#the commodores

Nightshift 

(Jackie Jackson x BlackFem!Reader)

Inspired by @julangeas on TikTok (go follow her now!!! #jackiefc) 

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ Content: includes… use of Y/N, use of pet names, use of “ma/mama/mamas,” frenemies to lovers, use of guns, smut,  oral (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, dumbification, praise kink, degradation kink, unprotected p in v, cunnilingus. I think that's abt it Notes: for my first fic on here it's pretty damn long but give it a min people, a VERY happy ending is instore

Synopsis: It’s 1986 Miami; Jackie decides to finally ask you out after months of pining over you the moment you joined Miami PD. Well, it’s a date! ... What could possibly go wrong?

Word Count: 4.3k

╰┈➤ You were so nervous; it wasn’t like you at all. You’ve been on dates before, but there was just something about Jackie that sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t stand him most of the time; he was bossy, big-headed, and a jerk sometimes, and so, frequently, you butted heads with him. And at the same time, he cared for you; late nights doing paperwork, he’d slide a mug of coffee over to you. When everybody else in the precinct was giving you flak for a case that went wrong, he stood by your side. 

So when he approached you at your desk two days ago, swamped with work, asking you in his most gentle voice

“Y/N? I was wondering if I could . . . maybe take you out Thursday night . . .”

You looked up at him and scoffed in disbelief

“You being serious right now?”

“As a judge," he replied, a little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You looked him up and down before nodding but then saying something else

"Seriously, Jackie. It's a date?”

“It's a date mamas—"

“Don't call me that.”

“Alright.” He looked down at his feet, holding in a laugh. You wrote something with your pen and Jackie began to walk away before you cleared your throat; he turned around

“Pick me up at eight, alright? You know where I live, right?”

“I do.”

“. . . See you then, Jackson.”

The memory faded when you heard a knock on the door; you stood up immediately, brushing off an imaginary piece of lint off your dress. You run to your bathroom mirror, checking your outfit and makeup one last time. You had on a wine-coluored off-the-shoulder puffed-sleeved dress that hit right above your knees with matching black pantyhose and your black suede pumps. You touched up your lipstick before grabbing your purse on a nearby chair and walking to the door, and the knocks got louder. 

“I'm coming, damn!” You shouted before opening the door, and there Jackie was in all his glory. He styled his Jheri curls and had on a cream blazer with matching dress pants, black shoes and a soft yellow dress shirt underneath. He always loved him some yellow. The top three buttons were left open to give you a peek at what was under all the getup. He gave a soft smile, looking at you looking at him. You blinked and looked him up and down one more time.

“You clean up real nice, Jackson,” you chuckled as you stood holding onto your door handle

“I could say the same thing, looking beautiful as ever Y/N,” he smiled before clearing his throat to speak again,

“Well, are we gonna have the date by your door, or are we going to leave?” Jackie grinned; you couldn't help but smile too. You locked your apartment door and followed Jackie down the stairs till you both were out front. He pulled his keys from his pocket, and the headlights blinked. You both walked towards it. You took slow steps, circling the sports car in awe running your hand against the hood, laughing,

“You treat me kindly, Jackie. Brought out the Ferrari just for me?”

“Well, you’re with me tonight, so we're gonna be riding in style,” he responded smoothly. You weren't paying attention to his words, the white Ferrari Testarossa had captured it. 

“C’mon Y/N, go on in.” He opened the passenger door for you, and you slid in, sitting comfortably on… whew… leather. He wasn't playing around tonight. Before you knew it, he got in the car too, and soon you two were on your way to the restaurant. You were busy looking out the window, watching buildings blur by.

Gosh, it was so damn awkward; if it was work, you’d be at each other’s throats.

"So… you mind if I put on some music?” He says, looking over at you for a quick second

“Nah. As long as you don’t play anything lame.”

“Whatchu call lame ma?” The nickname makes you actually turn and look at him, 

“You.” You say it straight up, and he chuckles.

"You're making it so hard for me to be nice tonight…” he trails off before popping a cassette into the player. You immediately recognized the smooth bass, and you started humming along. Then you heard the confirmation

Marvin… he was a friend of mine

And he could sing a song

His heart in every line

You looked at Jackie, all shocked. “Shut up. This one of my favourite songs!” Immediately your energy was all pumped up, sitting up more in the seat and singing a bit. He responded, “I heard you singing it a few times,” smiling that easy smile. You couldn’t deny it; he was sort of sweet, stupid, but sweet.

Say you will sing your songs

Forevermore, evermore

“GONNA BE SOME SWEET SOUNDSS COMING DOWN ON THE NIGHTSHIFTT,” you hollered, snapping your fingers and bobbing your head along to the beat satisfied. Jackie shook his head in disbelief, keeping his eyes on the road. He liked that you were smiling and having fun, a far contrast from how rigid you were when you got in the car. You were smiling incredibly hard, singing the lyrics as if you were in the writer’s room. He started singing along too, your joy was infectious 

Gonna be some sweet sounds (sweet sounds)

“SWEEEEET SOUNDSSS” you weren’t bothered with singing it ‘properly’ at all. “Girl shut up” he exclaimed laughing, you didn’t listen to a word. “Try and do it,” you retorted and he looked at you with a very surprised but intrigued look before smiling again, you noticed that look. It sent sparks down to your core. “I’m just sayin’, you lose your voice singing like that,” you just hummed. 

The song was over and as it faded out, the car finally stopped in front of the restaurant. You raised an eyebrow, thinking to yourself

“What’s your deal Jackson?” 

You let go of the thought, wanting to get out of the car, but you didn’t know how to unlock the door. Jackie had already stepped and made his way to your side, opening the door for you and offering his hand to help you out. You look up at him glaringly before taking it, he closed the door, still not letting go of your hand. Jackie threw his keys to the valet, letting you step up on the curb before the entrance

“Take care of her for me, will ya?” he said before giving back his attention to you. He had a strong but gentle grip on your hand, you had to say something,

“You know, I ain’t fragile,” you looked up at him and he looked in your eyes before responding.

“Just being gentlemanly, mama,” and he took your hand and kissed it. A heat spread across your body, and you couldn’t let him win, “Man let’s just go inside.” You fumbled with your words pulling your hand from his and he scoffed. As you stomped inside, he was right behind you, hand at the small of your back. You both got seated at the table; Jackie pulled out your chair and once you were seated, he pushed up your chair, you muttered a “thank you” and he went to his chair. 

“Good evening. What would you like to start with?” A young waiter came over with a polite smile, you both responded. Jackie ordered a lobster bisque, and you joined him. “And for your main?” the waiter jotted down on their pad,

“I’ll have the sirloin steak, done, well done” Jackie says before diverting his attention to you. “Excellent choice sir,” the waiter mutters, “And for the lady?” 

Jackie interrupted, “Perhaps a salad?” You pursed your lips before responding “Perhaps not, I’ll have the blackened redfish and the jambalaya for the side.” The waiter nodded before taking your desserts then going to the kitchen. 

“Salad Sigmund?” The name makes him look up.“Sigmund? That’s new.” You sucked your teeth at him. The tension eased slowly, and a conversation flowed naturally, talking about work, which Jackie did not want to do; he then started inquiring about your love life, which you reversed back onto him.

 Normally, Jackie took great pride in his flings and girlfriends, bragging up and down the precinct about how he laid with the hottest women in Miami night after night. Anytime he did bring up those girls, it was with the intention of getting you jealous, and he succeeded most times; you always felt a little pang in your heart. 

Tonight it was different,

“I wanna hear all about you tonight baby,” and he looked at you with a type of gentleness and expressiveness; you couldn’t help but feel your body relax staring at them. “Well, my love life isn’t interesting. A guy here and there” 

“You good in bed?”

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

You chose to pretend you didn’t hear that question and the date was going well; you two were talking, connecting, and actually understanding each other a bit more, you even found out that he was big on collecting vinyls and cassettes. Cute. You both were in the middle of finishing your main courses when you saw a face in the reflection of your glass, you narrowed your eyes, picking out the features. Jackie noticed, 

“Something wrong?”

“Table 3 by the door.”

He looks up and looks across the room finding exactly who you were talking about, lean built, shades on, narrow nose. “Navarro.” You both said at the same time. 

Luis Navarro was a big problem for Miami police; he was a central figure in drug trafficking connecting Miami, the Bahamas, and Bermuda. Could never catch him no matter what but he always left a trail of crumbs, Jackie cleared his throat calling over the waiter for the check that he handled as quickly as possible, even leaving a generous tip. He took his blazer off the chair and stood up first, putting it back on and pulling out your chair, you huffed a short breath that sounded like laughter. As you both started to walk, it seems as if Navarro noticed you both and ran out, Jackie followed quickly

“Miami PD!” he yelled, watching as Navarro took off in a black Porsche. The valet brought the Ferrari around and immediately Jackie pulled your door, and you got in fast. As soon as he got in, he started the engine and started chasing down the Porsche. You watched him, his jaw was set, eyes narrowed. Oh, he was mad. His foot was on the gas, hot on Navarro’s track. When you both finally came to a halt, parking right in front of a warehouse.

 He killed the engine, taking out his service pistol, a Beretta M9, from under his seat before turning to you. 

“Stay in the car.”

“I’m a detective too—”

“Stay in the damn car. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He said finally, closing the door before running into the unknown place. 

You stared out the windshield watching him disappear, and you kissed your teeth, angry. This could solve everything with that drug empire if you both caught Navarro, but no, Detective Sigmund ‘Can’t Do No Wrong’ Jackie Jackson is gonna get all the credit when, if it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t be inside there. You grumbled, playing with your nails that were a pretty nude colour. 

About five minutes passed and you weren’t gonna take it anymore, you dug in your purse and pulled out your own pistol, a SIG Sauer P226. You then started fiddling with the door hoping to see something, this car didn’t make any sense to you, you soon found the latch and the door swung open. You were out quick and closed it as gently as possible, if it was messed up you’d never hear the end of it.

You started moving fast but carefully as you neared the warehouse, looking around before stepping into the dark abyss. The place was filled with crates from top to bottom, you steadied your mind as you continued walking. As your heels clicked on the concrete ground, carrying you further and further, there were a few windows allowing the moonlight to give some light. You spun around when you heard a clang behind you, your arms stretching out wielding the pistol carefully, you kept walking backwards then you bumped into someone’s back.

 You turned around and steadied your gun and then you noticed, 

“Jackie?” You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding

“Y/N? Thought I told you to stay in the car.” 

“And let you have all the fun, ha, no.” 

You both had your backs against each other as you circled the area, holding the pistols closely. A loud sound rang out and your eyes followed the direction and then you heard some low chatter, you hid behind a large crate, signaling Jackie to come closer. The movement repeated, and before you knew it, you both had surrounded Navarro.  

You moved and he noticed the shadow then he saw you. After that he tried to punch you. You dodged skillfully before giving one back straight to his jaw; he groaned in pain, looking down at the floor, and then Jackie butted him in the back of his head with the grip of his gun, and Navarro fell straight to the floor. You both didn’t have cuffs but luckily there was a rope on the ground right where he fell.

“Luis Navarro, you are under arrest, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult with a lawyer before and during questioning and to have them present while you are being questioned. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you by the state…” Jackie stated matter-of-factly as he pulled the rope tightly around Navarro’s hands. 

“I’m still mad you didn’t stay put,” he smiled and you rolled your eyes with a scoff.

The sirens wailed as you two stood by the cop cars, two sergeants, and the chief came over and congratulated both of you for doing what was impossible. As you both walked away to Jackie’s car, you felt a sharp pain in your ankle and Jackie saw your face.

“You alright mama?” He stopped, scanning your face with genuine concern. You hummed, “Yeah ‘m aight–”

“No, you ain’t. Your ankle?” You nod in response immediately. “Must’ve twisted it when I was running after you.” Jackie sighed almost upset, “Navarro ruined our night, now I let you get a sprained ankle, I gotta take you back to my place.” You looked at him sharply, “Nuh uh, take me home–”

“Girl your place is halfway across the city, mine ain’t that far. Please, let me make it up to you.” His voice dipped a bit lower than normal, and you reluctantly agreed. Once you said yes, he got giddy.

“Oh fuck, ma–” Jackie groaned, mouth agape looking down at where your mouth met his cock, you were sucking the life out of him, taking in as much as you could while holding your breath, before pulling back to his tip. You used your hands to work the base while you pulled off and kissed his tip, giving kitten licks.

“Girl, stop playing with me…” He grabbed you by your hair, forcing his cock back into your mouth and he started thrusting his hips upwards. “Soft fucking mouth,” he mumbled, biting his lower lip and looking down at you. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you ignored them, bobbing your head up and down while using both hands to work him. He stopped thrusting, the sensation too overwhelming to continue. 

When he slowed, you took him out of your mouth for the final time, still pumping him, and went and started sucking on his balls; a loud, pathetic sound escaped his mouth. When you heard that noise, you looked up at him, head tilted back, eyes shut, chest tight; he was close. The sound and scene made you unreasonably wet, you felt your panties cling to you tighter than before. 

“Ma–baby–’ma cum, want your mouth, please.” He begged, you never stopped pumping him and as soon as the warmth of your mouth welcomed him, he came. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he moaned, spilling into your mouth, eyes wide open, looking down at you. Jackie pulled his now softening cock out of your mouth and watched as you eagerly swallowed everything he gave you. “C’mere…” he motioned, pulling you up from your knees before bringing you in for a kiss. Jackie kissed you deeply, tasting himself on your lips, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Turn around,” he mumbles, licking his lips and you did, he pulls down the zipper of your dress and slowly undresses you, watching how your skin was slick with sweat and the curvature of your backside. The dress was off, and then he unclasped your bra, throwing it aside. His big hands then went to cup your breasts, and he flicked your hardened nipples just to see how you’d react, and you did by throwing your head back and releasing a soft gasp. He chuckled in response, his hands traveled down your body, and when he felt your pussy, you were soaked. 

“All for me baby?” He whispered in your ear, the hot breath tickling you. He had his hands on your waist, guiding you to the bed, and he pushed you onto the mattress softly. Jackie went on his knees at the edge of the bed, pulling you by your legs so that your pussy was front and center. He pulled off your pantyhose, then dragged off your panties with his teeth getting a whiff of your natural musk. 

Your body trembled,

“Move faster man…” you muttered, breathing out short, harsh breaths. He was teasing you too much. “Damn, every part of you so damn pretty,” he exhaled before giving you a light kiss right above your clit. Jackie was hypnotized by your pussy; he spread you open with his hands before diving face-first into you. He gave quick, short licks to your clit before spitting on it for additional lubrication. He moved down, giving long licks from your entrance right to your clit, lapping up your wetness. The flat of his tongue as he licked had your body trembling, and then he decided to push a finger inside, working you gently before adding another.

“Hngh fuck Jackie!” You exclaimed as he started to suck on your clit while pumping his fingers in and out of you, hitting your spot every time. Your eyes were crossed, and your mouth fell open in a ‘o’ shape; he was finally putting his mouth to good use. He slowed down the movement of his fingers, moving unbelievably slow before removing his mouth, looking up at you. You looked at him, his lips were glistening with your juices, the eye contact while his fingers were still inside was wrecking you, and your reaction made his dick get harder and harder. 

“You feel good ma?” He asked, now using his thumb to rub slow, painfully so, circles on your clit. You let out a pitchy moan in response, and you felt that familiar knot building up. “Jackie—your mouth, put it back. ‘M close,” you gritted out. He obliged and went back down, pulling out his fingers, just focused on making you come. Jackie used his tongue again, dipped inside your entrance, and your body felt like a taut rope, ready to snap at any given moment. He sucked on your lips and then went back to sucking your clit; you came with a scream. “Jackie!!”

Jackie started to clean you up and you were twitching and trembling. You rolled over, pushing his head away, panting. 

He watched you with a swirl of emotions, then he pulled off his boxers; he flipped you back over and teased the tip of his dick, using your wetness and his pre-cum as lubrication. Dragging it from your entrance to your clip and back and watching your face the entire time. “Nonononono,” you whined; you felt so tender and he just laughed. “C’mon baby, you see how hard I am? Shit, just let me feel you,” Jackie’s voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned over you before giving you a sloppy wet kiss. 

You pulled apart; a string of saliva was connecting your lips,

“Take a deep breath for me baby.” You did and he buried himself to the hilt, bottoming out and groaning as he felt you clench around him. You also let out a noise of your own, this wasn’t your first rodeo, you have slept with guys that were on the bigger side but Jackie was something different, something serious. He started thrusting his hips slowly, holding your legs in the air, and you started making obscene noises. 

“Hnnghhowhfuck,”

“You like that baby? Huh?” He slapped your ass and you let out a whine. Jackie then lifted you up so you were in his arms and you flung your arms over his broad shoulders. He held his hands at your waist as his knees were at the edge of the mattress, bringing you up and down over and over again on his dick. You threw your head back,

“Shitshitshit baby don't stop,” you exhaled, your words just encouraged him to start moving faster. Jackie was grunting, his mouth fell open, in absolute ecstasy. He stopped abruptly, and you whined.

 “W-why’d you stop?”

“Lay down for me.” He pulled you off with a wet sound and you laid on your back, totally cock-drunk. 

“On your stomach…” he mumbled, and you followed his instructions. He climbed on the bed, watching your ass in the air and how deep your arch was. He lined himself up before pushing in,

“Fuck yes!” You exclaimed feeling his girth one more time. Jackie slapped your ass as he thrusted in and out of you, and you were seeing stars. “You so good at taking this dick huh? My fucking pussy.” He ended his sentence with another slap to your ass. You started pushing back, you ass meeting his thrusts over and over again, 

“Where that fucking mouth huh? Thought you hated me. Just a mess on my dick, shit…” he let go of your waist, just watching your ass bounce on him. He slowed down and you whined, chasing the speed from before; he pulled you up by a bunch of your hair and started thrusting sharp and fast into you. It's like he was in your stomach. “Sig-Sigmund—oh shit,” you breathed out, that all too familiar feeling coming again. “What? You gon' cum baby? Cum. Cream on this dick. It's all yours now baby.” His words triggered you, and you came, face buried in the pillows; you let out a growl. And he was still going right behind you, his strokes slowing down to far, deeper ones. 

“Sig-Jackie-I can’t—”

“Sure you can baby.” He responded, absolutely annihilating your pussy with his actions, you reached one of your arms to try and push him off but instead he held your hand behind your back. “Nah, none of that. You gon’ take this dick like a good girl.” You turned your head to the side, you couldn’t even respond despite the fact that your mouth was wide open. He looked at how dazed you were and bit his lip, the way you were clenching around him made him even more aroused and getting closer to that finish line. He pulled out again, with a groan and you let out a needy whine. 

“Fuck, just look at that pussy. So damn creamy, creamin’ all over my shit,” he rasped before leaning down and shoving his tongue in your entrance. He used his thumb to flick your clit as he cleaned up the mess you made. And you? Gone. As he was licking you, he used his free hand to pump his cock. He kissed your lips, before removing his thumb and kissing your clit

“What’s my name baby?” He asked before he went back to sucking on your clit.

“Hmmm…” you moaned, not registering a damn word. He chuckled before getting right beside you at the head of the bed. “Over here baby,” he cooed softly, you eventually looked over at him. He dragged you closer to him, shoving your legs open, watching your pussy twitch anxiously. Jackie made it so you could straddle him and he guided your body as you sank down on him, you both moaned. Slowly, he started to bring you up and down on him, getting into a rhythm you mindlessly followed after a few more strokes. 

You kept on whining and whimpering, 

“‘Smuh,” you babbled out,

“You handling it. Fuck. Doing so good baby, ouhta marry you.” he responded. With you clenching around him and making all those noises, he felt as if he was going to explode. Jackie reached with one of his hands tilting your head down so you could look in his eyes. 

“Yeah, just like that. Good dick making you all dumb. Oh shit…” he felt that tight knot in his stomach,

“Fuck mama, ‘ma cum, fill this pretty pussy till it’s leakin.’” Jackie groaned, his voice getting shaky, and you were right there with him. He wrapped a hand around your throat,

“Shit, shit baby, I’m coming,” Jackie moaned and you felt the warm liquid paint your walls, and the sensation pushed you over the edge for a final time. You let out a whine and collapsed on top of him. He slowly pulled out and watched some of his cum leak down your thigh. You both were heaving, catching your breaths; you laid on his chest for a while, regaining your consciousness. 

When you laid there against his pillow all relaxed, Jackie couldn’t help but stare at you lovingly. You managed to mutter out, turning to him,

“You ain’t shit,” and he laughed. “You weren’t saying that 30 minutes ago mama—” at the mention, you rolled over back turned to him. “Good night Sigmund.”

“Yeah good night too Y/N,” he responded, pulling you closer to him by your waist. He could get used to this.

Their exit follows the departures of Morris Day and Young MC... with some confusion over where C&C Music Factory and Milli Vanilli stand.

By Chris Willman

The Commodores are the latest act to announce their exit from the Freedom 250 concert series set for Washington, D.C. next month, following the declared departures of Morris Day and Young MC from the retro-heavy bill.

The exits have followed quick backlash from fans of these respective artists after the concerts were announced Wednesday morning, with many unhappy that the musicians signed up to perform for an event aligned with a Donald J. Trump-founded organization.

We are the weirdest and the wildest of them all. ✨ 🌑

Milli Vanilli's Fab Morvan said it “turned into a circus,” while Bret Michaels said the event became “much more divisive” than what he agreed to. Meanwhile, Vanilla Ice is still on the bill, because every collapsed political music festival needs a load-bearing Ninja Rap.

It was a joke from the start, just like everything he's attached to.