Phenomenal | Jaafar Jackson
— theme: romance, fluff, light angst, smut. 18+ !MNDI!
— pairing: Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader
— warning(s): kissing, making out, dry humping, p in v, oral(f!receiving), etc.
A/N: This was got kinda rushed😕💔 but any constructive feedbacks is welcome here on my blog 💕 Happy reading y’all !!
The rain outside only poured harder by the time the two of you left the café. Neither of you mentioned the confession again at first.
Not because you regretted it, but because suddenly everything felt fragile again, like speaking too loudly might ruin it.
The drive home was quiet, filled only with the sound of rain tapping against the windshield and soft music playing low through the speakers. Jaafar drove with one hand on the wheel while the other rested near the center console, close enough for your pinkies to brush every now and then.
Neither of you moved away.
By the time you reached his condominium, the rain had become too heavy to ignore “You should stay until it calms down,” he gently said as he hung his cap on the rack.
You both knew the rain wasn’t really the reason.
And somehow, hours later, the two of you ended up exactly where you always did — side by side in his bed, a movie playing quietly in the background that neither of you were paying attention to.
There was still space between your bodies.
Your head eventually found its way onto his shoulder, almost naturally, like it had done a hundred times before. He didn’t react at first—just shifted slightly so you could lean against him more comfortably.
Then his fingers began tracing absentminded shapes along your arm, slow and gentle, the touch so painfully familiar it made your chest ache. Each brush of his fingertips sent warmth blooming beneath your skin, your heartbeat stumbling harder the longer he kept doing it.
And maybe that was the dangerous part.
How easily the two of you still fit together like this.
“This feels exactly the same,” you whispered into the dark.
Jaafar turned his head slightly toward you.
“Maybe because it always was.”
You looked up at him then.
Really looked at him then, and suddenly those puppy dog eyes really felt significant at this point.
And for the first time in two months, neither of you pretended this was anything less than love. It no longer feels like out of the ordinary.
So when his hand finally found yours beneath the blankets, you held onto him tightly. Like the both of you were finally done letting go of the fragile chain that had kept you apart for so long.
His thumb brushed slowly over your knuckles beneath the blankets, warm and careful, like he was still memorizing the feeling of you.
The room stayed dim except for the soft light from the television flickering across his face. You could hear the rain outside, quieter now, steady against the windows.
Jaafar looked down at your intertwined hands before letting out the faintest chuckle under his breath.
“We’re really bad at staying away from each other,” he murmured.
You smiled weakly. “Yeah.”
Silence settled again, but this time it felt different. It felt heavy. Heavy in the way only longing could be. The kind that wrapped around the two of you so tightly it almost hurt to breathe through it. Outside, the rain continued tapping softly against the windows, filling the spaces neither of you seemed brave enough to touch with words.
The quiet no longer felt empty.
Your eyes drifted to his lips for only a second too long. That was all it took. His hand slowly moved from yours to your jaw carefully, almost cautiously, as if you were something fragile and sacred beneath his touch. His fingers barely brushed your skin at first, warm against your cheek, lingering there like he was giving you the chance to stop or for you to pull away.
The hesitation in his movements said everything his words couldn’t. Months apart, unresolved feelings, all the hurt sitting quietly between the two of you — it was all there in the way he held you so gently, like he was terrified of crossing a line that no longer belonged to him.
But you only leaned closer instead.
And the moment you did, you felt the smallest shift in his breathing.
His thumb brushed against your cheekbone almost absentmindedly, eyes flickering between yours and your lips as though he was trying to memorize every tiny reaction you gave him. The space between you disappeared little by little until all you could feel was his warmth surrounding you completely.
Neither of you spoke, and the thread was getting thinner and thinner as the seconds pass.
Because suddenly, words felt unnecessary compared to the way he was looking at you now — like he had missed this for far longer than he was willing to admit. Like both of you were trying to make up for every missed moment over the last two months.
Jaafar tenderly pressed his lips against yours like he had missed you in every possible way all at once — one hand cradling your face so gently while the warmth of his mouth melted perfectly against yours.
The kiss carried months of longing in it, soft and desperate at the same time, enough to make your chest ache almost instantly.
Your fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him unconsciously as if letting go would make this moment disappear. Every small movement of his lips against yours felt painfully familiar, pulling you deeper into something you had both clearly tried so hard to bury.
The movie continued playing quietly in the background, forgotten completely now. The dim light from the television flickered across the room while the soft, messy sounds of your kisses slowly filled the silence instead, blending with the quiet breaths shared between the two of you.
When he finally pulled away, it was only barely — just enough for the both of you to breathe. His lips still ghosted against yours, warm and lingering, while his forehead slowly fell against yours as if he physically couldn’t bring himself to stay far for too long.
“I missed this,” he whispered softly, the words fanning against your lips.
Your throat tightened almost instantly.
You swallowed hard before letting out a shaky breath. “Me too.”
For a moment, neither of you moved.
His eyes searched yours quietly, almost desperately, like he was trying to memorize every little reaction painted across your face — the way your lashes fluttered beneath his stare, the way your lips parted slightly from the lack of air, the way your entire body softened the closer he stayed.
The next kiss was deeper. Needier.
Not rushed— never rushed when it came to him.
Every kiss Jaafar gave you felt devastatingly careful, like he was trying to pour years of unsaid things into the way his lips moved against your skin instead. Every touch lingered longer than it needed to, heavy with the kind of yearning neither of you had ever been brave enough to put into words.
His hand slowly slid beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips brushing against the bare skin of your waist.
The contact made your breath hitch instantly.
His fingers rested there for a second before they began tracing slow, absentminded circles against your skin — gentle enough to soothe and ruin you all at once. The feeling sent a shiver crawling down your spine, your body instinctively melting closer into him before you could even stop yourself.
Jaafar noticed immediately.
A quiet grin tugged at the corner of his lips, small and almost smug, like he remembered every single thing your body did for him even after all this time. His thumb pressed slightly firmer against your waist before he leaned down again, pressing another lingering kiss just beneath your jaw.
Not enough to leave a mark.
Just enough to make your pulse stutter violently beneath his mouth.
His lips stayed there for a moment longer than necessary, warm against your skin while his breathing fanned softly across your neck. You could feel the way his chest rose unevenly against yours now, the restraint in him thinning little by little the closer you pulled him.
“You still react the same way,” he murmured softly against your skin, his voice lower this time — roughened by something that sounded dangerously close to affection and want tangled together.
The words alone nearly made your knees weaken, sending a rush of heat straight to your core. A soft breath escaped your lips as you felt warmth slowly pooling in your cunt, your body reacting to him before you could even think straight.
“Oh, Jaafar…” you whined softly.
Hearing how needy you sounded made heat curl low in his stomach, making his cock twitch beneath his jeans. His grip on your waist tightening almost instinctively beneath your touch. Taking the opportunity, Jaafar leaned in once more, capturing your lips in another kiss before you could even catch your breath properly.
This one felt messier. More domineering.
Your lips moved against each other desperately while soft breaths and quiet whimpers dissolved between every kiss. The moment his tongue swirled against yours, your breath hitched instantly, your fingers gripped tighter into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened even further.
You felt completely consumed by him.
And without pulling away completely, you slowly settled onto his lap, your knees resting on either side of him while his hands immediately steadied your waist, holding you against him like he couldn’t bear even the slightest distance between your bodies anymore.
The closeness alone made your breath falter. You could feel the firm heat of his boner pressed between the two of you even through the layers of fabric, enough to send another wave of wetness to your clothed pussy.
Your body only grew warmer by the second, your core tightening achingly as you remained rolling your hips on the strain in Jaafar’s jeans. Every small movement against him made your breath hitch, the tension between your bodies almost unbearable now.
“Oh, fuck…” a soft moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it.
“It’s okay, baby,” he grunted against your skin, his voice low and rough enough to send another wave of heat through your body. His grip on your waist tightened almost instinctively, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave faint bruises behind. “I’m gonna take good care of you.”
The reassurance alone made your cunt tighten.
Without wasting another second, Jaafar slipped his arms around you and lifted you effortlessly, keeping you pressed close against his lap like a velcro, while your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders. Your breath caught when he carried you toward the bedroom, his lips still occasionally brushing against your jaw and neck as though he couldn’t stop touching you even for a second.
The moment the back of your knees hit the mattress, he carefully laid you down onto the bed, your body sinking softly into the sheets beneath you.
For a second, he just looked at you.
Like he was trying to take everything in.
Then his hands moved to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one smooth motion before tossing it somewhere onto the floor. Your breath instantly faltered at the sight of him — the warmth of his skin, the rise and fall of his chest, the way desire was written all over his expression now.
Jaafar climbed onto the bed afterward, lowering himself between your parted thighs as his palms traced slow paths along your skin. His eyes never left yours, the intensity in them enough to make your entire body tremble beneath him.
His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your joggers, grazing your skin delicately before he slowly dragged the fabric down your legs until it pooled at your ankles.
The sight before him made his breath catch slightly — your bare thighs exposed beneath him, the only thing covering you now being the thin fabric of your panties.
A quiet curse slipped under his breath.
The way his gaze lingered on you made your stomach tighten instantly. Slowly. Shamelessly.
His eyes traced along the softness of your thighs before settling on the thin fabric still covering your pussy lips, and the look on his face alone made your slit clench in pure arousal.
Like he was already imagining how you’d feel beneath him.
He dipped himself in your cunt, his breath warm against your skin as his hands tightened slightly around your legs. The way he looked at you nearly made your heart stop — completely intoxicated by the pure erotica from the warmth between your thighs.
A shaky whimper escaped your lips the moment you felt his nose brush lightly against your clit, teasing enough to make your body tremble beneath him.
“Oh, baby… you smell so good,” he murmured softly against your skin, his voice roughened with restraint as he breathed you in — the faint scent of clean, sun-dried cotton from your laundry mixed with the sweet aroma of your own arousal, is enough to make his head spin.
“Can I?” he asked softly, his voice vibrating on your clit while his fingers toys lightly at the waistband of your panties, waiting for your approval.
You nodded swiftly, almost breathless, your reaction immediate and unsteady— like a cat in heat.
The fabric finally gave way, drawn down by his steady hand to unveil the entirety of the show.
There it was, the long-awaited prize, and the sight held him captive.
Your pussy, already wet and clenching with anticipation, gleamed under the light. A rough murmur broke from him, full of possession. "So pretty for me, baby."
He didn't wait. His tongue dipped at last, tracing a slow, deliberate path from your weeping slit up to the throbbing bud of your clit.
He drew back for a breath, a string of your arousal connecting his lips to you for a moment before breaking.
The sight of it made your walls clench. He watched your face as he brought a finger to his mouth, sucking it slick before bringing it back down to your entrance.
The slow press of a single finger into your heat made you gasp. He began to move, and with each deliberate thrust, his name fell from your lips like a prayer. "Please... please... Jaafar."
“You're doing so well for me," he praised, the words a low vibration against your sensitive flesh.
He didn't stop, the rhythm of his finger inside your walls unbroken as he sealed his lips back over your clit, the dual stimulation an exquisite, overwhelming pressure.
Through the haze of your own pleasure, you were distantly aware of his other hand moving, of the shift in the bed as he palmed the hard bulge straining against his jeans, a desperate, grinding rhythm that matched the tempo of the finger fucking your cunt.
"Baby... please," you moaned, the word barely coherent, your thighs trembling uncontrollably from the relentless stimulus.
"I want more..." The plea was raw, desperate.
He answered without hesitation. The finger inside you withdrew, and he made a show of tasting your slickness from his skin before sinking two fingers back into your clenching, velvety heat.
The sudden, delicious stretch made your core tighten instantly.
A raw, rasping cry tore from your lungs, a sound of pure, unadulterated need. This was it. This was the thing you had been craving most.
Your mind, already hazy, fractured completely, all coherent thought dissolving into the singular, all-consuming obsession for the release that now loomed just within reach.
The world narrowed to the sensations he orchestrated. Each pump of his fingers was a deliberate claim, a perfect, scissoring stretch that sent shockwaves through you.
Your hips began to move of their own accord, riding his hand, chasing the friction. He curled his fingers just so, finding that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind your eyes.
Your breath hitched, caught in your throat, and the only sounds you could manage were broken whimpers and choked gasps. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in your belly, an unbearable, beautiful pressure threatening to snap.
"Wanna come on your cock..." The words were a broken sob, tears welling and spilling from the corners of your eyes, tracking paths through the flush on your cheeks.
The effect was instantaneous.
His movements stilled, the fingers buried inside you pausing their maddening dance. The praise on his lips died, replaced by a raw, possessive hunger.
"Anything for my pretty baby," he growled, the promise a vow. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste your orgasm one last time before moving with desperate haste.
The metallic rasp of his unbuckling belt cut through the heavy breathing.
As he freed himself from the confines of the leather, you sat up, your own hands moving with trembling urgency. Yanking your shirt over your head, the thin fabric catching for a second before it was gone.
The clasp of your bra was next, a deft flick of your fingers, and the material fell away.
Your breasts were bared to him, flushed and heavy, nipples pebbled tight in the cool air.
Jaafar froze, his belt hanging open. His dark eyes roamed over the sight of you, from the tear-streaked bliss on your face down to the perfect swell of your tits.
"Shit..." The word was a reverent whisper. He reached a hand out, then stopped, a rare flicker of restraint in his gaze. "Can I...? Need to play with them so bad."
You could only nod a breathless gesture of consent. He was on you in a heartbeat, his hot, wet mouth closing over one peaked nipple while his other hand palmed the generous weight of your other breast.
He sucked hard, a swirl of his tongue, a scrape of teeth, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. You arched into him, your hands clutching at his shoulders, crying out as he lavished the same attention on its twin.
Finally, with a groan of reluctance, he pulled back. His hands went to his jeans, shoving them and his briefs down in one rough motion.
His thick hot cock sprang free, slapping against his lower belly. The tip was an angry, flushed pink, a bead of pre-cum already pearling at the slit and threatening to drip onto the sheets.
He stared down at you, stroking himself once, slowly, from base to tip, coating his length in the fluid.
He leaned over you, bracing one arm by your head. With his other hand, he spread the slick arousal from your folds over his shaft, lubricating himself thoroughly. "Gonna be so good for you," he gritted out, positioning himself at your entrance. "Stretch you out just right."
The stretch was exquisite, a slow, steady burn as he seated himself to the hilt. He paused, letting you adjust from the thickness of his girth. “Fuck.. so tight," he grunted, his breath hot on your face. "Taking me so good. So good for me."
He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that made your toes curl. Each drag of his cock against your walls was a new revelation, a new wave of pleasure.
Praise fell from his lips in between harsh grunts. "such a perfect pussy... made for me..."
The slow pace was a torment, a deliberate winding of the coil deep inside you. "Harder," you begged, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Jaafar, please, harder.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. The gentleness shattered. He withdrew almost completely before slamming back into you, the force of it stealing your breath.
The bed began to creak, a rhythmic protest to the ferocity of his thrusts. His hips snapped against yours, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, slick and obscene.
"Is this what you wanted?.. hm?" he snarled trying to maintain his composure, his face a mask of concentration and primal need. "To be.. ugh.. fucked like this?” He hooked his arms under your knees, pushing your legs up and back, folding you nearly in half.
The new angle was devastating, allowing him to go deeper, to grind against that spot deep inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes. He was over you now, in a true mating press, using his body weight to pin you down and take you with raw, unrestrained force.
“damn it.. squeezing me so tight... gonna make me... make me cum," he gasped, his rhythm becoming erratic.
"Where do you want it, baby? Tell me. Can I... can I cum inside you? Please...? let me fill you up." The question, broken and desperate, was what sent you over the edge.
“Yes please.. please come inside me," you cry out. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and stilled. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest as he spilled into you, the hot rush of his release triggering your own orgasm.
Your walls clenched around him, milking him for every last drop as your entire body convulsed with the force of it.
For a long moment, the only sounds were your combined, ragged pants.
He collapsed onto you, his full weight pressing you into the mattress, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His cock, still buried deep, began to soften inside you, but he didn't move to pull out, content to remain twined with you, your bodies slick and sweat-soaked in the aftermath.
You lay like that for an eternity and a second, the frantic hammering of your hearts slowly settling into a shared, steady rhythm.
The air in the room was thick, saturated with the scent of sex and sweat, a heavy blanket of pure satisfaction. The weight of him wasn't a burden; it was an anchor, grounding you after the seismic pleasure that had just torn through your body.
You could feel the softening of him still inside you, a warm, intimate presence, and the slow, slick trickle of his cum beginning to seep out.
He shifted, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you. The aggressive hunger in his eyes had been replaced by something softer, something raw and open.
His thumb came up to gently wipe a tear track you hadn't realized was still there.
"Hey," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "You okay?"
A lazy, blissful smile spread across your face. You managed a weak nod, your body feeling boneless and utterly replete. "After everything that happened,” you whispered, your voice hoarse. “okay doesn’t even begin to cover it.,"
That earned you a real smile, a flash of white in the dim light, before he leaned down and kissed you. It was different from the other kisses—there was no urgency, no claim, only a slow, deep, and impossibly tender exploration.
A kiss that said everything else had been the appetizer, and this was the main course. This was the quiet after the storm.
"I mean it," he said against your lips, pulling back just enough to speak. "Anything for you."
Your heart did a strange little flip. You brought a hand up to cup the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in the damp hair at his nape. "Stay," you breathed, the request barely audible. "Just... stay for a minute."
Jaafar’s answer was to lower himself back down, not with his full weight this time, but enough that you could feel every line of him against you. He nestled his head in the hollow of your shoulder, his breathing evening out as he pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your skin.
"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, and in the quiet darkness, you knew he meant it. The world could wait.
For now, there was only the steady beat of his heart against yours, and the feeling of being completely and utterly his.
“Jaafar?..” The silence between you finally broke, soft and fragile in the aftermath of everything.
“Hm?” he answered almost immediately, his voice low and steady, like he was still holding onto you even without words.
You swallowed, your fingers lightly curling against him as the honesty slipped out before you could overthink it. “I love you… so much.”
For a brief moment, his expression softened completely — all intensity fading into something warmer, quieter, almost relieved. His hand moved gently over your skin, slow and grounding, like he was reassuring himself you were really there with him.
“I love you so much more, my love,” he replied with a small, tender smile, his thumb brushing over you in soft, absent-minded caresses as he held you close.
This honestly feels like such a huge achievement for me because this is the first fic I’ve ever written and finished 🥺💕 I really hope you guys enjoyed reading it because this literally had me tweaking while writing parts of it out in PUBLIC 😭
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