❧ |🎙 WHAT A MAN! ● JACKIE JACKSON
eighties!jackie jackson × eighties!gg reader
warnings, MDNI18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex [wrap before you tap], fingering, oral [male receiving], semi public, degrading, humiliation, rough sex, that's all i remember
synopsis, in which jackie and reader are constantly shipped by the public despite not dating in real life.
notes, jackie is older than reader, readers group sings what a man in this fic, this fic is longer than intended, didnt express get as fetailed as I did, groups name is suga tones- don't judge sis was struggling. the version i added up there is the one I grew up with before i found salt n pepa and linda lyndell. i'll also be making reference to the sapphires movie choreo, but i definitely suggest the movie it comes from because it is UNDERRATEDD
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.❧ you huffed doing the finishing touches to your groups performance for soul train. it had been a long exhausting schedule for your group the past six months, getting off tour and immediately starting your practices for award shows you couldn't wait to be done. all four performed your last practice for the day to your fullest. the work for this performance however was different, you group opted for a more intimate performance for your song "what a man!" which resulted in chair dance for a special people's of your choice.
"ladies!" your manager calls out as you all sip on your water bottles. "i just got the seating plan for the first and second rows, so take your pick ladies." she announces handing the paper over "of course the jackons are in the front," tiffany—a group member — smirks."well we all know who y/n is choosing."
you rolled your eyes although the answer was completely obvious. the past couple months dating rumours had sparked between you jackie jackson. videos you you both calling each pet names like "baby" and "mama" being analysed by the press so they could have their evidence on your relationship, moments on outfit adjustments, flirting openly with each other, hand placements.
since then the two of you agreed to not agree or disagree to the allegations and keep the media guessing. answers were vague and flirting got wilder. but you and jackie had always had a flirty friendship from he first day he met you and you never complained because you always thought he was fine looking man. however all that acting suddenly didn't feel like acting anymore— for you at least. because now his smile felt different to you, the gaze in his eyes were different, his voice sounded like the best song ever.
"so who you choosing y/n?" imani, another memeber, questions. "girl is that a trick question?" another girl nia adds. "you girls already know i'm chosing my baby," you say like its the most obvious thing in the world. the girls teased because of course you'd chose him. since recent unadressed dating rumours sparked jackie wasted no time in teasing the public, vague answers, flirting, eyes contact. although the two of you weren't dating there was no denying there was something there.
days flew by fast leading up to the performance. her group wore their signature color coordinated outfits as they walked the carpet. your group got flagged down for an interview as more big names shared the carpet with you. a lady no older than your group interviews you.
"we got suga tones!" she exclaimes "you ladies look absolutely gorgeous tonight, all dolled up for the first ever soul train awards how are feeling?" she tilts the microphone towards you. "amazing everyone looks stunning it's always a blessing to celebrate alongside artists we've admired and that have paved the way so this could happen. its beautiful, it's surreal." you explained, a few more questions got asked and your members took over answering. "congratulations on the success of you ladies new single. any chance we're gonna hear it tonight?"
"well-," before the rehearsed pr version could be said a pair of dressed sleeve wrap around her from behind. a sudden flush hits your face as you nervously giggle at jackies gestures. the other girls share a look indicating this was bound to happen. "the singles amazing, so y'all better go listen to it" he grins happily promoting. "see this is why we keep him around. free promotion," nia remarks smirking at the sight of jackie being shamelessly touchy in front of everyone. "what a gentleman, been promoting a lot more than he should" imani adds.
"so we'll definitely be seeing you ladies perform it?" microphone is tilted back in your direction. "yes," you smile answering. "the songs a hit," jackie adds once more. "don't you have an interview to go to?" you look up at him, subtly removing his arms off of you. he smirks before walking off "i'll see you inside then mama."as expected the interaction attracted more camera flashes accompanied by whispers.
you enjoyed the different range of performances and awards the night had to offer, it had soon become your groups turn to take the stage. lights now turned low, four chairs stood downstage paired with four silhouettes in place behind the chairs and the music began.
you sang the first verse and chorus just as rehearsed choreography done on point. meanwhile, jackie's eyes had no plan in looking away. his gazed danced over the way your dress clung to all the right spots, how your hands trailed down the front, the way your legs looked — he wasn't missing detail. other details being the way your eyes stayed trained on him during the chorus.
what a man, what a man, what a man what a mighty mighty good man
after the first chorus the melody continued but the four of you walked down the stairs off the stage you knew exactly where you were going. the crowd got louder at the sight of you four girls approaching the guys. "everybody can get an applause for these four fine men please," you say into the mic taking jackie's hand, a smirk creeping up his face. the line up was you and jackie, imani and keith sweat, tiffany and el debarge, nia and smokey robinson.
you guided them all to sit in the chairs and continue the performance. you stood behind jackie before going back to the chorus arms dangling straight over his shoulders, hands mimicking a fanning motion before bringing them down from his chest to his torso.
what a man and deep inside i know it.
you sang the lyrics in his ear after sitting sideways in his lap, his hands had no problem in making them comfortable on you, as your found their place on his chest, a bulge began to form. you dipped yourself across his lap— his hands holding your back for support— before standing back up, you hadn't dismissed the groan that left his lips as you stood up. you all followed the same routine at the chorus except this time your hands accidentally went too low to the hem of his pants, your face hadn't failed to capture your flustered reaction when you realised how far you'd gone down.
what a man, and i'm not ashamed to show it
the audience had loved your groups performance and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it. it left everyone hot sweaty and flustered. while the other men took their seats afterwards jackie had different plans. the girls and you went to the back puffed and smiling, you caught jackie in your peripheral vision while the others sat in the main area you walked to the dressing room and jackie wasted no time in following.
you pretended to busy yourself with stuff but if anyone walked in they wouldn't have bought it. he came up right behind you pressing flush against you so you could feel the affect you had on him. a involuntary gasp fell from your lips at his hard on pressed against your ass. "crowd enjoyed their performance mama, good job," he says in a low voice, his hands pulling your hair to the side exposing your neck.
"you think so baby?" you added in mock innocence, that was his prompt to rolls his hips against your ass in response. "well the crowd enjoyed their performance ma, i think it's time for mine," he whispers lips brushing your ear sending chills down your back. you turn yourself around this time, purposely pushing your ass against his boner as you did so. "and what makes you think that baby?" you once again feign mock innocence, hands gripping the counter behind you.
he lets out a scoff his famous smirk still playing at his lips, he held your chin so you could look at him your eyes gazing at his lips making him chuckle. "tell me to stop... and i promise I will." his face now less than inches apart lips brushing gently against each other. you lean forward about to kiss him but he holds your chin. "need to hear it from ya mama." his breath gets slightly heavier. "don't stop baby, i want you," the words left your mouth in a more desperate tone than you intended but jackie wasn't complaining.
he smashes his lips onto yours, your hands trailing up his chest and to his face to passionately kiss him. the two pull apart and he immediately kisses down your jaw. tension now unravelling but not from the one performance, from months of feeding into dating allegations that weren't true. you hand went down to undo his belt, you hand slipping into his pants causing his head to drop into neck at the contact. "fuck ma."
he leaned into your touch as you palmed in cock through his boxers, he now leaned against the bench hands clenching to hold on. "stop playing," he grunts although jackie's tone sounded commanding you couldn't dismiss the underlying neediness in it. smirking you got on your knees meeting his hooded gaze, you pulled down his boxers as his cock sprung out. less than inches from your face you began stroking it. "this better baby?" you continued to feign mock innocence watching his reaction to his hands.
you took his length into his mouth watching slowly watching him lose composure. you kissed his tip sucking on it before engulfing his full length before taking what you could. "much better, look so pretty like this mama." he held your hair back holding on to the little composure he had to not jerk his hips. your head bobbed, eyes never leaving his as saliva bunched at the corners of your lips— coated in lip gloss and saliva— eyes watery as his tip hit the back of your throat. "that's it," he managed to groan, his grip in your hair tightening.
"look at you all dolled up taking my cock, ruining your makeup you look prettier like this," he wipes part of your smudged mascara. dark starving eyes never leave the way your cheeks hollowed around him, jackie's lips part in a silent "oh fuck" head tipping back before forcing himself to stare at you. He bit down on his lip suppressing what could've been a huge give away. you felt his cock twitch signalling he was about to come undone. "keep going mama," commanded coated in arousal. it wasn't long before his warm release hit your taste buds you swallowed every drop.
as you got up your lips were locked by his again, he'd now picked you up sitting you on the bench behind the two of you. whatever remained on there was now on the floor. his hand now snaked up your thigh your dress bunching up at your thighs. his hands were close to were you needed him but not close enough for your satisfaction. "baby please," you whimpered hips involuntarily rolling towards his touch in attempt to get him closer. jackies fingers dipped in your clothed slit you let out a gasp. "fuck mama you're soaked," his lips met yours again, toying at your clothed core before pushing it aside to rub your clit.
the kiss had masked the moan you let out from his fingers. his ring finger and middle finger slide into your entrance thanks to your slick. you moaned into the kiss once again as his fingers continued their motion in and out of you. you pulled away head leaning back against the wall, pussy clenching against his fingers. "shit baby," his fingers fasten at your words your hands instinctively cover your mouth. his smirk grew, hearing the embarrassingly loud sounds from the contact of his fingers in you. "so wet and i haven't even put my dick in you yet." his fingers curled and hips rolled muffled high pitch sound leaving.
"like you were asking for this to happen," he watched you squirm. "making me hard in front of all those people, such an attention whore, you knew what you were doing." you clenched around his fingers at his words. "you like being called a whore don't you mama," your hips rolled once again, tightening against his fingers you were so close to chasing your high before he pulls his fingers out and let out a whimper. he chuckles before tasting you on his fingers. "attention whores like you should be cumming on my cock." his tip now grazed your dripping pussy.
jackie slid the spongy tip in easing in well thanks to how wet you were. your tightened around him immediately as he bottomed out, it was enough to make him cum on the spot. "fuck mama," his head dropped to your neck. slowly he began thrusting into your pussy. "look at you choking my dick ma," he watched the way you took him in. you bit your lips suppressing your moans, as his dick continued to fill your pussy. he set a faster pace now, this time you let out a moan that immediately got shut up by his hand.
"such an attention whore tryna get us caught," he managed to groan, he painfully and purposely began thrusting slowly again. "please baby," you begged, hips began to move again to try get him to start up his pace. "so needy," he teased. "look at ya. begging for this dick," both your eyes watched where your bodies met. "its like you were asking me to fuck you, grinding on my lap like that," jackies slow painful thrust remain. "keep on making nosies and we're gonna get new headlines mama," jackie warned, his voice a gravelly rumble against your ear while his hips maintained that agonizingly slow, deep glide.
you let out a broken embarrassing sob— hating how needy he was making you—your head rolling back against the wall. you were an absolute mess beneath him—tears of frustration blurring your vision, your chest heaving as you tried to swallow down the sound of your own pleasure. your hips rolled mindlessly against his, silently begging him to just speed up.
jackie only chuckled at you in response to your actions, a dark, wicked sound. he purposely shallowed his stroke, keeping you right on the agonizing edge. his hand slid up from your mouth to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
"think about tomorrow's papers,ma," jackie flexed inside you, just a fraction, making you gasp. he grinded a bit not moving anymore so could feel every inch of his veiny dick. "how does this sound" he whispered, a smirk pulling at hismouth. "‘sweet scandal: suga tones Princess caught begging backstage.’" he teased. you shook your head frantically, your fingers digging bruisingly into his biceps. "no- please baby," you whimpered once again trying to feel him move.
"no? too friendly ain't it?" jackie leaned in closer, his gaze turning dark and heavy as he watched you unravel. "okay, how about this: ‘exclusive: the sweetest suga tones is just a whore for jackie jackson behind closed doors.’ because look at you, mama. a total mess, begging for it, completely ruined for me right now."you let out a shaky breath, your eyes searching his for any hint of a reprieve. the weight of his stare felt as heavy as the pressure of the moment, and the silence between you was thick with anticipation.
"what do you think, mama?" he asked, his tone dropping to a low, intense murmur that commanded your attention. "faster." that was all you could say. you couldn't care less about the headlines or the rumours right now or who could be listening you just needed him. "course," his smirk never faltered, his pace started up but still slow. "all you're thinking of is my dick," he nibbled your war before adding. "how it's filling you up, how it stretches you, how you're taking it like a whore while everyone is outside," he gradually built up the pace slowly. "because that's what you are, my whore," he groans before starting up an unforgiving pace.
"fuck," you moaned at the sudden change, his hand flew to your mouth once again. "shut up," you suddenly unlocked a part of jackie that you didn't know you'd enjoy. his dick darted into your tight hole, he removed his hand kissing you muffling his own moans as well as yours. you stretched around his girth each time he thrtusted, at this point you knew you weren't going to last long. he pulls his lips away, still holding you close so he could miraculously thrust deeper. you were positive some of you lip gloss had gotten on white his dress shirt collar.
"i'm gonna cum," you felt your high approaching and with the way his thrust got sloppy he wasnt too far behind you. "cum on my dick mama," he groans fucking you through your orgasm. he gives three deep hard thrusts before his own warm cum oozed inside. he hadn't pulled out yet. still holding you close letting you both take a moment to breath. once he pulls out he watches the cum drip out from you onto the bench. "look at that, such a messy girl and all for me," he said smirking at the sight.
"shut up," you say flustered and slightly embarrassed, still coming down from the high. you then take note of the very noticeable brown lip gloss mark on his collar. "oh shit," you say under your breath. "s'wrong? wasn't too hard on you was i?" wave of concern washing over him. "no baby you were perfect, your collar," you point out and he checks in the mirror. "it's okay mama," he mentioned straightening it seeing it wasn't the worst thing.
"let them stare," he gives you a lazy smirk. "they'll already know its you anyways, at least now they got something real to talk about."
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