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THE JACKSON JINX

warning: extremely explicit content. contains rough sex, scat, piss, vomit, and breeding kinks.

this fanfic is rated NC-17.

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the jackson estate smells like expensive cologne and cinnamon. it’s loud and chaotic, a perfect storm of rich kid energy. i’m the guest, the reason for this sleepover, but honestly, i think they needed me more. the air was thick with tension that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

jermaine and jackie were already in their prime, kings of their own domain, while jermajesty and jaafar were vibrating with restless, teenage energy. jaafar was shy at first, sitting in the corner with his phone, too polite to make eye contact until the alcohol really started flowing. he was cute, real cute, but he had a hunger behind his eyes that i couldn't ignore. jermajesty was different—loud, confident, taking up every inch of space.

i walk into the boys bedroom where the smell of alcohol and marijuana hit me. i instantly became turned on.

the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. jermajesty was loud, taking up space, his confidence oozing off him. jaafar, the quiet one, was vibrating with energy. he looked at me with wide, dark eyes, his body trembling slightly. "i wanna taste you," jaafar whispered, his voice barely audible.

"get over here," jermajesty commanded, grabbing jaafar by the back of the neck and pulling him closer to me. "show her how much you want it."

jaafar leaned in, his nose nudging my inner thigh. he inhaled deeply, his eyes closing in pleasure. "you smell so good," he murmured. he ran his tongue up the inside of my leg, his hand reaching up to cup my breast, squeezing it firmly. "your skin is so soft."

"don't be shy," jermajery said, reaching over to pinch my nipple hard, making me gasp. "show her what you can do."

jaafar’s confidence seemed to grow with the encouragement. he kissed my hip bone, then moved lower, his tongue finding my clit. he licked it tentatively at first, then with increasing enthusiasm. he didn't just lick; he sucked and bit, his teeth scraping against my sensitive skin. i arched my back, my hands tangling in his hair.

"yeah, that's it," i moaned, encouraging him. "eat that pussy."

jermajesty didn't want to be left out. he pushed jaafar’s head aside and moved in. he pushed his tongue into my mouth, sharing my taste with me. "you taste like vanilla," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "i love it."

but jaafar wasn't ready to give up. he moved back down, his tongue tracing the line of my stomach, down to my navel. he dipped his tongue into my navel, his eyes rolling back as he feasted on me. "i want to eat all of you," he said, his voice low and husky. "i want to eat your insides."

he pushed my legs open wider and buried his face between them. he wasn't gentle. he ate me out like a starving man, his tongue darting in and out of my pussy, sucking on my lips, licking my clit. he was relentless. he didn't give me a chance to breathe.

i was moaning, my body trembling with pleasure. i looked down at jaafang and jermajesty. they were both watching me, their eyes dark and intense. jermajesty reached out and pulled me closer, forcing me to sit on his lap. "look at her," he said to jaafar. "look at how much she enjoys it."

jaafar looked at me, his face covered in my juices. he reached out and touched my cheek, wiping away the evidence. "you're so beautiful," he said. "i want to fill you up."

"we both do," jermajesty said. "gonna breed you, girl. gonna make you ours."

then, the kinks started pouring in. jermajesty pulled out his gun from his pocket, a small silver pistol. he pressed the cold metal against my cheek. "open up," he said, his voice low and husky. "gonna put this in your mouth."

i opened my mouth, and he slid the gun in, holding it there. "swallow," he commanded. "don't let any of it fall out."

jaafar was busy eating my ass. he had buried his face in my crack, his tongue probing deep into my hole. he licked and sucked, his nose rubbing against my skin. he was relentless. he ate my ass like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

"your ass tastes so good," jaafar groaned main, pulling back to look at me. "i want to eat your shit, too."

"eat it," jermajesty said, his gun still in my mouth. "eat it all."

jaafar didn't need to be told twice. he pushed my legs up and back, spreading me wide. he buried his face in my ass again, this time licking and sucking at my hole. he was getting me open, getting me wet and sloppy. he pulled back, and i felt a warm stream of piss hit my face and mouth.

"drink it," jaafar commanded, his eyes wild. "drink my piss."

i drank it, the warm liquid filling my mouth and running down my throat. i loved the taste. it was salty and hot, and i felt like a total slut. i swallowed every drop, even when it dripped down my chin and onto my chest.

jermajesty pulled the gun out of my mouth. "good girl," he said. "now, let's see what you can do."

jaafar, still not done, went back to eating my ass. he was relentless. he was eating my ass so hard that i felt a gush of liquid shoot out of me. it was a mixture of my juices and maybe a little bit of bodily fluid. it looked like vomit. i threw my head back and couldn't help but scream, "i'm gonna fucking die!"

"what's wrong?" jermajesty asked, looking at me. "what's happening?"

"i'm gonna throw up," i said, breathless. "i'm gonna throw up!"

i leaned forward, and my stomach convulsed, and i vomited all over jaafar’s face and chest. it was a mix of stomach acid, alcohol, and our combined juices. it looked gross, the liquid sludge running down his face. but he didn't care. he groaned, his eyes rolling back, and he licked the vomit off his face, tasting me.

"yeah, that's it," jister yelled, watching me vomit. "eat that shit, jaafar."

jaafar licked every drop of vomit off his face, his eyes wild. "you're so fucking hot," he said, raw and hungry. "i want to a few more."

"we're gonna run a train on you," jermajesty said. "we're gonna take turns breeding you."

then, the scat kink kicked in. jaafar pulled back, his face smeared with vomit and my juices. he looked at me with a hungry look in his "fuck me," he said, his voice low and raw. "i want to taste your shit."

he got on his knees between my legs, spreading my cheeks. he pushed his tongue deep into my ass, licking and probing. he was eating my ass so deep that he found the treasure he was looking for. he pulled back, and i felt a gush of soft, warm, mushy brown shit coming out of my ass.

he didn't hesitate. he immediately put his mouth over my ass and started eating my shit. he chewed and swallowed, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. he was eating my shit like it was a delicacy. he was completely unphased by the grossness of the kink. he was so freaky.

"eat that," jermajesty said, grabbing my hair and forcing me to suck his cock while jaafar ate my shit. "you're a good girl. you're a good slut. you other scene, the back room was getting heated fast. jaafar was shy in the beginning, just staring at me, his dark eyes wide, taking in the sight of my body in the oversized tee. he was biting his lip, looking like he wanted to eat me alive but was too polite to make a move. jermajesty, on the other hand, was already all over me, grabbing my ass and pulling me against him.

"come on, jaafar," jermajesty said, shoving his brother toward me. "show her what you got. you wanna fuck this pussy, don't you?"

jaafar finally moved, his hands trembling slightly as he touched my hips. he leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and whispered, "you smell so good," before he kissed my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

"i want to taste you," jaafar said, his voice barely a whisper, but filled with a sudden, intense hunger.

he didn't wait. he buried his face between my legs, his tongue diving into my pussy with a desperate, hungry rhythm. he was sloppy and messy, his tongue exploring every inch, sucking on my clit, licking up my juices with an enthusiasm that was almost violent. he was eating me out like a starving man, his nose rubbing against my ass, his face getting soaked in my arousal.

"good boy," i moaned, running my fingers through his hair. "eat that pussy, jaafar."

jermajesty wasn't about to be left out. he pulled jaaffar’s head away from my pussy and shoved his own face in. he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, sharing my taste. "you taste like vanilla," he said, his voice thick with lust. "i love it."

but jaafar wasn't ready to give up. he moved his tongue down to my stomach, tracing the line of my navel, dipping into it, making me giggle. "i want to eat your insides too," he said, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he feasted on my belly button.

then jaafar’s tongue traced a path lower, past my navel, diving into my belly button like it was another hole to explore. he was messy, his face glistening with my juices, his dark eyes staring up at me with a mix of adoration and pure, unadulterated freakiness. "i want to eat all of you," he groaned, the words muffled against my skin.

he pushed my legs back, forcing them to my chest, and buried his face in my ass. he didn't just lick; he devoured. his tongue was a relentless machine, probing deep into my hole, pushing past the muscle to get inside. he was eating me out like he was trying to eat his way into my stomach. his nose rubbed roughly against my sensitive skin, his stubble scraping as he went to town.

"yeah, jaafar," i moaned, my hips bucking against his face. "eat that ass. get it open for me."

jermajesty, watching his brother feast, pulled out his gun—a small silver pistol—and pressed it against my forehead. "open wide," he commanded, his voice low and possessive. "gonna put this in your mouth."

i opened my mouth, and he slid the cold metal inside, the barrel hitting the back of my throat. he held it there, watching me struggle to breathe around the gun, his eyes dark with amusement and lust.

"good girl," he growled. "take it all."

jaafar, still between my legs, was relentless. he was eating my ass so hard that i felt a gush of liquid shoot out of me. it wasn't just my juices; it was a mix of piss and come. i screamed, my body convulsing as the warm liquid hit my face and his mouth. it was gross, but it turned me on.

"drink it," jaafar commanded, his eyes wild. "drink my piss."

i swallowed what i could, the salty taste filling my mouth. jermajesty pulled the gun out of my mouth, and i gasped for air, coughing a little. "good girl," he said, wiping the gun on my shirt. "now, let's see if you can handle more."

jaafar pulled back, his face smeared with my juices and piss, looking like a total mess. but he wasn't done. he pushed my legs up and back, spreading me wide. he buried his face in my ass again, this time licking and sucking at my hole with renewed vigor. he was getting me sloppy, his tongue working overtime to prepare me.

he pulled back, and i felt a gush of soft, warm, mushy brown shit coming out of my ass. it was a mix of my shit and some of his saliva, and it looked and smelled terrible. but jaafar didn't hesitate. he immediately put his mouth over my ass and started eating my shit.

"eat that shit, jaafar," i said, watching him devour my shit. "you're such a freak."

jaafar chewed and swallowed, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. he was eating my shit like it was the best meal he'd ever had. he was completely unphased by the grossness, instead reveling in the debasement. he looked up at me, his face smeared with shit and piss, looking absolutely debased and possessed.

"i want to be inside you," jaafar said, his voice thick with lust. "i want to fill you up with my seed."

he pulled out his big black cock, thick and long, curving slightly up. he slapped it against my cheek, the sound echoing in the room. "look at this big black cock," he said. "i want to breed you."

jermajesty moved in, pushing jaafar aside. he grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders. he was even bigger, his cock thick and curved, with a heavy vein running up the side. "you're gonna take this too," he said, his voice low and angry.

he pressed the head of his cock against my ass, stretching it wide. he didn't give me time to adjust. he slammed into me, and i cried out, my eyes widening. he was huge. he was bigger than jaafar, and he filled me completely. he began to fuck me hard, his hips slapping against my skin. he held onto my waist, his fingers digging in, and pounded me into the mattress.

"i'm gonna breed you so hard," he growled, his face contorted with pleasure. "you're gonna be full of jackson seed."

jaafar was watching, his hand stroking his own cock, looking at his brother take me. "look at you take his big dick," jaafar said, his voice thick with lust. "look at you being a dirty little slut. i wish it was me."

jermajesty ignored him, focused on his own pleasure. he fucked me like he was trying to break me, his cock hitting every inch of my ass, sending me into orbit. i was screaming his name, my body shaking with every thrust.

after what felt like hours, jermajagey came hard, his body shuddering, his cock buried deep inside me, pumping his load into my ass. he pulled out, and his seed spilled out of my ass, dripping down my legs, mixing with the shit and piss on the bed.

jaafar moved in, his face smeared with shit and piss and come. he didn't hesitate. he immediately put his mouth over my ass, eating the mixture of our bodily fluids, his tongue digging deep to clean me up. "you're so fucking hot," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in play. "i want to taste you again."

the scene ended with us in a complete mess, covered in sweat, piss, shit, and come. i was a total wreck, my body sore and used, but completely satisfied. the boys had taken turns using me, and i was covered in their filth. it was the most intense, aggressive, play session i'd ever had.

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that night i woke up thirsty. the house was quiet except for the hum of the fridge. i padded out to the kitchen in just my oversized tee, the remnants of the night still clinging to my skin. jermaine was there, leaning against the counter, holding a glass of whiskey. he looked devastatingly handsome, his silver hair slightly tousled, his body radiating a kind of rugged maturity that made my knees weak.

"hey there," he said, his voice low and raspy. "couldn't sleep?"

"just thirsty," i mumbled, reaching for a water bottle. he stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating through the air. "you smell like them," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "tired?"

"no," i lied. "just... had a lot of fun."

he laughed, a deep, throaty sound. "you did. you were wild." he took a sip of his drink, his eyes roaming over my body, lingering on the hickey jermajesty had left on my collarbone. "how are your legs?"

i looked down at my legs, which were still aching from the pounding they'd taken. "a little sore."

"yeah?" he stepped closer, his hand trailing up my thigh, his fingers rough and calloused. "the boys were telling me about what you did to them."

i blushed, my heart racing. "what did they say?"

"not much. just that you were a little too much for them." he leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. "i didn't believe them." his hand moved up to cup my ass, his grip firm. "they think they know how to fuck. but i've been doing this a long time."

i moaned, his touch sending sparks through my body. "what are you doing, jermaine?"

"just seeing if you can handle more," he said, his voice dropping to a growl. he lifted me up, placing me on the counter. i wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "i want to see if you can take a real man's cock."

he didn't give me time to respond. he pulled his pants down, his cock already hard and leaking, a massive beast of a thing. it was thick, curved, and impossibly long. "wow," i breathed. "that's... that's huge."

"big enough for you?" he smirked, guiding his cock to my entrance. "you can take it. you're a good girl, aren't you?"

he slammed into me, and i cried out, my back arching off the counter. he was big, bigger than his sons, and he filled me completely. he was rough, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me, his cock hitting every sweet spot inside me. he leaned in, his chest against mine, and whispered in my ear. "i'm gonna breed you so hard, you're gonna have his babies. you're gonna be full of jackson seed."

the kitchen was the stage for another incredible fuck. jermaine's style was different—less frantic, more deliberate and powerful. he owned every inch of the space, and he owned me. he drove into me with a ferocity that made me see stars, his cock rubbing against my walls in a way that sent me into orbit. i was screaming his name, begging for more, my nails digging into his back.

he came hard, his body shuddering as he filled me up, his seed spilling out as he pulled out. "you're mine," he groaned, his face buried in my neck. "you're so fucking good."

i was a puddle of pure pleasure, completely wrecked. i lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath, the taste of whiskey and sex in my mouth.

i went back to bed, exhausted, my body feeling like it was going to fall apart.

i woke up again, it was midnight. the house was dark, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the windows. i was groggy, disoriented, and reaching for the water bottle on my nightstand, i got up and i walked into the living and it was jackie, sitting on the couch looking as devastatingly handsome as ever. he was shirtless, his muscles gleaming in the moonlight, and his eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that matched my own.

i decided to sit down on the couch, far from jackie and watch some videos of my phone

"hi," he said softly, his voice low and husky. "couldn't sleep?"

"hi," i whispered, sitting up. "just a bad dream."

"yeah?" he stepped closer, his eyes roaming over my body, his gaze hot. "what was it about?"

"just... about being here," i said, truthfully. "about all of you."

he smiled, a slow, sexy smile that made my heart skip a beat. "you like it here, huh?"

"i do," i breathed, leaning forward. "i like it a lot.”

i wasn't just saying it. being surrounded by all these powerful, beautiful men was like being in a paradise i didn't want to leave.

jackie’s smile widened, and he reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "then stay."

the words hung in the air, heavy and charged. before i could even process what he meant, he leaned in and captured my lips in a kiss that was desperate and hungry. it wasn't the tentative exploration of jaafar earlier, nor the rough aggression of jermajesty. it was something deeper, more consuming. he tasted like mint and dark desire.

his hands were everywhere—grazing over my breasts, gripping my waist, pulling me flush against him. i could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my thigh, and the reality of the situation washed over me. i was in the middle of the night, in the bedroom of a man who could have anyone, yet he wanted me.

i wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. he groaned into the kiss, his tongue delving deeper, demanding access. he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, marking me as his.

"you're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "so fucking beautiful."

he pushed me back against the pillows, his body covering mine. i looked up at him, his eyes dark and intense. "i want to taste you," he said, his hand sliding under my shirt.

i lifted my arms, letting him strip me of my clothes. the cool air hit my skin, but his warmth was instantly replaced by his hot mouth. he didn't waste any time. he went straight for my pussy, his tongue plunging into my folds, licking and sucking with a ferocity that made me gasp.

"oh god, jackie," i moaned, my hips bucking against his face. "yes, eat me."

he ate me like a starving man, his tongue exploring every inch of me, his nose rubbing against my clit. i was dripping wet, a mess of arousal. i reached down, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, needing more.

he looked up at me, his eyes dark and lustful. "you taste so good," he said, before going back to work. he was skilled, his tongue moving in circles, swirling around my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me.

i came hard, my body arching off the bed, my toes curling. i screamed his name, my body convulsing as i squirted, my juices coating his face. he lapped it up greedily, drinking me down like a man dying of thirst.

i was breathless, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm. he moved up, his body hovering over me, his cock pulsing against my thigh. "want this," he said, his voice low and husky. "want to fill you up."

he guided his cock to my entrance, the head teasing my lips. "i'm gonna make love to you," he growled, and slammed into me.

i cried out, my eyes widening. he was big, just like the others, but he was different. he was smooth, his movements precise and controlled. he filled me completely, stretching me to my limit. he started to fuck me, his hips moving in a steady, rhythmic pace, hitting all the right spots.

i looked into his eyes and he was crying, his face and tears contorted with pleasure. "you're so good," i breathed, my hands on his shoulders. "you're so good at this."

he smiled, a sexy, crooked smile. "i know," he he said, his voice low and husky. "i know i am."

he was right. he was incredible. he was rougher than jaafar, more aggressive than jermajesty, but he had a finesse that made everything better. he knew exactly how to hit my g-spot, how to make me beg for more. he pounded into me, his cock hitting my cervix with every thrust, sending me spiraling closer to the edge.

i dug my nails into his back, leaving marks on his skin. "harder," i commanded, my voice breathless. "fuck me harder."

he obliged, his pace increasing, his hips slapping against my skin. he was a machine of pure pleasure, his body working to make me feel good. he was obsessed with me, his eyes locked on my face, watching my expressions as he took me.

"i'm gonna fill you up," he said, his voice low and a groan escaped his his lips. "god i fucking love you girl"

he came hard, his body shuddering, his cock buried deep inside me, pumping his load into me. he filled me completely, his seed spilling out as he pulled out, mixing with the rest of the jackson men's seed inside me.

i was a mess, my body covered in sweat and cum, my mind a blur of pleasure. i lay there, listening to his heartbeat slowing down, the air filled with the scent of sex.

i spent the next few weeks at the jackson house, living like a queen, but also like a sex slave. every day was a new adventure, a new way to be used and filled up. i was surrounded by cocks, constantly being filled, bred, and used. i was a walking cum dump, a living sex toy.

but it was the best feeling in the world. i was completely corrupted, completely changed. i was addicted to the feeling of being filled, to the feeling of being owned.