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@888janet
miss jackson’s sweet thang ! ❤︎
sneakin’ around w/ janet try somethin’ new ˎˊ˗
requests are open (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡
not really a request but pleaseee write more janet fics!!
hehe dw i’m planning too!! im super busy this summer but i’ll defo squeeze in some earlier requests and a fic during the weekend(s) !!
my cougar
SUNBATHING
Janet x f reader no smut (still mdni)
Massaging Janet in the warm sun
a/n just something short and fun
Janet's toenails were painted the color of a fresh,ripe strawberry, that deep red catching the sunlight every time she shifted on her towel.
The bikini straps dug into her shoulders just slightly enough that she'd have faint lines later.
She'd bought it for the polka dots, white on navy blue.
The sunscreen bottle was nearly empty, and she knew exactly how much was left, enough for one final application.
She didn't turn her head when she spoke, just let the words drift lazily between breaths, "Hey—mind getting my back?" The request hung in the thick air, casual but deliberate, the way she always asked for things when she wanted them.
your shadow eclipsed hers as you stood, the sunscreen bottle clicking softly in your grip. She arched slightly, pressing her stomach into the towel beneath her,waiting for the first cool touch of your fingers.
You squeezed a dollop onto her shoulder blade, watching the white cream melt against her tan before dragging your thumb downward in slow, deliberate strokes. Her breath hitched just once when your palm flattened between her shoulder blades, pressing heat into her skin.
The scent of coconut and salt rose between you as you worked the sunscreen into the dips of her spine, your fingers tracing the ridge where her ribs flared beneath her skin. She exhaled through her nose,long, unsteady as your touch lingered near the clasp of her bikini top, her muscles tensing then relaxing like a cat stretching in sunlight.
"Does it feel nice?" you murmured, barely louder than the waves lapping at the shore ten feet away. Her answer came slow, syrup-thick. "Mmm. Too nice." You could hear the smirk in it.
Your fingers wandered lower now, past the knot of her bikini, tracing the ladder of vertebrae disappearing beneath the fabric. She shivered when your thumbnail grazed the dimple at the base of her spine.
"You missed a spot," she murmured, but her voice was all breath. You dragged your palm up the length of her ribs,again further up feeling the way her skin tightened under your touch, goosebumps blooming in your wake.
Your fingertips dipped beneath the edge of her bikini top, just enough to graze the underside of her breast.
She giggled softly at it, a sweet sound.
The breeze shifted, carrying the faint scent of saltwater and coconut oil, mingling with the warmth radiating from her skin. You let your fingers linger there, not pushing further, just tracing lazy circles against the sensitive skin where fabric met flesh. Her breath stuttered again, the rhythm of it syncing with the distant pulse of the calm tide.
idea- @slugstarzz (I hope you don't mind me tagging you!!!)
could you pls write more on janet? 🙈 searching for good janet headcannons/smut is almost impossible lol
thank u for this rec bc i have been thinking of sugarbaby!janet... unrealistic, i know, but let me cook anyways...
sugarbaby!janet who doesn't even need a sugar mommy. really, she's plenty wealthy all on her own. god, does she love having your attention, though. she's always been doted on, why should things be any different now that she's a little older? besides, it's kind of a turn on, calling a younger woman mommy and mama.
sugarbaby!janet who loves when you take her out for a girls' day. shopping, massages, mani-pedis, and then a nice dinner to wrap things up. her favorite part has to be trying things on for you in the dressing rooms. her second favorite? probably when you help her choose the colors of her nails. now, whenever she looks at her hands, she thinks of you!
sugarbaby!janet who is an absolute freak. once you held out your card for her to take and use, and she took it between her lips, maintaining eye contact as she did so. she loves to wink at you and fluster you, enjoying the fact that she can make you squirm in your seat without even touching you.
sugarbaby!janet who teases you as you work, walking past in a moo moo or cooking apron or that one dress you love so much. when you call her out, she's quick to deny any dirty intentions. "oh, i'm sorry, mama. i always forget how much you like that dress. i'll behave, i promise."
sugarbaby!janet who cooks for you in the mornings just so you can see her in an apron (and very little else). "hungry?" she asks when she feels your hands at her hips— "starved, baby," you mutter. breakfast is cold by the time you two get around to eating it.
sugarbaby!janet who insisted that you move in with her. "i miss you," she whined, "i want to be with you all the time. i could buy your house. i'll buy it, then you'll have to live with me." of course, you didn't let it get to that point; you moved in shortly afterwards, which started the transition from a sugar relationship to a genuine one.
sugarbaby!janet who is much more childish with you, tapping into her inner playfulness and silliness. she's still mature when it counts, of course. trust me, she could put you on your back if she wanted to. it's nice, though, being around you and being able to let go. she appreciates the safety and comfort you provide her.
sugarbaby!janet who asks "is this too little?" as she holds up some skimpy two piece or thong or lacy pair of underwear, to which you always reply, "i think it's too much, actually."
sugarbaby!janet who is so vocal. she can't help it, she's always been outspoken and the bedroom is no different! you can barely have sneaky sex because janet's moans and whimpers are so loud. though, you do get around this, oftentimes by muffling her with a pillow or your underwear.
looking for more?
i hope i'm not crucified for being a freak... idk i deff feel like younger sugarbaby is more popular but i would spoil an older woman if i could and make her feel young again and listen to her laugh while wine drunk... "back in my day" yes baby, i am listening!
body favors — janet j
contents: 18+, requested ᢉ𐭩 sub!fem reader + dom!bestfriend janet + cute stuff + some tension + first time + lots of teasing + dry humping
wc 2.4k
Janet was your best friend since childhood. You two were inseparable, even going as far as attending the same college to stay close to each other. You two told each other everything, from family drama to your deepest insecurities, and that was clear in the way you spoke to each other.
“Girl. You’ll never fucking guess what I found!” Janet whispered carefully into the telephone that was clutched to her ear, awaiting your usual ‘Huh? What?’ response.
“One of my brothers’ porno tapes… a whole compilation! I was snooping in their closet, and boom. It was right there in a box,” She was hushed, hoping no one would hear her. “We have to watch it. You can sleep over too.”
“W-What? No way.”
“Yes way. Come to my place after your exam.”
❤︎
You found yourself knocking for what felt like the 15th time at Janet’s apartment door, fearing you would disturb her neighbors if you went any father. Before you could place the 16th, your friend opened the door, breathing heavily.
“Sorry! I was getting something for us.” Her ability to remain so beautiful even whilst out of breath almost killed you as she welcomed you in. You sat your belongings down and made your way to her room, where you were met with two small bowls of ice cream propped up on the bed.
“Post-exam celebration?” She did jazz hands towards her bed, smile bright as you turned to her with wide, happy eyes. You embraced her, jumping up and down in excitement.
“This is so cute! I love it,” You couldn’t throw yourself onto the bed any quicker before picking up a spoonful of vanilla goodness and scooping it into your mouth. You let out a satisfied hum at the taste, and Janet did the same.
❤︎
After gossiping for about hours on end, Janet got up from her spot, holding both of your empty bowls to place them on the nightstand. She then reached into her backpack that lay next to it, pulling out a videocassette. She plopped back down next to you, throwing it in between the two of you.
“It’s time.” She commented ominously, smiling as she let you take a peek at it. The label read Best of: Hot Sensations II. You locked eyes with Janet and began to laugh at the name, further encouraging her shenanigans.
“Start it! Where’s my popcorn,” You humored her as you sat back against the pillows propped up against the headboard, getting into a comfy spot while she turned the TV on and loaded up the tape. She joined you back in bed as the TV crackled a bit before coming to life.
What popped up on screen was calm, for now, just a girl grabbing cereal from the kitchen and sitting at a table to eat. A guy walked in after her, shirtless, probably her boyfriend. The scene was uneventful, with them just talking about ‘business’. One thing lead to another, and the guy was on his knees kissing up the girl’s legs. The scene switched to a close up of his head in between her legs, and you let out a dramatic squeal, covering your eyes.
“Look at her bush!” Janet’s eyes went wide, making you peek from behind your fingers. The woman indeed, did have a pretty thick bush. A few minutes passed of this, along with more stupid commentary from the both of you—mostly Janet’s—and the screen went black, likely transitioning to another scene.
“This is insane!” You giggled, freeing your face from your hands. Janet began to speak, but was cut off by the switch to the new scene; two girls making out. You looked over at Janet with your jaw nearly dropped, her facial expression matching yours.
“Oh my god.” Is all she could let out, realizing that you two probably should’ve looked at the contents before just shoving it in the video player. Neither of you had seen anything like this before, and it was clear in the way the room fell quiet.
You were both consumed by the sight, the two ladies on screen now undressing and groping each other’s bodies. Everything else you had seen was pretty funny, but now for some off reason, you felt your cheeks burning up. Suddenly every moan and squeeze of their bodies sent little zaps of arousal to your sex. You took your bottom lip inbetween your top row of teeth, feeling embarrassed as your thighs began to unconsciously clench, looking for any kind of friction. Janet looked over at you briefly, taking notice to the new feeling in the air.
“You’re quiet,” She said with a cheeky smile, placing an innocent hand on your thigh. “Are you into this..?” She teased, sing-songy whilst letting out a laugh, using her fingertips to playfully squeeze and shake your thigh.
“No! This shit is crazy..” You didn’t want to admit it, but your entire body was telling you otherwise, and her hands on you were only making the feeling worsen. With a playful roll of her eyes, she turned her head back to the TV. The actors onscreen were now topless, and the camera panned closer to them as one of them took the other’s nipple into her mouth. Janet let out a dramatic noise at this, hand squeezing your thigh again.
“Can you imagine another girl doing this to you?” She spoke lowly, but excited, and you shrugged, trying to fein ignorance, but only one thought came to your brain: you could surely imagine Janet doing this to you.
You were now fighting an internal battle—trying to shove down the thoughts of you and your own best friend engaging in such a sexual act—and you were losing. Horribly. As you continued to watch the tape, all you could now think of was how good that would feel if it was Janet; her full lips wrapped around your nipple, the feeling of pressing your breasts against hers, the noises she would make.. it was making you and your now throbbing core go insane. You moved Janet’s hand from your thigh, sitting up out of your laid position.
“Jan, my stomach hurts. I should go home,” You said almost at a whisper, not being able to even look at her in her now concerned eyes. “Think I had too much ice cream.” Her eyebrows crooked into a confused position.
“When have you ever had too much ice cream?”
“I’m serious.”
“You said you would sleep over! Just use the bathroom.”
“That’s not it,” You raised your body from the bed, beginning to crawl off, “I have to-“
“What the hell is up with you?” Janet grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. The only thing that could be heard in her apartment was the sound of the girls on the TV moaning, and something that stupid would usually make you two laugh, but not even that was funny in this moment.
“I’m horny.” You confessed, omitting the important part of why you were so worked up.
“And? You might be gay. That’s fine.” Her eyebrows furrowed even more, obvious that she was becoming annoyed with your dodgy answers.
“I keep thinking about the girls being us,” You reclaimed your spot on the bed now, nervously playing with your hands. “Well… I want it to be us.” You felt your heart drop to your ass as Janet’s eyes widened.
“Wasn’t expecting that. At all.” You could feel yourself breathe again when her surprised expression turned into a small laugh. Noticing how apprehensive you were, she grabbed your active hand to still it.
“Well, you are cute.. so why not?” She grabbed the TV remote to silence the distracting noises, leaving only a lamp in the corner on. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment.
“I’ve thought of kissing you plenty of times.”
“You’re serious?” You questioned, almost breathlessly. She hummed a small “Mhm” in response, her curious hands that were now traveling up your sides feeling like fire.
“You said you were horny right?” She ghosted a finger over your hard nipple that was eagerly poking from your shirt, making your back arch involuntarily. “I’ll try to take care of you, so relax.”
Your head nodded shyly. Janet ever so slowly creeped that same hand under your shirt, aggressively massaging the skin whilst occasionally coming up to twirl and pinch at your nipples. She stared at you intensely while doing so, looking for cues that would let her know what got you going the most. She began to focus in on abusing your nipples, as it brought out the most gasps and small hums of pleasure from you.
A free hand began to roam your body again, tapping the side of your butt as a signal for you to sit up. You naturally followed her orders, sitting yourself up on your knees to show yourself off to her. She used this as an opportunity to smack and grope the fat of your ass, to which you tried to choke back a moan.
“Let me hear you,” She slapped her hand against your clothed ass again, making an embarrassed whine escape from your lips. “You like that, don’t you? Being teased?” She questioned, purposely going even harder on your nipples to prevent you from speaking back. Your uncontrollable whimpering spoke for you as her top row of teeth sank into her bottom lip, amused with the sight in front of her.
“I need more..” You barely got out, feeling your head start to spin at how perfectly she touched you while still managing to leave you high and insanely wet where you most needed it. Her answer to this was to help you take off your pants and shirt, leaving you with nothing but your ironically lacy panties on. You began to feel shy as she gazed at your body in this manner, two of your hands slowly coming up to shield your chest as if her hand wasn’t all over them two seconds ago.
“I’ve seen you naked 100 times already,” She smiled as she plucked away your hands from your body, eyes trailing down to your covered pussy. You couldn’t help but throb at the attention. She snuck a finger underneath the waistband of the fabric, pulling it forward before letting it release with a stinging snap against your skin that made you inhale sharply. “Did you wear these for me? I love ‘em…” She teased, pulling you onto her lap into a straddling position as you wrapped your arms around her neck. You pressed your lips against hers gently, trying to find the right rhythm as you explored the first kiss. You got comfortable enough to the point where it got sloppy, and the mixture of the wet noises and low moans coming from Janet were making you completely soak your underwear. Wanting to ease the aching of your cunt, you began to grind yourself down onto Janet as if you’d been waiting centuries. Her hands immediately clasped your sides to guide you, slowing you down.
“Don’t get too needy, baby.” She panted heavily through her words as she broke the kiss, the sudden pet-name sounding like pure gold coming from her lips.
“I wouldn’t be if you would just let me come.” You whined, pecking her on the lips.
“Not right now. I’ll get you there, don’t worry.” She started to kiss down your neck slowly, eliciting small gasps and twitches from you with every press of her soft lips. Snaking her way down to the area in between your breasts, her eyes met yours as she stopped.
“Please.” Was all it took from you for her to fully enclose her lips around your nipple, suckling on it similarly to a lollipop. Your back arched harshly into her mouth whilst your breathing became even more labored, her hands now guiding you faster against her.
“M’ getting so close..” You moaned out as you brought a hand around the base of her neck, pushing her face further into your chest. She squeezed your sides, letting out a muffled ‘Mmm’ into you before shaking her head. You two took a pause so that Janet could take off her own pants before resuming, whining desperately at the way you could feel your clit rubbing against hers. She laid down against the headboard as her hands rested on top of your thighs.
“Make us come, pretty.” She said firmly, hands beginning to rub up and down your thighs. Your brain could think of nothing more than your climax as you ground yourself harder and harder onto her with every move of your hips, watching as the pleasure took over her face. You grabbed onto her thighs behind you for leverage as you moved your body as fast as you could, your desperate whines along with Janet’s moans being the only sound present in her tiny apartment. In awe at you and the way your boobs bounced so lewdly with every shift of your body, Janet reached a hand to grip one again, moving her hips along with yours. It felt surreal, how easily you turned into a needy mess for her.
“You look so good like this..” She mumbled, the heat surging inside of you becoming almost unbearable with her words. With a few more choppy rolls of both of your hips, you came completely undone. A barely audible ‘coming’ Is all you were able to get out before a loud moan cut you off, your body being taken over by how intensely your walls clenched around nothing. Janet guided you through your orgasm, chanting small ‘yes’’s and ‘just like that’’s as her own orgasm hit her like a truck. Her hand squeezed onto your breast tight as her body began to tremble, but you didn’t let up, continuing to thrust your hips upwards, making the older under you whimper loudly as her hands reclaimed their spot on your hips.
“Baby stop- It-it’s t’much…” She moaned, attempting to slow you down, but it was no use. The pain felt too good, and you felt your body weakening at the overstimulation, switching from gripping her thighs behind you to placing your palms flat on her chest whilst you essentially rode her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You breathed heavily atop of her as you soon came to a halt, letting up to lay your head on her chest. “Mmm, I got you back, yeah?” You taunted, a smile picking at your features as you shyly locked eyes with your best friend.
“I don’t wanna hear it,” She rolled her eyes at you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let’s do this again.”
“Hell yeah.” You laughed, eyes lulling shut.
𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚..
minty speaks! love love loved this idea. namesake is the wonderful body favors by jae stephens! lmk your thoughts n hope you freaks enjoyed! :3
try somethin’ new .𖥔 ݁ ˖ nsfw
janet knows you taste sweet.
but something that came remotely as sweet as you? honey.
“come on…” she drawled with half lidded eyes, voice low and wrapped in velvet, “i’ll take care of you…”
you and janet were shed to your second skins, back resting against the fluffy pillows as she laid on her stomach, her palm splayed across your stomach as the other was intertwined with your fingers. her chin rested on your hip bone, using only her eyes to lure you in.
“i just… i don’t know…” you chewed on your bottom lip, her thumb nervously rubbing against her knuckles.
“if you’re worried about the sheets… you know i don’t care about that,” she pressed her lips to the hem of your panties, “and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. just give me the word, ‘kay lovie?”
when you propped yourself up to meet her eyes— this woman was starving. and you felt selfish for making her wait any longer.
as soon as a hushed okay left your lips, she grinned. she stood to her full height, the dimmed lights defining her toned figure. you unconsciously licked your lips, eyes tracking the soft jiggle of her body as she walked to her nightstand, pulling out a honey packet.
oh, so she had this in mind for a while.
she slid back onto the silky sheets, tugging your hips closer. the weight of her breasts pressed agasint the mattress, giving you a perfect view of cleavage it was unfair. carefully, she unwrapped you like you were sacred, something precious. after giving your dampened panties a hearty inhale, she tossed them to the slide.
she tore the packet with her pearly whites, spitting the excess plastic before pouring the honey straight onto your pulsing clit. the coolness made your thighs twitch. she watched the golden syrup drip down your core, mixing with your own sweet nectar. janet admired you like a prized possession. you looked delectable— spread out like fucking treat, miles of unmarked creamy skin for her to ravish on, twisted brows, and those perfect breast spilling from your bra. you grasped onto the sheets for impact as she cupped the back of your thighs, feet behind her shoulders.
slowly and surely, she licked a slow stripe from bottom to top. a tear nearly escaped the corner of her eye— this is the best thing she’s tasted all week. the moans that escaped you both were pornographic. a filthy string connected her lips to your core as she looked up for reassurance, “this okay?”
your back involuntarily arched and your fingers immediately found their wait to her hair, “m-more than okay… keep going…”
she didn’t waste anytime. her palm kneaded hour breast through the lace as her tongue glided through your folds. she moaned into your heat, and encouraged you to rock into your face.
“mmm janet…” you whimpered, your body twisting from the overwhelming pleasure, “m’ feels so good…”
her low hum vibrated through you. she planted her hands on your hips to keep you from moving. you whined when she pulled away, which quickly tuned into a moan when she squeezed the rest of the packet on your aching pussy. janet squeezed her thighs together before diving right back in. squelch! she lapped at your slick folds, soft hands massing your thighs. when her lips wrapped your pearl, you nearly arched off the bed.
the thick haze of lust consumed you and janet.
you felt that familiar heat pool low in your stomach, like a spiral threatening to uncoil. in tandem, her mouth danced with the sensual rock of your hips. most of the times she’d lock her eyes wit yours, but she was so lost in she she kept them closed. all you could do was tug her self and write under her grip, moaning her name and little pleads. her tongue darted into the tightness of your hole, introducing even more honey for her to lick clean. if janet was dreaming, she never wanted to wake up.
safe to say, you will be trying this out again.
nsfw / fem afab reader, cws for voyeuristic themes & dubcon(?) ) thinking about your good friend janet jackson who, upon realizing that you don’t have any plans for the summer, invites you to come with her to a resort. “it’ll be a cute little girls’ trip. c’mon,” she coaxed you over the phone. just by hearing her tone, you could tell she was smiling on the other end. “it’ll be fun, i promise.”
thinking about how janet would insist on you two sharing a room because it’s cheaper. thinking about how she feigns surprise when there’s only one bed, shrugging shortly afterwards and murmuring about clearing it up right away. for some reason, the bed situation never gets fixed; you end up sleeping with janet for the entirety of your stay.
thinking about how she’d encourage you to do all sorts of tacky resort activities with her. “let’s go see their show!” she’ll suggest, pointing to a nearby poster, “ooh, and we can go for drinks after. they have this fruity drink in this big glass, i’m just dying to try it. you’ll try it with me, right?” of course, janet bats her lashes and purses her lip into a subtle pout whenever you seem hesitant. you humor her more often than you don’t.
thinking about how she’d take pictures with you everywhere. she carries her mini-camera like it’s her ID. “smile!” she beams as she takes yet another photo. “this one looks hot,” she remarks, “the sun looks so good on us, see?” oh, just know there’s a photo album at home dedicated to you and her. “best friends forever” is in there somewhere, surrounded by a bunch of hearts.
thinking about her covering you with a towel whenever she notices guys leering at you. she’ll wrap it around your shoulders or waist before you can even process the fact that men are taking you in. “men can be such dogs,” janet complains under her breath, rolling her eyes, “ignore them.”
but most of all, i’m thinking about that one day towards the end of the trip where janet rents out a small, nearby beach because she “doesn’t want to deal with people”. she hums softly as she slathers sunscreen on herself. then, she watches as you do the same. naturally, you both get each other’s backs. then comes the fun. or, at least, janet thought the fun would follow.
“what do you mean you’re not gonna swim?” she asks indignantly, her hands on her hips, “i rented out this whole beach!”
“i want to tan, janet,” you reply, laying down along a beach chair. you reach into your bag and pull out a book, “it never hurts to even out your skin tone.”
“i don’t care about that,” she snaps, letting her more childish side show. it’s moments like these where it’s clear that she’s the youngest of the jacksons. “the beach is for playing in the water more than tanning. i wanted to have fun with you, this is our one girls’ trip before things get busy again.”
you open your book. “we can still have fun on the sand.”
saying that was a huge mistake. you can tell from the moment she gets quiet. after a few seconds, you glance up over the book’s pages, only to notice that janet’s in the middle of crawling onto you. when you sit up, she gently pushes you back down, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“what are you doing?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
“having fun,” she replies. she lets one foot rest on either side of you as she settles on top. it would be a full squat if she hovered; instead, she lets her pelvis rest on top of yours, the triangle bottoms of your bikinis meeting. “you don’t mind, right? i mean, if we can share a bed, certainly we can share this…” she slides herself forward, letting her body drag against yours, “a different kind of fun, but still… fun.”
you blink once or twice, setting your book down as she starts to roll her hips. it sparks an unexpected heat in you, one strong enough for you to pause and let out a quiet exhale. “yeah? the kind of fun friends have all the time, right?” you manage to spit out sarcastically, shifting to give her more access to you.
“exactly,” she coos, “relax. you’ll still get your tan.” reaching down, janet walks her fingers up to your bikini top, holding onto it like a reign as she rides against you. “i always thought you were just so pretty,” she muses, “i’m glad we’re such close friends.”
“is that right?” your eyes go half-lidded, your mouth running dry. through your bikini bottom you can feel everything. you swear you feel the outline of her pussy lips as she ruts against you. slowly, you bring your hands to her hips, holding onto her. “i think you’re pretty, too, janet.” pretty and talented— now you know where she gets the motivation to sing those “baby making” songs.
“you’re gonna make me blush,” she breathes out, chuckling a little. after a while, she speeds up, playfully asking, “feels good, doesn’t it?” there’s little shame in how she presses herself against you. why would there be? it’s not like anyone will see, thanks to her renting the beach out. when you don’t reply, she tilts her head to the left, bringing her hips back to fully thrust against your now sensitive pussy. “you know, it’s rude not to respond,” she murmurs, “very rude.”
“janet,” you whine, only to gasp when you feel her pelvis slam against yours. your body rocks, moving back and then forth from the impact. “fuck! it feels good, it feels good.”
she watches your face, soaking in how you’ve started to sweat, how your eyes are all hazy, and how you keep biting your lip. “then come,” she demands. her hand lets go of your bikini top, sliding to press against your lower stomach. suddenly, janet takes it seriously, staring down at you as she purposefully grinds her clit against yours at that perfect angle. the bikini bottoms on you both do nothing to shield you from the sensation of her body against yours, that friction quickly adding fuel to the fire flowing through your body. a grunt leaves her lips before she goes on, “come, come for me, come right now.”
whimpering, your hips start to buck, desperate for friction. “i’m going to— ah, ahh—” your legs tremble as your orgasm rushes through you, the force of it causing you to moan out janet’s name. your eyes screw themselves shut, forcing you to miss janet’s orgasm (an orgasm that’s just as intense as your own, though she smiles through it, thoroughly pleased). even after the first burst, your pussy pulses, causing more cum to leak out of you and pool into your g-string. spent, you crumple beneath her, panting hard like a dog out in the sun.
“atta girl,” she purrs as you both come down from the high, laying down on top of you as if she belonged there. maybe she does, now. her head rests along your breasts, her hands idly roaming your body. “this was better than swimming anyways,” she decides under her breath, “much better.”
author’s note ) that moment when ur best friend crawls on top of you and lwk starts humping but ur lwk down so u just dryhump on the beach w bikinis on or whatever. we all have that one girl bsf we’d scissor ok? anyways, happy pride… janet has always given me such brat vibes, regardless of top/bottom, i hope i captured that well here. she radiates such strong bsf to lovers vibes it’s insane… lover her sm…
sneaking around w/ janet .𖥔 ݁ ˖ nsfw
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.
oh michael, if only you knew.
JANET JACKSON MUCH REWIND
ONLY YOURS janet jackson x fem!reader
synopsis: after spending too much time with michael lately, janet has to remind you who you belong to.
word count: 1.2k
oneshot
contents: 18+ MDNI, dom!janet, sub!reader, toxic such as janet making it seem like you did something wrong, jealousy, secret relationship, light manipulation, desperate!reader, humiliation kink (?), edging, overstimulation, proofread, ect ect
a/n: omg thank you for so much love you guys showed me on my debut fic!! i love you guys and i hope you guys like this one also, because it was lowk rushed.
The living room smelled like vanilla candles and Janets favorite perfume when you let yourself in. The door clicked shut behind you and the quiet felt heavier than usual. Janet was on the big sectional, legs tucked under her favorite blanket while watching her favorite reality tv show. She heard you come in, she just didn’t look up right away.
mother
۫ ܸ ❤︎ ׅ ۫ sucking on janet's tits ໒ྀི⠀ ⁺
cw. 18+ mdni. plot twist ⎯ while she talks you through it. 𝑓!reader. obviously sucking on janet's tits. dommy mommy janet & subby reader. janet's refers to herself as momma & mommy. nicknames (baby , honey). teasing. praising. fingering (reader receiving). for my baby @cinnamoncunt
nothing but the sounds of muffled whimpers and gentle praise fills the four walls of the bedroom.
"that's it, baby," janet's voice is honeyed warm as a her hand comes to smooth down your face, the repetition of the action causes your eyes to flutter shut, "take what y'need, mama's got you." the reference of the name to herself has your thighs shifting beneath the silky sheets, an attempt to get any friction you can.
and it doesn't go unnoticed by her. narrowed eyes bounce between where your lips, plump and glossy from your own saliva as you suckle at her nipple to where the lower half of your body hides. evident that your greediness is once gain overtaking you, your hips rocking and knees protruding from the sheets from you're pushing your thighs together helplessly.
janet's free hand takes the hem of the sheets and yanks them back to where they flop back lifeless at the edge of the bed. revealing you rubbing thighs in all their glory, sleep shorts ridden far up that they're no longer visible to her eye-line.
"got a problem, huh," her tone tipping on the edge of condensation causes embarrassment to spread throughout you, stilling you legs now attention brought to your neediness, "unt uh, don't stop now."
pulling off of her breast with a pop, "it's not enough," you mumble, barely able to meet the older's eyes.
"it's what? can't here you, honey," the hand that was soothing down the side of face dips and takes hold of your chin, "gotta speak up f'me, y'know i don't understand mumbling," she expresses, the gentle disciplinary reminder alone has your toes curling.
upon releasing your chin from her grasp, it gives janet the time to appreciate the beauty. you're in her arms, in her bed, at her mercy as you're still staring up at her with hazy eyes, with your lips still swollen from her allowing you to toy with her breast at your interest, and a mess in between your thighs that's all hers.
"janet," you whine, dragging out her name. her gaze snaps back to you, quirking her eyebrow up, "need you," it's said less whinier and a little more softer, but you made sure that it's said clear.
this is her favorite game. "what d'you need, baby?" she knows the answer is clear as day, but she can never not play with you a little. getting you all worked up and frustrated until you decide the ache is far worse than the embarrassment of telling her what you need.
whines only ensue, "need you," squirming, antsy from janet's antics, "touch me, please," it came out far more desperate than a plea for your pleasure, and the squirming only causes the friction you need oh so bad.
"touch you where," she asks, voice seductive and teasing as her hand raises to swipe a finger across your swollen lips, "here? d'you need a kiss?"
when you shake your head the woman acts offended for a short second, "oh, okay well," hand traveling down before it rest just over your covered breast, the small sleep tank leaves nothing to the imagination as your nipples are already pebble beneath the tank, "touch you here?" she asks again, her pointer finger and thumb taking a hold of your clothed nipple to pinch and roll lightly.
pressing your face into janet's chest to stifle your small moans, you hand wrapping around janet's to push it away. both overwhelmed and underwhelmed by the pleasure not coming from where you need it most. "no," you croak out from against her chest.
the same hand that toyed with your nipple snakes down past your breast to your naval to hover just above your clothed mound. "you gon' tell mommy where you need her so she can help you?"
your chest heaves, a shaky hand comes down to cover janet's moving both further down to rest over your clothed cunt, bucking your hips when the heel of her palm press against the dampness. "here," you're helpless, mind completely gone other than the need to have janet's hands on you.
"wasn't that so easy?" she teases, knowing that telling her what you need from her still makes you flustered, "don' worry i'm gonna take care of you." her head dipping down to the crook of your next to place a string of kisses along your bare shoulder.
her hand slips past the band of your sleep shorts and is immediately met with the sticky mess between your thighs. "no panties?" teeth lightly grazing your shoulder before nipping at it, "so filthy," she purrs as her middle and ring finger draw steady circles against your clit.
"please," both a whisper and plea, the waves of pleasure quickly overtaking your senses.
"i know, jus' relax," she soothes, fingers traveling to your leaking hole, circling it just as she does to your clit a few times before sinking a digit into your heat, shushing you when your whimper turns into a desperate moan as your head lulls back.
and upon adding another finger the sounds that filled the bedroom only became more obscene between your moans and squelches from your pussy as janet's fingers pump in and out.
turning your head, eyes barely open from the ecstasy of janet's nimble fingers and the bump of her palm against your swollen bud when your cunt sucks her fingers back in. but instead of leaning against her chest, you latch back onto one of her breast again. leaving sloppy kisses right before taking her hard nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the bud, drawing a few low hums from janet.
your hole contracts around janet's fingers, "almost close?" again, she asks a question she knows the question to, but it's confirmed when you give a small nod, still attached to her breast, letting your eyes flutter shut once again this night, "cum f'me when you're ready, honey," keeping her pace the same to get you to your peak.
and it doesn't take long until your body stills, mouth unlatching from janet's breath allowing it to fall open into a silent moan. hips bucking and eyes screwed shut when you're tipped over the edge of release, closing your thighs around janet's hand.
"there you go," she coos against the shell of your eat, removing her slick covered fingers from your ruined cunt, but keeping her palm pressed against your cunt as you fall down from your high, "did so good."
her free hand caresses the back of your neck, toying with your little baby hairs before squeezing to signal you to peel your eyes open. looking back into janet's brown eyes, you're met with nothing but warmth and love, a coy smile on your face just before she dips down and connects your lips in a tender kiss.
©sweeterners 2026.
˖ ⭑ my need | janet jackson ˖ ⭑
pairing: the velvet rope era janet jackson x fem!reader
desc: janet invites you to her album release party after ending your relationship, but she's got a lot on her mind.
warnings: suggestive themes
wc: 1.1k
a/n: first fic on tumblr eowwww!! i've been lurking for some time now. be gentle please! i've been listening to tvr nonstop for the past month. fun fact, janet was my first concert hehe. happy pride month to all the gorls and the gays! make sure to request if there's something specific you want : )
oct 1997.
you have been cordially invited to the velvet rope, a release party.
the engraved card stock read as you removed it from your apartment's mailbox.
"you can't be serious..."
the last time you spoke to janet was three months ago, abruptly cutting you off after dating for six months.
"i need more time alone to focus on my album love, i really hope you understand..."
"i don't...janet where is this coming from? i thought we were doing so well?"
"we are, but i really just need my time. i hope i can show you that our love is worth the wait."
"what? dunk-"
click.
as you walked into your dimly lit apartment, surrounded by the soft sounds of baduizm playing on the cd player you forgot to turn off before leaving, you read the invitation what seems like fifty more times. half of the time you all spent together was engulfed with her recording the album. her work ethic and determination to complete it despite going through issues of her own was admirable. you understood how personal this album was, comforting her when the heavy topics it surrounded took over. late nights on your couch became the norm after recording sessions, and the pain of her absence cut deep.
this woman is crazy. how can you not speak to me for months after seeing each other damn near everyday and then invite me to your party like it's nothing? kissing your teeth, you flung the invitation onto the kitchen counter and got ready for bed.
the steamy shower was paired with long thoughts of janet. the way she would touch you when you shared that same space. her poetic expressions of love towards you. her body nuzzled next to you in bed. no. you thought. she left for a reason. if she feels my presence was too much, she doesn't deserve to take up space in my head, trying to convince yourself that you have moved on.
out of the shower, you rested quietly in your studio apartment's bed, fighting your thoughts until slumber took over.
days went on, as you left the invitation in the same place it landed. you continued your own life, nearly forgetting about the invitation until your close confidant, and janet's choreographer, tina, called you. from the tone of your voice alone, she knew she had some convincing to do.
"i'm. not. going."
"whyyyy!?! look- i know you both have lingering feelings for each other, why do you think you got an invitation in the first place? she wants you there!"
"what does it matter what SHE wants? it's always what she wants. thats why we aren't even together right now..."
"listen..you should be there. you were there for a good chunk of the creation of it, its like your baby too-"
"tina, please. before you make me say absolutely not right now."
"so it's a yes?"
"bye tina," you said before hanging up the phone. you sat.
and sat.
and sat some more.
the party was friday night, and it was going on thursday. you had no weekend plans, no excuse not to go other than avoiding janet and her attempt to reach out via invitation. what would you say to her? what would she say to you? maybe she's moved on and wants to rub it in? you sighed, and began to dig in your closet for tomorrow night, accepting that you would be in attendance.
your stiletto boots clacked on the pavement as you walked up to the entrance of her malibu residence, filled to the brim with A list celebrities and family to celebrate janet's milestone. toying with the jewelry draped around your waist, you realized you came at a what seemed a perfect time, right as janet was going to give her speech.
"wow. thank you all so much for coming tonight. wow," she laughed. "i was not expecting all of you here, i would've booked a bigger place!" the crowd chuckled at her shock. "but no seriously, thank you for coming on this journey with me. this album hands down has been the most difficult and complex piece of art i've created. so much of myself went into this, and i hope you all are able to take something from it." looking deeper into the crowd, she spotted you. "i'm so appreciative of those who supported me though this process, barring with me even when i gave so little." looking back at the general crowd she exclaimed, "lets get this party started!"
we have a special need to feel that we belong come with me inside inside my velvet rope...
the lights darkened, emphasizing the pulsating sound of the introductory song. you disappeared into the grooving crowd as you saw janet searching around for you, avoiding the inevitable conversation between you two.
tired of aimlessly wondering around the party, you stepped into the bathroom you came to love during your time with her, the walls adorned in zebra print. staring at yourself in the mirror and admiring your outfit, but also questioning further why you were there, you heard a knock on the door.
"i know you're in there."
"janet?" you said opening the door, allowing her to slide through the crack and lock the door behind her.
"why are you running away from me?"
"why did YOU invite me here?"
her eyes told a story only you would understand. she reached for your hand, but you created distance between you two, allowing her to feel the physical and emotional barrier she created.
"please baby. please listen to me. i wanted you here, that's why i invited you. don't you hear these songs? i wrote them about you...i'm sorry about what happened between us, i was going through such a difficult time and i thought the only way to get over it was isolating myself from the ones who loved me the most."
you stared blankly into her eyes.
I need you Like the flowers need the rain I need you Like a bruise needs the pain I need you Like the stars need the night I need you Like the waves need the sea
she longed for you in her lyrics playing behind the door, showing that even though you all were separated, she thought of you just as much as you did of her.
closing the distance, she wrapped her hand around your waist and pulled you closer. notes of orange blossom and vanilla filled your nose as your stares intensified.
you broke.
"dunk, i need you."
she wasted no time pulling you deeper into a kiss, swimming in a sea of yearning and unwavering desire. the muffled noises of the party meant nothing to either of you, getting lost in each other, ready to make up for lost time. ˖ ⭑ ˖
⤷ ೃ ◛* (18+) because i found myself staring too much while watching her mv’s.. specifically janet. era
Imagining relaxing at bestfriend!janet’s house, laying on her chest while you two watch Friday for probably the 3rd time now. Janet laughs at Smokey’s usual spiel about smoking, and your head bobs up and down along with the rhythm of her laugh. You giggle as well, sitting up to face her.
“Y’know your boobs are insane, right? I’m getting whiplash over here.” You joked, watching Janet’s small smile form into a bigger one.
“You shut up! You should be grateful,” she raised her brows, pointing a manicured finger at you. “People would die for these.”
“And I’m one of them! They look so good when you wear push up bras. Got me wanting to cop a feel n’ shit.” You playfully flirt, smirking as her jaw starts to work on her gum.
“Stop it.. it’s usually the bra doing all the magic,” she had on a white tee that was horribly low cut, breasts practically spilling out of the shirt now in her laid position. You couldn’t help but stare, feeling you were no better than a pervert. “Have you even seen them before?”
“I don’t think so..” You remarked, tapping a finger to your chin.
“Yeah, that’s probably why.. you gotta see them bare to realize that they’re just normal sized.”
“Show me then!” You blurted, but ending almost at a whisper, making Janet’s brow raise.
“Challenge accepted,” she started, simply tugging at the low hem of her shirt to free her breasts from their cage. “Happy now?”
You felt your entire upper body heat up as her breasts so perfectly bounced out of her top, not expecting her to take you seriously whatsoever. It left you with nothing else to do but gawk at her deep brown areolas and almost hard nipples that were both admittedly making your mouth water.
“Y-yeah, they’re amazing Jan…”
“Do you wanna touch em’?” She said lowly, trying to get your attention as your gaze was focused nowhere near her face. You felt yourself throb between your legs, head nodding profusely.
"Can I?" You asked, but not exactly as your curious hands slowly made their way closer and closer to her chest before you even began to speak.
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