Allow me to introduce myself:
I'm a young adult, African American woman (she/her). For the astrology girlies, I do happen to be a libra (don’t hate!) I consider myself a 70s enthusiast, but honestly all things retro are right up my alley.
Many stars ago I was an avid writer. I got pretty burnt out with balancing writing and real life, but I'm finally breaking the age-long hiatus and doing it the fun way this time! I love writing and all things ART. I have always written from a black/poc perspective and for the black eye—I don’t see that changing.
As for now, expect to see a lot of fanfiction and occasional ramblings, as I have not gotten to fangirl in ages lol
Synopsis: Jackie and reader have been arguing all week, he decides that he’s had enough.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, sort of mean!jackie, arguing, roughness, maybe a little toxic lol idk, verbal, submissive reader, not proofread
Word count: 2,177
You and Jackie had been arguing back to back all week. It ranged from nonsense bickering to genuine perceived slights on both sides. It had a lot to do with both of your stress levels and the lack of time either of you had to give as of late.
You were feeling extra sensitive, and Jackie had been varying between unresponsive and irritable. Tonight was his boiling point. You made an issue about how he spoke to the waitress, which he knew was just you picking a fight at this point.
You walked into the apartment hot on his tail, as he tried not to give you the energy you so badly wanted. You knew it was toxic, but to be honest, it was a subconscious thing you did when you were craving his attention and struggling to express it.
“Y/n.” He rubbed his face in annoyance.
“Y/n my ass. I’m sick of you and that slick ass mouth.” You pulled your coat off, placing it on the coat hanger just as he did, the two of you seething with frustration as your eyes met.
“I’m sick of you and this attitude.” He pulled his hat off hanging it there as well, as he stared you down. You could see him bubbling up with disappointment because he so badly wanted this to be a relaxing evening for you, but it was turning out to be the complete opposite.
You broke the tension between your gaze, storming to the bedroom, hearing him not too far behind.
“You’re so sick of me why don’t you leave then?” He said in a mean tone, standing in the mirror as he fixed his afro from being flattened under his hat. Jackie meant none of those words, but wanted your validation, which would have been a protest to his assertion. He was throwing out a bone and you caught it, but not how he expected.
You laughed in disbelief. “Maybe I will.” You said bitterly as you struggled to unzip your dress, refusing to ask for his assistance.
He turned, looking at you across the room with an expression of dismay. “Unbelievable…You’ll say anything to get a rise out of me huh?” He shook his head before walking over and harshly unzipping your dress for you. Even in his anger, he felt the urge to come to your aid.
“Oh well. You said it first.” You shrugged nonchalantly, before slipping out of your dress and refusing to thank him.
He couldn’t believe how childish you were being today, but he had just the remedy. “You know what?” He stood with his hands on his hips, eyebrows furrowed in impatience.
“What?” You barked back.
“Get on that bed.“ He ordered.
Just as you were about to sit on the foot of the bed, he stopped you.
“No, no sweetheart. You getting on your hands and knees today talking to me like you lost your mind. Threatening to leave me? You never stooped that low.” He scoffed.
You obeyed, getting onto the bed on your hands and knees, but not without protest. “You mentioned it first!”
“And you caught the bait. I thought you loved me enough to go against me, but I guess I don’t know you like I thought I did.” He remarked as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it somewhere.
“You are so dramatic.” You criticized him with a shake of your head.
“I don’t want to hear a peep out of you. Maybe amidst the silence I can imagine you love me enough.”
You were silent for a moment, realizing that Jackie’s attitude and irritability rested in the same root cause as yours—not just a desire for attention, but a strong need for validation from his lover.
As you waited quietly, reflecting on both of your poor communication skills, all you could hear was the jingling of his metal belt buckle, which both excited and scared you.
You were getting some action which was a win, but Jackie had a way of handling your attitude that made you almost not want to have one again. On top of that, you were regretting the way you baited him and vice versa.
Before you knew it, his heavy hand was rested on the small of your back, pushing you into an even deeper arch. You felt his tip grazing your entrance, his member stiff already.
“Uh huh…and he acts like he hates to argue.” You thought to yourself.
Your taunting thoughts were cut short as you felt him enter you, his length already plunging deep. His abrupt entrance caused you to whimper, feeling him splitting you apart in the best way.
Your whimper earned a sudden smack to your bottom, which left it stinging. “What’d I say?” His hips were moving in a slow wind, making you feel every part of him.
“Hm?” He questioned, prompting you to answer him as he pushed his tip right against your cervix, his hips and your ass pressed firmly together.
“You don’t wanna hear me…” You whined.
“Exactly so shut your mouth like I said. I’ll let you know when I wanna hear you.” He pulled all the way out, readying himself at your entrance again, before plunging right back in.
The intense pressure and stretching sent your hand flying back to his abdomen as you bit your lip to suppress any moans or whimpers tempted to escape.
He grabbed your wrists, holding them together behind your back as he began to thrust his hips harder, fucking you in a loving slow pace that perfectly juxtaposed the stern, disappointed force that made your skin clap together loudly.
You winced in attempts to remain silent, his thrusts powerful enough to scoot you forward almost if he weren’t pressing your back so firmly.
His balls began to meet your clit, pressing against it every time he bottomed out inside you. Along with that, you felt his shaft rubbing right against the perfect spot repeatedly and torturously slow, making you want to cry out his name but you knew you couldn’t. You had to let the slick coating forming around him speak for itself.
The room was ominously quiet except for the sound of Jackie pounding you. You braced yourself for every stroke, trying your best to wear your punishment which wasn’t working out well so far.
Your hips involuntarily pulled forward a little, running away from the ferocious beast that was Jackie.
“Where you goin’? Don’t run from this. You gettin’ exactly what you asked for.” He scolded you in his soft voice, completely contradicting his tone as he spanked you harshly, pulling you right back into his thrusts and increasing the intensity of the pleasure he was causing.
“I know…I know…” You moaned and whimpered helplessly as his hips met yours with ferocity and bittersweet contempt.
“No you don’t know. You don’t know, cause’ you been at it for weeks.” He gripped your curls in one hand, and your jaw in his other, bringing your face closer to his.
“Fuck! okay- baby I’m sorry…”
“Nah, don’t apologize to me in the middle of your consequence. A hard head makes a soft bottom and you gon’ learn today.” He had you against his chest, fucking you senseless.
Jackie was being stricter than usual. By now, he would have relented, planting sweet kisses on your face, kissing the tears away to make everything better while he made sweet love to you.
This time, he was teaching you a hard lesson and refusing to soften up on you. At this point, strangled noises and cries were escaping you, but Jackie didn’t scold you this time—it seemed that he was finally relenting in at least one way.
Your eyes were welling up, your mascara smeared and running ever so slightly.
You gasped, feeling yourself already about to come as you clenched him tightly. You tried to hold out, but you just couldn’t, as his strokes were coming too quickly for you to recover from each previous pleasure-filled thrust.
Just as you tightened around him ready to release, he withdrew, leaving you clenching around nothing and aching at his sudden absence.
He took you through about three more rotations of torturing you in this way. Drawing a huge orgasm up to a strong simmer, before suddenly withdrawing the heat.
On the third time pulling out of you, your hips seemed to chase him as he withdrew.
“You know baby…I’m starting to think you taking a likin’ to the way I discipline you…” His voice sounded encumbered with temptation but still stern, dripping in that old midwest, Gary flavor.
“You like the way I tap this ass. Don’t you?” His hand was rubbing your ass cheek in slow circles.
He rubbed your pussy from the back every time his hand reached the cup of your ass, using his fingertips for the lightest, teasing touches he could give you.
He started to finger you with just his middle finger, torturously slow and deep. Each time his finger bottomed out in you, the room filled with a slight squelch. “Don’t you?” He asked once again in a crisp half-whisper, the words arriving with a stinging clarity.
“I do…” You admitted in shame as your orgasm pooled up in your abdomen again.
“Mmmm.” He hummed in disappointment.
Just as your walls tensed against him, he removed his finger. You clenched around nothing again, feeling nervous about what was next.
“But yet, you’re sorry?” He asked, his tone unmistakably vindictive.
“I am baby…” You said, lying flat on your stomach with your thighs tight together, trying to endure the heartbeat you could feel between your legs.
“Alright then.” He replied, his tone letting you know he didn’t buy your apology.
But he sure was going to give you a hell of a way to prove it.
Before you knew it, Jackie was hovering over you again, ready to finish you off brutally.
“Tell me what you’re so sorry for.” He dropped his dick into you again, his hips coming down on you with force.
You recalled earlier in a daze as you tried to construct an acceptable sentence.
“I’m- Fuck..I’m sorry for picking fights…” You moaned, chasing that same orgasm he’d held over your head this whole time.
Jackie pressed your arms against the bed, plowing into you like never before. “Mmm…and what else?”
“I’m sorry for saying I was sick of you...” You moaned intensely in between your words. “I’ll never get sick of you…” You said in a weak, affectionate cry as you reached your peak, your walls pulsing around him in ecstasy.
Jackie seemed to fuck you harder with each apology, making your mind race for what Jackie was looking for. You reached back into your mind, thinking about what upset him the most today.
“I’m just…sorry for my whole attitude…” You said in a weak, cock-drunk slur, your face pressed into the bed. Jackie had you throwing around apologies desperately, seeking refuge from the overstimulation of him pounding you with no refrain.
Suddenly a lightbulb went off.
“And most of all baby-“ You winced as he drove into you, trying your best to form a coherent thought.
“Most of all…m’sorry for threatening to leave you...” Your words mushed together as you stuttered over them, whimpering and moaning amidst each word. “I’ll never leave you baby…” You cried out as your second orgasm coursed through you.
“You promise?” He slowed down, filling the room with the slow, loud claps of your skin.
“I promise you Jackie…” You saw white as you closed your eyes tightly, trying to escape the overwhelming sense of pleasure as it became too much to take.
“You gon’ stop fighting me?” He continued to grind his hips in a rhythm that made your muscles feel tense and rigid. His tone sounding like he was on the edge.
“Mhmm…” You nodded with your face against the bed in surrender. Your bodies were moist with sweat, the inner portion of your thighs wet from arousal and your own releases.
“That’s my good girl.” He planted a tender kiss on your nape before picking your body back up onto your hands and knees.
You were a weak nonverbal mess, your legs trembling in defeat. He started to drive into you again with a sloppy passion as he gripped your waist, ready to paint you white on the inside.
You weakly crawled further away from him, but to no surprise he pulled you right back into his force, making you take all of him.
After a few more powerful blows, his hips bucked into you one last time, releasing as he groaned and moaned.
“I love you.” He said amidst a moan as you both panted. He was pulling you into him slowly and weakly by the waist, as he rode out his release.
“I love you too…” You said sweetly as you held the sheets tightly in your grasp, feeling overstimulated by Jackie’s lasting touch.
When he was finally done riding out his high, he let you go, allowing you to collapse onto the bed in exhaustion.
As you lay in the bed temptingly, Jackie leaned over you, kissing your shoulder, back, hip, then finally planting a soft kiss on your ass. He watched as your body seemed to tingle from the sensation of each touch.
Knowingly, he spread your cheeks, planting a sweet kiss right on your pussy. He sucked it one more good, threatening time, causing you to shudder at even the thought of coming again.
He placed a light smack on your butt, before leaving you to contemplate your attitude.
I need more Jermaine smut! How about him talking reader through it in that sexy bass voice?
Yessss I #need that. Hope you enjoy tehe ♡
Daddy’s Home.
Jermaine Jackson x black reader
Synopsis: Jermaine comes to visit reader after a while and reassures her about his feelings before having a dirty little exchange.
Warnings: nsfw 18+, use of the word “daddy” and other terms like “angel”, music playing, teasing/edging, verbal, a little long, not proofread
Word count: 2,702
Jermaine had been your boyfriend officially for about a year, but you’d known him for two. Now that you were dating him, things had been a little more difficult as he and his brothers’ careers were growing and they began to be even more busy than before.
You started to care more about his absence, now that the relationship was romantic. When you were just friends, it mattered less because you could tuck those feelings away and pretend to be unfazed.
But things were so different now, you were no longer just missing his presence, but now it was his voice, his touch, the way he made love to you—everything about him.
You hadn’t seen Jermaine in about a month, and you were missing him dearly. While the lack of quality time obviously was due to busyness, a lot of it also had to do with his father. He was hard on him and never wanted to acknowledge you as Jermaine’s.
It all weighed so heavily on your mind as you spent each day missing him.
One night, just as your weary eyes were half asleep, you heard Jermaine leaving a message on your answering machine that made you want to rise right out of your sleep.
“Hey baby. It’s Jermaine. I know you’re probably sleepin’, resting your pretty little eyes…But I just wanted to let you know I’ll be back tomorrow night, and you’re the first person I wanna see.”
When you woke up the next day, you felt anxious. You were obviously extremely excited to see him and therefore impatient, but all the little feelings about what was wrong and what was right in your relationship were rocking around like butterflies in your stomach.
You wondered if what you had with him was built on as strong of a foundation as you’d thought. You worried that your feelings for him ran too deep, too quickly and wondered what you would do if things were to just end.
Needless to say, most of the day was spent in limbo between doubt and intense yearning, pacing back and forth between eagerness for Jermaine’s arrival and feelings of doom about expressing your worries to him.
By nightfall, Jermaine was walking into your apartment ready to make the sweetest love known to man—but not before he figured our what was wrong. He saw the raw, glassy look in your eyes, he could tell you’d been crying.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He furrowed his eyebrows in concern as he entered the bedroom, pulling you into a warm embrace.
“Nothin’.” You forced a smile to reassure him.
“Well what was wrong? I can see it in your eyes, you been cryin’.” He rubbed both his thumbs across your cheeks.
“I just been thinkin’ about a lot…with us.” You swallowed the tears as you said those words.
“What about us?” He held you against him as you turned around, standing at the window.
You twiddled your fingers, finding the words to express everything to him.
“Talk to me baby.” He ran his fingers softly up and down your arm as he pulled you closer.
“I just worry about us sometimes Jermaine. We don’t exactly have a…conventional love story.”
“So what? It works for us.” He said with his same old nonchalant swagger.
“I agree…I just don’t always feel secure these days. Especially with the way I’ve fallen for you. I miss you even more now.”
He nodded knowingly. “I feel the same. I’ve missed you dearly. This whole month…when I play my bass and sing, I…I look out in the crowd and I can only see a sea of people shaped in the form of your face.” He kissed your shoulder.
“I got to sing Daddy’s home…and I wanted you in the crowd so bad. Cause’…that song’s really just about you. You know that?” His eyes met yours, giving you a tender feeling inside as he grabbed the record, wanting you to hear it.
“I mean, I hoped.” You laughed a little, watching him place the needle carefully.
“But when I hear you sing stuff like that, I never think you really feel it. At least about me. I always think it’s for your fans.” You glanced back down at your hands as the record began to play.
“Nah…this one’s personal.” He snapped his fingers as he swayed back to you.
You let out a closed-mouthed laugh of satisfaction, as a small smile curled at the corners of your lips. “I love you, Jermaine.” You picked up the vinyl sleeve, looking at his face on the album cover as you sighed and shook your head. You were always so amazed at the influence Jermaine seemed to have over your heart.
Jermaine was really smooth, he had a way with his words that never failed to reassure you whenever you had doubts.
“I love you more.” He removed the vinyl covering from your hands before grabbing them in his big ones, pulling you into a loose slow dance, making you feel like a giddy girl with a little crush all over again.
“Daddy’s home.” He sung playfully to you, dragging the words out in his mellow voice, causing you to giggle as you swayed side to side with him. Hearing him sing to you brought you a sense of comfort, it reminded you to bask in his presence and cherish time spent, as you knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d have to leave you once again.
“Oh, is he now?” You snickered with a smirk as you drew yourself closer, your chest flush against him as you looked up into his sweet eyes, holding his hands.
“Uh huh. Your daddy’s home, to stay.” He sung along again before placing his lips on yours, your lips locking like two puzzle pieces that had been separated for far too long.
You placed your hand on his chin, your lips tangling together beautifully, casting the most romantic silhouette in your window for passersby lucky enough to see.
Jermaine planted kisses on your neck as his hands began to travel up under your blouse. He felt the way your skin jumped at his touch, his hand sliding up your stomach until he reached your breast. His thumbs grazed your nipples just enough to get them standing at attention, revealing your excitement.
As he slowly unbuttoned your top, he made sure his fingertips grazed your skin each time. “You really did miss me huh?” He said, planting a long kiss on the side of your face as each button popped loose, making your heart beat faster in anticipation.
You nodded bashfully. “Don’t make me say it again.” You laughed a tad as he pulled your shirt off.
“Well I’m here now.” He said reassuringly, moving your hair to the side affectionately before kissing your neck in the places that were previously hidden.
Swiftly, he picked you up you by your thighs as you held onto him, resuming your passionate kiss as he dropped you onto the bed fiercely, not hesitating to climb on top of you.
“I really have been waiting on this moment.” His eyes caught yours before his mouth enveloped your sensitive nipple, sucking it slowly. The feeling of his lips around each nipple made your pussy throb in impatience. You had been aching all month to feel him and he was taking his sweet time getting you even more amped up.
“Me too.” You said sweetly as his lips consumed every part of you, kissing and sucking every little piece of flesh until he finally reached your panties, which to no surprise were soaked by now.
“I can tell.” He licked the dark spot in the center of your panties before pulling them down with his teeth as his big hands caressed your legs. Once they were off, his hands journeyed all the way back up to your thighs, spreading them for a long-awaited feast.
Before you knew it, Jermaine was making you squirm and cry out all sorts of pleas and silly things as he made love to you with his lips and fingers.
“Jermaine…I wanna feel you…” The words slipped out timidly and choked beneath moans as his lips rubbed against your folds and his fingers curled against your spongy g-spot relentlessly.
“You are feeling me baby. I need you to be more specific…” He pouted sarcastically as he sat up, looking upon your face while he worked his two fingers in you gracefully, your legs resting at the sides of his hips.
“How do you wanna feel me?” He added as he began to use his free hand to stimulate your clit with slow pressured circles.
“Hmm?” He called for your response as you struggled to formulate an answer.
“I want you inside of me…” You uttered shyly, pulling your knees together weakly as your stomach began to tighten on the verge of an orgasm. You always felt so shy and silly when he made you talk back to him and express exactly what you wanted, but he loved your bashful nature. It really turned him on to hear the filth fall from your not-so innocent mouth.
Suddenly, he withdrew his digits from you, placing them in your mouth to suck clean before he latched his lips to yours, making you taste yourself further.
He put your legs back, pressing your knees against your chest as he admired you.
“How do you ask?” He grazed your folds up and down with his tip that was leaking pre-cum, teasing you mercilessly.
“Can you put it inside please…?” You whined, feeling embarrassed as you clenched around nothing, so badly wanting to be filled.
“Mmhm…anything for my baby. Especially when you ask so pretty…” He planted a loving kiss on your forehead and cheeks as he entered you slowly.
The corners of his mouth were curled up in satisfaction as he pulled in and out of you slow enough for you to feel every inch of him. His teeth clashed together at the sensations from your walls tightly clenching him each time he pulled out.
Jermaine loved to tease you in bed. He was fascinated by how far he could take things and the way you dripped in desperation after he was done. He got off on your desire for him and how badly you wanted to come—or maybe it was how badly you wanted him to make you come.
“Listen to the way it needs me.” He watched your plump, wet lips as he continuously went in and out of you torturously slow, bringing your attention to the wet, popping, suction noise between each stroke.
You moaned and muttered as every nerve ending felt immensely sensitive, making you feel feverish almost as he plunged deep into you before resurfacing, his dick glistening more and more after each stroke.
“You hear it baby?” He continued to tease you, his dick flexing every time he pulled out, which let you know he was just as ready as you were for him to have you his way.
“Mmmhmm…” Your eyes welled up as you whimpered softly, struggling to answer as Jermaine edged you so mercilessly.
Your glossy eyes trailed down from his face to the sight of his length covered in your arousal, yet still refusing to give you the ending you so badly sought.
“Look at me.” He placed his hand on the front of your neck as he saw your eyes becoming transfixed down below.
“Jermaine please…” You cried softly in the prettiest moan, your face flushed from such an intense moment as you met his gaze again.
A naughty look formed on Jermaine’s face, you could tell he was pleased by the way you sounded when you were right on the edge, begging and following his instructions.
“Baby I can’t- Please…please…” You continued to plead and whine incoherently as your pussy leaked a thin trail of arousal, becoming overwhelmingly wet from the way he edged you.
“Please what? You’re already gettin’ what you wanted baby. Why you doin’ all this beggin’?” He asked rhetorically as his dark eyes set on yours, and his mouth parted slightly in temptation as he clung to your next response.
“Please let me come…” You moaned as your tears bubbled up at your waterline from lying on your back as he denied you repeatedly.
“Awww my sweet girl…can’t you hold out just a little bit for daddy?” He cooed as he stroked you even slower, loving the power he had over you at the moment.
“Jermaine…I can’t.” You cried out.
He finally decided to be merciful, his strokes began to speed up with each thrust, his dick no longer exiting you. Each time his hips met your ass, he held it there for a second, giving you that fullness you so badly craved.
“Like this?” He asked as his tip kissed your cervix each time, making you wince in pleasure, good pain, and sensitivity.
“Yesss…” Your whiny moans sounded jumpy as he plopped against you continuously.
His length played your g-spot like the ridges of an accordion closing and opening ever so slightly. The pleasure he was causing made you close your eyes tightly, losing all other thoughts besides Jermaine and coming violently on his dick because you knew it was on its way and coming hard.
He pressed harder on your thighs, so that the pressure against your abdomen made the feeling all the more intense.
“Come for daddy then.” He kissed your legs as he put them all the way back, your ankles practically at your ears.
Suddenly, his thrusts came with force, the sound of your wet skin clapping against his making him want to drool in desire.
You nodded submissively as you gripped the inner folds of your knees, feeling you were losing all your sanity.
Your orgasm shot through you like a dart, coursing up and down your core as your eyes rolled back.
“Oh there she goes…This what you wanted huh?” He taunted you, his voice full of bass as he continued to fuck you in the same exact way that brought such an orgasm upon you in the first place, pinning your ankles down tight making you feel it to the very end.
You moaned and cried, mumbling unintelligibly with slurred Yes’s amidst each sound.
He grabbed your hands, interlocking your fingers as he let his weight rest on you fully, his dick deep inside as he thrusted his hips against your ass.
As you held hands, he kissed you with the same passion as before, your lips dancing in a sloppy, breathy, intense rhythm. Your hands clung tightly to his as your pussy fluttered and tensed around him, still riding the high he took you on.
When his lips finally left yours, he sat back up, rocking his hips weakly as he neared his own climax.
“Begging for something you can’t even handle.” He teased you as your lower body flinched in sensitivity and aftershock whenever he drove into you again.
“I can…” You moaned at each thrust in a daze.
He let out a sexy laugh at the way you tried to keep up.
“You look so beautiful taking all of me like this. I’m almost there angel…” He groaned.
“Now tell me whose it is and make daddy feel real good…” His strokes grew sloppy and desperate as he hung over the edge, so close to his release.
“It’s yours baby…” You moaned as his hips stuttered and his hands gripped the folds of your knees in ecstasy.
It was like you uttered a secret code, his hips immediately bucking into you as he planted his seed deep into you, letting out soft moans.
“Fuck baby…” He moaned into your ear as he lay deep inside you, twitching as the remnants of his climax continued to drip ever so slightly.
You rubbed the back of his neck soothingly, kissing the side of his face as he rode out the feeling of you pulsing around him and taking all of his love.
Once he finally pulled himself from the wet warmth between your legs, he planted a tired, tender peck on your lips, sealing the night just how you wanted.
JUSTICE FOR NOLAN WELLS. Wells was last seen on July 4 on the island, where he was hanging out with a group of ( white) friends. The friends returned home, but no one has come forward with any information about what happened to him. Wells, a general business major and football player for Southwest Mississippi Community College, was wearing blue swim trunks, no shirt, and sunglasses.
Sheriff’s Department confirmed that a body matching the description of Wells had been found by the U.S. Parks Service. The body was discovered around 8:45 a.m. on the west end of Horn Island.
Synopsis: Reader and Jermaine place a naughty bet as they lie in bed.
Warnings: MDNI, smut, reader nerding out on science facts, not proofread (will edit later)
Word Count: 1,419
a/n: I really had to get this one out of the drafts b/c there's hardly any Jermaine out there. Big changes will probably be made though, knowing me lol
You were lying on the bed reading a magazine—The Science Digest to be exact. You were a complete nerd when it came to science, it was always your jam in school and still an interest of yours now.
So much so, you always received the Science Digest magazines in your mail. As you lay on the bed with your leg crossed over your propped up knee, Jermaine stared at you in both fascination and lust. The way your eyes darted around the pages, the way you twirled your pencil between your fingers, and the way you bit your lip in curiosity really drove him nuts.
“Did you know that a pregnant mother’s lack of protein in her diet can cause brain damage in the unborn infant? Measles can too.” You flipped the page in wonder, your ankle propped on your knee with just enough space between your legs to see him.
“Nah…I didn’t know that.” He was lying at the foot of the bed just staring at you, his eyes occasionally trailing your legs and in-between. He grazed your legs lightly with his fingertips, making goosebumps appear as he toyed with the small hairs.
“Stop.” You nudged him with your foot chuckling a little.
“You’re so ticklish.” He smacked his lips.
“Ooh there’s a quiz in here.” You ignored him, dragging your pencil over the paper as you read the passage.
“I’ve got an idea.” He rested his hands on his chest, twiddling his thumbs.
“Oh yeah? What’s your idea.” You mocked his tone.
“Let me quiz you with those questions. You get them right, you’re safe. You get even one wrong…I get to make you come in whatever way I want.”
You pondered the idea. It sounded fun, but not quite fair. “That’s not fair.” You laughed a little as you sat up to glance at him.
“How about…I have room to miss 1 out of 4. Andddd You’ve got to get at least one question right to win your little…prize.”
“Deal.” He sat up staring at you with a challenging gaze. “I know a little sum too. You ain’t the only scientist in this room. You’ll be surprised.” He tickled your foot.
“Oh hush. Here’s the pencil. After reading the question, you circle your answer then I’ll give you mine.” You gave him the pencil, looking at him with knowing eyes, because he loved to cheat in almost any game you two played.
He nods with his classic smarty pants expression, before reading the passage. “Alright. It says the velocity of sound varies with the nature of the material transmitting it. In which of these is the velocity the greatest?” He shows you the picture option choices.
Jermaine circles his answer, lying the magazine flat and face down to prove he’s not cheating.
“I say option A.” You raised your brow at him before checking the book to ensure he wasn’t fooling you.
“See.” He widened his eyes at you and stuck his tongue out tauntingly before moving to the next question.
“Just making sure.” You shrugged.
“In which of these cases will the apparent pitch of the whistle be the highest to the man?” He followed the same protocol as with the first question, showing you the diagrams.
“Option B.” Your eyes burned into Jermaine. He was a sly one, you always had to watch him!
“Which one of these shows…complete…destructive…interference…? Yeah I’m definitely getting this one wrong.” He chuckled, choosing his answer.
“I’m thinking option C but I’m not sure this time.”
“Oooo even the scientist is confused. Alright last question.” He smirked. “Which one of these instruments spans the least number of octaves?” He shows you the picture. He circles his answer, then looks up at you for yours. He can tell by the look on your face that you’re unsure, which excites him.
“Option A?”
He shrugs. “Let’s look at the answers.” He flips to the page with the answers.
He flipped back and forward a few times, checking the answers. “Looks like you missed two darling.” He smiles mischievously.
“And did you get your one question right?” You raised your brows.
“Uh huh. Unsurprisingly it was the instrument question.”
“Lucky goose.” You shook your head.
“I’ll give you back your magazine. I’ve decided I wanna get you off justttt like this. While you do something you love.” He holds his laugh as he rubs your thigh amidst the triangular shape forming in the cross of your legs.
You sucked your teeth digging back into the magazine issue, feeling Jermaine’s hand snake into the leg of your shorts.
“Mmm somebody’s been waiting for this moment…I don’t reckon you got those questions wrong on purpose…or did you?” He said feeling the soaked spot on your panties.
“Maybe.” You bit your lip as his fingers slipped through the leg of your panties, exciting you a great deal.
Jermaine’s eyes met yours with a naughty smirk. “Touché.” He began to sift through your folds with his pointer and middle finger.
He propped himself up on his elbow, his head resting on his hand as he used his other hand to fondle you.
The pads of his fingers teased your clit repeatedly in hopes of getting you to beg. It felt like some sort of twisted revenge for you manipulating him with your quiz answers.
“Jermaine…” You said his name in a breathy whisper.
“What is it sweetie?” He acted oblivious as his fingers continuously brushed over your bud softly.
“Stop teasin’ me…” You whined a little as you clenched on nothing, dying to feel his fingers inside you.
“And do what instead?” He kept his act up, getting a rise out of your growing desperation.
You rubbed your face, not wanting to verbalize it, but you knew Jermaine wouldn’t accept any less. “I want…your fingers inside…” You said softly and bashfully.
“Alright pretty girl.” He planted a few kisses on your legs, inserting his middle finger slowly. As his finger curled up, your toes curled, earning a slight snicker from him.
He added his index finger into the mix, sliding in and out as if he were gesturing you to come here. Each time the pads of his fingers brushed against your sweet spot, it was like you were getting a small taste of heaven.
“Feel good?” He asked knowingly, as you’d now laid the magazine down on your chest, no longer able to focus on the small print as his fingers worked you like an instrument.
You nodded with a small whimper, trying not to make any noise. You uncrossed your legs, placing both your feet on the bed now as you watched Jermaine.
The way the afternoon sun peaked through your bedroom highlighted his beauty, his brown eyes shimmering almost, and his deep brown skin seeming to glow.
His eyes pierced into you as he began to pick up the pace, folding his thumb so that it could tap your bud each time he pumped his fingers in and out.
You gripped the pillow your head was propped on as you watched him in awe, covering your mouth with your other hand as small moans leaped from your diaphragm.
His notorious smirk was plastered on his face as he watched you struggle to keep quiet. As he felt you tighten around his fingers, he started to circle your clit with the pad of his thumb, his other two fingers now focused on stimulating that soft, spongy spot.
“Fuck I can’t-“ You moaned incoherently into your hand, seeing white as his fingers continuously and softly pressed your g spot, but in quick succession.
As you released, you felt yourself coming undone, your juices starting to form a ring of wetness at the base of his fingers.
Suddenly he was hovering over you. He removed your hand from your mouth, kissing you with a gentle passion as your lips danced together. Your moans escaped into his mouth as you subtly moved your hips against his fingers, riding out your orgasm.
He watched you as your hips slowed down into a stuttering halt.
He shook his head, looking amazed at your body as he brought his fingers to your mouth. As you tasted yourself on his fingers, he sunk between your legs to get a taste of his own.
“I could do this all day.” He began to lap your juices up. All you could see were his brown eyes peering over your mound as you basked in the sunlit room blissfully thinking to yourself, “Me too…”
It's me again! I have sooo many ideas for Jackie but here's another smutty one- plussize!singer!reader performs with him b/c she's a famous singer like him and while preforming Jackie keeps looking at reader with a "hungry" look since she's in a form fitting dress and after the show he shows her just how much he loves her body
You ask and you shall receive! Hope you enjoy :)
Ain't Nothin' Like the Real Thing.
Jackie Jackson x black reader
Warnings: nsfw 18+, written musical performance, reader is a little shy about her body, not heavily proofread
Word Count: 1,984
You had been making waves in the entertainment industry ever since you dropped your first single.
After a couple months of basking in your success, your record label finally started working on an album with you. Eventually it was finished and released, and unsurprisingly, the people loved it.
As your songs climbed the charts, your management team decided you should start doing more performances, and larger shows to further establish your brand.
Everything had been going well. Each night felt like a roller coaster of emotions as you prepared for each crowd. You always worried about how you would be received. A lot of the biggest female celebrities at the moment had been the typical, Diana Ross, Donna Summers types.
You were a plus-sized woman, fronting beautiful curves with a lovely face to match. The people seemed to love the fresh, unique look and sound you brought to entertainment. Each crowd you performed for especially loved you.
As your name continued to catch heat, you were invited to do a live segment on Soul Train. You were to perform a duet from your album which was a cover of Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell’s Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing. At the last minute, you needed a male replacement, which really unnerved you. You didn’t like feeling unprepared.
Eventually, your manager reached out saying that they’d booked Jackie Jackson to grace the stage with you. He was readying up for a solo album, and his team thought a duet with you would give him a little more publicity nearing release.
Jackie had a unique falsetto tone that fit the song perfectly but you’d never done a show with such minimal practice. You really didn’t want anything to go wrong. You spent the week leading up to the show rehearsing with him, which revealed wonderful chemistry and Jackie’s immense talent and preparation.
During each rehearsal, he’d always say something a little sideways that made you wonder if he was flirting but you passed it off as him being naturally flirty.
The day of the show, you wore a custom dress. It was form-fitting, hugging every curve, revealing a silhouette worthy of every peering eye. The material shimmered under the stage lights, causing a sexy illusion that was sure to mesmerize every viewer. To top it all off, the dress featured two slits that showed off your perfectly oiled legs, as well as your funky heels to match the show’s theme.
You felt a little nervous, but with such a rocking outfit, it boosted your confidence a lot as you stepped out onto the stage. Jackie came out, swaggering up to the second microphone.
“I got somebody new out here with me tonight. Y’all recognize this handsome fella?” You asked the crowd with a smile as you jingled your tambourine along with the rising excitement. The crowd roared, recognizing Jackie.
“Thank you, thank you.” He responded to the crowd’s energy. “And thank you to this beautiful, sexy lady for bringing me out.” He placed emphasis on those adjectives, as he began to dance to the rhythm of the song.
You glanced at him with a chuckle, wondering if you should think anything of what he said but you figured it was all just him putting on a show.
The two of you sang the intro together with a certain seventies twang that truly revitalized the song.
“I’ve got your picture, hangin’ on the wall, but it can’t see or come to me when I call your name…” You sung as you stomped your foot.
“I realize, it’s just a picture, in a frame.” You sung soulfully, adding your own runs and flavors.
“Ooh, I read your letters, when you’re not near.” Jackie sung out with his high-pitched voice before looking directly at you.
“But they don’t move me, and they don’t groove me.” He came close to you, as he danced to the lyrics. “Like when, I hear, your sweet voice.” He faced you with a hungry look in his eyes. It seemed like he was strictly singing to you and the crowd became an afterthought.
“Whispering, in my ear.” He caressed your hand as he stooped to your level, singing to you before he started to back away to the rhythm, his eyes never leaving your figure, however. The look of insatiable hunger still stuck in his gaze and oozing from his body language.
“Don’t ya know?” You sung, following him as he backed away, giving the crowd quite the show.
“Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing, baby.” You both sung together. He nodded his head along with the chorus each time, as if he were agreeing, looking at you with a suggestive look.
The rest of the show continued with that same electricity and Jackie’s eyes continuously tracing your frame. He looked ready to pounce on you at any moment, like a panther stalking around for its next meal.
By the time the performance was over, the crowd had erupted with excitement.
You and Jackie shared a professional hug as he left you on stage to bow to your fans.
After the performance, you sat in your backstage room, beaming about the show you put on. You and your manager excitedly discussed the show as you did a once-over in the mirror. To be honest, you hadn’t even thought about Jackie. The idea that he wanted you hadn’t even crossed your mind, because you were used to the way show biz worked.
That was, until you heard a knock at the door. “Come in!” You said, as you checked out your look, feeling pleased that everything stayed perfect during the performance.
It was Jackie. You thought maybe he just wanted to congratulate and thank you or even discuss how great the show went.
“Mind if I chat with Y/n alone?” He stood in the middle of your dressing room, dripping with confidence.
“Uh no problem.” Your manager left. “You need something?” You turned to face him, wondering what he wanted to talk about that your manager couldn’t be present for.
“You. That’s what I need.” His eyes fell on you, and you could tell he was as serious as a heart attack. “Excuse me?”
“I thought I’d just be more upfront. I been flirting with you for the past week girl.” He shook his head.
“See I thought I was just…bein’ crazy. I just assumed that was how you were.”
He laughs a little. “That’s your problem right there. You don’t realize how fine you are. You’re so unaware, you convince yourself that everything is just business.” He brought you up to the mirror in the room, making you look at yourself.
“You’re a complete work of art and you don’t even know it.” He held your chin in one hand, as his other hand trailed your curves, bringing your attention to them.
“May I?” He grasped the straps of your dress, asking for permission to undress you. You nodded, your cheeks burning with timidity.
He unzipped the dress, rolling the straps off your shoulders, causing it to fall to your feet dramatically. Just as the dress pooled at your feet, your head dropped, feeling bashful as your naked reflection stood before you.
“Uh uh.” He lifted your chin back up. “This isn’t the type of figure you look away from. It’s one you obsess over, and marvel at in awe. It’s one you embrace with passion and insatiability.” You felt the warmth of his breath brushing your ear as his face hovered right next to yours.
“I want your eyes fixed here.” He tapped on the glass, pulling you out of the trance his voice and touch had you in.
Immediately, his lips latched to your neck, earning small mutterings of a moan from you that sounded like a mixture of shock and pleasure.
“I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you.” His lips and tongue began to explore your skin as he rubbed up the sides of your legs. Once his hands met your panties, he hooked his fingers into the sides of them, sliding them down in a teasing, slow motion.
You watched the reflection as Jackie’s lips traveled every point of your body, kissing you from almost head to toe.
Just as you were about to cover yourself, he moved your arms. “You’re so hard-headed.” The tone in his voice almost reading as disappointment at your nerve to shy away from such a beautiful body.
Once he undressed himself, he placed his hands at your forearms, pulling you close against his chest.
“Been suffering the whole performance.” He grazed your lips, sliding himself between your thighs so that you could feel his throbbing member. As it passed between your lips back and forth it began to glisten in the lubricant of your arousal.
“You ready doll?” He readied himself at your entrance. You bit your lip, nodding your head with consent. As your eyes met his, you caressed the side of his face. He looked at you, almost starstruck as he shook his head with a smirk before slowly entering you.
You let out a closed-mouth sound at the feeling of his length stretching you inch by inch. His hands were now gripping your waist with passion as his mouth fell open, getting lost in the image that was in front of him.
As he began to speed up, your hand got lost in his luscious afro, clutching every curl you could find. Just as you began to close your eyes and lean your head back in pure ecstasy, he tapped your hip—bringing your attention back to the work of art he demanded you to appreciate.
This time when he brought his hand to your chin, he kept it there, forcing you to keep watching the show. His hips drove into you with a specific rhythm, a specific groove, like it was a dance made just for your body.
Your eyebrows were furrowed together as you tried to focus on your reflection in the mirror, but you were beginning to see stars from the way his shaft meshed with your sweet spot. The reflection in front of you began to be just a blurry haze as you neared your climax.
His strokes became more vigorous as your walls clenched him, causing you to plant your hands on the mirror in search of something to brace yourself against.
As the sounds of your skin slapping together sent you into overdrive, you were no longer able to resist moaning out his name. “Jackie…” You moaned, watching the way his necklace bounced against his chest with each thrust into you. The hazy sight combined with the way he made love to your body caused your orgasm to rip through you in a way that left you in awe.
He twitched inside of you, at the way you sung his name and clenched him as you came. It felt like a familiar tune his body had been yearning for, needing. Soon he was joining you, moaning softly with you like the two of you were performing an after hours duet.
The combination of his sounds, and his strokes growing sloppier and needy for his climax excited you.
“Yes baby…” You moaned softly, your voice jumpy from each passionate rock of the hips as he stroked you.
Your name escaped his mouth in somewhat of a whisper as he thrusted deep into you one last time, his dick shifting slightly in you as he rode out his climax.
He brought your mouth back to his as he spilled into you. The both of you moaned into the kiss, your lips connecting in a sloppy passion.
Once he finally pulled out, the two of you were left glistening in sweat, your chests heaving from the passion you’d just experienced.
“Wish you said something sooner.” You laughed as you glanced at your handprints on the mirror.
I hope I'm not bothering you, but I'd like to make a request for Jackie Jackson. Maybe something along the lines of reader visiting Jackie and while she's there she seems him being a good big brother/dad to the younger boys and it turns her on. So maybe fluff mixed with some smut?
No bother at all, I really enjoyed writing this. Thank you for requesting :) I hope you like it ♡
Nurturer.
Jackie Jackson x black reader
Warnings: fluff, nsfw 18+, maybe somewhat of a size kink? Longer fic, not really proofread
Word Count: 2,438
The year was 1970, and you were gearing up for your first year at college.
You had been dating Jackie since he transferred to your school in California last August.
Two days before you were to leave for college, Jackie invited you over to their house. His father did not really allow lady company, he called it a distraction, but that never really stopped Jackie from sneaking you in. Especially when he knew you'd be away from each other.
These moments were often innocent, either spent listening to his favorite records, or lying on the floor staring at the ceiling as you vented about problems back and forth with each other.
Occasionally, Jackie would steal a long, passionate kiss on the lips, an intimate hug, or prolonged eye contact but you only had the space to really dig in with him a handful of times.
This time was different, however. Their father had headed out to do God knows what, so you were able to just waltz in.
"Joe's gone now all of a sudden she waltzin' in like she owns the place." Marlon joked.
Michael peaked his head around the corner cautiously. “Oh, it’s Y/n. The one you’re always sneaking upstairs with.”
“Hush children.” Jackie swatted them away.
“Is that all I’m known for around here?” You laughed a little, as Jackie showed you to his room with an apologetic look.
Michael followed nosily. “No, Jackie really likes you. That’s how I remember your name. He talks about you over and over.” He giggled as Jackie mushed his face playfully at the door, trying to silence him.
As you sat on his bed, you smiled at the thought that Jackie talked about you when you were gone.
“What do y’all do up here anyways?” Michael sat between you, leaning his head on Jackie’s shoulder.
Surprisingly, Jackie did not nudge him off.
“Oh, just talk. Hang out…listen to records. That type of thing.” He nodded reassuringly, which made you snicker under your breath. You and Jackie did do those things and much more whenever you had enough time, which hadn't been often as of late.
“And you don’t even invite me? I like records! Especially them Delfonics ones you got.”
“That’s because you have a bedtime. Me and y/n are usually up when it’s time for you to lay down.”
“Nawl that’s because y’all do adult stuff…”
“What do you know about adult stuff?” Jackie mocked him playfully as he stood up, giving him a little noogie before scooping him up with ease.
“Nothin’!” Michael giggled as Jackie tickled him mercilessly before finally putting him down at the doorway—a subtle way of telling Michael to get out.
Just as Jackie was about to shift his attention back to you, Michael continued in the doorway.
“Can I please hear those records though?” He held his hands together pleadingly.
He smacked his lips. “Fine. Come on. We’ll listen to one album. Then you have to go and give me and Y/n some alone time, as well as get ready for bed. Deal?” He held out his fist to him.
“Deal.” He smiled, fist bumping Jackie.
You never knew Jackie was so gentle with his little brothers. You were used to him shooing them away whenever you weren’t supposed to be there, but this time he really could let loose and act as he did with them when you were away.
Once he’d closed the door; he grabbed the records. “Alright, we got La-La Means I Love You and The Sound of Sexy Soul.” He dragged out the syllables of those last two words alluringly.
“Pick your poison.” He added, as he held both vinyls up.
“Hmmm…Y/n what do you think?” Michael turned to you.
“Definitely this one. I liked it better.” You tapped your finger on La La Means I Love You.
“Ahh see. A woman with taste.” Jackie said as he placed the vinyl and lifted the needle gently.
After about half an hour of singing and laughing together, the record was starting to reach the end.
You and Jackie were up slow dancing playfully to A Lover’s Concerto.
“Awww how cute. Now let me in!” Michael broke your hands apart causing you to laugh. Jackie grabbed both you and Michaels' hands, and you followed his lead, the three of you dancing in a tiny circle. Jackie's eyes were full of admiration for his little brother's spunky spirit.
“You are such a lively little guy.” You laughed as Michael started to lean back gripping both your hands tightly almost pulling you down, but Jackie held most of his weight to keep that from happening.
“Especially when it’s bout time for him to go to bed!” He lifted Michael up, then over his shoulder.
“No!” Michael pouted as Jackie took him out.
You peaked around the corner curiously, eavesdropping on them.
He sat Michael down on his bed. “Now, you promised you’d give us some alone time after we gave the album a listen. We bumped on it…so why aren’t you holding up your end of the bargain?” Jackie asked softly as he kneeled by Michael’s bed.
“I know…it’s just that…all of you just wanna leave me behind for some girls. Jermaine is stuck up Hazel’s butt, Tito up Deedee’s, Now y-“
“I get it.” Jackie laughed a little.
“I just wanna hang with y’all sometimes…” He admitted. “Like it used to be.”
“I know…” Jackie was trying to find the perfect words as he stared off.
“Listen…as much as Joseph tries to keep us from dating…it’s a natural thing. It’s a natural thing to love someone outside your family. Especially when you get older.”
You stood against the wall listening.
“One day when you get older you’ll understand, but right now it’s just important that you know this—you’re my little brother, and you’ll always be that. I mean…I’ve practically raised you. Hell, all of y’all!” Jackie laughed a little and so did Michael.
“Love is a thing that just comes. And sometimes it stays. But no matter what, it’ll never change me and you. We’re family...Plus you're my favorite.” He laughed a little, nudging him.
“You promise?”
“I promise.” He hugged him. “Now get some rest.” He patted his head before standing up to leave. He cut Michael’s overhead light off before giving him one last look.
Just as you tried to scurry back to Jackie’s room he saw you hurrying down the hallway.
“Oh wow! You’re nosier than I thought.” He laughed as you both went back into his room.
“So I’m your love that came…will I be staying?” You raised a brow smirking.
“Maybe.” He joked as his eyes rose up to meet yours.
You smiled softly, both of you sharing a brief gaze. “Well. It was sweet seeing you soothe your brother like that.”
“You’re sappier than I thought.” You nudged him playfully.
“Oh yea? Surprise, surprise I have feelings too.”
“No Jackie, it’s not that. I’ve seen you be all lovey dovey. With me at least. But I’m saying like…you’re kind of…nurturing.” You shrugged.
He cringed a little, laughing. “That’s new. I guess that’s what it’s like when you’re the oldest of so many siblings.” He leaned back with his hands behind him to prop himself up as you two sat on the side of his bed.
“Well. It’s nice to watch.” You rubbed your bare legs breaking eye contact with him for a little. You basked in the silence, contemplating if you wanted to let your thoughts escape your lips.
Tonight had peeled back layers of Jackie you had not fully discovered or understood. You always found him to be sweet and kind, but you associated that with his charming nature.
But you were finally seeing him all the way. It gave you these warm feelings inside, a mixture of love, appreciation, and…arousal. Appreciation for the much more vulnerable, nurturing side of him, and arousal at the thought that such a sweet guy was all yours.
“Ya know…I just love how kind-spirited you are. I guess that’s all I’m sayin’. Don’t ever change that okay?” You looked back up at him, planting a hand on his thigh.
He nodded, raising a brow at your hand. “Where’s this going?” He laughed a little.
“Where do you think it’s going?” You inched your hand up a little.
“Well it sounded like you were getting sappy on me…now I think you’re ready to jump my bones.” He had a silly look on his face. It was one of excitement and disbelief. It had been a while since you and Jackie were able to go all the way. The last couple of times were too brief and cut short.
On top of that, Jackie was typically the one to initiate, by pulling you into a long, hungry kiss.
But tonight you were being much more assertive, coming onto him. You wanted and needed him tonight. You refused to let anything get in your way, not even Joe.
“You’d be right.” You leaned over starting to kiss his neck, lightly sucking his most sensitive spot as your hand reached his crotch. You kissed teasingly, until you reached his mouth with a hungry passion. As you softly caressed him outside of his pants, you could feel his breath hitch within the kiss.
He licked his lips as your hand slid down his stomach, into his pants. You could feel the chills forming on his body as you toyed around inside his pants. He began to subtly grind his hips forward, desire coursing through his body for you.
“Tell me what you want.” You pulled away, whispering into his ear seductively. He felt shocked at you using his words on him, tempted to flip you over and remind you that he had the most prowess—that he taught you what you know.
“Y/n…” He said your name almost pleadingly.
“Uh uh. Tell me how you want it.” You licked the rim of his ear, making him shutter as his mind raced with ideas.
You could see him visibly swallowing his pride, surrendering to you as he opened his mouth. “I want you on top…facing me.” He said breathily as his hips jerked at the way you grazed his dick in every little sensitive spot.
You smirked a little before getting up. As you stood in front of Jackie, you pulled your pants off looking him right in the eye. He undressed himself too, his mouth open in intense lust. You then pushed him to lay back, climbing upon him.
You sat on him with your knees at his sides. With his hard length resting on his stomach, you began to slide your slickness up and down his shaft softly and teasingly. “Like this baby?”
“Mm-hmm.” He uttered with a clenched jaw. “I wanna feel you wrapped around me.” He rubbed your thighs, almost squeezing them in desperation.
You finally answered his pleas, feeling the pleasurable pain you yearned for, as his length stretched you. “Fuck Jackie…” You began to bounce only a little, attempting to adjust to what you had not felt in so long.
He had a smug look on his face as you struggled. “All that talk caught up to you huh?”
“Shut upp..” You whined a little, as you rocked your hips in a slow, staggered, motion.
“Let me open you up a little and show you how it’s done.” He sat up cupping your face in his hands, beginning to thrust his hips into you.
You rested your hands on both his knees for support.
The movement of his hips left you feeling stunned almost, as you were on top with nowhere to go, with his full length inside you, refusing to pull out any.
Your clit bumped up against him at each thrust of his hips, your bodies feeling like they were becoming one as he kissed you passionately.
You moaned into his mouth, gripping his knees for dear life as he made you take him all. His eyes were fiercely locked on yours as he held your face in his hands. He wanted to see every little expression on your face as he pushed you closer and closer to your peak.
Your lips were slightly parted, fighting the moans that welled up inside of you from each thrust. For every sound you suppressed, Jackie could hear a hitch in your breath following the rhythm of his love-making.
He wrapped an arm around your waist, both guiding your hips in a smoother rocking motion and getting a better view of your body as you threw your head back at the pleasure he was causing. He placed kisses all over the now exposed front of your neck, ending with a drag of the tongue from your chest up your neck, until he reached your ear.
“Now, you should be ready enough. I want you to show me why this dick belongs to you.” He said in your ear, before lying back on the stacked pillows with his hands lightly placed on your hips. He wanted to give you that control you were shooting for from the moment you initiated this.
You started to rock your hips with more grace and certainty, your eyes meeting his for approval of the way you rode him even though you knew almost anything was perfect. He loved seeing you pleasure yourself on top of him.
“Mmmhm.” He nodded in approval, which pumped you up as you sped up a little, ensuring that his member hit you in the perfect spot at each movement of your hips.
He felt your insides beginning to grip him tighter, which let him know you were close.
“There you go…come for me sweetheart.” He nodded encouragingly, as he rubbed up your spine tenderly.
You moaned his name in a whisper as you felt your orgasm pouring down on you, uttering all types of curses like you were some type of sensual spell caster.
Your hips began to stutter, threatening you to stop from the pleasure that overwhelmed your body but Jackie continuously guided your hips. “Mm-mm. Ride it all out baby.” He looked at your expression, twitching inside of you as he neared his own release. The image in front of rushing him to the finish line.
You felt your forehead grow moist as your eyebrows furrowed together and your eyes welled up with intensity.
Jackie kissed your tears before letting out a soft, intense moan as he spilled inside of you, meeting your weak, stuttering hips too.
All the two of you could do was stare at each other after such a release. You could tell there was a lot more pent up tension between you than you’d thought.
Suddenly Jackie broke the thick air with a joke. “I’ll be sure to tend to my brothers in front of you a lotttt more.” He said, before you both busted into laughter.
Synopsis: Reader reflects on the many good times since giving birth.
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 1677
(read part 1 here)
a/n: I'm sorry for how long this took, I just wasn't sure where to take this as a part two lol I hope y'all like it. I mayyy write one more part to this but that'll be it.
P.S. Didn’t give the baby a name bc it just felt weird lol
The day of the birth was a wild one. You were at the studio with Jackie, watching him and his brothers sing. So late in your pregnancy, Jackie didn’t let you go much of anywhere unless he was with you, and the studio happened to be one place you’d occasionally go with him.
Suddenly, you were in a wet spot, and you knew your water had broken. Jackie saw a concerned look on your face. He held a thumbs up, but more as a question, mouthing “You good?”
You shook your head no. Your ears were ringing from the level of shock you were experiencing as you tried to push yourself out of your seat.
Jackie rushed over to you.
“The baby’s coming.” You said declaratively before he helped you up, yelling to his brothers.
Once you made it to the hospital, Jackie spent most of the labor trying to distract you from the pain by dancing and playing around, which seemed to make the pain worse from your laughter.
He was being a complete jester, that was, until the baby was finally here. The minute he laid eyes on your baby boy; tears streamed down his face.
You’d only seen him cry a couple times, and usually he quickly wiped them away before they could emerge from his eyes, dropped his head, or lifted it to fight gravity.
This time was different, he just couldn’t fight the emotions he was experiencing.
When his brothers finally made it in, it was hilarious how he tried to hide that he’d been crying.
“Damn Jackie. You in here snotty-nosed?” Marlon came in with a smile from ear to ear.
“Shut up. My eyes were just…burning.” He turned his back playfully as you all laughed.
And from then, almost every day was filled with laughter, joy, and little sentimental moments.
Like when Jackie was holding the baby above his head making airplane noises up until the child rained spit-up all over him.
“Wow…haven’t had that happen since Janet…” He shook his head.
Or the time when Jackie and Tito put on a whole puppet show for both of your sons. His mother had sewn together some puppets for them, while you and Jackie made the theater together.
They decided to do their own rendition of the Gingerbread Man story, which as you can guess, turned out totally wild and goofy.
“Run, run, as fast as ya can…You can’t catch me.” Jackie said in a high-pitched soft voice before he and Tito clapped twice on an imaginary beat.
“I’m the gingerbread man!” Both of them exclaimed, probably laughing harder than the kids were.
“Y’all are so silly.” You shook your head laughing.
Sometimes Jackie would try to introduce the baby to his loves, even though he was too young to understand. As soon as he was old enough to support his own neck and sit up, he’d take him outside and put his basketball in his hands.
Unsurprisingly, your baby would always either hold the ball then stare and babble in curiosity or drop it onto the ground.
“Guess he doesn’t like basketball. I’ll try with my baseball.” He’d say jokingly.
“It’s almost like you placed a heavy ass ball…bigger than his head…in his tiny little hands.” You tapped your chin sarcastically.
“Hush!”
The months since your birth flew by so fast, it felt like the calendar was losing days. Before you knew it, you were a month away from your son’s first birthday. Your son was starting to look so much like Jackie it was uncanny almost.
“Look like I ain’t have nothin’ to do with him. Like I wasn’t even in the room!” You laughed watching them.
“That’s too bad. My spitting image.” Jackie laughed a little with his mouth closed. His attention was currently drawn to the baby. He was babbling at the window as the rain poured relentlessly. This was the first time he truly saw such a heavy rain.
It was like the two of them had their own telepathic communication. Jackie could tell he just wanted to shout out “Rain!” But he didn’t have the words for it.
“You see the water?” He said softly, placing his little hand on the window pane as the raindrops rolled down the glass. “It’s rain. It’s really comin’ down isn’t it?”
Your baby cooed back to his father. Jackie nodded playfully, lifting him up so that he could see better.
“Most people hate the rain, especially when it’s heavy like this.” He continued talking to him.
“But I don’t. Imma tell you a story bout why your daddy loves the rain.” He sat back down with him on his lap. He glanced back at you to ensure you were listening, which let you know he was indirectly talking to you too.
You could never grow tired of Jackie’s storytelling. You loved the way he consistently reinforced the importance of sentiment and holding all the little things dear to your heart.
The baby could not even speak, but Jackie was always telling him stories, like the one he’s about to tell now.
“And maybe someday when I’ve told you this story a million times and it’s justttt starting to get old…you’ll begin to share that sentiment with me.” Jackie kissed the baby’s head, both of their eyes on the massive downpour outside.
“It was a real, real rainy day.” Jackie began to rock him, his storytelling tone taking you back to a sweet time, stirring up feelings of nostalgia in the both of you.
You began to smirk to yourself, realizing the story he was about to tell—the one about when he first told you he loved you. You sat next to them, getting ready to reminisce.
“Damnit! I left my umbrella at the house. My hair….” You shrieked and whined as Jackie tried to shelter you the best he could with his jacket.
“I know baby. We’re almost to the house.” He said in an apologetic tone. You had went walking with him at a nearby park, it was his idea of a relaxing date to connect after a long trip and soak up the nice weather.
For the most part it was a pretty nice date, that was, until nature decided it was time to give you a shower.
You continued to curse the rain and eventually the date idea too. “I knew we should have just stayed in.” You shook your head, removing Jackie’s jacket from above your head.
“My hair's already ruined and the jacket’s not helping. If anything it’s just casting a dark cloud over me. Literally and figuratively.” You remarked.
He lowered the jacket and his head too, feeling defeated. You could tell you’d hurt Jackie’s feelings a little by the look on his face. As you approached the porch, you stopped him at the door, underneath shelter, feeling a little guilty.
“I’m sorry Jackie…I’m being mean. And it’s not even your fault.” You rubbed both of his arms, feeling the fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin.
He looked up at you. “It’s alright…”
“No, it’s not. You just try to find ways to spend quality time with me and that’s nothing to punish you for. I appreciate your efforts. Nature’s got her own way. I think she sayin’…live a little.” You said as you pulled Jackie back out into the rain, causing him to laugh in shock.
You were soaked, your hair that was once in a bouncy, smooth silk press, now curly and thick, sticking to you.
“My hair’s already a mess.” You shrugged, hooking your arms around his neck in a carefree spirit.
“Well, what a beautiful mess.” He squeezed you back, before lifting you off your feet a little and spinning around as you giggled.
When he sat you down, his eyes were latched to yours like he had something to say. Right then, he grabbed your hands. He was suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of appreciation for every single moment spent with you, and especially this one. He searched for the best words to express it to you.
The rain came to a halt, leaving you both standing there wet and ready to dry off.
He knew after you two got cleaned up, you’d probably head home, but he was tired of parting ways with you. He recognized the way your presence, touch, the way you looked at him, and even the sound of your voice brought him peace that he could no longer afford to lose.
“Y/n I love you…more than words could describe.” He suddenly said, which surprised you and left you speechless for a moment.
Just as you were about to fix your mouth to respond, he continued.
“I’ve got more. You mind if I say something crazy?”
“I guess…” You said anxiously.
“I love you AND…I don’t ever wanna say goodbye again…just see you later. I want this for a lifetime. I’m tired of just courting…I want you truly in my life…what do you think about coming to Hayvenhurst?”
“And we…find ourselves a place of our own in the meantime. I know we’re young…but I know what I want…I wanna wake up to you every day. And when the time’s right, I wanna make you an honest woman.”
“Come live with me.” He said longingly, as he pulled you closer.
You thought long. You knew you loved him too. A moving change felt abrupt, but you hated parting ways too.
“I love you too Jackie.” You said, as you rubbed his chest through his wet shirt. He was clinging onto your every word, waiting on your response to his “something crazy”.
“Let’s make this our last time parting.” You added. Jackie was beaming as he took you inside.
“You know parents always say ‘you hadn’t even been thought of’ when they’re talking about the years before you were born.” He shook his head.
“But I thought of you for the first time that day. Me and mommy sat at the window just like we are now. Drinking hot tea…and all I could imagine was you. Us three. Livin’ life.”
“Guess I’m some sort of psychic.” He said, raising a brow goofily. You chuckled, causing your child to laugh too even though he had no real idea of the joke.
“You’re laughing now son, but one day you’ll really understand.” He laughed as you both showered his little cheeks in kisses.
Synopsis: Reader is upset about recent magazine article, Jackie reassures her with his mouth—both literally and figuratively ;)
Warnings: nsfw 18+, jealousy, insecurity, reader hits jackie slightly and ridicules him (no abusive intent there), oral sex (female receiving)
Word Count: 1611
a/n: this is inspired by a brief interview Jackie had in Right on! (1973). Thought this would make for a good ol' angsty smut lol, no hate to Olympia she’s so beautiful i love her downnnn
You flipped through the Right on! Magazine issue for what was probably your third time today.
Jackie and his brothers were constantly featured in it, and usually you really enjoyed reading into their silly antics. But this issue felt different. What you read stung and stuck with you all day.
“Olympia is a very attractive young lady.” You mocked Jackie’s soft voice before shoving the magazine in his face playfully. But the both of you knew you weren’t really playing.
The magazine story truly annoyed you, it made you feel slightly insecure and extremely jealous. Don’t get it wrong, you knew you were very attractive too, but you weren’t Olympia Sylvers. Meaning, you didn’t have the fame she had—you were just a normal girl.
You were a college girl, still working towards what you wanted in life and only twenty years old. Jackie was 22, and beginning to be even more in the world than he was when he met you, which worried you. You worried you might become too normal for him as he steadily climbed the ladder.
“Y/n please! I don’t even know the girl.” He said softly, but clearly annoyed by your persistent assertions. You’d been making slick comments all day since you read the issue.
“But clearly you’d like to know her.”
“What?” Jackie squinted, watching you pace his room as he sat on the bed.
“They asked me about her and I wanted to be kind. What, did you want me to say I hate the girl and mention you instead?” He added.
“Is attractive really the word you had to use? Sometimes you can be such a dingbat!” You hit him upside the head with the magazine, causing him to snatch it from you.
“Y/n.” He said your name again, but sternly. “I’m in a relationship with you. I’m in love with you. You’re the girl of my dreams.“
You turned, giving him a mean side eye, which he shot right back at you.
“I mean, gosh, are we really doing this over Olympia fucking Sylvers?” His face was all twisted in annoyance.
“I know you’re not talking to me like that.” You placed your hand on your hip, a little shocked at his profane language.
“I’m just sayin’ I haven’t even met the girl. And clearly the interviewer was tryin’ to stir the pot a little.” He continued.
“And you let them.” You said harshly.
“Okay, next time I’ll just tell them all about you. Put your picture right on the front page. She’s the prettiest little thing I ever saw. And she’s the sweetest too. She goes to school right in this state if you ever wanna find her! Then the fans will be at your door.” He read his imaginary headline as he held the magazine open in front of him sarcastically.
You were silent.
“I try to protect you, but if you care more about appearances then I’ll just do what it takes to make you happy.” He continued.
You crossed your arms hearing the silliness of it. “But Jackie…” You pouted.
“But Jackie nothing. You really don’t understand how much I love you do you?” He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you until you were standing between his legs.
“I don’t know the girl, I don’t want to know her. I don’t care about knowing any other girl in this world.” He said declaratively.
“You’re the only girl for me. Olympia can’t hold a candle to you…or any of them damn Sylvers for all I care.” He laughed a little.
“It’s just me and you baby.” He said sweetly as he puckered his lips for a kiss.
You rubbed his arms instead, feeling flattered, but you still couldn’t shake that pinch of jealousy. You were possessive about your man, you couldn’t help yourself.
“Can you at least say you’re spoken for?” You rubbed his head as he looked up at you.
“Yes baby.” He said, still looking up at you with those expressive, wanting eyes.
“You promise?” You rubbed the side of his face, holding his gaze.
“I promise. I just want you to know I was only trying to protect you. I never intended to hurt you with it. I love you baby.” His face seemed to form into a melancholic expression. He was fierce about keeping you safe and protecting your privacy, but he hated the possibility that he’d hurt you and broke your trust in the process.
“I know. I love you too.” You continuously grazed his face but instead of holding his gaze, you were now looking out of the window pensively. You felt guilty for making him feel bad but you wanted to feel better about things too…
“I don’t think you know. ‘Cause if you did, you’d never worry about any woman.” He reached up bringing your gaze back to him.
“But since you are, that means I haven’t been clear. Love can be a difficult thing to fully understand…So I’m gonna explicitly show you today.” He kissed you just below your chest as he moved his hands down to the back of your thighs, bringing you even closer. The way he caressed them made you tremble as your legs were exposed to his bare touch.
“Let’s get this out of the way.” He said as he unbuttoned your skirt, pulling it off.
His kisses trailed down to your navel. “I love every single part of you.” He made sure to look you in your eyes as he said this, before refocusing on your body.
His kisses then trailed down to the hem of your panties before he planted the final kiss. Much warmer and longer than the rest, right at your center.
“Every word I say to you, I mean it.” He held eye contact with you as he lowered your panties down your legs slowly. You felt your heartbeat quicken as the cotton of your panties grazed your skin. You nodded timidly, starting to feel shy under his dark stare as he undressed you.
He paused, taking in what was in front of him. Jackie then spread your lips with his fingers, planting a kiss right on your bud before latching his mouth around it. His mouth made a wet, hungry-sounding noise as his lips pulled away.
Now his tongue was flat against your entrance, running it back and forth, his eyes watching your every expression. As your pussy grew slicker, he gripped your thighs tighter, making you move back and forth on his tongue.
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you began to grip his hair. Along with the motions of his tongue, he began to use the rest of his mouth for suction.
You placed your hands on his shoulders, fighting the sounds that so badly wanted to escape you. As your gaze fell back upon him, his eyes met yours in a blissful daze as a combination of your juices and his spit became pooled between your folds and his mouth.
The wet sputtering and suctioning noises drove you crazy, pushing you to your peak faster and faster, as if the work he was doing with his tongue and mouth weren’t enough already.
Your legs began to feel weak as he devoured you, leaving no crevice unturned. “Jackie…” You moaned, placing a trembling hand on the back of his neck.
Just as your thighs began to grow closer, Jackie nudged them back apart, “Don’t run from my love baby.” He said, before sliding his hand up to stimulate your pussy from the back.
You gasped as he circled around your entrance and began to suck your bud fiercely and hungrily. A long, sensual moan escaped you as his middle finger slipped inside you.
You felt the pressure building up inside your stomach, your walls fluttering around his finger.
He supported your shaky legs as he inserted his ring finger in, now pumping you with both fingers as he continued to envelop your clit.
Your orgasm fell over your body like a cloud on an overcast day. You felt yourself melting into his arms almost as he relentlessly pleasured you.
You cried out as your juices covered his fingers.
He saw the way your eyes welled up, and his fingers began to slow down, generating a slow, wet, squelching noise as he planted kisses all around your lips.
You moaned as you watched him, convulsing at every pump and seizing ever so slightly at each kiss.
Finally, he lied you down mercifully, but not without sucking and licking you clean.
“Baby I understand…” You gripped the sheets on the verge of tears, feeling that you couldn’t take anymore.
“You sure?” He looked up at you as he lapped up your juices.
“Mmmhmm…” You moaned feverishly. He licked the glistening layer of moisture from your thighs and lips, coming up from between your legs at last.
You finally granted him the kiss you denied him earlier as he passionately locked lips with you.
“It’s just me and you baby.” You said amidst the kiss, feeling his mouth form a smile.
“Right on.” He agreed, beginning to plant kisses all over you again. To your surprise, he started to sink back between your legs.
“Jackie it’s getting late…” You whined in weak protest, rubbing his face. As much as you wanted to fight it, you really enjoyed the way his mouth consumed you.
“I know, but…when I really love a person…I don’t ever wanna stop loving them.” He pressed his lips against your folds, kissing you softly before encasing you between his lips once again.
You nodded with a deep breath, allowing him to devour you once more.
Part 2 is coming soon, I'm currently brainstorming...but I’ve got one more 18+ draft I'm getting ready to post. I just had to have a freaky gyal intermission first 🫦
Synopsis: Reader and Jackie are up to no good, outside by his sports car.
Warnings: nsfw 18+, oral sex (male receiving), mention of spit, shorter fic, not proofread lolz I had to get this off my chest, but I’ll probably edit later.
Word Count: 710
Jackie was posted under the hood of his 1970 De Tomaso Pantera. He had a love for sports cars, always working on them and driving them since the moment he learned to drive.
You were relaxing in your lawn chair, shades on, basking in the sun, reading one of your magazines, and occasionally glancing at him.
Something about him working on his cars always fueled great lust inside of you. “What a man.” You thought.
You wanted his attention. You were aching to your core, fantasizing about him fucking you right in your chair or even better, bending you over his car. As you daydreamed, the words of the magazine began to meld into a repetitious line of Jackie and all sorts of innuendos as you crossed your legs tightly.
You couldn’t help but notice the look that was fixed on his face. His countenance was disgruntled and full of frustration, which gave you a naughty idea.
I know how to ease his mind. You thought, as you sat up in your chair pulling your shades off.
You stood up and tossed your magazine back on the chair before walking over to him in a sultry sway. As you approached him, his focus shifted from the car to you. “Not right now baby.” He said softly, thinking you were about to question when he’d be ready to go inside.
“You sure?” You smirked, placing a hand on his chest. “I’m seeing how frustrated you look working...Let me ease some of that.” You urged him against the white picket fence. He did not protest one bit, he honestly needed a break and this was a break he definitely wouldn’t refuse.
You lowered your body to your knees watching the shocked expression on his face. Your hand then trailed over the crotch of his pants, causing him to let out a deep breath through his nose as he clenched his jaw.
As you undid his belt and unzipped his pants, you felt the cushy green grass enveloping your knees, and the summer sun beaming on this unusual domestic scene.
Hungrily, you surrounded the head of his dick in the warmth of your mouth, tasting the warm, slight saltiness of the precum that had just began to emerge at the tip.
Your tongue caressed the slit of the head, earning hitched breaths from him. You licked the veins that began to show as he hardened in anticipation of feeling your whole mouth and throat. The sensual licking turned into wet, concentrated sucking as your lips wrapped around him.
As your hands wrapped around the base, your mouth grew more lubricated from the suction and slight gagging you began to do as his member reached the back of your throat. He placed his hand on the side of your face as he watched you work your way down and all the way back to the tip repeatedly.
Jackie’s mouth was agape in intense pleasure as he listened to the sounds of sweet suction and the subtle pops anytime your mouth released his stiff length.
“There you go baby. You’re about to make me come already…” He moaned, his eyebrows furrowed together as he watched you.
You continued to hold eye contact, which was always a weakness for him. It always brought him to his peak quicker than he wanted when it came to you. “God…that pretty face and those eyes…You know what you’re doing to me don’t you?” He groaned, placing his hand on the back of your neck, his thumb grazing every sensitive spot, which gave you chills.
Jackie’s bare nails scratched at the white fence, looking to brace himself as he felt he was about to erupt. Sensing that he was close, you took in as much of him in your mouth as possible.
He cried out your name underneath his breath as his warm seed filled your mouth. You swallowed, pulling your mouth away with a hungry spit string between your bottom lip and his still hardened dick.
He helped you up, immediately bending you over the Pantera. You rested your palms on the car as he reached around your waist, unbuttoning your denim shorts with haste. “What a man.” You thought again, as you bit your lip in anticipation.
