, you could hear the hesitation in her voice.

The question made your whole body flutter with surprise. You couldn't believe that she was the one asking it and not you, but her being the one to ask it was hot.

"Mhm, I have" You answer, you try to keep the smirk held back, you were so taken by the fact it was finally happening.

"Have you?" You ask.

She light bites her lip and shakes her head no, your heart stops beating more. Imagine you really did get the wrong vibe, and she's just asking to ask. You really had no idea.

"Have you wanted to?" You follow.

"Yeah a few times, I just never know what to do." She answers.

"Hmm" you hum.

You wanted to do it so bad. You were just so thrown off by the how many people were gonna be watching you do this. It felt wrong.

You both move from holding eye contact to looking at each other's bodies or lips. It was like the hunger games.

The air feels ten times hotter and heavier than five minutes ago, the intimacy felt like it was pulling you closer to her.

"You just do it." You reply.

"Really? What if the other person isn't like that though."

''Doesn't matter." You say.

Finally, you couldn't hold it back anymore, you didn't care about what the world would say.

You're on this show for a reason, to chase a connection. And that's exactly what you're doing.

You lean in closer to her, cupping her face and going in for it. The idea of it happening felt so wrong but when it was really happening, it felt so right.

Your lips moved perfectly with one another, the rhythm was so smooth.

Your tongues pushed pashed each other, her hand moving up from your waist to just underneath your breasts.

The both of you kept going, with no reason or will to stop.

contains: smut, sex (p in v), fluff, teasing, semi sub!sincere

a/n: since nobody else is doing it.. i will.

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Post villa challenge, everyone was tired, hot and covered in slime.

You however, weren’t just tired. You were irritated as well.

During the challenge, Sincere had fixed himself to kiss Melanie which really shouldn’t be an issue because it was a challenge. You couldn’t help but let the jealousy swallow you whole knowing originally it was supposed to be them until you came along.

Everyone was quick to clean themselves up, nobody wanted to be covered in slime. You spent most of the day avoiding talking to him - mainly because you didn’t want it to be a big deal on national television.

It shouldn’t even be a big deal to you either, the connection you and Sincere had was by far the strongest in the villa, letting Melanie under your skin was the worst possible option.

The avoidant option worked until the night time. You had gotten yourself all done up per usual, but now was the time when the group came together.

You all circled around the table, ready to pop some champagne when you were interrupted by the one and only text sound, “I got a text!” yelled Kenzie.

Everyone had a chain reaction to the words, the text could either be a really good thing, or a really bad thing.

“Islanders, the fans have been watching to see who the strongest couple is. Based on their vote is who will be entering the hideaway tonight!”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention in the hideaway, you haven’t had a romantic minute alone with Sincere since you arrived at the villa - now would be your chance to show him why he coupled up with you and not Melanie.

Just seconds after Kenzie read the text another phone dings - Zach’s.

“The couple who will be going to the hideaway is..”

Waiting for the final text to come through felt like a million years, you had your feelings about your couple but what if the fans at home didn’t think the same?

Finally, the last text came through to Zach again. “Y/n and Sincere!” he yells enthusiastically.

You and Sincere both react with a jaw drop, he immediately scooped you up with excitement. Everyone else around you got excited as well, jumping around the two of you chanting your names.

The girls and the guys split up to get you both ready, you touched up some curls in your hair before getting into a victoria’s secret slip dress, paired with a robe.

The girls gave you some last minute encouragement before leading you to the top of the stairs.

You see him there at the bottom of the stairs, looking at you like he’s just opened his eyes for the first time. His smile wide, pupils dilated.

Your stomach flutters as you walk down the stairs. You’ve spent everyday with him for the past three weeks and he still makes you so nervous.

He grabs your hand and helps you down the stairs before he picks you up, bridal style. Everyone cheering as they walk you out.

The two of you make it there, the hideaway even prettier in person.

The two of you walk into the bedroom, he adjusts you on top of his lap. “You ain’t talk to me much after the challenge.”

“Hmm.” you hum with a mischievous look in your eye. 

He attempts to kiss you but quickly you dodge it and kiss the corner of his lip. He laughs at your tease, “what’s that for baby?” he says, his fingertips gently grazing up underneath your dress.

“I’m not kissing your dirty lips.” you assert, looking him dead in his eyes. He caught onto what you were talking about immediately, his head falling in a smile.

“You’re jealous I kissed Melanie?”

“Not jealous, just aware.” you reply.

His hand rides up your torso, his warm hand gently cups your tit, feeling the hardened surface. “You should be aware that I chose you, not her.”

Your heart begins to race, his big brown eyes looking at you, his big hand all over your body. You could tell how needy he was as you felt him harden underneath you.

You don’t say a word, you hold the stubborn eye contact as you slowly rock back and forth against him. You watch his breath begin to pick up, even though he’s trying to hide it.

“Come on baby, you know I picked you. I’ve been waiting to get you alone.” He pleas. His words and the friction of him almost convincing enough to break you.

You hum again, far too stubborn to actually say a word. “please baby, i’d never do to her what i’m about to do to you.” he states.

“Is that right Sincere?”

“Yes I swear y/n, I need you so bad, please let me make you feel good.” he begs.

you press a kiss against his neck before bringing your mouth to his ear and whispering “Okay.”

He didn’t waste any time after getting your approval, he flips you around, lifting the dress up off you - leaving you completely exposed to him.

He licks a long stripe against your wet pussy before he kisses and nips at your clit, his hands gripped around your waist, feeding his own hunger.

A loud gasp escapes your mouth at the contact, his tongue explores in and out of your hole. It’s clear just how long he’s waited to do this.

He continues for just a minute before he brings his head up “is this okay?” he asks. His worry for your own comfort turning you on even more. “Yes” you chuckle.

He moves his head right back down, picking up where he left off. He uses his free hand to rub circles against your clit, slowly picking up the pace as he goes.

He left you seeing stars, it felt as though he was bringing life back to you. Your walls flutter as he licks up every ounce of your juice. Your stomach tingles as he keeps a steady pace.

“Fuck, Sincere i’m gonna cum.” you express. After long weeks of waiting you could barely hold it in.

“Do it princess, let me taste you fully.”

After each time he spoke he went right back, making sure to keep you where you were. Your body fully tenses one more time before you release fully onto his tongue.

He takes everything you give, like he was waiting his whole life for that moment. he comes up, his lips glistened with your juices. you pull him into a deep kiss, your tongues fully in each others mouth. the tase of your pleasure still on his tongue. he moves himself to kiss down your neck, “please, Sincere, I want to feel you inside me.” you whimper. Unable to hold back just how needy you were.

He was quick to listen, he pulled his pants and boxers down revealing his length, leaving you practically drooling at the sight of him.

He slides in about halfway, making sure you were okay. You felt it burn but a good burn, you let him know it was okay to go fully inside you.

His length basically hit your cervix as he thrusted in and out of you, within a few minutes the burning was gone. Now it was nothing but pure pleasure.

“You feel so good baby.” He praises. Your neck fell back as your hips arched against the bed. “Fuck Sincere.” you moan. You felt like you were ready to scream from the amount of pleasure.

“You’re doing so good pretty, you take it so well.” His praise turns you on more and more.

He helps you up on top of his lap, he begins guiding your hips, helping you grasp a steady pace. Your body bounces as you ride him, his length fully bottoming out inside you.

Your nails dug into his back as you caught his lips, the makeout sloppy as you’re more focused on the pace of the sex.

Light groans and moans escape him as he feels your walls flutter against him. One of your hair tangles in his hair, gripping his curls tighter and tighter as you go.

You begin to lose strength, he uses his hands to keep it going, “Good job baby, you got this. Let me feel you cum on me.” He instructs.

His words bring you back to earth, helping you focus on cumming.

You feel his cock twitch against your sensitive walls. He uses his free hand to rub circles against your tit.

A coil builds all the way up your stomach and releases as cum spills out of your body and onto his cock.

He brings you back down and thrusts in and out a few more times before his warm cum fills up inside of you.

He crashes beside you as the both of you catch your breath, he brings you onto his chest. Gently stroking your hair.

Once you’re back from the high he runs you a bath, he gets in with you holding you.

He does everything in his power to make sure it’s the best aftercare you’ve ever had.

contains: fluff, anxiety, overthinking, light kissing

a/n: requested by @chinchin5552 <3

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Being in the villa wasn't easy by any means. Most people from an outside view see it as fun or even from some on the inside its money and fame. For you, it's not.

You've been watching love island since season one, and you knew one day you wanted to have that same experience. But as the show started gaining popularity, the people watching the show became mean.

You thought, fuck it. It was always something you wanted, but now, being in the villa and not knowing what people were saying drove you insane.

And that wasn't it. You had fallen decently fast - faster than you had hoped. And tonight is a brand-new recoupling.

The first recoupling was fine, the bombshell didn't strike his eye much. But this one did, he had a few conversations with her. She had even gotten the opportunity to take him away from the villa, along with Bryce.

It had your heart sinking to your ass.

You and Zach had conversations about it, he was nothing but truthful for all you know. And he had been decent about reassuring. You just can't help but worry.

From the second the recoupling got announced you were worried, like out of your own mind worried. You were preparing yourself for what was going to happen, you could get kicked from the island, left single. And what would the fans be thinking? That you were stupid for falling so fast? That you should've seen this coming?

You were relaxing with Zach on the couch by the kitchen when it was announced that it was time to get ready. While the two of you sat there not much was said, he did little things to make you feel comforted, he squeezed your hand, complimented you, rubbed your thigh.

Once you started getting up he stopped you, "Are you okay?" He asks in a soft tone. His thumb rubbed across the back of your hand. "Yeah, I'm alright." You reply, pressing a kiss against his soft cheek.

You headed up stairs and began getting ready, "How's everyone feeling?" Aniya asks.

"I'm nervous," said Melanie. "Shit, me too." You reply.

"Why are you nervous y/n?" Aniya asks.

It felt wrong to talk about it while the bombshell was in the room, it's not like you'd say anything bad but it'd be really embarrassing if you were talking about how much you liked him and then she was the one who ended up getting him.

"Fuck I don't know - I like him, maybe a little too soon but I'm nervous to see what his decision is." You answer.

Kayda, across the room looks at you softly, part of that lifted weight off your chest, knowing she wasn't about to act a certain way made you feel at least slightly better.

"Have you guys talked at all? Like has he reassured you?" Aniya asks.

"I mean, to the best of his ability, I want him to explore but I also don't want him to lie." All the girls agreed.

"I think he really likes you," Kenzie chips in. "He always looks at you with the craziest eyes and he's always talking to Bryce about you."

"That is true." Trinity adds.

Their words bring some form of comfort to your soul, knowing that even if he doesn't pick you there was something there eased your mind.

You continue getting ready, allowing the other girls to talk about their connections as well.

Zach walks in out of nowhere, surprising the shit out of you. "I'm sorry ladies, do you mind if I consult with y/n for a moment?" He asks.

"Yeah of course" They all say in an excited manner.

You hop out of your chair, makeup just a few steps from done. "What's up?" You ask, grabbing his hand as you walk.

"I want you to help pick my outfit, you know, for Ariana." He teases.

You lightly push his shoulder, "Yeah sure." you reply.

The two of you walk in the bedroom and walk to his wardrobe, he walks up to it and opens the door, "I needed to see what color you're wearing, so we can match a little" He says, a smile sneaking onto his face.

You try and hold your blush back, butterflies creep into your stomach. You wore a red haltar top dress, he wore a white button up to match.

He walks you back to the room and before you walk back inside he stops you, cupping your face, "You're amazing y/n, I don't want you to worry." He says, his big doe eyes looking into yours. You nod your head, gently rubbing his forearm as he presses a kiss onto your forehead.

You finish getting ready with less worry in your head, of course overthinking was normal, but now after that interaction you felt like you couldn't hold back the smile.

Finally, you all walk down the stairs, the boys cheering as you do. You all walk over to the table, cheering your drinks and taking a sip while all engaging in a group conversation.

Suddenly your focus on the conversation was taken away by a voice, "Hello islanders." Ariana says, walking into the villa, looking hot as ever.

Everyone's facial expression changes now worried for what's about to come.

"May you all meet me at the firepit?" She asks.

You all walk over, sitting in your couples around the warm fire. "I hope you're all doing well. Tonight, there will be a recoupling - Girls, may you please stand at the front?"

Your heart drops to your ass, you watch as he slowly escapes from your reach. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time, as the other guys give their speech and pick their girls.

It felt like you had waited for the whole group to go when in reality, you only had to wait for three people.

"Zach, please pick your girl and tell us why." Ariana announces.

Your heart begins to race, your cheeks become rosy.

"I would like to couple up with this girl because from the second we got here she was just an absolute ray of sunshine. She's been nothing but good to me and our conversations just flow so easily. She's incredibly beautiful and I'm honestly worried about how fast I've been falling for her. I can't see myself sharing a bed with anyone else, so the girl I'd like to couple up with is.. Y/n."

Air that felt lost finally fills in your lungs again, your eyes light up with a certain kind of sparkle immediately. You copuldn't hold the smile back anymore.

You don't waste anytime, you run into his arms right away. His grip tightens against your lower back as he lifts you slightly off the ground.

He lowers you back down, pressing a kiss onto your lips before sitting back down. "Thank you" You whisper in his ear.

synopsis: your parents hired a new pool boy.

jackie jackson x black!reader

warning(s): oral, sneaking around, jackie call reader ‘mama’ and ‘baby doll’ , fingering, slow burn, touching, MDNI

the summer of 1976 beamed with heat and possibility in the backyard of your parent’s house. your father, a successful banker, had just hired a new pool boy to keep the olympic- sized pool maintained, while your father and mother handled their busy schedules. you were home from college, spelman to be exact, you were quick to enjoy the luxury of the the estate and take a break from the stress of school and the pink and green, glamour from the AKAs . the first time you saw jackie, you were lounging on the shaded patio in a bikini, a book open but unread in your lap.

jackie had arrived in a simple white tank top and shorts, tools in a bag and already wiping his head due to the early morning sun. your father had called your name to meet the young man. you were irritated that your alone time was interrupted but was curious to meet whoever ther person your father wanted you to meet.

your father introduced him briefly. “jackie, this is our daughter. she’ll be around, don’t let her distract you.” your dad chuckled, but jackie’s gaze fell upon you for a long second. you began to get familiar with his appearance, twenty-five, tall and lean-muscled from physical work, with smooth brown skin, a neat afro, and warm, expressive eyes that seemed to see right through and his lips were full and pink, like they screamed ‘come kiss me’

you offered him a polite smile and looked away, but the image of him lingering in your brain.

your thoughts clouded you.

he’s got no business looking that good. those arms… girl, get a grip. he works for daddy.

his thoughts clouded his brain as well.

she’s stunning. that rich brown skin, those curves… keep it professional, man. It’s just a job.

the days that followed, started innocently. mornings, you would bring freshly squeezed lemonade to jackie, taking paused to notice his shirtless figure, more so staring at his toned chest followed with his chiseled abs. jackie would pause his skimming or chemical checks , noticing your manners and thank you with a low, smooth voice. “appreciate you, mama.” his eyes tracing your figure, before taking a sip of the sour, sweet lemonade, eyes not leaving yours as he gulped down the liquid, some trickling down his neck and onto his warm chest.

you coughed. “you’re welcome”

that day, you quickly got the cup back from him and scurried off to you room. you window faced the backyard, which meant you could take peaks at jackie any time you wanted, which was very frequent. sometimes you would even lounge while he is working, dressed in a skimpy one piece while “reading” a book. you would feel jackie’s gaze on you all the time, it made you nervous even though you set everything up on purpose.

at night, alone in your bedroom with the breeze cracking through your half-opened window, thoughts of him consumed you. sometimes, you would lay in your pajamas just frustrated that you couldn’t go to sleep because your mind wasn’t ready yet. you’d slip the panties from underneath your silk nightgown, own your soft legs and let them fall on the floor. fingers circling your clit slowly, teasing, as you imagined his strong, veiny hands, gripping your thighs. you picture him finishing a hard day of work and entering your house, going straight upstairs to your room to fuck you. your breath would hitch, back arching off the sheets as you slid a finger in yourself, then two, pumping in rhythm as your thoughts fueled your mission. soft moans escapes your lips and into your palm, trying not to wake your parents down the hall. you release came in waves, leaving you flushed and aching, whispering his name in your pillow. it was never enough for you, you had to have him.

weeks passed like this, you having a encounter with jackie and you touching yourself to him each night. you started to chose to wear shorter dresses or short shorts and halter tops when you knew he would be working, pretending not to notice his stare. one humid afternoon, while your mother was inside, jackie brushed your arm “accidentally” while handing back another glass of lemonade. the touch was electric and lingered. “sorry, mama.” he muttered, voice low and sweet like he had described all his brother’s voice to be like, saying they get it from their mother.

you smiled shyly. “no harm.” your heat raced as you, yet again, scurried off to you room, already planning tonight’s fantasy.

each day became thrilling and seemed to build up as both of you were going crazy. your parents were constantly around because of brunches and evening guests, so everything stay subtle: shared smiles, quick conversations when no one was around. one late afternoon, whirl your father was inside his study, jackie thought it was a good time to talk to you. you were outside, like usual, just soaking in the heat and playing with the sleeves of the dress you hated but your mom made your wear for the house gathering that was currently in session.

you didn’t notice jackie at first, but did feel a presence. “having a good time, mama?”

there it goes again. that name that made you weak in the knees. mama.

you turned around, snorting at his question. “as much fun a girl can have during a event like this.” jackie stepped closer, chest inches away from yours. you felt your heart pounding in your chest, as you turned to see if anyone else was able to see the both of you.

when you realized you two were alone, you stepped closer. “been thinking about your smile more than I should.” jackie confessed, softly, eyes dark with want.

before you could respond, the voice of your mother calling you inside broke the moment. you retreated indoors, pulse pounding, fingers already itching for relief later.

the tension built like a slow, shimmering groove, flirtation, restraint, and mutual hunger. jackie timed his breaks when you were outside. you brought him small snacks, fingers brushing deliberately against his long ones, sending sparks up your arm. he’d compliment the way the sun flushed against your skin, you’d laugh and swat in response which made him want you more. you’d catch him watching your swim laps, jaw clenched with barely held control.

then, one warm evening at dinner, your father announced casually, “your mother and I are off to Hawaii for a week. some business, some relaxation. jackie will handle the pool as usual. the house is yours, just behave yourself.” your mother nodded approvingly. you kept your expressions neutral, but heat flooded your body. jackie, dropping off supplies before leaving for the day, caught your eye through the patio doors. his look was dark, full of promise.

the morning their car pulled away, the estate felt alive with possibility. jackie arrived at his usual time, but there were no tools in hand today. you waited on the lounge chair, next to the pool , in a vibrant red bikini that hugged your full curves and deep brown skin, heart hammering as he approached.

“finally alone, pretty mama.” he says, voice rough with weeks of restraint and frustration. he closed the distance and cupped your face, kissing you slow at first, soft, full lips exploring and savoring your taste. it deepened when you gripped his shirt, tightly as your tongue meet his, arms pulling your body flush against his. you felt him hardening against your thigh, and a moan slipped out.

jackie lifted you off the chair, making you squeal. he guided you into the house, placing you on the couch. he peeled your bikini top down reverently, mouth descending to your breasts, tongue lavishing attention on your dark nipples until they tightened. “such a pretty thang, are ya?” he whispered against your skin. his hand slipped into your bikini bottoms, fingers stroking your slick folds before sliding his, thick fingers inside your cunt.

first one, then two and curling them perfectly while his thumb worked your clit. the pleasure built deliberately, all that slow-burn tension unraveling under his touch.

“shit, jackie. mmm.” you cried.

you came hard, shuddering against him , tears slipping down your cheeks. jackie popped his fingers out your soaked pussy before lifting them to his lips, licking them clean.

only then did he shed his clothes, revealing his warm abs and veiny thick, hard cock. you stroked him slowly, relishing the heat, before he settled between your thighs. he pushed in inch by inch, stretching you out deliciously, both of you groaning. “you feel perfect, baby doll,” he breathed, starting a deep, rolling rhythm that built gradually, slow thrusts turning harder, faster.

you wrapped your legs around him, nails on his back as he drove deeper. “yes jack- jackie please. uhhmhm.”

he flipped you onto hands and knees, gripping your hips and taking you from behind with one hand reaching around to rub your clit. the air from the cracked windows, the slaps of skin, your mingled sounds, it was everything you’d imagined and more.

you both started to get close. “come on, baby doll. let it happen.” he cooed, rocking into you with vigor. you squeezed the cushions between your fingers as you got closer to your end.

You eventually reached your end. “m’cummin oh my god- jackie. mmmm oh m’cummin ahhh!.” you came again, clenching around him, and jackie followed with a deep groan of your name, spilling hot inside you.

you collapsed together, tangled and breathless into the damp couch. jackie kissed your shoulder, already stirring against you. “ c’mere, lemme hold you a minute, mama.”

you smiled lazily, pulling him in for another kiss before slipping in his strong arms. “you know you’re my girl now, huh?” he grinned, sly and slightly tired.

❤︎ this is gonna be a super quick thought because this actually ties into their full fic ! but oh my god i totally see it, and michael's suspicions started buzzing when you started leaving quickly once the kids went down. no longer staying for a few hours to talk about everything yet nothing with him, you barely stay for an hour barely 30 minutes other time before you're checking you watch and damn near running out the door.

he also picks up how the sweaters/sweatshirts you're wearing are slightly larger than normal and look familiarly like mens apparel.

but it doesn't click until a phone call pulls you away from the dinner table, excusing yourself as you walk a little further away as answer the call. and michael being michael is nosy and gets up minutes later, pretending to dig through the kitchen drawers for more silverware for the children like they're not eating perfectly fine with the silverware paris helped you set before dinner started. only to hear the ending of your conversation, "love you too, i'll see you later, yeah?" that's when a pit drops in michael's stomach, that's not talking to a family member, not the tone you're speaking in, and suddenly it's all clicking into why you've been asking to leave a earlier on friday and saturday nights. you have a boyfriend.

and maybe michael's gets messy. he ends up getting out of you one night that you indeed do have a boyfriend, it's fresh, you guys were talking for three months but only just recently made it official. which is exactly perfect for him to start worming his way into your mind, planting thoughts of doubt. because he means it, you're it for him, you're it for the kids, and this guy who can barely please himself let alone you is going to swoop in and steal you away.

Pairing: Jermajesty Jackson x Black!OC Yasmin Lynell Summary: In which Yasmin is the only woman he wants, but he has to fight tooth and nail to get her to see it. Songs: Workin' Day and Night by Michael Jackson, One Way (Bonus Track) by 6lack and T-Pain WC: one thousand something girl idk Warnings: Note: whaddup jerdada

♡︭ otw!michaels favorite positions are cowgirl, missionary, and any where he can see and touch you. he loves clinging to you with his hands on your body. eye contact isn't always necessary— his goal is to kiss you ! he's big on kisses, whether on the neck or lips, as long as he can kiss you during intimacy. a tease for him is to hold back kisses or just almost brush lips, which makes him beg with pleading eyes. while he's open to trying new positions, he always circles back to these favorites.

╰► when you’re riding him, and it becomes too much, he can’t help but to wrap you in a tight bear hug. he rocks with you, his head resting against the nook of your neck, his mouth pressed against your ear, lips brushing against the hair covering it as moans slip free—like he’s trying to hold back, but you’ve wrecked him just enough to break through. his moans are breathy, a little choked, gasping your name like it’s sacred, as if he’s breaking apart only to be put back together again. he gently tucks the hair behind your ear, and as you feel his breath against your skin, he just rocks you into him, while you’re caged between his strong arms, helpless and completely yours.

╰► his eyes are half-closed; or it's hard to keep them open when he’s feeling so good. his cheeks are flushed, and as pleasure builds he’ll keep thrusting into you. his half-soft cock still buried inside because he’s not ready to pull out yet. even when he’s overstimulated and barely able to get hard after his last orgasm, he’s relentless—settling for humping into you anyway because he’s far from done. he needs more of you, more of this craving that won’t let him stop, and there’s something irresistibly sexy about his desperation. you can feel it in the way he’s pounding into you, hungry and needy, and you squeeze down around him, fueling that fire even more.

♡︭ he can overstimulate the hell out of you without even realizing it, especially after finishing early. all he wants is to satisfy you properly :(( he promises he’ll make up for it if you let him; placing gentle, soft kisses from your belly to your inner thighs. his hands spread your thighs apart as he gets comfortable on his knees, giving your clit a tentative suck. he’s so eager to please, even if he hesitates at first, but with your hand resting on his head and encouraging words, he manages to make you finish on his tongue. moaning softly as he continues, not wanting to stop yet. your thighs tremble from pleasure and overload, but he’s relentless, eager to push you just a little further, unaware of how overwhelmed you’re becoming.

♡︭ has a reverse corruption kink? wants you to corrupt him fully and have your way with him

♡︭ during aftercare, he doesn’t want to move off you or let you get out of the bed— likes it when you touch his hair and let him put his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeats. will ofc clean you up and take a shower together if he has any energy left

++ bonus :: I think he would be a fan of mutual masturbation? he would love having your hand on top of his while you help jerk himself off