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22. michael + janet jackson enthusiast.

[michaelcurls]

𝒻ormely known as ‘offthenature’

𝓇eign. twenty-two. soulaan. virgo. queer. future psychiatrist. michael + janet jackson enthusiast.

𝓃o minors, ageless accounts or spam, i will block.

𝓌elcome to my princess blog with a dash of naughty content!

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[michaelcurls]

got a janet fic idea while doing laundry… janet spots reader at her ‘all for you’ tour. but picture this, janet gets someone from her staff to talk to the reader about going back to her hotel. reader signs an nda, goes on to tell janet that she’s dominant (jan is also dominant) then they sorta get into it. are y’all getting with what i’m puttin’ down?

[visualsbyaina]

MICHAEL JACKSON at UNCF (1988)

[pyraomen]

⟡ ݁₊ . in which, you call bad!era michael out of his name ,, ⸻ 🔞 sexual themes. use of belt. wife!reader. mean!michael. daddy kink. pet names. throat fucking. pure smut, barely plot.

michael knew his wife had a slick mouth, vulgar even if he wanted to be technical. it’s been like that since before they got married.

she leaned back against the kitchen counter, one hip poked out and showing under her silk night gown. “please michael. you’ve been acting like a bitch since you’ve came back home”, she scoffed. michael blinked and tiled his head, trying to process what his wife just called him.

he stalked towards, his larger figure appeared before her quickly, towering. “get on your knees”, he mumbled, leaving no room up for debate as he unfastened his belt. the same belt that was hanging off of him while performing. she went willingly, plump lips parted, head tilted up with mock-innocence. she was always like this, he thought — ran her mouth one minute, then switched to listen to him like an obedient wife the next.

her eyes fluttered shut as he shoved his belt behind her neck like a reign, folding the ends into his fists, not too tight, but firm enough to keep her in place and to leave a nice little bruise. “you run your mouth so good, sweetheart. let’s see if you can put it to better use, yeah?” she looked up through her lashes, lips already parting, pupils blown wide. he jolted the belt a bit to get her attention, “words, sweetheart. don’t go dumb on me yet.”

she nodded her head to the best of her ability and gave him a verbal answer. “yes daddy”. those two words had michael letting out an audible low groan. he was familiar with her saying that, but it felt like the first time before always. he gave her the green light to take off his pants. his cock bobbing out of his boxers, standing at attention directly in her face with globs of precum leaking out his slit.

“open.” she obeyed. and he groaned low in approval, the sound alone made her thighs squeeze together. he thrusted hard into her mouth. deep. mean. putting his frustration from the words she said in his strokes. she choked, hands scrambling to grip his thighs, but the belt held her where he wanted her — face tilted up and mouth wide open.

he rocked his hips slow and deep in a rhythm, letting her feel every inch drag over her tongue, pulling out just enough for her to gasp before pushing his cock back in and holding her there. her eyes rolled and thighs pressed tight together while arousal dripped onto the floor. michael’s grip only got tighter. “such a dirty mouth”, he snarled, voice ragged. “you say dumb stuff just to get me this upset. don’t you?”

she let out a whimper, eyes glossy, tears pricking at the corners, with a mouth full of his cock. she nodded in a desperate attempt to answer his question, knowing michael didn’t like to be left unanswered. he held her jaw in his massive hand, belt in the other—tilting her face so he could watch the saliva get all over her lips and face.

he let out a mean laugh, “i know sweetheart. just take it, since you always have so much to say.” he thrust again, ragged this time, holding the belt in place as she deep throated his whole cock. he let out a breathy moan as she gagged just the way he liked. her long nails curled into the leather at his knees, thighs squirming, desperate and wet. but she didn’t pull away, she never did. even as her eyes watered while spit and precum leaked at the sides of her mouth, and her jaw began to hurt.

and when he finally let her breathe — pulling out with a slick pop, her spit dripping down her chin, she looked ruined. “are you sorry?” she huffed and puffed trying to catch her breath. “yes”, voice sounding meek and scratchy.

“thought so”, he threw the belt to the side and grabbed a handful of her hair. “‘m not done yet baby”. he gripped the base of his cock and slapped it on her spit covered lips. “open up”, he began to slowly feed her his cock, inch by inch. groaning loudly as the grip he had on her hair tightened, “never can get enough of this mouth.”

he stared down at her, she looked so beautiful in his eyes — lashes droopy, spit slick on her chin, and lips swollen from how well she’d taken him. “you always talk back,” he murmured, watching the way her eyes fluttered. rocking his hips slowly into her mouth, “but no one would ever believe how sweet you are when your mouth’s full.”

she whined softly around him, jaw beginning to ache, her throat fluttering with effort. michael didn’t rush — he wanted her to feel all of it, all of him. “just like that, sweetheart,” he rasped. “almost there. i promise.” her nails dug into his thighs, and he tightened his hold in her hair as he reached his peak — spilling his seed into her mouth with a sharp moan that bordered on a growl.

“swallow it,” he ordered, breathless, watching her with a small grin. “all of it baby.” and she did, cheeks hollowing, throat working — until she looked up again with that same mock-innocent glint in her eye, even as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. he leaned down, cupping her jaw and brushing his thumb across her wet swollen lower lip.

“you run your mouth like that again,” he warned, “and next time, i’ll plug your nose.”

a/n: gulp! i love his belts soooo much. this was hard to write tho, i have noooo clue how to write smut for mikey. so i hope yall liked. lowkey not proofread either so ignore mistakes please!

[michaelcurls]

the ending…

i need that cookie so effin bad

[pyraomen]

⟡ ݁₊ . in which, you call bad!era michael out of his name ,, ⸻ 🔞 sexual themes. use of belt. wife!reader. mean!michael. daddy kink. pet names. throat fucking. pure smut, barely plot.

michael knew his wife had a slick mouth, vulgar even if he wanted to be technical. it’s been like that since before they got married.

she leaned back against the kitchen counter, one hip poked out and showing under her silk night gown. “please michael. you’ve been acting like a bitch since you’ve came back home”, she scoffed. michael blinked and tiled his head, trying to process what his wife just called him.

he stalked towards, his larger figure appeared before her quickly, towering. “get on your knees”, he mumbled, leaving no room up for debate as he unfastened his belt. the same belt that was hanging off of him while performing. she went willingly, plump lips parted, head tilted up with mock-innocence. she was always like this, he thought — ran her mouth one minute, then switched to listen to him like an obedient wife the next.

her eyes fluttered shut as he shoved his belt behind her neck like a reign, folding the ends into his fists, not too tight, but firm enough to keep her in place and to leave a nice little bruise. “you run your mouth so good, sweetheart. let’s see if you can put it to better use, yeah?” she looked up through her lashes, lips already parting, pupils blown wide. he jolted the belt a bit to get her attention, “words, sweetheart. don’t go dumb on me yet.”

she nodded her head to the best of her ability and gave him a verbal answer. “yes daddy”. those two words had michael letting out an audible low groan. he was familiar with her saying that, but it felt like the first time before always. he gave her the green light to take off his pants. his cock bobbing out of his boxers, standing at attention directly in her face with globs of precum leaking out his slit.

“open.” she obeyed. and he groaned low in approval, the sound alone made her thighs squeeze together. he thrusted hard into her mouth. deep. mean. putting his frustration from the words she said in his strokes. she choked, hands scrambling to grip his thighs, but the belt held her where he wanted her — face tilted up and mouth wide open.

he rocked his hips slow and deep in a rhythm, letting her feel every inch drag over her tongue, pulling out just enough for her to gasp before pushing his cock back in and holding her there. her eyes rolled and thighs pressed tight together while arousal dripped onto the floor. michael’s grip only got tighter. “such a dirty mouth”, he snarled, voice ragged. “you say dumb stuff just to get me this upset. don’t you?”

she let out a whimper, eyes glossy, tears pricking at the corners, with a mouth full of his cock. she nodded in a desperate attempt to answer his question, knowing michael didn’t like to be left unanswered. he held her jaw in his massive hand, belt in the other—tilting her face so he could watch the saliva get all over her lips and face.

he let out a mean laugh, “i know sweetheart. just take it, since you always have so much to say.” he thrust again, ragged this time, holding the belt in place as she deep throated his whole cock. he let out a breathy moan as she gagged just the way he liked. her long nails curled into the leather at his knees, thighs squirming, desperate and wet. but she didn’t pull away, she never did. even as her eyes watered while spit and precum leaked at the sides of her mouth, and her jaw began to hurt.

and when he finally let her breathe — pulling out with a slick pop, her spit dripping down her chin, she looked ruined. “are you sorry?” she huffed and puffed trying to catch her breath. “yes”, voice sounding meek and scratchy.

“thought so”, he threw the belt to the side and grabbed a handful of her hair. “‘m not done yet baby”. he gripped the base of his cock and slapped it on her spit covered lips. “open up”, he began to slowly feed her his cock, inch by inch. groaning loudly as the grip he had on her hair tightened, “never can get enough of this mouth.”

he stared down at her, she looked so beautiful in his eyes — lashes droopy, spit slick on her chin, and lips swollen from how well she’d taken him. “you always talk back,” he murmured, watching the way her eyes fluttered. rocking his hips slowly into her mouth, “but no one would ever believe how sweet you are when your mouth’s full.”

she whined softly around him, jaw beginning to ache, her throat fluttering with effort. michael didn’t rush — he wanted her to feel all of it, all of him. “just like that, sweetheart,” he rasped. “almost there. i promise.” her nails dug into his thighs, and he tightened his hold in her hair as he reached his peak — spilling his seed into her mouth with a sharp moan that bordered on a growl.

“swallow it,” he ordered, breathless, watching her with a small grin. “all of it baby.” and she did, cheeks hollowing, throat working — until she looked up again with that same mock-innocent glint in her eye, even as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. he leaned down, cupping her jaw and brushing his thumb across her wet swollen lower lip.

“you run your mouth like that again,” he warned, “and next time, i’ll plug your nose.”

a/n: gulp! i love his belts soooo much. this was hard to write tho, i have noooo clue how to write smut for mikey. so i hope yall liked. lowkey not proofread either so ignore mistakes please!

[pyraomen]

⟡ ݁₊ . in which, you call bad!era michael out of his name ,, ⸻ 🔞 sexual themes. use of belt. wife!reader. mean!michael. daddy kink. pet names. throat fucking. pure smut, barely plot.

michael knew his wife had a slick mouth, vulgar even if he wanted to be technical. it’s been like that since before they got married.

she leaned back against the kitchen counter, one hip poked out and showing under her silk night gown. “please michael. you’ve been acting like a bitch since you’ve came back home”, she scoffed. michael blinked and tiled his head, trying to process what his wife just called him.

he stalked towards, his larger figure appeared before her quickly, towering. “get on your knees”, he mumbled, leaving no room up for debate as he unfastened his belt. the same belt that was hanging off of him while performing. she went willingly, plump lips parted, head tilted up with mock-innocence. she was always like this, he thought — ran her mouth one minute, then switched to listen to him like an obedient wife the next.

her eyes fluttered shut as he shoved his belt behind her neck like a reign, folding the ends into his fists, not too tight, but firm enough to keep her in place and to leave a nice little bruise. “you run your mouth so good, sweetheart. let’s see if you can put it to better use, yeah?” she looked up through her lashes, lips already parting, pupils blown wide. he jolted the belt a bit to get her attention, “words, sweetheart. don’t go dumb on me yet.”

she nodded her head to the best of her ability and gave him a verbal answer. “yes daddy”. those two words had michael letting out an audible low groan. he was familiar with her saying that, but it felt like the first time before always. he gave her the green light to take off his pants. his cock bobbing out of his boxers, standing at attention directly in her face with globs of precum leaking out his slit.

“open.” she obeyed. and he groaned low in approval, the sound alone made her thighs squeeze together. he thrusted hard into her mouth. deep. mean. putting his frustration from the words she said in his strokes. she choked, hands scrambling to grip his thighs, but the belt held her where he wanted her — face tilted up and mouth wide open.

he rocked his hips slow and deep in a rhythm, letting her feel every inch drag over her tongue, pulling out just enough for her to gasp before pushing his cock back in and holding her there. her eyes rolled and thighs pressed tight together while arousal dripped onto the floor. michael’s grip only got tighter. “such a dirty mouth”, he snarled, voice ragged. “you say dumb stuff just to get me this upset. don’t you?”

she let out a whimper, eyes glossy, tears pricking at the corners, with a mouth full of his cock. she nodded in a desperate attempt to answer his question, knowing michael didn’t like to be left unanswered. he held her jaw in his massive hand, belt in the other—tilting her face so he could watch the saliva get all over her lips and face.

he let out a mean laugh, “i know sweetheart. just take it, since you always have so much to say.” he thrust again, ragged this time, holding the belt in place as she deep throated his whole cock. he let out a breathy moan as she gagged just the way he liked. her long nails curled into the leather at his knees, thighs squirming, desperate and wet. but she didn’t pull away, she never did. even as her eyes watered while spit and precum leaked at the sides of her mouth, and her jaw began to hurt.

and when he finally let her breathe — pulling out with a slick pop, her spit dripping down her chin, she looked ruined. “are you sorry?” she huffed and puffed trying to catch her breath. “yes”, voice sounding meek and scratchy.

“thought so”, he threw the belt to the side and grabbed a handful of her hair. “‘m not done yet baby”. he gripped the base of his cock and slapped it on her spit covered lips. “open up”, he began to slowly feed her his cock, inch by inch. groaning loudly as the grip he had on her hair tightened, “never can get enough of this mouth.”

he stared down at her, she looked so beautiful in his eyes — lashes droopy, spit slick on her chin, and lips swollen from how well she’d taken him. “you always talk back,” he murmured, watching the way her eyes fluttered. rocking his hips slowly into her mouth, “but no one would ever believe how sweet you are when your mouth’s full.”

she whined softly around him, jaw beginning to ache, her throat fluttering with effort. michael didn’t rush — he wanted her to feel all of it, all of him. “just like that, sweetheart,” he rasped. “almost there. i promise.” her nails dug into his thighs, and he tightened his hold in her hair as he reached his peak — spilling his seed into her mouth with a sharp moan that bordered on a growl.

“swallow it,” he ordered, breathless, watching her with a small grin. “all of it baby.” and she did, cheeks hollowing, throat working — until she looked up again with that same mock-innocent glint in her eye, even as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. he leaned down, cupping her jaw and brushing his thumb across her wet swollen lower lip.

“you run your mouth like that again,” he warned, “and next time, i’ll plug your nose.”

a/n: gulp! i love his belts soooo much. this was hard to write tho, i have noooo clue how to write smut for mikey. so i hope yall liked. lowkey not proofread either so ignore mistakes please!

[dear-mono]

i’d run my mouth too if he looks that good

[belhead]

this gif makes me so

he’s the cutiest patootiest guy ever

[belhead]

his little “oh yeah☝️😄”

oh my shaylaaa

[mooncriminal]

⤷ ゛ his smileeee!! <3 ˎˊ˗

[sweeterners]

genuinely the downfall of mjblr is that everyone has a think piece now. use your freedom of speech, but you can't complain about stuff while simultaneously saying you/others should focus on writing fics . . . well no ! because you're adding fuel to the fire by posting your nothing burger take, and that is only discouraging writers more because then there comes drama.

fanfiction has one of the most clearest non spoken rules : don't like it ? don't interact with it & don't go around bashing. because by you posting your opinion on stuff only gets in writers heads, and i'm saying this as a writer who already overthinks everything, but that shit doesn't make it any easier. and even if you're not trying to do that, you kind of are, there's peace in simply keeping your opinions to yourself ( redundant a little but i barely post shit like this - or even wording some people don't word what they're trying to come across right ).

like god forbid we are on tumblr.com, can't go around bashing the freaks and tropes that have ran this writing community ( in general ) for years.

[justappletart]

[sspeeddemonn]

Billie Jean live at Yokohama, 1987.

[miseducationofmicheal]

Michael Jackson Filming "Childhood" In, 1995

[asphrotic]

hearing michael refer to a woman as “mama” always does something to me.

it’s bad enough that i already love being called that, as well as “babygirl.”

[gravenoirr]

here's your daily reminder that tommy mottola is a devil.

[janetsmami]

PRIVATE NOTES janet jackson x fem!reader

synopsis: you’ve been flunking your course lately, who better to help you more than the smartest girl in class? but she has her own secrets that you so “happen” to stumble across.

type: one shot

word count: 2.5k

contents: 18+ MDNI, college au, sub!janet x softdom!reader, nerd!janet, major invasion of privacy (both), reader is a sorority girl; one of the most popular girls on campus, inexperienced!janet, fingering, making out, almost getting caught, orgasm denial (not on purpose), lightly proofread, and ect

a/n: hi my babies i’m back, sorry i was gone, was on a trip <33, enough talking and i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

The lecture hall lights buzzed overhead like they always did on long afternoons, while your Professor went on and on about stats formulas. You were sat in your usual middle row seat, legs crossed and pretending to take notes while really just focused through your flip phone under the desk. Sorority stuff kept you running nonstop, but this class was straight up destroying you. Midterms were coming fast, and that last quiz? You scored a pathetic 62, embarrassing as HELL.

A few rows up, Janet was leaned over her notebook, pen flying across the page. She stayed “simple”, always in baggy hoodies and her glasses that kept slipping down her nose, curly hair yanked back in a quick ponytail. Still, even like that you could see the glow. it was honestly unreal. Most folks just wrote her off as the brainy girl up front, but you’d caught her looking back every now and then, real quick and nervous. The times she caught you staring back she’d duck back into her notes, cheeks gaining a noticeable flush.

After class, you caught her in the hallway, leaning against the wall like you had all the time in the world. “Hey, Janet, right?” you said, flashing that easy smile that usually got you whatever you wanted.

She blinked up at you, adjusting her glasses, cheeks burning with hotness. “Y-yeah. Hi, you’re… um, from Kappa house? Everyone knows about you, ha..” she looked down immediately clearly embarrassed by her response.

You laughed softly. “Guilty. Listen, I’m drowning in this stats shit. Professor’s pop quizzes and assignments are beating my freaking ass. I heard you’re basically acing everything. Any chance you could tutor me? I’ll pay whatever.”

Janet’s eyes widened behind her lenses. “Me? Tutor you? I mean… yeah, sure. I’m free most evenings. But you don’t have to pay me or anything. I like helping.”

“Nah, I insist. Twenty an hour sound good? Also could you come to the house tomorrow night? The girls are all heading to that big Sigma party, so it’ll be quiet. Easier to focus if you ask me.”

She nodded so fast you thought her head might fall off. “Tomorrow night. Yeah. Text me the address?”

You did, and the next evening rolled around. The sorority house was blissfully empty. You could literally hear music thumping faintly from the frat a few blocks away. You’d changed into comfy shorts and an oversized shirt, hair in a loose high bun.

When the doorbell rang, you opened it to find Janet standing there in a plain black t-shirt and jeans, backpack slung over one shoulder and clutching her laptop like a shield. She looked like she might bolt and go back to her dorm any second.

“Come in, girl,” you said warmly, stepping aside. “Thanks for doing this. I’m legit about to fail if I don’t get this down.”

Janet stepped inside, eyes darting around the living room with its plush couches, photos of past sisters on the walls. “This place is… actually pretty nice. Bigger than I thought. You sure it’s okay I’m here while everyone’s gone?”

“Positive. They’re all out getting fucking wasted. We’ve got the whole house to ourselves.” You led her to the big couch in the living room, patting the spot next to you. “Sit. You want water or something?”

“I’m good,” she mumbled, perching on the edge of the cushion like she was afraid to take up space. Her voice was soft, almost whispery. “So… what part are you struggling with most?”

You spent the first hour actually working. It was basically her explaining confidence intervals and hypothesis testing. But you couldn’t help noticing how she kept fidgeting, pushing her glasses up, stealing glances at your legs or the curve of your shoulder. Every time your hands brushed, she’d pull back like she’d been burned.

“You’re really good at this,” you said after a while, leaning back. “Like, scary good. How do you make it look so easy?”

Janet shrugged, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “I just like the logic of it. Numbers don’t lie, you know? People are so much harder…” Her eyes flicked to yours for a second before dropping again. “You’re really popular. I see you everywhere, events, games. Must be nice.”

You chuckled, catching the nervousness in her tone. “It’s fun, but exhausting. Half the time I’m smiling through small talk I don’t care about. You seem more real than anything.” you say before taking a sip of the water on the coffee table.

She blushed deeper, biting her lip. “Thanks. I, um, should probably use the bathroom real quick. Sorry.”

“Go ahead, down the hall on the left.”

As soon as she disappeared, you stretched and glanced at her laptop, still open on the coffee table. The screen had dimmed, but curiosity got the better of you. You were nosy by nature, and something about her shy energy made you wonder more than you should’ve. You tapped the trackpad. It woke up to her desktop, she had neat folders and some plain background.

One folder caught your eye. It was named “Personal.” You clicked it. Inside were subfolders. Notes notes and music. Then you saw a folder titled “Her.”

You opened it of course, who wouldn’t? It had dozens of files. Saved pictures from campus events and online profiles. A couple blurry shots— you laughing with friends at the quad, you dressed up for formal. Notes saved as text files: “Her laugh in lecture today,”. Another: “She sat two seats away. Smelled like heaven. I couldn’t even focus properly.” There were playlists titled things like “Songs that remind me of her.” and even a short document that looked like a half-written letter: “I know I’m just the nerd in stats, but every time you walk in I forget how to breathe…” Holy fucking shit.

You heard the bathroom door click open. You quickly closed the folder but left the laptop as it was, heart racing with a mix of amusement.

Janet came back, still drying her hands on her jeans, and froze when she saw you sitting there, the screen clearly showing her desktop. “Oh my God…”

She lunged forward, nearly tripping over the coffee table to grab the laptop. “Wait—please, I can explain! I didn’t—fuck, I’m so sorry, that’s not… I shouldn’t have—”

You held up a hand, smirking as you leaned back into the cushions. “Relax, Janet. Sit down.”

She didn’t obviously. She stood there trembling, eyes glassy like she might cry. “I’m such a creep. You’re… you’re you, a-and I’m me, and I see you every week and I get these stupid feelings and I write them down like some loser because I never thought you’d—”

“Janet,” you said gently but firmly, patting the couch right next to you. “Sit. I’m not mad.” She hesitated, then sank down, burying her face in her hands. “I’m so embarrassed. Please don’t tell anyone. I’d be made fun of for weeks. I’ll delete it all, I swear.”

You turned toward her, close enough that your thigh pressed against hers. “Hey. Look at me.”

She peeked through her fingers, those big brown eyes wide and vulnerable. “I think it’s kinda hot, actually,” you admitted, voice dropping lower. “All that secret attention from the cutest girl on campus? A whole folder just for me? Makes a girl feel special lowkey.”

Janet’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “You— wait what?” You reached out, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. She shivered at the touch. “You’re adorable when you’re nervous, you know that? All shy and stuttering. I’ve seen you staring in class. Thought it was just because I ask dumb questions, but this is infinitely better.”

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the first day,” she whispered. “You’re confident and beautiful and everyone loves you and I’m just the smart girl no one even bothers to get to know.”

You smiled, shifting so you were facing her fully. “Well, i’m about to get to know a lot about this smart girl if she wants.”

The air felt thicker all of a sudden. Janet’s breathing hitched. “Are you serious right now? This isn’t a prank or anything?”

Instead of answering with words, you leaned in and kissed her. Soft at first, testing the waters. She whimpered against your mouth, like she couldn’t believe this was happening. You deepened it, hand sliding to the back of her neck, and she melted, letting you lead completely. Her lips were softer than you expected, a little shaky but she kissed you back with quiet desperation.

When you pulled back, her glasses were fogged. “Please..” she breathed.

You grinned. “C’mere, baby.” You guided her back against the cushions, climbing on top of her, straddling her lap. She was so warm underneath you, heart hammering so hard you could feel it. “You’re shaking. You okay?”

“Yeah—yes. Just… never thought this would happen,” she said, voice all breathy. Her hands hovered awkwardly at your sides until you took them and placed them on your hips.

“Touch me here,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss along her jaw, then her neck. She tilted her head back with a soft moan, giving you more room. You sucked lightly at her pulse point, feeling her squirm beneath you. “So fucking cute. All those secret pictures and notes… you been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” she whined, fingers digging into your hips. “All the time. You’re so strong and pretty and I—I just want to make you happy. I’ve dreamed about this so much it’s embarrassing.”

You chuckled against her throat, one hand sliding under her shirt, tracing slow circles over her stomach. Her skin was warm and smooth. “Good girl. Keep talking like that. Tell me what you want.” Your fingers dipped lower, popping the button on her jeans with ease. She gasped when you slipped your hand inside her lace panties, finding her already soaked and slick.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” you whispered, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. “All this for me, huh? Just from being close like this?”

Janet nodded frantically, her hips bucking up into your touch. “Yes—please, I’ve wanted you so bad. I touch myself thinking about you… imagining your hands on me instead of mine. It’s so embarrassing.”

Her honesty hit you right in the gut, making you throb with heat. You kissed her again, harder this time, tongue slipping past her lips as your fingers moved faster. You slid two fingers down to tease her entrance, dipping just the tips inside before pulling back, drawing out more desperate little sounds from her. “Gonna take such good care of you. Look at you falling apart already and I’ve barely started.”

She was a complete mess underneath you; moaning into your mouth, thighs trembling around your hand as you worked her open. You pushed your fingers deeper, curling them just right, and she let out a broken whimper that went straight to your core. “Ah—fuck, right there. You’re so good at this. I can’t… I’m gonna—”

You kept the pace steady, thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles while your fingers pumped in and out. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you. You sound so pretty when you moan like that. Such a good little slut for me, hiding all that dirty want behind those glasses.”

Janet’s head fell back against the cushion, eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent cry as she clenched around your fingers. Her hands gripped your thighs hard, nails digging in. You leaned down and kissed her neck again, sucking a mark just below her collarbone, whispering praises between each lick and nip. “So wet for me… so eager. Feels like you’ve been waiting for this. It’s hot as fuck.”

You could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering, breathing ragged and whiny. But right as her thighs started to shake harder, you heard the keys jingling at the front door. The girls were back way too early.

“Shit,” you hissed, freezing mid thrust. Janet’s eyes flew open in pure panic, her body still trembling on the edge.

The door creaked open. “That party was lame as shit.” one of your sisters called out. Their footsteps in the foyer, followed by more voices chatting about who hooked up with who.

You quickly pulled your hand out, buttoning Janet’s jeans as she sat up. Her hair a complete mess and glasses crooked. You both smoothed your clothes in a frantic rush just as two of your roommates rounded the corner into the living room. “Oh—hey! Didn’t know you had company,” one said, eyebrows raised at Janet, who looked like she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

“Just tutoring,” you said smoothly, casual as ever, though your pulse was still racing. “Stats is brutal. You girls good?”

They shrugged, already heading toward the kitchen, one of them grabbing a bag of chips. “Yeah, the party was whatever. Don’t let us interrupt the ‘studying.’ We’re probably just gonna crash upstairs anyway.”

As soon as they were out of sight and their footsteps faded up the stairs, Janet let out a long shaky breath, still trembling. You smirked, bringing your fingers that was still slick and shiny with her fluids to your lips and sucking them clean slowly, eyes locked on hers the whole time.

“Mhmm. You taste so sweet,” you murmured, savoring the taste. “Thanks for the tutoring lesson, Janet. We’ll finish this another time. Can’t have you coming undone with the whole house listening even though I really wanted to feel you cum all over my fingers.”

She whimpered softly, thighs pressing together tight, clearly still worked up and needy. “You’re evil. I was so close—”

“Oh hush, did you want us to get caught? Don’t be such a brat.” You chuckled, helping her gather her stuff with gentle hands. “Text me when you get home safe, i’ll see if you can come over the next time the girls are gone and take this further.”

Janet stood on wobbly legs and a dazed, almost dreamy smile breaking through. “I… yeah. Okay. Goodnight. And… thank you. For not thinking I’m a total weirdo.”

You watched her slip out the door, already replaying every little moan, every desperate whimper, and the way she’d looked right on the brink in your head. You leaned back on the couch with a satisfied grin, wondering how long you’d have to wait before you could get her alone again.

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