what about slightly possessive mike? Not like incredibly domineering but subtly possessive and lowkey petty
icl i always see michael as like a possessive man, never controlling but definitely in a protective manner.
he could be at an after party with you as his date, and the moment another man shakes hands with you or compliments you, his protectiveness flares up.
he pulls you closer and will even lay random kisses on the top of your head to let the guy know your his date—his lady.
or, you couldve went off to talk amongst other women and a man could approach your group, chatting it up. He will keep sending looks that way and cross his arms in an almost petulant way.
but michael would never force you! would he be petty and try to keep your attention on him? most likely, but he doesn’t wanna do anything to make you upset.
he just loves you and wants you by his side :)
this is more like a thought instead of a fic but yolo
High off thinking about this particular picture…reader is actually the one listening to Michael’s heartbeat through a stethoscope for the recording of Smooth Criminal. The studio is empty, nobody else around, just the two of you. The quiet buzz of the room fills the silence as you focus on the steady beat in your ears. Michael stays perfectly still, watching you with a small smile as he reaches for your hand. Too caught up in listening, you don’t even notice your hand slowly wandering lower and lower down his torso. Before it can go any further, he gently stops it with his own. “Careful, mama…watch those hands of yours.” His voice is low, smooth, and full of quiet amusement.
(An actual fic is in the making but I had this in my drafts :)
٠࣪⭑ got this idea from rewatching the Michael movie for the 100th time
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Michael loves seeing you wear your cute little heels, seeing you strut in your dress around his house, bending over gets him harder than a rock.
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Michael would slide you money to keep you quiet after he kept sneaking you upstairs while everyone else was downstairs, knowing it was wrong to sneak around with someone responsible for cleaning the Jackson's house.
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — If you saw Michael around you would be struggling on purpose to clean off a tall shelf, he'll grab the duster from you and clean it himself and bump his crotch against your plump ass on purpose.
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Whenever you would have a break from cleaning around, Michael would be waiting at a specific time over the stairs—just staring at you the whole time. You just looked like you needed a break..pussy eating break perchance? He would signal for you to come upstairs with him with his lengthy finger—your favorite.
🐯 ٠࣪⭑ ! : “ngghh, mikeyyy..,” you whined and squirmed underneath Michael’s touch, arching your back off of his bed. “shhh, lemme take care of you.” Michael said as he pulled away from your clit just a bit.
your legs were shaking as they hung over Michael’s shoulder. Michael knew you were close so he started adding in your favorite two fingers.
Footsteps were coming up the stairs as you were going to finish on his fingers. “wait, no, no, someone’s coming up the stairs..,” your moan got stuck in your throat as you almost choked on your spit. You were trying to push Michael off of you but he wasn’t budging not one bit.
He knew the doors were the locked but you didn’t, the thrill in his veins made him pump in and out of you even more faster.
A knock came on the door as your hand immediately flew to your mouth. “Yo! have you seen miss pigtails?” Tito..fucking Tito—being funny because your signature style was your cute pigtails/puffs with black ribbons.
“She’s on break, Tito!” He yelled back at him as he was still working on your pussy. Multiple task king🫰🏾
Muffled moans were spilling in your palms as you leaned up to see his fingers still pumping in and out of you.
Michael was a bit confused why he was asking for you, and looked back at you with furrowed eyebrows, just to see how you were falling apart in pure silence.
“Do you know where she is?” Tito asked him as he leaned against the door with his hand. Michael was now getting irritated because Tito was asking too many questions for his liking.
“I don’t know, Tito!” He smacked his lips before responding.
You heard him walk away from the door, and you let out the most loudest groan as you tucked your lips.
“oh fuck,” you dragged against your tongue as you made eye contact with Michael as his lip was caught between his teeth.
His eye contact alone could make you bust right then and there. “yes, yes, yes—m’bout to cum..” you started to scrunch his sheets in your fist as you finished.
“there you go, mama. cum f’me.” Michael cooed as he kissed up your thigh.
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Days off were the best days of your life. He would always give you gifts for working so hard and keeping you and him y'all's little dirty secret—he might just take you on a shopping spree with his own money.
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Even though you and he are currently a secret, getting caught sucking him off turned both of you on even more.
🐯 ٠࣪⭑ ! : While Michael brother’s were hanging out with their girlfriends, you were you on your needs before Michael hiding behind the kitchen island.
You were slurping and nearly sucking his dick dry. With no shame, since no one was around.
“mmm, wait..,” Michael whined, as his hands held onto the counter. His tip keep kissing the back of your throat, which was making him twitch.
He knew you had a lot of skill with your tongue but keep toying around you with around the house, but he couldn’t handle your skillful mouth.
You were caressing his thigh to shush him but clearly that wasn’t working. He wanted you to slow down because he knew he was going to spill right in your throat.
You pulled him out your mouth and started stroking him while holding eye contact. “Aw, you’re so whiney f’me huh?” You teased.
Michael’s eyes were a bit watery, he was getting extra whiney from how good you were taking him in your mouth.
You licked and swirled against his tip as you began to keep eye contact, since he wasn’t using his words.
“yess mama..,” he said in a breathy tone as he came on your tongue.
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — One day, you switched your hairstyle one day around him, and you looked way too fine, and he couldn't handle himself around you. So, of course, he went back upstairs with you and showed you how much he appreciated it.
🐯 ٠࣪⭑ ! : Michael had took you to the front of his mirror head deep in the crook of your neck, inhaling your signature scent.
Your dress was held above your waist as Michael was fucking you from behind. His hand was on the nape of your neck, the size of his hand around your neck turned you on even more.
The Lucious new bundles in your head were swaying back forth, you could tell he loved it because he was collecting it in his other hand as he bit down on his bottom lip.
Your mascara was being smudged from tears were falling down your eyes from him constantly hitting your g-spot.
“Mic—” you reached your hand back to press against his abdomen to slow down his thrust but that technically didn’t work.
“Don’t run, y’know I love you like this.” Michael cooed as he interlocked his hand while his other hand stroked your hair, from keeping you from running.
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — If you were locked in one day trying to get things done, Michael would most likely disturb your peace by sipping on his orange juice around the house, just creeping around and watching you without you noticing, and then finally he makes himself known by just asking you random questions to get you off track.
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — When you brought your first anklet, it had his initial on it. It was always blinging on your ankle, ricocheting off the sunlight pooling through the windows. He felt like a Victorian man who had never seen ankles before, the way he kept staring at them whenever you strutted around with a diamond "M" on your ankle.
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — he would purposely drop a napkin so you could bend over in front of him, but you did it discreetly since his brothers were around.
🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Michael purposely brought your favorite lip gloss just for you to wear it for him, and just for him to kiss it all off when you two are alone in the house.
backstory: just a few story collections of marlon and his bimbo gf
warnings: reader is dumb but she serves.
type: fluff!!
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˚࿔ How y’all met
Your eyes. That was the selling point. The way you guys met was simple. You were feeding the birds bits of marshmallows in the park and Marlon watched you do it from afar.
He walks over and asks what you’re doing. And you explain how birds will never experience the gooey sensation of marshmallows if it wasn’t for you.
He was confused and was debating on if you were crazy. But when you finally turned around to face him and he saw your eyes. He was in love.
The rest was history. You and Marlon quickly became boyfriend and girlfriend and you both immediately learnt each other’s personalities.
Marlon is outgoing and funny but can also be strict. You were caring and soft and not so bright.
———
˚࿔ Your favorite show of all time is the Care Bears. All of your past boyfriends make fun of you for liking the show but not Marlon.
“You’re the best boyfriend ever!” you squeal.
“It’s the least I can do,” Marlon humbly says.
“You got me a care bear?!” you squeal again. You’re in shock that he actually got you one. It proves that he does listen to your late night rants about how much you love the show.
You kiss the life-size Care Bears face over and over. Marlon giggles at that.
“You love them so much,” Marlon says. “I had to,”
“I love it, baby!!!” you say.
You clutch the bear tightly to your chest and hop up and down. Your skirt flying with you.
Marlon copies your moves and hops up and down with you. The floorboards underneath both of your feet start creaking.
———
˚࿔ Marlon is packing his suitcase and explaining to you where he’s going.
“You’re going to Colorado?!” you stand up from your chair and fan your wet nails that you just painted.
“Baby, it’s for the tour,” Marlon reassures you.
“That’s like in Asia,” you shout. “You’ll be so far away!”
Marlon exhales and frowns at you.
“Sweetheart, Colorado is in America,” Marlon softly explains. “It’s about a day’s drive…”
———
˚࿔ You and Randy had an argument on whether or not the tooth fairy was real.
“Randy called me stupid,” you sadly say. Your head is facing down and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. Randy walks into the room.
“Did you call my lady stupid?” Marlon angrily asks.
“Well, she’s no Einstein,” Randy shrugs.
———
˚࿔ Michael walked in on you “washing the dishes”
“Hey Y/N,” Michael says. He walks into the kitchen and sees you trying to clean the dirty dishes. The sleeves on your cropped shirt are rolled up.
“Hey Mikey!!” you sing. You throw another dirty dish into the trash can.
“What you up to?” Michael asks.
“Cleaning the dishes,” you answer. You throw more of the glassware into the trash.
“You know you can just clean them, right?” Michael asks. “By washing them?”
“I am!” you say, you turn the running water off and throw yet another dish into the trash. Michael rolls his eyes.
“Have you seen my journal? I left it somewhere around here,” Michael asks, ignoring the fact that you’re throwing dirty dishes into the trash can.
“Hmmm,” you think. “Check that long love seat thingy,” you suggest.
Michael starts to walk over to the living room.
“Wait, a long love seat thingy?” Michael turns around to ask.
“Yeah! It’s behind the coffee table,” you explain.
“So the couch?” he asks.
“No silly! The long love seat thingy,” you repeat,
“Yeah, it’s called a couch,” he says.
———
˚࿔ You’re asking your diva boyfriend for fashion advice
“I feel like my top is too flashy,” you turn around to show your boyfriend how sparkly your top is.
“I think it showcases your personality perfectly,” Marlon says. “It’s fierce,” he mocks your voice.
You look down at the top.
“My manager wants me to wear it for my photo shoot today,” you explain.
“You look beautiful, sunshine,” Marlon says.
“I look like that one rainbow animal with the horn on its forehead,” you roll your eyes.
Marlon laughs.
“A unicorn?” Marlon says.
“Nah, that’s not it,” you say. “It’s the other rainbow animal with a horn. It has a tail and everything,” you explain. You grab a pair of jean shorts from the pile of clothes and put them on.
———
˚࿔ You have a genius idea about ice cream
After a long day of rehearsals, the entire Jackson family + you went and got ice cream. Everyone is now sitting in the living room eating their ice cream. The occasional lip smack and scraping of spoons against the cups can be heard.
“There should be ice cream but like hot. I’m tired of my ice cream being cold,” you say out loud.
Everyone in the room freezes and looks over at you.
“I wonder why it’s called ice cream,” you say.
“Yeah, me too,” Randy snorts.
Marlon shoots him a glare.
“What flavor did you get?” Michael asks you, changing the subject.
“Hokey Pokey!” you answer, you turn your cup to where he can see it. “It’s French!”
———
˚࿔ Marlon and gentle parenting
“Mar!!” you shout from the bed. Marlon walks out of the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist. Beads of water drip down his abs.
“Yes, sunshine?” Marlon asks.
“What does USA stand for?” you ask with a confused look.
“United States of America,” he answers.
“Oooh cool!” you say. He smiles and turns around. “And where is that located?” you ask.
———
˚࿔ Marlon and his brother talk about you
“She has rocks for brains, Marlon!” Tito says.
“Don’t talk about her like that!” Marlon defends you. He crosses his arms while his brothers speak about you. “She’s perfect! You guys just don’t get her”
“Marlon, Y/N asked me if pit bulls were born in a pit of bulls,” Jackie says slowly.
“Well! Are they?” Marlon asks. “Did you answer her question?”
“I fear for your future kid’s intelligence,” Tito says.
“Don’t we all,” Jackie mumbles.
“Don’t get me wrong, she’s gorgeous,” Tito says.
“Yeah! I know,” Marlon agrees. “She has beauty and brains,”
“Just beauty,” Jermaine corrects, he walks past his brothers and up the stairs to his bedroom.
———
˚࿔ You get slightly confused (per usual…)
“We have to perform ABC tonight,” Jermaine says.
“Definitely,” Jackie agrees. “That’s a no brainer,”
“It’ll blow the crowd away,” Marlon adds. You gasp and turn your head to Marlon all while sitting in his lap.
“Baby, that’s not good. You want the crowd to stay, you can’t kill them,” you ramble. Why would he say that?!
Jermaine, Michael, and Randy can’t help but laugh.
———
˚࿔ You get confused… again!
“I’m so hungry, I could eat a horse,” Marlon throws his head back and clutches his stomach after it growls. It’s been a long day at the studio and he just went on break.
“A horse?!” you repeat
“Yeah,” he says.
“Don’t eat a horse! They have feelings too,” you scold.
“It’s just a saying,” Marlon explains.
“Ohhhhh,” you tap your forehead but freeze again. “What are you saying?”
Marlon looks at you and holds you closer.
“You’re suffocating me!!” you try to break from his hold.
“What’s suffocating?” Marlon asks. You pinch his arm and look up at him.
“I always have to explain everything to you!” you tease.
———
˚࿔ You give amazing advice to your future brother in law
“Some days I feel like I have way too much pressure on my shoulders,” Michael says. He sat down next to you and Marlon outside. Marlon is sitting on the lounge chair with your legs over his as you lay back and soak up the sun.
“What do you mean?” Marlon asks. He starts to rub your feet.
“I want to do my own thing, but I can’t leave behind my family,” Michael explains. Marlon nods his head and listens to him.
You grab your lip gloss and reapply it through your sunglasses reflection.
“There will come a day when you realize that you need to start living for yourself and not others,” you start. “And you never know, doing your own thing may end up with you making history,”
“But I don’t want to disappoint everyone,” Michael says. “I can’t keep doing the tours though! I have my own musical ideas,”
“I’ve heard your music, Mike,” you say. “It’s beautiful! It speaks volume,”
“You say that but-,” Michael starts.
“I can guarantee you that as long as you’re having fun and being true to yourself, no one will be mad at you,” you reassure him. Marlon squeezes your leg and gives you a smile.
“Wow, that was great, Y/N,” Michael says. “Thank you, I needed to hear that,”
Michael was shocked by the words of wisdom that came out of your mouth. Usually by now, you would be asking if trees could hold hands. Or if they could make tree babies.
“Of course, Mikey!” you say. “I can’t wait for you to get your Emmy award for your songs! It’s made out of chocolate, you know?”
Michael laughs at you knowing that you’re dead serious. He then looks over at Marlon who’s giving you heart eyes.
“You two are perfect for each other,” Michael says with a grin.
inside their daily lives | featuring manipulative bsf!reader x otw!michael
warnings: black fem!reader, manipulative!reader, switch!reader, michael oblivious to the situation, possessive!reader, obsessive!reader, reader gets jealous of the women he’s around, masturbation mention from reader (inner dialogue), reader is so nasty it’s not even funny
manipulative bsf!reader who reminds michael she’s all that he needs! reassuring him that he doesn’t need a woman to love on when he has you to give his unconditional affection to. “all you need is your best friend, mikey! i’ve been here your whole life. wouldn’t it be weird to put a stranger before your best friend?”
manipulative bsf!reader who refers to michael as her ‘boyfriend’ during conversations, batting her lashes, cooing over a man her own friends have no idea about.
manipulative bsf!reader who buys a customized gold chain with yours and michael’s name. clasping the necklace around michael’s neck, his fingers touched the engraved, cool metal. “thank you, this is so sweet of you, bunny!” he beamed. oh, michael just doesn’t know that the necklace is a hint to others that you’ve successfully claimed your territory.
manipulative bsf!reader who masturbates to the thought of corrupting michael, turning him into a man who can’t live without your touches. also, molding him into thinking he has to depend on you only.
manipulative bsf!reader replaying the memory of masturbating on michael’s bed while he’s laying on the very spot you had your orgasm.
manipulative bsf!reader who convinces michael to starting giving kisses every time they greet each other! each day, you’re at his door puckering your lips awaiting for his plush lips to touch yours. “c’mon, mike. this is very platonic, just shows how much we trust and love each other.” michael finally gives in and kisses your fruity flavored lips. he swore a moaned vibrated against his lips as you deepened the kiss, “sorry, mikey! got carried away.”
manipulative bsf!reader who gets irked watching other women fawning over michael. the jealousy in the pit of your stomach starts to emerge as you see him on tv with celebrities and fans grabbing his attention, even one woman hooks her arm around his! oh he’s gonna get an earful when he gets home tonight.
manipulative bsf!reader who points out the way michael looks at others whenever they’re alone. “you’ve been gawking at her since we came here, mikey. is she pretty?” michael shook his head and laughed, “she is, yeah.” you hummed, “prettier than me?” michael’s head eyes nearly popped out of his eye sockets at the comparison.
“c’mon bunny.” michael groaned, hiding the slight embarrassment he felt coming. “can’t even answer a question, you silly baby. ‘m just teasin.’” you pinched his cheeks, then your hand goes down to fixed the necklace michael wore with your name chiseled into. “well, i know your answer and everybody will know who you belong to. keep wearin’ the necklace, baby.”
⋆˚࿔ pairing . Jackie Jackson x f.blackreader 18+MDNI —
⋆˚࿔ premise . after a heated argument between you and your boyfriend jackie things started to escalate but in a good way, he often let's you be a pillow princess but maybe this time it's time for him to put his princess in work after having such a filthy mouth cussing him out....but he secretly loves being cussed out by you.
⋆˚࿔ contains . riding him, backshots, missionary, both of you taking turns smoking during sex, established relationship, they lowk toxic but in love with each other, jackie smoking (please just act like he smokes in this fic), cussing, arguing, reader having a horrible attitude, nipple play, masturbation, jackie being mean, just pure filthy so enjoy babes !
Los Angeles, California 1972 – your house.
Jackie leaned back in the armchair, blunt glowing between his fingers as you tore into him. Smoke curled from his lips while your voice cracked through the bedroom, calling him every name you could think of. He didn't flinch, just watched you pace, eyes half-lidded, letting the weed mellow the sting of every curse you spat.
"You don't give a fuck about this relationship," you snapped, hands flying. "Flirting with every thirsty bitch that throws herself at you—"
Jackie exhaled another thick cloud straight at you. "Keep talking." His tone stayed flat, almost bored. "See where that mouth gets you, youn' know how to shut the fuck up sometimes." He inhaled another cloud then exhaling another thick cloud at you.
"The fuck you just say to me?," you turn to look at him, your eyes giving him that 'don't play with me' look. "If anything you don't know how to stop being such a jackass, oh I forgot you're already one!" You screamed at him, getting more and more heated by the second.
You kept going, on and on for a few more minutes, until he finally stood. Blunt buring slow between his lips. He crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed your chin hard enough to make you shut up mid sentence.
"I think you outtha lost your mind talking to me like that, the fuck is wrong with you, huh?" He said looking you up and down. You didn't say anything besides giving him a look of pure irritation. "I don't give a fuck." You spat back.
"really?, that's how you feel ma?," he smirked, "strip. Get on the bed, now." He commanded, leaving no room to argue. "Play with that pussy while I watch since you wanna walk around huffin and puffin, now ima give yo ass a reason to huff and puff."
You glared but obeyed, jackie ended up going back to the armchair slouching. Blunt burning slow between his fingers. His eyes tracked every move as you stood at the foot of the bed and peeled your top off first. You dragged it over your head, letting your tits bounce free.
His gaze dropped straight to your nipples, already stiff from the cool air and the heat of the argument. You shoved your shorts down next, stepping out of them so you stood completely naked in front of him. "Keep goin," he said, voice low. He took another long pull from the blunt and let the smoke drift up while he watched.
You climbed onto the bed and lay back against the pillows. Legs spread wise, you slid two fingers down over your pussy, parting the lips so he could see everything. Your middle finger circled your clit in slow, wet strokes. Jackie's stare stayed locked on your cunt as you rubbed faster, silent whimpers babbling out your mouth. The sound of your slick filling the quiet room. He exhaled another thick cloud, the tip of the blunt glowing orange while you pushed two fingers inside yourself and started pumping in and out.
"That's it," he murmured, shifting in the chair. His dick was already pushing hard against his sweats. "Don't stop, get that shit nice and wet for me, ma."
You kept fingering yourself, hips rolling up to meet your own hand, "mmnghm—" you moaned out. Your other hand came up to squeeze one of your tits, pinching the nipple the way you knew he liked. He stared at you, eyes half-lidded, smoke curling around his face as he watched your fingers disappear knuckle-deep inside you again and again. Every time you moaned or cursed under your breath he just smirked and kept smoking, letting you work yourself.
"That's it," he muttered. "Rub that shit. Get it wet f'me." You kept touching yourself, your attitude still showing on your face even as your body responded. Jackie stood again, undressing, his long, perfectly trimmed, girthy dick. It's already hard and heavy. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you towards the edge of the bed
"You got a lot of sass on you, girl," he said with the blunt STILL between his lips. That man loved to smoke, you knew that already, jackie loved him some weed and you loved to smoke with your boyfriend at times so it didn't really phase you.
You batted your eyelashes up at him, small gasps escaping your lips, "and you got a lot of nerve flirtin' with them other bitches." You snapped back almost instantly. He rolled his eyes and spread your legs wide, pushing them up to your perky tits. He started rubbing the head of his tip up and down your slit without pushing in, the teasing forcing a small whimper out of you.
"jackie—don't tease." You looked at him, bringing your lips to your teeth biting down on it softly, you reached down trying to line him up yourself, but he slapped your wrist, "I didn't tell you to touch, stop playin' with me girl." His voice full of irritation and laziness. He continued rubbing his tip over your folds before he finally pushed in fully giving you no time to adjust to him.
You gasped, looking up at him pupils blown wide as you tried adjusting to him, that man didn't give a flying fuck. He started thrusting, hard and steady, one hand pressed down on your thigh to keep your legs wide open, the other one taking slow inhales of the blunt, letting out more smoke.
"You look so pretty, gon' make yo ass a mommy." Every snap of his hips punched a loud moan out of you. "S–slow down baby–shiiiitt!" You moaned, eyes rolling back. Your legs wrapped around him now, heels digging into his back, "I'm–I'm so sorry baby, oh my gosh!" You yelped out, eyes squeezing shut.
"I don't give a damn bout' no worry, Mama, y'know this, don't play crazy now." A dry chuckle came out his mouth. He started pounding into you until the headboard slammed the wall. He took the blunt between his fingers and passed you the blunt and you took a hit while he fucked you slow and deep now changing his pace, his thumb now circling your clit.
"Inhale," he coached, watching your eyes glaze. "Now hold it. Good girl." You exhaled shakily as he picked up speed again, his free hand went to your nipples tugging and sucking one into his mouth as he leaned down while he pounded into you. He moved one of your legs onto his shoulder. This angle had him drilling deeper into you, making you moan out louder.
Your legs started shaking, pressure building fast, "I'm–fuck–im gonna." You tried talking, each other turned into a moan. "You gon' what?, I can't hear you baby," he slapped your inner thigh. "Speak up f'me." He ordered. You put the blunt out on a nearby ashtray being very careful not to drop it, you absolutely tried running from the dick, it felt like he was trying to fuck a five babies into you.
"stop playin' with me," you held you down by your hips, your legs now opened up into a V shape. "You know I don't like that shit, now take it." He drilled in deeper in this position. Causing you to see stars, maybe even galaxies at this rate, "oh fuck—hiccup!—m'so sorry, baby." You whine, lips coming out to a pout.
You felt a tight pressure in your stomach, "jackie—wait a minute, slow downnn." If anything that made him go faster. Sound of skin slapping filled the room mixed with his groans and your moans. "Whatchu finna' cum on this dick?, hm?, answer me girl." One of his hands snaked up around your throat applying a bit of pressure. You nodded your head unable to answer, "mmnghm!—" your body had enough, liquid gushing out around his dick as you came hard, soaking the sheets.
He didn't stop, fucking you through it. "Look at you making a mess all ova' me." He looked at you, making eye contact with you. "That's my girl," he kissed your face. "I'm so proud of you—knew you could do it." He praised you trying to get you to relax after an intense orgasm. You finally relaxed your breaths a little ragged.
But he still wasn't done with you, especially after all that stuff you were saying in his face earlier. He finally got up from you and flipped you over. A small gasp coming out your lips, "What the hell are you doing -" a hard slap to your ass made you cry out.
"Quiet woman, don't really wanna hear' you speak right now." He slid his dick into your cunt again. He took both of your hands, dragging them to meet behind your back, then wrapped his own hands around your wrist, and he started pounding into you harder this time. His head thrown back, Adam's apple bobbling in his throat. He looked so good, sweat all over his body glistening him.
"Oh yes, Mama, grind that ass back on meee," he whined, "so pretty, baby, you should see the view." He slapped your ass drilling into you deeper and harder.
"so good, baby—"
He bit down hard on his lip. The sound of you moaning and throwing your ass back on him had him obsessed and mesmerized. His thrust became sloppy, "I'm so—oh shitt," he groaned. His hot sticky cum exploded into your walls, both of you moaning at the feeling of his warm dick stuffing you full and painting your walls.
He pulled out of you, still not satisfied nor done with you. He climbed onto the bed and pulled you on top of him without asking. "Ride it." He said, gripping your hips. "And ride it right or get the fuck off me."
You sank down on his dick, gasping at the stretch. He let you set the pace at first, watching your tits boune while you moved. His hands slid up to your nipple, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until you moaned. "Oh m'gosh y-yess— jackie!" You whined, your eyes watering. You look at him.
His hands cup your ass. "So deep inside this wet, sloppy pussy. mhmmm." He hisses, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. "Just like that baby," he praised, voice nasty. "Look at you takin' this dick after all that shit you talked. This pussy so wet, fuck."
You tried to keep your bratty attitude, still muttering curses under your breath while you bounced. His hand shot up and wrapped around your throat again, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. "You gon learn to watch ya' mouth?," he asked mid bounce, "or I'm gon remind you everytime who this pussy belong to." He started thrusting up to meet you.
"Fuck you," you hissed, still trying to talk shit even as your pussy clenched around him. "You think this gon' fix shit?"
Jackie laughed low, hips still thrusting up into you, "this gon' fix that attitude. Keep runnin' it and see what happen."
You tried to curse him out again but the words dissolved into a broken moan when his fingers found your clit from underneath. He rubbed tight circles until your thighs shook and you came down on his dick again, "oh my gosh!—fuckk!" You moaned out. Your body jerks a little, your pussy spasms more and lets out more cum.
He thrusted his hips up again a few more times, "ohh fuckk...mmhm, I'm cummin in this pussy... shit baby," he groans, giving three deep thrusts before holding himself deep inside you, releasing all in your womb.
You collapsed against his chest, still twitching, his cum leaking out around his softening dick. He stroked your back, voice soft now. "Don't ever talk crazy to me like that again, mama." He kissed your head.
You nodded weakly against his skin, too fucked-out to argue. "Yes, baby.."
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