“Ｏｈ Ｊａｃｋｉｅ” || Jackie Taylor x Fem!Reader
Warning: Drunk Jackie, drunk confessions, kissing, fingering, light smut, fluff, use of Y/n, just a bunch of lesbian shit honestly
Sypnosis: Jackie Taylor invites you to her house party, and she gets really drunk. She takes you up to her bedroom, and you make out.
You never thought you would ever be noticed by a girl like Jackie. She was perfect, the all around American Princess, outgoing, and a damn good soccer player. You were the complete opposite, unathletic, introverted, always playing video games. One day you were at your locker and Jackie came up to you, wearing her leather man jacket and her hair in shiny brown locks. “Will you vote me for prom queen?” She asked you.
Fuck. Ofcourse you would. You were obsessed with Jackie Taylor. In fact you were infatuated with her, but little did you know she felt the same way. You shut your locker, and you took the little pin she gave you, which said JACKIE FOR PROM QUEEN, in bold letters. “Yeah. Sure,” you said simply, but your heart was screaming.
“Thanks,” she said. She smiled, but you noticed her smile was different this time, than it usually was. Like when you gave her the answers for the chemistry homework she didn’t do, because she was busy hosting soccer team tryouts, she said “oh my god thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” and she she smiled that gracious kind of smile, but this smile stuck with you. She smiled wide, and she looked amused, and a bit starry-eyed. She lingered in front of you for a bit. “By the way I really like your hair today. It looks different. The good kindof different,” she said. You laughed and you said, “thank you, I didn’t think anyone would notice. I used a new shampoo.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jackie said, she leaned against the lockers. Jackie wasn’t really listening, she was actually just watching your lips move. Her wide green eyes met yours again. “Yeah,” you nodded. “Mm. Listen, I’m throwing a party later tonight. I’m kindof just inviting a few people, but you can come… you know, if you want—only if you want to.”
You couldn’t believe it, Jackie fucking Taylor was inviting you to her party. You never get invited to parties. She threw a party last year, you weren’t invited, but half the student body was. The girls soccer team, the jocks, and the cheerleaders wouldn’t stop talking about it all week.
“Ok—ok, yeah sure. I’ll come,” you said.
“Ok great,” Jackie said. “Then I’ll see you there,” she said, and she winked. And she walked away toward another person, to hand them a pin. You headed toward your next class, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the wink. You didn’t take that gesture heavily though. She was just a nice girl. That was a friendly wink. No way she was flirting with you… right?
“Where are you going all prettied up?” Your mother asked you as you walked down stairs. You kindof-sortof didn’t mention the party to her. You didn’t ask your mom if you could go to Jackie’s party because you were afraid she would say no, so you figured you would just go, and hopefully she wouldn’t make a big deal about it if you left on your own accord.
You walked into the living room to speak to your mother. “I uh—I’m going to a party. It’s no big deal, it’s a small party. Only a few people were invited.”
Your mother looked at your dress. You wore a black sundress and white converses. You tried to give a bonus effort to your appearance. You wanted to look good for Jackie. Nothing too over the top, but flattering, but dirty white converses gave away that affect. They were the only shoes you had. You also wore bold eyeliner, and lipgloss. “Hmmm,” your mother said. She looked like she was thinking. Thinking about letting you go to the party. “Will there be any alcohol there?”
“No,” you said. Honestly you didn’t know if there would be any, but that was a practical answer. The right answer. What you knew she wanted to hear.
“Okay. Be safe,” your mother said. Your eyebrows furrowed. “You’re letting me go?” You asked her. “Yeah. As long as you stay safe.”
You felt giddy, and you hugged her. “Thanks mom.”
“You’re welcome,” she said.
You walked a few blocks down to Jackie’s house. You admired how big it was. She must be rich, you thought.
You walked up the driveway, past the fancy cars, toward the front the door, and you knocked. You could hear the loud pop music, and you could see flashing colored lights through the windows.
Someone opened the door. It was Shauna Shipman. “Oh hey,” she said. For a moment she looked at you as if she was wondering why you were there. You never get invited to these big parties, but then a moment of realization dawned on her. You didn’t know it, but Shauna knew that Jackie had a crush on you. She talked about you to Shauna all of the time.
“Come in,” she said. Shauna led you through Jackie’s house. There were people everywhere. You shoulder bumped a couple of them accidentally. “I thought Jackie only invited a few people,” you said to Shauna, shouting over the music.
“Yeah—one of the boys blabbed their big mouth in my first period about it to everyyyone, and then the entire school found out about it.”
“Oh,” you said, you looked over your shoulder at a crowd of people squirming, and disgusted because one of the football boys were throwing up into a vase. “Gross,” you murmured. You figured he had too much to drink. You remembered you told your mom there would be no drinks at this party. You guess what she doesn’t know wouldn’t kill her. And you followed Shauna toward the backyard.
The music pumped loudly out here. A group sat by the poolside, at a table. You and Shauna walked toward them. You noticed it was the entire girls soccer team sitting and talking. As you walked toward the table, Jackie immediately jumped up, and she hugged you.
“Oh my god heyyyyy,” Jackie said, excitedly. Too excited. You could smell the alcohol on her breath. “Hey Jackie,” you said. She was leaning a little bit. You held her up, by placing your hand on her back. “How have you been?” She asked you, still not letting you go. You looked over at everyone at the table. All of the girls were giggling, watching Jackie become a drunken mess in your arms.
“I’ve been good. Uhm—how much have you had to drink?” You asked Jackie.
“Oh just may one, two, three drinks whooo cares?” She said, laughing.
“Okay. Maybe you should go sit down now.” You began to lead Jackie back towards the table, to sit with everyone, but Jackie had other plans.
She pulled you closer towards the pools edge.
“J-Jackie what are you doing?” You asked her.
“Come on let’s have some fun,” She said softly. You tried to make her stop. To get her to come back to safer ground, but she was stronger than you were. Even when she was drunk. You were a bit impressed and annoyed at the same time. You didn’t know rather to laugh or be upset.
SPLASH. She pulled both of you into the pool, she let go of you mid-air, then when she splashed into the pool, she began to swim.
She swam closer to you. The blue light of the pool reflecting perfectly in her eyes. You were mesmerized.
She wrapped her arms around your neck. “Heyyyy,” she drawled out.
“Hey you, again,” you said.
She leaned into you, and her lips brushed yours. And she kissed you. As much as you liked it, her soft plush lips on yours, mixed with the aftertaste of red wine, you knew she was way too drunk. You wondered if she would ever do this if she was sober. You pulled back.
Her eyebrows furrowed. She looked so damn cute. Like a puppy.
You felt like you would be taking advantage of her if you kissed her back. And the entire girls soccer team was watching both of you, gawking and giggling. You felt vulnerable in this moment, with Jackie.
“I can’t kiss you, because you’re drunk. It’s not right.”
She unwrapped her arms from around you, and she splashed you. “Come on! Don’t be such a loser.”
Ouch. That hurt. You reminded yourself she was drunk. She didn’t mean it.
She climbed out of the pull, and she began to lift her bathing suit top. “Come on!” She said. “Let’s go skinny dipping everybody!” She called. She said it loud enough everyone close enough could hear. People immediately walked outside, and surrounded Jackie. They watched her, about to strip naked.
“Alright Jackie, come on!” Taissa shouted.
“Yeah what the hell are you doing?” Shauna asked Jackie.
“Relax, I’m just having fun,” Jackie said.
You immediately climbed out of the pool, and pulled her away from it, back into the house, into her living room, so she wouldn’t be within a close radius of the pool. She was drunk. Her mind was set on skinny dipping. It was too risky.
Some people watched you lecture Jackie. They were gawking, laughing, and some people were dancing. You were overwhelmed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jackie asked you, yanking her wrists from your hands.
“Me? What am I doing? I’m saving your ass!”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be such a child. We’re just having fun right?”
You shook your head. “Well, it won’t be fun anymore when you wake up with a hangover and pictures of you naked, circulating on the internet. That could seriously tank your future soccer career.”
“And look at me.” You gestured toward your wet clothes. “I’m all wet because of you.”
She snorted like you said something funny or amusing. “Im serious,” you said. Jackie thought you were cute when you were being serious. Even though she was drunk, she still remembered she liked that about you.
“Come on,” she said. “I have some extra clothes in my closet for you to change into.” You followed Jackie upstairs. Through the beat of the music, and the warm bodies still swaying in the living room, when you followed Jackie toward her bedroom, it was like you were enchanted by this very moment. You never thought you would ever follow Jackie Taylor to her bedroom, but you dreamed about this moment. Many—many—many times.
You finally stood outside of Jackie’s bedroom. She opened the door, and she pulled you in. Your eyes gleamed when you saw Jackie’s posters, and her cute floral wallpaper.
“That is adorable,” you said.
“Yeah,” Jackie said, smirking, closed the door behind you guys, and for a moment you felt like you shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be in Jackie’s room with super wet clothes and a drunk version of Jackie. This isn’t how you imagined your fantasy would ever happen.
Jackie snapped you out of it, when she said, “there’s some joggers and a t shirt in my bottom drawer over there.” She pointed to her dresser, as she sat at the edge of her bed. “Oh okay,” you said.
You walked over to the dresser, and you opened the bottom drawer. You were kindof surprised Jackie had any jogger pants. You had never seen her wear any before. She always wore those cute little shorts you loved so much. You thought maybe she wore joggers at home when she wanted to be comfortable, or maybe as PJs. You smiled at that thought. Domestic Jackie.
You unfolded the joggers and a yellow t shirt next to it. It was a Yellowjackets team shirt.
“Oh this is cool,” you said, holding the shirt up to your chest, sizing it up on yourself. You and Jackie were about the same size, so it should be a perfect fit.
You turned and you looked at Jackie. She looked at the shirt you were sizing up. “Yeah it’s the team shirt. We wear it at practices or pep rallies sometimes.”
“Nice,” you said simply. You suddenly realized you would have to change clothes, in Jackie’s bedroom, in front of Jackie. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea. After all you didn’t imagine you being in Jackie’s room would happen like this. Her half wasted, and you completely soaked. Your dreams were kindof crushed. You began to walk out of Jackie’s room, you headed towards the door, you twisted the handle, but you didn’t even get a chance to open the door before Jackie said, “where are you going?”
You turned. “I’m just going to find a bathroom. So I can have some privacy.”
“Orrr,” Jackie said, grinning, “you can change in my room.”
“No. I mean yes, I can. If you’re comfortable with that” you said it very fast. Too fast. Jackie knew you secretly wanted to change in her bedroom, in front of her. She grinned, but you weren’t sure if it was more a grimace, noting how awkward you were making this.
“I am,” she said, assuring she was comfortable with you changing in front of her.
You hesitated. “Um—could you maybe look the other way at least. It’ll make it less awkward.”
“Sure,” Jackie said. You were surprised she was complying. Earlier she was making a complete fool of herself, but in the dim light of her quiet bedroom, she was just Jackie. Your Jackie. Well not yours yet. But you wanted her to be. Someway, somehow, and someday.
You lifted the damp hem of your dress, and you began to pull it over your head. When you pulled it completely off, you took another glimpse around Jackie’s room. You realized Jackie’s room was exactly how you imagined it. Cute, and simple, just like she was.
You turned around, and you mindlessly wandered around her bedroom. You admired the Polaroid photographs hanging on her vanity mirror. There were lots of pictures of Jackie and Shauna. You figured Shauna was her best friend. And there were more pictures of her and other teammates, and her family.
She grinned sweetly in all of the pictures, big green eyes gleaming. You liked that most about Jackie. Her big beautiful eyes.
You trailed your finger around the corners of one of the Polaroids. The one of just Jackie. She was beautiful, breathtaking and—
Suddenly you felt warm fingertips touch your shoulder. You saw Jackie in the mirror, standing behind you, smiling timidly. You didn’t say anything, you didn’t breathe, you just stood still, careful, and content. Shit this is really happening.
Jackie trailed her fingertips across your neck, pulled your hair away from it, then she moved her hand, and planted a kiss where her hands were.
Jackie spun you around, placed a fingertip to your lips and she said, “shhhh. I want to take my time with you Y/n. Don’t speak.”
Your breath hitched, as Jackie leaned in again, and planted another kiss, this time between your breasts. You almost had forgotten that you were nearly naked. You were standing in Jackie’s room, only wearing your bra and panties. You managed to lean backward against Jackie’s vanity, as she trailed kissed down your breasts, got on her knees, then trailed kisses down to your stomach.
You sat on her white desk. Jackie spread your legs open. She kissed your inner thighs. Like she said, she was taking her precious time with you. Mid kiss, she looked up at you with her big beautiful eyes, planted a kiss, lifted her lips, then she said. “Do you know I have dreamt about this?”
“Yeah. I always wanted to have you one way or another. What are the odds this is how I finally get to claim you.”
“I,” kiss, “have,” kiss, “been,” kiss, “waiting,” her lips lingered just a second longer that time, like she was testing how much she could get away with—“to do that.”
Jackie didn’t pull back far. She rose up, and she hovered close, close enough that you could still feel the warmth of her breath, the faint gloss of her lips brushing yours when she spoke again.
This kiss felt more rehearsed. As if Jackie were reenacting the exact fantasy she had in her head about you too.
Her fingers slid up your arm slowly, but her eyes were anything but. They were locked on yours, searching for a flicker of nerves buried under all your confidence.
To be honest, you weren’t. You were also a mess, just like Jackie was. Your hair was still damp, and sticky. It stuck to your cheeks. And goosebumps rose up on your skin because of how cold you felt. You dropped your head, searching for words. Jackie’s fingertips warmed you up again. She lifted your face with her hand, made you look at her.
“Say something,” she murmured, softer now, though her mouth curved like she already knew she had you. “Or I’m just gonna keep kissing you until you do.”
Then, barely giving you time to respond, she leaned in again, this time she was less teasing, more certain, because she wanted to kiss you for real, unrehearsed.
You kissed her back, more passionately.
As you kissed, she trailed her hand down to your panty line. She reached her hand into your panties, and touched your pussy. You kissed her sloppy now. You wanted more. You loved the way her warm hands felt down there. You wanted her to finger fuck you so bad, but then you hesitated, grabbing her hand. You pulled away from Jackie, your lips still brushing, but not quite kissing. “Wait,” you said.
Your hand was still around her wrists, trapping her form moving it any further inside of your panties. She still moved small circles with her fingers on your clit.
“What?” Jackie said breathy. Her breath smelled like red wine. Your licked your lips, tasted the cherry flavor. The taste was on your lips now. You loved it.
“It’s just… your drunk Jackie—fuck—” You felt her move her hands faster on your clit now. “I don’t want to do this—mm fuck—since you’re—oh Jackie, fuck—since you’re drunk.”
You loosened your grip around Jackie’s hand. She pulled her hand out of your panties, she raised her hand to her damp lips, and she sucked her fingers.
Then she dropped her hand into her lap, begging like a child.
“Please. Let me touch you Y/n.”
“I can’t Jackie. If you touch me. Technically I would be taking advantage of you. I have to know if you really want this. If you really want me. When you sober up tomorrow, then we can talk about this. About us okay?”
Jackie nodded, like she understood. “Ok,” she said. “But just know, I do like you Y/n. And I do want you, even though I am drunk, and it may not seem like it, but I want you so badly. I want all of you.” You watched Jackie’s lips moving as she spoke. You couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of them. This moment felt like a dream.
She continued, “You can ask Shauna. I talk about you all of the time. Why do you think I invited you to my party? I have a big crush on you.” She giggled.
Oh my god. You didn’t realized Jackie had a crush on you too. You always thought it was one sided. But you guessed it did make sense after all.
Your eyes widened. “I can’t believe this is real. I mean you’re perfect, how you could ever have a crush on me?”
She snorted. “Have you seen yourself? I’m far from perfect, but you are literal perfection Y/n.”
You smiled, and you leaned in to kiss Jackie again, one more time, before you both returned to the party downstairs.
// authors note: i didn’t proof read this & I don’t know why, but I imagined Y/n as Rue from Euphoria the entire time I wrote it. Wait… should I write a crack ship of them? RuexJackie 😏
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