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PART ONE HERE ♡ | purely fictional ! (‾◡◝)

18+ (MDNI), pregnancy scare AHHH !! no smut just buildup, forgot to mention that reader is 19 and Jackie's 20 ! > < bunch of phone calls 🙄 BUT let there be smut in part 3 ! 🧏🏾‍♀️ ignore the fact i’m posting this at 4am on a wednesday…

CW: Joe.

Word Count: ≈ 2k

A|N: So i've fallen ill ! (；′ ⌒`) but i took some medicine n feeling sm better :3👍🏾sorry for the delay, it's just…been a lot. Hope y'all can understand ! ♡ also want to mention I see my requests (THANK YOU !! :D) I'll get to them soon ! ♡

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warnings: smut! mdni 18+, cursing, toxic! jackie, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap that willy), slightly rough sex. i think that’s everything

author’s notes: i hope anon and all my other readers enjoy. also i have that requested jaafar fic and like 3 michael requests coming out this upcoming week so stay tuned!

you sat alone in your cold, dark bedroom. rain tapping against rapidly the glass windows, thunder rattling the apartment building.

although you and jackie weren’t in an official relationship, it sure as hell felt like you were. everywhere you went, jackie was not too far from behind.

you need your nails done, he gave you twice the amount. you want a new pair of shoes? five new boxes of shoes were in your bedroom closet the next night.

after fulfilling all his responsibilities and duties as an artist and eldest brother, he would be in your bed, every single night. each time he made love to you, you felt like a brand new woman.

he laid it down so good, you didn’t mind cooking food for him for breakfast, lunch, dinner and occasional dessert. sometimes even cooking for his baby brothers.

but everything that glitters ain’t gold. you and jackie would get into the nastiest disputes. and it would be about the same things every time. he would accuse you of being to friendly, the clothes you wore being too revealing, him not communicating effectively with you. each time you threatened to leave him, he always managed to get you to stay.

it was the third night. the third night in a row where it was only four minutes left on the clock until it struck three. the third night in a row where jackie still wasn’t home.

the first night you brushed it off, he reassured you that he and his brothers were just fooling around in the studio and lost track of time. all your worries went out the window, the lie he knew it was, felt like a complete plausible truth to you. you knew the constant pressures to be as perfect from the man known as their father was hard on all of them, especially jackie since he was the oldest.

the second night you were irritated to say the least. but tonight, was the night that the straw broke the camel’s back.

your thoughts disappeared as you watched the wooden bedroom door creak, jackie’s silhouette appeared at the end of the bed. you quickly hopped up from the firm mattress, following him into the bathroom.

“where the fuck have you been sigmund,” you screamed as your smaller feet followed behind his larger ones. his hands unbuttoning the soaking wet maroon button shirt that clung to his upper half. he silver belt buckle clanging to the floor as he stripped out of his bottoms.

“girl i’m a grown ass man, you don’t get to yell at me like i’m your child, y/n. i’m twenty-five not five.”

“yeah well you’re sure as hell acting like a five year old.” your arms folded against your chest as you walked back into the bedroom, if you were a cartoon smoke would’ve been coming from your nose and ears.

you grabbed the leather duffle bag that he owned from the closet, stuffing as many of his clothes and personal items into it that you could. jackie’s eyes furrowed as he watched from the bathroom doorframe.

“and where the fuck do you think you’re going?” you felt his frame only a few inches behind yours.

“oh i’m not going anywhere, i want you to take your shit and get the fuck out of my house,” you yelled, voice strained as hot, wet tears streamed down your face. he quickly snatched the bag from your grip, tossing it across the room.

“your house but i’m paying all the got damn bills. you’re a fool if you think i’m going anywhere!”

“i fucking hate you, you’re such a bastard. why don’t you go back to whatever bitch you was with and leave me alone.” just as you attempted to storm off, jackie snatched you buy your forearm, stopping you dead in your tracks.

“you gon’ watch that mouth of yours, talking to me like you crazy girl.”

“fuck you jackie.”

you yelped as jackie tossed you onto the bed in one quick motion. he held your hands down with his visibly larger one, the other snatching your panties down from under your black, satin nightgown.

“look at this pussy, all wet, begging to be stuffed with daddy’s dick,” jackie said harshly, his fingers slowly dipping inside of your slickness, your soft moans beginning to travel around the room. you squirmed as he drove his digits deeper and deeper inside you.

“look at you now. was talking all that shit earlier, now you can’t even take these fingers. how you gon’ take this dick girl?”

you felt yourself getting even wetter. even though you were still pissed at him, you loved how jackie was never afraid to be vocal in the bedroom. people often criticized about how quiet and soft spoken he was, he was a polar opposite in the bedroom.

“jackie please,” you whimpered as his tongue swirled around your clit, painfully slow. he hummed against you as he continued indulging in your juices, fingers filling you up just right. your stickiness covering the lower half of his face and two digits. your lower back and hips lifted up from the mattress as you slowly began to grind your hips into his face. you whined as you felt his lips and fingers removed from your heat.

“bend that ass over,” he growled hungrily as he quickly yanked down his boxers, his thick, hardened length oozing with precum, throbbing with excitement.

you moaned as you felt jackie’s thumb rubbing on your little swollen bundle of nerves. he gave your bottom a few firm smacks as his bulbous tip raced up and down your slit. your fingers tightly gripped the sheets as he slid inside of you, pushing in inch by inch.

“jackie i can’t, it’s too much,” you cried out, trying to inch away from him but he caught your hips and gripped onto them, holding you down.

“uh uh, don’t run from it, talk that shit now,” jackie grunted as he pounded into you, your ass meeting his hips with each deep, harsh thrust he gave you, your pussy throbbing around him, juices dispersing all over jackie’s member.

“tell me how this dick feel baby, why you so quiet on me now?”

“it feel so good.”

“you not going no where right? you ain’t going no fucking where,” you cried you as jackie’s hand gripped firmly onto your jaw, your back resting against hid chiseled chest as he pounded you harder and harder. your eyes struggled to meet and focus on his, rolling to the back of your head instead.

“no daddy, i promise,” you struggled to get out, the bed creaking with each snapping of his hips into you. he slowly pressed you back down, your face buried down into the mattress, your ass north. you moaned as you felt him drag his tongue from the small of your back to the top just before the nape of your neck.

“daddy sorry mama, you forgive me yet?” his hips rolling perfectly as he brushed up against your g-spot. your pussy gripped around him perfectly, feeling every throb and pulse coming from his dick.

“huh baby, you ain’t give me no answer, you must want me to stop?”

“no please don’t stop, i forgivee you,” you screamed as your arm reached back to push his back on his stomach. that didn’t stop jackie as he took you hand and held it inside his, fingers interlocked.

you started squirming around as you felt your orgasm peaking around the corner. your wetness splashing against him, his toes curling into the tan carpet that laid inside your bedroom floor. your body quivered as you rode your climax out.

“that’s it, that’s a good girl, i’m cumming too baby,” jackie cooed out as he slowly pumped in and out if your slickness, filling you with every last drop of his seed before collapsing down on the bed next to you. the two of you laid next to each other staring at the white ceiling.

“i told yo’ ass you wasn’t going no where,” he said cockily, a shit eating grin filled his face.

Sneaking out with your boyfriend always ends well. ᝰ.ᐟ

older bf! jackie x younger blk fem (early 20s so it don't be weird ya know, kinda short. I got a lil lazy mb, not rlly proofread)

Your mom and pops didn't like hearing of this boyfriend you had, especially since you never brought him around. Of course not, they'd flip out if they only knew.

You didn't wanna hear, "He's a lil older aint he?" Or "He graduated with me back in 19-"

No. You did not wanna hear it.

Sure, you were grown, but that didn't mean your parents had stopped being protective of you. And bringing home a man like Jackie was out of the question. Yes, he was kind, thoughtful, and treated you well, thats what matter. But your parents would still look sideways. You had no interest in trying to convince anyone that your relationship was something real when they already got their minds made up about you and Jackie. So you kept it quiet, secret calls and hidden outings.

A pair of headlights flash twice from down the street. Jackie's old Chevy is parked beneath a streetlamp, elbow hanging out the driver's window, watching to make sure you get there safely before he even thinks about pulling away. The moment you slip into the passenger seat, he locks the truck.

His brown eyes glance over to you, "So…" he murmurs. "What made you sneak out tonight?"

"I missed you. I can't see my man?," you asks smiling at him.

Jackie smiled at that, "Ah, you miss me" he repeats, unable to hide the grin spreading across his face. "Course you can see me baby."

He starts the truck and slowly drives off. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other tangled with yours, stealing little glances every few minutes. "Hows your family?" he asks you quietly.

"Good and asleep," you respond glancing over the sidewalks where others walked.

Jackie nods leaning back against his seat. "Every time I pull up to your street, I feel like that man gon' come bustin' through the front door," he chuckles.

"You so dramatic."

He glanced over with a crooked smile. "I ain't dramatic." He glanced over with a crooked smile. "I'm cautious. Tryna be respectful of your pops… and stay on your mama's good side."

You rolled your eyes. "Jackie, you could show up with flowers, a suit, and a Bible tucked under your arm."

He looked over. "And?"

"My daddy still wouldn't like you."

That earned a genuine laugh from him. "Now that," he said, shaking his head, "I believe." Jackie lived just a few miles away in a quiet little neighborhood. Bringing him home was never an option, but the opposite? That was much easier. If the two of you wanted a few uninterrupted hours together, his place was always waiting for you.

After a while he speaks again, softer this time. "Ion like you sneakin' out though mama, ain't right."

You raise an eyebrow at hearing that, "Hmmm, but you picking me up?"

"Hmmm," he hums back playful. "I know, that's the problem."

"Then stop coming to get me," you said with a playful shrug, glancing over at him as if the answer were that simple.

Jackie huffed out a quiet laugh and shook his head. "Yeah..." he murmured. "That ain't happenin'."

You smirked at him saying that, "Oh alright, then quit complaining',' you gave him a taunting look before looking back at the road.

"So now you got jokes?"

"Learned from you," you replied with the sweetest smile you could manage, as if you hadn't just thrown his own words back at him.

He stole another glance at you, shaking his head with an amused smile. "Nah," he said. "I don't remember teachin' you to be that slick."

"Oh, you definitely did."

He glanced over, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smile. He looked back to the road, the smile still lingering on his face. A few seconds passed before he reached across the center console again, his large hand finding yours without so much as a second thought. His fingers slipped easily between yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before resting there.

Jackie shut the door behind you, the lock clicking softly into place like the rest of the world had been cut off on purpose. His place was quiet, no distant voices, no footsteps in the hallway, just the low hum of the night outside and the faint sound of music still playing somewhere in the background. You followed him further inside, your eyes adjusting to the dim light of his living room as he tossed his keys onto a nearby table.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said softly, setting his keys on the table before shrugging off his jacket.

You slipped yours off as well, hanging it over the back of a nearby chair while taking in the quiet warmth of his place. You smoothed out your dress as you walked over, your red flats graced along the floor.

Jackie glanced over his shoulder. "You can stay as long as you want too." He wandered toward the kitchen, opening the refrigerator with an absent-minded pull. "I think I got somethin' to snack on around here…"

You were about to answer, but your attention drifted elsewhere. Instead of looking around the room, you found yourself watching him. They traced the line of his back, the way his shirt pulled tight across it, the slow flex of muscle every time he shifted his weight. Those fingers that worked with steady patience, the sight of them made your stomach tighten with insistent hunger. Not for anything on a plate. Just him, right there.

"Hm no it's okay Jackie," as you eased over to him, your hands eager to feel all over him. Your hands found his shoulder before slowly wrapping around his neck. "Just wanna be with you."

The teasing in his eyes faded, replaced with something warmer, more serious.

He reached out gently, letting his hand rest at your waist before pulling you in just enough that you were close, but still giving you room to breathe.

"Yeah?" he murmured. "You got me."

He then gave a small nod toward the hallway. "C’mon," he said quietly. He stopped at his bedroom door and pushed it open with ease, stepping aside to let you go in first. Jackie lingered in the doorway for a second longer than necessary before finally following you in and gently closing the door behind him.

"You cold or anythin baby?" he asked after a moment, voice quieter now.

You shook your head. "No m'good Jackie."

He nodded at you, though his eyes stayed on you a little longer than normal. Then he moved toward the bed, sitting down first before patting the space beside him. "Come here then," he said simply. You laid down beside him slowly, curling into his side as the mattress dipped again under your weight. His arm came around you naturally, resting like it belonged there, like it had done this before even if it hadn’t.

He gently kissed the side of your face, a small innocent gesture. Jackie figured you just wanted to sleep, so he closed his eyes quietly. He had already started drifting, breath slowing, when your fingers began their slow journey. Then some more, your hands drifted down his chest. Your palm glided over the hard plane of his chest, tracing the line between his pecs through the shirt before sliding lower. The muscles there twitched under your touch.

Jackie’s eyelids fluttered open, heavy with sleep, “What you doin'?” he asked softly, the voice low and still thick with sleep.

"Just feelin you," you say quietly, your hand then traced right down right to his pants, pressing across his crotch. He let out a soft grunt before his eyes glanced up to yours. You blink your pretty eyes at him before pressing your hand further against his bulge.

He let out that low grunt again, eyes heavy-lidded and darkening fast.

"Girl…" The word dragged out slow, thick with warning and want at the same time. His eyes flicked over your movements, just watching.

You smiled, teeth catching your bottom lip, then pulled your hand away completely. The sudden absence made his hips twitch forward, chasing the lost pressure. Jackie’s jaw flexed. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched you with that sleepy, focused look while his dick kept swelling, straining hard against the zipper now.

Bad move girl.

After a beat he shifted closer, rolling onto his side so his body pressed along yours. One big hand slid down your stomach, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your dress without hesitation. He found the damp cotton between your legs and pressed two fingers right against your soaked panties, rubbing slow circles over the wet spot.

"You get this wet just from playing my dick?" His voice came out low, almost amused.

Before you could answer him, he leaned in and pressed a soft, slow kiss against your lips, one after another, tasting the little sounds that slipped out of you. His fingers carefully hook the edge of your panties, he slowly pulled them off. You felt a cool breeze hit you as the fabric was removed.

"Hm?" he asks you. You let out a soft moan against his lips. Now Jackie knew exactly what you wanted. Jackie had you right there, sprawled across his lap in the low light of his bedroom, legs spread wide over his thighs. His thick middle finger sank knuckle-deep into your dripping cunt with a wet, filthy sound that filled the quiet room.

"Mmm, listen to how wet you get for me" he hummed low against your ear.

"Hmmm Jackieeee," you say desperately quiet against some sheets, you felt yourself clenching onto his finger. His gentle fingers slowed on your puffy clit hearing your plea.

"Hm you got it baby, just relax," he says slipping his finger out. You let out a annoyed grunt but he just smiled. He then lightly spreads open your pussy, and runs his middle finger down your slit, collecting your wetness before trailing it back up to work around your clit.

Your back arched from the sensation of just being on the edge to cum, then slowly have it taken away. You let out a soft whine. "Few more minutes, as a lil payback" he replies.

He then eased his thick middle finger back deeper into your soaked pussy, the wet squelch loud enough for the sound to fill the empty silence. His finger worked inside you, curling occasionally to feel you clench some more.

"Listen to that pussy talkin' back," he murmured against your ear, his voice low and praising.

"You just love teasin' a man," his thumb dragged slow circles over your swollen clit while his finger pumped the lazy curls. Every time your hips jerked, he tightened his arm across your waist and held you down.

"Don't pull away. You came all this way mama. Now you gon' take what I give you."

Your back arched hard against his chest. The over stimulation built fast, too much pressure, too much slick friction, too much of his calm yet commanding voice telling you exactly how long you had to take it.

"Jackie m'sorry," you muttered his name sweetly. Though, you weren't sorry, you loved teasing him.

"Mhm," his eyes then glanced down to the scene. "Look how fat this clit get when I rub it just right." He gave a few taps to the sensitive nub, then went back to those torturous slow rubs. He then pulled his finger free, shiny with your slick, and spread your puffy lips apart so he could watch your hole clench around nothing once again.

"Bet it been throbbin' all day thinkin' about me touchin' it," Jackie leans down to kiss the side of your neck, still rubbing, still pushing, still talking low and dirty right against your skin.

"Don't it?" he asks you low.

"Fuck, yes it does Jackie!," you nod your head as low whimpers slip through your lips.

His other hand slid down and caught a handful of your ass, squeezing firm enough to make you gasp and push back into his grip. His palm filled with soft flesh while his fingers kept stroking your soaked pussy, spreading your wetness up and down. He watched your face the whole time, eyes half-lidded but focused.

"You think you should cum mama? Cum over my fingers?" he asks you in that taunting voice.

"Jackie please let me cum," you say feeling yourself about to release. His fingers go faster, just at the speed you needed.

He then slipped them out before looking at you smirking, "Ion think so."

The slick of your own wetness glistens on his fingers as he brings them to his lips, sucking them slow, his eyes locked on you. A low hum rumbles in his throat, tasting you.

"Mmm," he murmurs, pulling his fingers out with a soft pop. "Sweet as honey, but you ain't ready for that reward yet."

Your thighs clench, empty and aching, the pulse between them throbbing with denied release. You squirm on the bedspread, the sheets sticking to your damp skin. "Jackie, c'mon now… you can't just—"

"But I did baby, think you can just be teasin' me?" he emphasizes at you. He grins, that crooked smile that makes you weak in the knees even when you're already lying down. He reaches down and unbuckles his belt. "You wanna cum? Show me then."

He pulls himself free from his jeans, thick and already half-hard, his hand lazily stroking his length as he holds your gaze.

"And maybe, just maybe, I'll forget about that teasin' mess you was pullin' earlier."

You roll your eyes before a slow smirk comes to your lips. You give a slow lick of your lips before you lean over and slowly take him in your mouth, just an inch at a time. You sucked slowly on the head, licking up each bead of precum that pushed out his tip. Your free hand lightly stroked along his shaft feeling the veins, he leans his head back watching you go ahead.

"That's my good girl," he says. He grunts quietly feeling your wet tongue swirl around his dick so good.

He brushes the hair from your face with a tenderness that belies the filth he's been whispering. His hand cups the back of your head, guiding you up and down, not forcing, just leading, setting a rhythm you fall into easy.

You hollow your cheeks, suckling a little slower, dragging your fingers along his sides. The slick sound of saliva swirling around your mouth mixes with the low, breathy grunts escaping his throat.

"Shit," he hisses through his teeth. "You know exactly what you doin', don't you? Tryna make me forget I was ever mad."

You hummed softly and slowly took him out your mouth, "Hm you was mad at me Jackie? Couldn't tell from the pistol in your pants," you say as you kiss along the sides of his dick.

Jackie chuckles low as he cups your face, "Hm, think you've done enough now." He then shifts upwards. You smile to yourself, rolling onto your stomach, arching up while looking back at him. His hand caresses over your plump ass, squeezing and humming to himself. "Way bigger than some lil pistol," he says to you.

You chuckled and teasingly shook your ass to him. He grips your ass again while spreading your cheeks open with one hand. He slowly rubs his tip between your entrance, still slick and wet. "You want it fast or slow baby?"

"Lil bit of both, just want your hands all over me" you replied. And oh he gave it to you.

His grip on your neck was firm, his palm flattening against your shoulder blade, stroking down your spine as he slowed his pace.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice gentle. "Takin' me so good, baby." He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, then pushed back in with a deep roll of his hips.

The slickness from each of you fills the sounds, your muffled whimpers deep in the pillow. His lips found your shoulder, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. "This what you needed, huh?"

You could barely form words, just a strangled "Mhm" into the pillow as he rocked into you. "Fuckkk Jackie please, please," you say keeping your back arched. "Please baby, I wanna cum," you whimper out.

"You wanna cum baby?" he asks. "Go ahead and cum then, lemme feel it." His pace quickened, the wet slap of your ass meeting his hips filling the room. That familiar heat began to build low in your belly, coiling tighter with each stroke. You could feel yourself clenching around him, your pussy gushing as he drove deeper. A few more thrusts from him and the tension snapped, a hot wave flowing through you as you came right on his dick, your body trembling as he followed right behind, spilling into you with a low, moan.

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Contains: Black reader, explicit content, strong language, established relationship, husband! Jackie, bath sex

Summary: Jackie has been working a lot lately, and you decide to help him relax.

Now playing: Love scene - Joe

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warnings: smut/implied smut(mdni), cursing, angst,i think that’s everything.

word count: 1300+

author’s note: i think i’m gonna make part four the final chapter of this. most likely gonna make it a long one so stay tuned!

“shit jackie, just like that,” you cried out loudly as jackie continued drilling deeper and deeper inside you. this was third round of the night, your bodies soaked in sweat. your third climax beginning to build up inside of you, jackie not too far behind.

the hotel headboard beating against the wall, the sounds of you and jackie’s lovemaking echoing the room.

for the past two weekends in a row, you and jackie decided to start having weekend get away with each other. booking a honeymoon suite, that included a jacuzzi and a mirror on the ceiling right above the king size bed.

was it conniving? sure. i mean although the two of you weren’t in the best space, you were still in a committed relationship with jermaine and it appeared that he was the only one holding up that commitment. and for jackie, it doesn’t get much better that he was sleeping with his own brother’s girlfriend.

but each time the two of you shared a kiss. each time your bodies became one during your secret rendezvouses, each time jackie made you reach your peak over and over, mantras of his name as your walls clenched around him.

the way he hissed when you would scratch up his back with your sharp nails with each stroke. on each occasion, the two of you just completely forgot about your original circumstances.

not because either one of you wanted to cause jermaine any pain. it’s just the simple fact that although your forbidden affair was oh so wrong, it truly felt so right. like the universe truly wanted you and jackie to be together.

“shit baby, you feel better and better everytime, i swear,” jackie shook his head as he rolled over beside you. both of your chests rising, dry heaving as y’all tried to catch your breath. you chuckled as jackie pulled you onto his chest. you fingers softly tracing shapes on his bare chest. the two of you laid quietly for a few minutes before jackie broke the ice.

“baby?”

“yes jackie?”

“as much as i love these weekend getaways, when are we gonna stop sneaking around?”

that inquiry stopped you dead in your tracks. as much as you hate to admit it, you had been thinking about this question for a while. you were just as equally tired of having to keep things a secret, fooling around with jackie like this.

“jackie, i- i don’t know. i wanna stop sneaking around to it’s just, i don’t want jermaine to end up hurting worse than i do. or worse, your entire family hating me.” your eyebrows furrowed as you rolled to the opposite side of the bed. you eyes becoming watery, thinking of all the worse possible things if news about you and jackie were to get out. the ridicule you would not only receive from people close to the two of you but also the media.

jackie pressed soft kisses onto your upper back and shoulder before peaking his head over your shoulder. his fingers caressed your face as his brown pupils scanned your face. he placed a gentle kiss against your lips, your foreheads slightly pressed together.

“don’t cry baby, i’m sorry. it’s just i love you, i don’t wanna have to hide my love for you. i want to show you off to every person in the world. but only when you’re ready, okay?” you nodded as you smiled against his lips before capturing them in a slow, passionate kiss.

the two of you stopping as you heard two knocks. your eyes darted over to the door, confused at who could possibly be at your room.

“did you order room service or more towels or something?” you question jackie, he shook his head, just as confused as you were.

just as the two of you were about to shrug it off, another knock was heard, this time more harsher. jackie kissed his teeth before hopping out of the bed, he wrapped his bare naked half with a bath towel before he made his way to the door.

“look, i think you got the wrong- jermaine what are you doing here,” your heart felt like it dropped into your stomach. how could he possibly know where jackie was. did he know you were here too? who told him?

your mind raced rapidly with so many questions as you heard jackie and jermaine bickering at the door.

“where the hell is she?” jermaine seethed, you didn’t even have to lay eyes on him to know that he was ticked off.

your knuckles slowly starting to whiten from the tight grip you had on the sheets in front of you. you wrapped yourself in the ivory sheets before walking over to the television stand, the middle of the hotel room floor that had a clear view of the front door.

even though jermaine already knew, his face nearly went pale like a ghost when he saw your statue standing just a few paces back from jackie and him. he shook his head, visibly disgusted at the site in front of him. there wasn’t even a decent lie you could try and save yourself with.

“so this is how you do me? i give you everything in the world, the big diamonds, the flashiest pearls, everything and you sleep with my fucking brother. what did i ever do to deserve this?”

you stood there, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hold back the tears that were beginning to form in your eyes, your throat stinging, begging for the tears to start falling.

“you weren’t there for me jermaine, do you know how many nights i’ve waited up for you when you said you would be there hours ago. how many dinners i’ve ate by myself, how neglected i’ve felt all because you only care about the fucking music. i don’t care about that material bullshit, i wanted you jermaine.”

your voice cracked as you began to sob uncontrollably as you sat on the edge of the bed. jackie’s face filled with sorrow as he watched you cry. jermaine rolled his eyes, although a part of him inside hated seeing you cry.

“how long has this been going on?” you and jackie looked at each other, the both of you hesitant to tell him the truth.

“how long damn it!”

“the day before our anniversary,” you said just above a whisper, your voice raspy. silence filled the room, the three of you in different stages of disbelief and grief.

“i don’t know which is hurting the worst. the fact that my own girl cheated on me or my own fucking brother is the reason why,” he let out a deep sigh, holding the bridge of his nose in his hands.

“you what i hope y’all are happy, this is a disgrace y’all fucking deserve each other,” the door slams loudly shut as jermaine storms out of the room. jackie embraced you in his arms as you cried even harder. he slowly rocked you in his arms, your head rested into his chest as he comforted you.

his hand soothingly moving up and down your back. your cries eventually turning into dry heaves. you lift your head slightly to stare into jackie’s soft eyes.

“jackie,” your voice fragile and soft. he hummed lowly.

“i love you too,” he pulled your body back into his, placing a miss onto your forehead. the room was quiet, dimly lit. your thoughts would be racing faster, but for once, your head just felt empty, you didn’t know what to think first.

༘⋆❤︎#summary : In which Jackie's off on the road while his girlfriend back home is growing in more ways than one. When he was back home, he was a sweetheart and treating her like a delicate flower. But since he's been gone, his girlfriend has discovered that she wants to be treated like what she is: a woman, not a baby.

༘⋆❤︎#warnings : angst , slight age gap (Jackie's 19 and reader is 18), thick/chubby!reader, black!reader, virgin!reader, virgin!jackie, reader is a bit insecure, mentions of j*e jackson.

༘⋆❤︎#author's note : This is my first fic ever, so don't be mean (bitch, I'll block you!). Anyways! Jackie is my ideal type, so when I saw him on my Instagram feed for the first time, my pussy immediately got wet. I honestly just couldn't write smut for this. I'm sorry, but I didn't want it hanging over my head, so I decided to just publish it.

༘⋆❤︎#taglist : @justachocolatepyt , @dollthoughtz , @missharper33 , @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression , @star-gurl4life , @doleuia , @spud3112

Two things had changed since high school. Number one being your sex drive, you were a growing young woman who had constantly been... feeling new things and for some reason Jackie wasn't acknowledging it. And last but certainly not least, number two: fame. Jackie had become a huge star, traveling around the country nonstop. And many more insecurities were brewing inside of you back home.

At first, everyone was convinced he was going to be a top-shot baseball player after high school, but instead, he decided to stay in his boy band, The Jackson 5, with his brothers. It didn't bother you much at first. I mean, he's always been hopelessly devoted to his brothers, and you could understand it, being that you were the oldest of your siblings as well. There were zero complaints on your side of the relationship, but all that changed when they got signed to Motown.

1970 GARY, INDIANA 12:43 PM

The low hum of Stevie Wonder's smooth and soulful voice singing "My Cherie Amour" filled your childhood bedroom as you laid on your stomach. The sunset cast a beautiful glow over your pastel-themed room. You sighed every now and again, waiting by the phone for your now-superstar boyfriend, Jackie Jackson, to call you like he promised he would.

After a while, you tossed and turned out of impatience, causing your lacy panties to basically become a thong and your blue "I love Stevie Wonder" baby tee to ride up, exposing the soft plush of your belly.

You and Jackie had been... trying things, just right before he left for tour. He'd go down on you from time to time, taking off your white lacy panties, or you'd go down on him, stopping right before he comes each time since he refused to let you finish him like that. You were his baby; he didn't wanna see you on your knees like that. Well... at least he'd convince himself of that.

Wrapping the telephone cord around your ring finger over and over again, you fondly remembered how that was the same finger he promised to put a ring on as soon as he could afford that big wedding you always dreamt of. Then, and only then, would he allow you to finish him off like that. It irritated you, but you never mentioned it. I mean, it was cute, him thinking of you as innocent. Irritating, but cute. You had doubts at times—not often, but sometimes.

Is he getting off like that from someone else?

Does he have a secret girlfriend on tour?

The thoughts were endless and often racing through your mind faster than a cheetah.

He now belonged to every young Black girl in America, and you didn't mean to be possessive, but you missed when he was yours—all yours. You missed when not a soul could even get close to him without him politely but firmly mentioning you. But now that he was famous, his father had convinced him of keeping you a secret if he wanted The Jackson 5 to go anywhere important in life. And Joseph could be extremely... aggressive at times, so you didn't dare demand he claim you publicly, but sometimes you wanted at least reassurance, or a phone call on time.

Hours upon hours passed, and by that time, you were fast asleep. The phone still sat beside you on the bed, attached to your ring finger in between its cords. Admittedly, you had some tears in your eyes before falling asleep. You just wanted your man to keep his promises to you, and it broke you when he didn't, especially because you believed he'd call you on time, and you felt stupid for it.

Suddenly, a loud ring from the telephone sent you back to the physical, making you grumble from the shock your body had experienced. After a few seconds of calming yourself down and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you picked the phone up.

"You promised, Sig..." Your voice came out like a whisper, a bit raspy from the sleep, but most of all, sad. He could hear it in your voice—you had been crying.

That alone made him spring out of bed. He hated you crying, especially when he was the cause. It was the worst thing in the world to him, hearing the girl he loved the most cry.

Fuck.

Jackie and the boys had just gotten off stage nothing but an hour or two ago. He had honestly forgotten about his promise to call you. Between the nagging and pressure from Joseph and the constant rehearsal, everything had been slipping his mind lately.

The silence on the other end just made the tears fall harder. "Sig, say something."

It came out softer, almost begging, despite you wanting to sound more serious.

On the other end of the phone, you could hear the regret in his tone, and you could just tell he felt terrible.

"I'm sorry, baby. Fuck, I really am. I lost track of time and Joseph's been on me hard lately, I just-" He stopped, smacking his teeth in frustration.

The frustration wasn't toward you; it was toward himself, toward everything that had been going on lately.

"It's just been a lot right now with Joseph, and he's been riding on us hard, baby, and i-i know that's not an excuse, but-"

"Jackie, baby, slow down..." you urged firmly, slowly sitting up and drying the damp tears.

"I get it," you breathed out. "I promise, Sig... I get it."

Although you were disappointed he didn't keep his promise, you understood, you really did. Not only was everything moving fast for the relationship, but it was moving fast for him, too.

It was silent on both ends for a while, then he let out a soft chuckle. "I'm supposed to be taking care of you, remember?"

That's what annoyed you with him; that's what was becoming another brewing insecurity of yours.

You loved his gentleman nature. You appreciated every little kind gesture he offered, especially since your first relationship wasn't the best, but you were grown (kinda), and he needed to treat you like it.

"Jackie, we need to talk."

Jackie had heard those four words plenty of times. In his mind, they could only mean three things: a break up—which he couldn't even stomach the thought of you breaking up with him, so he was gonna throw that thought away immediately for his sake—another groupie from town messing with you, or you just genuinely wanted to talk.

He was hoping all of this was a joke, and you really didn't want to talk about anything.

Highly unlikely.

But that's what hopes are for.

Jackie took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for whatever your next words were. He completely sat up in the twin-sized hotel bed, taking a few more breaths. Honestly, he had never been so scared.

On the other end of the phone, you were just as nervous. This would be you guys' first real relationship discussion. You talked about things, but never things that you might disagree on.

You both could agree that Joseph was pushing him and the boys too much.

You both could agree that the fame was a lot and would take getting used to.

You both could agree that the fans were crazy as hell.

But this was something entirely different. Jackie was raised to view women a certain way. Thank god most of those teachings didn't make their way into his adulthood, but some of them did, such as treating women as if they were delicate beings who weren't capable of sex.

"Jackie, I don't want this to sound weird, or like I don't appreciate you or anything, because I do, but-"

Every other word after that sounded like gibberish. He could feel his heart sink right there.

She's done with me. That's all he could think of in that moment. His baby was done with him. The girl he planned on marrying was done with him.

He tried not to cry, tried, but the tears kept coming. He roughly wiped each one away with a swiftness.

That was another thing from childhood that seeped into his adulthood.

You carefully calling out his name was what snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Sig?... Sig, are you there?"

"Baby, were you listening to me?"

He panicked. "Umm, yeah baby, I was listening."

You smacked your teeth. "Jackie, I'm not a baby, we just talked about this."

The more and more you went on, your voice got higher and more passionate.

"I'm your woman. I'm a woman, Jackie, and I'd like it if you stopped acting like I'm a baby because I'M NOT! I'm a woman, a grown woman, and I'd like to..."

You paused, searching your head for what you'd like to do. The list was long, but as of late, the top one on the list was finishing him.

"I'd like to suck your dick without you telling me to get up right when you're about to cum."

He honestly let out a sigh of relief. You guys weren't in high school anymore, and admittedly, he's been waiting on you to bring it up instead of him. He didn't want to seem like he was using you to get off.

Finally, he could relax.

He sat back against the headboard and smiled. "Baby, why didn't you say something sooner?"

"You had me thinking you were breaking up with me or something."

That made you laugh.

"Sig, why would I break up with you? You're the best boyfriend a girl could ever have."

"Oh yeah?" he teased.

Even though you couldn't see him, you could tell his praise-junkie self was showing all 32s."Yeah, Sig, you're the best boyfriend ever."

By that point, your tears were dried, your feet were swinging in the air as you laid on your stomach, and the phone was clutched close to your ear.

It was silent for a couple of seconds before an idea popped up in your head.

Although you couldn't suck his dick at this very moment for obvious reasons, you both could play with yourselves.

Before a few days ago, you'd never done it, but you were curious. After asking a few girlfriends about it, you tried it out, and it was... amazing, to say the least.

"Baby, I wanna try something with you," you said it softly, but firm, just like your friends told you

Lately, they had been giving you a lot of tips.

Jackie's head jerked back a bit and his brows immediately perked up at your tone. This was new.

"Oh yeah?" His tone was teasing. "Whatchu got up your sleeve?"

On your side of the phone, your head was resting against the headboard, while your lacy panties were long forgotten, hanging from your right ankle.

Jackie could tell what you were up to, so he eagerly stood from the bed, ditched all his articles of clothing, and—being sure to lock the room door—plopped back down on the mattress.

You could hear him moving around through the phone, making you giggle a bit.

"Eager, are we, Sigmund?"

He didn't hear anything you were saying on the other end; he had already gotten started, stroking his dick from base to tip, squeezing each time he got to the head, and groaning low and soft.

"Talk to me."

It was a low demand, but a demand nonetheless.

You took a deep breath. You'd never done this before, but your friends had kinda given you some ideas of what to say.

On your side of the phone, your head was against the headboard, your lacy panties, long forgotten, hanging from your right ankle.

Jackie could tell what you were up to, so he eagerly stood from the bed, ditched all articles of clothing, and, being sure to lock the room door, plopped back down on the bed.

You could hear him moving around through the phone, making you giggle a bit.

"Eager are we, Sigmund?"

He didn't hear anything you were saying on the other end; he had already gotten started, stroking his dick from base to tip, squeezing each time he got to the tip, and groaning low and soft.

"Talk to me."

It was a low demand, but a demand nonetheless.

You took a deep breath. You'd never done this before, obviously. Your friends had kinda given you some ideas of what to say.

Awkward at first, you tried to use your voice just like how your friends told you—low and confident—but it came out shaky and nervous.

"Stroke it for me..."

You cringed at your own words.

"Jackie, I can't."

On the other end, he stopped stroking himself and laughed.

"Baby, it was your idea."

You ended up laughing with him. "Stop laughing at me."

He just laughed even harder.

"You're laughing, too."

After both of your ears were filled with each other's laughter, Jackie finally got it together and spoke up.

"How about we do it together?"

You smiled, spreading your legs more.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

He sounded surprised.

You laughed. "Okay, Sig. Yeah, just.... let's finish together."

Jackson 5ive x reader

︎DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is about real people in a fictional scenario. This is a purely creative work and is not meant to offend, or make anyone uncomfortable.

TW: FLUFF, femblack reader was in mind (anyone can still read), I'm sorry if this is sucky 😭

Jackie Jackson

Unfortunately, he was the one who started your obsession with jewelry. Each anniversary, birthday, holiday, and every milestone you've made in your personal career is rewarded with a set of jewelry. Jackie regrets spoiling you like this sometimes, but the way you get that gleam in your eyes and the high-pitched squeals only meant for him gets so addicting that he can't help himself!

So, when you took charge of buying yourself jewelry whenever you two hit the malls, he made sure the bank knew not to alert him on any suspiciously large sums of money being spent because he started this and now, he's facing consequences.

Tito Jackson

The only one out of the five who keeps you on your toes when it comes to buying you jewelry. Not to say he hates buying it, or spoiling you with it, but perse so you don't assume it as much when it comes it his gifts. But if you speak more about jewelry, he's quick to catch on and get you the best from any brand that he knows you favor.

Goes the extra mile to turn a spare room in his house into a walk in jewelry closet meant for you alone. (Has matching guitar picks in your favorite colors.)

Jermaine Jackson

Uses your likeness for jewelry as an apology when he does something wrong. Doesn't work in his favor though, still ends up getting silent treatment. Being the extra Jackson that Jermaine is he buys you jewelry from other countries only. Quote, "You're too good for that local stuff baby."

Still somehow out bling's you with his jewelry during events you go to together.

Michael Jackson

Every time Michael goes out with or without you he somehow always ends up in the jewelry parlor. He doesn't even remember the words, "I'll just take a look—to see if they have matching sets for my Angel!" coming out of his mouth, but Bill does. And that man has invested into more light shoes knowing he'll be the one holding the ridiculous amount boxes of jewelry.

It's even worse when Michael is stuck touring across the world. Apart from you that the only way he can keep himself from jumping in his jet back home halfway through the tour is buying you jewelry in your favorite colors. Even opting to leave his own stuff in the country/state so TSA allows him to bring the overwhelming amount of jewelry back to home.

Marlon Jackson

finds any excuse to buy you jewelry. Like he believes in those anniversary seconds to drop another box set of karat gold/silver in your lap. "Mar, what is this for?" "Oh, don't tell me you forgot our anniversary when I first laid eyes on you, baby?"

Marlon loves to match gold or silver necklaces, watches, or rings with you. He's silently pleased because it's like having a claim over each other without having to say it. "You're cheesing Marlon." "I can't be proud at the way the sun reflects on our love?"

Eavesdropping

A/n: Omg thank you!! I hope I did your request some honor🫶🏾

Contains: Black reader, explicit content, strong language, eavesdropping on sex, fingers in mouth

Summary: Jackie’s brothers being nosy and hearing stuff they shouldn’t.

Now playing: Freak like me - Adina Howard

“Will you be the Yin to my Yang?”

( JACKIE. JACKSON ) ⋆˚࿔

— ᨳଓ . porn with no plot really

contains: swearing, sum roughness, creampie (no preggo dw lol), lil short so sorry its just a blurb

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"That's a real pretty skirt you got there."

Your head lifted from your book, and sure enough, there was Jackie, leaning against the wall like he hadn't a care in the world. Always bothering you when you had some peace.

You rolled your eyes the second you saw him. "Don't you got a tree to bark up, Jackie?"

A slow grin spread across his face, looking far too pleased with himself. "Well, that ain't very nice, y/n."

He walks over, looking like trouble as usual. Afro picked to it's best shape, pants perfectly fitted, and his shirt buttoned. Jackie had a rep around town along with his brothers, but he was a sly one. Always using that smooth talk he's been practicing on every pretty girl he could find willing to listen. He'd tried all that on you before. It never worked. Well, not in the way he wanted. These days he seemed to flirt just to watch you roll your eyes at him, and judging by that grin he always wore afterward, he thought it was the funniest thing in the world. But one day you'd give in.

"Can't be nice to devils," you say shrugging.

"You reading?" He asks stepping over.

"Mhm"

"Mm. Sounds about right."

"What you want?" you asked him.

"You not gonna take the compliment I gave you?" he asks innocently, but you knew his mind was far from innocent. The skirt was pretty, sure, but knowing Jackie, he hadn't brought it up just to be nice. He always had something up his sleeve, and judging by the grin threatening to pull at the corners of his mouth, today was no different.

"Need your help with something" he then says looking around the room.

"Where your brothers at?" You asked mostly because you wanted to hear what excuse he'd come up with.

Jackie sucked his teeth. "Somewhere doin' somethin'."

"Mm-hm."

"I'm serious."

"Sure you are."

He rolled his eyes at you, "I ain't my brothers' keeper."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "You kinda are. You're the oldest."

He loved his brothers so of course what he said was a lie. You watched him shift his weight, hands sliding into his pockets. For a second, he looked almost annoyed that you weren't making this easy. "You gon' help me or not?"

Or not, you thought to yourself. You huffed to yourself and got up.

You walk passed him and into the hallway, you then stop and turn, "Don't try anything Jackie" you tell him before walking. He puts his hands up in a surrender motion, he then follows right behind you. Of course, his eyes happened to glance down every time you walked, he couldn't help himself. You both walk to another room, bunch of stuff, stuff that needed to be thrown out or sold.

"Told you I needed help" Jackie said slightly annoyed looking at the mess.

"Yeah, but i'm the wrong person to call. I'm not getting my hands dirty over this," you tell him looking around.

"Look, you can clean your little hands later. Just help me with this before it gets crowded around here," he says moving some stuff. You rolled your eyes, but slowly eased into helping. You moved stuff around, putting it up on new shelves and tables. You then tried lifting something up, it was heavy, you could pick it up if you wanted to. Luckily you didn't want to.

“Jackie,” you called his name, and he turned around at once. “It’s too heavy. Pick it up for me,” you said, nodding toward the box.

He followed your gesture, then gave you a look like he was trying not to smile. “Bossy,” he muttered, more amused than anything.

Still, he walked over and crouched down to it.

His hands reached first, long fingers wrapping around the edges, palms steady as he tested the weight like it was nothing. The veins along the back of his hands shifted slightly as he lifted it, effortless, like the box had no business being called heavy in the first place.

"This needs to get thrown out anyways, i'll be back" he says walking out the door, leaving it cracked to get back in.

You then turn away and start looking through some old stuff. More books, fans, music notes, just stuff. You lean over to grab something, as you do, it only took a few seconds to hear Jackie's footsteps from the hall. He almost fully walked in, just before his steps stopped. There you were, bent over something, skirt lightly high up, just enough to have your panties show. He stares, just keeping quiet, but you knew he was there. You lightly smiled to yourself. So, you bent over more, pretending to find something. Jackie felt himself grow hard underneath his pants as you did. His eyes were low, he tried being a gentlemen and looked away.

"You need some help over there?" he asks.

He was already moving before you answered, footsteps slow as he came up behind you, careful not to crowd you too fast… even if he ended up closer than he probably meant to be.

“No, why?” you said without looking up.

"Because, you're bent over like you're asking for some help" he says looking at you.

You scoffed to yourself and sat up, "Or maybe, you just can't help yourself."

"Maybe I can't help myself." He closes the door and walks up to you, "You did that on purpose?" he asks you.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you say shrugging at him, but you knew.

"You sure like tempting people," he says tilting his head at you. "Or is it just me?"

"And what would I get out of tempting you?" you asked.

“Don’t know, baby,” he said, voice easy, like it wasn’t nothin’. “Maybe a reward.” He shifted his weight, hands slidin’ into his pockets, eyes still on you.

"And what's this award?" you asked him tilting your head, now you were playing along. For once it was Jackie being teased, but not for long.

"Hm, it involves these hands running down that skirt I love so much," he mumbles to you. Then, he gets closer. His hand lightly ran down your skirt, just like he said. "Maybe a little more," he says. His hand hovered right above your hip, your heart was racing, but you wasn't gonna back out now.

"What if I want more than that? What if I wanna feel your hands lower?' you asked him, and with that his hands went lower, right on your butt. His hands gently caressed through the fabric of the skirt.

"Like this, or you want some more?" he asks looking at you. There it is was, that hunger he's been trynna hide every since he's laid eyes on you. You both looked at each other, then slowly but surely started kissing. You both gave the nastiest yet wettest kisses, its almost as if the tension finally started to settle down between you. Your hands found their way to his face, you held onto him, tasting every bit of him.

His kisses trailed down your neck, sucking some spots then coming back to kiss you. You pulled him back against you, the table bumping behind you.

"Shit, you making this hard," he says between kisses.

You kissed him back fully, "I make that dick hard Jackie?" you ask him. He lets out a low groan hearing you say that, and it was every bit true. As much as he tried being a gentleman, you damn near made it impossible.

"Everytime, want you to come handle it for me," he says grabbing your face now. He shuts you up from any back talk, just kissing your lips. Your hands travel down to his pants, lightly rubbing over his bulge.

"Take it out," he says breaking the kiss lightly.

"Ion need you telling me what to do," you replied smartly. You undid his pants, pulling down just the top. His dick sprung out as if it couldn't wait to feel your fingers over it. You hum lightly as you stroke it from his pants. He let out a small moan from you doing so.

"Don't get flip" he says before making his move to your panties. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your cotton panties and dragged them down your thighs. They were soaked through, clinging for a second before they slipped free. Jackie let them drop to the floor, then spun you around so your hips met the edge of the table.

"You all confident now, just wait" he says his hands rubbing and massaging your sides. Your skirt was still on, just your panties and shoes off.

"With the way you be acting, my expectations is high," you say looking back at him. He chuckled again, looking right at you.

“Mm-hm,” he said, slow. “Look at you talkin’ big now.”

He eased you forward until your palms met the surface of the table. His body pressed close behind you, dick just sliding between your thighs, dark tip right between your slit folds, just teasing. You moan lightly feeling the pressure hit where you needed him most. He gently kisses the side of your face, before letting you relax.

"Pussy just wet" he says. You felt him angle lower, the blunt tip nudging at your entrance before sliding back up with your wetness to tap your swollen clit again. Another soft whimper slipped out of you.

“Jackie…” The word came out half plea, half warning.

He chuckled low. “Yeah, I hear you. Just making sure you’re ready for all this.”

One hand smoothing up your spine. "Easy," he murmured. "I got you."

He pressed forward slow, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you open. Your walls fluttered around him, trying to pull him deeper, but he stopped halfway, holding still so you could adjust to his thickness.

One hand curled around the front of your throat, not squeezing, just enough to tilt your head back so he could hear every sound.

"Shit, that's good," he says to himself, letting you get comfortable with him. “Why you not talkin’ now?” he asks, a small grin tugging at his mouth.

You grunt underneath your breath, you were quiet now, besides the small moans that tickled from your lips.

Your hands focused on the table, keeping balanced. He waited until you were good before he started pushing in n out. Your back arches slowly as he did, you hated to admit it, but damn did he feel good. His dick gave you a whole new reason to sing out, his strokes felt perfect.

"Hmm, good girl mama," he says thrusting his dick, the slickness started filling up the room. His free hand gripped your hip, pulling you back to meet each stroke as he began to fuck your pussy. Your ass smacked against him and he pushed your right up against him.

You moaned at his praise, pussy still clenched around dick. "Mhm-Jackieeee," you moan quietly.

"Hm, I'm here baby" he says before giving you slow strokes giving you a break.

"Don't wanna give you too much," he says before spreading you open some more. His hand lightly smacked your ass, grinning to himself.

"Then again, this what you wanted right?" he asks you. You nod your head slow, back still arched for him. He starts to speed up again, balls hitting right on your clit.

"Oh my gosh, mmhgn-" you say trying to keep quiet.

"I wanna see your face," he says lowly. His fingers gently pulled your head up, making you look back at him.

Your eyes were watery from the pleasure building up inside you, your pussy couldn't take it anymore. He knew, the way your walls were clenching around his thick dick.

"You wanna cum mama?" he asks looking at you, same sly grin on his face.

"Please," you whimpered out to him, "Please let me cum Jackie, I need I need it." He liked this, seeing you so desperately wanting to cum on his dick.

"Ah damn," he says as he feels you flood his dick with your juices, he keeps the same pace, pounding the same spot to keep your orgasm going.

He then felt himself about to cum, "Ready for your reward baby?" he asks you quietly. You moan out quietly as he still thrusted in you. Your ass still pounding against his hips.

"Mhm there we go, gonna cum," he says moaning. He goes deeper in you, then warm cum shoots out from his dick, painting the inside of your womb. He goes slow, giving you every last pound he got, making sure his cum goes deep in you. He stayed pressed close, breathing hard against your shoulder. He then slowly pulls out and watches his nut drip out your pretty pussy. His fingers lightly spread open your lips, he smiles to himself.

"Fuck," you let out a tired groan before sitting up. You were out of breath, but you felt good. You look to him, and lean in to kiss him again.

"Felt good huh?" he says before kissing you back

author's note; this was so short omg lmfao. ignore typos etc 🌚.

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⋮ ⌗ 🏷️┆ sensitive! reader x jackie jackson, smut, oral (m receiving), verbal abuse, intense emotions, secret established relationship.

⋮ ⌗ doleuia┆ur allowed to take inspiration, but pls dont copy my entire work or republish it, not proofread. robbed yall from the full smut just bc im so mf lazyyy sorry.

"you ain't hitting that turn sharp enough, jackie. i saw you on the tape from the show you sloppy, and if you sloppy, the whole line looks sloppy!"

joseph’s voice rang through the bedroom, booming with a harsh, heavy weight as you sat crouched inside the dark, cramped space of jackie’s closet, surrounded by the heavy scent of his cologne and the slick fabrics of his stage shirts, you pressed your hands over your ears. through the slats of the closet door, you could see the rigid silhouette of jackie standing perfectly still, listening to his father rant on how he wasn't doing good enough.

"i didn't bring us all this way from gary for you to get soft now. you're the oldest. you need to act like it."

the finality of his words was followed by the slam of the bedroom door, leaving a tense silence.

the moment the door slammed, the tightness in your chest snapped. being an empath in a house full of suppressed tension was exhausting but hearing joseph speak to jackie with such cold cruelty really cut right through you.

a visible sadness washed over your face, your lips trembling into a heavy pout as you sat in the darkness.

you forced yourself to swallow down your tears, blinking furiously because you knew how much jackie hated to see you cry it only added to the burden he was already carrying.

the closet door swung open, flooding the small space with the warm amber light of his bedroom. jackie stood there, his chest still heaving slightly, but the moment his eyes fell on your pouted face that looked like you were going to break down at any second his own tense expression fell.

without a word, he reached down, gripped your waist gently, and pulled you out of the closet and straight into his chest.

"c'mere baby, i swear this gon' stop soon," he murmured, his voice softening into that protective, low tone he only used when you two were completely alone.

you buried your face in his shirt, entirely crumbling as a quiet sob escaped you. he held you tightly, letting you cry against his steady heartbeat for a long moment before gently pulling back, his large thumbs sweeping across your cheeks to wipe away the tears.

he looked down at you, clearly thinking your sensitivity was about the exhaustion of your hidden relationship and having to shove yourself into a dark closet just to see him. but you shook your head as more tears continued to spill. "no, no no, jackie! i hate the way he talks to you, it's not fair."

jackie blinked, caught completely off guard by the fact that your tears weren't for yourself, but for him. a small, faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a defense mechanism he used to brush off reality.

he reached out, his warm fingers gently wrapping around your chin to tilt your face up so you had no choice but to look directly into his eyes. "that aint nothin' to cry for," he murmured, his thumb stroking your jawline in a slow, reassuring rhythm. "i been stop letting what that man say get to my head, y/n. it's just business. i'm tough enough to take it."

he spoke the words with total calm, but you knew him better than that. in his household, emotions were treated like a liability. showing vulnerability meant you were weak, so jackie had spent his whole life building a wall around his feelings to protect his younger brothers.

you leaned forward colliding your lips as jackie's mouth moves over yours with a deep focus. it feels heavy, breathless, and reassuring, full of a solid, grounding heat that leaves you needy.

as he gave your chin a gentle squeeze, trying to wrap up the emotional moment with a quick glance at his wrist, he read the late 10s. "i gotta start getting you home before it gets too late, baby doll."

but looking at the subtle tiredness around his eyes, you weren't buying it. instead of moving toward the door, you slowly dropped to your knees on the carpet right in front of him. you wanted to take care of him, to give him the same overwhelming, selfless comfort he had given to you around two months ago when he first loved you with his mouth.

you looked up at him, your hands resting gently on his thighs. "please, jackie," you begged softly, your fingers beginning to slide up and down the rough denim of his jeans, rubbing his thighs in a slow, tempting rhythm.

jackie instantly caught your drift, his eyes darkening as he let out a low breath, shaking his head. "we gon' have to save that for another time, angel. I don't need that to feel better... I feel better with you just right here."

"I want to." jackie let out a strained laugh, trying to back down but clearly wavering as his hands came down to rest on your shoulders. "no. you don't even know what to do, little miss 'j-jackie! I think I'm bout' to pee,'" he mocked the panicked words from your very first orgasm.

your cheeks flared a bright crimson, and you slapped his thigh playfully. "It was my first time, that's not even funny!" you pouted, but you didn't move. you looked straight up into his eyes, letting your expression soften into a wide, doe-eyed gaze, your voice dropping to a whisper. "i'm serious. please, jackie? please?"

the heavy silence of the bedroom returned, thick and charged, as the soft carpet pressed against your knees. jackie's large hands stayed anchored on your shoulders, but his grip had shifted from a firm, defensive hold to something much more breathless. he looked down at you, his chest rising and falling beneath his patterned button down shirt as your hands continued their slow, rhythmic contrast against the rough denim of his jeans.

"you real stubborn, you know that?" he murmured, losing every ounce of its previous playfulness. the teasing grin was completely gone, replaced by a dark, intense focus that made your heart skip a beat.

he didn't pull away this time. instead, jackie slid his hands from your shoulders down to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling gently into your hair. the warmth of his palms grounded you instantly.

slowly, he leaned back slightly against the edge of his mattress, parting his thighs just enough to invite you closer into his space.

for as long as your relationship had gotten sexual, jackie had only gone down on you twice. you had absolutely enjoyed both times, but you didn't want your routine to just be him pleasing you and leaving with nothing. thats why you were going to make sure you did this right.

jackie bit down on his lip, watching you, his angel, about to work the magic he didn't even know you had but you continued to surprise him as you reached for the sturdy silver button of his jeans. the contrast between his heavy, muscular frame and your naturally soft, sensitive nature always felt magnified, but seeing the sharp line of his jaw relax left you to pop his pants button, the metallic click sounding incredibly loud in the quiet room, followed by the slow scratch of the zipper descending.

you pulled down his jeans, gazing at the bulge that was completely defined now that it was out of the denim. moving closer, you placed your teeth right on the hem of his boxers, sliding them down slowly as you remained locked in intense eye contact.

"mm, where you learn that from, gal?" he asked, his voice thick and strained. out of all his relationships, he’d never seen that trick before. you were completely amazing him, and your mouth wasn't even on his cock yet.

but as you finished pulling down his briefs, you let out a sudden yelp. The soft slap of the heavy, dark length of him spring free from the elastic of his boxers against your cheek.

jackie's protective worries kicked in instantly, his eyebrows knitting together but before he could apologize or pull back, you let out a low, soft giggle of approval and liking, letting him know you were completely okay.

"you full of surprises, huh?" he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. his brown eyes fixed on yours with a desperate, unblinking intensity.

you didn't answer with words. instead, you leaned in closer, your sensitive nature making you aware of every single shift in his body. the way his thighs twitched beneath your palms and the heavy, uneven pattern of his breathing. slowly, deliberately, you leaned forward and let the tip of your tongue brush against the very top of him.

"fuck..." he gasped, his voice cracking. jackie's head snapped back against the mattress behind him, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat.

a low, hungry sound vibrated in your throat, your lips parted, forming a soft 'O' and the friction of your soft lips as you took him in beginning to move your head in a slow, steady rhythm.

his eyes flew open to find yours again, desperate to keep that intense eye contact you’d started. right there... yeah, just like that," he whispered, his smooth charm completely reduced to breathless, desperate praise. "you're doing so good, angel. so good for me."

hearing his praise only made you bolder. you used your hand at his base to stroke the length while your mouth worked the top, mimicking the rhythm you had felt jackie use once. every time you went a little deeper, jackie’s chest would heave, his abdominal muscles tightening under his unbuttoned shirt as he absorbed the pure, unadulterated pleasure you were giving him.

the silence of the room was entirely replaced by the quiet, wet sounds of your affection and jackie's deep, stuttered breathing.

watching the flush creep up on your cheeks, completely captivated by the devotion in your gaze but as the friction began to take its toll, his breath hitched permanently as slid you slid your mouth off him with a slow, wet drag, a thin glisten of saliva trailing from your bottom lip to your chin as your thumb swept over the sensitive head.

jackie became completely captivated your gaze as the friction began to take its toll, his breath hitched permanently, his hips shuddering as he hit his limit.

"hold on, hold on, thats it baby," jackie panted, his hands suddenly gripping your shoulders to gently but firmly pull you back. he was shaking, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with heat and a profound, overwhelming tenderness.

he reached down, his fingers trembling slightly as he hooked them under your arms and lifted you off the floor, pulling you up onto the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your flush against his chest as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

"i can't let you finish me like that, not when it's your first time," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling vibration against your skin as his heart hammered.

he squeezed you tight, a long, deeply contented sigh leaving his lips. "just let me hold you like this for a minute. you did perfect, baby. more than perfect."

Jackie Jackson(27) x Blackfem!reader (30)

︎DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction depicts a real person in a fictional scenario. Nothing included in this story is implied to be accurate. This is a purely creative work and is not meant to offend, or make anyone uncomfortable.

TW: Fluff, I think I dragged it out (so sorry), not proofread, the other requests will take awhile 🫰🏾

"She has him hypnotized!", "He doesn't know what he wants!", "shouldn't you be with someone... younger?" Jackie heard that and so much more every day after making the best decision of his life. Falling in love with one of Hollywood's A-list actresses, (Name) (Lastname).

A woman who knows her worth and made it known she wouldn't set up her career for a little fresh tail like Jackie, but he always was a little hardheaded when it came to something someone he wanted bad.

And eventually that hardheadedness won you over which—unfortunately—the public couldn't handle. But Jackie wasn't one to care about what the public thought especially when he had a fine piece like yourself in his arms. Until that same public frenzy interfered with your privacy you protected and cherished before he came.

Parasocial fangirls his age and younger harassing your phoneline to berate you for stealing their nonsexist chances. Tabloids doing 360s from praising your latest movie to assumption varying from; you chasing your prime with men younger. But the final straw was when it got to you—

Laying in your California King size bed with nothing but the cover across his lap, Jackie watched you sit at your vanity with so much love that couldn't be contained in his body. So, obviously with his watchful gaze he saw that furrow between your brows. How your hands stopped a little longer than usual at small but present wrinkles that Jackie would kiss on every time to get on your nerves.

"What's troubling you, honey?

"You."

"Well that's not what I heard last night under me-" His recap was cut short as he had to duck the cushion of the stool you sat on. "I'm serious Jackie!" you rebuttled with a quiver to the usual powerful voice that was yours. Others would take it as you still waking up, but not Jackie. Never him. Never the man that always has a copy of your schedule drilled into his brain, or always quick to match your colors even if the two of you are going to completely different events.

Now dressed into some sweats, Jackie indulged you in the warmth that was his arms. Planting kisses to your temple, " 'aight tell me what I did. I'm listening to you." He soothed, holding you by the hips, and rubbing circles while getting you finally to meet his eye.

"I'm sorry... It's not you, but what your fans- or the tabloids are saying." That struck his heart, the way you covered your mouth with tr in your hand to hide the hurt that was the public that built you, now crush you. Opening his mouth to squash any negative thoughts that were swirling in your head about yourself the phone rang.

He was going to ignore it until that sharp look came onto your face. You were never one to give your feelings a second the breath. "Fine, one- one minute and then we'll talk." Jackie slowly backed up to the loudest thing in the room.

Bumping into the desk while hold a finger up to express how serious he was to have this talk. "Hello?"

"Jackie, man where are you?!"

"Jermaine?"

"Nah, it's your mother– yes it's Jermaine!"

"What's the matter? Why ya fussing?"

"Because your the only black behind not here for the interview!!"

Yes, Jackie may remember your schedule like his birthday, but he has a terrible habit of forgetting his own which ends with him always being the last to show.

"Shit- you gave him a pointed look from across the room—I-I mean i'm on my way!" Slamming the phone, Jackie rushed into the bathroom to shower. "What's the matter?" "I'm late for a interview with my brothers! I'm sorry baby, really we'll talk when I come back!"

Grabbing a nice suit that hanged inside your closet for rare often occasions he would be late for these things. Hooking it on the doorknob inside the bathroom you sat backing bed. "It's fine, I don't want you thinking to much about it Jackie."

But he did the complete opposite. No answers to the questions spewed at him by the interviewer were forming in his head. Not until they're asked about their girlfriends, quick to snatch the mic out of a cheesing Marlon's hand.

"You all may know my beautiful, knowledgeable, talented, emotionally powerful—"

"Get it on wit' Jackie!"

"Alright, alright! You may all know that as my girlfriend, (Name) (Lastname), and you may all think that i'm not happy with where I am in that relationship because of older lil' piece. But i'm not. In fact i'm over the moon everytime I get the reminder that she picked me. Took the risk aware that her career could be jeopardized for loving me. But she still did it. And I need you all to get a grip that i'm the one with that older, and much experienced piece of work on my arm. Not you."

The audience erupted, some in protest and others in approval of his descion to speak on the matter of your relationship. But mostly at the mans sentence that could leave so much to the imagination.

"She is gonna kill you for that Jackie." Michael shook his head in disbelief as they were escorted backstage to go home.

𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘 𝙚𝙮𝙚 - 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 (𝙗𝙛!𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙜𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

bf!jackie jackson x gf!reader

backstory: interview goes wrong

type: angst

warnings: none

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divider creds: @kthice @strangergraphics

I was all over her

A/n: omg thank you!!! i love that song so bad. This one really tugged my heart strings and I’m not even good at angst but hope i did good!! Im also a college student guys I may be slow with requests and other stories, sorry!

Contains: black reader, suggestive content, desperate!Jackie, angst, he just wants love💔

Summary: Jackie is in love…with someone who doesn’t love him back.

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