✨ Jaafar Jackson Stories✨

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he looked on a different level of fine during the making of Bad, there’s something so poetic about that transition period, you can FEEL his character and his confidence growing UGGGGGGHHHHHHH

don’t get me started on that outfit that red shirt makes me have palpitations

Thrad era how i love you

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Movie Night Interrupted (Jaafar Jackson)

The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the television, casting long shadows across the furniture. You and Jaafar were curled up on the couch, a massive bowl of popcorn sitting precariously between you. It was supposed to be a night in. Just you two, a cheesy rom-com, and each other's company.

But Jaafar couldn't focus. His eyes kept drifting from the screen to the curve of your neck, the way your lips curled around a piece of popcorn, the way your silk pajama shorts rode up just enough to show the smooth skin of your thighs.

"Are you even watching this?" you teased, nudging his shoulder with your foot. "You've been staring at me for twenty minutes."

He laughed, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. "I'm watching. I'm just... appreciating the view."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but a warmth spread through you at his words. You reached out, tracing the line of his jaw with your thumb. "Appreciating what exactly?"

He caught your hand, bringing it to his lips, and pressed a kiss to your palm. "You. Always you."

The movie continued in the background, but the mood had shifted. The air between you grew thick with unspoken desire, the popcorn forgotten as you leaned in closer.

Jaafar's hand found the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, testing the waters, but then it deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting the popcorn salt and your own sweetness. You moaned softly, your hand sliding into his hair, pulling him closer.

The kiss grew hungrier, more desperate, as his hands roamed your body. One hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. The other hand slid down your pants, his fingers dancing over your heat.

"God, you're so wet," he whispered against your lips. "You're already ready for me."

You gasped, your hips bucking up against his hand. "Jaafar, we can't—"

"We can," he cut you off, his voice husky. "The movie is boring anyway. Let's do something more fun."

He pulled away from you, his eyes dark with desire. "On your knees," he commanded softly.

You didn't hesitate. You got on your knees between his legs, the couch dipping as he leaned back. You reached for his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. His pants and boxers pooled around his ankles, freeing his length.

You took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head, tasting the salt of his skin. Jaafar groaned, his head falling back against the couch cushions, his eyes closing in pleasure. He reached down, tangling his fingers in your hair, guiding your movements.

You took him deeper, your throat stretching around him, tears pricking at the eyes from the sheer size. You bobbed your sexily, taking him in and out, your mouth hot and wet around him. Hearing his soft moans fill the air.

"Fuck," he hissed, his hips bucking up to meet your mouth. "You're so good at that. What a view."

You hummed in agreement, the vibration sending shockwaves through him. He pulled you up, kissing you deeply, tasting himself on your lips.

"I bet you taste so good," he whispered, his hand on your back, pulling you flush against him. "Now it's my turn to taste you. Come ride my face baby.”

He pulled you forward towards him on the couch, spreading your legs wide as you sank down onto his mouth bracing the couch as leverage. Feeling his tongue meet your soft folds the moment you lowered your heat your thighs bracing around his mouth, his tongue flicking over your clit, his jaw pushing into the ache of your core making you arch your back and cry out.

"Jaafar," you gasped, your nails digging into the couch cushions. "Oh god, the movie..."

"Baby who cares about the movie?" he growled, his tongue working magic on your pussy. "Mmm this is way better."

He ate you out with a ferocity that left you breathless, his fingers working in tandem with his tongue, making you come undone. You clamped your legs around his head, pulling him closer, your body writhing on. His tongue working magic as he tasted you from front to back and pressed his hot tongue into your entrance. Your sweet juices weting his face as he licked you up like an ice cream cone.

“Fuck I could have you ride my face constantly. I love eating your sweet pussy baby.” He moaned into your core the rumble igniting a pant and moan of your own as your tilt your head back.

“Oh Jaafar!”

“Yeah baby, say my name.” Her murmured into your pussy. His fingers guiding your hips so you would ride his face at the tempo he chose.

“Mmm you like that baby?” You smile down at the man pleasuring you with expertise and precision.

"God, Y/N," he panted, pulling away. "You taste like heaven."

He crawled up your body, kissing you deeply, sharing the taste of you with you.

"Next time," he whispered against your lips, "let's just skip the movie."

The credits were rolling on the rom-com, but neither of you was paying attention. The air in the room was thick, charged with the tension that had been building since the first scene. He had already switched you positions at some point. “I still want to eat you out but you need to lay on your back baby.” Jaafar commanded at one point shift you both abruptly. Jaafar’s head was buried between your thighs, his tongue working a relentless, hungry rhythm against your clit. Your fingers were tangled in his curls, holding him there, your hips bucking up to meet his mouth.

You wanted more. You wanted to see his face, wanted to see the way his eyes darkened when he looked at you. You wanted to feel him inside you, not just his tongue. You watched his shoulder blades move as he dipped lower and higher his movements soft and deliberate. His eyes meeting up with yours at one point. “You good baby?” He said quickly dipping back down before you could answer. Your back arching and his tongue flicking your clit.

Your hand slid down his back then across the coffee table, fingers closing around the remote. You clicked the power button. The screen went black, plunging the room into darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of the city lights outside.

Jaafar paused, lifting his head slightly. The dim light caught the glistening of your juices on his lips, the dark desire in his eyes. "What did you do that for?" he asked, his voice rough and husky.

"Because it was blinding me," you whispered, pulling him up by the neck. "I wanted you to look at me."

He kissed you, a deep, searing kiss that tasted of you and him. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured against your lips. "I could stare at you forever. You're absolutely stunning. You're perfect."

He pushed you back onto the couch, his hands roaming your body, caressing your curves. "You're so soft," he whispered, his hands squeezing your breasts. "And so warm. I love how you feel under my hands. You're incredible. I could eat you out all night and never stop. Let me finish my meal.” He winked.

He positioned himself between your legs again his hands on your hips, guiding you. "Fuck I love how you taste. You moan, “I want to feel you inside me though.” He stopped, oh I thought… okay if you’re ready I can. But I'm gonna go slow," he said, his voice low. "I want to take my time with you."

He teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, rubbing it against your folds, gathering your wetness. "Fuck baby you’re so wet for me," he said, looking into your eyes. "You're soaking. I can't wait to be inside you."

He slid into you slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open. You moaned, your back arching off the couch. "God, Jaafar," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "You feel so good."

He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. "You're so tight," he whispered, his eyes filled with adoration. "You're so perfect around me. I love feeling you wrap around me like this." He said breathless. The way his voice changed. He couldn’t concentrate to even form the words. “Fuck y/n.”

He started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, exploring every inch of you. "You feel so good, Y/N," he said, turning his head to kiss you. "You're so beautiful. I could just eat you up."

“And you did, now fuck me sensless.” He leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the dark bud. "Mmm so pretty, so sensitive," he whispered, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "I love how you react to me."

He kissed you roughly. "You tasted so delicious. I love how you taste. You're so perfect."

He kissed his way down your neck, kissing you deeply, sharing the taste of yourself with you. "You're so good for me," he whispered, turning his head to kiss you. "You're so beautiful. You're my favorite thing in the world."

"You're making me crazy," you moaned, your hips moving in time with his. "I need more."

He moved his hands to your hips, helping you lift yourself up, his hard cock finding more room as he thrusted deep and hard. "You want to ride me?" he asked, his eyes dark with desire. "Of course.” You smiled. “Mmmm what a brave girl you are. You're so brave. I love how you take control."

He pulled out as you two switched positions and you began to straddle him, he held his cock at the base guiding his cock into your pussy your milky wetness dripping down him as you sank down slowly, taking him all the way in. "God, you feel so big," you moaned, starting to move your hips. You bounced on his cock, your breasts bouncing in time with your thrusts. "I love how you feel inside me. You're so hard and thick Jaafar."

He watched you ride him, his hands on your breasts, squeezing them. "You're so sexy," he said, his eyes locked on your face. "You're so beautiful. I love watching you take me. You're so good for me."

He reached up, grabbing your breast with both hands. “Harder baby, fuck my cock hard and let me fill you with my hot cum.” You close your eyes as you keep up the pace riding his length up and down. Eventually his hands meet your waist, pulling you down hard, making you take all of him. "You're so tight," he said, his voice low. "I love feeling you squeeze me. You're so perfect. Fuck…”

You rode him hard, bouncing on his cock. "God, you're so sexy," he said, his eyes locked on your face. "You're so beautiful. Look at you riding me and taking me so well.” He said pushing his hand through his damp curls. “I love watching you take me. You're so good for me."

"Baby, let me fill you up with my cum. I can’t hold it anymore. I'm going to fill you up," he said, his voice low. You nodded unable to speak from a mic of being out of breath and still trying to keep tempo as you bounce on his thick cock.

He bucked up a few times into your core throwing you off tempo a little as he came deep inside you, filling you up with his hot seed. "Creaming inside of you is like nothing else in this world. Fuck babyyy." He yelled out.

He came deep inside you, filling her up with his hot seed. "I'm going to fill you up," he groaned, his voice ragged as his hips jerked erratically against yours, pumping his cum into you with ruthless precision. "Gonna fill this tight little pussy up until it overflows. You're so fucking perfect for me, Y/N."

He gripped your waist, holding you down firmly as he emptied himself completely, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. When he finally stilled, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours, his breathing still heavy.

“Oh gosh.” He moaned kissing your lips then your temple coming down from his high. “Are you alright my love?” “Yes I am so good, I promise.”

"You were amazing," he whispered, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips. "I love you so much."

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "I love you too, Jaafar."

He chuckled softly, nuzzling your neck. "I’m sorry we missed the movie."

You laughed, running your fingers through his hair. "Who cares? This was better."

He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a mischievous glint. "So, you're saying you want to make a sequel?"

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't suppress the grin spreading across your face. "Only if you promise to be on top next time."

He laughed, the sound deep and warm. "Deal. And you were pretty slick shutting off the tv.” He laughed.

You lay there for a few more minutes, just enjoying the afterglow and the closeness between you two. Eventually, Jaafar pulled out, the cool air hitting your skin as he stood up to grab some tissues. When he returned, he gently cleaned you up, his touch as soft and loving as ever.

"Hey," he said softly, lying back down beside you and pulling you into his arms. "I'm sorry I was so rough earlier. I just... I needed to get it all out."

You shook your head, snuggling closer to him. "It was exactly what I needed. I love being your outlet, Jaafar. Always."

He kissed the top of your head, holding you tight. "And I love that you're always here for me. You're my rock, Y/N. My everything."

You closed your eyes, feeling safe and loved in his arms. The movie was long forgotten, but the moment was perfect.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes! Wow 🤩♥️

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New series on my Wattpad Cup_of_Jonas

Heart of the Sea- Forbidden Love (Jaafar Jackson)

Author's Note

You do not have to be a Jaafar Jackson fan to read and enjoy this story. He is simply cast as one of the main characters. I like to cast my stories as if they were a series or movie.

Description

Princess Nerina was never supposed to love the land.

She was raised beneath the sea, taught to fear humans, and warned that the world above the waves would only take from hers. But Nerina has always been too curious for caution. Disguised as human, she slips onto land in secret, wandering harbor markets, collecting treasures, and searching for anything that might help save her dying kingdom.

Then she meets Jaafar.

He is charming, handsome, and far too easy to trust.

But Jaafar belongs to a kingdom on the brink of war with hers, and the closer they become, the more dangerous their love becomes.

The sea is fading.

The land is breaking.

And somewhere between them lies a forgotten promise that could either save both kingdoms or destroy them forever.

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More Often (Jaafar Jackson) WARNING 🔥18+

The steam was a warm, fragrant cloud, clinging to the tiled walls and fogging up the glass door of the shower. You were in your own little world, eyes closed, humming a soulful melody that had been stuck in your head all day. The water cascaded over your body, a soothing, rhythmic patter as you worked the shampoo into a thick lather in your hair, your fingers massaging your scalp. You were completely lost in the moment, a small, contented smile on your face.

You were so engrossed in your own private concert that you didn't hear the bathroom door open, or the soft click of it closing again. The first sign you had that you were no longer alone was the sudden shift in the air, a subtle change in pressure, and then the feeling of two strong hands gently gripping your waist.

Your eyes flew open, and you let out a surprised yelp, jumping slightly. "Oh my gosh Jaafar, you scared me!" you laughed, turning around to face him.

Water droplets clung to Jaafar's eyelashes and dripped from his hair as he grinned at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sorry, baby," he said, his voice a low, warm rumble that was almost lost in the sound of the shower. "I didn't mean to scare you. You just looked so peaceful, I couldn't resist."

You laughed, a bright, happy sound that echoed off the tiles. "Well, you succeeded in giving me a mini heart attack," you teased, reaching up to wipe the suds from your forehead. "What are you doing in here? I thought you were watching the game."

"It was a commercial break," he shrugged, his hands still resting on your waist, his thumbs stroking your wet skin. "A long one. And I decided I'd rather be in here with you."

"Well, who am I to argue with that logic?" you smiled, leaning in to press a soft, quick kiss to his lips.

That one kiss was all it took to ignite the spark. The playful energy in the air shifted, replaced by a sudden, intense heat. His hands slid from your waist to your back, pulling you flush against his naked body. The kiss deepened, no longer quick and playful, but slow and deliberate, full of unspoken promise. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you opened for him willingly, a soft sigh escaping you as his tongue explored your mouth.

The water continued to rain down on you, a warm, sensual backdrop to the intimate moment. His hands roamed your body, mapping every curve, every dip, every swell of your hips and ass. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing a path of fire down your neck, across your collarbone, and down to your breasts. He took one hardened peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub before gently biting down, sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight to your core.

"J," you breathed, your head falling back against the tiled wall as your fingers tangled in his wet hair.

He lavished attention on your other breast, giving it the same treatment, his hands never ceasing their exploration of your body. Then, he began to sink to his knees, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. He paused, looking up at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"I've been wanting to taste you all day," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper.

Before you could respond, he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up to him. He leaned in, and you felt the first, tentative swipe of his tongue against your slick folds. A soft moan escaped your lips, your hands bracing against the wall for support.

He was a man possessed, his tongue exploring every inch of you, his lips sucking and nipping at your most sensitive flesh. He found your clit, and began to circle it with his tongue, slowly at first, then with increasing pressure. Your hips began to move, rocking against his face, seeking more of that exquisite pleasure.

He ate you out with a skill and enthusiasm that left you breathless. He knew exactly how to drive you wild, alternating between broad, flat strokes of his tongue and quick, precise flicks against your clit. He slid one finger inside you, then another, curling them just so to hit that perfect spot deep within you.

"God, J, right there," you gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair. "Don't stop."

He had no intention of stopping. He increased the pressure of his tongue, his fingers pumping in and out of you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the tension coiling in your stomach, a tight, delicious knot that was just waiting to unravel.

"Come for me, baby," he murmured against your pussy, the vibration of his voice sending you over the edge.

Your orgasm crashed over you, a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss that made your entire body tremble. You cried out his name, your hips bucking against his face as he continued to lick and suck you through your release, prolonging your pleasure until you were a trembling, whimpering mess.

He slowly rose to his feet, a triumphant, satisfied smirk on his face. He leaned in and kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his lips, a heady, intimate flavor that only fueled your desire.

"Turn around," he commanded softly, his voice thick with desire.

You did as he asked, placing your hands on the tiled wall in front of you and sticking your ass out, presenting yourself to him. He ran his hands over your curves, his touch reverent, almost worshipful.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips.

He lined himself up with your entrance, and you felt the thick, hard head of his cock pressing against you. He pushed in slowly, inch by delicious inch, filling you completely. You both let out a collective moan as he buried himself to the hilt.

He stayed still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size, then he began to move. He set a slow, steady rhythm, his hips rocking against yours, his cock sliding in and out of you with a slick, easy rhythm. The water continued to cascade over you, a warm, sensual caress that heightened every sensation.

His hands roamed your body, one sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, the other reaching around to find your clit. He began to rub slow, deliberate circles, his touch sending sparks shooting through your entire body.

"You feel so good," he breathed in your ear, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. "So fucking tight and wet for me."

You could only moan in response, your body arching back to meet his thrusts. The pace began to quicken, his movements becoming more powerful, more urgent. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingled with the sound of the shower, creating a symphony of pure, unadulterated lust.

You could feel another orgasm building, this one more intense than the last. The combination of his deep, steady thrusts and the expert stimulation of your clit was pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm close," you gasped, your fingers digging into the tiled wall.

"Me too," he grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Come with me, baby. Let go."

That was all the encouragement you needed. With a final, powerful thrust, he sent you spiraling over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure that made your entire body convulse. He followed you over the edge with a guttural groan, his hot release flooding you, his body shuddering against yours.

For a long moment, you both stayed like that, leaning against the wall, panting and slick with sweat and water. Then, he slowly pulled out, and you turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deep, lingering kiss.

When you finally broke apart, you were both smiling, a shared, satisfied look passing between you.

"I think I'm going to start taking more showers with you," he murmured, his hands resting on your ass.

"I think I'd like that," you laughed, leaning in to kiss him again. “Just don’t scare me next time.” You laughed.

You stayed like that for a long time, kissing and touching under the warm spray of the water, the rest of the world fading away until it was just the two of you, lost in your own little bubble of steam and satisfaction.

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arranged marriage with jaafar! i feel like it would be the perfect mix of angst and fluff! maybe even smut too

Oooh I really like this idea! Jaafar as a celebrity or part of a royal family? I was starting to draft him as a celebrity. Let me know what you think! 😊

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Does anyone have any ideas for a Jaafar oneshot or series? I need ideas and curious what you like to read. He’s so cute so procure I want to write about him. Don’t be shy! Send he your ideas! Thank you! ✨🩷

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Y’ALL DONT UNDERSTAND, HE IS JUST SO-

I just finished watching all of Jaafar’s recent interviews on youtube and I need this man in my life, how can someone be so perfect?

I fell in his rabbit hole and I can’t get out.

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Show Me How Much You Missed Me (Jaafar Jackson) ~WARNING 18+ 🔥

The soft glow of the bedside lamp was the only light in the room, casting long shadows across the walls. Your head was pillowed on your arms, your body curled on your side of the bed, exactly where you'd planned to wait for him. You'd tried, you really had. But the hours had stretched on, your eyelids growing heavier with each passing minute until sleep had claimed you.

Your phone, lying on the nightstand, had a message on its locked screen, sent hours ago: Gonna be a super late night, baby. So sorry. Don't wait up. I love you.

You must have dozed off right after that.

The front door opened and closed with a near-silent click, the sound of a man trying his best not to disturb the peace. Jaafar moved through the dark apartment like a ghost, his footsteps muffled. He was exhausted, drained down to his very soul by a fourteen-hour day on set. All he wanted was to crawl into bed with his girl and forget the world existed.

He pushed open the bedroom door and his breath caught in his throat. There you were. A soft smile touched his lips as he saw you, a vision of peace and comfort in the warm light. He felt the tension of the day begin to melt away just by looking at you.

He moved quietly, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his boots, leaving them in a pile by the door. He padded over to the bed, his eyes drinking you in. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from your cheek.

The feather-light touch was enough to stir you. Your eyelids fluttered open, slowly focusing on the handsome face hovering above you. "J?" you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

"Hey, baby," he whispered, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "Go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you."

"No," you said, shaking your head as you pushed yourself up to sit. "I wanted to see you." You reached up, your hand cupping his jaw, your thumb stroking the light stubble there. "Long day?"

"The longest," he sighed, leaning into your touch. He closed his eyes for a moment, just absorbing the comfort of your presence.

You leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. It was meant to be a simple, welcoming gesture, but the moment your lips met his, something shifted. A low groan rumbled in his chest, and his hand came up to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, asking for entry.

You opened for him willingly, a soft sigh escaping you as his tongue explored your mouth. The kiss quickly grew in intensity, the exhaustion in his body being replaced by a different kind of hunger. His hands began to roam, one sliding down your back to pull you closer, the other tracing the curve of your hip.

"God, I missed you," he breathed against your lips, his kisses becoming more frantic, more needy. "All day, all I could think about was coming home to you."

"Show me how much you missed me," you whispered, your own hands sliding under the hem of his t-shirt, your fingers tracing the warm, firm skin of his stomach.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Ride me," he begged, his voice thick with desperation. "Please, baby. I need to feel you. I need to watch you."

That was all it took. Clothes seemed to vanish into the darkness, his t-shirt, your sleep shorts, his jeans, your panties, all discarded in a frantic flurry of movement. Soon you were straddling his lap, his hard, thick cock pressed against your slick, ready folds.

You reached down between you, lining him up with your entrance. You held his gaze as you slowly sank down onto him, taking him inch by delicious inch. You both let out a collective moan as he filled you completely, a perfect, intimate fit.

"Fuck," he breathed, his head falling back against the pillows. "You feel so good."

You began to move, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm. You rolled your hips, grinding down on him, taking him deeper with every movement. His hands were everywhere, tracing the curve of your waist, sliding up your back, cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples. He looked up at you with an expression of pure, unadulterated awe, like he was witnessing the creation of a masterpiece.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice full of reverence. "So fucking beautiful. My god, Y/N."

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as you continued to ride him. The pace quickened, your movements becoming more fluid, more confident. You braced your hands on his chest, using him for leverage as you lifted yourself up and slammed back down, taking him to the hilt each time.

"Just like that," he encouraged, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements. "You're taking me so well, baby. So fucking good for me."

His praise was like fuel to the fire, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel the tension coiling in your stomach, the familiar tightening that signaled your approaching orgasm.

"You're so perfect," he continued, his voice a low, hypnotic chant. "Every inch of you. This ass... these hips... the way you take my cock... god, you're a goddess."

His words, combined with the deep, steady rhythm of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you, sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you, a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss that made your entire body tremble. You cried out his name, your movements faltering as you were overcome with pleasure.

He took over, his hands gripping your ass as he began to thrust up into you, chasing his own release. His movements were powerful, deliberate, designed to send you both spiraling into oblivion.

"I'm close," he grunted, his eyes locked on yours. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside," you breathed, leaning down to kiss him again. "Fill me up, J."

With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside you one last time, his hot release flooding you. He held you tight, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

For a long moment, you both stayed like that, tangled together, panting and slick with sweat. Then, you collapsed onto his chest, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

You laid there, your head on his chest, listening to the steady, calming rhythm of his heart. You could feel his cum slowly leaking out of you, a tangible reminder of your shared passion.

"I love you," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"I love you, too," you whispered back, a contented smile on your face.

You closed your eyes, feeling sleep begin to claim you once again. But this time, you weren't alone. This time, you were right where you belonged, wrapped in the arms of the man you loved, completely and utterly sated.

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Use Me- (Jaafar Jackson) WARNING 18+ smut 🔥

This is my first Jaafar smut so please take it easy on me lol ✨ let me know what you think. If you have a request please send it to me.

The hotel suite door opened just as fast as it slammed shut with a force that made the pictures on the wall tremble. You didn't even have to look up from your spot on the bed to know who it was. Jaafar was back, and he was radiating a rage you'd never felt from him before. This wasn't your sweet, patient Jaafar. This was something else entirely.

It had started with his texts. Short. clipped. One-word answers that were a stark contrast to his usual heart emojis and playful typos. Here. No. Fucking disastrous day. You'd felt the anger through the screen, a five-alarm fire that told you exactly what was coming. You'd shimmied out of your sleep shorts and pulled on the sheer, black robe he loved, the one that left nothing to the imagination. You were a goddamn feast, and you were ready to let a starving man devour you.

"Fuck," he snarled, ripping his jacket off and throwing it across the room. It hit the armchair with a heavy thud. "Just... fuck."

You sat up, watching him pace the length of the room like a caged animal. His movements were sharp, agitated. "J, what happened? You said it was a tough day."

"Tough?" He let out a harsh, bitter laugh that held no humor. "Tough doesn't cover it. I couldn't get the steps right. Not once. We wasted six hours. Six. Fucking. Hours. The director was about to lose his mind, the crew is looking at me like I'm a joke, and I just... I wanted to punch a hole through the goddamn wall." He said with tears filling his eyes.

His chest was heaving, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. You saw the raw frustration rolling off him in waves. This was a man who prided himself on his control, his artistry, and today it had all slipped through his fingers.

"Hey," you said softly, swinging your legs off the bed and standing up. "Look at me."

He stopped pacing but didn't turn, his back still to you. "I'm so pissed, Y/N. I've never been this fucking angry in my life. I don't know what to do with it." His eyes were red. He was so angry he wiped tears away fast.

You walked over and placed a gentle hand on his tense back. You could feel the coiled muscles beneath his thin shirt. "Then don't hold it in. Just come here. Come over here with me and breathe. We'll figure it out."

He finally turned, and his eyes were dark, almost wild. "Breathe? I feel like I'm going to explode. I'm not that guy, Y/N. I'm not the one who loses his shit like this. I am so disappointed in myself. Now production will probably get delayed.”

"I know you're not," you murmured, looking up at him. Your heart was pounding, but not with fear. There was an electric current in the air, a dangerous energy that was drawing you in. "So let me help."

He stared down at you, his jaw tight. For a moment, you thought he might push you away, but then his hands shot out, gripping your upper arms. "No. I can’t do that to you.” You look up at him. “Why? What is it Jaafar?” “It’s terrible, I want to use you," he ground out, the words low and guttural. "I want to fuck this anger out of my system. I want to fuck you so hard we both forget our own name."

A shiver ran through you, straight to your core. "Then do it," you whispered, your voice steady despite the tremor in your hands. "Fuck me hard. Use me."

That was all the permission he needed.

In one fluid motion, he quickly closed the space between the two of you. His lips violently crashing on yours. Moans filling the air. Desperation. Need. Anger. Want. Jaafar spun you around and shoved you forward, bending you over the edge of the bed. You barely had time to catch yourself on your forearms before he was yanking your robe open your panties being ripped down your legs in one rough pull. The cool air hit your exposed skin, making you gasp and bite your lips.

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, his zipper being yanked down. “Baby, I don’t think I can contain myself enough to be gentle with you right now.” You pleaded out a “It’s fine.” Then, without warning, you felt the wet heat of his spit landing directly on your pussy. He used his fingers to roughly smear it over your folds, a crude, primal form of lubricant that sent a jolt of pure lust through you.

"Mmm fuck," he groaned, and then he was lining himself up and driving into you in one hard, deep thrust.

The violent force of it stole your breath. It was almost too much, a sharp, stinging stretch that bordered on pain. But you didn't pull away. You pushed back, taking him deeper, meeting his anger with your own desperate need.

He set a punishing rhythm immediately. His hips slammed against your ass, each thrust deep and powerful, designed to bruise. One of his hands tangled brutally in your hair, pulling your head back, arching your spine. The other hand gripped your hip so tightly you knew you'd have fingerprint-shaped bruises tomorrow.

"You like that?" he snarled in your ear, his voice ragged. "You like being fucked like this? Like a little slut for my anger?"

"God, yes," you choked out, the words torn from your throat. "Harder, Jaafar. Don't hold back."

He let out a guttural groan and obliged, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, more erratic. He was chasing something, trying to burn out the rage with pure, physical exertion. His free hand left your hip, and you felt a sharp, stinging slap against your ass cheek. The sound echoed in the room, followed by another on the other side.

The sting was intense, but it only heightened the pleasure building deep inside you. You were completely at his mercy, bent over and taken, and it was the most intoxicating thing you had ever felt.

His grip on your hair tightened, and he leaned down, sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder. It wasn't a gentle love bite; it was a claiming, a mark. You cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as his hips continued their relentless assault.

"I wanted to put my fist through that wall," he panted against your skin. "Wanted to smash something until it broke."

"Then break me," you gasped out. "Use me, J. Let it all go."

His hand moved from your hip to wrap around your throat, not cutting off your air, but holding you in a possessive, dominating grip. He pulled you up slightly, your back now flush against his chest as he continued to pound into you from behind. “I want to violently pump a baby in your pussy right now.” He winced. “I don’t know what has taken over me but.. fuck.. the thought of shooting all of my cum into you right now and making a baby is actually making this worse.” He laughed. Part of the Jaafar you know and love coming right back. You couldn’t help but giggle. Some how you found words as you caught your breath. “If you really want to the do it.” You moan taking his rather violent tempo.

The combination was overwhelming. The deep, almost violent thrusts, the hand on your throat, the rough stimulation on your clit, the feeling of his teeth still marking your shoulder. It was too much and not enough all at once.

"Come for me baby," he commanded in your ear, his voice a low growl. "You better fucking cum all over my fucking cock like the good little girl you are."

That was it. The command sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you with the force of a tidal wave, your body convulsing, your muscles clamping down around him as a scream tore from your lungs. You saw stars behind your closed eyelids, your entire world narrowing down to the intense pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

He followed you over the edge with a guttural roar, burying himself deep inside you one last time as he came, his hot release flooding you. He held you tight, his body shuddering against yours as the last of his anger and tension finally fucking drained away, replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. His fingerprints imbedding in your soft skin.

For a long moment, you both stayed like that, tangled together, panting and trying to catch your breath. Then, slowly, he released his hold on you, gently lowering you back down onto the bed. He pulled out carefully, and you felt the immediate loss of him, followed by the slow trickle of his cum leaking out of you. The thought made you shiver.

He disappeared into the bathroom, then returned with a warm, wet cloth, gently cleaning you up. His touch was now infinitely tender, a stark contrast to the roughness from moments before. He pressed a soft kiss to the mark he'd left on your shoulder, then another on the small of your back.

When he was done, he laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms, tucking your head under his chin. You rested your hand on his chest, feeling the steady, calming rhythm of his heartbeat. You closed your eyes tight and let out a little moan that it was over. You were exhausted in the best way.

"Hey baby are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft, almost shy. "I didn't... I didn't go too far?"

You looked up at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, the remnants of the rage replaced by concern. "I'm more than okay," you assured him, leaning up to kiss him softly. "That was... everything. I wanted it too. I didn’t know I needed it. But I realized how much I wanted it.”

He let out a long, shaky breath, some of the tension finally leaving his shoulders. "I've never... I didn't know I had that in me."

"You do," you said with a small smile, snuggling closer. "And I'll take it anytime. Especially if it ends with you trying to knock me up." You tease.

A real smile finally touched his lips, the first one you'd seen all day. "Oh, that wasn't just trying," he murmured, his hand drifting down to rest possessively on your stomach. "That was a promise." He said leaning in and kissing you medium hard.

You broke the kiss after a little bit of back and forth and just smiled and closed your eyes, knowing that your sweet, loving Jaafar was back. “Baby, I know today was rough but please remember you don’t need to put this much pressure on yourself again. You will get it right. Honoring your uncle the way you are will mean a lot to people. More than you will even know. So please be kind to yourself. You haven’t gave up and no one is giving up on you.” You say rubbing his arm. Tears flood his eyes again like your words reassured him. He pulls you tighter and kisses your temple. “Thank you baby!” He smiles. And knowing that you now held a piece of his darker side, a part of him he only ever shared with you. A part that was already planning round two.

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Are there any Jaafar Jackson fanfics yet? 😘✨ He’s a cutie! 🤔 I might have to write one and make a separate account or Wattpad for it.

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This is my new account dedicated to Jaafar Jackson. I plan to write several books and mini stories on here and my Wattpad. Please follow and if you have any ideas send them to me. ✨