17 years later — this is still deeply upsetting. may God give you eternal peace, michael. immortality did cradle you gently in its arms. i will miss you forever🤍
i have no words to be very eloquent today… just… yeah. he should still be here.
The world treated him so unfairly, they took a beautiful soul and took him granted. He was so beyond his time in so many ways, and 17 years ago we lost someone who was so willing to be there for others. I wish people had been there for him like he was for us. While today is hard for a lot of people, myself included, we should still celebrate all that he accomplished in his life. He was a successful black man, who broke through so many limitations that were set up to make him fail. He was an activist, who to this day holds the record for most charities supported by a popstar. It's important to keep spreading love the way he did, to keep working for the things we love, and to keep talking about the things that are important to us. We all miss you, Michael.
I am going to put out a fic today, part 8 of the retired life series. For me, it's a what I wish he had gotten. It's the kind of life he actually deserved. If you guys are having a hard day, know you're not alone, and please take care of yourselves.
sista could pretty puhleaseeeeee write jermajesty fic with "who got the baddest pussy on the planet" like maybe reader videos him asleep after they've fucked or smth like that <33
Tiktokaholic
A/n: Cackled when I saw this omg😭one of my fav requests for sure
Contains: black reader, explicit content, humor, strong language
Summary: Jermajesty finally falls asleep before you after sex and you take advantage of the moment.
Now playing: Tap out - rich gang
“Mmm shit, you ‘gon make me cum.” Jermajesty moaned out, hands gripping the fat of your hips. Your ass clapped against his hips as your rode him, both in utter bliss.
“Cum f’me baby.” You planted your hands on his chest, feeling his warm skin. You sped your pace and you watched his eyes roll back as his hips bucked into you.
You couldn’t fight your own orgasm, releasing around him with moans and whimpers. “Fuck ma!” He groaned, cumming into you.
You both rode out your high, catching your breath. You slid off of him, wiping the light sweat on your forehead from that workout.
Your legs already felt sore, you don’t know how you stayed on top for that long. Before you could speak another word, a light snore sounded in the room.
“I know damn well” you whispered to yourself turning your head to see Jermajesty knocked out, hand laid out against his chest.
Oh this is perfect. The idea immediately popped into your head, seeing the trend countless of times.
You quietly reached to grab your phone, holding in your laugh. Now usually you’re the one snoring immediately after, but he must’ve been worn out.
He slept on his back, mouth open, head tossed to the side. It was one of the funniest sights ever.
You made sure your phone was turned down before going to TikTok, and finding the audio.
You turned it up a little bit just so you can mouth the words but not enough to wake him up.
You scooted a bit closer, so both of you were in the frame.
“Who got the baddest pussy on the planet?” You lip synced to the audio, bringing the phone closer to Jermajesty’s sleeping face.
The audio cut off and you let out a small giggle, captioning the video with, “Clearly me🩷” before posting it.
Next day
You were in the kitchen, eating grapes out the bag scrolling through your phone. The video went viral, lowkey surprising even you.
“I’m bout to whoop your ass.” Jermajesty said walking into the kitchen. You froze, grape half-way in your mouth.
“Baby what are you talking about?” You asked, knowing damn well you knew. “My phone is being blown up, wanna know why?”
You just stared at him, blinking, slowly putting the grape in your mouth. He simply laid his phone on the counter, sliding it to you.
You looked down and there it was, the TikTok you posted with almost 50k likes. You folded your lips inward, holding back a laugh.
“Maj, I couldn’t help myselfff.” You whined, trying to defend your case. “You need to get off TikTok bro, always finding some dumb shit.” He rolled his eyes.
He ain’t wrong, you love doomscrolling on TikTok, trying every recipe, dance, and trend you see. A tiktokaholic if you will.
“Wait till I catch you lacking, think you so fuckin’ funny.” He said shaking his head and picking his phone back up.
You couldn’t hold it anymore, loud laugh slipping out your mouth. Little did you know, he had the queen key ‘episode 2’ audio already saved.
warnings, MDNI18+, suggestive, innuedos - i think that's all.
synopsis, in which jackie and reader are constantly having moments together the public start to rumours
notes, this is like a teaser post for a fic im writing [also bc im a bit lazy to do the full backstory], reader is bold, jackie is bold, i was gonna make the headcannons in chronological order but my brain ain't tryna work overtime like that rn, need someone to slap procrastination out of meeeee. [highkey reread this so many times it looks ahh mb guys]- lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist.
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❧...80s!jackie who's always had a flirty friendship with you, that you've always played into. he was always calling you "ma" or "mama" while you're always replying with "baby"
❧...80s!jackie who's always coming up to talk to you any chance he can get. "so what can you tell us about your recent album?" an interviewer asks, you feel his suited arms around you. "hey, you smell good ma," his voice smooth, disregarding the camera "always do baby," you look up at him. jackie takes the mic answering for them "the album is perfect, the girls are great, 'specially this one," the interviewer stands amused "he your manager or biggest fan?" the interviewer adds his two cents "definitely her biggest fan," he grins widely.
❧...80s!jackie who's collar and tie isn't done properly at a charity event so you fix it for him, the two of you becoming a magnet for the cameras.
❧...80s!jackie who gets caught calling you "mama" publicly for the first time, couple days later another interviewer asks you quick questions as you got ushered to your next location. "how do you feel about jackie jackson calling you mama?" a smile immediately creeps up on your face. "oh jackie? that's my baby."
❧...80s!jackie who phones you in fits of laughter at the headlines the next day. "you seeing this ma?" your chuckles follow his. "oh i seen it baby, my managers bout to throw a fit," you laugh. "how about we leave it like don't address anything, be a shame to put the script to waste" he explains. "well if we're gonna play boyfriend and girlfriend how bout that diamond bracelet i was telling you about?" you said as joke- the joke was on your wrist two days later.
❧...80s!jackie who's notorious for walking into rooms at the wrong time, hanging around during your recording sessions happening to have snacks on hand for you girls to all have. always looking through the glass for, sometimes begging to have you do a cameo or as a love interest for future projects .
❧...80s!jackie who performs extra well when he knows you'll be sitting at front. he purposefully stands in your direction so he can the lyrics to you and point you out in front of the crowd.
❧...80s!jackie who's brother's will not give y'all a break. you walked into the dance room because you forgot something "jackie your girls here!" randy exclaims.
❧...80s!jackie who loves giving vague answers in interviews. "so jackie what your thoughts and relationship with ms. l/n?" he feigns mock confusion for a moment. "who sorry?" the interviewer reiterates calling your name. "oh yeah, we got mutual interests she's good at her craft, keeps the industry good," he doesn't directly answer yes or no- he then adds. "shes a pretty thang ain't she? also you spelt her last name wrong on your cue cards," he tells the interviewer. "how's it spelt?" "m-r-s j-a-c-k-s-o-n-." he adds then walks off.
❧...80s!jackie whos brothers feed into the media assumptions. on a radio show the boys were asked who the ladies man of the group is. "oh that's jackie, just ask y/n she'll tell ya," michael adds no hesitation. jackie smiles partially flustered. or when they're asked to describe their ideal girl "her name also start with y/n and end in l/n?" jermaine asks. "might be jackson soon," jackie adds on as the boys get rowdy.
❧...80s!jackie who loves when you get flustered with him. when they had you as interviewer that was invitation for you both to sell your "relationship". "you know for someone who's just performed three songs you sure are energetic baby," you tilt the microphone. "you know i got stamina mama," he adds a shameless smirk follows. "oop" you look at him then straight to the camera.
❧...80s!gg who love to tease you when they can. "just so the fans know, how many of you ladies are single? do we have anyone special?" the interviewer asks. before you could deliver your well rehearsed pr answer, your member beats you to it. "let's just say a certain 'brother' has been spending a lot of money on flowers. y/n gots her own mr. brown, just check her dressing room you'll find his clothes on the floor too." they make it sound extra "y'all can be quiet now," you say still smiling with clenched teeth
❧...80s!jackie who's more than happy to find out, the shared stage for both your groups for soul train and for the joint mc parts.
❧...80s!jackie who's nickname within your group as become 'mr. brown' after your recent single. when filming an mtv:behind the scenes based on the shared stage. your lyrics for a song your group was gonna perform got recited and questioned on who wrote it. "your brown eyes and your black hair." your answer didn't even leave your lips and one of your members starts shamelessly "she forgot the part where he gave her some of his brown sugar."
❧...80s!gg who loves to tease the two you. y'all just finished practice for your shared stage and you jackie talk a bit before both groups are called in for a quick meeting. "y'all take your time, we'll tell the managers your working on some different choreography."
❧...80s!jackie whos group and yours love messing with the two of you while practising for this stage. "so who's mr. brown?" the interviewer asks. "jackie!" all 10 members call out, high- fiving each other while the two of you look like your about to slap them.
❧...80s!jackie who gets caught singing bad mama jama when you walk past. "got all the curves a man like." he croons, you dance along to him singing knowing he was referring to you, he chuckles watching you move. "he want her so bad," jermaine comments on the side before copping a smack at the back of his head.
❧...80s!jackie who sits in the front row during rehearsals watching you dance. "boy if you're sitting in the front every time y/n is on stage we're gonna have charge you front row fees," one of your members joke.
❧...80s!jackie who ambushes your interview once again hands trailing down just above your ass making your breath hitch mid speaking. "tell them how excited you are for tonight baby," your hands trail on his pants giving his thigh a slight squeeze making his voice crack a bit before he answers and you both laugh.
❧...80s!jackie who eyes shamelessly check you out as you accidentally run past his time on the carpet. paparazzi not wasting anytime in clicking those buttons. "c'mon over here mama," his head movements indicating you to stand by him. you feel jackie's hands gently tucking something behind your dress "your tags sticking out, lets give them something to look at and action, act one scene one," he whispers- your first public appearance since the allegations. the backdrop became filled with flashes, he removes his signature aviators and places them on you "keep those pretty eyes protected for your performances ma."
❧...80s!jackie whos hands get a bit too curious or too low on your back when y'all are dancing the shared stage. "watch you hands baby," your microphone catches you saying slightly.
❧...80s!jackie who secretley loves when you catch him off guard. he's doing a pre-show interview while he's getting makeup done, you walk past in your full glam giving him a kiss on the cheek. "see you out there baby," your lipstick staining his cheek as his makeup stares amused. "leave it on there," he tells the makeup artist.
❧...80s!jackie who's too tall for the microphone when you're both at the podium to announce the best rnb/soul single, so you purposely look at holding the shaft of the microphone adjusting it for you. "don't worry baby i know how you like time adjust," you say in a sultry voice as he just grins.
❧...80s!jackie who can't keep his eyes off you in your backless dress he misses his line, you turn waiting for him to speak. "when you're ready baby," you say into the mic prompting him. "sorry mama, view back here's better than the teleprompter" he says before attempting to read the screen, however the screen freezes which meant improv. "well if you say it nicely mama will let you see better backstage," you add killing time for the teleprompter.
❧...80s!jackie who gets cornered with you by the press and paparazzi at studio 54. the two of you try to escape but its not use. you both stand at the infamous balcony and he whispers in your ear, arm holding your waist " quick laugh pretend i said something funny." you genuinely laugh into his chest
❧...80s!jackie whos only responds to you saying baby. "jackie can you pass me that?" you ask for your water bottles near him. "jackie," no response. his brothers look at him funny, "you didn't call him baby," marlon reminds you. "baby, mama asked for her water," marlon mocks in a high pitched voice
❧...80s!jackie who watches you differently, you adjusted his tie and now you were laughing loudly with executives and producers, silk press flowing down her shoulders, dress fitting a little too well. it hits him, he doesn't want to pretend anymore. "you staring real hard," tito pulls him out of his thoughts.
❧...80s!jackie who loves that you've gotten used to him calling you mama. "y/n," he calls you turn slight expression a mix of confusion and concern if you did something to make him mad. "what's wrong?" he reads the expression on your face. "no its nothing you okay?" you see no seriousness or change in his expression "yeah im all good ma," you let out a sigh you didnt know you were holding, he smirks later figuring out.
❧...80s!jackie who's sat in front at the next award show. curious as you take his hand guiding him on stage for your next performance sitting him on one of the four chairs on stage.
❧...80s!jackie who can't keep the smirk off of his face the whole time you dance for him, singing the lyrics in his ear. loving how your hips are moving and hands are rubbing all up on him, sitting in his lap, his pants begin to feel tight. when the performance is over he tried his best to find you to show you exactly what you've done to him, how acting won't cause something like that to happen. while you're in your dressing room he presses flush against your back you feel the very noticeable boner.
❧...80s!jackie who confesses and explains he's tired of acting and playing boyfriend and girlfriend, because this type of acting wasn't one that would make specific areas react that way, there was something real there. "I want you ma," he whispers trailing kisses from your ear to your neck.
❧...80s!jackie who notices you walking weird to go back on your seat during a long event. he goes over bypassing handlers and cameras then crouches down to gently massage your foot. "careful baby people may be watching," you warn playfully. this time his tone doesn't match yours. "let them look ma."
❧...80s!jackie who loves having you as his girlfriend and handles the press differently now. "so jackie is the romance with y/n for album sales?" now there was no vague answers conjured up. "nah man that's my lady."
y'all remember when destiny's child performed 'cater 2 u' with terrence howard and nelly in the chairs and all- where mr. lyon looked like he was about to risk it all for beyonce. but instead imagine i wrote 80s!jackie x singer!reader, both have such heavy sexual tension prior that dating rumours are everywhere even though they aren't. he gets a hard on during the performance, afterwards shes acting all innocent then he catches her and pressed his hard on against her ass whispering "crowd loved their show baby, time for mine."
can we just take a moment to appreciate these fine pieces of chocolate who've portrayed mr. jackie jackson, petition to let me do the next casting call for him pretty please 🙋🏽♀️.
[also would y'all read if i did fics for them?? hypothetically]
warnings, 18+ MDNI, smut , rough sex, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, degredation, reader gets slightly bratty, warped doorframe?? oral [fem receiving], not proofread so please dont come for me its late
synopsis, reader has been feeling physically neglected while her husband has been working his busy schedule.
notes, actually so parasocial about the jacksons im concerned, my first time writing smut so please dont hate if it's ass. requests are open so please send them through dont be shy, and lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist. this was supposed to be released ages ago but finals were kicking my ass. also intended lowercase
this is based off of @valentinhoe post
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.❧ to say it had been a long two weeks was an underestimation. your mirror had reflected the tension that had been simmering between you and jackie the last two weeks. you understood being with a jackson meant sharing him with his work duties but the last fortnight had made you ache for him.
you were currently getting ready for dinner, not date night but a dinner with producers and publicists. this was your last try before you were gonna resort to silent treatment. you weren't usually verbal when you were needy but jackie was always good at picking up in cues. key word, usually, this time no matter how many times you'd try he wouldn't budge.
it started somewhat subtle at first, he'd get ready to go to the studio and you'd hug him from behind. hands travelling over his abs feeling up on him then subtly tracing his v-line- no reaction. you let that go, later that week while he was writing in his song book you'd straddle him, slightly moving your hips, that resulted in a "not now baby."
your next attempt was a short skirt no panties bending over to grab something you dropped. you hadn't dismissed the groan or how tight his pants looked afterwards but that was as far as he went.
you resorted to walking around the house in lingerie, but when that didn't work you tried full nude and still nothing. so now here you were, removing the curlers out of your hair getting ready for a dinner that wasn't even a date with you and him.
the last plan you had in your pocket, you bought a short black lace dress not long too long ago. if the thought of you wearing something like that in front of producers, executives and any other people who get thoughts about you travelling to who knows where, then you were gonna snap.
he leaned against the doorframe watching you. that doorframe was another problem itself, when you both originally bought the house the other doorframes were made of stable wood with strong and steady structures.
the master bedroom doorframe looked like it had been made of cheap, fake wood that even the wind would break it. they hadn't seen it as a major flaw it was something easy they could fix. but much like the current state of the relationship it had been put off for too long.
"ready yet baby doll?" he adjusted his cuff links- looking a little too good that you would probably cry if this plan didn't work.
"mhm," you responded plainly, you tried to hide your frustration but you weren't doing a good job.
you took the last curler out styling your hair to satisfaction, then getting up showing off the dress. the length, the tightness and the exposure of it.
"ready," you half smiled getting your purse and dabbing some perfume over your pulse areas.
"how do i look?" he hadn't responded, of course he was looking through loose papers in his song book.
"jackie?"
"hmm?"
now you were losing it, you rolled your eyes letting out a sigh indicating how done you were.
"sigmund." he whipped his head around, now with the government name he knew something was up.
"what's wrong baby? ouuh-" he let out yet another low breathy groan before continuing his eyes dark, grazing over the lacy dress, hugging you in all the right places.
"is that the dress you're wearing?" he asks voice low, eyes everywhere on you but your frustrated gaze.
"yes sigmund." you responded
"why you upset?" he finally meets your gaze. you scoff in response, stupid question meant a stupid answer.
"im upset because i've been telling you about this stupid door frame. how many times i need to tell you "jackie please fix the damn doorframe", you know how annoying it is to have you ignore something so obvious! please just fix it's right there so please fix the damn thi-"
rolling his eyes as you went on a full on rant and he realises this was not about the doorframe. before you could finish the rant he cuts you off pinning you to the nearest wall by the same damn doorframe.
"are you done yet?" he asks with barely any space between the two of you. your breath hitches at the act.
"you were so confident talking before go on," he says lowly, the pent up tension of two weeks ago slowly evaporating. his hand running down your waist to your hip.
"the do-"
"forget the doorframe we both know this isn't what it's about," his eyes remain dark and serious but a smirk still manages to seep through. "you think i hadn't noticed your little stunts, the lingerie, no panties, and now here you are dressed up in a tight black dress knowing very well im going to have to endure a dinner with others staring at you like you the full course meal," he whispered kissing your ear sending shivers down your spine.
"you ignored me," you protested
he then let's out a half chuckle half scoff, "i had managers and publicists breathing down my neck i was trying to be good," he pulls you flush against him both hands on your hips, you can now feel the effect the dress is having on him your breath hitches again.
his lips then travel down the sensitive skin on your neck, "you wanted my attention baby doll?" he continues to kiss soft moans escape your lips.
"this was what you wanted isn't it?" he whispers against your neck, you move your allowing him more access.
"now you have it. every single bit so tell me baby where and how badly you want me before I lose my damn mind." he reaches your sweet spot, teasingly grazing over it allowing small moans to fall from your lips
"use your words," he adds lowly grazing your ear.
"i need you jackie, need you over here," you let out a whimper, wasting no time in bringing his hand down to your clothed core. jackie's gaze turned dark faint smirk appearing pleased at how needy you sounded.
he engulfs you into a hot passionate kiss once again, he then trails sloppy kisses down your neck to your collarbone. your straps fall allowing the top of your dress to follow along, his lips giving attention you to your bare chest sucking your left nipple while grabbing the other.
meanwhile his opposite hand crawls up the hem of your dress working its way to your leaking core. jackies fingers daintily ran over the clothed slit teasing you.
"jackie," he smirked watching your reaction, your eyebrows knit together at his teasing touch. "i'm jackie now am i? so needy," his eyes stayed glued to her reaction as he pushes the lace panties aside sliding two slender fingers in. his fingers slide easily in and out thanks to your slick, he feels you clench around them.
"fuck, daddy's neglected your pussy for too long, huh baby?" he questions fingers picking up their pace on purpose, your moans continue to fill the room as thumb applies pressure on your clit. your hips meet his hand as he adds more pleasure
jackie continued to skilfully work his fingers as you squirmed against the wall, he curled his fingers against your sweet spot. your high approaches and you release onto his fingers. jackie pulls his glistening fingers away as you gasp slightly, placing them in his mouth licking them clean, your eyes never leaving his.
"forgot how good this pussy tastes," he remarks lowly.
"i want you baby," you whimper. he replies, unbuckling the belt on his slacks.
"yeah? tell daddy what you want," your eyes were now glued to the large tent in his boxers. knowing damn well you were watching he letting his dick spring free from his boxers.
"i want you daddy," words coming out almost as a moan. his smirk grew wider.
"what do you from daddy?" you knew exactly what he was trying to get you to do and you hated how desperate you sounded. jackie teased the tip between your folds before pulling away.
"i want your cock," those four words themselves would've made him cum. he pushes inside you the moment the words leave your lips.
he adjusted for five seconds hands finding their way to the back of your thighs, hoisting you against the doorframe, before ramming into your pussy. you don't hold back on your moans as his dick filled you up. he had already set a fast pace.
"is this what you wanted?" he groans, feeling how tight you were after the past two weeks, his thrusts increasing speed and strength each time.
"walking around with your pussy on display like a little whore," his pounding continued, when suddenly you heard the doorframe creak. "this is what you wanted isn't it?" the pleasure made it hard for you to respond.
"daddy to fuck your pussy senseless," he continues, but so does the slight creaking that the two of you ignore. he groans as you clench around his length. you attempted to form a sentence but the only thing that made sense that moment was how good his dick felt.
"so greedy, gripping me so hard," his pace never faltered. jackie kept your against the doorframe, the veins in his muscular arms popping. your moans grew even louder along with his groans. you leaned your head back against the doorframe legs wrapped around his legs like jelly- full belief if you stood up you'd fall- no intention of letting go.
the pleasure increased each thrust pushing you to your high. "fuck baby im close," you exclaimed head still against the doorframe, his lips latch to your sweet spot on your neck. your hands found his hair running through his tight curls.
much like your legs the doorframe wasn't gonna let up much longer. you don't know how but you weren't complaining, he continued harder and deeper as a broken squeal left your lips. "my needy girl, cum all over my dick baby" he growled low in your ear.
one thrust was now equivalent to one creak from the doorframe but none that mattered at the moment. that also meant you coming undone on his girthy length, his thrusts began to grow sloppy catching up to his own high. "just like this huh baby?" he groans his forehead against yours.
"mhm" wasn't necessarily an answer but the small hum from your lips was enough to make him undone, all self control lost.
"so." - [thrust]
"fuckin." - [thrust]
"needy." - [thrust]
"fuck jackie!" you squeal
a loud crack races with the sound of your moans. just like that the doorframe too had given out, doorframe been given a makeover. neither of you had noticed yet, your chest rising and falling as he held you catching his breath forehead resting against yours, placing small kisses on your face.
"never neglecting my girl again," he whispers against her
"i love you baby."
"i love you more baby doll and i'm so sorry for not paying attention to you. don't know how i spent two weeks away from you like this" he apologised, pulling out as you whimper from the loss of contact. "i have been real mean haven't I?" he replies to the sound that left your mouth
"you've got no idea," you respond still clinging to him like a koala. "i know you work a lot baby, i respect that just don't shut me out in the process please i kinda of still wanna see my husband when i come home,"
"never again baby, i promise" he promises, kissing your forehead and walking you over to the bed to lay you down. "now let's get my girl cleaned up," before he could back away to grab a towel he turns taking the doorframe into account.
"oh shit," he remarks a partial grin forming along with pride. you lifted your head to see the door warped, the strike plate looked out of place the top half of the screws that held it now exposed, looking as though someone had pushed it back.
"i do that?" he questions closing the door seeing the very visible gap between the door and the frame, if anything the latch and strike plate looked more like a belt holding it together. the cheap wood had bent a little as well where he had you hoisted up
"shit," he adds eyes still locked on the door. "i didn't hurt you did baby?" he whips his head towards you now.
"no baby you didn't," you reply amused at the sight.
"you know what though," you add
"what?"
"my argument still stands it is that damn door," you replied partially serious and partially joking.
he shook his head laughing at your comment, "damn girl where would i be without you, i'll have it replaced on monday baby,"
warnings, 18+ MDNI, smut , rough sex, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, degredation, reader gets slightly bratty, warped doorframe?? oral [fem receiving], not proofread so please dont come for me its late
synopsis, reader has been feeling physically neglected while her husband has been working his busy schedule.
notes, actually so parasocial about the jacksons im concerned, my first time writing smut so please dont hate if it's ass. requests are open so please send them through dont be shy, and lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist. this was supposed to be released ages ago but finals were kicking my ass. also intended lowercase
this is based off of @valentinhoe post
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.❧ to say it had been a long two weeks was an underestimation. your mirror had reflected the tension that had been simmering between you and jackie the last two weeks. you understood being with a jackson meant sharing him with his work duties but the last fortnight had made you ache for him.
you were currently getting ready for dinner, not date night but a dinner with producers and publicists. this was your last try before you were gonna resort to silent treatment. you weren't usually verbal when you were needy but jackie was always good at picking up in cues. key word, usually, this time no matter how many times you'd try he wouldn't budge.
it started somewhat subtle at first, he'd get ready to go to the studio and you'd hug him from behind. hands travelling over his abs feeling up on him then subtly tracing his v-line- no reaction. you let that go, later that week while he was writing in his song book you'd straddle him, slightly moving your hips, that resulted in a "not now baby."
your next attempt was a short skirt no panties bending over to grab something you dropped. you hadn't dismissed the groan or how tight his pants looked afterwards but that was as far as he went.
you resorted to walking around the house in lingerie, but when that didn't work you tried full nude and still nothing. so now here you were, removing the curlers out of your hair getting ready for a dinner that wasn't even a date with you and him.
the last plan you had in your pocket, you bought a short black lace dress not too long ago. if the thought of you wearing something like that in front of producers, executives and any other people who get thoughts about you travelling to who knows where, wasn't gonna push anything then you were gonna snap.
he leaned against the doorframe watching you. that doorframe was another problem itself, when you both originally bought the house the other doorframes were made of stable wood with strong and steady structures.
the master bedroom doorframe looked like it had been made of cheap, fake wood that even the wind would break it. they hadn't seen it as a major flaw it was something easy they could fix. but much like the current state of the relationship it had been put off for too long.
"ready yet baby doll?" he adjusted his cuff links- looking a little too good that you would probably cry if this plan didn't work.
"mhm," you responded plainly, you tried to hide your frustration but you weren't doing a good job.
you took the last curler out styling your hair to satisfaction, then getting up showing off the dress. the length, the tightness and the exposure of it.
"ready," you half smiled getting your purse and dabbing some perfume over your pulse areas.
"how do i look?" he hadn't responded, of course he was looking through loose papers in his song book.
"jackie?"
"hmm?"
now you were losing it, you rolled your eyes letting out a sigh indicating how done you were.
"sigmund." he whipped his head around, now with the government name he knew something was up.
"what's wrong baby? ouuh-" he let out yet another low breathy groan before continuing his eyes dark, grazing over the lacy dress, hugging you in all the right places.
"is that the dress you're wearing?" he asks voice low, eyes everywhere on you but your frustrated gaze.
"yes sigmund." you responded
"why you upset?" he finally meets your gaze. you scoff in response, stupid question meant a stupid answer.
"im upset because i've been telling you about this stupid door frame. how many times i need to tell you "jackie please fix the damn doorframe", you know how annoying it is to have you ignore something so obvious! please just fix it's right there so please fix the damn thi-"
rolling his eyes as you went on a full on rant and he realises this was not about the doorframe. before you could finish the rant he cuts you off pinning you to the nearest wall by the same damn doorframe.
"are you done yet?" he asks with barely any space between the two of you. your breath hitches at the act.
"you were so confident talking before go on," he says lowly, the pent up tension of two weeks ago slowly evaporating. his hand running down your waist to your hip.
"the do-"
"forget the doorframe we both know this isn't what it's about," his eyes remain dark and serious but a smirk still manages to seep through. "you think i hadn't noticed your little stunts, the lingerie, no panties, and now here you are dressed up in a tight black dress knowing very well im going to have to endure a dinner with others staring at you like you the full course meal," he whispered kissing your ear sending shivers down your spine.
"you ignored me," you protested
he then let's out a half chuckle half scoff, "i had managers and publicists breathing down my neck i was trying to be good," he pulls you flush against him both hands on your hips, you can now feel the effect the dress is having on him your breath hitches again.
his lips then travel down the sensitive skin on your neck, "you wanted my attention baby doll?" he continues to kiss soft moans escape your lips.
"this was what you wanted isn't it?" he whispers against your neck, you move your allowing him more access.
"now you have it. every single bit so tell me baby where and how badly you want me before I lose my damn mind." he reaches your sweet spot, teasingly grazing over it allowing small moans to fall from your lips
"use your words," he adds lowly grazing your ear.
"i need you jackie, need you over here," you let out a whimper, wasting no time in bringing his hand down to your clothed core. jackie's gaze turned dark faint smirk appearing pleased at how needy you sounded.
he engulfs you into a hot passionate kiss once again, he then trails sloppy kisses down your neck to your collarbone. your straps fall allowing the top of your dress to follow along, his lips giving attention you to your bare chest sucking your left nipple while grabbing the other.
meanwhile his opposite hand crawls up the hem of your dress working its way to your leaking core. jackies fingers daintily ran over the clothed slit teasing you.
"jackie," he smirked watching your reaction, your eyebrows knit together at his teasing touch. "i'm jackie now am i? so needy," his eyes stayed glued to her reaction as he pushes the lace panties aside sliding two slender fingers in. his fingers slide easily in and out thanks to your slick, he feels you clench around them.
"fuck, daddy's neglected your pussy for too long, huh baby?" he questions fingers picking up their pace on purpose, your moans continue to fill the room as thumb applies pressure on your clit. your hips meet his hand as he adds more pleasure
jackie continued to skilfully work his fingers as you squirmed against the wall, he curled his fingers against your sweet spot. your high approaches and you release onto his fingers. jackie pulls his glistening fingers away as you gasp slightly, placing them in his mouth licking them clean, your eyes never leaving his.
"forgot how good this pussy tastes," he remarks lowly.
"i want you baby," you whimper. he replies, unbuckling the belt on his slacks.
"yeah? tell daddy what you want," your eyes were now glued to the large tent in his boxers. knowing damn well you were watching he letting his dick spring free from his boxers.
"i want you daddy," words coming out almost as a moan. his smirk grew wider.
"what do you from daddy?" you knew exactly what he was trying to get you to do and you hated how desperate you sounded. jackie teased the tip between your folds before pulling away.
"i want your cock," those four words themselves would've made him cum. he pushes inside you the moment the words leave your lips.
he adjusted for five seconds hands finding their way to the back of your thighs, hoisting you against the doorframe, before ramming into your pussy. you don't hold back on your moans as his dick filled you up. he had already set a fast pace.
"is this what you wanted?" he groans, feeling how tight you were after the past two weeks, his thrusts increasing speed and strength each time.
"walking around with your pussy on display like a little whore," his pounding continued, when suddenly you heard the doorframe creak. "this is what you wanted isn't it?" the pleasure made it hard for you to respond.
"daddy to fuck your pussy senseless," he continues, but so does the slight creaking that the two of you ignore. he groans as you clench around his length. you attempted to form a sentence but the only thing that made sense that moment was how good his dick felt.
"so greedy, gripping me so hard," his pace never faltered. jackie kept your against the doorframe, the veins in his muscular arms popping. your moans grew even louder along with his groans. you leaned your head back against the doorframe legs wrapped around his legs like jelly- full belief if you stood up you'd fall- no intention of letting go.
the pleasure increased each thrust pushing you to your high. "fuck baby im close," you exclaimed head still against the doorframe, his lips latch to your sweet spot on your neck. your hands found his hair running through his tight curls.
much like your legs the doorframe wasn't gonna let up much longer. you don't know how but you weren't complaining, he continued harder and deeper as a broken squeal left your lips. "my needy girl, cum all over my dick baby" he growled low in your ear.
one thrust was now equivalent to one creak from the doorframe but none that mattered at the moment. that also meant you coming undone on his girthy length, his thrusts began to grow sloppy catching up to his own high. "just like this huh baby?" he groans his forehead against yours.
"mhm" wasn't necessarily an answer but the small hum from your lips was enough to make him undone, all self control lost.
"so." - [thrust]
"fuckin." - [thrust]
"needy." - [thrust]
"fuck jackie!" you squeal
a loud crack races with the sound of your moans. just like that the doorframe too had given out, doorframe been given a makeover. neither of you had noticed yet, your chest rising and falling as he held you catching his breath forehead resting against yours, placing small kisses on your face.
"never neglecting my girl again," he whispers against her
"i love you baby."
"i love you more baby doll and i'm so sorry for not paying attention to you. don't know how i spent two weeks away from you like this" he apologised, pulling out as you whimper from the loss of contact. "i have been real mean haven't I?" he replies to the sound that left your mouth
"you've got no idea," you respond still clinging to him like a koala. "i know you work a lot baby, i respect that just don't shut me out in the process please i kinda of still wanna see my husband when i come home,"
"never again baby, i promise" he promises, kissing your forehead and walking you over to the bed to lay you down. "now let's get my girl cleaned up," before he could back away to grab a towel he turns taking the doorframe into account.
"oh shit," he remarks a partial grin forming along with pride. you lifted your head to see the door warped, the strike plate looked out of place the top half of the screws that held it now exposed, looking as though someone had pushed it back.
"i do that?" he questions closing the door seeing the very visible gap between the door and the frame, if anything the latch and strike plate looked more like a belt holding it together. the cheap wood had bent a little as well where he had you hoisted up
"shit," he adds eyes still locked on the door. "i didn't hurt you did baby?" he whips his head towards you now.
"no baby you didn't," you reply amused at the sight.
"you know what though," you add
"what?"
"my argument still stands it is that damn door," you replied partially serious and partially joking.
he shook his head laughing at your comment, "damn girl where would i be without you, i'll have it replaced on monday baby,"
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