alexa play everything pinka by monaleo

You push me away | Jackie Jackson

summary: Jackie wanted to push your relationship past business, but you remain guarded…until you don’t.

warnings: none

word count: 3,463

pairings: Jackie Jackson x black!reader

AN: I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this. I hope I did your request justice!!! Much love.

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Deep in the velvet, smoke-heavy belly of the recording studio, the bassline was a physical pulse rattling the glass of the control booth, but Jackie wasn’t looking at the soundboard. He was looking at you. You were sitting on the low-slung leather couch in the corner, a yellow legal pad resting against your knees, a pencil tucked behind your ear as you cross-referenced the publishing sheets for the upcoming tour. You wore your hair in a beautifully picked-out Afro that framed your face like a halo of dark silk, and your skin, a rich, deep brown, caught the amber glow of the studio lamps in a way that made Jackie’s chest ache. He had been staring for too long, his fingers idly tapping against the edge of the mixing console, his signature bright smile slipping into something softer, heavier, and completely unguarded.

Everyone in the world knew Jackie Jackson as the charming, dazzling frontman with the killer legs, the high-flying falsetto, and the kind of magnetism that made women faint in the front row of the forum. They saw the sparkling jumpsuits, the smooth-talking interviews, and the endless parade of gorgeous groupies hanging around the stage doors, hoping for just a second of his time. But you saw right through the glitter. In fact, you had built a brick wall ten feet high and three feet thick between yourself and the oldest Jackson brother the moment you were hired onto the production management team. You knew the music industry. You knew how these pretty-faced boys operated—sweet-talking a girl until she gave up her heart, only to leave her crying in some lonely hotel room while they moved on to the next city and the next screaming fan. You weren’t going to be a casualty of the Jackson machine. You kept it strictly business: "Yes, Mr. Jackson," "No, Mr. Jackson," and "Here are your lyric sheets, Mr. Jackson."

Jackie hated it. He hated the distance in your eyes, the way you professionally stepped back whenever he got within breathing distance, and the cool, polite smile you gave him that never quite reached your eyes. He was a man used to women throwing themselves at his feet, but your indifference didn’t make him angry; it made him yearn. It was a deep, consuming ache that had been building for months, a quiet realization that you were the only woman in any room who actually mattered. He didn't want a fan; he wanted you. He wanted to know what made you laugh when the cameras weren't rolling, what your dreams looked like when the music stopped, and how it felt to hold your hand without the weight of the world watching.

"Man, if you don't stop daydreaming and lay down this scratch vocal, Joseph gonna have both our heads," Michael murmured from the stool beside him, his voice a gentle, teasing nudge. Michael had that sharp, quiet way of noticing everything, and he’d seen the way his big brother’s eyes traced your every move for weeks.

Jackie cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling a sudden heat creep up his collar. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, Mike," he muttered, adjusting his headphones as he stepped up to the microphone. He looked through the glass one more time, catching your gaze just as you lifted your eyes from the paperwork. You gave him a brief, professional nod, your expression guarded, before looking right back down at your papers. Jackie took a deep breath, the longing tightening in his throat, and closed his eyes. When he sang that night, the melody wasn't just a track for the album; it was a plea, a velvet-wrapped confession meant entirely for the girl sitting on the leather couch who refused to look him in the eye.

Two days later, the studio sessions wrapped early, leaving a rare, quiet evening in the middle of a hectic Los Angeles week. You were packing up your briefcase, ready to head back to your apartment and put the industry behind you for the night, when a shadow fell across your desk. You looked up to see Jackie standing there, looking devastatingly handsome in a tailored burgundy leather jacket, a crisp white button-down open at the collar, and dark slacks. His hair was perfectly styled, and he smelled faintly of expensive cologne and cocoa butter. He wasn't wearing his usual stage grin; instead, his eyes were soft, almost nervous, as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Hey," he said, his voice dropping into that smooth, low register that usually made women lose their minds. "You got a minute?"

You closed your briefcase with a deliberate snap, keeping your tone even and professional. "Something wrong with the schedule for tomorrow, Jackie? I checked the itinerary, and the limousine is set for eight in the morning."

Jackie sighed, a small, wry smile touching his lips. "Nah, baby, the schedule is fine. Ain't nothing wrong with the work. I was just... I was wondering if you’d let me take you out tonight. Just out for some dinner. No business, no talk about the tour. Just you and me."

You paused, your hands resting on the leather of your bag. The wall went up instantly, your defensive instincts flaring like a warning light. "Jackie, I don't think that's a good idea. I work for your family's management team. I like my job, and I don't mix business with pleasure. Besides, don't you have a long line of ladies waiting for you at the Roxy tonight?"

The rejection hit him visibly, a flash of genuine hurt crossing his handsome features before he masked it with a soft, earnest gaze. He took half a step closer, leaning his hip against the edge of your desk, hands tucked into his pockets. "Aw, come on now, don't be like that," he said, his tone dripping with that warm tone, smooth as silk. "You know how folks talk, but that ain't me. All them girls out there, they don't mean nothing to me. They looking at the cat on the album cover. I'm trying to talk to you. I been trying to get next to you for months, and you keep treating me like I got the plague or something. Just give a brother a chance to show you who he is outside of this studio. One dinner. If you hate it, I promise I won't ask you again."

You looked at him, searching his face for the usual slickness, the easy confidence of a man who got whatever he wanted. But what you found instead was a strange, disarming vulnerability. His eyes were wide, pleading, and completely devoid of the usual pop-star swagger. Still, the fear of getting hurt, of being just another notch on a famous man's belt, held your tongue. "I don't know, Jackie. Men in your position... y'all say all the right things. You got the whole world telling you you're fine, and you think you can just charm your way into anything. I'm not trying to get my heart broken."

"Break your heart?" Jackie repeated, his voice dropping an octave, sounding completely incredulous that you could even think he'd harm a hair on your head. "Baby, I'm trying to cherish you, not break you down. You think I'm just playing games? I swear on everything I love, I'm for real about this. Just let me take you to this quiet little spot down by the water. No cameras, no brothers, no noise. Just let me talk to you."

There was something so desperately sincere in his eyes, a profound yearning that seemed to radiate off him in waves, that your defenses suffered a hairline fracture. You looked down at your hands, then back up at his handsome, hopeful face. Against your better judgment, the wall cracked just enough for a whisper of a "yes" to escape your lips. "Fine. One dinner, Jackie. But take me home immediately afterwards."

A brilliant, breathtaking smile broke across his face, lighting up the entire room, and for a second, he looked less like a global superstar and more like a boy who had just won the grand prize at the carnival. "That's all I'm asking for, baby. That's all I need."

He took you to a secluded, upscale restaurant tucked away in Malibu, far from the flashing lights of Sunset Boulevard. The establishment was dim, illuminated only by candles and the moonlight reflecting off the Pacific Ocean just outside the grand windows. The waiter led you to a private booth in the back, surrounded by lush velvet curtains that offered total privacy. Jackie was the perfect gentleman, pulling out your chair, adjusting your napkin, and making sure you were comfortable before he even took his own seat. He ordered a beautiful bottle of wine, pouring it for you with a steady, practiced hand, though you noticed a slight tremor in his fingers that betrayed his nerves.

As the night wore on, the tension in your shoulders began to melt away under the influence of the quiet atmosphere and Jackie's undivided attention. He didn't brag about the records they were selling, or the famous people he knew, or the cars he drove. Instead, he asked about you. He wanted to know where you grew up, what your mama was like, what kind of music made you want to dance when you were alone in your bedroom. He listened with a deep, focused intensity, his chin resting in his hand, his dark eyes never leaving your face. Every time you spoke, it felt as if you were the only person left in the universe.

"You really don't trust me, do you?" Jackie asked softly, spinning the stem of his wine glass between his fingers as the remains of dinner were cleared away. The candlelight flickered across his cheekbones, highlighting the gentle, soft lines of his face.

You leaned back against the velvet booth, sighing softly as you looked at him. "It's not just you, Jackie. It's the whole scene. I've seen what happens to women who fall for singers and musicians. Y'all belong to the public. You go on the road, and suddenly you forget everything you promised back home because there's a thousand girls screaming your name. I'm a Black woman trying to make my own way, trying to keep my dignity intact. I can't afford to be a temporary distraction for a superstar."

Jackie’s expression softened into something incredibly tender, but there was a fierce, protective weight behind his eyes. He reached across the table, his large, warm hand stopping just short of yours, waiting for your permission. When you didn't pull away, he gently covered your fingers with his, his palm rough but incredibly gentle. "Listen to me," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I know what you see out there. I know what the fellas in the business be doing, running wild and treating women like they disposable. But that ain't how I was raised, and that ain't who I am. My mama, she taught us to respect a woman, to treat her like a queen. And my family... man, my family is everything to me."

He paused, looking down at your joined hands, his thumb gently stroking the back of your knuckles. The slick, charming persona was completely gone now, replaced by the raw honesty of a man who carried a heavy burden on his shoulders. "Folks think it's all glitz and glamour, but being the oldest brother... it's a lot, baby. I gotta keep everybody together. When things get crazy between the boys, or when the business gets heavy, I'm the one who’s gotta stand firm. I gotta be the rock for my brothers, make sure nobody strays too far or gets hurt by this ugly industry. I spend all my day taking care of everybody else, making sure the Jackson name stays clean and the music stays tight."

He looked back up, his eyes shining with a sudden, beautiful vulnerability that caught in your throat. "But sometimes... sometimes I just want to come home and be plain old Sigmund. I want to be with somebody who sees me, the real me, not the brother from the television. I see you in that studio, so strong, so dignified, handling your business without needing nobody's approval, and it just did something to me. You got this wall up so high, and I ain't mad at you for it. You protecting your heart, and that's beautiful. But I want you to know, I'm willing to climb that wall. I'm willing to wait, to show you every single day that I'm for real. I don't want no groupies, baby. I want a woman. I want you."

Hearing him use his real name, seeing the quiet exhaustion and the profound sincerity written across his face, made your heart turn over in your chest. The wall didn't fall down completely, but the foundation was severely shaken. You felt a warmth blooming in your stomach, a sweet, terrifying realization that this man wasn't playing a game. He was yearning for you, truly and deeply.

"Jackie..." you whispered, your fingers shifting beneath his so that you were finally holding his hand back, feeling the strength and the warmth of his grip.

"I'm serious, baby," he murmured, leaning closer, his gaze locked onto yours. "Give me a chance to prove it to you. Let me show you how a real man takes care of the woman he wants. Don't shut me out before we even start."

The drive back to your apartment was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of a late-night jazz station on the radio. When he pulled his sleek car up to the curb outside your building, he didn't try to slide over or make a slick move. He got out, walked around to your side, and opened the door, offering his hand to help you out. He walked you all the way to your front door, standing under the amber porch light with his hands tucked into his pockets, looking down at you with that soft, yearning expression.

"Thank you for tonight, Jackie," you said, your voice softer than it had ever been with him. "The dinner was beautiful. And... thank you for talking to me. For really talking to me."

Jackie smiled, a gentle, lopsided thing that made him look incredibly sweet. "Anytime, baby. Like I said, I'm in this for the long haul. You sleep good tonight, you hear? I'll see you at the studio tomorrow morning." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your cheek in a touch so feather-light, so respectful, that it left your skin tingling long after he turned and walked back to his car.

Over the next few weeks, the slow burn became a steady, undeniable fire. True to his word, Jackie didn't rush you. Instead, he flooded your life with quiet, deliberate actions meant to show you exactly where you stood with him. He’d show up to the studio early just to bring you your favorite sweet potato pie from a bakery across town. During long, exhausting rehearsals when everyone else was snapping at each other, he’d catch your eye from across the stage and give you a slow, reassuring wink that seemed to say, I got you. If a slick-talking executive tried to speak to you with less than total respect, Jackie would be there in a flash, his tall frame looming protectively, his voice dropping into a dangerous, quiet growl that made it clear you were entirely under his protection.

The rest of the brothers began to notice the shift. One afternoon, while Jackie was in the vocal booth tracking a difficult harmony, Tito wandered over to where you were organizing the promotional photographs.

"You got him bad, you know that right?" Tito said with a warm, easy chuckle, leaning his elbows on the counter. "I ain't never seen my big brother act this foolish over a girl. He don't even look at the music sheets no more; he just looks at you."

You felt a blush creeping up your neck, though you tried to keep your voice neutral. "Jackie's just being a gentleman, Tito."

"Nah, baby, that ain't just gentleman behavior," Tito replied, his expression turning serious, full of brotherly affection. "Siggy’s a softie at heart. He carries a lot of weight for this family, always trying to be the big, strong brother who fixes everything for everyone else. He don't let people in easily because he's terrified of letting us down or showing any weakness. But when he falls, he falls hard. He’s been talking about you non-stop, telling us how smart you are, how beautiful you are. He really wants to do right by you. Don't be too hard on him."

Tito’s words stayed with you for the rest of the day, softening the very last remnants of your resistance. That evening, the studio was empty except for the two of you. The final mixes had been sent off, and the silence in the room was profound. You were sitting at the desk, rubbing your aching temples, when Jackie walked in carrying two cardboard cups of tea. He set one down in front of you, his fingers gently brushing against your shoulder.

"You look tired, baby," he said softly, stepping behind your chair. Before you could protest, his large, warm hands settled onto your shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the tight knots at the base of your neck. His touch was incredibly strong but perfectly measured, working out the tension with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

You let out a long, shaky breath, your head tilting back against his chest as you finally let go of the control you had been holding onto for so long. "It's just been a long week, Jackie."

"I know," he murmured, his voice right by your ear, warm and heavy. He stopped rubbing your shoulders, his arms wrapping around your neck from behind, pulling you gently against his chest. He rested his chin on the top of your head, his chest rising and falling against your back. "I hate seeing you stressed out. I wish I could just take all this weight off you."

You turned around in the chair, looking up at him. Without the studio lights, in the dim shadow of the office, he looked so incredibly vulnerable. His eyes were wide, filled with an intense, quiet devotion that made your breath catch. The wall was completely gone now, crumbled into dust by the sheer weight of his persistence, his sweetness, and his unwavering care.

"Jackie," you whispered, lifting a hand to gently touch his jawline, feeling the slight roughness of his afternoon stubble. "You don't have to take care of the whole world. You don't have to be perfect for me."

Jackie’s eyes shone with sudden tears, a raw, emotional vulnerability spilling over as he dropped to his knees in front of your chair, taking both of your hands in his. He looked up at you, his face full of a beautiful, desperate love. "I just want to be perfect for you," he choked out, his voice cracked with the depth of his feelings. "I been yearning for you so bad it hurts, baby. I don't care about the fame, I don't care about the music, I don't care about none of it if I can't have you by my side. I want to be the man who makes you feel safe. I want to love you, if you'll just let me."

Seeing this proud, beautiful, superstar of a man on his knees, completely bare and pouring his heart out to you, wiped away every last doubt you had ever harbored. You leaned forward, pulling his face up to yours, your fingers burying themselves in his soft Afro as you pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was everything the slow burn had promised—deep, warm, and desperate with months of withheld passion. Jackie let out a soft, ragged sigh against your mouth, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he pulled you off the chair and down onto the floor with him, holding you as if you were the most precious, fragile thing he had ever held in his life. He kissed you until the room spun, his lips soft and worshipping, tasting faintly of the warm tea and the sweetness of a love that had been hard-won. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing heavy, a beautiful, dazzling smile slowly returning to his face.

"I got you now," he whispered against your lips, his hands smoothing down your back, holding you close to his heart. "I got you, baby, and I ain't never letting go."

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summary: marlon made sure to record every second of your pregnancy

contains: fluff! established relationship! reader is pregnant

notes: baby it’s a looong one .. inspired by home movies by @ktrsis and nine months of home movies by @angelfacediary

tape one

you sighed, watching your husband adjust the camcorder stand. “why are you setting up the camera?”

“just in case babe” he answered with a shrug, pressing the record button.

“I’m not pregnant.” replied rolling your eyes “you’ve been saying that all week.”

“it is December 8th,” he announced to the camera and then checking the watch on his wrist, “and it is currently…” he squinted at the tiny numbers. “…2:03 in the morning.”

he smiled into the lens “we’re taking a pregnancy test because y/n hasn’t been feeling too good lately. she barely touched her dinner, she’s been sick for three days…” he pointed the camera toward you. “…and jackie told me he had a dream about fish.”

the timer you set went off. you pick up both of the tests and your jaw dropped

“MARLON YOU MOTHERFUCKER” you yelled and threw the two positive tests at him

tape two

the tape began with Marlon holding the camcorder a little too close to his face.

“today is…” he looked down at a sticky note taped to the side of the camera. “…January 28th and y/n is officially one month pregnant.”

The camera flipped around to you, bundled in one of his hoodies, hiding your face with your hands.

“It’s still so early,” you mumbled. “I know,” Marlon laughed. “but tonight we’re telling my family before you start showing.”

the screen cut to a title card written in black marker on a piece of notebook paper.

GUESS THE ANNOUNCEMENT

the camera found Rebbie first, sitting comfortably on the couch.

“what do you think tonight’s announcement is?” Marlon asked from behind the lens.

Rebbie thought for a second “y’all buying a new house?”

tito barely looked up.

“what announcement?” “he announcement.”

“oh…” he shrugged. “hopefully not a divorce.”

“A DIVORCE?”

Jackie smiled almost immediately.

“…y’all having a baby?”

behind the camera, Marlon went completely silent making jckie narrow his eyes. “…why are you smiling like that?”

the recording cut before he could answer.

Jermaine rubbed his hands together excitedly.

“I hope you’re taking all of us on vacation.”

“that’s…expensive.”

“It would be nice though.”

La Toya smiled confidently.

“A new house!” “Nope.” “Dang.”

Michael looked directly into the camera.

“you’re finally buying the family a boat.”

“A boat?”

“I’ve always wanted a boat.”

the camera found Randy eating chips in the kitchen.

“what do you think tonight’s announcement is?” “…there’s an announcement?”

finally, Marlon walked into Janet’s room. she looked at him for only a second before tilting her head. “…is y/n pregnant?”

Marlon froze. “…maybe.”

Janet gasped. “oh my God.”

the recording cut before she could get another word out.

a few minutes later, everyone was gathered in the Hayvenhurst living room.the camera rested on the fireplace mantel, capturing the entire room.

you stood next to your husband and slowly intertwined your fingers together and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“so…” he began. “out of everybody’s guesses…”

He looked over at Jackie and then Janet. “…only Jackie and Janet got it right.”

the room went quiet.

Jackie blinked and Janet covered her mouth.“…You’re pregnant?” they both said at the same time and you nodded with a smile on your face “we’re having a baby.”

for half a second, nobody moved then the entire living room erupted.

Janet screamed louder than anyone Jackie threw both hands in the air with the biggest grin on his face.“I KNEW IT!”

Rebbie rushed over first, wrapping you in the gentlest hug. “aww congratulations”

Jermaine was already congratulating Marlon, pulling him into a bear hug while everyone talked over each other.

La Toya was crying and Michael stood frozen for a moment before walking over and hugging both of you at the same time.“another jackson baby…” he said softly, smiling from ear to ear.

even Randy looked shocked. “…wait…” he looked around the room “y’all were serious?”

everyone burst into laughter. Marlon couldn’t stop smiling behind the camera.

he slowly panned across the room, capturing every hug, every happy tear, every laugh, knowing this was a moment they’d all want to relive forever.

tape three

the recording started in the parking lot of the doctor’s office.

Marlon pointed the camcorder at himself, practically glowing “today is February 8th,” he said excitedly. “y/n is officially two months pregnant.”

he turned the camera toward you as the two of you walked inside hand in hand “and today…” he grinned. “…we finally get to hear our baby’s heartbeat.”

“I’ve been waiting all week for this,” you admitted with a nervous laugh.

the camera rested on a nearby chair, angled toward the examination bed.

you lay back with your shirt pulled just above your stomach, absentmindedly twisting your wedding ring while you waited.

Marlon walked over, picked the camera up for a second, and slowly panned from your tiny bump to your face.

“you ready?” he asked softly and you odded

the ultrasound technician smiled as she squeezed warm gel onto your lower stomach.

“alright,” she said. “let’s meet your baby.”

she placed the probe against your skin.

for a moment…nothing.

then a rapid heartbeat filled the room making eyes instantly fill with tears.

“oh my gosh…” you whispered, your voice trembling. Marlon looked from the monitor to you and back again, completely speechless. “that’s…” he laughed shakily. “…that’s our baby.”

you reached for his hand without looking away from the screen and he held it tightly.

“Is it supposed to sound that loud?” he asked, smiling through his own tears.

the technician paused.

“…no actually…”

she leaned a little closer to the monitor, moving the probe around.

“hmm.”

the room grew quiet.

your smile slowly faded “is everything okay?” you asked.

“oh, everything looks fine,” the technician reassured you with a smile. “I’m just…taking another look around.”

she adjusted the probe again. “does twins or triplets happen to run in either of your families?”

you and Marlon immediately looked at each other “I actually had a twin brother but he passed away shortly after we were born.”

the technician nodded thoughtfully as she continued scanning.

“okay…”

she pointed toward the monitor.

“well im seeing…one…two…three sacks”

“three?” you repeated weakly.

“THREE?!” Marlon nearly shouted, the camera shaking in his hands.

the technician laughed. “It certainly looks that way.”

you stared at the screen, completely frozen. “no…” you whispered between nervous laughs. “no, no, no…”

Marlon looked like he had completely left his body. “three babies?”

the technician smiled warmly.

“Congratulations.”

tape four

the tape started with the camera pointed at the backyard.

pink and blue decorations covered every table, balloons swayed in the breeze, and family members laughed as they waited for the reveal to begin.

the camera flipped around to Marlon. “today is…” he glanced at his watch. “…April 12th and today…”

he slowly turned the camera toward you “we find out what our babies are.”

the camcorder drifted down to your growing belly, the white dress you wore hugging it perfectly he held the shot there for a second before slowly panning back up to your face and of course you were too busy on the sandwich you had

“you nervous?” he asked “a little.”

“so…” Marlon said from behind the camera. “I’m thinking two boys and a girl.” you immediately shook your head “nope.” “What do you mean, ‘nope?’” “I want two girls and a boy.”

he laughed. “well…let’s see what everybody else thinks.”

The screen cut to another homemade title card.

PLACE YOUR BETS

Rebbie smiled at the camera.

“I think it’ll be three girls.”

Tito shrugged.

“As long as they’re healthy, I don’t care.”

Jackie rubbed his chin dramatically.

“Hmm…”

He looked directly into the camera. “Two boys…and a girl.”

Jermaine didn’t hesitate.

“All girls.”

La Toya burst into laughter.

“I can’t answer.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m the only one who knows!”

Michael smiled softly.

“I think…” he paused. “…two girls and a little boy.”

“you always sound so sure.”

“I have a feeling.”

Randy folded his arms

“All boys.”

“No explanation?”

“Nope.”

Janet thought for a moment.

“I’m gonna say…”

she pointed at the camera.

“all boys.”

she paused “…Or!”

she laughed.

“two boys and a girl.”

the tape cut one final time.

everyone stood gathered in the backyard, cameras in hand.

three giant white boxes with oversized black question marks sat in the grass in front of you and Marlon one box for each baby.

Marlon wrapped an arm around your waist.

“you ready?” he whisperedy, you nodded, taking a deep breath “yes”

La Toya smiled from across the yard.

“okay!”She clapped her hands together.

“let’s meet baby a!”

you opened the first box.

a cluster of blue balloons floated into the sky.

“A BOY!”

Marlon laughed, immediately pulling you into a quick hug and you couldn’t stop smiling as you watched the balloons disappear into the clouds.

Marlon looked over at the second box.

“alright…baby b”

he lifted the lid.

more blue balloons burst into the air.

“ANOTHER BOY!”

Marlon doubled over laughing “Oh my God!” You covered your mouth, tears already beginning to form.

“Two boys…”

You looked at the final box. “One more.”

The backyard grew quiet.

Everyone instinctively began counting together.

“Five…Four…Three…”

Marlon reached for your hand.

“Two…”

You both grabbed the lid.

“ONE!”

Together, you lifted the final box.

A cloud of pink balloons floated into the sky

“IT’S A GIRL!”

Janet jumped up and down, squealing as she threw her arms around Rebbie.

“I KNEW THERE HAD TO BE A LITTLE GIRL!”

La Toya clapped excitedly.

“I’ve been waiting to do somebody’s hair!”

Michael smiled so brightly his cheeks hurt.

“I knew there’d be a little girl,” he said softly, watching the pink balloons drift higher into the sky.

Marlon stared at the balloons in complete disbelief.“Two boys…” He looked over at you. “…and our little girl.”

You nodded, tears already streaming down your face.“Two boys and a girl.”

he wrapped his arms around you as carefully as he could. “We’re really having three babies.”

you laughed through your tears. “I guess we were both right.”

he smiled “Yeah…” he then leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as his hand rested protectively over your belly.

the camera lingered on the blue and pink balloons floating together against the bright afternoon sky before slowly panning back down to the family celebrating, hugging, laughing, and already arguing over who’d spoil the babies the most.

tape five

the tape began in the nursery. the walls had just been painted a soft cream, and unopened baby gifts were stacked neatly in one corner.

The camcorder sat on a tripod across the room.

You sat cross-legged on the floor with a notebook resting in your lap while Marlon settled beside you, his shoulder pressed against yours.

He waved at the camera “Hey, boys…” he smiled before looking down at your belly. “…and baby girl.” He gently rubbed your stomach.

“It’s your mama and daddy.” “And today,” you finished with a laugh, “we’re gonna try to finally name y’all.”

You looked over at the camera and smiled “Hopefully.”

“We’ve been arguing about this for three weeks.”Marlon groaned dramatically. “We have not been arguing.” “We’ve been…strongly discussing” you said and laughed a little

“Your daddy wanted one of y’all to be a junior.” “I think it has a nice ring to it.”Marlon replied and shrugged.

“I said absolutely not.”

He looked offended.

“That’s not fair.” “It is fair.”

You looked down at your notebook “I didn’t think it was fair for only one baby to be named after you, so…” you smiled proudly. “I decided all three of you are getting the same first initial.”

Marlon nodded and you flipped to the first page.

“Alright…first on the list issssss Christopher, Corey…and Courtney.” Marlon scrunched up his face. “…It sounds like Christopher and Courtney were planned…”

He pointed at the middle name. “…and Corey just wandered in.”

You burst into laughter. “You’re kinda right.”You crossed them off.

“Bryson…Brayden…and Brandy?”

Marlon tilted his head “Bryson and Brandy are cute.” you looked at him “…No love for Brayden?” he shook his head “nahhh”

You nodded and scribbled another line through the names.

“Oh!” you looked farther down the page and then at him “La Toya suggested these.”

Marlon already looked suspicious.

“Sean…Seth…and Stephanie.”

He immediately shook his head. “No” “You didn’t even think about it” “I don’t have to” You laughed so hard you nearly dropped the notebook “I knew you were gonna say that”

Another page turned and stopped.

Your smile slowly grew. “Oh I like these…Isaac…Isaiah……and Imani.” You looked over at him.

“Hmm…” You smiled to yourself as you imagined saying them out loud “Isaac Jackson, Isaiah Jackson and Imani Jackson.” Marlon repeated them under his breath.

“Isaac,Isaiah and Imani…” A slow smile spread across his face then looked at you and nodded.

“I love them.” “Really?” “I really love them.”

You immediately circled all three names with the biggest grin on your face.

“I think we finally did it.” Marlon leaned over, kissing your forehead before resting a hand on your belly.

“Well…”He smiled toward the camera. “Looks like we finally get to stop calling y’all ‘Baby A, Baby B, and Baby C.’”

You laughed. “Welcome to the family…” You said gently rubbing your stomach

“Isaac Isaiah and Imani.” The two of you smiled at each other, already picturing the day you’d finally get to call those names across the house.

The tape kept rolling for another few seconds as Marlon reached over and proudly underlined each name one last time.

tape six

the tape started with soft music playing somewhere in the house.

the nursery was almost finished. cribs stood against one wall waiting to be assembled, stuffed animals filled a corner, and tiny folded baby clothes covered the changing table.

the camera was perched on the dresser, capturing the entire room.

you reclined comfortably on a pile of pillows spread across the floor, your shirt rolled just above your growing belly.

Marlon sat beside you with a small paint palette and a handful of brushes.

“what are you painting?” you asked, trying to peek down.

“you’ll see.” “you won’t let me look?” “nope.” “you don’t trust me?” “I know you.”

he dipped his brush into another color “you’ll spoil the surprise.”

you laughed and settled back against the pillows. “fine.”

the brush tickled your skin, making you giggle. “stop moving.” “it tickles!” “it’ll only take longer if you keep laughing.”

you playfully swatted his arm.

the camera continued recording while the two of you talked.

“so…” you began “I’ve officially accepted that we have to buy everything three times.”

Marlon nodded without looking up.

“three cribs, three car seats, three highchairs and three strollers…”

“actually,” Marlon interrupted “I found one made for triplets.”

your eyes widened “they make those?” “they do, it looks like a train.”

he laughed “I’ll push the train.”

you smiled.

“I already know they’re gonna match.”

“Oh, absolutely.” “I don’t care how much they complain when they’re older they’re wearing matching outfits.”

“every holiday, every birthday, every family picture.”

you nodded proudly “and especially Christmas.”

Marlon grinned “I already bought matching little pajamas.”

“you already bought them?” “…maybe.”

you looked at him “Marlon.” “what?” “they aren’t even born yet.” “I know.”

“you have a shopping problem.” “I have excited-dad syndrome.”

after a few moments, you looked around the nursery.

“for decorations…I think I want warm colors.” “no bright blue?” you shook your head “no, I want creams…sage green…maybe little teddy bears.”

“I like that.”

“and lots of books, so they’re gonna be read to every night, even if they don’t understand.”

Marlon smiled “my mother used to read to us all the time.”

“I want that for them.” you smiled and nodded

“they’ll grow up surrounded by family.”

He quietly nodded.

“and cousins.” “so many cousins.”

you both laughed “they’re never gonna have a quiet holiday.” “oh yeah never, especially if maine keeps acting how he acts”

a comfortable silence settled over the room, only the gentle scratching of Marlon’s paintbrush could be heard.

after another minute, he leaned back proudly “done”

you immediately tried to look down “what is it?” he stood up and grabbed the camera “you ready?” “I’ve been ready”

he slowly turned the camcorder toward your stomach.

painted across your belly was a bright blue sky with three fluffy white clouds, each cloud had a tiny pair of angel wings and a smiling baby face, underneath them, in neat lettering, were their names.

Isaac, Isaiah and Imani

“you like it?” “I love it.”

you looked down at your belly, carefully tracing each painted name with your fingertip. the camera lingered on the painting for a few quiet moments before the recording faded out.

tape seven

the tape began with the camera pointing at a half full grocery cart

Marlon flipped the camera around to face himself as he walked through the produce section

“so…” he looked around dramatically before lowering his voice

“It’s 10:47 at night.” he sighed “and I am currently on my fourth grocery run this week.”

he slowly pointed the camera back at the cart. “wanna know why?”

he picked up a container of strawberries “these.”

he grabbed blueberries “these.”

then raspberries “these.”

finally, he held up a bag of frozen mixed berries “and definitely these.”

he laughed to himself. “my wife has decided that the only thing worth eating nowadays is frozen fruit but I don’t question it anymore.” he said with a shrug

the camera cut to him standing in front of the freezer aisle “I made the mistake of buying one bag yesterday.”

he reached inside the freezer and grabbed another “she finished it.”

another bag “in one sitting.”

another “so now…”

he tossed them into the cart “…I’m buying six.”

he paused

“…actually.”

he looked back into the freezer “make that eight…better safe than sorry.”

he continued pushing the cart through the store “you know…I always thought pregnancy cravings would be weird like pickles and ice cream.”

he shrugged “but no..my wife just wants fruit…cold, frozen fruit… and if I hand her room-temperature grapes…” he looked directly into the camera. “…she’ll hand them right back.”

the camera cut again

now he stood in front of another freezer

“she also likes frozen mangoes”

a bag landed in the cart

“frozen peaches”

another bag

“frozen pineapple”

another.

“I’ve basically become the frozen fruit supplier for this household.” he looked into the cart and nodded proudly

“honestly…I’m okay with it.” he smiled to himself as he kept walking “I kinda like taking care of her.”

the camera lingered on a tiny pair of baby socks hanging near the checkout lane

Marlon stopped.

“…those are little.” he picked them up “so little.”

a grin spread across his face “I don’t think they’ll fit triplet feet…” he turned the package over “newborn…yeah”

he bought them anyway

a few minutes later, the camera was balanced on the passenger seat of the car

plastic grocery bags filled the backseat

Marlon started the engine before looking over at the camera one last time

“I guarantee…” he pointed toward the bags “these berries won’t make it to next week”

he thought about it for a second

“…honestly? they probably won’t make it to tomorrow.”

tape eight

the tape began in your bedroom, the camera rested on the dresser, pointed toward the bed.

you waddled into frame wearing a loose, flowy sundress, one hand supporting your lower back while the other balanced a giant cup of ice water.

with an exaggerated sigh, you carefully lowered yourself onto the edge of the bed.

“…I’m tired.”

you looked directly into the camera.

“no…I’m exhausted.”

you rubbed your stomach before dramatically flopping backward onto the pillows “I don’t remember what it’s like to see my feet.”

Marlon laughed from somewhere the camera.

“you can still see ’em” “tch barely and I haven’t shaved my legs in…you looked at the ceiling, pretending to count “never mind I don’t even know anymore.”

Marlon chuckled “I’ll help you.” “you better.”

you shifted again, trying to get comfortable

“I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe, I have to pee every seven minutes and every time I bend over, I question if it’s really worth picking something up.”

“you forgot one” Marlon chimed “what?”

“you steal all the pillows” “I need every single one of them” “you have six” “I need seven”

he laughed. “you know what’s crazy?”

you looked down at your belly with a smile “I complain all day…but if I had to do it all over again for you three…”

you gently rubbed your stomach “I would…although I am glad I’m pregnant in the summer…”

Marlon zoomed in slightly “because I have an excuse to only wear dresses cause nothing fits me anymore.”

“you’ve stolen half my shirts.”

“they fit” “barely, you walk around with your butt and belly hanging out” “so?”

the screen cut to black.

the Jackson family was gathered at Hayvenhurst for a summer cookout. y’all let your family handle the baby shower

kids ran through the yard with water balloons while music played from the patio speakers

Marlon turned the camera toward himself “today’s mission…” he grinned “…is to see if anybody has a message for Isaac, Isaiah, and Imani before they’re born”

Rebbie

she smiled warmly into the lens.

“hi aunties sweet babies…we’re all waiting for you and you’ve already got so many people who love you,I can’t wait to hold every single one of you.”

Tito

he pointed at the camera.

“y’all better listen to your mama.”

he paused “…and your daddy” another pause “…mostly your mama because your daddy ain’t that smart”

Jackie

“your daddy’s been talking about y’all every single day” he laughed “I’ve never seen him this happy except the day he married your mama”

Jermaine

he leaned into the camera dramatically.

“I volunteer…to teach y’all how to stay out of trouble and talk to the ladies”

someone off-camera immediately yelled “NO!”

La Toya

she wiped away a happy tear “I’ve been praying for y’all since the day your parents told us, you picked the best family.”

Michael

the camera found Michael sitting quietly beneath a tree.

he smiled softly “Hi babies” he waved “I hope you always remember to be kind” he glanced toward you across the yard

“you got the sweetest mama and the funniest daddy. you’ll never have to wonder how much you’re loved.”

Randy

he picked up a 8 month oldRandy Jr and pointed a finger at the camera

“don’t let your daddy dress y’all” Marlon laughed from behind the camera “my outfits are nice!” “if you think so”

Janet

she leaned down toward the lens

“hurry up!” she laughed “we’re all tired of waiting we already love y’all so much and can’t wait to meet y’all”

the tape ended with Marlon pointing the camera toward you.

you sat in a lawn chair with your feet propped up, a paper plate balanced on your belly while half the family fussed over whether you needed more food, more water, or another pillow.

you caught him recording “what?”

he smiled behind the camera “just getting one last shot.”

you smiled back, gently rubbing your stomach “we’ll see y’all soon, babies.”

Marlon quietly zoomed in on your belly one last time before the screen faded to black

tape nine

the tape opened to the nursery in the middle of the night, only the glow of a small lamp lit the room

the camera found Marlon asleep in the rocking chair, his head tilted back and a parenting book lying open across his chest.

you quietly giggled behind the camera.

“babe…” no response.

you zoomed in.

“Marlon.”

he jerked awake.

“huh? the babies?”

“no they’re still in here.” you patted your belly, he blinked a few times before laughing at himself.

“I was practicing” “you were snoring” “I was resting my eyes” “right..right”

he stood up and walked over to you, kneeling in front of your belly.

“y’all heard none of that” he pointed at your stomach “your daddy does not snore”

right on cue, one of the babies kicked.

you both laughed “I think that was Isaac calling you a liar.”

the tape ended with Marlon pretending to argue with your stomach while you laughed so hard you nearly peed

tape ten

the tape opened in complete darkness. the camera shook violently before finally focusing on Marlon’s face

“it’s…” he looked at his watch with wide eyes “August 18th.. 1993 and it’s 3:18 in the morning.”

he pointed the camera toward you, you were leaning against the kitchen counter, one hand gripping your belly while the other held onto the countertop

“…it’s time?” he looked back at the camera “it’s time”

the screen cut.

the next clip showed the inside of the car. rain tapped against the windshield as Marlon drove with one hand and held the camcorder with the other.

“breathe baby.” “I’m breathing” “no, like…”

he inhaled dramatically.

“…breathe.”

you shot him a look.

“MOTHER FUCKER YOU BR-”

the recording cut again.

the next clip was inside the hospital room, you were lying in the bed, exhausted but smiling. the room buzzed with nurses preparing for the delivery

Marlon held your hand with one hand and the camera with the other “you okay?” he whispered, you nodded “I’m ready”

he kissed your forehead “so am I.”

the tape skipped forward.

the room echoed with the sound of crying.

one tiny cry, then another…then a third. three newborn cries filled the room.

a nurse gently laid the first baby against your chest.

“meet Isaac.”

you stared at him in complete awe.

“my baby…”

moments later, another tiny bundle was placed beside him.

“and here’s Isaiah.”

your tears fell freely now. before you could catch your breath, the final baby was carefully nestled into your arms.

“and this…” the nurse smiled “is miss Imani.”

you looked down at your three babies lying against your chest.

three tiny noses that looked just like Marlon’s, three tiny hands and three tiny heartbeats.

Marlon lowered the camera for the first time in months.

he wrapped both arms around you as carefully as he could, kissing the top of your head while tears streamed down his face.

“you did it.”

you looked up at him with exhausted, tear-filled eyes“we did it.”

he smiled through his tears “I love you.” “I love you, too.”

the camera was picked up and Marlon turned it toward the three sleeping newborns.

“hi Isaac.”

he gently brushed a finger across the first baby’s cheek

“hi Isaiah.”

he smiled at the second little boy

“and hi…” he looked at the tiniest baby girl curled against your chest “…miss Imani.”

he chuckled softly.

“you have no idea how long we’ve been waiting to meet you.”

the camera slowly zoomed out, capturing the four of you together for the very first time.

tape eleven

the tape flickered to life with colorful balloons filling the screen. a handmade banner stretched across the backyard at Hayvenhurst.

HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY ISAAC, ISAIAH & IMANI!

the camera pulled back to reveal the backyard transformed into a party.

blue, red, and yellow balloons floated everywhere, picnic tables overflowed with food, and children ran through the yard chasing bubbles.

Marlon flipped the camcorder toward himself, he smiled, shaking his head in disbelief.

“August 18th, 1994.” he looked over his shoulder toward the backyard “I can’t believe they’re one already”

the camera found you setting three tiny smash cakes onto a table, you looked up and smiled.

“don’t cry.” you said “I’m not gonna cry.”“you cried this morning” “…that was different” “you cried because Isaiah said ‘dada” “he looked me in my eyes when he said it!”

you laughed “you’re so emotional” “I have three babies” “Marlon they’re toddlers now”

“oh god don’t say that”

the tape cut to you kneeling beside the triplets, trying to straighten their tiny matching circus themed outfits.

“can y’all stay still for five seconds?”

Isaac immediately reached for your earrings.

“no baby hold still for mama please”

Isaiah leaned over to hug his brother

Imani giggled so hard she almost tipped over

Marlon couldn’t stop laughing behind the camera “I don’t think they’re listening” “they haven’t listened all year”

the next clip showed all three babies sitting in matching little outfits.

Isaac clapped excitedly at everyone singing. Isaiah was more interested in pulling at the ribbon on his birthday hat and trying to pull it off. Imani happily smacked both hands into her cake before immediately trying to feed frosting to Michael.

“oh!” Michael laughed, gently taking her tiny frosting-covered hand “thank you miss Imani” she giggled and reached for his face anyway, leaving a streak of pink frosting across his cheek

the camera cut again.

now Marlon was making his usual rounds through the party. “alright…”

he pointed the camera toward his family “it’s been one whole year, got anything to say to the birthday babies?”

Rebbie

she kissed each of the triplets on the forehead.

“I prayed for y’all before you were born and watching you grow this past year has been one of the greatest gifts.”

Tito

he smiled.

“happy birthday… promise me y’all won’t start teaming up on your parents.”

he looked at the camera “…actually, I know y’all will.”

Jackie

“I still remember guessing your mama was pregnant.”

he laughed “and now look at y’all three little handfuls of personalities.”

Jermaine

he looked at Isaac, Isaiah, and Imani.

“I hope y’all saved me some cake, cause lord knows yall like to eat”

La Toya

she crouched beside Imani who was currently focused on chewing on her teething toy

“my beautiful babies…I’ve loved watching all three of you become your own little people and i’m so excited to keep watching”

Michael

Michael sat on the grass with all three babies gathered around him.

Isaac sat in his lap. Isaiah held one of his fingers. Imani kept trying to steal his sunglasses.

he smiled softly at the camera.

“they’re very curious…they laugh all the time and they already look after each other.”

he looked down at the three of them.

“keep doing that and you’ll get far tougher”

Randy

he picked Isaac up.

“happy birthday little man.”

Isaiah immediately reached his arms up “oh…”

randy laughed.

“now I gotta pick up both of y’all...miss imani stop beating on my son!”

Janet

she scooped Imani into her arms.

“I still can’t believe you’re one already!” she kissed her cheek making the little girl giggle

“it’s like I blinked!”

another clip.

Randy chased Isaac around the backyard while Jackie held Isaiah on his shoulders.

Janet danced with Imani in her arms as she sang her song because of love through the speakers.

Rebbie and La Toya fussed over getting pictures of the three of them together.

Jermaine somehow convinced all three babies to clap along with him.

everywhere the camera turned, someone was holding, laughing with, or playing with one of the triplets.

the final clip showed the sun beginning to set, the backyard had grown quieter, wrapping paper covered the grass, galf-deflated balloons rolled gently in the breeze.

you and Marlon sat together on a blanket with the triplets cuddled sleepily against you after a long day of celebrating.

Marlon whispered behind the camera “a year ago today…I met my favorite people” you looked over at him “I thought loving one baby would be the greatest feeling in the world ”

he smiled “turns out…” he looked at the three sleepy faces resting against you “my heart had room for three.”

you leaned your head against his shoulder “and somehow…I love you more now than I did when we found out.”

he kissed the top of your head “I didn’t think that was possible.”

the camera slowly zoomed in on the triplets sleeping peacefully in your arms

Isaac…Isaiah…Imani

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warnings: smut(mdni!). slapping, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v, don’t be silly wrap that thang), cursing.

synopsis: after being out on the road for months, michael is reunited with his girl in more ways than one ;).

word count: 1.4k

“honey, i’m home,” you heard michael's voice boom from the downstairs of your shared home. you giddily raced down the steps, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process. you threw yourself into his arms, jumping and wrapping your legs around his slender waist, your bottom peaking out of your red night gown.

you moaned as his lips and tongue intertwined with yours, your tongues sparing for dominance. his hands fiddling with your bottoms as his upper arms held you up, a touch that you had been yearning for over these last three months. it had been ninety days since you had felt his hands touching all over your body. it had been around twelve weeks since the last time the two of you had slept skin to skin at night. it had been three months since the last time you felt him deep inside your stomach, stuffing you with every last inch he had. his soft lips peppering kisses up and down your jawline, leaving a trail of hickeys on your neck and breasts, in the areas he knew good and damn well would be exposed. so possessive, you loved it.

he gave you one last tender kiss on your lips before planting you on your feet, giving your bottom a swat. a soft smile spread across his face as he stared into your eyes.

“i missed you so much mikey, you don’t even know the half of it.”

“i missed you more babygirl.” you hands caressed his face. all though he genuinely was happy to finally be reunited with you, you knew how drained he truly was. it was a well known fact that michael hated to tour. don’t get it twisted, he loved and adored every single one of his fans and he appreciated how they supported him and would do anything to see him perform. but all the grueling time zone shifts, barely getting any rest, not enough time to eat, constant rehearsals, he despised it. even more, he hated being away from you for so long. the sheer exhaustion was written all over his face.

“prove it then,” you bit your lip as you ran your hand across the seat of his dark blue jeans, a deep chuckle released from his throat. his eyes darkened as they flashed with hunger. you quickly sprinted upstairs to the bedroom, michael hot on your trail. you giggled as he tossed you back onto the california king sized bed, a few pillows slipping off.

you propped yourself on your elbows, your body rushing with eagerness as you watched michael strip down, his belt buckle clanging against the floor. you licked your lips as you watched his hard member spring out from his briefs, glistening as precum oozed down.

“look like someone’s excited,” you smirked as he slowly unbuttoned his red button down shirt, his lips curled into a cocky grin. his curls, soft and slick framed around his face. you brung yourself to you knees as he stepped to the edge of the bed, you arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you captured his lips into a kiss. every time your lips touched it felt like you were a princess in a disney movie when she finally finds her prince, magical.

you moaned as you felt his fingers reached down, rubbing on your soaked pussy over the cotton fabric that covered it.

“soaking wet for me already, i forgot how needy you are. tell daddy what you need him to do.”

“i need you inside of me.”

he gently pushed you back, each hand having a firm grip onto your thighs as he spread them apart. you bucked your hips up as he slowly rolled your panties off, tugging them off with his teeth as they reached your ankles.

“mmmm,” he moaned as his thick fingers began to run themselves up and down your wet slit, his thumb rubbing your swollen clit agonizingly slow. soft moans and whimpers flew from your lips. you gasped as one of his digits entered you, followed by another. you gripped the sheets that were attached to the mattress, his fingers pumping in and out of your sweet, wet sponginess, your tightness clenching around them.

“shit just like that,” you cried your eyes bouncing between open and closed as the tips of his fingers brushed lightly against your g-spot.

“you feel so good around my fingers mama, so wet and tight, i can’t wait to see how that pretty little pussy gonna feel when it’s wrapped around my dick. can’t wait to see those sweet juices coming down on me.”

your pussy pulsated at the thought of him being inside of you, pounding you until you can’t take any more. your eyes widened as you felt the thrusts from his fingers come to a halt. you watched with hawk eyes as he brung those same digits up to his mouth, cleaning off all of your sticky juices, moaning to himself. he slowly crawled onto the bed, his body hovering over yours. his face dips down to meet yours, locking lips with you, the taste of yourself lingering on his tongue.

“you look so fucking sexy baby,” he whispered in your ear, giving it a soft bite as he slowly began to stroke his length. the two of you watching, full of anticipation, as he slowly rubbed his tip up and down your slickness before lining himself up at your entrance. your mouths agape as he slowly pushed himself all the way inside of you, curving to your walls perfectly.

“fuck baby you’re too big,” you cried as his hips began to drive inside of you, feeling like he was getting deeper and deeper in your guts every time. your slickness began to coat his dick with each stroke her gave you, his hands holding your legs wider and wider apart, making you feel everything that he was giving you. you struggled to keep your eyes open as he bottomed you out, the sounds of your skin slapping with each snap of his hips. the bed frame still creaking from the last time you broke it when he was fresh off of touring with his brothers.

“uh uh mama, you can take it open them pretty eyes for me,” he cooed, his face just meters from yours before he sat back onto his knees. he slowly pushed your right leg up towards you as you left one laid on the mattress. your eyes opened widely as you felt his hand slapping your face, not harshly but just enough force that turned you on every time. mike tended to be a gentle man in every aspect of your relationship, except the bedroom.

“good girl, you feel so good, you missed this dick huh?”

“yess baby, i missed it so muchh,” you cried as he hit the best spot inside of you as he fucked you silly. although you had to wait a long ninety days for it, it was well worth it. your toes curled as he pounded you relentlessly, each stroke had you thinking he was gonna touch your cervix with how deep and rough he was. your stomach churned with immense pressure as you felt your orgasm begin to approach, michael well aware of it too as he felt you clenching around him more and more, causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head, animalistic growls falling from his mouth.

“you gonna cum huh girl?”

“yes, please baby can i cum?” you desperately begged with each collision he had with your g-spot.

“let it out mama, let it out.”

your vision went blurry as your climax rippled through your body, you jerked as you rode it out, michael’s shit talking mantras heard from the background as you continued on your high. your breathing heightened as you tried to slowly come down, although it was kinda of hard to do with michael still stroking your pulsating flora, your juices completely coated every inch of his shaft. you watched as his face scrunched up, his lips curled, sweat dripping all over his body, signaling that he was close himself.

“fuck girl,” he grunted as he dumped his warm seed into you, staying deep inside, making sure you received every last drop before collapsing onto the bed next to you. the two of you laid there motionless for a few minutes, trying to regain a little bit of your energy back. michael pulled you onto his chest, stroking your back as he pressed kisses onto the top of your head.

“i’m so glad you’re back home babe.”

Nipple piercings

Contains: Black!reader, fluff, nipple play, suggestive content

Summary: Michael being obsessed with your nipple piercings.

Michael has always been interested in your piercings. Tongue piercing, nostril piercings, even ear piercings. But his ultimate favorite?

Your nipple piercings.

Jackie Jackson x black reader

Synopsis: Jackie and reader have been arguing all week, he decides that he’s had enough.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, sort of mean!jackie, arguing, roughness, maybe a little toxic lol idk, verbal, submissive reader, not proofread

Word count: 2,177

. .˚ ⋆ Hey, Thats The Girl 4 u.. ⋆. .˚

pairing: bf!Jermaine Jackson x gf!reader

Summary: The Jacksons have a week off at home, and you are finally meeting your boyfriend's family for the first time. Jermaine is a mess, something his family has never seen before.

Heads up ⋆ fluff, appearance of the Jacksons, puppy love (from Jermaine), brief mention of J*e cuz I didn't want him present lol, lowkey cheesy

word count: 2.3k

Hayvenhurst ----July 2nd, 1971

"See, Maine, I knew it was something when you stopped inviting girls to our hotel rooms."

Marlon lay sprawled out on Jermaine's bed while Jermaine was in the mirror, picking out his perfect fro.

"Whatever Marlon," his focus never leaving the mirror. "Just don't say nothin' dumb tonight."

"Ill think about it-" Marlon quickly sat up, hearing banging from Jermaine's door.

"Maine! I heard your little lady is comin' over today." Jackie leaned against the doorframe, a smile on his face.

"ouuuuu she better be cute!" Randy pushed past Jackie, practically shoving himself into the room.

"Shut up, Randy." Jermaine threw his pic, hitting him in the head. "Im trying to get ready, and all y'all distracting me."

Jermaine was all over his room today, each lap, he had on a different outfit. His face was probably burned into his mirror from the constant want of everything being perfect. The perfect outfit, perfectly shapped fro, the brothers perfectly behaved...all for his perfect lady.

"Better wrap it up cause... she's here." Marlon was standing at Jermaine's window, pointing towards your figure. Jermaine rushed to the window to see you. Stunned, something about you always made Jermaine so head-over-heels, something very foreign to his brothers.

He watched as you were being greeted by Tito and Laytoya outside; the sunlight shone on your beautiful skin, making you more radiant than ever.

"Ouuuu! She's pretty Maine! Imma go meet her!" Jermaine suddenly snapped out of his trance, hearing Randy dart out the door. He attempted to snatch him up, but his reaction was too late, and Randy was already halfway down the hall.

Jermaine sighed, going back to the mirror, gathering himself one last time. Jackie came up behind him, placing his hands on Jermaine's shoulders.

"Relax, Jermaine, we gone have fun this evening, this is your lady..."

"Yeah Maine, what are you so worked up for?" Marlon came into the mirror's view, raising his eyebrows

"Maine, your girlfriend's here," Michael's high-pitched voice entered the room, the three of them turned their heads to the room's entrance.

"What are you all doin' in here?" he tilted his head to the side.

"Big Maine.. is nervous." Marlon chuckled, walking over to Mike, placing his arm around his shoulder.

"Shut up, Marlon." Jermaine turned to look at his younger brothers. Jackie pulled away, lightly laughing at his younger brother's banter.

"Jermaine, let's just go meet her man, you don't want to keep her waiting," Jackie spoke, walking towards the door.

Watching his brothers walk out of the room filled Jermaine to the brim with nervousness, something that doesn't even happen when they go on stage. Jermaine sighed once more, finally deciding to tail his brothers. He figured he would tighten up, not wanting to make himself a nervous wreck in front of his girlfriend and family.

Yeah naw, he aint tighten up enough.

He could hear your voice in the mix of his family's as he continued descending the steps. He began to fidget with his hands, a thousand thoughts trampling his head. Contemplating whether he looked good; what would his mother think? Does she like the house? Are my brothers being too annoying?

"You have a beautiful home, Ms. Jackson." You said, helping Ms. Katherine and Latoya set the table while the brothers washed up for dinner.

"Ms. Katherine is fine, dear, and thank you!" Her soft voice reassured you as you passed your porcelain plates. The fragile plates were cold and smooth against your fingers, something you weren't usually accustomed to.

"You know, you are too pretty! Next time you come over, you have to let me do your hair! Even makeup! or your nails! Or-" Latoya's rambling was suddenly cut off, hearing that smooth and soft voice you love.

"Hey Toya, you tryna steal my lady already?" Jermaine leaned against the kitchen arch, your eyes immediately cutting to you. Your face instantly brightened, greeting him with a smile.

"Jermaine!" You began walking towards him. His heartbeat was practically in his ears, competing with your voice.

You embraced him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You both pulled away, walking back towards the table.

"Mother," he said softly, greeting her, placing a kiss on her cheek, while she assembled the food on the table.

"It's time to get washed up for dinner, dear, your brothers beat you to it.

Jermaine lightly smiled at her, nodding his head. He grabbed your hand, gently tugging you away.

Finally getting you two in a secluded area, he turns towards you.

"Hey baby, how are you?"

"Im good! Im so excited for tonight." You said, taking his hands in yours.

Jermaine grabs your face, lightly placing a kiss on your lips.

"OUUUU!" You both turned your heads, your eyes practically bulging out of your heads.

"Randy! go on," Jermaine swatted his hand at his baby brother, he literally appeared out of nowhere. A smile grew on your face, seeing it was just Randy, one of the first faces that greeted you earlier.

"Maine, I'm ready to eat, wrap up the kisses." Randy puckered his lips, making a kissy face.

Jermaine took a few steps forward as if he were going to begin chasing Randy, sending Randy scurrying to the other room.

"Sorry about that.." Jermaine looked down, turning back towards you.

"Jermaine its fine!" you reassured him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before turning and heading back towards the dining room. All the siblings had made their way back to the table, Katherine was sitting, placing food on the laid-out plates. Jermaine was following close behind you, gunning for your chair to pull it out for you.

Just as Jermaine was about to reach for your seat, Marlon, who had been sitting in the seat next to it, suddenly stood and pulled out the chair.

"My lady," He gestured towards the seat, cutting his attention to Jermaine. The biggest grin on his face, teasing Jermaine.

"Thank you." You giggled at the little boy before taking your seat. Jermaine's mouth hung open, never taking his eyes off Marlon. The whole table began to snicker, seeing Jermaine's reaction.

"Come on, dear, take a seat." Katherine gestured to him, knocking him out of his trance.

Jermaine sat down, heat beginning to rush to his face, silly Marlon, making a fool out of him.

Dinner continued on, with regular chatter as if you were a part of the family. A lot of the focus was on you, obviously.

"So... Y/N, are you a fan of ME and my brothers?" Marlon spoke up, pointing his thumb at his chest, eyeing you down.

You giggled placing down your fork.

"Well, yeah. But my little brother has me beat when it comes to being a fan," You said, looking down at him. "he freaks out every time I tell him I'm going out to see Jermaine."

"Oh Yeah?" Michael spoke, looking up from his plate. "Who's his favorite?"

"Mike, me. Obviously." Marlon spoke up, flaring both his palms.

You smiled at the sibling banter, giggling before answering.

"Actually, he's obsessed with Tito," You started, "he wants to play guitar, if my momma gets him one..." your voice trailed off.

Tito sat back in his chair, flashing a toothy grin at his brothers.

"I like a man who has taste!" Tito said, folding his arms.

"So I'm his second favorite then." Marlon leaned to the side, trying to win you over.

"You know what, probably." You said, raising the fork to your mouth.

As the whole table continued talking, Jermaine stayed quiet; he was too busy admiring you, not subtly either, cause his plate was still full halfway through dinner.

"So, Miss Y/N," Ms. Katherine finally spoke. "How are your parents? What do they do?"

You placed your fork down before speaking, "Well, my parents are good! My momma is a nurse, and my daddy's in the army."

Ms. Katherine hummed, offering you a smile, "So it's just you and your brother at home most of the time?"

"Yes, ma'am." You started to shy away; it was something about speaking to Ms. Katherine that made you nervous- nothing like speaking to Jermaine's brothers.

Ms. Katherine placed her fork down, finishing her food before speaking again. "Well, you and your brother are welcome here sometime if you like," she softly spoke. "I'm sorry you couldn't meet Joe today, hes away for the next four days."

"Oh no, it's alright! And thank you so much, my brother would lose his senses if I told him that."

The table broke out in small giggles at your comment. You sat there and smiled, it truly warmed your heart to know how well meeting Jermaine's family was going. Eventually, dinner finished up, Ms. Katherine and Latoya stayed behind to clean up the kitchen.

You sat on the couch with Jermaine, the television offering soft background noise as Michael and Marlon sat in front of it; Jackie sitting on the couch. You leaned into Jermaine's side, Jermaine wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"So Jermaine," Marlon plopped himself down right next to you and Jermaine on the couch "When is the wedding?"

You lifted your head off Jermaine's shoulder, looking up at him. Honestly, you were wondering too, but he doesn't know that.

Jermaine palmed his brother's face, attempting to push him away; he was already pushing his limits. Marlon pushed his hand away, continuing to please his case.

"Im serious, Maine! This is something serious!"

Michael chuckled, turning his attention towards the couch where you sat.

"Come on, Marlon, you making Maine nervous!"

"Uh, it's taken care of," Jermaine mumbled.

"What??" Marlon said, cupping his ear and squinting his eyes.

Michael scooted closer to the couch, attempting to turn the conversation. "Let's talk about the real stuff," He turned towards you. "Do you like to swim, Y/N?" Michael asked.

"I swim sometimes," You said, sitting up, Jermaine's hand sliding down to your hip.

"Well, maybe tomorrow you can come over and have a pool day with us," Jackie's smooth voice spoke up from the couch next to yours.

"Well, yes! You should, and we can wear the cutest little bathing suits ever," Toya cut in, appearing from her kitchen duties, Janet following behind her, plopping right down beside you.

"Jermaine?" Jackie spoke, requesting his approval.

Jermaine tensed up, the focus now on him. Every time he spoke this evening, he'd overthink everything; you still make him nervous despite being his girlfriend.

"Uh, well, whatever she wants to do is okay with me.." He spoke, looking at you, a smile on his face. He was starting to get hot, fidgeting with his collar.

"Oh, okay..." You nervously giggled, agreeing to the underlying request.

Toya had the biggest smile on her face; you remained her number one priority ever since she met you.

Everyone turned their attention back towards the television. Janet who was sitting next to you, looked like she had been itching to ask you a question ever since she sat down. She finally got the courage to tap you on your shoulder.

You turned towards her, greeting her with a smile. She stood up, standing in the middle between you and Jermaine's cushions. Your eyes followed her small figure.

"Okay, I have a question. Jermaine, Y/N?"

You both hummed in response, asking Janet to continue.

"So are you guys really boyfriend, girlfirend?" she continued.

Jermaine threw his head back on the couch cushion, this being the 100th dumb question his siblings asked you tonight.

"Yes.." You giggled at her question, essentially furrowing your eyebrows...you didn't know where this was leading.

"Okay, so that means you have to prove it! You have to kiss!"

Jermaine picked his head up, he could feel his blood pooling to his face felt burning hot. He would be red right now if it wasnt for his brown skin.

You and him exchanged looks before going in for a quick peck on the lips.

"I mean, a real kiss!"

"Jan." Jermaine cut her fantasies short; he wasn't doing that in front of siblings, especially not in front of this drill sergeant.

Janet hummed, placing her hands on her hips.

"Fine. Good enough." Then she took off, leaving the room. Jermaine, knowing Janet, knew she was up to something, or...had something planned.

The 6 of you continued to sit in the living room; it started to get dark, meaning it was time to go. You and Jermaine were walking outside, waiting for your ride. He turned to you, grabbing your hands,

"I'm sorry about my siblings tonight, baby." He started.

"Jermaine, it's fine, like I said! I enjoyed myself here tonight." You said, leaning in. Jermaine started growing a wide grin; he couldn't help himself.

"So you coming back tomorrow?" He asked, placing one hand on your face.

"I guess so.." You shrugged, rocking back on your heels.

His hand moved to your chin, slightly lifting it up. He leaned down, kissing you, a real one this time. You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He finally felt all his jitters wash away, sharing this moment with you, nothing felt better. The moment was cut short when headlights created a spotlight on you both.

You both turned towards the source, staring like deer in headlights. You both pulled away, breaking out in laughter; it was your mother.

You turned towards Jermaine one last time, grabbing his hand.

"Call me tonight," he immediately said.

"I will. I love you." You said, pulling away, your hand lightly slipping out of his.

"I love you too." He whispered, watching you hop in the car with your mom.

"I love you so much."

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Contains: Black! Reader, explicit content, strong language, fluff, daddy kink, other ppl see your nudes

Summary: You left a little surprise for Jackie but…someone else found it first

You admired the baby pink acrylic nails and toes that were freshly done. Thanks to your boyfriend, he had no problem paying for your maintenance.

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