alexa play everything pinka by monaleo

🍸🐆🪐✨-Imagine this—it’s been months since you’ve gone out, especially as a single woman. Between having your first son and breaking up with his father, you’d fallen into your own shadows. But tonight, you were finally stepping back into the spotlight with the help of your favorite brother-in-law, Michael, who did your makeup and picked out the perfect dress

But imagine the utter shock on your face when you arrived at the party, only to realize your child’s father was there too. The two of you stared at each other from across the room, the loud music and mingling crowd doing nothing to ease the tension between you. Rolling your eyes, you made your way to the bar and ordered a shot. You’d barely swallowed the vodka when you felt a warm, familiar hand settle against your lower back

“What are you doing here?”

Rolling your eyes as you pushed your shot glass “What do you want Jackie? And why the hell are you touching me?” You scrunched up your eyebrows feeling disgusted at his touch

He chuckled “I can’t touch you anymore?” Leaning against the glass of the bar to get a better look at you “You look gorgeous as always”

“I asked you what did you want?”

His tongue pressed into the side of his cheek as his eyes grazed from your face down to your oiled legs and thighs “I didn’t come over here to start with you, I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked tonight”

You weren’t falling for the bullshit. The last time the two of you had a conversation, it ended in a horrible argument—both of you swearing you hated each other and couldn’t stand to be in the same room. Some pretty unforgivable things had been said that night, so whatever sweet act he was trying to pull now wasn’t enough to make you forget it

“Jackie don’t pull that shit right now. Okay? I didn’t come out to be harassed by you so leave me the fuck alone!”

Scoffing as you grabbed your clutch and walked off, mingling into the crowd—leaving Jackie at the bar dumbfounded

It didn’t take long for you to loosen up, you quickly fell in with the rest of the atmosphere and danced to some of your favorite songs. It took a couple more shots but it worked. Every few glances you and Jackie made eye contact with each other, you knew the look on his face too well. Typical jealous!jackie in action. Especially because you were dancing with another man

You’d never tell him this, but you missed the way he used to hold you when the two of you danced. The warmth of his hands, the intoxicating cologne he wore that you loved, and how easy it was to fall back into his rhythm like no time had passed

You’d never admit it, but you loved making Jackie jealous. After everything the two of you had been through, it felt good knowing he still cared. As you slow danced with another man, you felt his hands gradually slipping lower. You had absolutely no interest in him, but this was your way of forcing yourself back out there even if your attention was still somewhere else

Tensing up as he pulled you in close and his lips just inches away from your neck. You gasped out of surprise instead of being turned on unsure what you should’ve done you went along with it

That only lasted a few seconds before you suddenly felt a pair of hands snatch you away. Of course, it was Jackie making you instantly upset “What the fuck are you doing?!” you snapped, yanking yourself away from him

“You’re drunk. Let’s go”

“She doesn’t need a babysitter” the man stated trying to place his hands back on your hips. Jackie didn’t hesitate to start a fight with the man, his first punch sending him to the floor

You stomped your foot and yelled as you stormed off, feeling so embarrassed that Jackie would go this far to humiliate you. Once Jackie realized you walked off he quickly trailed behind you and grabbed at your forearm “Baby—wait”

“Get off of me!” Pulling your arm away “Why would you do that?!”

He had an answer but he refused to say anything, instead just stared at you with an emotionless reply. Cocking your jaw to the side you rolled your eyes “Typical Jackie. Selfish ass nigga as always”

He followed you outside as you tried to catch a cab home. Sighing hard “Let me take you home”

“No, I’m a grown ass woman I can take myself home”

“Listen, I know you’re mad at me but I’m not about to let you go home in a random cab by yourself. You’re drunk!”

“Fuck you Jackie!”

Scoffing, he pulled his car keys from his pocket, shaking his head as he headed toward his car “Get in the car”

You stared at him in disbelief as he opened the passenger door for you. “Get in the car” he repeated, his tone firmer this time leaving little room for argument

“I’m not repeating myself again. If you don’t get in I’m putting you in myself”

The entire car ride back to your house the two of you argued. You couldn’t wait to get away from Jackie. As soon as you arrived home you slammed his door shut and stumbled inside “Quit slamming my door you know I hate that shit!”

“Kiss my ass Jackie” you retorted as you unlocked your front door. You attempted to slam the door in his face but he blocked in as he barged inside. Still running his mouth as he followed you upstairs

“What the fuck is your problem with me?! Huh!?” Slamming your bedroom door behind him

“You embarrassed me! That’s the problem and how dare you make that big ass scene like I’m still your woman”

“You are my woman” he said with emphasis as he pulled you in by your hips “You think I was gonna sit back and watch another man make a move on you right in front of my face??” He chuckled sarcastically “you must be crazy as hell”

“I’m NOT your woman!”

You tried to pull away but Jackie grabbed you by your wrist and restrained you against the wall “I’m sick of you and this smart ass mouth of yours! I let you get away with so much tonight”

“Fuck you! Are you crazy??”

“Fuck me?? It’s fuck me now?!” He chuckled

Just then he locked the door and picked you up and threw you on the bed. Ripping your dress off and making the zipper hit the ground, quickly he exposed your naked body and admired your backside as he completely undressed himself

“Finna put this shit to bed right now—I’m so sick of your smart ass mouth”

Jackie ran his tongue from your lower back all the way up your spine until he reached the side of your face, roughly pulling your hair back so he could see your face. Kissing you aggressively before he spit in your mouth and commanded you to swallow it

A smile spread on his face watching you fall into his submission. Just then he grabbed his dick and slammed himself inside of you hearing you scream out as he began fucking you “J-Jackie!” You managed to scream out

“Mm” he shook his head as he pressed your faces together with his hand gripped around your throat “Shut that shit up—you had so much mouth for me I don’t wanna hear it”

His dick continuously was pumped in and out of you. Both of your bodies pressed tightly together. Jackie noticed your hand relentlessly moving around so he interlinked your fingers together. Your moaning was so strong he could feel them radiating off your skin to his

“Keep talking that shit like you did earlier mama” he taunted

You scrambled trying to get your words out “I—I missed this so much daddy” you whined

“I miss you too baby. I missed you so much” he groaned kissing at the side of your face

Now standing, Jackie hovered over you as he forced you into doggystyle—smacking your ass repeatedly before he proceeded to fuck you. Hands digging deep into your sides as he continued digging inside you. Watching you grip the sheets and mess up the bed

“You still hate me?” Jackie asked

“Oh my god—f’ no!” You whimpered

“I missed this pussy so much, I love the way you take my dick”

Jackie used one hand to grip your waist while the other pulled at your scalp “You’re so deep” you cried out “fuuuck” tears starting to make your vision blurry as they began spilling over

Spreading your legs further apart he slid deeper inside of you and fucked you harder, every few strokes you felt his balls slapping against your clitoris making you even more insane. You buried your face in the comforter as your saliva began spilling out

“I know you not done yet pretty girl, all that shit you been talking to me and you giving up??”

“Jackie I need to cum so bad, please”

“This pussy still mine?” He asked tauntingly

“It’s always been yours”

His hand returned back around your throat forcing you to project “I didn’t hear you” he lied with a smirk plastered on his face “Say it again”

“I said it’s always been yours!” Your voice now cracking

“Damn right it is, cause you know this dick belong to you still”

Gripping at both your cheeks and spreading them slightly “Ah shit” he moaned putting his head back “I’m about to cum baby, you cumming with me?” He tirelessly asked

Unexpectedly you gripped the sheets and began throwing your ass back chasing your own orgasm. Biting at the sheets and crying out as your legs began shaking and your stomach tightened. Jackie bit on his bottom lip as he watched, encouraging you with his “mhm” “mhm” “Just like that mama”

The two of you came all over each other. Jackie made sure to keep fucking you through your peak as he filled you up. Releasing all of his pent up emotions towards you. Still inside of you as he continue to dig inside you “I missed this pussy so much” he whined

Now lying side by side, Jackie brushed his fingers against your cheek as the two of you stared at each other admiring you “Can you hold me please?” You asked. Quickly he took you in his embrace, kissing your forehead “I love you”

“I love you too Sigmund”

Jackie smiled to himself when you called him by his actual name, you only ever did that when you meant it. Somewhere between the quiet conversation and lingering closeness, the two of you eventually dozed off together, with the sun only hours away from rising

Meanwhile, Michael was in the room just below the two of you, rocking his nephew as he paced with the white telephone pressed to his ear, talking to LaToya

“They gon’ need some help around here if that’s how they make up” he joked, glancing down at his nephew. “And you? You gon’ have a loooot of siblings coming behind you” He chuckled gently bouncing him in his arms

𓊆 FINE WINE𓊇 - JACKIE J

《 pairing: jackie jackson x blackfem!reader

《 warning: suggestive, making out, bit of a age gap

《 a/n: the older the better am I right?

The lounge was dim and smoky, the kind of place where the lighting was low enough to hide secrets and the music was smooth enough to melt tension.

Velvet booths lined the walls, and the bar glowed with amber bottles backlit by soft gold.

The Jackson brothers had claimed a corner booth, their laughter and easy banter drawing glances from across the room.

Jackie, sharp as ever, with a salt-and-pepper beard that framed his handsome face and eyes that still held that old-school charm leaned back in his seat, a glass of cognac swirling in his hand.

He was dressed sharp, a black turtleneck under a tailored blazer, looking every bit the distinguished gentleman.

His brothers, however, were not letting him live in peace.

"Man, you old as hell," Jermaine teased, nudging Tito with his elbow. "When's the last time you even talked to a woman?"

Jackie scoffed, taking a slow sip of his drink. "I get plenty of attention, thank you very much."

"From who? AARP meetings?" Marlon laughed, and the others joined in.

"Very funny," Jackie said, shaking his head, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of insecurity he quickly masked with a smirk. "I could still pull a PYT if I wanted to. Easy."

"Sure, Jackie," Michael said, his voice soft but teasing. "Whatever you say."

"You don't believe me?" Jackie challenged, sitting up straighter.

"I believe you could pull a nice church lady," Tito said. "Maybe a librarian. But a PYT? Nah. You past your prime, big bro."

Jackie's jaw tightened, but before he could retort, the energy in the room shifted.

Heads turned toward the entrance, and a hush fell over the nearest tables.

You walked in like you owned the place.

Hips swaying in a curve-hugging black dress that stopped mid-thigh, heels that added four inches to your already impressive height.

You scanned the room with a confidence that made men straighten their postures and women narrow their eyes.

Your gaze landed on the booth of Jackson brothers, and you smirked.

You'd heard the teasing. And you'd locked eyes with the oldest one, he could use a little trouble.

You made your way over, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor in a rhythm that matched the bassline of the music.

"Well, well, well," you said, stopping at the edge of their booth.

"If it isn't the Jackson brothers. Y'all look like you're having a good time."

The brothers exchanged glances, grins spreading across their faces. Jackie, however, was frozen, his eyes fixed on you.

"We were just discussing our brother's... romantic prospects," Jermaine said, gesturing toward Jackie. "Or lack thereof."

"Is that so?" You turned your full attention to Jackie, a playful glint in your eye. "And what did you conclude?"

"They think I'm too old to pull a baddie," Jackie said, his voice steady despite the slight tension in his shoulders. "What do you think?"

You tilted your head, looking him up and down with deliberate slowness. You took in the sharp cut of his blazer, the way his hands cradled the glass, the confidence he was trying so hard to project.

"I think," you said, stepping closer, "they're out of their damn minds."

Jackie's eyebrows rose. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." You leaned in, resting your hand on the back of the booth beside his head, boxing him in. "You look like you've been aging like fine wine. And I'm a woman who appreciates a good vintage."

The brothers erupted in a chorus of "ooohs" and laughter, but Jackie barely heard them. His eyes were locked on yours, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"You hear that?" he said, glancing at his brothers without breaking eye contact with you. "Fine wine. She wants a drink."

"I didn't say I wanted a drink," you corrected, your voice dropping to a purr. "I said I want the drink. You."

Jackie's smile widened. He set his glass down and stood, towering over you now, his presence commanding.

"Y'all hear that?" he called out to his brothers, his confidence restored. "She wants me."

"Don't let it go to your head," you said, poking his chest with a manicured nail. "I'm still deciding if you're worth the effort."

"Oh, I'm worth it," he said, his voice low, meant only for you. "But I'm happy to prove it."

He reached out, his hand finding your waist, pulling you gently but firmly against him. You didn't resist. In fact, you leaned into him, your body molding against his.

"Prove it, then," you whispered, your lips inches from his.

He didn't hesitate. His hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, and he kissed you.

It wasn't a gentle first kiss. It was deep, demanding, hungry kiss. His tongue swept against yours, tasting of cognac and something darker, something that made your knees weak.

Your hands fisted in his blazer, pulling him closer, and you kissed him back with equal fervor.

The brothers hooted and hollered, but the two of you were lost in your own world.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard, your lips swollen, your eyes hazy.

"Damn," you breathed.

"Told you," he said, a cocky grin on his face.

"Don't get too cocky," you warned, but you were smiling. "That was just the appetizer. The main course is still up for debate."

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made your heart flutter. "Then let's get out of here and I'll show you what a fine wine can really do."

You glanced back at his brothers, who were watching with a mix of shock and amusement. You winked at them.

"Your brother's coming with me," you said. "Try not to wait up."

Jackie and reader finally have some time to themselves so they decide to go out of town. Katherine makes Jackie bring his siblings with him so that she can have some peace and quiet. Reader wants to cancel the romantic getaway and reschedule but Jackie insists that they have it anyways. So Jackie and Reader have their romantic weekend with his siblings around 😂😂

𓊈 TAGGING ALONG 𓊉 - JACKIE J

ʚ pairing: jackie jackson x blackfem!reader

ʚ warning: smut, establishment relationship, explicit content, Jackson’s chaos, fluff, jackie being sick of all of his brothers, no michael bc he had better things to do

ʚ a/n: hope yall find this funny

You had been dreaming about this weekend for weeks. Just you, Jackie, and a luxurious cabin nestled in the mountains, miles away from his chaotic household.

Romantic walks, candlelit dinners, and endless hours of uninterrupted passion.

It was going to be your first real getaway as a couple, and your body was already tingling with anticipation.

That was, until Katherine got involved.

"Jackie, baby, take your brothers with you," she said with that tired, no-nonsense tone.

"I need a break. Just a few days of peace and quiet. They'll behave, I promise."

You watched Jackie's jaw tighten as he held the phone away from his ear, letting out a long, deflated sigh.

He looked at you with apologetic eyes, and you immediately felt your dream weekend crumbling. When he hung up, you crossed your arms.

"Jackie, we can just reschedule," you suggested softly. "I don't want to share you with a bunch of rowdy boys."

But Jackie shook his head, stepping forward and pulling you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"No. We're going. They'll be on their best behavior. I promise, baby. We'll still have our fun."

Oh, how wrong he was.

The drive up to the cabin was a circus. Tito was blasting music from his boombox, Jermaine and Randy were bickering, and Marlon kept asking "Are we there yet?" every ten minutes.

You and Jackie sat in the front, your hand resting on his thigh, squeezing it every time your eye twitched.

He just gave you a reassuring smile, but you could both feel the tension building.

When you finally arrived at the beautiful cabin, you took a deep breath.

Okay, you thought, we can salvage this. You imagined Jackie leading you to the master bedroom, shutting the door, and locking out the world.

But as soon as Jackie grabbed your hand and started pulling you toward a quiet corner of the porch, a squeal interrupted you.

"Jackie! Jackie! There's a snake in the backyard!" Marlon yelled, tearing through the screen door, effectively ruining the mood. Jackie sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I'll handle it."

By evening, you both tried again. You had slipped away to the upstairs balcony, the moonlight casting a golden glow over the trees.

Jackie wrapped his arms around you from behind, his lips grazing your neck just enough to make your knees weak.

You moaned softly, leaning your head back against his chest, ready to turn around and kiss him senseless.

Suddenly, the door burst open. "Hotdogs are ready!" Jermaine shouted.

You and Jackie pulled apart, your cheeks flushed with a mix of heat and pure, unadulterated frustration. He clenched his fists, muttering, "I swear..."

The hot tub was the last straw.

You and Jackie finally managed to get everyone to settle down in the living room, promising them they could watch any movie they wanted.

You set up the popcorn, put on their favorite record, and told them you were both going to "soak" for a bit. They grumbled but stayed put.

Feeling hopeful, you slipped into the steaming hot water wearing a tiny two-piece, and Jackie followed, his swim trunks doing little to hide his eager arousal.

He wrapped his arms around you, his hands sliding down your slick skin to grip your ass, pressing you tight against him.

You gasped as you felt his hardness pressing into your stomach, and he grinned, leaning in for a deep, hungry kiss.

The porch door slammed open.

"Jackie! The movie's over and Tito wants to see his show!" Randy whined, stomping his feet.

"RANDY!" Jackie roared, but the boy was already gone.

That was it.

Jackie grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the hot tub, his face set in stone. "We're locking the door. I don't care what anyone needs."

You giggled nervously, but your heart was racing as he dragged you through the cabin and into the master bedroom.

He shut the door, turned the lock, and pressed his back to it, his chest heaving with raw, pent-up desire.

"Finally," he growled, his voice low.

You barely had time to react before he crossed the room, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you with a ferocity that made your toes curl.

His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of champagne and a whole lot of frustration.

He pulled the damp strings of your bikini top loose, letting it fall to the floor, and his calloused hands immediately found your breasts, thumbing your nipples with a rough urgency.

"I've been waiting all day," you breathed, backing up until your knees hit the plush bed.

"And you're gonna get it," he promised, shedding his swim trunks and revealing his thick, eager cock.

You fell onto the bed, spreading your legs wide, your wet bottoms already soaked with more than just hot tub water.

Jackie crawled over you, his skin slick, and brought his lips to your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll forget they're even here."

He didn't wait for a reply. He dragged your bikini bottoms aside and slammed into you in one smooth, punishing thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

You cried out, your back arching off the mattress as he filled you completely.

The bed squeaked rhythmically against the floor, your moans muffled by his mouth as he kissed you to silence any noise that might escape.

His hips rolled with relentless precision, each stroke hitting that perfect spot that made your vision haze over.

"Say my name," he growled, his teeth grazing your ear. "Tell me how good I feel."

You whimpered, your nails digging into the flesh of his back. "Jackie... Jackie, yes, right there..."

He rutted into you with a primal desperation, the tension of the day fueling every thrust.

You came undone beneath him, your walls clenching around his length, your body shuddering as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

Jackie followed close behind, burying his face in your neck as he spilled himself deep inside you, his body trembling with the force of his release.

For a moment, the world was silent. Just the sound of your ragged breathing and the beating of your hearts.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Jackie! Jermaine is hogging the bathroom! Can I use yours?"

You both froze, then burst into breathless laughter, collapsing against each other.

The fantasy of a quiet, romantic weekend felt a million miles away, but lying in the aftermath of his passionate release, your bodies tangled together, you found that the chaos didn't matter.

🍫a/n:I’m so honored😩🙏🏾I hope I did this justice and I absolutely LOVED this request. I got carried away😓I was in flow state bc I got Jill Scott album playing.

🍫pairings: Michael Jackson(thrad) x black!reader

🍫contains: Explicit content, strong language, lowkey, answering the phone during intercourse, caught otp during intercourse, thick!reader, empathetic!reader, sensitive!reader

🍫summary: read the request!

summary: Michael takes a needed day off and he teaches you some things

warnings: firearms & shooting

notes: part five of the jackson’s, read part four here

morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, warming the room as you slowly opened your eyes and rolled over in bed to be met by michael smiling “OH! MCIHAEL!” you yelped

“baby what are you doing here?” you asked sitting up “i decided to take a off day so we can spend some time with you”

you reached over and placed the back of your hand against his forehead “hat are you doing?” he questioned “checking for a fever” you replied

Michael laughed so hard he had to lean back against the headboard “I don’t have a fever angel face” “you sure?” “yes i’m sure”

you smiled to yourself “well… i guess i can spare some time for you”

he raised an eyebrow. “oh, you can?” “well of course only because your schedule finally opened up”

Michael shook his head, smiling as he leaned over and kissed your forehead

“how generous of you sugar bear” he began to trail kisses along your jaw “i’m thinking we go out for dinner in a few, shop a little and maybe go to my family’s range and i can teach you some things”

you pulled back just enough to look at him “the range?” he nodded “yeah i want to teach you a few things” “…like what?” “how to handle a gun and a pocket knife sugar bear”

the playfulness on your face faded and Michael’s expression softened “i’m not asking because I expect you to become one of us, i’m asking because you’re going to be my wife and if something ever happens…i want you to know how to protect yourself until i can get to you”

you studied his face for a hot second

“this isn’t one of those cute little fiancé dates, is it?” “unfortunately no, it’s one of the most important dates we’ll ever have”

you sighed and turned onto your side, your back facing him “I was hoping you were gonna say a picnic or something” “we can do that too”

“with sandwiches and dessert?” “anything you want” he said and placed a kiss on your shoulder and the neck “now you’re negotiating” you said turning around “thought so”

you leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss “…fine” “really?” “yeah, but if I break a nail out there…” he grinned “i’ll pay for you to get a new manicure on the way home”

“and?” “and I’ll carry your shopping bags” “and?” he laughed “i’ll cook dinner tonight”

you folded your arms “you don’t cook” “i’ll… order dinner tonight” “there you go”

he laughed again before wrapping his arms around your waist “so…we’ve got ourselves a date?”

you smiled and nodded “we’ve got ourselves a date” “good” he kissed your forehead “now get all dolled up before I change my mind and keep you in bed all day”

the moment Michael parked, the distant sound of gunfire echoed through the air

you looked over at him “so… somebody beat us here” Michael nodded “looks like it”

the two of you climbed out of the truck, Michael walked around to your side, automatically reaching for your hand before the two of you started down the gravel path leading to the range

“You nervous?” he asked “a little” he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze “don’t be i’m not expecting perfection, i just want you to be comfortable.”

“and if I hate it?” he looked at you “you don’t really have a choice..”

as the two of you rounded the corner, another series of gunshots rang out

standing alone in one of the lanes was Marlon, apair of earmuffs rested over his ears as he emptied the last few rounds from his pistol

he lowered the gun before noticing the two of you walking toward him, he pulled off on of his earmuffs “well look who it is”

Michael smiled “didn’t know you’d be here”

Marlon shrugged “needed to blow off some steam” he ejected the magazine from the pistol before setting it on the shooting bench “it’s been one of those days”

he looked over at you “so…you finally letting her shoot?” Michael nodded

“it’s about damn time” Marlon chuckled “i’ve been telling you to teach her for months” “i know, i should’ve done it sooner”

Marlon walked over, giving you a quick side hug “you nervous?” “a little” he grinned “good” you gave him a look “that’s supposed to make me feel better?” “no, it means you’ll respect the weapon”

Michael nodded in agreement “confidence comes later”

the three of you continued walking farther down the range until you reached an empty lane

Marlon leaned against the shooting bench, folding his arms. “imma hang around for a bit” he looked between the two of you “watch her first lesson and judge it ya’know”

Michael smiled “as long as you don’t distract her.”

“welI…Speaking of distractions.”

Michael sighed “what now?” “we’ve got another problem with the Osmonds” “they moved again?” Marlon nodded “early this morning. they’ve been asking questions about one of our shipping route”

Michael let out a quiet breath “we’ll deal with it tomorrow.” “you sure?” “yes i’m sure, today’s my day off”

Marlon raised an eyebrow “you’re actually taking one?”

Michael looked over at you. “yeah just for her…”

Marlon couldn’t help but grin “Joseph’s gonna lose his mind when he finds out” “i don’t care about him right now, if he was here i wouldn’t bat a eye if she actually shot him in the foot”

Michael muttered and turned back toward you, picking up a pair of protective earmuffs and gently placing them over your ears, adjusting them until they fit comfortably

Michael walked over to the shooting bench and picked up a handgun before turning back toward you.

he didn’t hand it to you right away, instead, he rested it on the table between you.

“the first lesson has nothing to do with shooting” you looked at him curiously and he pointed to the pistol

“never assume it’s unloaded, no matter who hands it to you, no matter where you find it”

he picked it up again, keeping it pointed safely downrange

“but the very first thing you do…” he pressed a small button on the side “is remove the magazine” it slid into his other hand

“ghen…” he pulled the slide back and locked it open “…you check the chamber”

he tilted it slightly so you could see inside “magazine out. chamber clear, now you know it’s safe and empty”

you nodded, paying close attention, Michael smiled “now...your turn”

carefully, he handed you the unloaded pistol, your movements slow and deliberate as you repeated exactly what he’d shown you

“magazine out…” you removed it “lock the slide back…” a little more effort than you expected, but you managed. “and…” you looked into the chamber “clear?”

Michael’s smile widened “perfect”

Marlon, leaning against the bench a few feet away, nodded approvingly “not bad for your first time, mike did horrible his first”

a tiny smile crossed your face as Michael reached for a loaded magazine resting on the table “now i’ll show you how to load it”

he demonstrated slowly, pressing the magazine firmly into the grip until it clicked “you always make sure it’s seated” he gave the magazine a gentle tug “and if it comes out…” he shrugged “it’s not in correctly”

he pulled the slide back and released it“the round chambers, now it’s ready”

he immediately engaged the safety “and until you’re ready to fire…” he tapped it with his thumb “the safety stays on”

you repeated every step under his watchful eye. Michael corrected the angle of your wrist once and adjusted your grip another time, then smiled “you’re catching on so far”

he stepped behind you “alright”

his chest lightly brushed against your back as he gently repositioned your stance “feet about shoulder width apart”

he nudged one of your feet with his own “there, lean forward just a little”

he reached around you, carefully placing your hands where they needed to be on the grip “keep both hands firm but don’t squeeze so hard that your arms lock up, happened to Jermaine once”

he slowly lifted the pistol with you “now…” he pointed toward the paper target hanging several yards away

“focus on the front sight, not the target..the target will be blurry, the sight won’t”

you took a slow breath “i think i got it”

Michael stepped just slightly to the side but kept one hand lightly at your waist “okay sugar bear, whenever you’re ready”

you gently squeezed the trigger

BANG !

the recoil caught you completely off guard you let out a tiny yelp as you stumbled backward a step. Michael was already there, steadying you before you could lose your balance

across the lane Marlon burst into laughter “i’m sorry!” he laughed, holding his stomach “i really am!”

you turned to glare at him, playfully pointing the pistol at his foot “…you done?”

he held up both hands “i’m done..i promise” another chuckle slipped out and you rolled your eyes

Micheal squeezed your waist “ignore him, everybody reacts like that their first time, you did exactly what I expected”

“i looked ridiculous” “you looked surprised” “there’s a difference”

he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face “and for the record…” he glanced downrange “you still hit the target”

your eyes widened “I did?” Michael pointed toward the paper and sure enough a single hole sat just inside the outer scoring rings

it wasn’t perfect but it was on the paper

a grin slowly spread across your face “i hit it!” Michael couldn’t hide how proud he looked “i told you”

Marlon folded his arms with an approving nod “beginner’s luck”

you looked over your shoulder “don’t make me shoot at you next”

Marlon raised both hands dramatically “see? she’s already getting the hang of it”

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، summary𓈒 jackie is late for your date (bars)

، pairing𓈒 bf!jackie Jackson x gf!black!fem!reader

، warnings𓈒 no use of y/n, 18+ mdni, fingering, clit play, public, soft dom!jackie, little to no plot fr.

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Beach Picnic

BlackfemreaderxJackieJackson

The beach was supposed to be peaceful.

That was the plan, anyway.

Instead, you found yourself sprinting across warm sand with Jackie Jackson laughing so hard he could barely breathe as a stubborn seagull proudly flew away with an entire bag of kettle chips.

“I told you not to leave the bag open!” you yelled between laughs.

“I thought it wanted to be friends!” Jackie defended himself, pointing dramatically toward the bird. “How was I supposed to know he was a criminal?”

“You got robbed by a bird.”

“I got jumped.”

You doubled over laughing, your curls bouncing in the ocean breeze while Jackie tried to look offended. It lasted all of five seconds before he started laughing with you.

“I can’t believe this is how our picnic started.”

“It builds character,” he shrugged.

“Oh, does it?”

“Absolutely.”

“You sound ridiculous.”

“And yet you’re still hanging out with me.”

“…Fair point.”

You both wandered back toward your picnic blanket, still giggling.

The blanket looked surprisingly untouched considering the chaos. A little cooler sat beside it, packed with fruit, sandwiches, lemonade, and homemade brownies. Jackie dramatically dusted invisible sand off the blanket before motioning for you to sit.

“Your throne, m’lady.”

“Oh, now you have manners?”

“I’ve always had manners.”

“You literally chased a seagull screaming ‘Run me my chips!’”

“…That was self defense.”

You couldn’t even argue because the memory made you laugh all over again.

As you sat down, Jackie handed you a cup of lemonade.

The sun reflected beautifully against the water, and the salty breeze kept the summer heat from becoming overwhelming.

He looked over at you for a moment.

“You know…”

“What?”

“That yellow sundress looks really nice on you.”

You smiled.

“So do you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little shy.

“I was trying to give you the compliment.”

“I know.”

“You weren’t supposed to uno reverse me.”

“You’ll survive.”

“Barely.”

You bumped your shoulder against his.

“You talk big for someone who just lost a fight with a seagull.”

“…Okay, can we retire that story?”

“No.”

“I’ll never know peace.”

“Not today.”

After lunch, the two of you wandered closer to the shoreline.

The water rushed over your feet, cool against the hot sand.

Jackie suddenly scooped up a handful of water.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I absolutely would.”

“You better not”

Splash.

Cold water soaked the bottom of your dress.

You gasped dramatically.

“Oh.”

Jackie’s grin immediately widened.

“Oh?”

“So that’s how we’re playing?”

He took one step backward.

“…Now hold on.”

Too late.

You splashed him with enough water to completely soak the front of his shirt.

He stared at himself.

Then back at you.

Then burst into laughter.

“Oh, it’s on.”

The next ten minutes became an all out splash war.

Neither of you won.

Both of you ended up drenched.

By the time you finally gave up, you collapsed into the sand, laughing until your stomach hurt.

Jackie flopped down beside you.

“I think…”

He paused to catch his breath.

“…we’re the loudest people on this beach.”

“You think?”

“I’ve accepted it.”

You turned your head toward him.

“You know…”

“Hm?”

“I’m really glad we came.”

His smile softened.

“Me too.”

For a while, neither of you spoke.

The waves rolled in and out.

Children laughed somewhere farther down the shore.

Music drifted faintly from another family having a cookout.

It was one of those rare moments where everything felt simple.

Jackie eventually sat up.

“Race you to the water.”

“You already know I’m faster.”

“You sound confident.”

“I am.”

He stood.

“You ready?”

“Were you born ready to lose?”

“Oh, that’s disrespectful.”

He counted dramatically.

“Three…”

You crouched slightly.

“Two…”

He pointed suspiciously.

“No cheating.”

“I make no promises.”

“One…”

Before he could even yell “Go,” you took off running.

“HEY!” Jackie shouted, chasing after you.

“THAT’S CHEATING!”

“You said no promises!”

“You can’t just”

He caught up just enough to splash water toward you as you both stumbled into the surf, laughing louder than anyone around you.

Hours later, the sky turned shades of orange, pink, and lavender.

Back on the blanket, wrapped in oversized towels, the two of you shared the last brownie while watching the sunset melt into the ocean.

Jackie nudged your shoulder.

“I’ve decided.”

“Oh?”

“Next beach trip…”

He paused dramatically.

“…we’re bringing extra chips.”

“For us?”

“For the seagulls.”

You stared at him.

“So you’re rewarding the thief?”

“I’m choosing diplomacy.”

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your brownie.

“You are impossible.”

“Maybe.”

He smiled warmly.

“But impossible days usually end up being the most memorable.”

Looking out at the glowing horizon, with sand between your toes, your curls catching the evening breeze, and Jackie still grinning beside you, you couldn’t help but agree.

Some of the best memories weren’t the perfectly planned ones.

 Michael Jackson

Synopsis: Based off of this ask. Mike kept his word with Break of Dawn

Pairing: Mature era Michael Jackson x black fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut and more smut. So much smut. So much filth. So much nastiness. Prepare yourself. MDNI I will find you, and when I find you...I will end you.

Drea's Note: Beneath the break lies the nastiest, filthiest, raunchiest thing I have ever adjusted my fingers to type out on a keyboard into a document. I am ashamed of myself for fulfilling this request (a lie) ENJOY. motavaation, motavaetion, motavaetion!!!

What if reader and Jackie were in a relationship and decided to wait till marriage BUT, reader put it on him their wedding night. She logged every stolen glance, short yet electrifying touch, and hungry gaze they ever shared over their relationship and finally released it. And they get Nyasty.👀👀

Also, thank you so much for the time and care you put into your fics, it is much appreciated.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧| 𝐉.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

The headboard above your head constantly slammed into the wall, the tempo matching the pace of Jackie slamming in and out of you, drowning out your whining and moaning. Your nails dug into his back, desperately trying to grasp onto his body

Jackie’s lips pressed into your skin, sloppily kissing at your jawline—feeling his moaning radiating onto your skin. Subtle “mmhm” sounds being made often. “Baby look at me”

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. The first thing you noticed was the way Jackie was looking at you. His eyes were impossibly soft, overflowing with admiration and tenderness. Devotion written softly in his gaze. His soft brown eyes making you weaker than you’ve ever felt before, enough to make you reach your peak for the second time already

“Can you feel me mama?” He asked, breathless and voice deeper than what you’d grown accustomed to hearing

You nodded your head in agreement, positioning your nails over his face, feeling the built up sweat collecting. He couldn’t help himself—licking his lips as he watched your breasts bounce in response to how hard he was fucking you “This is what you wanted from me right?” He groaned as he turned his face towards your palm before kissing it

“Baby please don’t stop—please” you begged

The sound of his dick thrusting inside of you started off subtle but quickly grew louder with each passing as your pussy began leaking. Each orgasm that you had allowed his dick to slip inside of you with ease. His eyes rolled back and his groaning became more intense “Fuck you feel so good” he groaned

Your legs trembled under Jackie and your whimpering had became more desperate. Just then Jackie began sucking on your nipples while still inside you, placing his hand around your neck for support “You cumming for me again pretty girl?”

“Can I cum on you daddy??” You whimpered

“Make a mess” kissing on your neckline while pushing your knees into your chest and fucking you harder. Unable to fight back your urge, your eyebrows scrunched and toes balled up—shaking harder than before as you came all over Jackie. Screaming & pleading for him “Keep fucking me!”

“Just like that” he grunted “You can take it right?”

Your walls clenched tightly around his dick making him slowly begin to reach his peak. Biting on your neck resisting the temptation to nut in you “Where you want it baby?”

“My face” biting down on your lip

Suddenly Jackie pulled out and hovered over you, breathing heavy as he started to jerk himself off “You sure this is what you want?”

You sat up against the headboard watching him please himself, “All of it” . Just then Jackie hovered over you with one hand resting onto the headboard, stroking his dick faster. Gritting his teeth as he felt the urge to cum build up, coming in fast “stick it out for me baby”

Following his orders you extended your jaw, listening to his fapping sounds getting louder—his whimpering getting more desperate as he watched his cum splatter over your lips. Still stroking himself, dropping his gaze towards you as he watched you swallow

Biting his lip he brought his tip to your lips and watched you such all of his cum off. Moaning as he ran his fingers over your chin “Good girl” . Feeling the tightness of your lips around his dick made his stomach as it became more sensitive

Sliding in the bed Jackie kissing at your inner thighs. Hovering his lips against yours, his beard getting wet from your exposure. Finally his tongue grazed over your pussy, resting his head on your thigh as his tongue flickered on your clitoris & stuffed you with two fingers, pumping in you vigorously—listening to you get louder and call out his name for more

“Jackie I can’t go anymore!”

“One more time for me please?” “Just one more time mama”

“You promise?”

The smirk on his face told you otherwise, sucking your clitoris in between “Promise”. That same urge built up inside of you only faster and more intense than the last. You dared to look away from Jackie but he snapped his fingers at you, commanding you watch him eat you out. His tongue lavishly spread across your clitoris until your nectar came rushing out—gushing over his face , fingers, and chest

Your screams syncing in perfect harmony to Jackie, hovering over you now as he sloppily kissed you. Allowing you to suck your own juices off his tongue “I waited so long to get a hold of you—you taste so good I almost didn’t wanna stop” he softly smiled resting his forehead against yours

“You made it real hard for me to resist you” you sighed catching your breath “I’m happy I waited”

Jackie kissed your forehead one last time before reaching over and grabbing his champagne flute, drinking the rest of what was left. Turning his focus back onto your breasts, kissing at your nipples and groping them. You relaxed your fingers at the back of his scalp, biting your lip watching him suck your nipples “That feels good”

Somehow he talked you into straddling his lap which quickly turned into you riding his dick. Feeling your squirt splattering onto the both of you as he slammed you down on his dick when your legs felt like they were going out. Watching the tears run find your face from being overstimulated and your nails leaving marks on his shoulders. He was slowly becoming obsessed with how good you could fuck him and loving the idea of you being on top, turning his focus towards your pussy swelling around himself—answering your every command with “Yes, Mrs. Jackson”