"daddy's home love bugs, go give him hugs 'nd kisses." ⎯ you're always the first one to notice michael's steps making their way to where his children are, and every single time he has to brace himself for your announcement before his children come running straight into his arms.

and whenever the kids has an exciting day, full of activities and laughs they always stumble over their words when they're trying to tell their father about their day. but luckily you're there to redirect them, "how 'bout you tell you're daddy 'bout touching the stingrays today," you gently urge prince when he's making himself breathless from telling his daddy about his day at the aquarium. but when you're too busy cutting up another piece of food for blanket, michael readjust himself.

Pairing: Michael x reader

Everyone knew Michael was terrible when it came to new technology. Hell, he didn't even know why he'd just bought the newest iPhone when he didn't know the first thing about phones or any of these gadgets the kids used these days. 

“Baby, c'mere," he called out from the bathroom, his voice as calm and soft as always as he tried his best to take the perfect mirror selfie. The camera zoomed so far that the only thing you could see was the upper half of his body. 

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.”

🪞⊹˙— **OFF THE RECORD : a list of oneshots inspired by some of my favorite songs. ׂׂૢ Pop in your earbuds and press play 🎵 ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ inside this playlist, you’ll find ten completely different vibes, moods, and eras mapping out the highs, the lows, and everything in between with your favorite boy.

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rules: minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! updates every day, feel free to send a request for more things like this <3

ׂׂૢ CHARACTERS: michael jackson (all eras!)

### 💿 NOW PLAYING...

🎵 **TRACK 01: BABY BE MINE. a dance session to Michael’s favorite new track quickly turns into a heated, breathless confession of feelings between two best friends

🎵 **TRACK 02: AS. Escaping the frantic energy of his skyrocketing solo career, Michael finds ultimate comfort celebrating with his chaotic, loving family.

🎵 **TRACK 03: OFF THE WALL. Trapped in a rigid, stuffy industry celebration, an entranced Michael Jackson escapes into the crowd to dance with a beautifully free stranger.

🎵 **TRACK 04: HE LOVES ME. Away from the roaring crowds of the Bad tour, Michael fully embraces his maturity on a lazy, rain-streaked morning.

🎵 **TRACK 05: FUTILE DEVICES.

coming soon….

🎵 **TRACK 06: ALL THE THINGS ( YOUR MAN WON’T DO).

coming soon….

🎵**TRACK 07: PRAY YOU CATCH ME.

coming soon….

🎵 **TRACK 08: LAST TIME (I SEEN THE SUN).

coming soon….

🎵 **TRACK 09: SPEED DEMON.

coming soon….

🎵 **TRACK 10: FREAK.

coming soon….

⋮ ⌗ 🏷️┆ sensitive! reader x jackie jackson, smut, oral (m receiving), verbal abuse, intense emotions, secret established relationship.

⋮ ⌗ doleuia┆ur allowed to take inspiration, but pls dont copy my entire work or republish it, not proofread. robbed yall from the full smut just bc im so mf lazyyy sorry.

"you ain't hitting that turn sharp enough, jackie. i saw you on the tape from the show you sloppy, and if you sloppy, the whole line looks sloppy!"

joseph’s voice rang through the bedroom, booming with a harsh, heavy weight as you sat crouched inside the dark, cramped space of jackie’s closet, surrounded by the heavy scent of his cologne and the slick fabrics of his stage shirts, you pressed your hands over your ears. through the slats of the closet door, you could see the rigid silhouette of jackie standing perfectly still, listening to his father rant on how he wasn't doing good enough.

"i didn't bring us all this way from gary for you to get soft now. you're the oldest. you need to act like it."

the finality of his words was followed by the slam of the bedroom door, leaving a tense silence.

the moment the door slammed, the tightness in your chest snapped. being an empath in a house full of suppressed tension was exhausting but hearing joseph speak to jackie with such cold cruelty really cut right through you.

a visible sadness washed over your face, your lips trembling into a heavy pout as you sat in the darkness.

you forced yourself to swallow down your tears, blinking furiously because you knew how much jackie hated to see you cry it only added to the burden he was already carrying.

the closet door swung open, flooding the small space with the warm amber light of his bedroom. jackie stood there, his chest still heaving slightly, but the moment his eyes fell on your pouted face that looked like you were going to break down at any second his own tense expression fell.

without a word, he reached down, gripped your waist gently, and pulled you out of the closet and straight into his chest.

"c'mere baby, i swear this gon' stop soon," he murmured, his voice softening into that protective, low tone he only used when you two were completely alone.

you buried your face in his shirt, entirely crumbling as a quiet sob escaped you. he held you tightly, letting you cry against his steady heartbeat for a long moment before gently pulling back, his large thumbs sweeping across your cheeks to wipe away the tears.

he looked down at you, clearly thinking your sensitivity was about the exhaustion of your hidden relationship and having to shove yourself into a dark closet just to see him. but you shook your head as more tears continued to spill. "no, no no, jackie! i hate the way he talks to you, it's not fair."

jackie blinked, caught completely off guard by the fact that your tears weren't for yourself, but for him. a small, faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a defense mechanism he used to brush off reality.

he reached out, his warm fingers gently wrapping around your chin to tilt your face up so you had no choice but to look directly into his eyes. "that aint nothin' to cry for," he murmured, his thumb stroking your jawline in a slow, reassuring rhythm. "i been stop letting what that man say get to my head, y/n. it's just business. i'm tough enough to take it."

he spoke the words with total calm, but you knew him better than that. in his household, emotions were treated like a liability. showing vulnerability meant you were weak, so jackie had spent his whole life building a wall around his feelings to protect his younger brothers.

you leaned forward colliding your lips as jackie's mouth moves over yours with a deep focus. it feels heavy, breathless, and reassuring, full of a solid, grounding heat that leaves you needy.

as he gave your chin a gentle squeeze, trying to wrap up the emotional moment with a quick glance at his wrist, he read the late 10s. "i gotta start getting you home before it gets too late, baby doll."

but looking at the subtle tiredness around his eyes, you weren't buying it. instead of moving toward the door, you slowly dropped to your knees on the carpet right in front of him. you wanted to take care of him, to give him the same overwhelming, selfless comfort he had given to you around two months ago when he first loved you with his mouth.

you looked up at him, your hands resting gently on his thighs. "please, jackie," you begged softly, your fingers beginning to slide up and down the rough denim of his jeans, rubbing his thighs in a slow, tempting rhythm.

jackie instantly caught your drift, his eyes darkening as he let out a low breath, shaking his head. "we gon' have to save that for another time, angel. I don't need that to feel better... I feel better with you just right here."

"I want to." jackie let out a strained laugh, trying to back down but clearly wavering as his hands came down to rest on your shoulders. "no. you don't even know what to do, little miss 'j-jackie! I think I'm bout' to pee,'" he mocked the panicked words from your very first orgasm.

your cheeks flared a bright crimson, and you slapped his thigh playfully. "It was my first time, that's not even funny!" you pouted, but you didn't move. you looked straight up into his eyes, letting your expression soften into a wide, doe-eyed gaze, your voice dropping to a whisper. "i'm serious. please, jackie? please?"

the heavy silence of the bedroom returned, thick and charged, as the soft carpet pressed against your knees. jackie's large hands stayed anchored on your shoulders, but his grip had shifted from a firm, defensive hold to something much more breathless. he looked down at you, his chest rising and falling beneath his patterned button down shirt as your hands continued their slow, rhythmic contrast against the rough denim of his jeans.

"you real stubborn, you know that?" he murmured, losing every ounce of its previous playfulness. the teasing grin was completely gone, replaced by a dark, intense focus that made your heart skip a beat.

he didn't pull away this time. instead, jackie slid his hands from your shoulders down to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling gently into your hair. the warmth of his palms grounded you instantly.

slowly, he leaned back slightly against the edge of his mattress, parting his thighs just enough to invite you closer into his space.

for as long as your relationship had gotten sexual, jackie had only gone down on you twice. you had absolutely enjoyed both times, but you didn't want your routine to just be him pleasing you and leaving with nothing. thats why you were going to make sure you did this right.

jackie bit down on his lip, watching you, his angel, about to work the magic he didn't even know you had but you continued to surprise him as you reached for the sturdy silver button of his jeans. the contrast between his heavy, muscular frame and your naturally soft, sensitive nature always felt magnified, but seeing the sharp line of his jaw relax left you to pop his pants button, the metallic click sounding incredibly loud in the quiet room, followed by the slow scratch of the zipper descending.

you pulled down his jeans, gazing at the bulge that was completely defined now that it was out of the denim. moving closer, you placed your teeth right on the hem of his boxers, sliding them down slowly as you remained locked in intense eye contact.

"mm, where you learn that from, gal?" he asked, his voice thick and strained. out of all his relationships, he’d never seen that trick before. you were completely amazing him, and your mouth wasn't even on his cock yet.

but as you finished pulling down his briefs, you let out a sudden yelp. The soft slap of the heavy, dark length of him spring free from the elastic of his boxers against your cheek.

jackie's protective worries kicked in instantly, his eyebrows knitting together but before he could apologize or pull back, you let out a low, soft giggle of approval and liking, letting him know you were completely okay.

"you full of surprises, huh?" he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. his brown eyes fixed on yours with a desperate, unblinking intensity.

you didn't answer with words. instead, you leaned in closer, your sensitive nature making you aware of every single shift in his body. the way his thighs twitched beneath your palms and the heavy, uneven pattern of his breathing. slowly, deliberately, you leaned forward and let the tip of your tongue brush against the very top of him.

"fuck..." he gasped, his voice cracking. jackie's head snapped back against the mattress behind him, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat.

a low, hungry sound vibrated in your throat, your lips parted, forming a soft 'O' and the friction of your soft lips as you took him in beginning to move your head in a slow, steady rhythm.

his eyes flew open to find yours again, desperate to keep that intense eye contact you’d started. right there... yeah, just like that," he whispered, his smooth charm completely reduced to breathless, desperate praise. "you're doing so good, angel. so good for me."

hearing his praise only made you bolder. you used your hand at his base to stroke the length while your mouth worked the top, mimicking the rhythm you had felt jackie use once. every time you went a little deeper, jackie’s chest would heave, his abdominal muscles tightening under his unbuttoned shirt as he absorbed the pure, unadulterated pleasure you were giving him.

the silence of the room was entirely replaced by the quiet, wet sounds of your affection and jackie's deep, stuttered breathing.

watching the flush creep up on your cheeks, completely captivated by the devotion in your gaze but as the friction began to take its toll, his breath hitched permanently as slid you slid your mouth off him with a slow, wet drag, a thin glisten of saliva trailing from your bottom lip to your chin as your thumb swept over the sensitive head.

jackie became completely captivated your gaze as the friction began to take its toll, his breath hitched permanently, his hips shuddering as he hit his limit.

"hold on, hold on, thats it baby," jackie panted, his hands suddenly gripping your shoulders to gently but firmly pull you back. he was shaking, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with heat and a profound, overwhelming tenderness.

he reached down, his fingers trembling slightly as he hooked them under your arms and lifted you off the floor, pulling you up onto the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your flush against his chest as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

"i can't let you finish me like that, not when it's your first time," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling vibration against your skin as his heart hammered.

he squeezed you tight, a long, deeply contented sigh leaving his lips. "just let me hold you like this for a minute. you did perfect, baby. more than perfect."

⋮ ⌗ 🏷️┆ sensitive! reader x jackie jackson, smut, oral (m receiving), verbal abuse, intense emotions, secret established relationship.

⋮ ⌗ doleuia┆ur allowed to take inspiration, but pls dont copy my entire work or republish it, not proofread. robbed yall from the full smut just bc im so mf lazyyy sorry.

"you ain't hitting that turn sharp enough, jackie. i saw you on the tape from the show you sloppy, and if you sloppy, the whole line looks sloppy!"

joseph’s voice rang through the bedroom, booming with a harsh, heavy weight as you sat crouched inside the dark, cramped space of jackie’s closet, surrounded by the heavy scent of his cologne and the slick fabrics of his stage shirts, you pressed your hands over your ears. through the slats of the closet door, you could see the rigid silhouette of jackie standing perfectly still, listening to his father rant on how he wasn't doing good enough.

"i didn't bring us all this way from gary for you to get soft now. you're the oldest. you need to act like it."

the finality of his words was followed by the slam of the bedroom door, leaving a tense silence.

the moment the door slammed, the tightness in your chest snapped. being an empath in a house full of suppressed tension was exhausting but hearing joseph speak to jackie with such cold cruelty really cut right through you.

a visible sadness washed over your face, your lips trembling into a heavy pout as you sat in the darkness.

you forced yourself to swallow down your tears, blinking furiously because you knew how much jackie hated to see you cry it only added to the burden he was already carrying.

the closet door swung open, flooding the small space with the warm amber light of his bedroom. jackie stood there, his chest still heaving slightly, but the moment his eyes fell on your pouted face that looked like you were going to break down at any second his own tense expression fell.

without a word, he reached down, gripped your waist gently, and pulled you out of the closet and straight into his chest.

"c'mere baby, i swear this gon' stop soon," he murmured, his voice softening into that protective, low tone he only used when you two were completely alone.

you buried your face in his shirt, entirely crumbling as a quiet sob escaped you. he held you tightly, letting you cry against his steady heartbeat for a long moment before gently pulling back, his large thumbs sweeping across your cheeks to wipe away the tears.

he looked down at you, clearly thinking your sensitivity was about the exhaustion of your hidden relationship and having to shove yourself into a dark closet just to see him. but you shook your head as more tears continued to spill. "no, no no, jackie! i hate the way he talks to you, it's not fair."

jackie blinked, caught completely off guard by the fact that your tears weren't for yourself, but for him. a small, faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a defense mechanism he used to brush off reality.

he reached out, his warm fingers gently wrapping around your chin to tilt your face up so you had no choice but to look directly into his eyes. "that aint nothin' to cry for," he murmured, his thumb stroking your jawline in a slow, reassuring rhythm. "i been stop letting what that man say get to my head, y/n. it's just business. i'm tough enough to take it."

he spoke the words with total calm, but you knew him better than that. in his household, emotions were treated like a liability. showing vulnerability meant you were weak, so jackie had spent his whole life building a wall around his feelings to protect his younger brothers.

you leaned forward colliding your lips as jackie's mouth moves over yours with a deep focus. it feels heavy, breathless, and reassuring, full of a solid, grounding heat that leaves you needy.

as he gave your chin a gentle squeeze, trying to wrap up the emotional moment with a quick glance at his wrist, he read the late 10s. "i gotta start getting you home before it gets too late, baby doll."

but looking at the subtle tiredness around his eyes, you weren't buying it. instead of moving toward the door, you slowly dropped to your knees on the carpet right in front of him. you wanted to take care of him, to give him the same overwhelming, selfless comfort he had given to you around two months ago when he first loved you with his mouth.

you looked up at him, your hands resting gently on his thighs. "please, jackie," you begged softly, your fingers beginning to slide up and down the rough denim of his jeans, rubbing his thighs in a slow, tempting rhythm.

jackie instantly caught your drift, his eyes darkening as he let out a low breath, shaking his head. "we gon' have to save that for another time, angel. I don't need that to feel better... I feel better with you just right here."

"I want to." jackie let out a strained laugh, trying to back down but clearly wavering as his hands came down to rest on your shoulders. "no. you don't even know what to do, little miss 'j-jackie! I think I'm bout' to pee,'" he mocked the panicked words from your very first orgasm.

your cheeks flared a bright crimson, and you slapped his thigh playfully. "It was my first time, that's not even funny!" you pouted, but you didn't move. you looked straight up into his eyes, letting your expression soften into a wide, doe-eyed gaze, your voice dropping to a whisper. "i'm serious. please, jackie? please?"

the heavy silence of the bedroom returned, thick and charged, as the soft carpet pressed against your knees. jackie's large hands stayed anchored on your shoulders, but his grip had shifted from a firm, defensive hold to something much more breathless. he looked down at you, his chest rising and falling beneath his patterned button down shirt as your hands continued their slow, rhythmic contrast against the rough denim of his jeans.

"you real stubborn, you know that?" he murmured, losing every ounce of its previous playfulness. the teasing grin was completely gone, replaced by a dark, intense focus that made your heart skip a beat.

he didn't pull away this time. instead, jackie slid his hands from your shoulders down to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling gently into your hair. the warmth of his palms grounded you instantly.

slowly, he leaned back slightly against the edge of his mattress, parting his thighs just enough to invite you closer into his space.

for as long as your relationship had gotten sexual, jackie had only gone down on you twice. you had absolutely enjoyed both times, but you didn't want your routine to just be him pleasing you and leaving with nothing. thats why you were going to make sure you did this right.

jackie bit down on his lip, watching you, his angel, about to work the magic he didn't even know you had but you continued to surprise him as you reached for the sturdy silver button of his jeans. the contrast between his heavy, muscular frame and your naturally soft, sensitive nature always felt magnified, but seeing the sharp line of his jaw relax left you to pop his pants button, the metallic click sounding incredibly loud in the quiet room, followed by the slow scratch of the zipper descending.

you pulled down his jeans, gazing at the bulge that was completely defined now that it was out of the denim. moving closer, you placed your teeth right on the hem of his boxers, sliding them down slowly as you remained locked in intense eye contact.

"mm, where you learn that from, gal?" he asked, his voice thick and strained. out of all his relationships, he’d never seen that trick before. you were completely amazing him, and your mouth wasn't even on his cock yet.

but as you finished pulling down his briefs, you let out a sudden yelp. The soft slap of the heavy, dark length of him spring free from the elastic of his boxers against your cheek.

jackie's protective worries kicked in instantly, his eyebrows knitting together but before he could apologize or pull back, you let out a low, soft giggle of approval and liking, letting him know you were completely okay.

"you full of surprises, huh?" he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. his brown eyes fixed on yours with a desperate, unblinking intensity.

you didn't answer with words. instead, you leaned in closer, your sensitive nature making you aware of every single shift in his body. the way his thighs twitched beneath your palms and the heavy, uneven pattern of his breathing. slowly, deliberately, you leaned forward and let the tip of your tongue brush against the very top of him.

"fuck..." he gasped, his voice cracking. jackie's head snapped back against the mattress behind him, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat.

a low, hungry sound vibrated in your throat, your lips parted, forming a soft 'O' and the friction of your soft lips as you took him in beginning to move your head in a slow, steady rhythm.

his eyes flew open to find yours again, desperate to keep that intense eye contact you’d started. right there... yeah, just like that," he whispered, his smooth charm completely reduced to breathless, desperate praise. "you're doing so good, angel. so good for me."

hearing his praise only made you bolder. you used your hand at his base to stroke the length while your mouth worked the top, mimicking the rhythm you had felt jackie use once. every time you went a little deeper, jackie’s chest would heave, his abdominal muscles tightening under his unbuttoned shirt as he absorbed the pure, unadulterated pleasure you were giving him.

the silence of the room was entirely replaced by the quiet, wet sounds of your affection and jackie's deep, stuttered breathing.

watching the flush creep up on your cheeks, completely captivated by the devotion in your gaze but as the friction began to take its toll, his breath hitched permanently as slid you slid your mouth off him with a slow, wet drag, a thin glisten of saliva trailing from your bottom lip to your chin as your thumb swept over the sensitive head.

jackie became completely captivated your gaze as the friction began to take its toll, his breath hitched permanently, his hips shuddering as he hit his limit.

"hold on, hold on, thats it baby," jackie panted, his hands suddenly gripping your shoulders to gently but firmly pull you back. he was shaking, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with heat and a profound, overwhelming tenderness.

he reached down, his fingers trembling slightly as he hooked them under your arms and lifted you off the floor, pulling you up onto the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your flush against his chest as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

"i can't let you finish me like that, not when it's your first time," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling vibration against your skin as his heart hammered.

he squeezed you tight, a long, deeply contented sigh leaving his lips. "just let me hold you like this for a minute. you did perfect, baby. more than perfect."

if you like the term, use it! if you don’t, don’t read the fics that use it! — it is simply NOT that difficult & shouldn’t be this huge of an argument… people act so entitled when it comes down to fanfic writers & i feel as though they forget that writing is not mandatory — it’s a hobby for those who thoroughly enjoy painting pictures with their words.

how about we stop ignoring the phrase “don’t like, don’t read” & stop interacting with things you don’t like, ‘kay? 🫩