DANCING WITH THE DEVIL
synopsis: growing up in the church in the south and being the pastor’s daughter is one thing but secretly dating one of the boys in the most popular boy group in black music is another.
jackie jackson x black!reader
warnings: smut, not proofread thoroughly, slight angst, reader’s parents from the souf hence her described accent, mentions of joseph, secret relationship, forbidden romance, pastor’s daughter reader, strict/protective parent dynamics, religious guilt, late-night sneaking around, fluff, mature language, emotional vulnerability, oral sex, blk reader insert — minors do not interact.
note. u want me to do a part two, huh?
all your life, you had been taught that a pastor’s daughter carried herself a certain way. soft-spoken. modest. untouched by the kind of trouble that made church mothers whisper behind gloved hands after sunday service. every part of your life had always belonged to the church somehow, from the dresses your father picked out to the hymns you sang with perfect posture and lowered eyes. but somewhere between growing up under stained glass windows and living by rules that never felt like yours, you started craving something louder than obedience. something warm. dangerous.
maybe a particular danger she was well acquainted with. this danger not only had a name but it also was 6 feet tall and had a afro with lips as sinful as his tongue. you first encountered him when the jacksons did a show right there in encino and visited your father’s church that following sunday. the sanctuary buzzed the second they walked in, they weren’t too fond of them disturbing the house of the lord with they devil music and boogie nonsense, as your father would say. that day the church was full of hushed gossip and curious stares, but you felt his eyes before you ever looked up. jackie watched you from halfway down the pews while you stood beside the choir, dressed in white and trying very hard not to notice him noticing you.
the church girls from the choir started giggling and talking amongst themselves about the handsome boys in the pews with their colorful bell bottoms and and afros. you had recognized them from the show soul train, which was a show you had to sneak around to watch. everyone in encino obviously knew who the group of young men were, so some people they were young, black, talented boys who were going some place. to your father, they were foolish.
jackie was your favorite amongst the jacksons. there was something about him that felt dangerous in a way you secretly liked, from the deepness of his voice and the blouse we wore, unbuttoned to show us chiseled chest to the smile that lingered too long whenever he caught you staring. he looked just as fine as he did on television, maybe even finer beneath the church lights. when he finally noticed your eyes fixed on him and smiled back, heat rushed through your body so fast you had to turn away before somebody noticed, that somebody being jackie himself.
after that sunday afternoon, he had more reasons to come and see you. it started with phone calls, him teasing you through the phone, bringing out soft laughter and whispers through the receiver, hoping to god your daddy wouldn’t pick up on the other line and hoping to god his father didn’t do the same. then it would start to get to a point where you were sneaking around to hang out with him, which was hard considering how small the town was, any movie theater was hard to get into without being noticed as the preacher’s daughter. but that didn’t stop you from sneaking him into your window late at night while your daddy was out preaching, actually it became all too easy.
and that’s how it led to where you are now, lips swollen from jackie’s lips, sliding against yours. you had him on your duvet, traps between your legs in a straddle. his shirt was far gone and so where yours but your ankle-long skirt and bra is left untouched, along with jackie’s blue jean bell bottoms. jackie’s fingernails left crescents on your back as the kiss started getting intense and messy. the room was warm and filled with sin, your hot combed hair was getting frizzy and other humidity, yet you still let jackie run his fingers through it. this was a night you were thankful for the frequent, week-long trips your daddy and mama would take to go preach.
you did feel bad about going behind your parents back all this time but the feeling of being bad felt too good, or did jackie’s lips on your neck feel too good?
you held onto his neck as he peppered delicate kisses down your warm pulse. most nights were like this, just kissing and enjoying each other’s warmth. you haven’t got the courage to go all the way with jackie. it wasn’t your religion hold you back, it was your lack of experience. jackie was a well experienced man, who was very in touch with his sexuality. you on the other hand was just a inexperienced church girl, who was taught that lust was nothing but the devil and that you must wait till marriage to perform such acts with a man. jackie knew this about you but didn’t care, he wanted to teach you but only when you’re ready.
this particular night felt different, you were finally ready to learn.
jackie’s lips moved slowly against your neck, warm and patient, his tongue tracing along your skin like he had all the time in the world. somewhere between his kisses and the way his hands rested on your waist, your hips began rolling against him without you even realizing it. a soft grunt slipped past his lips, low enough to make heat rush straight to your face.
“easy, mama,” he murmured, his voice velvet-smooth in the dark. “keep doin’ that and see what happens.”
your movements stopped instantly. embarrassment curled through you as you looked up at him, apologies already balancing on the tip of your tongue.
“m’sorry, jackie,” you whispered. “i’m just ready, s’all.”
and lord, he had truly done a number on you.
before jackie, your life had been church pews, bible verses, and confessing every little wrongdoing like it carried the weight of heaven itself. but now? now you were sneaking out after choir rehearsal with your preacher daddy asleep down the hall, letting a jackson brother hold you close beneath dim porch lights and backseat shadows.
and the things happening tonight? the way jackie touched you like a secret hymn only the two of you knew?
you wouldn’t dare confess any of it. not even to god himself.
jackie tilted his head up at you, eyes heavy-lidded and warm beneath the low bedroom light. one of his hands rested against your thigh while the other traced lazy circles into your waist, patient enough to make your nerves worse.
“quit lookin’ so scared,” he murmured with the ghost of a smile. “i ain’t gon’ hurt you.”
but that wasn’t what frightened you.
it was how quick you were lettin’ him ruin the good girl everybody swore you were. also you were scared of yourself and how you were really to let go of that good girl image. you were tired to being the person people expected you to be.
your skin was getting hotter under jackie’s dark and lustful gaze. “i know, i trust ya.” the southern twang in your voice was angelic to his ears. he didn’t know what was sweeter, your voice or the fact that you trusted him. all your life, you’d been taught to place your faith in one man above all else, but now you were letting that faith stretch for another.
jackie let the silence settle between the two of you before speaking again.
“lay back.”
you nodded, not letting him say another word before easing down onto the soft duvet, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. jackie smiled at your eagerness, climbing over you slowly until he rested on his knees between your legs.
even with your skirt still on and your bra clinging to your skin, you felt exposed beneath him. vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with being half-dressed and everything to do with the way he looked at you, like he was trying to memorize every nervous breath leaving your body.
and something told you the night was only going to make you feel more exposed. jackie had no intention of going all the way tonight. but he did have every intention of teaching you something.
while jackie kept your legs spread around his waist, you finally let yourself really look at him.
your eyes drifted first to the silver belt buckle resting against his low-slung bell bottoms, the metal catching beneath the dim light of the bedroom. from there, your gaze traveled higher, lingering on the slow rise and fall of his stomach each time he breathed. his chest looked broad enough to make you forget every prayer you’d whispered before sneaking out tonight, and the gold pendant hanging from his necklace rested perfectly against the center of it.
lord.
just looking at him was enough to make something twist low in your stomach, it was hot and almost painful, like something was boiling inside of you.
the longer he took, the worse it got. your hips lifted against him without thinking, searching for some kind of friction, some kind of relief.
jackie caught your movement immediately.
“if we gon’ do this,” he murmured, his hands sliding along your thighs to still you, “you gotta learn some patience, mama.”
truth be told, he was losing patience too. you could hear it in the roughness creeping into his voice. see it in the way his jaw tightened every time you moved beneath him. but he refused to rush this. refused to rush you.
one of his hands moved to your jaw, tilting your face upward before pulling you into another kiss.
kissing jackie wasn’t new. the two of you had stolen kisses outside church revivals, in parked cars behind diners, backstage after shows. but this felt different. heavier somehow.
his necklace brushed cold against your chest while the kiss deepened, and suddenly your mind felt cloudy with it. with him. the smell of his cologne. the warmth of his skin. the way he kissed like he was trying to teach your body a language before speaking it aloud. you held onto his shoulders for dear life which escalated the feeling in your stomach even more now that you were touching him. you felt jackie move his lips to your jaw, continuing his abuse there.
your chin tilted toward the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut as the feeling of him became almost too much to hold inside your body at once. every kiss jackie pressed against your skin left heat behind, spreading slowly through you until you couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and another began.
his mouth traveled lower in an unhurried trail until he reached the bra your mother had picked out special for you.
something suitable for a young, saintly lady.
the memory nearly made you laugh now.
before jackie could even tease you about it, you pushed yourself up from the mattress, fingers fumbling behind your back until the clasp finally loosened. the straps slipped from your shoulders and you tossed the bra somewhere onto the floor without a second thought.
jackie looked at you for a moment after that. really looked at you. and somehow that alone made your pulse stumble harder than his touch had.
“look at you,” he murmured, almost under his breath.
then his mouth was on you again, slower this time, tongue sliding on every ridge and line of your breasts, engulfing them in his mouth. his finger began to knead the plush of your nipples, rolling them against his fingers.
your back arched off the bed almost helplessly, fingers tangling into the curls at the nape of his neck as your hips searched against him for relief you didn’t even know how to ask for yet.
and jackie noticed every single movement. every shaky breath. every quiet little sound you tried to swallow back.
“that’s it,” he whispered against your skin. “don’t hold back, your daddy ain’t here.”
"please jackie."
"please what. speak up." he knew what you wanted he just wanted to hear it spill from those lips, the lips that only ever spilled gospel.
"i want your mouth."
"where? here?" he placed his hand on your stomach. you shook your head.
"lower!"
"here?" he then placed his hand on your hip, teasing you. you whined, shaking your head no once more.
jackie then placed his hand lower, cupping your pussy underneath your skirt, through your panties. "here." you nodded vigorously, grinding your hips into his hand.
jackie then unbuttoned your skirt, shoving it down your legs with haste before throwing it somewhere in the room. he then lifted off your legs and shoved them open to reveal the center of your panties which had a wet, dark spot on the center. he hooked his finger underneath the hem, shoving them down with force.
he then shuffled down your legs until he was met with your slick pussy. his hands had made their way to cup your thighs, pulling you closer to his face making you yelp in surprise by the sudden force. he pressed your thigh on your chest before doing one big lick, from your entrance to you swollen clit. your brows were pinched together, concentrating on the feeling of his mouth on you. everything about this was wrong and goes against every rule in your life but you were willing to break those rules with jackie.
the grip on your thigh tightened as your hips started to grind into his mouth. his tongue was caressing your entrance and his nose bumped against your clit sending a ungodly amount of sensations throughout your body. you kept grinding your hips, chasing the unfamiliar feelings.
"jackie, i think- mhm! i think-"
you're unable to speak as jackie's tongue keep playing with your clit, simulating the enlarged nub. by this time your hips are catching a consistent rhythm. you feel yourself reaching what you think is the end. you feel like peeing, which panicked you so you try pry jackie away from in between your legs.
"i think m'gonna pee, jack-"
"your not, mama. it's a orgasm. go ahead, lil mama. do it" jackie explained in a ramble, continuing his abuse on the warm, wet flesh of your cunt. as his tongue went back to work so did the sensation.
“okay jackie-mmm- i trust you, oh god!"
your hips are going in circles against his face as your head tilts back. you feel the pit of heat in your stomach grow, your open opens in a silent scream as your hands scamble to hold onto something. suddenly everything in your body came crashing down, your hips buck up in jackie's mouth with a squeeze as you cum. you start to sob into your floral pillows, hips now stuttered from post-orgasm bliss. your chest is rapidly moving as your breathing is slowly gathering back to a normal rhythm.
you feel instantly calm and collected, as you let your body sink in the duvet. jackie lands a kiss to your thigh to which you flinch slightly from being sensitive to his touch.
"you okay, sweet thang?"
a thumbs up was the only confirmation you could give him at that time, earning a grin from the boy. you began to regain consciousness, tilting your head up and making eye contact with jackie's bulge. you frowned, wanting to him to feel good. jackie began to catch your gaze, looking down at himself and realizing what you were thinking.
"it's okay, not tonight."
"but jackie-"
your interrupted by plush lips landing on yours in a sweet kiss.
"you hardheaded as all outdoors, just rest girl."
you didn't rebel, just snuggled underneath the covers of your floral duvet. jackie settled beside you with a tired sigh, the mattress dipping under his weight. the bedroom was dim except for the amber glow of the lamp on your dresser, painting everything honey-soft and sleepy.
he brushed a thumb across your cheek before pulling the covers a little higher over your shoulder.
"there," he murmured. "actin' like you ain't exhausted."
you huffed quietly, though there wasn't much fight left in you now. "i just didn't want you thinkin' i was neglectin' you."
jackie chuckled under his breath, low and warm like vinyl crackle. "girl, please. you think i came over here for anythin' besides you?"
your eyes finally lifted to his, and the look on his face near about melted you into the mattress. soft. patient. the kinda look that made your chest ache a little.
he reached over, lazily twisting one of your cross necklace around his finger.
"get some sleep, pretty mama," he said quietly. you feel him shift off your bed, bare feet hitting the ground. you stir and glance at him with a frown, sitting up in a criss cross, letting the blanket slip off your bare chest.
"you're not stayin'?"
jackie turns to look at you. "have to get back before jospeh notices I'm gone." he says while buttoning his blouse. he only mentioned his father briefly, describing him as a low down dirty bastard who only cares about making money off his sons.
jackie glances at your breast and smirks, breath faltering. "and if I didn't know any betta, you want me to be here all night."
you look down at yourself before squealing, "jackie!" and covering yourself, keeping the blanket secure by your arms.
"will that man ever let you live a little?" when you said that, you forgot who's daughter you were and that you life wasn't simple neither. you had rules wrapped around you neck too.
"i could ask you the same thing, baby." jackie teases before leaning down and giving you one last kiss on the lips, sweet and cruel. your lips chased his for a second longer when he pulled away. jackie smiled at that, before fixing his collar in the mirror you had hanged in your room.
the room smelled faintly of cocoa butter and jackie's cologne, something warm and expensive that with cling to the air hours after his gone. you start to think about something, head hanging low, playing with your fingers.
"one day." you muttered. "one day we won't have to sneak around like we're criminals." you made jackie laugh at that remark before turning away from the mirror.
"why? so your fatha will beat me like i stole somethin or better yet, so my father will kill both of us?" he teased.
that pulled a laugh out of you before you could help it.
"he doesn't think your all that bad."
"girl please, your fatha despises me. your fatha got a obituary ready for me, in my name as we speak!." he corrected you, pointing at you dramatically.
your grin is buried by the blanket as jackie grabs his jacket and shuffles his shoes on. for a second the reality of him leaving is filling the room. you didn't notice but you begin to form a little bit of a pout.
jackie noticed your expression immediately.
"don't do that."
"what?"
"look so sad." he walked back over to the bed, kneeling one knee on th bed while his hands rested on either side of you. "women you are tempting, gon' have me getting roughed up by everybody at home."
you looked up at him with doe eyes.
"maybe I want that."
jackie cooed. "that's cold, women!."
your lip curled up. your fingers curled loosely around the sleeve of his jacket, reluctant to let go. jackie kissed your forehead this time, lingering there just enough to make your stomach flutter.
"I’ll call you tomorrow," he promised, quietly. he's so pretty went he promises things.
"you betta!."
"see? hardheaded as all outdoors." he laughed softly, backing toward the window with that same easy swagger he carried everywhere. "go to sleep, angel face."
and just before slipping out into the night, he pointed at you one last time.
"and quit worryin' so much. your face too pretty for all that."
soon after there was no trace of jackie but his presence was still strong. you let yourself lay back down on the covers, pondering about previous events. you couldn't wait to feel his mouth on you again or better yet you wouldn't wait for him to let you go all the way. you know jackie doesn't want to hurt you and want to protect your values, well what little values you have left.
lord knows it's too late for that.
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