ᥫ᭡. Hate Me More Jackie. Jackson
synopsis — ᨳଓ . you and jackie haven't been on good terms since the two of you fell out. you've spent months pretending he doesn't exist, but jackie seems determined to remind you that he does. 70s au.
content - old friends, toxic, swearing, pussy eating, fingering, getting dicked down at Hayvenhurst
inspired by @kissmyglxck 🌚
"Remember, I do the type of evil that men do"
"Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too"
- Redman (a 90s lyric in a 70s era LMFAO chill on meeee)
𓏲ꪆ. 𝒯he afternoon was too nice to spend cooped up inside. The sun hung high over the neighborhood, warming the sidewalks as people drifted in and out of little shops, music spilling from open storefronts every now and then. Cars rolled by with their windows down, bass thumping just enough to make heads turn.
You walked between your friends, laughing at whatever story your friends were trying to tell. Every few steps one of you would bump shoulders with another, somebody cutting somebody else off before the punchline could even come out. It was one of those days where nothing felt like a headache.
"Girl, you know he ain't say that," one of your friends scoffed.
"He did!" you laughed, "I couldn't make this up if I tried."
The three of you kept moving down the sidewalk, completely caught up in your conversation, paying no mind to the trouble that was approaching. The low rumble of an engine matched your pace. You didn't think too much of it at first. In L.A., people cruised the streets all the time.
But when the car didn't pass one of your friends glanced toward the street. "…Girl."
You barely looked up, "What?" your smile slowly fading.
"Don't look now…" she said quietly to you, but she kept staring. What was she staring so hard at? Next thing you know a loud horn chirped at you making you jump slightly. That's when you had to turn your head. As you looked it was none other than Jackie. An old friend you used to be close with.
"I know this ain't him," you mutter under your breath, pissed. There he was, window rolled down, arm resting out the window.
"Y/n," he called your name loudly.
Just let the whole world know my name, you thought to yourself. You turned your head back and kept walking with your friends. "So like I was saying..."
"Y/n!" he called out your name again.
"Get out the street dumbass!," you yelled back not bothering to even look at him.
Jackie smirked to himself. "Alright." He killed the engine and climbed out. He shut the door behind him, and started making his way across the sidewalk toward you like you hadn't just told him off. You looked over your shoulder just in time to see him.
He came to a stop in front of you, a grin slowly creeping onto his face like he hadn't just interrupted your afternoon. "You really gon' act like you don't know me?" he asked, tilting his head.
You let out a quiet sigh, looking everywhere but at him. "Jackie… don't start. Not right now, I got enough going on."
"Start what? I was just tryna say hey."
You laughed, but there wasn't anything funny, "You done blew your horn, yelled my name across the whole damn street, parked your car in the middle of traffic, and now you standing in front of me. If that's your way of 'just sayin' hey,' you got issues."
He rubbed his lips together to hide a smile, he was about to speak until you cut him off.
"See that's your problem, always thinking shit funny," you said low to him.
"A man can't smile now?" he asked, shaking his head. "I'm just happy to see you, that's all, Y/n, been a minute." There he went, trying to act all innocent. Like he didn't have anything to do with the reason the two of you weren't speaking in the first place. Like everything between you could just be brushed off with a smile and a few words.
So instead of giving him the reaction he wanted, you decided to change the subject. "How's your brothers? You know… Michael and them?"
You folded your arms, trying to play it off like you were just making conversation. Jackie's smile faded slightly. He tilted his head, studying you for a second before answering.
"....They good," he said. "We still touring and everything. Same ol' stuff."
"Hm, and what about Michael? He good?" you asked him again tilting your head. Jackie raised an eyebrow, watching you carefully.
"Nothing, just seems like you know everyone's name but mine."
You gave him a look, arching your brow. "Because I don't care too much for you, Sigmund."
Jackie scoffed, shaking his head as he looked away for a second. "Yeah, alright."
His eyes drifted past you toward your friends, who were quietly waiting nearby, clearly trying not to get caught watching the two of you go back and forth. He looked back at you, his expression softening just a little.
"I see you got your lil friends waiting on you," he said, nodding toward them. "I'll let you be then."
You didn't answer right away, just watched as he started stepping back toward his car. Of course, even after everything, he still had to leave like he was the one doing you a favor. You should've known better than to think one conversation was enough to get him to leave you alone. Jackie had always been like that, once he got something in his head, there was no talking him out of it. So when you heard the familiar sound of a car pulling up outside your house later that evening, you already had a feeling of exactly who it was.
You looked out the window and immediately sighed.
Jackie was leaning against his car like he had all the time in the world, looking way too comfortable for someone who had been told to leave you alone hours ago. The second he saw you, he lifted his head.
You frowned and stepped closer to the window. "Excuse me?"
You stared at him, waiting for him to realize how ridiculous he sounded. "Jackie.." you started. You rubbed your fingers over your head before continuing, "It's almost funny how you think you can just show up at my house and tell me what to do."
He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "I ain't tellin' you what to do. I'm asking."
"Sounds like you tellin' me....and go where exactly?"
That made you pause. His family's home. A place you used to spend more time at than your own sometimes. A place filled with old memories, before everything between you and Jackie got complicated.
And maybe that's exactly why he chose it.
Jackie shrugged, but you could tell there was more behind it. "Because we need to talk, Y/n."
You crossed your arms, "We already talked."
"No, you talked. I stood there and let you be mad."
"I ain't goin nowhere with you," you barely made it a few steps before you heard him sigh behind you.
"Man, stop all this shit."
You paused. Jackie wasn't someone who raised his voice often. If anything, he was usually the calmer one, the one who laughed things off, the one who tried to keep things easy. So hearing that edge in his voice made you look back.
He ran a hand over his face, clearly trying to keep himself from getting more frustrated.
"I said I need to talk to you," he continued, shaking his head. "And for once, I need you to quit bein' so damn hardheaded and just listen." You opened your mouth, ready to argue back, but Jackie beat you to it.
"Nah, don't do that," he cut in, shaking his head. "I already know that look. You about to say something slick, walk inside, and pretend this never happened."
He let out a quiet laugh, but there was still a little frustration behind it. "I'm not doing this back-and-forth with you all night. You can be mad at me in the car, you can complain the whole way there if that's what you wanna do."
You stood there with your arms folded, eyes narrowed at him. The nerve of him. Jackie had months to do this. Months to try and talk to you, months to fix whatever he thought he could fix. And now he wanted to show up at your house, act like everything was normal, and tell you to get in the car?
You scoffed, shaking your head before turning toward the house, "Mama!"
A second later, her voice called back from inside. "What?"
"I'm going over to Jackie's for a second.... I'll be back."
"Jackie's out there? Tell my baby I said hey!"
You stopped for a moment, looking toward the doorway before rolling your eyes. Of course she did. You turned back toward him with a straight face.
"My mama said go fuck yourself."
Jackie stared at you for a second before letting out an annoyed scoff. "I heard what she said." He shook his head, fighting back a smile. "Tell her I said hey," he leaned off the car and opened the door for you.
You just stared at him, "You're annoying."
"Yeah, but she still likes me."
"You ain't shit," you said before getting in his car. He then slams the door on you rolling his eyes.
The second Jackie pulled away from the curb, it started right back up. "You really got a lot of nerve showing up at my house like this," you said, looking out the window.
The whole drive was filled with old wounds, things neither of you had properly said before, and every little thing that had been building up since the two of you fell out. Jackie tried to keep his cool, letting you get it all out, but you knew him too well. You could see it in the way his jaw tightened, the way he kept taking a breath before answering.
He was trying. But you were pushing him closer and closer to the edge, he was going to handle you soon though.
You both walked through the door. Jackie shoved the front door shut behind you, the slam echoing through the narrow hallway of the house.
"You always think you better than everybody, huh?" he snapped. "Such a Goody Two-Shoes with her fake-ass smile. You ain't shit but a stuck-up little girl playin' grown."
You whipped your head around, staring at him. Now he was mad, but so were you.
"Fuck you, Jackie," you snapped back, eyes flashing as you jabbed a finger at his chest. "At least I ain't gettin' into shit that gon' land me under 2 wheels of a car," you let out a quiet laugh.
Jackie narrowed his eyes at you, "So that's funny y/n?"
You heard about the incident, Jackie was too busy trynna be a player and his woman at the time didn't like it. Ran his ass over with no problem.
"It is. It's actually exactly what you get for sticking your face in problems you don't got no business in. You talk all that noise but you still the same little boy who used to cry when we played tag."
He then grabbed your wrist, yanking you close until your faces were inches apart. "Cry? The only thing I'm 'bout to make cry is that smart-ass mouth of yours. Keep runnin' it and see what happens."
His fustration was written all over his face, his voice was low. You stared him right in the eyes.
"Go on," he tells you lowly.
You had a whole list of things you wanted to say, a million things ready to throw back at him, but the words got caught somewhere in your throat. It seemed like your own mouth got tired of talking back. Your eyes glanced down to his mouth, his lips plump and brown. Jackie saw that, his eyes relaxed at you for a moment.
"You make me so damn mad, you know that?"
And somehow, that was the most honest thing either of you had said all night.
He let out a quiet breath, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I think I finally figured out why you been so mad at me."
You frowned, already knowing you weren't going to like whatever came next. "Oh, really?"
His eyes stayed on yours. "Mhm," His eyes never left yours as he pulled you a little closer, his voice dropping just above a whisper.
"It's because you couldn't have me, at least, not then."
A smug smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he studied your face "Got in your feelings, hm?"
You let out a dry scoff. "That's bullshit, and you know it," you lied straight through your teeth.
"Lyin' don't look good on you."
˗ˏˋ Next thing you know, you were in his room. Nails digged in the clean sheets above your head, back arched as you felt every sensation pushed right on your clit. Your eyes were slightly teary from the tingles. " Jackie gave a soft kiss on your pussy before looking up at you, "It's alright baby, I know how to handle you now."
You sucked your teeth hard, fingers twisting in his hair. "You out here actin' like you doin' me a favor. I could walk out that door right now...and find somebody who actually got somethin' to offer," you spat at him.
Jackie's eyes narrowed at your words, his jaw tightening, but his tongue never stopping up. He circled your clit with slow pressure, sucking it between his lips for a long moment before releasing it with a wet sound.
"Find somebody?" he repeated, anger flashing in his gaze. "Who else gon' put up with your fucked-up attitude? You stay mad about somethin'." he mutters to you.
"Maybe someone better than you, that's for sure. Unless you wanna prove me wrong?" you asked him. You tiredly lifted your head up looking down at him. Even with his head between your legs, you still had some shit to say.
"Close your legs and go find em," he said simply, his breath hot against your pussy as he waited, tongue still resting right there but not moving.
Your thighs stayed open around his head. The challenge hung between you, thick and heavy, but you didn't move to shut them. Jackie's eyes didn't leave yours, waiting for you to actually do it. When you didn't, his tongue finally moved again, slow and steady, licking up your slit with that same controlled pressure.
"...That's what I thought," he said between strokes. "You ain't closin' nothin'."
"Shut up!," you snapped, but your voice came out thinner than you wanted. "I could close them right now if I wanted."
His tongue did a slow swirl around your clit, "It's so pretty...could do this all night" he says almost to himself.
Your pussy twitched hearing him say that, still, you kept your legs wide open for him. "All night?" you laughed, but it came out shaky. "You ain't got the patience for that. You probably already hard as fuck, waitin' to stick your dick in me."
"You got such a foul mouth baby," he chuckles at you. "Look at you.... lettin me taste what you been hidin' under them panties," he shook his head slowly, a disappointed look crossing his face, though the teasing edge in his voice gave him away.
Your grip on his afro tightened, pulling hard enough to make him grunt, but he didn't stop. "I ain't hidin' nothin'," you fired back. "You the one who can't keep his dick in his pants. Everybody know you fuck around with any girl who give you attention. Why the fuck would I want somebody like that?"
"Why you so worried 'bout who givin' me attention hm?" he asks looking up for a second. "I thought you ain't care what I do."
"I-I don't," you mutter out.
He then let out a scoff before going back to your pussy, "And for the record, none of them talk back like you do. That mouth always got some to say, makes it that much sweeter when I got you moanin' instead."
He then took his thumb and rubbed it around your clit, small circles. You let out a quiet moan as you relaxed back in the bed.
“Think you slick ‘cause you down there,” you hissed, voice shaking. “Ain’t nothin’ special.”
He comes to your pussy again and flattens his tongue, he licked a long stripe before he slid two fingers through your wetness and pushes them inside without warning. Your back arched hard off the bed, a sharp curse flying out of you.
He pumped them steady, curling on every pull, still staring you down. "M'Jackie, fuck....please..." slowly but surely, your attitude was melting away. Your toes curled from the feeling. The fight was draining fast, replaced by shaky breaths and the wet sound of his fingers working deeper.
"...Feels so good....," you mutter to yourself. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this good, like, ever.
Jackie slowed the pace of his thick fingers, watching your face soften. “There she go,” he murmured, voice dropping low and warm. “That’s my good girl, takin’ it so pretty.”
A soft whimper slipped out of you. Your eyes fluttered half-shut, the tension in your shoulders melting as he kept praising you.
“Feels better when you stop fightin’ me, don’t it?”
You kept your eyes shut but you let out an annoyed groan, "Just a little…"
He twisted his wrist, thumb brushing your clit in lazy circles while his fingers stroked that spot inside you over and over. Your hips rolled to meet his hand now instead of pulling away. Every pump sent another rush of heat through you, and the slick sounds filled his room. Jackie’s free hand smoothed up your thigh, gentle where his fingers were firm.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “Feelin’ it now, ain’t you?"
"Yeah Jackie, mm, I feel it" you whimpered out.
Your breathing heavy, the pressure coiled tighter with every pump, walls fluttering around him, slick dripping down his knuckles. A broken moan slipped out as your back arched, toes curling harder into the sheets.
He felt the way you clenched, the sudden rush of wetness, and pulled his fingers out. Your hips jerked, chasing the loss, a frustrated whine tearing from your throat as the edge slipped away.
“Nah,” he said, calm and firm, eyes locked on your face. “Not yet.”
You sit up, embarrassed slightly. You couldn't believe the sounds that were leaving your mouth from the actions of Jackie.
"You're such a fucking asshole!" you yell at him.
He smiles and shushes you. His free hand rested on your thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles on your skin instead of where you needed it. "You gonna ride me now, it's the least you could do." Jackie stood and unbuckled his pants, he sat on the edge of his bed.
His dick was thick and hard. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking slow and teasing while he watched you. The motion was lazy, meant to draw you in, which unfortunately it did. The way it pulsed in his hand made your pussy twitch so good. You looked annoyed, brows drawn tight, but your eyes kept dropping to his hand moving up and down his length.
You stepped closer and straddled him, annoyed little huff leaving your lips, "Your Tootsie roll ain't that impressive," you say low against his lips. Jackie didn't argue. Instead, he leaned up and caught your lips in a slow kiss, tongue sliding against yours so you could taste your own pussy on his lips.
"Sit down," he tells you between the kisses, and you do. In one slow motion, your walls flutter around him. Your knees dug into the bed while you tried to find your balance, palms flat on his chest.
"Hm- shit, take your time mama," he tells you. One hand slids up your side, "Probably not used to real dick..," he added under his breath.
Your eyes snapped to his face, glare sharp. You stayed still for a second, letting the words hang there while your pussy squeezed him tighter. Then, you lifted your hips and sank back down, starting to ride him purposeful motions. Your boobies swayed with each movement, Jackie watched in awe. He then leaned forward to press his mouth to one nipple, sucking gently as you kept moving.
Your fingers found his coiled hair as you shoved his face more into your chest. He kept kissing across your skin, lips dragging wet trails over the swell of your breast as he spoke against you. "You still hate me?' he asks still kissing over your chest.
You let out a sarcastic laugh your hips still rolling in that quick pace, "Yeah even worse."
Jackie pulled back just enough to look up at you, eyes locked on yours. His hands went firm on your ass, helping you down onto him again and again. "Hate me , hate me more then," so you rode him faster and harder, his thrusts met with yours on the bed. His right hand slid up from your hip, having his fingers wrapping around the front of your throat, giving a light squeeze.
"Do you hate me that bad you don't wanna cum?"
Your eyes widened, you shook your head, your fingers gripped into his broad shoulders, "N-no, I wanna cum, please." you tried saying normal but it came out as a desperate whimper. Jackie slowed your pace, giving deep but slow thrust underneath you.
"Beggin' now mama?" he asks a little surprised but not really, "Say it again."
"Jackie please alright m'sorry," you told him trying to ride. He held your neck with a firm grip, he then leaned in and kissed your lips, kisses traveling all over your face. You whimpered into every touch, soft and shaky.
“Cum,” he told you, “and look at me when you do, not askin”
He picked up the pace underneath you, thrusting up harder and faster while you clung to his shoulders. Your cries stayed quiet but kept coming, one after another, soft and broken as you kept her eyes locked on his. "F-fuckkkkk!" you cried into his shoulder.
Your pussy clenched hard around him, wet as you came, your cream coating his dick in thick, slick waves.
Jackie groaned at the feeling, the sound rough in his throat. He felt himself about to buss so he pulled out fast. His fist wrapped tight around his dick, and stroked it once, then twice, thick ropes of his cum painted your ass. He kept going until the last spurt landed, then tapped the head of his dick against your sticky skin, flicking the last drops off with lazy little flicks of his wrist.
He then looks at you, looking over your tired expression, he then leans in and kisses your lips.
A while after, he came back with a towel and wiped your ass clean with slow, careful strokes, making sure he got every drop.
"You good?" he asked quietly, voice softer now. His fingers traced over the curve of your hip, then up your spine. "That was a lot."
You stayed on your stomach, face half-buried in the pillow. Your thighs still trembled. "Yeah. Just... give me a minute," you muttered.
He hummed, his big hand rubbing over your ass, "Wore you out huh?"
"Get off me" you say annoyed before smacking his hand from you. "Cant't stand you," you mumbled, but there was no heat in it. You turned your head toward him, eyes half-lidded. "You always gotta talk."
Jackie chuckled and laid next to you, "M'Just checkin' on you. Wanted to make sure you weren't floatin' too far."
Your fingers found his wrist and held it, not pulling him closer, just keeping him there. Jackie stayed quiet, letting the silence stretch. After a moment he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then another, softer one behind your ear.
"Water's on the dresser," he said. "If you want it."
"Mhm," you hummed. "Later."
Jackie shifted closer, his free hand resting lightly on your hip. "You always this stubborn after you cum?"
"Only with you," you answered, voice still soft, thumb stroking once over his wrist. "You make it easy."
He smiled against your shoulder, breath warm. "Hm, that's cute." You stayed like that, fingers loose around his wrist, the heat of his body seeping into yours. After a beat you spoke again, quieter. "Didn't have to pull out so fast."
Jackie lifted his head, meeting your half-lidded gaze. "Oh so you wanted it?" he asks. "Thought you might want to feel it."
"I did," you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "Still do."
His hand tightened gently on your hip. "Next time I won't move then."
"Next time?" you echoed, the corner of your mouth twitching. "You already plannin' that far ahead?"
"With you?" Jackie brushed his thumb over your skin. "Always." You let out a small breath, not quite a laugh, and your grip on his wrist loosened just enough to slide your fingers between his.
"Don't get cocky, i'm still mad."
Jackie sucked his teeth, "Ain't nobody worried bout you"
The way he said it made you roll your eyes. "Yeah, alright." He glanced back at you, that familiar little smirk showing.
"See? Can't even let me have the last word."
"Just hush alright? And don't tell nobody about this," you gently hit his broad shoulders.
He grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss, "Relax...I ain't got time to be runnin' my mouth about you."
🌚on my way to write an mj drabble now.
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