— moving kinda fast
prequel to 'i bite my tongue, it's a bad habit'
jaafar jackson x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: after a night out with jaafar, you blurt out some things about your sex life being practically non-existent at the moment. blaming the alcohol, he makes you an offer.
CONTENT: 18+ MDNI, smut, best friends to something more, some fluff near the end, jaafar being cocky and kinda pervy (but he's also pathetic and pining after reader), reader being oblivious (again), no p in v this time folks, just fingering
AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's the prequel !! tbh im still having a hard time writing smut so forgive me for this it's kinda buns but thank you so much for the love !! ive been getting a lot of attention for my other works and i cannot thank you guys enough !! i hope u guys enjoy this :))
WORD COUNT: 3,576
The door to Jaafar’s apartment opens rather loudly, slamming against the wall. “Shit, my bad,” he says, a drunken laugh erupting from him as he holds onto you by your waist. You two had just gotten back from a long night of partying and celebrating at a nearby bar. Jaafar had just been given the go signal that he would be playing Michael Jackson in the Michael Movie, while you had just gotten your thesis proposal approved after numerous revisions. Naturally, you two just had to celebrate your achievements together.
“So clumsy, Jaafar,” you scold, playfully hitting his chest as you sluggishly stumble into the apartment.
“Hey, be careful.”
You two may have had too many drinks for tonight. Though neither of you were drunk enough to be wasted, enough drinks were had for both of you to be more than a little tipsy.
Jaafar watches as you wave him off in dismissal, kicking your shoes off and practically collapsing onto his couch as you lay your head down on one of the armrests. He chuckles, quickly following once he’s closed and locked the door. He raises your feet to make some space for him, ignoring your protests as he sits down and rests your legs on his lap.
“You’re letting me stay the night, right?”
He snorts. “Duh. You can’t drive right now.”
“Oh, but I can so call my boyfriend to drive me home,” you protest.
He furrows his brows and makes a face. As far as he knows, you’ve been single for a while now. “You don’t have one,” he replies.
“Wow, okay how dare you. That’s a sensitive topic.” He chuckles when you try to kick him but his hold on your legs prevents you from doing so.
When you’ve stopped trying to assault him with your feet, he lets his hands stay where they are, gently caressing your calves as he looks down at you. “You know, men aren’t even all that. You don’t need a boyfriend,” he says.
You roll your eyes and scoff. “I know I don’t need a man but I’m just so fucking tired of being single, y’know? Like I’m bored of it.”
He does know what you mean. You’ve opened up about this to him a lot. How you were happy with being single but you’d also sometimes crave love and affection. He understands it to a certain degree but truthfully, he has a hard time grasping it entirely. You didn’t need a romantic relationship to experience love. You have him after all.
“Who needs a relationship when you’ve got friends that care for you?”
You narrow your eyes at him. “Jaafar, I love you, but that’s not what I mean.”
He shrugs. “Then what do you mean?” he replies. He watches you sigh and close your eyes for a moment, running a hand over your face before looking back at him.
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
He draws a cross on his chest with his finger where his heart would be as a response.
You let out another sigh and swallow before saying, “I’m under a dry spell.”
He blinks.
Oh.
Hesitantly, he responds with, “…For how long?”
You groan in frustration. “Way too long, dude.” You reach over for the throw pillow on the couch and turn to your side to smother your face in it. “Seriously, it’s like the fucking Sahara down there,” you complain, your voice muffled by the pillow.
The corner of Jaafar’s lips quirks up in amusement. You don’t usually talk about your sex life like this so openly but with the number of drinks you’ve taken, you didn’t seem to mind at all speaking about it at the moment.
Jaafar was actually pleasantly surprised to hear this information. As much as the thought made him a little uncomfortable, he imagines that you could get anyone in your bed if you wanted to. Because to him, you were the whole package. You were gorgeous, talented, smart, confident, and one of the most kind-hearted people he knew. It boggles his mind how you were seemingly having a hard time getting laid.
“Wait, really? What about the last guy you dated?” he asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.
You let out another groan. “Incompetent. Faked it every time,” you reply with your face still smushed in the pillow.
“Every single time?”
“Every single time!”
You take the pillow off of your face and sit up to look at him properly, leaning back on your hands. “And it wasn’t just him. You know when I used to go on dating apps? None of them could even get me close. I’m starting to think I’m the problem.”
Now that actually gets him a little annoyed. What type of people have you been with that none of them knew how to make their partner feel good? In his experience, he has always made sure to prioritize his partner’s pleasure first before anything else. It was the bare minimum for him and he was sure that it was something that every man should be doing for their significant others. But that last sentence you said in particular seems to really get to him.
“No, don’t even start with that. The people you’ve been with are just… assholes and idiots. You’re not the problem.”
You pout. “I wanna believe that, Jaafar. But like- what if I am, though? Maybe I should get something checked or- mmpf-” you’re abruptly cut off when Jaafar reaches over to pinch your lips together with his fingers. You glare at him.
He chuckles at the way you look at him. “I said, it’s not you. You just haven’t found anyone that knows what they’re doing yet.”
You swat his hand away and sigh. “Well- what do you suggest I do then? I’m being so serious right now, cobwebs are literally forming in my cooch.”
He bursts out laughing at that. “Cobwebs forming is crazy.” You grab the pillow you had from earlier and start hitting him with it playfully.
“You said you wouldn’t laugh!”
“Well don’t say shit like that if you don’t want me to!”
“Jaafar, give me advice!”
“Okay! Okay!” He takes the pillow from you and sets it aside before leaning back against the couch. He thinks for a while, nibbling on his bottom lip as he does.
A crazy idea pops up into his head. Maybe it’s because he’s drunk. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been holding back his feelings for you for years. But admittedly, he’s had recurring thoughts about you being spread out on his bed for a while.
Usually he’d push those thoughts away, feeling guilty about even thinking about you in that sense. You were his best friend, for fuck’s sake. But it’s been happening so much that he feels like he’s going insane sometimes. And when it started to get too overwhelming, he’d let himself indulge. Laying back on his bed and touching himself to the thought of you with his shirt pulled up to his teeth.
Jaafar would definitely not voice these desires out, especially not to you. But the alcohol he’s ingested from earlier gives him the courage to.
“What if I help?” he blurts out.
You blink at him. “…Help how?”
“Help you with… y’know… I bet I could do a good job.” He should shut up. He’s not thinking about what’s coming out of his mouth. He should not be saying this.
You gape at him in surprise for moment and he can almost see the gears turning in your head. A wave of silence passes by and he swallows, thinking you’ve been weirded out. But before he can even open his mouth to apologize, you reply with, “You’re not even attracted to me like that.”
He scoffs and furrows his brows. What a goddamn lie that was. “When did I say that? Have you seen yourself?”
You shrug and move to hug your knees to your chest. “I know people think I look good but for some reason I never thought… you would?”
He stares at you, his mouth slightly agape. Jaafar was no stranger to how attractive you are. You always looked absolutely ethereal, even when you claimed you weren’t looking your best. He thought you were beautiful no matter what you wore. And it definitely didn’t help how comfortable you were around him, often walking around in short shorts and tank tops that showed off your glorious assets. Truthfully, it made him feel scummy sometimes whenever he’d catch himself checking you out more times than he could count. But you were so breathtaking that he couldn’t help but admire.
He says your name, “You are genuinely one of the most gorgeous people I’ve ever met. How could anyone not think you’re attractive?”
That seems to have made you a little bashful because now you’re throwing yourself back onto the couch, groaning and covering your face with your hands. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean.”
“I do mean it.”
“You’re just saying that cause you feel bad.”
“I’m not! I’m serious!” he exclaims. He scratches at his cheek with his finger and chuckles awkwardly. This was such a bizarre situation to him. You were here in his apartment asking for advice for your dry spell and he was willing to help you out by taking matters into his own hands. “I mean it’s just a suggestion, you- you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to.” It’s a stupid offer, he knows that much. It’s bound to make your relationship a lot more complicated than it already was with his feelings for you. He’s being reckless. But he chalks it up to the alcohol.
There goes that silence again. He notices how you’ve lowered your hands down onto your lap as you stared and fiddled with your thumbs. You actually seemed to be giving this some thought which shocks Jaafar a little. He thought you’d shut him down immediately but his thoughts are interrupted when you look up at him.
“…You really think you can?”
“Can what?”
You gnaw on your bottom lip. “Make me… finish…”
Something in the air shifts. There’s a thick tension surrounding you two now. It was palpable and Jaafar can feel himself getting hot as sweat started forming on the back of his neck.
Your gaze on him has changed. There’s a look of desperation in your eyes, like you were pleading him to do something and it’s driving him nuts. It takes everything in him to hold himself back from pouncing on you right there on his couch.
“…I bet I could in under five minutes.”
Man, that alcohol must’ve been good if it was making him this confident in himself.
You make a face. “No fucking way. You’re that good?”
“So, I’ve been told,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders. He actually wasn’t lying about this. It was one of the things he took pride in. He loved making his partners feel like they’re on cloud nine with him. And maybe this time, you would feel like it too.
“I don’t believe it.”
He snorts. “Are you challenging me?”
“It’s just hard to believe, Jaafar.”
“I bet I could with just my fingers.”
Your jaw drops. “Oh, you’re so full of shit!”
“I can prove it to you, if you’ll let me.” He licks his lips and he catches how your eyes dart down at the movement. The corner of his mouth quirks up into a smirk as you narrow your eyes at him. His eyes follow you as you stand up from your seat abruptly, setting your hands on your hips as you look down at him.
“Alright, tough guy. Set a timer then.”
That takes him aback. “Wait, seriously?” he laughs. He didn’t actually think you’d agree to this but he was definitely not going to let this opportunity pass.
You nod at him. “Dead serious. Where’s your phone?”
He stares at you in amusement for a few seconds before shaking his head in disbelief and fishing his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. You take it and start tapping away. You knew his passcode, obviously. Other than his lifelong love for you, he had nothing to hide.
Admittedly, Jaafar was feeling a little giddy now. His body was practically vibrating with anticipation as you set a five-minute timer on his phone. God, he’s been thinking about sinking his fingers into you for so long and now it was all unfolding in real time.
You set the phone on the coffee table and turn to face him. “Once I press that, you’re allowed to do whatever you want.”
His breath hitches. That’s a dangerous thing to say to him. He’s pictured you in all sorts of situations, all sorts of positions with him. What he would give just to have his way with you for even one night and have you completely at his mercy. But Jaafar’s a gentleman, so he sticks to his promise and shakes his head.
“Oh, I want to do so much more. But I said I’d only use my fingers.”
You pause and stare at him. His heart thunders in his chest as you tilt your head and your gaze drags over him from head to toe. “You’re confident, huh?”
Jaafar grins, biting his lip and shrugging. The nerves were actually starting to get to him now but he tries his best not to let it show. He pats his thighs, gesturing for you to have a seat.
“C’mere.”
He sees you gulp before starting the timer and making your way over to him. When he notices you attempt to straddle him, he tsks and shakes his head making you stop and look at him in question. “Your back to my chest,” he utters.
You blink and nod before doing as he says, turning around and setting yourself down on his lap. His hands snake around your waist to gently pull you back against his chest. He leans forward, his lips brushing against the side of your neck, making you sigh and tilt your head to the side.
He breathes in your scent and almost lets out a moan when he does. He’s always liked how you smell. You always wore that vanilla perfume that he really liked. Though it’s been slightly faded with the scent of alcohol being mixed, he can still make it out. This was all so surreal to him. He’d love to indulge and just stay like this for a moment, savoring your fragrance, but he reminds himself that he’s on a timer. So, he presses soft kisses and trails them all the way up to your ear.
“You smell nice,” he whispers before nibbling on your earlobe. He feels you shift against him as you let out a small noise and it makes his hold around you tighten slightly. Fuck, he has to close his eyes and take deep breath to calm himself down. He’s thought about having you in his arms like this one too many times and now that it was finally happening, he can barely control himself.
Your hand comes up to tug on his. “Are- are you gonna touch me or not? You have less than five,” you say, your voice slightly breathless.
Jaafar chuckles. “You sure it’s the time limit you’re concerned about?” His fingers trail down to the hem of your skirt. He lets out a shaky breath when your legs automatically spread apart for him. “I think you’re just eager,” he adds, one of his hands moving to caress your inner thigh while the other pushes up under your shirt to feel your soft skin.
“Well, I think you’re a fucking tease-” you gasp when he sucks onto your neck.
“Didn’t know you were such a brat too,” he mutters as he licks and bites at your neck, leaving a mark. “Is that what happens when you haven’t been satisfied? Poor thing.” He thinks he likes teasing you like this. Something about the way your body shivered against him and how you let out the prettiest sounds. God, what a dream come true.
He takes his hand from under your shirt and uses it to hold onto your chin, tilting your head to face him. And when he looks into your eyes and sees that they’re blown out with desire, he almost loses it then and there. “Tell me what you want,” he says, his thumb running along your bottom lip.
You gulp. “…Touch me.”
Jaafar only smiles and shakes his head. “You’re cute. But you gotta be more specific than that, babe.” He doesn’t even register the nickname that flies off almost too naturally. You didn’t seem to mind it either.
“Fuck you.”
“Well, I don’t know about that yet.”
He chuckles as you groan, leaning your head back on his shoulder out of frustration. “We can let the five minutes pass. I’m not doing anything unless you tell me what you want,” he says, making you look up at him with a glare and he only responds with a grin.
“I want… your fingers inside me…”
He hums. “That’s better,” he replies before he flips up your skirt and cups your clothed cunt over your panties, making you gasp. He hisses when he feels how wet you’ve become. “Fuck, I haven’t even done much and you’re already soaked.” Your hips jerk up when his middle finger grazes against your clit.
“Jaafar, please,” you whine out as he starts circling your bundle of nerves with his finger lightly.
He curses at the sound of your voice. “I like it when you say my name like that.” Then, he pushes your panties to the side to rub circles on your bare clit. You twitch in his hold and moan out loud as your hands scramble to hold onto something. You end up reaching a hand upwards and pulling onto his curls which makes him grunt. He absolutely hated it when people touched his hair. But when you tug on it like this? Fuck.
“I need- I need them inside, please-”
He groans. “Yeah? Oh, fuck-” You pleaded so nicely that he’s unable to resist your request. Two of his fingers trail down and tease your leaking hole at first before slowly sinking in. Your hips jerk up again as you call out his name. His free hand holds you down onto him as he gently pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Shit baby, listen to yourself,” he says.
You let out a small whimper as you try to keep yourself quiet. It’s dirty. The squelching sound of his fingers going in and out of your sopping cunt filling the room. Jaafar senses that you’ve started to feel shameful as you bury your face in his neck but he absolutely loves hearing how wet you are. It feeds his ego knowing that he was the one who’s made you feel this way.
He chuckles when you whine into his neck. “Feeling shy now? It’s alright, I love it.” He curls his fingers up and he smiles when your legs threaten to slam close at the contact but his other hand keeps you from doing so. “Is that good?” he asks, but you can only squeak out his name in response.
He rubs onto your clit with his thumb as he continues to pump his fingers inside of you, curling them to hit that spot you like and not even a few seconds later, he feels your hands hastily holding onto his as if trying to pull them off from how overwhelming everything was feeling to you.
“Wait- Jaafar- I’m- I’m gonna-”
“Already? Fuck- It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
He picks up the pace and you practically scream his name out. His eyes widen as he takes in the look on your face as you reach your peak. God, you looked so beautiful with your eyes closed and your jaw dropped open. Pieces of your hair stuck to your forehead and your skin was glowing. You looked like a fucking goddess. It was better than anything he’d ever imagined.
He can’t take it anymore; he turns your head and pulls you into a kiss, sighing when you instantly kiss him back. He slips his tongue in your mouth as his fingers still slowly slide in and out of your quivering cunt. His heart hammered in his chest as you kissed. He still couldn’t believe what had just happened.
Eventually, he feels you tap on his hand, signaling for him to stop as you were already feeling too sensitive and he relents. He pulls away from the kiss, panting as slides his fingers out of you slowly. You let out a whimper at the loss of contact and you lay your head back against his shoulder out of exhaustion.
And Jaafar, being the little shit that he was asks, “How was that?”
You swat his chest. “Fucker.”
He laughs in response, pulling you into another kiss and he can feel you smile into it when you lean in. Compared to the last one, this was sweeter and softer. It was intimate and oddly very romantic.
But then, you’re interrupted by the sound of an alarm.
You pull away from each other abruptly and spot Jaafar’s phone on the coffee table.
Right, he forgot about that timer.
He smirks and looks back at you, winking. “Told you so.”
“Whatever.”
