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JERMAJESTY!JACKSON X READER

18+ Explicit rough sex, jealous and possessive talk, very detailed smut

You knew you were a handful. Jermajesty knew it too.

If you didn’t get what you wanted, when you wanted it, you shut down completely. And right now, all you wanted was to be with your man.

You had him every day, all day to yourself. But tonight you were extra clingy and horny. He’d been out with his brothers for a few hours and you missed him bad. The house felt too quiet without him.

You were laid across the bed in nothing but a thin pair of pink panties and matching lace bra. Low R&B played in the background while you blew up his phone.

baby

I miss you

you don’t even have to be with them… you see them all the time

come home

Ima be home soon mama

Be patient

but I miss you

hello??

To no answer after that. You pressed the FaceTime button. It rang a few times before he picked up, walking outside the house he was at. The faint sound of music and voices came through.

“Baby, I told you I’m coming home soon. Why you blowing me up like this?” His deep voice was calm but slightly annoyed.

“‘Cause I miss you. Don’t you miss me?” You moved the camera so he could see your face and the way your tits sat in the bra.

Jermajesty glanced around then looked back at the screen, biting his lip for a second. “You know I do mama.”

“So come homeeeeee.”

He rubbed his forehead, sighing. “Baby please… I barely get a night out with my brothers. You got me every night.”

Your lip curled. You rolled your eyes hard. “Whatever Stay out then.” You hung up and immediately put your phone on Do Not Disturb.

You knew that was gonna piss him off.

You hopped up, went to the bathroom mirror, and took a few cute photos in just the panties and bra. Then you posted one to your story on your main .

An hour passed. Then another. No like. No reply. No call. You checked your story views he wasn’t even at the top like usual.

You were irritated as hell.

Then, around 1:30 AM, your phone lit up.

10 missed calls.

5 new messages from 30 minutes ago.

Are you deadass?

Delete that shit right now. You in your fuckin’ panties.

Answer the phone.

Why you playin’?

Nvm don’t worry bout it

Your heart dropped. Before you could even type back, you heard the front door open. Keys hit the table downstairs. His heavy ass footsteps came up the stairs.

You quickly deleted the story, tossed your phone to the end of the bed, and pretended to watch TV when he walked in.

Jermajesty didn’t say a word. He took his shoes off, pulled his shirt over his head tossing it next to you on the bed, and went straight to the bathroom to shower. You caught a glimpse of his tall frame, toned arms and back, that fresh buzz cut.

When he came out in just basketball shorts, skin still a little damp, he ignored you completely. He turned on his game and grabbed the controller.

“You didn’t see me watching TV?” you mumbled, frowning.

He didn’t reply. Just kept playing, jaw tight.

You lasted another hour before you couldn’t take the silence. “Jermajesty—”

He paused the game, tossed the controller, and finally turned to you. His face was blank, but his eyes were dark. He crawled onto the bed, snatched your phone out of your hand, and gripped your jaw.

“You piss me off more than anybody, you know that?” His voice was low. “Look at me.”

You met his eyes, biting your lip.

He pushed you back on the bed, spreading your legs with ease. His gaze dropped between your thighs, noticing how soaked your panties already were.

“This all you wanted?” He rubbed his thumb over your clit through the fabric, making you gasp and roll your hips. But the look he gave you said don’t.

“No I didn’t wanna upset you …. I just missed you…” you whined, reaching for the waistband of his shorts. “I deleted the picture…”

Jermajesty watched you struggle, breathing heavy, his dick already hard and pressing against his shorts. He let you pull him closer, let you kiss on his neck, but he was still holding back.

You got on your hands and knees, arching deep for him, and pulled his shorts down. You took him in your mouth, sucking softly at first, then deeper when he grabbed your head gently and pushed you down.

“Go lower ma “he muttered, voice rough.

You gagged around him, eyes watering, while he thrust into your throat. He pulled you up by your neck, kissed you hard and aggressive, then flipped you onto your stomach.

He yanked your panties down, pushed your back into a perfect arch, and thrust into you without warning.

“Fuck! Jermajesty” You gripped the sheets tight, reaching back to push against his abs.

“Move your hand,” he growled, snatching your wrist and pinning it to your lower back. “shit so tight… fuck.” He groaned deep in his chest, eyes locked on where he was stretching you open. “Always so fuckin’ tight for me.”

You tried to pull away as his thrusts got quicker and harder. “Jermajesty, it’s too much slow down!”

He didn’t. Instead he leaned forward, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other reached under you to rub your clit.

“Too much?” he breathed against your ear. “You wanted me home so bad. Now take it.”

Jermajesty let out a low chuckle that sounded more like a warning. He pulled out suddenly, flipped you onto your back, and pushed your legs wide open. Before you could catch your breath he was sliding back in, even deeper in this position.

“Fuck it’s too much, baby please” you cried, pushing weakly at his chest.

He grabbed your face with one big hand, squishing your cheeks together so your lips poked out your eyes watering. He stared down at you, eyes dark and obsessed, mustache and scruff brushing your skin as he leaned in and kissed you hard. His tongue pushed into your mouth, swallowing every whine while he kept thrusting slow and deep.

When he pulled back, he kept your face squished, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Stop all that whining. You can take it. You always do.”

He finally let go of your face only to pin your wrists above your head with one hand, the other rubbing fast circles on your clit. Your back arched hard as you came, body twitching and crying out his name.

Jermajesty fucked you through it, groaning at how tight you clenched around him. “That’s it… squeeze this dick. So fuckin’ tight.” “ you gonna make it up to me right mama?”

He finally pulled out, rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit while you trembled. Then he leaned down again, squishing your face once more and kissing you slower this time soft but still possessive.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips. “But you gotta stop playin’ with me like that.

He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to clean you up then brought you back to the room and laid you on the bed. He patted his thigh for you to sit on his lap, then sat back at the end of the bed like nothing happened, grabbing his controller again. His tall, toned body was glistening with sweat.

You laid there spent, thighs still shaking, watching your obsessed man.

And you knew it wouldn’t be long before you did it all again.

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JERMAJESTY!JACKSON X READER

18+ Explicit rough sex, possessive talk, very detailed smut

Jermajesty’s family had come through earlier that day.

His brothers plus a couple cousins.

They’d spent the afternoon outside on the deck overlooking the water.

They were drinking, smoking cigars, and playing a relaxed round of golf outside .

As much as he loved having them there, laughing and catching up, Jermajesty had been fighting the entire time to keep his hands off you.

Watching you in that little pink skirt, smiling and fitting in perfectly with his people, had him rock hard for hours.

By the time everyone finally left, he was done holding back.

The second the door closed, he was on you.

He found you in the bedroom straightening up.

Without a word he grabbed you, spinning you around and bending you over the edge of the bed.

“You been teasing me all damn day,” he growled, yanking your skirt up and ripping your panties down your thighs.

He shoved his sweats low, his thick, hard cock springing free.

“I been sitting out there with my brothers, drinking and smoking, pretending I wasn’t thinking about bending you over like this.”

He rubbed the fat head of his dick against your slick folds, then thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

“Fuck, Pa!” you cried out, gripping the sheets.

“Shut the fuck up and take it,” he snarled, one hand fisting your curls tightly as he started pounding you without mercy.

His hips slapped loudly against your ass with every aggressive thrust.

“This pussy been wet for me all day, hasn’t it?”

“While you were sitting on my lap being all sweet for my family.”

He leaned over you, chest pressed to your back.

His silver chain was cold against your skin as he spoke filth right in your ear.

“Arch that back deeper.”

“Yeah, just like that.”

“Let me fuck this tight little pussy how I want.”

“You feel how deep I’m going?”

“That’s my spot right there. Don’t you dare move.”

You moaned loudly, legs shaking as he railed you.

He slapped your ass hard, the sound echoing.

“Tell me whose pussy this is,” he demanded, voice rough and aggressive, never slowing his brutal pace.

“Yours, Jermajesty. It’s yours!” you gasped.

“Louder, baby.”

“I can’t hear you ma speak up.”

“Who the fuck owns this wet ass pussy?”

“You do!”

“It’s yours, Pa. Fuck, please.”

“Good fucking girl.”

He reached around and rubbed your clit roughly while slamming into you.

“Now take every inch.”

“Don’t run.”

“Push that ass back on this dick like you been needing it all day.”

“You gonna cum all over me, you hear me?”

“Don’t make me tell you again mama.”

He kept talking you through it, filthy, aggressive commands mixed with praise, until you came hard around him, crying out his name.

Only then did he bury himself deep and cum with a low groan, filling you completely.

He stayed pressed against you for a moment, breathing heavy, before kissing the back of your neck a little softer.

“Been waiting all day for that,” he murmured.

“Love you, baby.”

“ love you to pa “

18+ Explicit rough sex, possessive talk, very detailed smut

A/N - ik I said yall were gonna get this like two days ago but I’m a liar so….

It’s late as fuck

Your sleeping in your man’s bed, his hoodie swallowing you up, one leg sticking out laying your head on what was supposed to be jermajestys chest.

Then you feel a big, hand sliding up the back of your thigh, gripping your ass cheek, fingers starting to pull down your panties.

“Jermajesty…?” you mumble, half asleep.

“Shh, go back to sleep, ma,” he whispers low against your neck, voice all deep and raspy. “This ain’t got nothing to do with you.”

You shift a little. “wtf are you talking about It’s 4 in the morning.”

“So? ‘Cause you tired I’m supposed to starve?” He says starting to pull your panties down your legs.

He had you on your back, legs spread wide as he buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was licking you nice and slow, sucking on your clit while two thick fingers pushed deep inside you, curling just them just right.

You moaned loud, back arching off the bed, one hand gripping his hair. The pleasure was too much, too intense, you tried to close your legs, thighs trembling as you squeezed around his head.

He imhaled you completely moaning against your pussy, the vibration making you shiver. Without missing a beat, his big hand came down hard on your ass a sharp smack that echoed in the room.

“Open your fucking legs ma,” he ordered, voice rough and smug. He slapped your ass again, harder this time, the sting mixing with the pleasure as he pushed your thighs apart. “Don’t close them on me again. “ push that shit out you gonna make me have to be mean mami .”

You whimpered, legs shaking as you spread them wider for him. “ mmmpshit fuckk “

He looked up at you with that cocky, satisfied smirk, lips shiny. “That’s a good girl. Gonna let me eat this pretty ass too?”

Before you could answer, he pushed your legs back further, spreading you completely. His tongue dragged lower, licking over your tight hole, slow and teasing.

“Jermajesty—” you gasped, trying to squirm away, but he held you open, tongue circling and pushing inside you.

“Get offa me pa please I’m so sleepy”

“Mhm and you gon sleep even better when I’m done”

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JERMAJESTY!JACKSON X READER

18+ Explicit rough sex, possessive talk, very detailed smut

The bathroom was dim and steamy. You were straddling Jermajesty’s legs in the big tub, leaning against his chest, warm water and bubbles all around. He was rubbing your feet under the water, big hands massaging them slow and deep while y’all talked about nothing.

“Feel good don’t it?” he asked low, thumbs pressing into your arch.

“Mhm… keep going,” you sighed, eyes half closed.

His hands stayed on your feet for a while, thumbs digging in, making you relax more and more into his chest.

After a minute his hands started sliding up your legs. He pulled you closer and kissed the side of your neck. You turned your head and he caught your lips slipping his tounge in your mouth.

His hand moved between your legs under the water, thick fingers rubbing your clit slow.

“Already wet as fuck,” he muttered. “Tell me what you need, ma. Use your words”

“I want your fingers,” you whined .

He pushed two thick fingers in deep, curling them. “Like this? Talk to me pretty girl. Let me hear you.”

Mhm right there,” you moaned.

He added a third, stretching you out, pumping them while rubbing your clit. “Good girl. This pussy so greedy. Keep talking.”

You whimpered and begged until he finally pulled his fingers out. He lifted your hips, lined up, and pulled you down on his thick cock.

“Sit on it ma. All the way,” he groaned.

You started riding him, water splashing around you with every bounce. He gripped your hips tight, helping you move up and down. Your hand pressed against his abs, feeling them flex every time you came down on him.

“Ride that dick just like that,” he groaned, thrusting up to meet you. “Water splashing everywhere. Look at me while you bounce on this dick ma. Tell me how it feel.”

“So deep… you filling me up so good,” you moaned, hand still on his abs.

He kept bouncing you on him, strong arms lifting and dropping you, making the water spill over the sides of the tub. After a while your legs started getting tired. You slowed down, breathing heavy.

Jermajesty smirked. “You getting tired, ma? keep going. I got you.”

He picked you up slightly more with his strong arms and started bouncing you harder from below, thrusting up deep and hard.

You moaned loud, clinging to him. “I’m close… fuck, I’m so close.”

Cum on this dick mama. Let me feel you,” he said, rubbing your clit fast while still bouncing you.

You came hard, clenching around him, crying out his name. He groaned loud, buried himself deep, and came inside you, filling you up while holding you against him.

He stayed inside you for a minute, breathing hard, arms wrapped around your waist. Then he kissed your neck and shoulders softly, hands rubbing your sides under the water.

“You did so good, ma,” he whispered gently pulling your chin up to kiss him.One of his hands moved up, playing with your curls, twisting them around his fingers gently while he kissed your neck and shoulders.

His big hands stroked your back gently. “You okay, baby?”

“Mhm,” you said, nuzzling into his neck.

He held you there for a little longer, still inside you, kissing you again and again while the water settled around y’all.

Then he finally stood up, water dripping off his body. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and picked up another one. He reached down, gently lifted you out of the tub like you weighed nothing, wrapped the towel around you, and carried you bridal style to the bed.

♯ Jermajesty Jackson x OFmodelgf!reader series m.list

“Mmhmm,” you push at his head. “Maj.” you whine, brows furrowed as you pout.

He hums against your clit, eyes low and full of lust as he looks up at you. “Yeah mama?” He mumbles as he runs his hands over your thighs, giving you a soft and reassuring squeeze.

You moan, letting out a weak cry as your eyes roll back, his tongue steady abusing your slit. “You eat me so good..” you whimper, eyes watering from just how good you felt.

He grins against your pussy, giving it a few kisses before he’s looking at you again. “Yeah baby?” The tone is his voice teasing and low.

You nod, completely dazed. “Yeah..”

He just shakes his head with a smile before diving back in, eating you out like never before.

“Oh m’god,” you mewl, whining loudly as you try to turn your body away from the overwhelming sensation. Your thighs fight to close, legs shaking as Jermajesty holds them down.

“M’so close pa,” you moan, nails running over his head as you bite your lip. He groans against your clit, tongue fucking you even slower. “Gimme that shit bae.”

“Hnnh. .should eat me like this for a video—“

Jermajesty smacks his lips, your little comment instantly throwing him off causing him to shoot up. “Man watch out.” he mutters as he walks around the bed, shaking his head.

You gasp at the lost feeling glaring up at him as he licks his lips and wipes his mouth. “Whattt!” You whine.

“Just threw me all the way off talking about a fucking video. Better play with your pussy or sum.”

“You really gon stop cause I said that?!” You question as you sit up. But you notice him ignoring you. “Bae!” You shout and throw your hands up.

“Yep.” He answers simply, sliding your leg over as he sits in the bed next to you, turning the tv back on.

You frown, looking over at him. “You really hate the idea of filming with me that bad!? Okay I won’t say nothing, just come back.” You whine, pulling at his arm.

“Mm-nn,” he shakes his head and grabs his snacks off the nightstand before beginning to eat them.

You whine, honestly only mad because he stopped munching on you.

“Okay I won’t mention it again, can you just—“ he covers your mouth with a hand, shushing you as you lean back against the pillows, pouting.

He brings a chip to your mouth and you eat it, nearly biting his fingers off as you glare at him.

“You such a buzzkill,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest and forcing yourself to watch the movie as he places a kiss to your cheek.

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Please keep doing what you're doing. Your stories matter, your voices matter, and this fandom is better because you're here.

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summary: this request

contains: no usage of ‘y/n’, 18+! mdni ! angst if you squint, arguing, manhandling, porn with some plot, jermajest is kinda mean, daddy kink

notes: can you tell i enjoy writing arguments

3:27 am

you stood in front of the front door in nothing but your short pajama dress, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as your foot impatiently tapped against the hardwood floor.

when the keys finally jingled quietly on the other side, you didn't move. The door creaked open, and Jermajesty peeked inside his own house like a thief

“what the fuck are you sneaking in for?” you snapped.

he smacked his lips and rolled his eyes before pushing the door the rest of the way open. “It’s my house.”

“oh, it’s your house?” you shot back. “then tell me why you tryna to be so quiet.”

“bruh, calm down.” “don’t fucking ‘bruh’ me.” you took a step toward him, your voice rising. “why the hell are you just now coming back?”

He looked down at you for a second before lifting his head again, letting out an irritated sigh as he nonchalantly rolled his eyes.

“I was out.” “with who?” He shrugged. “don’t worry about it.”

you let out a bitter laugh and clenched your jaw

“what the fuck do you mean, ‘don’t worry about it?’” you yelled. “You left early this morning, and it’s three in the fucking morning now. do you realize this is the first time I’ve seen you all damn day?” you shouted

“So I can’t go out now?” he shot back

“I’m not saying that, Jermajesty so don’t try to twist my words!” you stepped closer and shoved his chest hard enough to make him take half a step back. “I’m saying you disappeared for almost twenty fucking hours without a single text or call. You ignored every message I sent, every phone call I made, and now you wanna walk in here acting like I’m crazy for asking where the hell you’ve been?”

he scoffed and brushed your hand away “I don’t have to report every damn move I make to you.”

“no, but when you live with somebody who gives a fuck about you and is sitting at home wondering if you’re dead, in jail, or laid up with somebody else the bare fucking minimum is letting them know you’re alive and answering the fucking phone!”

“that’s your problem,” he yelled, throwing his hands up in frustration. “you always jump to the worst fucking conclusion, my phone died when I left the house, and I didn’t feel like getting a charger.”

“oh, right.” You laughed bitterly. “because that’s such a normal excuse.”

“It is!”

“no, it isn’t! normal people let their girlfriend of four fucking years know they’re alive before disappearing for twenty damn hours!”

he sucked his teeth and shook his head “I can’t do shit without you turning it into an interrogation.” you stared at him for a long moment before scoffing, turning your back to him and crossing your arms.

“whatever… Travis,” you muttered under your breath, already walking away not realizing what you just did.

“…who?”

you froze.

“who the fuck is Travis?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach and then out your ass.

“what was that” He pointed at you, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle twitched. “don’t stand there looking confused, you just called me another man’s name.” “It was an accident.”

“an accident?!” he barked, letting out a dry and angry laugh. “you don’t accidentally call somebody by another person’s name unless they’re living rent-free in your damn head.”

“It slipped out!” “so who is he!?” he yelled, his voice echoing through the house

“a coworker? an ex? the other nigga you’ve been texting while you’re accusing me of cheating?” “I never said you were cheating!” “you fucking implied it!”

“now answer the fucking question…who is Travis?” he questioned, his head tilted and eyes narrowed

“nobody” you mumbled

“upstairs.”

the tension in the room snapped Jermajesty’s grip tightened on your arm, guiding you up the stairs with a quiet and furious intensity. every step felt like a countdown and y the time you reached the bedroom, the argument had transformed from a shouting match into raw adrenaline.

he didn't say another word, he pushed you backward onto the mattress, the sudden impact sending your short pajama dress riding up your thighs. before you could even scramble back against the headboard, he was looming over the edge of the bed. the metallic click of his belt buckle and was the only warning you got.

“since you want to throw names around” he muttered, his voice deeply low, with pure possession and slight anger “let's see if you remember exactly whose house you're in”

he unzipped his jeans, his dick freeing from his underwear, thick and already fully hard from the sheer anger coursing through him.

his hand fisted into the hair at the back of your head, tilting your face up as he stepped closer to the edge of the bed, pressing the hot, blunt tip of his dick right against your lips.

“open," he commanded, his thumb pressing hard against your chin to force your jaw down.

the moment your lips parted, he slid inside, the thickness of his dick filling your mouth entirely. you let out a muffled whimper, your hands instantly flying to his thighs to brace yourself, but Jermajesty wasn't in the mood to be gentle. his grip on your hair tightened into a makeshift ponytail holding you in place as he began to pace himself, his hips snapping forward in a heavy, unforgiving rhythm.

“mmph-!”

the depth of the thrusts had you choking slightly, the back of your throat catching on his size, but he didn't ease up. If anything, the sound of your distress only fueled him. he stared down at you watching the way your eyes watered as he buried himself deep into your mouth, stretching your lips around his thick base.

“tell me whose name you're gonna say now” he groaned before he thrusted forward again, letting the tip hit against the back of your throat. ge held himself there for a hot second, letting you feel the full weight and pulse of his dick before pulling back just enough to let you catch a desperate breath, only to thrust right back in.

the friction of his skin against your lips was hot and unforgiving, the rhythm building into something frantic and demanding and every time you tried to swallow or find a rhythm of your own, his grip on your hair tightened, controlling the deepness and speed of every heavy thrust. he was entirely consumed by the anger and frustration, using your mouth to work through the possessive fury rolling through his veins.

“look at me” he grunted, his hips pausing for a fraction of a second, buried deep.

so you forced your watery eyes upward, looking into his gaze, the sight of you completely vulnerable and somewhat worn out underneath him and with your small hands gripping his thighs for balance while your pajama dress was pushed up past your hips, made his jaw clench harder.

“yeah… keep those eyes right on me” he muttered

ve pulled out almost completely, letting the cool air hit your wet lips for just a second before he slammed back in and a muffled cry caught in your throat, your fingers digging into his jeans as the deep. he was thrusting faster now, his breaths coming in heavy, ragged pants as the friction brought him closer to the edge.

With a final, deep thrust that buried his length completely in your mouth, his body went rigid. Jermajesty let out a low, guttural groan, his fingers tightening in your hair as he pulsed against the back of your throat, filling your mouth with his thick, warm cum. he held you there, forcing you to take every drop of him while his hips twitched with the fading aftershocks of his orgasm.

he pulled out slowly, breathing heavily as he looked down at your flushed face and wet lips yet the anger hasn’t completely left his eyes, but it had shifted into something entirely dominant but efore you could even wipe your mouth, his large hands clamped around your waist, lifting you effortlessly from the bed and pulling you onto his lap.

he sat heavily on the edge of the mattress, forcing you to sit between his thighs and your short pajama dress was pushed completely up to your waist, leaving your bare skin pressed against his jeans.

“you think you're done?” he whispered, his voice low against your ear. grabbing your thighs and pulling them a part

you let out a shaky breath, your hands gripping the sheets for balance. “Jermajesty-”

“aht aht” he cut you off, his hand sliding around to the front, instantly finding dripping pussy. he didn't ease into it. he drove two fingers deep inside you, making you arch your back and gasp against his chest “tell daddy whose house you're in”

“yours" you whined "It's yours daddy"

“exactly” he growled, immediately establishing a quick, relentless pace with his fingers then he curled them inside you, hitting the exact spot that made your toes curl, while his thumb began to rub friction against your clit at a punishing speed. “and since it's my house, you're gonna tell me exactly what the fuck is going on…so who is Travis?”

“he-he's ah! he's just a guy from work!” you cried out, your hips involuntarily trying to roll with the fast, heavy rhythm of his hand. he was moving too fast, stretching you out and driving you toward the edge before you could even process the pleasure.

“just a guy from work?" Jermajesty scoffed, his fingers picking up the pace inside you over and over until you were dripping wet against his hand. “you don't bring a coworker's name into my bedroom unless you've been thinking about him. were you thinking about him while you were waiting downstairs for me? huh? standing by the door like you run shit?"

“no! I swear, it was an accident daddy, please!” you tried to lift yourself up slightly to escape the intense, quick friction, but his other hand clamped down hard on your hip, pinning you firmly to his lap.

“don't fucking run. take it this shit” he commanded, as he kept the brutal, fast pace going. “you had a lot of mouth downstairs. screaming at me about where I've been, talking about the bare minimum. you think another nigga is gonna give you the maximum? you think this Travis guy can make you cum all over his hand like this?"

“noo!” you sobbed, your head dropping onto his shoulder as the climax began to build violently in your chest. the speed of his fingers was dizzying, pushing you completely over the brink. “no, only you. please, Daddy, I'm gonna-“

“say my name” he demanded, his fingers moving in a blur now, driving deep and fast “say it so you don't ever fucking forget it”

“Jermajesty! please!”

the moment the name left your lips, your body clenched tightly around his fingers, your orgasm hitting you in hard, violent waves but … he didn't stop, he kept the quick, ruthless pace going right through your climax, forcing you to ride out every single spasm on his lap until you were completely breathless and shaking against him.

the fast, relentless pace of his fingers suddenly cut off, leaving you pulsing and completely undone on his lap. Before you could even catch your breath or let your hips settle, Jermajesty’s hands gripped your waist with bruising force once again but now he was shifting his weight and flipping you straight off his lap onto the mattress.

you landed face down on the edge of the bed, your upper body pressed flat against the sheets while your feet were left planted firmly on the floor. before you could even try to pull yourself up, he grabbed both of your wrists in one broad palm, hoisting your arms up and locking them together tightly over the small of your back.

“you think you're getting a break?” he huffed in your ear, his chest rising and falling heavily

you let out a sharp whimper as he used his free hand to guide his thick, hardened dick right against your soaking wet pussy. he didn't give you a second to adjust and so with one massive, unforgiving thrust, he drilled straight into you from behind so hard the headboard cracked against the wall.

thump! thump! thump! thump! thump!

“fuuck! daddyyy!” your voice cut off into a breathless gasp as he immediately locked into a brutal, punishing rhythm.

he was relentless, practically drilling into you from the back with deep, heavy strokes that made your knees shake where you stood and with your wrists pinned helplessly on your lower back, you couldn't move, couldn't run, and couldn't cushion the impact as his hips violently smacked against your ass with every single push. ghe angle was impossibly deep, hitting your sweet spot with a raw force that had you crying out into the mattress.

“tell me who’s pussy this is” he demanded, his voice a low quiet, order as he picked up the pace, his thrusts turning fast and savage. “say it while out your threw this mattress”

“you ah! you do, daddy!" you sobbed, your head thrashing against the sheets as the intense friction began to coil tightly in your stomach all over again.

“that’s what i thought” he growled, pulling out nearly all the way and then slowly grinding “so don't you ever let another man's name cross your lips again, you understand?”

“yes daddy” you sobbed as he kept pounding into you from behind, each heavy thrust sending a jolt of pure heat straight to your core. the friction was overwhelming, building a tight, breathless tension in your hips that made your legs tremble against the floor.

you managed to twist your right hand free from his grip and instinctively, you reached back, your fingers wrapping tightly around his thick wrist, trying to pull his hand away or just slow down the punishing momentum of his hips.

Jermajesty paused instantly, his length buried fully inside you, stretching you to the limit. the sudden stillness was deafening. he leaned down, his chest pressing heavily into your back as his fingers tightened around your other wrist, pinning it harder against your spine.

“move your fucking hand” he whispered against your ear.

“Jermajesty, please, s’too muuch” you choked out, your fingers still desperately gripping his wrist.

“I said, move your hand” he growled, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument. “you don't get to dictate shit right now. put it back.”

trembling, your grip loosened, and you slowly let your hand drop back onto the mattress, completely surrendering control.

“good girl” he muttered

the second your hand was away, he slammed his hips forward again, picking up right where he left off but with a renewed, savage intensity. be thrusted into you fast and deep, the heavy slaps of his skin against yours echoing through the room as he claimed every inch of you, forcing you to take the full weight of his possessive fury.

The relentless, heavy rhythm finally pushed you both past the point of no return. Jermajesty’s grip on your wrist tightened to a bruising hold as his pace turned frantic, thrusting into you with deep, desperate strokes an with a final, groan, he buried himself completely inside you, his body locking up as his warm cum shot inside you, holding you tightly against him until the last of the intense waves finally subsided.

slowly, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside you, both of you completely breathless, the heavy air in the room finally starting to cool.

after a long, quiet moment, Jermajesty rolled over, pulling your shaking body against his chest. the volatile anger from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a heavy, exhausted calm as he wrapped his large arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

“I'm sorry baby” he muttered softly “I shouldn't have lost my shit like that and I shouldn't have put my hands on you out of anger. it’s just... hearing another name out of your mouth completely flipped a switch in me. m’sorry baby”

you let out a soft sigh, turning your head to press a kiss to his jaw, the lingering tension completely draining from your body. “I'm sorry too. It really was just a slip of the tongue, an accident from work and I shouldn't have shoved you downstairs. I was just so scared when you didn't answer”

Jermajesty squeezed you tighter, letting out a long, weary breath. “my phone really did die, but that’s no excuse for not checking in. I was out with my brother and a few guys, we got locked and honestly, we lost completely track of time. by the time we wrapped up, it was already past two in the morning. I should’ve found a way to call you. I didn’t mean to leave you sitting here thinking the worst.”

you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, comforting beat of his heart. “just don't do it again”

“I won't” he murmured, kissing the top of your head as he pulled the blanket up over both of your shoulders. “I promise”

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Michael Jackson<3:

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Breakup therapy

the world knew that michael was a lover boy, he worshipped the ground women walked on and treated them with such gentleness as if they were porcelain—you fell into that category as his lady.

but they didn’t know michael had such a perverse mindset, that behind the shades hid a leering gaze on the body that was solely his.

michael was a man of good faith—he tried his best not to gawk at you but how could he not? its like everything you did was a test of his patience. you were temptation on legs.

like once you were walking around the house in a pair of shorts and a tanktop to get through the hot weather, abruptly dropping the CD you were holding. “crap..” you had muttered, bending over to pick it up.

michael had just been about to make his way to the kitchen when he found you in that position—ass puckered in the air and the fabric of your shorts tight over your cheeks.

safe to say? his cock was immediately hard, and he had to hurry off to the bathroom before you saw him.

or like another time when you both were play fighting and you climbed onto him, giggling and tickling his sides, clothed pussy righttt over the growing bulge in his slacks. “mama—… hold on a moment. lemme use the bathroom ‘kay?” he had nervously stammered out, gently moving you off him so he could rush into the bathroom and whip out his cock that was already leaking cum.

and gosh, the most embarrassing memory, when you came out to the pool in a little scrap you called a bathing suit—his cock was achingly hard—but instead of being able to scurry off and handle his business, you spotted it immediately.

that led you to jerk him off on one of the lounge chairs, kissing his neck and whispering into his ear. “aw mikey, you can’t help yourself can you?” he had let out mewls and whispered pleas, his orgasm approaching

“cmon, big daddy, come for me.” you purred seductively in his ear and he was a goner, come spurting out of his cock and making a mess of your hand.

scenario: michael always walked the line, a devoted servant of the lord. but everything changes when he meets you. torn between religious guilt and overwhelming desire, he completely surrenders, trading his salvation to fall on his knees and worship his new goddess.

he doesn't know when his love for you started. but at the first glance he gave you, he knew it. you were a beautiful sin.

maybe it was a rotten love since the beginning. michael always walked the line; he did everything for his family. he tried to be a good servant of the lord.

Timeline: Dangerous era

Pairing: Michael x black reader (wife)

Preview: Your pregnant and home alone when a craving hits. Maybe you can slip out before Michael gets home, right?

Content: Fluffy goodness, protective Michael, bit suggestive at the end.

A/N: On the fence about this one, but hope ya'll enjoy!

As always likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated.

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Dangerous era: 

Neverland Ranch, Sept 1991; 12:30am 

Comfortably lounging on the couch, you were content with a copy of Rochele Alers’ ‘My Love’s Keeper’, when a sudden urge hit you like a mack truck. The craving for a Mexican pizza and hard shell tacos was instant. 

Rubbing a soothing hand over your 6 months pregnant belly, you hoped the motion would alleviate the sudden kick your son had just delivered to your side. 

“Alright little one, mommy is trying to finish this chapter please.” You cooed. 

As if that wasn’t a good enough reason, he kicked again harder. 

“Well that was just rude, nugget.” You protested, rubbing a palm over the offended area. 

Placing your bookmark and closing the book. You set it down on the table and tossed the throw blanket off your legs. Since you were so rudely interrupted, by your own child no less, it was decided you were venturing out in search of food. 

Luckily Michael was still in the studio working on his latest album, ‘Dangerous’ and wouldn’t be home for at least a couple hours, plenty of time for you to satiate your craving and be back home with no one none the wiser. 

Glancing down at the oversized Spelman sweatshirt, black leggings and white crew socks you wore, it would have to suffice. Sliding your feet into the black birkenstocks resting on the shoe rack by the door, you grabbed your crossbody draping it across your frame and shuffled toward the side door just off the kitchen. 

With keys in hand you locked the door behind you and stepped out into the slightly cool night heading toward your red 300 class Mercedes Benz. Keeping the top up and grateful for tinted windows, you gingerly slid into the seat, sticking the key into the ignition starting the car. 

Jodeci’s sultry and melodic opening to “Come and Talk to Me” filled the space and you said a quick prayer for safe travels and that your husband wouldn’t find out you’d left the ranch. 

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Removing the headset from his head and twisting his neck to relive the stiffness of being in the recording booth for 12 hours straight, Michael was weary and exhausted. A hot shower, soft bed and his wife were the only comforts he wanted now. 

“Hey Mike, that was it man. We’re wrapping for the night!” Teddy Riley’s voice came through the speakers. 

Michael was experimenting with a new sound, ‘New Jack Swing’ and in turn working with Teddy the originator of said sound. The album was shaping up beautifully and at nearly two years, was near completion. 

Being a perfectionist took its toll at times, but he knew it would more than be worth the late nights, worn vocal chords and rushed kisses from his wife. 

Stepping out the booth, Michael bore a tired smile on his angelic face. “Those background vocals are gonna hit just right. I’m pleased with them.” He declared. 

Flicking his wrist, he noted the time; quarter to one. Definitely time to get home to my babies. He thought. 

“I’ll be in tomorrow afternoon Teddy, have a good night man.” Michael announced as he gathered his black fedora and sunglasses in hand and left the studio. 

He found Bill waiting for him in the idling car. Not wasting a moment, he opened the rear passenger door and damn near collapsed onto the soft seat. 

Without fully turning, Bill let a small chuckle escape. “Bout wore yourself out again huh Joker?” 

“The price of fame and perfection Bill, but I miss my bed and my wife.” Michael huffed out a tired sigh. 

“Then let’s get you home so you can be welcomed by both.” Bill suggested as he pulled off into the sleepy California night. 

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Nodding off under his fedora, Michael’s sleep laden eyes peered open when the car came to a stop. 

“Michael, you’re home. Gone head and get some rest cat, I’ll see you later today.” Bill announced. 

“Thanks Bill, good night.” Michael yawned. 

“Night son.” Bill lightly chuckled with a small shake of his head.

Michael exited the vehicle sluggishly and ambled toward the front door. Unlocking and pushing the door open, he noted the soft glow of a lamp supplying the only source of light. Walking fully into the foyer, he gently closed the door so as not to startle or wake you. 

However, unknown to Michael you were presently nowhere to be found in the house. 

Following the faint brightness as if a fairy was dropping pixie dust, his eyes flicked around the family room expecting to possibly see your smiling face but only a forgotten book and rumpled throw blanket remained. 

Assuming you were probably in bed fast asleep, Michael made his way up the winding staircase, mindful of creaking steps. Reaching the top of the landing he removed his fedora and tugged the ponytail holder from his loose curls. 

Pulling a hand through the strands, he detangled a few knots, silently wishing they were your fingers instead. He always enjoyed the scalp massages and the way your nails felt against the nape of his neck. 

Padding silently into the bedroom, he was grateful for the guidance of the bed side lamp on his night stand so he didn’t stumble and disturb you. Placing the fedora and ponytail holder on the couch in the sitting area of your shared bedroom, Michael stopped short. 

Frozen for just a moment, he turned his head almost owlishly and finally noticed the empty, perfectly made bed. 

Brows furrowing and nose scrunched, he scratched his head. 

“Tink, where you at girl?” he called out, the old nickname slipping past his tongue with ease

Darting to the bathroom, it was empty. The spare bedrooms on the second floor, no signs of life. 

Racing in and out of the kitchen, theatre room, study and sunroom calling out your name, a sense of panic started creeping up Michael’s spine and came to breathe on his neck. 

“Baby, answer me please!” Michael’s anxious voice rang out. 

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In no time flat you’d reached your destination, Taco Bell  and were rocking from side to side happily as you pulled into the drive thru. Mouth practically salivating, you came to a stop in front of the speaker box. 

“Welcome to Taco Bell, what can I get you?” 

“Hello, yes can I get a number four with extra sour cream on the pizza please?” You ordered with excitement. 

“Sure and what would you like for your drink?” 

“Hmm, it’s late so I’ll get a Sierra Mist please.” You replied. 

“Alright, I have a number four with extra sour cream on the Mexican pizza with a Sierra Mist for the drink. Any sauces for you ma’am?”

“Yes, hot and mild. Oh oh and can I have light ice in the soda please?” You chirped. 

“Sure thing. Please pull forward to the first window for your total.” 

“Thank yooou!” you responded in a sing song voice. 

Paying for your order, you double checked the bag making sure everything was inside and correct. Not making your baby wait any longer, you parked in the closest space, shut the ignition off and pulled out a taco. 

“Mmm, come to mama!”

That poor taco never stood a chance! Tearing open a packet of mild sauce, you drizzled the condiment over the top and took your first bite. 

HEAVEN!

Devouring the fatty goodness, you let the flavors settle on your tongue long enough to finish the crunchy stuffed shell in a few bites. Wiping your mouth of any crumbs, you took a few swigs of soda and balled up the used wrapper. Tossing it into the bag on your front seat, you placed a hand on your stomach. 

“Alright baby boy, let’s get home ASAP cause I think your daddy should have left the studio by now.” You voiced with a hint of apprehension. 

You knew it would be a bit risky slipping out this late, but you figured with Michael’s schedule the odds would be in your favor. So color you surprised, when you arrived at the front gate and Bobby, the night guard on watch stopped you.

Bringing your car to a stop, your window crept down. Peering out the window, the hairs on the back of your neck raised as if in warning. 

Bobby ambled over, approaching your door with a heavy sigh. 

“Mrs. Jackson, I promise I didn’t give anything away but he called down here asking if I’d noticed you leaving the property. I told him it was the middle of a shift change and I hadn’t seen or heard anything amiss.” He assured you solemnly. 

Dropping your head, you closed your eyes and groaned. “Oh shit, I’m in trouble.” you murmured dejectedly. 

“I’m sure he’ll be more worried and relieved than upset darlin.” Bobby reached in patting your arm in encouragement. 

With a huff, you inched toward the main house not in a hurry to face your husband’s handsome face contorted with worry. 

Parking in your usual spot, just outside the garage, you grabbed your food and drink heading into the house.  The first thing you noticed was how bright everything was, it appeared Michael had illuminated the entire house in his search for you. 

Setting the bag on the kitchen island, you placed your keys next to it. 

In a blur of red and black, Michael was upon you, cupping your face in his hands. 

“Where the hell were you Tink? I was going outta my mind girl!” Michael stepped back, assessing your body from head to toe, ensuring you and his son were safe. 

Laying steady and gentle hands on his forearms, you started soothing him in slow broad strokes. 

“Breathe baby, we’re fine. I just stepped out for some food.” You assured him in your melodic voice. 

At six months pregnant with your first child, Michael constantly worried and waited on you hand and foot so your little late night adventure was bout to give him a heart attack. 

A few minutes ambled by before his heart rate stabilized and his chest stopped heaving. Like a switch was flipped, irritation and a bit of anger flooded Michael’s brain.

“So you mean to tell me, you went to get food this late at night? Didn’t even think to call and let me know you’d be leaving the house?”

Ducking your head, your pretty brown eyes peered up at Michael from under your long doll like lashes. 

“Well, the baby was hungry and I really wanted a Mexican pizza.” You pouted, hoping the innocent act would play in your favor. 

“Tuh!” Michael folded his arms across his broad chest. “Baby, I love you but you puttin’ yourself and our son at risk for fast food ain’t it.”

At that moment, you’d wished you had gotten him a chicken enchilada. Damn, girl. The little devil on your shoulder tsked. 

“In my defense, I thought I’d have plenty of time to go and come back without you even knowing. Blame the kid, he wanted Mexican food and it wasn’t like I was gonna cook this late.” You retorted. 

No longer able to resist, you made a move for your food, reaching into the bag to pull out the remaining hard taco supreme. Grabbing packets of sauce, you poured the hot and mild combination on top and stuffed your face. 

Michael just stood there in mild disbelief and amusement watching you scarf down the taco. 

“What?” you asked, mouth full. 

Reaching out to your extended stomach, Michael rubbed gently. 

“You’d better get your fill son, cause ya mama is still in trouble.” He spoke to his son while staring you dead in the eyes.

Gulping down the rest of the taco, you knew that look. Michael had a storm brewing behind his big soulful eyes which usually brought a heady mix of both pleasure and pain. 

“M–michael baby, it’s late. Don’t you wanna get some rest, I know it’s been a long day for you.” You tried redirecting. 

A dark chuckle left his lips, “Nah mama, I’m wide awake now since my pregnant wife decided to sneak out of our home and damn near scare me to death. Now I’ve gotta remind you what happens when you’re a bad girl.” 

Bending to place a kiss on your forehead, he snaked a hand behind you and delivered a swift slap to your ass. 

“Oooh” You shrieked, getting aroused.

“Finish your food baby, when you’re done, meet me upstairs in 15 minutes. And don’t make me wait, Tink.” 

Strolling out of the kitchen, Michael made his way back up the winding staircase with a smug strut. 

No, that man didn’t just leave you horny in the middle of the damn kitchen with an ache between your thighs. 

Rubbing your swollen belly, you cut into your pizza that you’d placed on the island. 

“That’s your damn daddy and he knows he’s too slick for his own good.” you grinned. 

With a speed you didn’t know you possessed, you polished off the pizza and finished your soda. Tidying up the kitchen of your trash, you flicked the light switch, plunging the space into darkness. 

Sauntering up the staircase, you couldn’t keep the extra sway out of your hips in anticipation of the punishment that awaited you. 

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janet can’t help it… michael’s girlfriend is so pretty.

at first, you didn’t notice. the way she’d lean in close to talk to you— whether it was a sweet whisper followed by a giggle or a tilt of her chin just to share your breath with hers. playful swats on the ass the back of your thighs. platonic kisses that ventured too close to your lips, or playful pinches that seized to hear you gasp and writhe.

she loved when you two were placed in front of a camera. she would always wrap her arms around your waist, pressing her cheek to yours as you both puckered your lips for the photo. with each shutter you changed your poses. your arms were around her neck while hers dug in your back pocket, or her lips pressed against your skin as you smile ear to ear.

and shopping with you was a dream.

“do you think this is okay?” you’d ask shyly, holding up the most skimpiest piece of lingerie.

she but her lip at the thought of you in such little fabric, “yeah, just try it on f’me and lemme make sure it fits…”

sure, you were shopping for michael, but it really felt like it was for her.

when janet finally got her hands on you, she didn’t let go.

pool days at hayvenhurst?

you went back inside so janet could “fix your bikini” though michael was perfectly capable.

your binki in question was torn off of you, scattered on the floor alongside janet’s knelt frame.

“it’s been 5 minutes…” you gasped as janet buried her face further between your thighs, ravaging the sweetness of you, “they’ll— fuck— get suspicious…”

she pulled off of you with a pop! her lips were glistening and she had no sign of stopping after this, “tell ‘em it’s girl stuff.”

michael busy in the studio? she was busy with you.

you’d be locked away in janet’s room, thighs bracketing her hips with her lips suckling your neck. the air was hot with a sweet aroma of your perfume that janet lost herself in. she got drunk off your little moans and gasps, tugging at your hair as your clothed core ground against of her own. the seam of her jeans felt so perfect against the thin material of your panties.

“mm… janet.. he’ll be back any minute,” you moaned against the crowd of her head.

she nipped at your skin, her hands mapping down the arch of your back to squeeze the supple flesh of your ass. she’s so fucking thankful you wore that miniskirt. “stop worryin’ baby… door’s locked.. relax…”

you let out a muffled moan against your palm as dug her nose in your cleavage, tongue lapping at the heated skin there. you whimpered as her fingers tugged the material of your tank over your head, throwing it across the room. “won’t leave any marks…” she licked her lips, “i promise…”

and when michael came home, you were spent. passed out on his bed, sensitive and sore, passed out. you looked so at peace, he thought.

“baby, how ‘bout this one?” you held up yet another mini skirt, looking over at your boyfriend. michael stood beside you, already holding three heavy designer bags from the previous stores, a patient smile on his face.

when you mentioned wanting to go shopping yesterday, you hadn’t expected him to buy out the entire mall. but, like the good boy he was, he’d cleared the place out just so his baby could browse in peace.

“that’d look beautiful on you, sweetheart,” he replied softly. he’d been trying to convince you to actually try things on for him all afternoon, a request you’d been actively avoiding. you had been doing a good job of dodging it, too. unbeknownst to him, you weren’t wearing a single thing under your sundress—you’d skipped the underwear entirely this morning out of fear that the thin fabric would show a panty line.

but your luck had officially run out.

now, here you were in the private fitting room. michael was settled into the plush armchair in the corner, his eyes locked on you as you finally slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders, letting the fabric pool at your ankles and revealing your bare body to him.

“wow…” michael breathed, biting his bottom lip as his gaze trailed slowly over your luscious curves.

“hand me the skirt, please?” you reached your hand out, trying to ignore the sudden heat in his eyes—he was staring at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

instead of handing it over, he held the skirt just out of your reach, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “where are your panties, mama?”

you felt your face flush. “they’re right here... what do you mean? can i just have the skirt now, please?”

“was this on purpose?” he teased, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes darkened.

“mike, you’re startin’ to piss me off now,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, even though it did nothing to hide the heat creeping up your neck.

he let out a deep chuckle, completely unbothered by your attitude. “y’know, you’re talkin’ a lot of junk for someone standin’ completely naked in front of me right now...”

the next thing you knew , michael’s hands were on you. he had shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free himself, gripping your waist and pulled you right into his lap.

you gasped as he guided you down, sinking you onto him all at once. your back pressed flush against his chest, and those big hands of his locked firmly onto your hips, setting a relentless, bouncing rhythm that had you clinging to his thighs for balance.

“baby... oh shit...” you moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder as the pleasure hit you in waves.

“atta’ girl, baby,” he groaned darkly against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. His grip tightened, anchoring you as he watched the white ring of your cum gather around the base of his shaft every time you pushed all the way down, burying him inside your tight heat. “squeezin’ me so damn good...”

the intensity was making your knees weak, even while sitting. you turned your head blindly toward him, completely desperate and almost out of breath. “kiss... can I have a kiss, p-please...?” you whimpered.

how could he say no to you when you begged so pretty like that? he slid one large hand up from your hip to your neck, fingers gripping gently as he pulled your face to meet his. he caught your lips in a deep kiss, your tongues gliding together in a messy, breathless rhythm that matched the pace of his hips.

shifting your weight, you let one hand slide up his chest to cup his jaw. your acrylics gently scratched against the rough friction of his growing beard—a recent look of his that you had become stupidly obsessed with. he let out a low growl into your mouth, pushing up higher against you as the thrill of almost getting caught outside those thin fitting room doors made everything twice as sensitive.

pulling away from the kiss just enough to catch your breath, your hand stayed anchored to his face. his gaze shifted through his glasses, from your face to the large mirror directly in front of you, his eyes fixed on the reflection of where your bodies continuously met. the fitting room was filled with the rhythmic, soft slap of your skin hitting his pelvis with every drop.

“look at you... look so pretty, mama,” he muttered, his voice a gravelly, low rumble against your skin as he watched the reflection. “takin’ me so good.”

“michael...” you whined, the intense friction pushing you closer to the edge, your voice growing dangerously loud.

“shh,” he hushed you, pressing a hot, damp kiss right to the sensitive crook of your neck. at the same time, his hand slid down from your neck, pressing flat against your abdomen. It was a gentle but firm reminder, anchoring you to his lap. “don’t wanna get us caught, pretty.”

as you buried your face in his shoulder to muffle your next moan, you couldn't help but think that the next time you went shopping, you’d definitely be pulling this stunt again if this is what it got you.

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janet can’t help it… michael’s girlfriend is so pretty.

at first, you didn’t notice. the way she’d lean in close to talk to you— whether it was a sweet whisper followed by a giggle or a tilt of her chin just to share your breath with hers. playful swats on the ass the back of your thighs. platonic kisses that ventured too close to your lips, or playful pinches that seized to hear you gasp and writhe.

she loved when you two were placed in front of a camera. she would always wrap her arms around your waist, pressing her cheek to yours as you both puckered your lips for the photo. with each shutter you changed your poses. your arms were around her neck while hers dug in your back pocket, or her lips pressed against your skin as you smile ear to ear.

and shopping with you was a dream.

“do you think this is okay?” you’d ask shyly, holding up the most skimpiest piece of lingerie.

she but her lip at the thought of you in such little fabric, “yeah, just try it on f’me and lemme make sure it fits…”

sure, you were shopping for michael, but it really felt like it was for her.

when janet finally got her hands on you, she didn’t let go.

pool days at hayvenhurst?

you went back inside so janet could “fix your bikini” though michael was perfectly capable.

your binki in question was torn off of you, scattered on the floor alongside janet’s knelt frame.

“it’s been 5 minutes…” you gasped as janet buried her face further between your thighs, ravaging the sweetness of you, “they’ll— fuck— get suspicious…”

she pulled off of you with a pop! her lips were glistening and she had no sign of stopping after this, “tell ‘em it’s girl stuff.”

michael busy in the studio? she was busy with you.

you’d be locked away in janet’s room, thighs bracketing her hips with her lips suckling your neck. the air was hot with a sweet aroma of your perfume that janet lost herself in. she got drunk off your little moans and gasps, tugging at your hair as your clothed core ground against of her own. the seam of her jeans felt so perfect against the thin material of your panties.

“mm… janet.. he’ll be back any minute,” you moaned against the crowd of her head.

she nipped at your skin, her hands mapping down the arch of your back to squeeze the supple flesh of your ass. she’s so fucking thankful you wore that miniskirt. “stop worryin’ baby… door’s locked.. relax…”

you let out a muffled moan against your palm as dug her nose in your cleavage, tongue lapping at the heated skin there. you whimpered as her fingers tugged the material of your tank over your head, throwing it across the room. “won’t leave any marks…” she licked her lips, “i promise…”

and when michael came home, you were spent. passed out on his bed, sensitive and sore, passed out. you looked so at peace, he thought.