beach house vacay with jaafar 🌸𓂃 ོ☼𓂃
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“Okay, bikinis, sunscreen, toiletries…hm, what else?”
You look at your pink suitcase, packed with sundresses and shorts. Jaafar invited you to his family’s beach house for the summer.
“Oh, c'mon, you have to come. I know how hard you've been studying and working. The beach house will make you forget about all that. swear it,” he spoke, grinning at you.
No matter how many times you made excuses, Jaafar somehow kept finding reasons to get you to go.
But maybe he was right, it would be a harmless getaway for a while, you needed it too. forgetting about all your stresses, and focusing more on which bikini suited you.
“And what better way to spend summer than with your best friend, hm?”
You sat by the steps of your small apartment, beside your suitcase. Jaafar insisted on picking you up, saying it was the least he could do after all the convincing.
You fiddled with the friendship bracelet he gave you on your birthday, a gold-plated band with a little flower detail. Flowers—being a significant thing that Jaafar liked to associate with you. Often giving you the nickname Petunia, which sprouted ever since senior high, when he saw you in a pink corsetted dress for prom, and a lovely pink petunia adorned in your curls.
When he wasn't busy cursing himself for not asking you sooner to be his date to prom, he stared at you on the dance floor with your date all night. Feeling relieved you never went to the afterparty with that jackass. But even if you did go, he swore to himself he wouldn't dare let you out of his sight, wanting to make sure you got home safe… and because he hated the fact that some idiot would get that close to you.
A familiar rumble of a car pulled in, and you looked up from your finger tracing over the flower engraved in gold.
The driver's side of the car window going down now, as he grinned at you through shades.
You rolled your eyes at him, standing now.
“Y’know, on second thought, I think I might stay. I got stuff to do.” You fought back a smile, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of the fact that you really were looking forward to going on vacation with not only him, but his family.
“Don't be like that, c'mon,” he laughed, hopping out of the car to grab your suitcase. “Plus, you're already packed, no backing out of this now Petunia.”
He pushed your suitcase into the trunk before opening the car door for you. Extending his hand out to help you in.
“I also made a playlist specifically for this trip and it would've broke my heart if you decided not to come.” he gave an overly dramatic pout at you.
You laughed at his silliness, reaching for his hand.
Each time your fingers accidentally brushed, or he leaned a little too close, you felt that familiar flutter in your stomach.
There was no exception to butterflies around him. One time, he delicately put his hand around your waist to guide you through a crowd. You felt like you were on fire. Though you would have to remind yourself that it was innocent, and that you were friends—best friends.
You hum along, eventually singing out the lyrics like you were solange.
“I could just fall… in love with you!” ♪ ༘⋆
You sing, moving around like the car was a stage. Jaafar smirks and laughs at you, with one hand on the wheel, while the other casually rests near the gear shift.
“Gosh, I love Solange!!” You smile, looking at the queue in his playlist, before tilting your head.
“Hold up, though, what you know about Solange?” You point a finger at him, as if he were forsaken to know.
“The real question is, what don’t I know about Solange… You played her like every day at the house.” He snorted a laugh at your accusatory finger.
You looked at him, smiling at his remberance. Grabbing his shades now, placing the sunglasses on your eyes. He glanced over at your sudden action, squinting his eyes on the road now, the glaring sun highlighting more of his face and precious brown eyes.
“Really?” he scoffed, but secretly loved seeing his large shades on your face.
“They look better on me,” you grinned at him.
He glanced at you again, wanting to nod and agree with you immediately. Honestly, if you asked for them he would give them to you in a heartbeat, just to see you smile at him like that.
But instead, he shook his head at the thought and looked back to the road. “Don't ruin them,” he laughed, although he couldn't care less whether you ruined them or not. All that mattered was seeing his things on you, like the friendship bracelet he absolutely loved seeing around your wrist. But his sunglasses on you just added another layer of his affection for you. He could feel his heart skip a beat each time he looked at you. And he couldn't stop replaying a thought that told him he didn't want you as his best friend.
“Aaand were here Petunia.”
You slowly stirred from your uncomfortable napping position during the hour-and-a-half drive. He pulled into the garage, as Jermajesty was already waiting outside, flashing him a smug grin.
Jaafar gave him a quick look to cut it out.
It's no secret that Jaafar’s family often called you his girlfriend, whether by mistake or teasingly. Although you started to wonder if there was more to it, whenever Jermajesty said it with a knowing grin, often more at his brother than you.
You couldn't lie, though, the name sounded so nice on you.
Not best friend. But Girlfriend.
“I can grab your things and show you to your room.”
You nodded as you rubbed your eyes from the sleep, more of an excuse to keep looking at him in the driver's seat. The cream-colored baseball cap and simple, plain white tee that hugged him just right.
It was almost annoying how effortlessly handsome he could be.
You walked in the house together, noting how quiet it was.
“Hm, they must've gone to the pier without us. I told them to wait.” He shook his head as he rolled your suitcase into your holiday room.
A simple white room with ocean blue accents of decor. Just outside, you could get a view of the beach near the window.
“Let me know if everything is okay, yeah?”
“Honestly, Jaafar, this is beautiful,” you giggled, “everything is more than okay, it's perfect.”
He smiled at you, pleased at your reaction, before his brother wound up in the house now, going up the steps to laugh at his brother's smittenness with you.
“So she likes it?” Jermajesty asked him.
“Yeah… aren't you supposed to be at the pier with dad?” he spoke, annoyed, as if he ruined the confectionery moment.
“Yeah, but I wanted to steal some more popsicles from the freezer, and you happened to pull up, so I thought, why not say hi to my favorite lovebirds?” he laughed as he walked past Jaafar to hug you.
You hugged him back, sucking your teeth in fake annoyance at the term lovebirds.
“Lovebirds now? That's a new one, Jaafar,” you laughed.
“Ignore him...” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You don't even wanna know half of the other things he's called us.”
“Oh, there's more?” you whipped your head to face a grinning Jermajesty.
“You guys spark my creative lenses.” he threw his hands up in mock surrender.
“Can't help what I see, even grandma would agree.”
“Okay that's enough, get out before I make this the worst vacation for you.” He threatened.
“Okay, okay, I'm going, damn.” Jermajesty chuckled as he retreated to the freezer in search of popsicles.
“Big back ass…” Jaafar muttered under his breath, looking back at you now. Both of you laugh at his remark about his brother.
“Just uh, let me know if everything isn't perfect anymore, then,” he gestured toward the room, “I'll fix it.” He gave you a warm smile, the sweet one he always gave you.
“Dinner will be starting pretty soon, I'm sure, so you'll get a proper welcome and not just Jermajesty.” A breathy laugh escaped him as he left you to settle in the coastal atmosphere of the room.
You set aside a tropical ombre pink halter dress for dinner as you finished unpacking, zipping up your suitcase at last.
a bell rang suddenly, startling you.
Jaafar gave three knocks on your door before you said come in.
“Probably should've mentioned about the bell, they mainly use it for dinner, so don't worry about your sleep getting interrupted in the morning.”
He then took his eyes off of you to look at the dress hanging up by the door. He gulped.
“Is that what you're gonna wear?”
“Yeah.” You smiled before furrowing your brows in worry, his face looked like he had seen a ghost. Was it really that bad? You did thrift it not too long ago.
“Is it bad? I mean I have other ones..” You went to your closet now.
“Oh god, you hate it.” You took the dress down from the door hurriedly.
“What? What—no, no, it's beautiful. I just meant— it’ll look nice on you, don't take it down.” he stopped you in your hurried tracks to try to find another dress. His hands were on your shoulders.
There it was, the butterflies.
Butterflies from the man who’s supposed to be your best friend, but your heart is telling you otherwise.
You both stared at each other, neither of you moving.
He could feel his heart doing jumping jacks, wondering if you felt it too.
“Dinner!” Jermajesty called out.
Both of you snapping out of each other's trance.
He cleared his throat quickly, retracting his hands.
“You wouldn't have made it out in time for dinner if you decided to change your dress at the last minute. This one's nice,” he rushed off, clicking your door shut.
Leaving you standing there, blinking in confusion.
What the fuck just happened…
Dinner was served on the patio, the sunset looking as beautiful as ever.
Jaafar’s dad, Jermaine, caught up with you just before you sat down.
“We've been looking forward to having you, we missed y'all at the pier. Sorry about that.”
“Ah, no worries, it was a pretty long drive. Thank you for the invitation,” you smiled.
“Well, you know, you family. Gotta give the best paradise to my son’s girl,” he shook Jaafar’s arm in approval, grinning.
Jaafar almost choked on his water, clearing his throat.
He's been clearing his throat a lot more often, you noticed, mainly whenever it came to you.
You wanted to correct him, but before you could his dad was already on the other side of the table to sit down.
Jermajesty spoke now, “Dad, they're friends.” he laughed. He just couldn't help himself could he?
“Mm, right— Oh, Jaafar, that one girl—what’s her name,” he tapped his finger on the glass as other family members chatted around the table, grabbing more food. “Oh, I got it, Maddie.”
A name you haven't heard in months. You knew he had an on-and-off again relationship with her.
When they first got together, you supported it as any good friend would. But then you would notice how much she took him for granted. They'd get together one month and break up the next season, and he'd just take her back like she never canceled dates at the last minute, reached out when it was convenient to her, and always expected him to apologize.
It was draining, and you hated seeing him upset and feeling like he was at fault.
“Jaafar… you should really stop giving her all these chances. The more you give her, the more she thinks she'll get away with. You deserve someone who wouldn't treat you like that.”
You remembered resting a gentle hand on his thigh in that moment. You wanted your best friend out of that nightmare.
“…Yeah, maybe you're right Petunia.”
“Not maybe, I am,” you laughed quietly, nudging his shoulder.
You looked at Jaafar at the table now, waiting for his response.
“We’re not together anymore. I was chasing the wrong flower.”
Jermaine chewed his food, nodding, “Mm—well, I know all about watering the wrong flowers, so don't sweat it.”
You felt relieved that he wasn't pursuing her anymore; selfishly, you wanted it to stay that way.
After chatting for hours and eating until you grew full, it was finally night. But your mind kept replaying the stolen glances you and Jaafar kept giving each other at the dinner table.
In the morning, you started your routine like you normally would.
You shook out your curls, refreshing them with a sweet-smelling oil. You then picked out your bikini for today, deciding on the pink and white striped string one.
You grabbed some fruit and water from the fridge and headed out towards the pool with your towel and essentials. You laid out your towel, sitting on the pool chair. You played your music quietly on your speaker.
You massaged coconut oil on your body, shimmering in the sun now. You felt like you could feel someone watching you, instinctively you turned your head towards the house.
Curtains from a window quickly flew.
A few minutes pass, and you hear the sound of light patting on the tiles.
“Someone's up and early.” Jaafar in his shades and swimming shorts, was now near you.
You glanced down at his body. Well, in your defense, it looked at you first.
“Didn't wanna wake anyone, but it seemed peaceful out.” you continued to rub the oil around your thighs as you spoke.
He thanked himself for not forgetting his shades.
He made sure to catch every curve of your body.
“Well I hope you planned on getting wet.”
Your mind was out of control when the word wet left his mouth. Cursing yourself mentally.
“Don't wanna let the pool go to waste, is all.” he grinned, as he hopped in, still facing you.
“Yeah, I'll get in soon, but just so you know, you're ruining the peaceful morning I had to myself,” you smirked at him.
“Y'know, for a guy who's supposed to be your best friend, you sure don't treat me like one… it's toxic actually.”
“Shut up.” you snickered.
You stood up walking towards the pool now, only dipping your feet in as you sat on the edge.
“You're not coming in?” He tilted his head at you.
“I don't wanna swim with you.”
He shook his head and smiled as he bit his lip.
“I think your favorite thing to do to me is torture me.”
“I do no such thing; you should be grateful I allow you in my life.” You folded your arms now, mischievously smirking down at him in the pool.
From his perspective you really were torturing him.
Your boobs were pressed together by your arms right in front of him, and he got a perfect view of your pussy where you sat, the stringy bikini doing nothing to hide it.
He licked his lips and nodded at your heavily false remarks, smirking.
“Your legs are pretty much there, so” he lightly tugged on them to get you to come in the water with him.
You gasped as you pushed him with your manicured foot.
He laughed at you as he grabbed your foot and placed it back near the tiles, now holding both your thighs, his body between them.
“…You're really pretty up close, Petunia. You know that.” He spoke more quietly.
You weren't even sure if the feeling in your stomach were butterflies at this point.
He moved his hands up to feel your stretch marks on the sides of your bum. His thumbs messing with the bikini’s string.
His breath shallowed, as he looked back up into your beautiful doll-like eyes.
“…T-tell me you feel it too, if not, I’ll walk away.”
You slowly but carefully put your hands on his shoulders.
“I do… I- feel it too…” your confident teasing self was long gone now.
The emotion in the air could only be described as raw and unfiltered…loved and love.
He took his hand and found it on your chin. He guided you into his lips as he wrapped his other arm around your waist.
The kiss felt right. So very right. You sucked on each other's lips like your life depended on it, occasionally knocking each other’s teeth. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as you slid yours along. He sucked on your tongue before quickly going right back to devouring your lips.
When you both finally broke apart, you gasped for air. A hand pressing on your chest, as you breathed.
He adjusted his swimming shorts in the water, eyes looking at you possessively yet lovingly. Something only Jaafar could manage to do.
You were about to go in the water with him fully now before he stopped you with his grip on your thighs.
“…N-no, no, not yet.” breathed out.
“Stay there, please, Petunia.” he begged you, and you looked at him confused but followed.
He looked down at you hungrily, wiping his mouth.
Then he looked back up at you.
You suddenly realized just what he meant.
Still, the two of you by the pool, Jaafar looked back at the house before returning his eyes to you.
Your speaker still played music quietly.
"Kelis - Sugar Honey Iced Tea"
I woke up this mornin' and seen somethin' bright
He traced a finger lightly around your thighs, breathing shakily, like he didn't want to accidentally make the wrong move with you.
He moved his head towards your stomach, kissing your belly before just going below your belly button.
He kissed your abdomen as he tugged on your bikini strings.
But I bet you didn't know
You're my sugar honey iced tea, baby
You're just as sweet as can be ♪ ༘⋆
You spoke quietly as you tried your best to conceal how good his mouth felt on your skin,
“D-did you want them off..?”
He gave one last smooch to your abdomen before looking back up at you.
“No, keep them on, they fit so well on you...” He continued to toy with them.
He finally kissed your thighs, looking up at you occasionally to make sure you felt comfortable, and then he finally pressed his lips to your pussy. The bikini fabric failing to cloak his mouth.
You let out a seductive sigh; the touch made you all sensitive.
He positioned a ring and index finger near your inner thigh, sliding over the fabric, revealing your drenched, sopping wet pussy.
You mewled at the sudden feel of air exposing you, and his eyes wouldn't leave the sight of your arousal.
“Fuck—she's so pretty…” he licked his lips as he continued to stare, now circling his other hand around your thigh to soothe you.
He put his head between your thighs, licking a stripe. You immediately squeeze your thighs around his head, hands now finding their way to his head.
Prodding a finger now—as he continued to make out with your slimy pussy, licking in a circle at your sensitive bud.
“Jaafar! I—mmhm—I can't! Fuck!”
You quickly covered your mouth, not wanting to risk being caught like this. Especially when his whole family was still in the house.
“You can beautiful, just give in to me, mhm... Just like that.”
You bit your lower lip as you grind yourself on his tongue, breathing out shakily.
“Oh god, you feel so good!”
“Taste sweeter than I imagined, petunia.”
He pushed his face more into your sweetness. Slurpy noises and ‘mhm's, leaving his lips. He spat on your pussy as he licked it back up, drool coating his chin from your eroticness.
You lifted a leg now, eliciting a delicious moan and pull of his curls.
“Mm! Gonna—m’gonna cum!” You squeezed his head with your thighs, moving faster and faster on his fluttering tongue.
“Mm—Yeah?” He quite literally didn't care if he lost oxygen, if it meant he'd get to eat you out like this all the time.
He moved his fingers faster as he sucked sweetly on your sensitive bud.
A heavy and high orgasm ripped from your throat, as your legs shook around him.
“Mm, oh fuck…” your pussy creamed all over his mouth, and he continued to lap everything up, down to the last drop.
It was clenching over nothing, pulsating crazily.
He let off on you with a wet ‘pop!’
He licked his lips, sucking off his middle and ring finger that afflicted your cunt stupidly.
Suddenly, Jermajesty opened the glass door, holding out a pool noodle.
Jaafar quickly adjusted your bikini before grabbing you in the water with him. A large splash ensued.
“The fuck y'all out here so early for? I didn't even turn on the sparklers for the pool.” Jermajesty threw the noodle in the pool.
Your backside was closely in front of Jaafar, in the pool now, feeling just how pent up he was in that water.
Jermajesty looked at both of you.
“Am I interrupting something…?”
You whipped your head at Jaafar at his quick answer.
You glanced at Jaafar with panicked eyes.
“Did he finally ask you to be his girlfriend?” he grinned ear to ear now.
“Took you forever, but I told you the beach house would be perfect, eh!” He gestured around the scenery.
“Yeah… I was getting to it.” Jaafar sighed with annoyance at his little brother, but also with relief because he was oblivious to what you two were doing just before he walked in.
“Oh. Should I go back inside? Or no, just tell me when to come back, or no, no wait, let me get my phone for this!” Jermajesty cracked up.
“Oh my God,” you groaned, breathing out in relief, just like Jaafar.
“Yeah, get your phone, and I'll make sure to get the underwater angle,” Jaafar threw the pool noodle at him as Jermajesty laughed and ran back inside.
It was just the two of you again now.
“…So this was your plan, to ask me to be your girlfriend here, hm?” You turned to look at him.
“W-well yeah… but y’know I got too caught up…”
He placed a hand on your waist in the water.
A smile tugged at his lips.
“Maybe a little more than caught up… but it's not my fault!”
You laughed at him, kissing him on the cheek.
He turned you around fully, facing him.
“I'm tired of convincing myself that being your best friend was just enough. It's not. It never was.”
He pulled you a little closer now.
“I don't wanna do summers like this without you.”
“Fuck—even the little things, I want to wake up next to you and make you laugh, make you breakfast, take you out on dates, just because it’s Tuesday…” he looked at you so longingly.
“I wanna hold you, without having to think twice about it.”
He swallowed before asking.
“Will you be my girlfriend, Petunia?”
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