biting and sucking on jaafar’s biceps!!!! bc that's hot
synopsis: you're basically horned out over jaafar's arms
a/n: little gift cuz arsenal won the league after 20 years and i’m feeling on top of the world
you’ve always had a thing for your boyfriend’s hands and arms.
you just can’t help but feel all hot and bothered when the tendons in his forearms tighten. or when he carries around heavy boxes with ease, seeing the muscles in his upper arms all bunched up and bulging under the material of his shirt.
or his big hands, whenever one rests on your thigh, fingers stroking your skin slowly, you can’t help but feel tingles in your stomach from anticipation of how badly you want him to use them to—
if you weren’t so horny, you would be ashamed to admit that you wanted to bite him. his hands, his arms. his fingers wedged between your teeth. sucking marks all over him, rightfully claiming what’s yours.
your favourite thing is how protected you feel when jaafar’s arms tense up around you when he lifts you up with only a low grunt, lips brushing over your forehead in the process as he calls you every sweet name in the book whenever you feel stressed or sad.
it all happens with one simple stare. well, not really simple, because jaafar knows you better than you know yourself sometimes. he always knows when your stares and glances mean something more.
you’re on the sofa, legs tangled together, you resting on jaafar’s chest as you listen to his heart beat steadily under his ribcage. your eyes aren’t really on the tv, but more on him. his arms, in particular.
“you’re staring, baby.”
it takes a couple of seconds before you answer back, eyes completely zeroing in on his biceps. “what?”
“i said you’re staring,” he sounds somewhat amused, a slight smirk on his face. “you like my arms?” he lazily extends one arm experimentally, muscles automatically flexing along with the movement.
and damn, if that doesn’t immediately make your mouth water. especially now that your stupid beautiful boyfriend is waving his left arm around, right in your face.
the muscles in his arms look like little hills, skin even like an iced cake, perfect to sink your teeth into.
you finally remember to respond. “i— i do, i think.” you downright admit, heat creeping up your cheeks. your thighs already clamp together from his teasing tone alone. “especially this part—”
your nimble fingers already settle over jaafar’s forearm to pull him closer to you. your fingers squeeze around his bicep, feeling the thick tendons underneath his skin.
without thinking, you press one tentative kiss to the area, just letting it linger there, gauging your boyfriend’s reaction. the amused grin is still plastered on his face, this time with a darker, heavier gaze in his eyes.
“do you now, huh?” he asks, cupping your chin with his free hand, thumb rubbing back and forth. you nod happily, pressing another kiss to the muscle, this time pinching the skin between your teeth before you suck.
one more. another. and another, until his arm is covered in your glittery lipgloss, purple marks and slippery with your saliva. “you're killing me over here, princess.” your boyfriend grunts, his head tilting back from the sensation.
before you can press another kiss to jaafar’s arm, he’s already flipped you over, caging you in between his arms, his breath ghosting over your swollen lips.
“you’re so sweet. such a sweet girl. kissin’ all over me,” he whispers — even though you’re alone — his hot mouth travelling over the column of your neck. “gonna show me how much you like my arms, baby?”
a/n: sorry i keep cutting scenes off before the smut I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN SO LONG I THINK I FORGOT HOW TO (and haven't been intimate with anyone in a long time but that's too tmi) pls be patient with me, and sorry for cockblocking 💔
jaafar wakes you up with his head buried between your thighs. :P this was requested by a lovely anon last night, so here you go my love! .✦ ݁˖ i very much enjoyed writing this to begin my day…
𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔٫ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦. jaafar had woken you up with his head between your thighs, big hands keeping them wide, mouth ferociously pleasuring your sensitivity. you looked down to see his curls all messy from sleep, but the way he lapped at you gave no indication that he might have been tired.
today, he had woken up with a strong, animalistic desire to taste you and to pleasure you to orgasm, and there had been many a time you’d woken him up in that way too. jaafar loved how you’d stir slowly to the feeling, how soft moans and whines would leave your throat as you registered the sensation down below.
you chuckled as you saw him there, completely in submission to your soaking cunt, although he equally held the dominance of somebody who knew exactly how good he was at cunnilingus. and aside the beautiful feeling itself, you happily registered the lewd sound of him sucking and licking at your sex, paired with his low grunts and groans that vibrated against you.
you sighed in utmost content, stretching out your legs a little as you became fully awake. one hand threaded through his bedhead, and at your movements he looked up. you almost groaned purely at the sight of him.
because jaafar, gazing up at you with handsome eyes so dilated and sleepy, had his pretty face adorned with your wetness, smeared from his lips to his nose and the skin surrounding.
“g’morning, baby…” he murmured.
and then he dove back in, and you let out a high pitched moan as he sucked on your clit.
“j, you’re so good to me…”
“i knew you’d be ovulating today sweetheart,” he pulled back a little to say, before licking another long stripe up your slit. “wanted to start your day off right.”
“mmph, thank you, baby, oh my god—”
“yeah, how’s that feel?” he murmured against your folds, making you squirm even more. “my pretty baby…”
jaafar had the softest lips, and was incredibly skilled with his tongue, so he literally had you on cloud nine with every light movement. although, most of his licks and kisses this morning were far from light, for he was quite literally devouring you for breakfast.
“s’good, baby… oh, jaafar—”
he smirked into your pussy as he heard you call out his name, and the tent in his boxers only grew further the more you reacted to his affections.
“yeah?” he looked up for a split second, then licked up your folds. “keep moaning my name like that, sweetheart… beautiful fucking girl… such a gorgeous pussy.”
then he smacked your clit once, and your hips bucked up off the bed.
he chuckled and resumed. your hand was tight in his hair now, the other massaging your breast, moans spilling from your lips uncontrollably.
and just as you could tell you were getting really close, jaafar pulled away and sat up on his knees. you caught sight of his achingly hard cock through his boxers and bit your lip harder than before. pleasuring you always turned him on more than anything else ever could.
“baby, i’m so close,” you pouted.
“yeah, i know. need you to sit on my face, angel,” he said, as casually as if telling you what his plans were for the day. and then he laid back against the sheets, still desperately trying to ignore the strain in his nether region, and looked over at you.
“jaafar…” you blushed. you always felt somewhat shy whenever he proposed face-sitting, even though you’d done it together so many times.
he smiled. “baby, c’mere. quit stalling—i need to make you cum.”
you took a deep breath and smiled too—shaking your head in amusement at how eager he looked—before climbing up so that your pussy hovered just over his face. your hands held the headboard.
jaafar gripped your hips and groaned at the mere scent of you. “so fucking sweet,” he murmured. “now relax f’me baby, i’m gonna make you cum so soon, i promise…”
you exhaled again and lowered yourself onto his face. immediately he resumed his cherished display of affection, tongue darting about your folds, licking and sucking in all directions. he was suffocated by your pussy, and there was no position he’d rather be in. you were a goddess above him, and now you began to rock back and forth, massaging your breasts as the pleasure built and built.
each time you rocked forward, his nose caught your throbbing clit, nudging it oh so perfectly—so at that feeling, you grinded your hips even harder, even faster.
jaafar laughed against you, and you whined. “jaafar, baby, i’m so fucking close—”
his mouth had been incredible enough, but now you had his nose too. it stimulated your clit perfectly, and you relished in the knowledge that as long as you were with him, you’d never have use for a sex toy ever again. nothing would ever feel better than this.
“come on, let go for me, my baby…” jaafar muttered into you, jaw still working as he never ceased the passionate force of his mouth. and you loved whenever he called you his baby—it was the little things like his sweet words that made sex with him a million times better than it had been with anyone else.
“mmph, fuck, i’m gonna—” you whined and gasped, gripping the headboard so tight as you moved rapidly over your man’s face.
and then finally you met your climax, shuddering as jaafar licked you through it, slowing but with reluctance, as he really could keep going at this all morning.
“oh baby, that’s it, so perfect for me…”
your whole body shook with the force of the pleasure, and drowsily you climbed off the gorgeous man beneath you, immediately collapsing into his chest beside him.
“i can’t believe i got so lucky,” you sighed breathlessly into his chest.
jaafar chuckled and pulled you in closer, peppering kisses all over your head. “no, sweet girl, i’m the lucky one.”
“maybe i beg to differ.”
“hey, you don’t know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of you, so you can’t talk about who’s luckier.”
you laughed and kissed his collarbone. “you do know it’s the same the other way round, right? you’ve never been on the receiving end of jaafar jeremiah jackson.”
“shh,” he smirked. “i don’t care, ‘cause i just know that i’m the luckier one,” he whispered against your forehead.
you rolled your eyes playfully, but then your gaze reverted downward.
“uh, you need some help down there?” you asked in amusement.
“oh,” jaafar chuckled. “yeah, i didn’t intend for that to happen but, y’know.”
“yes, i do know—it’s right in front of me,” you teased, shuffling down to meet where the weight of his manhood was constricted beneath the confines of black fabric.
you hummed happily. “and now it’s my turn.”
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hello please could somebody remake this gif without the watermark oh my fucking GOD. and make it slower. i feel like a grandma idk how to do these things lol but he’s such a good kisser!!!! </3
you tell your fiancé how much he embodies a beautiful disney prince, and he gets you ready for bed in more ways than one. dedicated to @prettyangeliczz, ty for the brownshirt!jaafar inspo!! ;)
contains.. ❤︎ late night fluff leading into smut.. our man is the perfect soft dom effortlessly balancing both sexy and sweet! includes dry humping, jaafar hitting it raw from the back, doggy into prone bone.. followed by the sweetest aftercare.
❤︎ jaafar had been out from morning to night, doing interviews around LA as part of the michael press tour, as had been the case for most of the last week. today you'd been at home for most of the day, and you knew jaafar wouldn't be returning until late at night—because after the interviews he had other appearances to make—so that made the mundanity of the day drag itself out into torture. you perhaps wouldn't have been half as frustrated if it hadn't been for how frequent jaafar's lack of domestic presence had been since the press tour began.
it was early evening when you realised you probably should've made some plans to make the day a little more enjoyable, but instead you just had to sit and distract yourself to pass the time. you couldn't wait to squeeze him.
at 11.30, he finally came home. you were lying on the couch, fighting to stay awake with the TV flickering in front of you, where you had long since lost interest in the show you'd chosen. but as soon as you heard the rattle of the key in the door, you smiled. finally. in came your fiancé, dressed in a silk brown co-ord, the outfit you'd fawned over that morning before he left.
"hey, pretty face." your favourite bright smile grew on his face as he walked over. happily while still so sleepy, you outstretched your arms for him to fall into.
"my man, i missed you..." you hummed into his neck as he leaned over to hug you.
"c'mon baby, it's late. i thought you'd be in bed," jaafar said, still smiling. he went to pull back, but you only held him tighter, keeping him there.
"wanted to wait for you."
at your words he grinned wider, then reached down and lifted you up against him with a low grunt, settling you into a bridal hold. "alright, let's get you upstairs."
you hummed in delight against the crook of his neck, breathing in his delicious scent and feeling up his shoulders and biceps, the latter literally almost bursting through his long sleeved shirt.
"how was your day, baby?" jaafar whispered in your ear while he carried you upstairs. he bounced you once in his arms as he walked, and you made a sweet noise against his neck, at which he chuckled.
"good. i got lots done—ran some errands—and then just chilled here. but now i'm so tired... i'm so happy you're home."
"you should've just gone to sleep," he laughed softly.
"no, i'll always wait up for you," you protested.
"thank you, sweet girl."
then without a thought, you bit his bicep through his shirt, and of course he looked down at you bemused, even though you did that quite a lot. "you good there?"
"no, you're driving me crazy."
jaafar laughed. "shh, it's too late for that."
now at the top of the stairs, he continued carrying you to your shared bedroom. once you got there he put you down, but you were so sleepy and clingy that you kept your arms up around his neck, leaning back into him again like a sorrowful child, although you couldn't be happier.
"you okay?" he smiled down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist tight and rocking you softly. then he pressed a ton of kisses to your head, before pushing your head back gently to hold your jaw and stroke your skin with his thumb. "hm?"
"i missed you," you murmured, receiving another kiss on your nose.
"angel, i was gone for a day," jaafar chuckled, but in awe at how cute you looked below him, all sleepy with your makeup slightly smudged from how much you'd rubbed at your eyes.
"yeah, and it was a long day," you emphasised.
"aw, c'mere," he smiled, pulling you back into a tight hug. "i'm here now. let's go to bed, pretty girl."
you blushed, and a smile grew on your expression.
"oh, there's that smile," he teased, poking your nose. but it was his smile you'd been longing for while you'd endured such a tedious day.
now you pulled back again and looked up at him, in true awe of how gorgeous he was.
"you know you really look so much like a disney prince?"
"you've told me that many times, yes," jaafar laughed, turning to the side and throwing his shirt off over his head. it was a casual move, yet still it made your head spin.
"but i'm serious," you persisted, with a yawn. "you always laugh it off like you don't agree with me. i swear, baby, i'm not just trying to flatter you because i'm your fiancée."
"whatever," he smiled bashfully, then began taking off his pants.
you decided to start getting undressed too, because standing there right in front of where his bulge was poking through his briefs was not a good idea at this time of night, when you both needed to be going to sleep.
so you changed into a white silk nightdress, then followed a half-naked jaafar into the bathroom. you blinked hard, in disbelief at the sight of him, despite how your long-term relationship meant that this was your norm.
as he took out the toothpaste, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and kissed the space beneath his left shoulder. "you should play prince naveen."
"in the princess and the frog?" he smirked in amusement.
"mhm."
"i'm sure they could find someone better."
"baby, the whole of the internet agrees with me."
now jaafar turned around, holding your waist with his gentle touch. "yeah? the whole of the internet?" he found this very comical.
"everyone who's talking about you, yeah. at the top of every comment section is always somebody saying how handsome you are, and that you look like a prince."
now he did in fact blush. he bit his lip too, unable to suppress how your compliments made him feel, even if he wouldn't always believe them at first. "they're really saying that?"
"yes. you want me to show you?"
jaafar squinted, a small smile still on his lips, and because he didn't say no, you skipped off to get your phone.
you leaned into his bare chest as you showed him the comments, and he looked at them in complete bemusement. he knew he looked good, but he had really never viewed himself as anything special, even though you always made a big deal of how apparently perfect he was.
"alright, don't let this inflate your ego now," you joked, moving to face him with your hands in his. "but this proves that everyone else sees what i see."
jaafar was by no means insecure, but his shyness meant that he didn't like to own up to being so beautiful, in favour of modesty and his naturally humble nature, but also you were so obsessed with showering him in compliments that it was easy and very understandable for him to resort to thinking that what you said about his appearance was mere exaggeration.
he turned to take out his toothbrush.
"they're also talking about your ass all the time," you added humorously.
immediately he understood, and smirked. "the striped pants."
"precisely."
you both laughed.
"and," you added, "they're also writing fanfiction about you."
jaafar turned his head back to you and raised a brow.
"i mean, of course they are," you said matter-of-factly.
he only shook his head in amusement.
once you were done with your night routine, you were both back in your bedroom and jaafar was on his knees, applying the last bit of lotion to your legs. vanilla and shea butter. you'd bought it for yourself initially, and then it soon turned into something that jaafar himself would cherish, because he was obsessed with its scent on your skin.
his big, smooth hands rubbed the product up and down your legs, and you couldn't deny that there was now a serious ache of arousal between your thighs.
"all done," he said with a kiss to your ankle. "come on, sleepyhead."
you giggled. your man always treated you like a princess, and how fitting, for as you'd previously emphasised, he was in fact akin to a prince.
you quickly got settled under the comforter together, and even though you'd both intended to go to sleep straightaway, as usual you ended up making out instead. it started off softly, just your mouths meeting between murmurs and gazes at each other, but it soon deepened when jaafar slipped in his tongue, and with your craving for him you only intensified things from that point. hooking your leg over his thigh, you pulled him even closer to you, moaning into sloppy kisses.
"you don't seem very tired anymore, huh?" jaafar smirked.
"need you, baby..." you whispered, before resuming the kiss.
wordlessly he shifted so that he laid back with you on top of him, and beneath your nightdress he gripped and squeezed your ass. you rocked over his bulge while he marked up your neck, groaning into the crevices.
"you need me to give it to you, yeah sweet girl?" he asked against your skin.
you sighed loudly at the vibration of his voice. "please, baby," you whined, leaning back to straddle him properly, now starting to dry hump his clothed cock.
jaafar shot you a teasing smile. oh how desperate you were for him—you could hardly go a night without getting fucked. not that he minded, of course.
"jaafar," you moaned again, with one hand flat on his chest and the other on his bicep as you rocked over him faster, grinding down hard.
he continued to smirk at how visibly horny you were, but he couldn't deny how insane he felt too, all because of you. he had his lip held between his teeth, pupils dilated at the perfect sight before him—and of course at the feeling of your wetness seeping through your panties and onto his briefs. the damp patch was visible every time you moved a little further back on him.
"oh yeah, that's it, baby. grind on me just like that... you're a fucking angel..."
now it was his turn to bestow compliments, and he wouldn't hesitate to tell you just how naturally beautiful you looked. no makeup, just you in your barest form. you truly were a celestial beauty, moving divinely over your man, and he gripped your hips to guide your movements.
"j, i don't wanna cum like this."
"i know," jaafar said softly, pulling you down to kiss you with fervour. "lay on your back, baby."
you did as he said, getting comfortable against the pillows, and he got on his knees, leaning over to pick up another, which he then placed beneath your hips. jaafar always took so much care with you, and knew the best ways to increase your pleasure and make you feel the most comfortable.
he tugged down his briefs with a relieved groan, where even though it had felt perfect to have you dry hump him, his cock was aching with desire.
your own pupils dilated at the sight, and now he shuffled closer, suddenly pulling your legs up onto his shoulders. you squealed, splaying your arms out across the sheets as you smiled prettily at him above, so ready to be fucked into the mattress.
with his signature smile never departing his expression, jaafar tugged your soaked panties down your legs. when the fabric pooled at your ankles, he caught the sweet scent so addictive to his senses, and cursed under his breath.
then after tossing them to the side, he kissed over each of your ankles like a true gentleman. every inch of you he cherished, and not one aspect of his love was left undemonstrated.
"now let's get this off," he chuckled—referring to your nightdress—letting go of your legs and coming closer to settle himself between your thighs.
"baby..." you immediately started giggling when he began attempting to pull the dress up and over your head, because he kept unintentionally tickling you as he did.
"this fuckin' thing." he complained at the obstacle he was facing as he struggled, but you only laughed more, turning around slightly to show him that he needed to untie it first. that was why it was so difficult for him to take off.
"oh."
"yes. it ties at the back," you continued to laugh.
with an eye roll, jaafar finally worked the fabric off you and threw it aside, leaving you completely nude in front of him.
"you're the most beautiful woman i've ever seen. seriously."
"jaafar..." you whispered shyly, his strong gaze and that pretty smile definitely not helping you to deal with your insatiable desires.
he only shook his head with a chuckle, then nudged his tip at your entrance. you gasped as he rubbed the head up and down your glistening slit, and then he surprised you with a quick smack of his length along your pussy. you squirmed and he laughed above you.
"alright baby, on your stomach f'me."
you hummed happily, rolling over onto your stomach to oblige. jaafar gripped your waist, then slid his hands down to your ass and squeezed, before giving one cheek a light smack.
you whined, turning your head back to look up at him still teasing you with that stupid smile. he held your waist again, and repositioned you so that you were now face down, ass up.
you waited patiently, forearms planted into the sheets, as he again ran the weight of his manhood up and down your pussy, smearing his already leaking tip with your juices. you had even surprised yourself how you'd managed to get this wet so quickly.
"you ready for me, hm?"
"yes, baby..." you cut yourself off with another moan as you tried to push your ass back against him, desperate for his thick cock to fill you.
"okay, if you say so..." you heard him tease, and slowly he pushed in. instantly you braced yourself, eyes clamping shut with the force of his girth stretching you out.
"that's it, baby girl, just a little more..." he cooed, massaging circles into your lower back.
"jaafar... 's too big—"
"i know, i know, sweetheart but you take it perfectly every time. you need it tonight, hm?"
"yeah, need it so bad..." you pushed your ass upward again, unconsciously this time, and he squeezed the soft skin there, groaning as he pushed himself further inside.
you steadied your breathing, although it was very difficult. it always was. except, jaafar was right—you did take that huge cock every time, no matter how difficult the stretch initially.
when he bottomed out, he whispered more praise. "look at you, pretty girl... all full now." the sight of your pussy wrapped around his shaft drove him insane, and he didn't wait a moment longer to begin his thrusts.
as he set the pace, he smacked your pretty ass, and your head fell even further forward into the pillows while lewd sounds spilled from your throat. "oh baby, right there—you're so deep, fuck—"
"yeah angel, that's the spot, i know..."
you whined and gasped over and over as his clock plunged in and out of your walls, nudging that spongy spot with ease. jaafar's low moans harmonised with yours of a higher pitch, and his pelvis smacked against your hips with every movement.
then he leaned forward a little, and tugged your head back through grabbing a handful of your hair—careful not to hurt you but with enough suddenness to display his passion. now he whispered to you, and the contrast between his sweet voice and the filthy words that came from his lips made you dizzy.
"how's it feel, sweetheart?"
all you could do was produce noises from your throat that would give him his answer. you heard his warm laugh in your ear and almost came on the spot.
"rub your clit for me, princess."
at his order, you reached down and began toying with your bundle of nerves, intensifying the pleasure that had already sent you to cloud nine. meanwhile, jaafar's strokes never once slowed, and every so often you received a quick smack to your ass and another tug of your hair so that he could whisper more filth close in your ear. you loved this position so much for that reason.
and coincidentally, you had just been thinking about the position's only negative element—that you couldn't feel jaafar's body weight on you—when it appeared that the man had read your mind. gently, he pushed your lower half down so that your whole body met the sheets like before, and then leaned himself forward to rest his torso against your back. prone bone—one of the most perfect positions in existence, and it almost seemed that jaafar had interacted with your mind telepathically, to know exactly what you wanted. he knew you needed to feel him like this.
jaafar groaned in your ear as he settled against your skin, and switched the pace to slower, but just as beautifully deep. "fuck, i love you, sweet girl..."
"baby, i love you so much..."
"you mean everything to me. i love having you like this," he whispered, and the whisper alone sent a shiver down your spine to pair with the pleasure of his thrusts.
"me too j, you fuck me so good..."
"and that's 'cause i know exactly what this pussy needs, don't i, huh?" he moved your hair over one of your shoulders to reveal the nape of your neck, then pressed kisses over every inch that was available to him.
"how lucky am i," he nibbled at your skin, "to have a goddess in my bed?"
you giggled and gasped at the same time. "not as lucky as i am to have a real life disney prince in mine."
again, you heard his beautiful laugh in your ear. "a goddess is a little better than a prince, sweetheart."
"depends—fuck—which prince we're talking about."
jaafar smiled to himself, then started to pick up the pace because he was close and could tell you were too.
"jaafar, fuck, i'm gonna cum," you almost screamed, the sound swallowed by the fabric beneath you.
"i know pretty baby, let me get you there..." he kissed all over your upper back and shoulders, turning your head to cradle it in his hand as he feverishly devoured your lips. you were his pillow princess, and in that moment he was devoting everything he had to you, as he always did each time you were together.
"alright, let go for me angel, i can feel how much you need it..."
"oh baby—"
finally, you reached your climax, body seizing as jaafar continued to talk you through it. you felt him throb and twitch inside you.
"shhh, so perfect for me... did so well, baby—fuck, one sec—"
quickly he pulled out, stroking himself rapidly over your lower back while you tried to steady your breathing, still coming down from your high. he groaned behind you, pumping his cock until ropes of warm cum spilled onto your skin.
now entirely exhausted, you shut your eyes in complete satisfaction. there was no better way to end the night, because you knew you'd sleep so soundly after that treatment from your man.
and your body was already beginning to succumb to a slumber, but you heard jaafar speak behind you, warming your hips with his big hands.
"hey, don't fall asleep yet. gotta get you cleaned up first, baby."
you sighed in gratitude and content, waiting patiently as he wiped his release from your lower back. then he pressed a kiss to the area, and followed that with more kisses stemming from there to the top of your neck. he deliberately made each kiss ticklish, especially with the light touch of his fingers running up and down. you giggled deliriously, so sleepy and sex-worn.
"now you need to pee," he reminded.
you groaned and looked back at him. "no, i hate this part—i just wanna stay here."
he smiled down at you, resting so cutely against the sheets, then rolled you onto your back and—without you even needing to ask—picked you up into a bridal carry, getting up off the bed with you in his arms.
you made a soft noise of appreciation as your head tucked itself against his shoulder, arms going around his neck. "thank you, my prince."
jaafar chuckled, making his way through to the bathroom, and there setting you down on the floor. you'd happily live a life where your fiancé carried you everywhere.
afterward, he picked you up again, even though this time it wasn't necessary—but jaafar was a natural gentleman that way. every action was done with care and reverence. you felt so protected in his strong hold as he carried you.
"i love you, beautiful," he whispered, and you felt those same butterflies that never seemed to dissipate when you were with him.
he dropped you onto the bed playfully, then got in beside you, both of you laughing in pure joy. pulling you into his chest, he leaned down a little and kissed all over your face, pecking from your forehead to your nose, to your cheeks and to your jaw, leaving no skin untouched while you scrunched up your face in shyness beneath each kiss. you rested your leg over his, one hand drawing circles over his chest below where he played with your hair. your breasts were semi-touching his chest too, and the skin-on-skin contact made you both shiver.
"you feelin' good, sweetheart?"
"amazing, thanks to you." tenderly, you gave him kisses over his skin too. "but so sleepy now. orgasms literally work better than a melatonin pill."
jaafar chuckled. "glad i could help with that."
a few moments of silence passed, where the two of you breathed in each other's quiet comfort. then jaafar tapped your cheek to make you look up at him, where his heart melted to see you so graceful against him even in your drowsiness, your eyes shining under the scarce light from outside, lighting up the otherwise darkness.
he squeezed your face with one hand, rubbing his thumb in a soft caress, simply wanting to look at you.
"yes, baby?" you asked, assuming he wanted to say something.
"just admiring you," he grinned, hand going into your hair again.
you smiled and dragged his free arm over. interlinking your fingers with his, you then shuffled to move on top of him, and as was typical, bit the muscle of his bicep.
jaafar laughed, cupping your chin now. "i can get you something to eat if you're hungry."
"i just love your arms," you smiled against that same bicep again, kissing up and down it.
"better go to sleep before you get all worked up again, huh?" he smirked.
you nudged him with a playful scold. "shut up, i'm not an insatiable animal."
"you seem like one sometimes," he hit back.
you rolled your eyes, but found yourself spending the next two minutes kissing tenderly over his neck, creating multiple hickeys in the process. you were so crazy over him that it was almost as if you were still living in the early honeymoon phase. jaafar felt the exact same way.
that night, you fell asleep kissing his neck, while he massaged the soft skin of your torso down to your ass. he let you stay there on top of him for a little while, relishing in how perfect and tender the position felt. and then, as gently as could be, he rolled onto his side, pulling you into his arms as he did so, weaving his limbs into yours.
jaafar might have always called you a princess as merely a pet name, but the way he treated you was nothing short of experiencing the real disney fantasy every little girl dreamed of. if every day and every night until death could be like this, you'd be justified in declaring that the life you cherished with your fiancé was one belonging to a princess, for he was your very own prince.
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contains: ❤︎ tooth-rotting fluff!! reader and jaafar are head over heels in love, and this is an insight into their afternoon during prep for michael. he doesn’t like anyone touching his curls aside from his girl. જ⁀➴ ♡ written for @lavendernightsky, i hope you love!
it had been several months into the making of michael, and many times you had gone to watch jaafar rehearse or had visited him on set, mostly when he was doing the dance routines, as that constituted a huge part of the role and was what required the most effort. today was one of those days where you visited him, and mid-afternoon was when you arrived.
wearing a tight black tank top and a pair of white low-waisted sweatpants, you made your way to the rehearsal room, opening the door to quite a lot of people, where jaafar and his backup dancers were in the process of practicing the thriller routine. rich and tone, michael's own choreographers from the nineties, were advising jaafar on the particularities of each move, and had been supporting his progress from day one. now they'd all just finished up for a break, so your arrival was in perfect timing, although you did enjoy watching him rehearse, and you would be there long enough today to both cuddle with him and consume his talent.
jaafar was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of black pants from the set wardrobe, with white socks and michael's iconic black loafers on his feet.
"hey, good job, man," rich said to him, patting him on the back.
you watched jaafar as he smiled in response, but then turned and sighed to himself, rubbing his eyes with exhaustion. he had been dancing for hours, burdening himself with putting so much pressure on working toward perfection and therefore being happy with nothing less, despite the fact that they had only recently started practicing thriller, so perfection at that stage was virtually impossible.
he walked over to a corner and took a few sips of water, then turned and saw you. his face lit up, your favourite smile shining in front of you as a result of your presence.
you skipped over. "hi, baby," you said softly.
"hey, sweet girl," he smiled, setting his water bottle down and pulling you into his arms. "'m so happy to see you."
with your arms around him, you murmured into the crook of his neck as he held you so close, rocking you slightly in his arms. "i'm happy to see you too, baby. how are things today?"
you pulled back to look at him, and he kept his arms around your waist. he averted his eyes to the floor. "uh, not the best."
"what do you mean?" you ran your hand up and down his forearm soothingly.
"i can't get the choreography right. i keep missing little movements and it's stressing me out."
"j," you sighed, cupping his cheek to make him look at you. "you really haven't been practicing this dance all that long—i don't think anyone's expecting you to have everything perfect already. i doubt that even your uncle himself always got everything right on first try."
he gave a small smile, and you ran your thumb over his cheekbone.
"or maybe he did," you added with a chuckle. "because he's michael jackson. but that's besides the point."
"yeah, i know. i think i'm a little too hard on myself."
"you think?" you raised a brow with a knowing smile. that was an understatement. he was way too hard on himself when it came to perfecting this role.
jaafar smiled wider, and your heart melted as you looked at him. his curls were all messy, grown out to fit the thriller era, and you wished his hair would be like this all the time; but as he always made very clear, he was very particular about hairstyles, and personally preferred his shorter hair best. you thought he looked handsome either way, but admittedly you adored running your hands through his curls more than anything, and therefore the fuller they were the better. funnily enough, jaafar hated anyone touching his hair, but that sentiment referred to everyone except for you. outwardly, what he'd tell people was that he was the only one with the privilege of touching his own hair, but in your private moments, there was nothing your man loved more than to feel your soft hands threading through the softness of the hair he pretended he wanted nobody to touch.
"have you eaten, baby?" you asked him, hoping he hadn't forgotten about lunch in favour of prioritising his perfectionism.
"oh yeah, i had lunch a couple hours ago. you got here just in time because we've been rehearsing for about two hours and now we get a break for another two. they're usually not that long, but today has been a lot already, so that’s why.”
"yay," you sighed happily, leaning forward into his chest again. his arms still held you, and you received a quick forehead kiss, feeling his smile against the crown of your head, before he let go of your waist and took your hand.
"okay, you wanna go cuddle somewhere for a bit?" he asked.
"yes," you grinned, linking your arm into his. everyone was spilling out of the room around the two of you, leaving to enjoy the break.
jaafar took you to one of the rooms in the building, on the third floor. you didn't know what it was for, since it was so spacious but with virtually nothing of substance in it. the important thing though was that it had a semi-comfortable couch with many cushions, and if you and jaafar weren't lucky enough to be in the presence of a bed right now, this couch would do.
you sat down first and outstretched your arms to your boyfriend. he smiled brightly and chuckled, positioning himself to lay sideways across the length of the couch, then rested his pretty head on your lap. you each hummed in content, and instinctively your hands settled in the curls below you.
"just relax now, baby," you whispered, scratching gently at his scalp. "shut your eyes and try to get some sleep. i don't want this role to start taking its toll on you, because you're doing so well—better than anyone could've ever expected from anybody."
"thank you, angel," jaafar murmured into your lap, cheek warmed by the soft fabric of your sweats. "that means a lot."
"of course," you smiled. "now, i'd love to kiss you but you look pretty cosy down there."
"i am," he grinned against you.
time passed, and jaafar perhaps would've fallen asleep, had it not been for the fact that the two of you couldn't stop talking to each other. it was always this way at home too—you'd get in bed intending to go to sleep, but you had the shared chatterbox quality of two best friends, because he was in fact your very best friend, and you were his. this afternoon you weren't talking about anything particularly necessary, rather just whatever came to mind, and you were so lost in your conversation that you both totally forgot that jaafar was supposed to be resting. well, in some way this was resting, as you did always relax his nervous system, but he also needed sleep too.
"sing for me," you ordered—teasingly because you knew he hated that.
"no, i don't wanna sing," he replied shyly, hiding his face where it rested on your thigh.
"why not? you're so shy, baby," you laughed, softly tugging on a few curls. "but don't be like that with me—i wanna hear your voice."
"you can hear it later, when i'm rehearsing."
"i wanted to hear it now that the two of us are alone."
"no," he persisted, burrowing his face further into you like a frustrated child.
you laughed in amusement. "y'want me to fight you on this?"
jaafar pulled back, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were sleepy. "doesn't matter what we do—i'm still not singing for you."
"jaafar," you scolded with a playfully stern tone. still, he only looked at you with lighthearted disdain, then cuddled back into your lap again.
"nope!" you sighed and reached down to start tickling his waist.
"no, stop it," he protested, laughing as he sat up beside you and pinned you beneath a teasing counterattack.
"jaafar, no—"
he tickled all up and down your torso, while you squealed and kicked at him, holding onto his forearms.
"you started it," he chuckled, partly at how silly you looked trying to hit at him. then you nudged his bicep, and finally he let up.
"shut up," you muttered, with a grin impossible to suppress.
now jaafar straightened on the couch, and you climbed into his lap instinctively, perched on his thigh sideways with your legs across him.
"i just wanted to hear my boy sing." you squeezed his cheek, and he blushed, squinting his eyes in that adorable way so characteristic of him whenever he felt shy.
"j, you're so beautiful, come here," you said in awe, moving so that you were now straddling him. you cupped his pretty face and watched his cute, flustered look—the way he always looked when you complimented him so intimately.
"you're beautiful," he replied, as always shifting the focus back to you over himself.
"mm, we're talking about you right now." you leaned forward on him and held his head to your chest by the nape of his neck.
absentmindedly, he kissed above your breast, where the neckline of your top was a little low, then looked up at you again.
"i love you... i love you so much..." you whispered, pressing kisses all over his face while his handsome smile only widened. "my prince. you're doing amazing."
"thank you, baby," he replied with a light squeeze of your ass.
"you look so sleepy," you pointed out, running your thumb over the soft skin of his cheek.
"yeah," jaafar sighed.
"let's take a nap. a real one this time—not like before where i told you that you could sleep on me but then all i did was talk to you the whole time," you laughed.
he laughed too—such a beautiful sound. "okay, but not in here. in the next room, there's a much wider couch—i totally forgot about it. it's way more comfortable than this one."
"alright, we'll go in there." a yawn left your mouth and you rubbed your eyes.
"you tired too, baby?" jaafar asked, wrapping his arms securely around your waist with a soft kiss to your lips.
"a little. i didn't get much sleep last night."
"so we both need a nap," he smiled. "i have just over an hour until i need to get back in there."
"okay, i hope this couch is as comfy as you say because i want us to fall asleep instantly."
"well, i don't know about instantly, but it's much better than this tiny thing." he gestured to the piece of furniture they'd been making do with.
then, unexpectedly he hooked his arms underneath your thighs and stood up with you in his hold. reflexively, you wrapped your legs around his waist with a soft squeal, arms around his neck.
he proceeded to carry you out of the door, and began making his way to the next room. you giggled in his arms, and as you passed through the hall, two women working behind the scenes saw you.
"they're so adorable," one said to the other.
he opened the door, holding you with one arm. "yes, there's no one in here," he celebrated gladly. then, he took you over to the couch by the window and set you down.
eagerly you both laid on your sides facing each other, but while this piece of furniture was wide enough in comparison to what you'd had in the other room, you still had to press your bodies very close together, your leg thrown over his thigh, one of his legs between yours—limbs completely entwined. but that was how you both usually slept, so it was no issue. you preferred anything that gave you an excuse to sleep with your man as tightly bundled up as could be.
"c'mere, need you as close as possible..." jaafar murmured. "my teddy bear."
you laughed warmly as he tugged you impossibly closer, your head now tucked into the crook of his neck. "j, you run way warmer than me. you're the teddy bear."
he chuckled, beginning to play with your hair. "you know, this is the type of thing my guys would tease the hell out of us for."
"and you shouldn't care," you said plainly, then pressed several quick kisses to his lips. you began to deepen your affection, before remembering you hadn't finished what you meant to say.
"i'm head over heels for you, j," you twirled a few strands of his messy curls in your hands, "and i love when you baby me. cringe doesn't exist when you're in love."
"yeah, likewise," he grinned. jaafar truly adored the way you would dote on him and make him feel so safe. you both had that same effect on each other, but he would never admit anywhere other than with you that he enjoyed being babied by his girl.
"okay, let's get some sleep now," you sighed in content, resting your hands in his hair. his arms held you in their protectiveness, so secure.
you kept shuffling around quite a bit at first, because since you always insisted on sleeping with one another and never alone, that meant that in this current circumstance you were quite literally suffocating each other—in the most perfect way. it was the cosiest cuddle ever, but you just had to get the exact positioning right.
"i should've brought a blanket," jaafar said.
"what, am i not enough?" you joked.
"that's not what i meant," he chuckled. "i thought a blanket would make it more comfortable for you."
"no, you're perfect enough, baby. and now…” you kissed his jaw, "you really need this nap, so with all due respect, please shut up."
"fine, i'm shutting up," he laughed, "but i'd bet money on you being the one to speak next."
you nudged his thigh with your knee. "now that you've said that, i'm never speaking again."
"shh, you know i love hearing you talk," jaafar murmured, moving his head so that he faced you directly.
you bumped heads as he moved, and each groaned at the light pain of the sudden meeting, but immediately afterward you were both laughing. now you were nose-to-nose, adorably.
"ow, you're annoying," you pouted.
"i wanted to look at you."
"you need to be looking at nothing, because you need to be sleeping."
"no, just one more thing." he pecked your lips, speaking with sincerity. "i'm so happy you're here, angel. i don't ever want you to go."
you blushed in his arms, and tried to look away from how beautifully intense his gaze was, but of course you were so close your noses were touching, so instead you opted to shut your eyes. you scrunched up your face shyly.
"what are you doing?" jaafar chuckled, squeezing your cheek. "look at me, pretty girl."
"no—you're giving me butterflies looking at me like that." still you kept your eyes shut, and removed one hand from jaafar's hair to cover your face with it. you'd been together for so long, but he would forever make you feel this way.
"butterflies, huh?" he smirked, and of course you couldn't see the smirk, but could hear it enough in his tone. then he squeezed your waist and ass, causing you to gasp, and the hand over your face now went to hold his bicep to stop his teasing.
"jaafar, i'm serious, we need to sleep," you said through smiles you couldn't contain.
"what if we just make out instead?"
"baby, i thought you wanted to sleep."
"i do—i'd just... rather do other things if you're here."
the problem was that with how much time he'd been spending rehearsing, he consequently wasn't spending as much time with you as he wished to; therefore, he liked to spend what little time you had together as awake rather than asleep.
you rolled your eyes lightheartedly.
"and your lips are right there... right in front of me," he added. "it's a waste otherwise."
"nope." you gently pushed his head back as his lips briefly touched yours. "shut your eyes, pretty boy."
jaafar sighed deeply, then repositioned his arms around you and rested his head against the side of your face. "alright, fine..."
a few moments of genuine silence finally passed, and then you felt him murmur against your skin again.
"will you play with my hair?"
you made a soft giggle, the sound hitting his ears angelically, and at his request your hands returned to his curls, fingers wreathing through rhythmically. he sighed in content, and so did you.
just under an hour later, jaafar's resting time was over, and luckily you'd both fallen asleep very quickly in each other's embrace. now you were both still sound asleep, in a slumber as secure as a baby's, when a group of people walked in.
"oh my god, that's cute as fuck," one woman exclaimed, taking out her phone to snap a picture of the two of you. she was one of the backup dancers and had entered beside two other women, one being another dancer and one being asia fuqua, who would be playing ola ray's character in thriller, and also happened to be the director's daughter.
"yeah, they're so in love, it's adorable," asia added. "literally attached at the hip."
they watched as jaafar unconsciously tried to pull you even closer in his sleep (and mind you, there was not a single ounce of distance between you to close) and none of the three women wanted to disrupt your peaceful cuddle. except, someone had to tell jaafar that he needed to get up and prepare himself for the busy hours ahead.
"i don't wanna wake them," the second woman said. "i'd feel bad."
but then suddenly the director himself, antoine, walked in. he didn’t usually attend rehearsals, but today he was here to see jaafar’s progress.
"what is going on in here?" he asked, perplexed because jaafar was never late for rehearsal, and he'd been looking all over the building for him. as he questioned the situation, he hadn't yet noticed the sleeping couple sprawled across the couch on the opposite end of the room. "jaafar's supposed to be in the rehearsal room right now. did you not find him?"
"he's over there," asia pointed with a giddy smile. "but how cute are they, dad?"
the others chuckled at how silly this was. antoine squinted, looking over at where jaafar laid wrapped up in you, still fast asleep.
"very sweet," he said plainly. "but what would be sweeter is if one of you would go and wake him up for me, thank you."
everyone started laughing, even antoine, and then asia took it upon herself to go over to the two of you.
she shook jaafar gently. "hey," she said, whisper-shouting.
he didn't stir, so she shook him again with a little more force. "jaafar—you need to get up."
now he did begin to stir, groaning at this disruption of the sleep he'd finally got to indulge in. he kept his eyes shut for a few more moments, wanting to drift off again, but then he heard asia's voice clearly, and his eyes shot open.
"wh—? am i late for something?"
as his senses awoke, he took notice of you, still warm and soft against him, now beginning to stir too. instantly jaafar felt a shockwave of embarrassment, and nudged you gently to wake you up properly.
"they just need you in the rehearsal room. you're only late by a few minutes—we came to get you," asia explained.
now you opened your eyes too and felt a similar embarrassment, especially when you noticed the other women across the room, with antoine himself stood behind, waiting.
"but," asia continued, "we almost weren't gonna wake you, because this is a very adorable scene right here."
now you were fully awake, and felt so incredibly awkward. they were all looking at both of you. you'd never felt so shy, nor had jaafar.
"oh my god, i'm sorry. we should've set an alarm or something," you said, and at once both you and jaafar moved away from each other, getting up from the couch quickly despite your drowsiness.
"no, don't worry," one of the other women chimed in. "look, we got a picture—you guys are so cute." she walked up to show you, and you had to admit it was indeed a beautiful photo.
"and by the way, girl," she added, "he was trying to pull you closer even in his sleep."
your smile grew at that. you turned to jaafar beside you. "were you?"
he looked ridiculously mortified. he was shy enough in general, but now he thought this must have looked so unprofessional. "well, i wouldn't know—i was asleep."
you rolled your eyes and hit his arm playfully. "don't look so terrified, j. they caught us cuddling, not having sex."
then you turned back to face the others. "anyway, again i'm so sorry i ate into your schedule. i'm putting this man back in your hands now." you chuckled, standing behind him and playfully pushing him forward with your hands on his shoulders.
"bye, baby," you whispered in his ear with a final kiss to his cheek. "i'll be watching, so do your best for me."
jaafar's signature smile lit up his face again at your words, and he pulled you into a side hug, before walking out of the room to continue with a long hard day of rehearsals.
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synopsis: years after distancing yourself from jaafar because of his fiancée’s jealousy, getting pulled back into the jackson family slowly brings the two of you back to each other.
the first time maddie made you feel unwanted, you were seventeen and standing in jermaine’s kitchen holding a plate of food while jaafar argued with jermajesty over music playing through somebody’s speaker.
it had been normal before she got there.
that was the thing that bothered you the most when you looked back on it years later. nothing about your friendship with jaafar had ever felt complicated until maddie started showing up beside him.
you and jaafar had grown up attached at the hip. the jackson house practically raised you alongside him. jermaine used to yell at both of you for running through the halls too loudly. jermajesty followed you around like an annoying little shadow because he thought you were cooler than everybody else. prince jackson treated you like another cousin. everybody did.
you belonged there.
and maddie noticed that immediately.
you still remembered the first time she looked at you too long.
you had walked into the kitchen laughing about something stupid jaafar said in the car. he had his arm around your shoulders for maybe two seconds before letting go to grab a drink from the fridge.
maddie watched the entire thing silently.
then she smiled.
“you two are really close,” she said casually.
jaafar nodded without thinking twice. “that’s my best friend.”
something flickered across her face for half a second before she laughed softly. “that’s cute.”
you ignored the weird feeling in your stomach.
you shouldn’t have.
because after that, things started changing little by little.
at first it was comments.
small ones.
easy to miss if you weren’t paying attention.
“you and y/n spend a lot of time together,” maddie had said one day while everybody sat in the living room.
jaafar shrugged from beside her. “yeah. we always have.”
maddie smiled at you. “i don’t think i could date somebody with a girl best friend like that.”
the room got awkward for exactly three seconds before jermajesty changed the subject loudly on purpose.
you pretended not to notice.
then came the slick stuff.
the kind of things that sounded innocent until they kept happening over and over.
one night you showed up to one of jaafar’s performances because he specifically texted you asking if you were coming. when you got there, maddie looked surprised to see you.
“oh,” she said. “i didn’t know you were invited.”
you blinked. “jaafar asked me to come.”
“really?” she replied, eyebrows lifting slightly. “that’s weird. he told me it was mostly family tonight.”
you stood there awkwardly while she smiled politely at you like she had not just made you feel stupid.
later that night, jaafar found you sitting near the back.
“why are you all the way over here?” he asked.
you shrugged. “didn’t wanna get in the way.”
he frowned. “you’re never in the way.”
maddie walked over before you could answer.
she slid her arm around his waist naturally and smiled at you. “we’re about to leave soon.”
you looked at jaafar. “oh. okay.”
he looked confused. “you don’t have to go.”
“i should,” you said quietly.
maddie smiled again.
that smile made you want to leave even faster.
another time, jermaine invited you over for dinner while jaafar and maddie were there. you ended up sitting beside jaafar automatically because that was where you always sat.
maddie looked at the chair between you and smiled sweetly.
“actually, y/n, can you switch with me?” she asked. “i barely got to see him all day.”
you immediately stood up because saying no would’ve made you look dramatic.
jaafar frowned slightly. “you were just with me.”
maddie laughed softly. “and now i wanna sit next to my boyfriend.”
everybody at the table got quiet for a second.
jermajesty rolled his eyes so hard you thought they might stick.
you moved anyway.
after that, you started avoiding situations where you’d have to compete for space you used to have naturally.
you stopped calling jaafar as much.
stopped showing up unexpectedly.
stopped texting first.
he noticed eventually.
one night your phone rang while you were in your apartment in seoul after practice.
jaafar.
you stared at the screen before answering.
“hello?”
“did i do something?” he asked immediately.
you froze. “what?”
“you’ve been weird with me for months.”
you leaned back against your couch quietly. “i haven’t been weird.”
“you barely talk to me anymore,” he replied. “you don’t come around.”
you closed your eyes for a second.
because how were you supposed to explain something he clearly didn’t see?
“you have your own life now,” you said carefully. “things change.”
“that’s not an answer,” he said.
you stayed quiet.
after a few seconds, he sighed softly. “did maddie say something to you?”
your stomach tightened.
“no,” you lied.
he was silent for a moment. “okay.”
you hated how disappointed he sounded.
but you hated how relieved you felt when the conversation ended too.
because distance was easier than feeling unwanted every time you walked into a room.
years passed like that.
not completely apart.
but different.
you still talked to jermajesty constantly. he’d facetime you randomly while you were backstage during tours just to annoy you. he’d send you clips of jaafar working on music without realizing how long you stared at them afterward.
the jacksons still treated you like family whenever you saw them.
but you and jaafar existed in this weird space where neither of you acknowledged how much had changed.
your solo career was doing better than ever. you had just finished promotions in korea and flew back to los angeles for a few weeks before your next schedule.
you were exhausted when your phone buzzed with an unknown number.
unknown number: answer your phone before i leak your middle school pictures.
you laughed immediately.
you: jermajesty if this is you i’m blocking you.
unknown number: wow. no hello or anything.
you shook your head smiling before sending another text.
you: why are you texting me off a fake number like a weirdo.
unknown number: because you ignore me on instagram.
you: because you’re annoying.
your phone rang immediately after.
you answered while walking into your kitchen. “what do you want?”
“wow,” jermajesty gasped dramatically. “that’s how you greet family?”
“you are not my family.”
“tell jermaine that,” he replied instantly. “he literally asked where you’ve been yesterday.”
that made something in your chest ache unexpectedly.
you opened your fridge quietly. “i’ve been busy.”
“you’ve been hiding,” jermajesty corrected.
you rolled your eyes. “you’re dramatic.”
“and you disappeared.”
there was a pause.
then he sighed. “just come over.”
“jermajesty.”
“come over,” he repeated. “dad misses you. prince keeps asking why you act like you moved to mars. and honestly the house is boring.”
you laughed softly despite yourself.
“i’ll think about it.”
“that means yes.”
“that means maybe.”
he groaned loudly before hanging up.
two days later, you were standing outside the jackson house again for the first time in months.
your stomach twisted nervously before you even knocked.
the door swung open before you could.
jermajesty pointed at you dramatically. “look who finally remembered us.”
you shoved his shoulder lightly. “shut up.”
he hugged you immediately anyway.
walking inside felt weirdly emotional.
everything smelled the same.
the furniture was mostly the same.
music still played somewhere in the background.
it felt like stepping back into a memory you’d spent years trying not to touch too much.
“y/n?”
you looked up at jermaine walking into the room.
his entire face lit up immediately.
“there she is,” he said loudly.
before you could react, he pulled you into a hug.
“you forgot about us?” he asked.
you laughed softly into the hug. “never.”
“that’s what happens when y’all get famous,” he muttered teasingly.
“you raised me around performers. this is your fault.”
he laughed loudly at that.
then your eyes lifted.
and there he was.
jaafar stood near the hallway staring at you like he wasn’t expecting to feel whatever he was feeling right now.
you froze for half a second.
he looked older than the last time you really looked at him. broader shoulders. sharper jaw.
but his eyes looked exactly the same.
“hey,” he said quietly.
“hey.”
jermajesty looked between both of you and made a face. “okay. this is painful.”
you laughed awkwardly while jaafar shook his head.
then maddie appeared behind him.
and instantly the air changed.
“oh,” she said smoothly. “i didn’t know y/n was coming.”
jermajesty answered before anybody else could.
“because it was a surprise.”
maddie smiled at him tightly before looking back at you.
“you look good,” she said.
“thanks,” you replied politely.
she nodded slowly. “korea’s been treating you well.”
there was something weird under the compliment. you recognized it immediately because she’d always spoken to you like that.
sweet enough that nobody else noticed anything wrong.
sharp enough that you always did.
dinner that night felt strange at first.
not bad.
just unfamiliar.
you sat beside jermajesty while prince showed you videos on his phone and jermaine kept asking about your music.
jaafar mostly listened quietly, but every now and then you’d catch him looking at you.
really looking at you.
like he was trying to figure out where exactly things went wrong between you two.
maddie noticed every single time.
at one point, jermaine got up to grab drinks.
“y/n still hates sparkling water?” he asked from the kitchen.
“yes,” jaafar answered immediately before you could.
everybody at the table looked at him.
he blinked like he hadn’t realized how automatic that response was.
maddie smiled slowly. “wow. you remember that?”
jaafar frowned slightly. “yeah?”
“interesting,” she murmured quietly.
you suddenly wanted to disappear.
after dinner, you ended up outside near the pool trying to breathe for a second.
the back door slid open behind you.
“you still do that.”
you turned to see jaafar stepping outside.
“do what?”
“leave parties when you get overwhelmed.”
you laughed softly. “i didn’t know you noticed.”
he looked at you for a second. “i notice a lot more than you think.”
that made your chest tighten annoyingly.
he leaned against the railing beside you. “you really disappeared.”
you stared down at the water quietly. “you were busy.”
“that’s not an answer either.”
you smiled faintly. “you still hate vague answers.”
“because you only give them when something’s wrong.”
there was a long silence after that.
then he looked over at you carefully.
“did maddie make you uncomfortable?”
your heart jumped.
“why would you ask that?”
“because every time she’s around, you leave.”
you laughed softly, but there was no humor in it. “maybe i just didn’t fit anymore.”
his expression shifted immediately.
“you’ve always fit here.”
you looked at him finally.
“not everybody thought so.”
he stared at you for a second like something was clicking into place too slowly.
before he could say anything else, the back door opened again.
maddie.
“there you are,” she said to jaafar. “i’ve been looking for you.”
her eyes flicked toward you briefly.
you immediately stepped back. “i was just heading inside.”
“you don’t have to leave,” jaafar said quickly.
“i’m fine,” you replied.
maddie smiled politely as you walked past her.
but right before you reached the door, she spoke softly enough that only you could hear.
“you know, it’s probably healthier not to cling to childhood friendships forever.”
you stopped for half a second.
then kept walking.
because if you stayed, you were genuinely afraid you’d say something ugly.
after that night, you expected things to go back to normal.
they didn’t.
jaafar texted you the next morning, off of instagram.
jaafar: did you get home okay?
you stared at the message longer than necessary.
you: yeah.
a few seconds later another message came.
jaafar: can i have your actual number again.
you blinked.
you: you lost it?
jaafar: maddie changed my phone a while ago and a bunch of.
you didn’t know why that bothered you.
still, you sent it.
you: don’t lose it again.
jaafar: i won’t.
and somehow that tiny conversation turned into another one.
then another.
then another.
soon you were texting him almost every day.
sometimes about stupid things.
sometimes about music.
sometimes about memories neither of you realized you both still carried around.
he’d send you clips of songs he was working on at two in the morning.
you’d send him pictures from backstage during schedules in tokyo or seoul.
you became best friends again so naturally it almost scared you.
maddie noticed immediately.
one night you were facetiming jaafar while he sat in his studio.
“you still have that hoodie?” he asked laughing after seeing you wearing an old sweatshirt.
you looked down. “this is literally yours.”
“i know,” he said smiling.
another voice suddenly came from somewhere off camera.
“whose hoodie?”
maddie.
jaafar looked away from the screen briefly. “y/n stole it years ago.”
maddie appeared beside him moments later.
“oh,” she said.
you smiled politely. “hi.”
“hi,” she replied.
the silence afterward felt awful.
then maddie looked at jaafar. “can i talk to you for a second?”
his expression shifted slightly. “right now?”
“yes.”
you immediately shook your head. “it’s okay. i should sleep anyway.”
jaafar frowned. “you don’t have to hang up.”
“i’m tired,” you lied.
maddie smiled softly. “goodnight, y/n.”
you hung up before answering.
the next day, jaafar texted you apologizing.
you pretended it didn’t bother you.
but it did.
still, no matter how awkward things got, you kept getting pulled back toward him anyway.
because when it was just you and jaafar talking, everything felt easy again.
like before.
like home.
your birthday came up three months later.
you barely planned anything because your schedule was insane.
which was exactly why jermajesty managed to trick you so easily.
“dad wants you over,” he texted. “something about dinner.”
you sighed while grabbing your keys.
you should’ve known something was suspicious when jermajesty sounded way too excited on facetime earlier.
still, you drove over.
when you walked inside, the lights were off.
“hello?” you called.
then suddenly the entire room exploded with yelling.
“surprise!”
you jumped so hard you nearly dropped your bag.
the lights flicked on.
the jackson house was packed.
music blasted through speakers. balloons covered half the living room. jermaine stood near the kitchen grinning proudly while prince laughed at your shocked expression.
jermajesty literally doubled over laughing.
“your face!” he shouted.
you stared around the room completely stunned. “what is happening?”
“your birthday party,” prince answered obviously.
“i didn’t ask for this!”
“good thing nobody cared,” jermajesty replied.
you laughed helplessly while everybody crowded around hugging you.
then your eyes found jaafar standing near the hallway.
he looked nervous.
which instantly made your stomach flip.
you walked over slowly. “you did this?”
he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “maybe.”
“jaafar.”
“you never celebrate yourself,” he said quietly. “so i wanted to.”
something in your chest softened immediately.
before you could answer, jermaine wrapped an arm around your shoulders dramatically.
“this girl practically grew up in this house,” he announced loudly to everybody nearby. “of course we’re celebrating her.”
you laughed while prince pointed toward the cake.
“jermajesty almost ruined the surprise three times,” prince exposed.
“snitch,” jermajesty muttered.
the entire night felt warm in a way you hadn’t realized you missed.
you sat in the kitchen with jermaine listening to old stories about you and jaafar as kids. prince kept making fun of your old hairstyles. jermajesty followed you around annoying you every five seconds.
and jaafar stayed close the entire night without making it obvious.
maddie noticed all of it.
you saw it in the way she kept watching.
the way her smile kept getting tighter.
the breaking point happened when jermaine pulled you into a family picture.
“come here,” he said.
you laughed. “i’m not in this.”
“yes you are,” jermaine argued immediately.
jermajesty grabbed your wrist dramatically and dragged you beside him while prince laughed.
jaafar ended up standing next to you naturally.
maddie stared at the entire thing silently.
the flash went off.
then another.
and another.
you didn’t realize maddie had walked away until later.
jaafar noticed first.
he found her outside near the driveway while everybody else stayed inside.
“what’s wrong?” he asked.
maddie laughed quietly like she couldn’t believe he was asking.
“seriously?”
he frowned. “what?”
“you’re asking me what’s wrong after tonight?”
his expression hardened slightly. “maddie.”
“everybody treats her like she belongs to you,” she snapped suddenly. “your family acts like she’s already part of everything.”
“because she grew up with us.”
“and you’re emotionally attached to her in a way that’s weird.”
jaafar stared at her. “what?”
“you look at her differently,” maddie said quietly. “you always have.”
he opened his mouth immediately. “that’s not true.”
but the hesitation before he answered ruined everything.
maddie saw it too.
her face fell slightly before she laughed bitterly.
“wow.”
“maddie.”
“i’m not doing this,” she said shaking her head. “i’m not gonna marry somebody who’s in love with someone else and pretending he doesn’t know it yet.”
his entire face changed.
because for the first time, he couldn’t immediately deny it.
maddie looked at him for another second before stepping back.
“you should figure your feelings out,” she said quietly.
then she left.
inside, you had no idea what happened.
you were sitting on the kitchen counter eating cake with jermajesty bothering you when jaafar walked back inside.
one look at his face made your stomach drop.
“what happened?” you asked softly.
he looked at you for a second too long.
then away.
“maddie left.”
everything suddenly felt wrong.
the party ended not long after that.
you stayed behind helping clean while everybody else slowly headed home.
jaafar barely spoke.
jermajesty kept looking between both of you nervously.
finally, when everybody else disappeared upstairs, you found jaafar outside near the pool again.
full circle.
you stepped closer carefully. “you okay?”
he laughed quietly without humor. “not really.”
you leaned against the railing beside him silently.
after a long pause, he spoke.
“she broke up with me.”
your chest tightened immediately. “because of me?”
he looked over at you slowly.
“because she thought something was going on between us.”
“there isn’t,” you said quickly.
another silence.
then he looked away again.
“that’s the problem,” he muttered.
your heartbeat sped up instantly.
“jaafar.”
he rubbed his face tiredly before looking at you again.
“i spent years thinking i was imagining it,” he admitted quietly. “every time you pulled away from me, it bothered me more than it should’ve.”
you stared at him silently.
“when you stopped showing up, the house felt wrong,” he continued softly. “when you started talking to me again, everything felt normal again.”
your throat tightened.
he stepped closer slowly.
“and tonight when she left, the first person i wanted to find was you.”
you could barely breathe suddenly.
“jaafar…”
“i know the timing’s messy,” he interrupted quietly. “i know it probably makes me an asshole. but i can’t stand here pretending anymore.”
you looked at him for a long second.
then finally whispered, “i used to think you stopped caring about me.”
his expression broke instantly.
“never.”
that answer came too fast to be fake.
his hand moved carefully against your face like he was scared you’d disappear again.
you didn’t pull away.
and when he kissed you, it felt years overdue.
slow at first.
careful.
then real.
your hand grabbed the front of his jacket automatically while he pulled you closer.
when he finally pulled back, both of you stayed there breathing the same air for a second.
By the time Jaafar gets you upstairs, you’re basically attached to him. One arm around his neck.
The other holding absolutely nothing important.Your missing heel situation has still not been resolved. “Baby,” Jaafar laughs softly while unlocking the apartment, “where's your other shoe at?” You blink slowly. Then gasp. “Oh my days.”
“What?”
“I had two.” He starts laughing immediately. Like fully laughing now, shoulders shaking while you stare at him offended. “Y-you’re not helping.”
“You losin’ pieces of your outfit outside and I’m the problem?”
“You’re supposed to support me emotionally.”
“I am supportin’ you emotionally.”
“No, you’re bein’ mean.” Jaafar finally gets the door open and the second you step inside, you immediately grab onto him with both arms again, very clingy...He almost stumbles backward from the force of it. “Damn,” he laughs. “Missed me that bad?”
“Yes.” The answer comes so fast he actually pauses. Then his whole expression melts.
“Aw my sweet girl.” You shake your head against his chest dramatically. “Don’t leave.”
“I’m literally right here.”
“No but like…just don't.”Jaafar has to bite his lip to stop laughing again.You look up at him suddenly with wide sleepy eyes.“You’re so pretty.”
“Oh? am i?.” He Softly laughs. “No seriously.” Your hands squish his cheeks together. “Like stupid pretty. t-that's not okay.”
“Stupid pretty?” he says confused. “Mhm.” He kisses your forehead softly while you continue staring at him.
Drunk you was dangerously affectionate. And Jaafar loved every second of it. “You need water first,” he says gently.
“No! No.”
“You absolutely do.”
“Noooo,” you whine, following him into the kitchen attached to him. “Kiss me first.”
“Baby—”
“Pleaseeee.”Jaafar turns around immediately, smiling helplessly before kissing you softly. And immediately you kiss him back way too hard. Missing his mouth once because you’re laughing.
Jaafar laughs against your lips too, hands steadying your waist while you keep kissing him between giggles. “There she go,” he murmurs softly. “Shh..N-Nooo talking.”
“M’not talkin’.”
“You literally are.” You kiss him again before he can defend himself. And again, And again. Jaafar eventually starts laughing into your mouth because you genuinely won’t stop. “Baby,” he says breathlessly between kisses, “lemme breathe.”
“Nooo.”
“That’s so selfish.”
“You’reee mineee.” The way you say it almost visibly affects him. His smile softens instantly. “Yeah?” he murmurs quietly.
“Mmhmm.” You kiss the corner of his mouth this time, then his jaw, then somewhere near his cheek because your aim is questionable now. Jaafar’s holding your waist tighter now just to keep you standing. “You drunk-drunk,” he whispers affectionately. “I’m in love-love.”
“That too.” You bury your face dramatically into his neck afterward. And immediately start kissing there too. Little sleepy kisses all over his skin while Jaafar just stands there smiling like an idiot.
“Baby,” he laughs quietly, “what are you doing?”
“Lovin’ youuu.” That one hits him directly in the chest. You can tell too because suddenly Jaafar gets quieter. His hands slide warmly up your back while he presses one kiss into your hair. “My sweet girl.. you need some sleep,” he murmurs. You hum happily against his neck, still refusing to let go of him for even one second.
When he tries reaching for the water bottle again, you tighten your grip immediately. “No.”
“You holding me hostage now?”
“Yes.”
“That’s crazy.”
“You like it.” True..Very true, Jaafar finally gives up on pretending he needs space and just lifts you onto the kitchen counter instead. You immediately pull him closer again between your knees. “There,” you mumble proudly. “Now stay.”
“Yes ma’am.” You smile dreamily before kissing him again slower this time.
Still smiling into it. Jaafar kisses you back gently, one hand resting against your thigh while the other brushes hair away from your face.
And Oh Goodness-
he looks at you so softly when you’re like this. Like being loved by you is his favorite thing that’s ever happened to him. “You know what?” you whisper suddenly. “What?”
“I’d cry if you..cry.” Jaafar stares at you for one second. Then bursts into laughter so hard he nearly folds in half.“That’s your declaration of love?”
“It’s serious!” You stare. “Oh my baby..”
“You can’t cry.” You pout. “I’ll do my best.” You squint suspiciously. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” Satisfied, you nod once, Then immediately kiss him again because apparently that’s the solution to everything tonight.
content summary.. ❤︎ desperately horny reader who gets princess treatment in the bedroom! smut: missionary, dirty talk, size kink bc jaafar is big af. breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, jaafar is a soft dom because of course he is… also i just had to mention his ass twice sorry hehe.
today had been tiresomely long. your boyfriend had spent the day doing press for michael from 9 to 5, and you’d gone with him, watching from behind the cameras. of course you loved being there, but the problem was that he looked so fucking sexy in his silk shirt and black pants, and by the time you both got home, you were more than ready to rip everything off him. it was ovulation week, so that made sense…
❤︎ “woah baby, can you at least wait until we get through the door?” jaafar chuckled as you pawed at the collar of his shirt, pressing open-mouthed kisses from his jaw to his adam’s apple, faint lipstick stains marking him up. he kept one arm around your waist to make sure you didn’t stumble. you hadn’t consumed a single drop of alcohol—you were just ditsy with your desperation.
you’d both just stepped out of his car, and he'd forced you to behave in the vehicle during the entire journey, so now, back on the doorstep of your shared home, you decided you’d display your need as shamelessly as ever.
“no, you’ve had me waiting all day,” you murmured against his jaw, before kissing him with tongue. he hummed into the kiss, still smiling, then laughed and pushed your head back gently.
“most days we don’t have sex until evening.”
you gave him a pointed look, threading your fingers through his. “most days i haven’t had to stare at your gorgeous face for eight hours straight.”
“okay, whatever, i get it,” jaafar only chuckled again, and took out his keys to unlock the front door. “i didn’t realise i was that appealing just sitting and talking.”
you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into his chest—so, so desperate to feel him wholly. “you’re kidding me, right?” you hummed airily into his skin. he smelled incredible, as usual.
he kissed the crown of your head as the key rattled in the lock, and then he pushed open the door.
“finally,” you sighed as you clung to him. he shut the door behind you both, locking it with the free hand not holding you, and then after you each took off your shoes, both his arms moved to wrap around your waist, and he rocked you in his hold.
“what do you wanna do, baby?” he whispered into the crown of your head, where you still rested in the crook of his neck like a cub clinging to its mother.
“i think you know,” you replied sweetly, pulling back to look up at him with those eyes he could never say no to. not that he would even want for a second to say no to you this evening.
“i think i do too,” he smirked, running his hands up and down your back before resting them at your ass over your jeans. he gave the area a squeeze, and if you weren’t so horny you would’ve made a joke about the ass he was packing down there himself.
you batted your lashes up at him playfully, waiting for him to drag you upstairs and have his way with you, like you’d been waiting for all day.
“jump,” he ordered with a teasing smile, and with a giggle you kept your arms around his neck as you jumped up into his hold, wrapping your legs around him.
you let out a soft gasp as he bounced you a little in his arms, and then he was off up the stairs immediately, bringing you with him pressed against his chest like a princess being rescued. in your case, rescued from the mundanity and sexual frustration of the day.
jaafar brought you to your shared bedroom and let go of you to lay you down in the sheets, a graceful fall from his embrace as you anticipated all that you craved.
quickly, you shimmied out of your jeans and threw off your shirt, leaving you in only a matching set of baby pink underwear. jaafar was also wasting no time getting undressed—you watched as he too threw off his shirt, and began unbuckling his belt.
there weren’t many sexier sights (or sounds too, for that matter) on this earth than jaafar unbuckling his belt after a long day. you bit your lip as you looked up at him. he then pulled his pants down and off, before tugging off his boxers too and tossing them somewhere. now his thick and fully hard cock stood up against his abdomen in front of you, the tip flushed with need.
you moaned involuntarily at the mere sight of him positioning himself over you, and immediately you reached down to stroke his length.
he shut his eyes tight at the feeling. “oh fuck baby…”
“yeah, does that feel good, handsome?” you asked, loving to feel the ridges of each vein against your smooth palm.
“perfect, shit—” he moaned as you sped up your movements, but a few moments later you pulled away and his attention was brought back to your pleasure only. you had been waiting all day after all, and he had a feeling you were ovulating. in some insane way, he could often tell which point of your cycle you were at.
“j, i need you so fucking bad,” you moaned against his lips as he kissed you, his tongue swirling against yours.
“yeah i know, princess,” he cooed, starting to tug down your pink panties without having to be told twice. “patience, alright?” he flung them somewhere by his own underwear, and then lastly he removed your bra, pressing kisses and softly biting all over your chest as he did so.
“wait a sec,” he leaned over to his nightstand and pulled out a drawer, “i'm just gonna get a condom before we get carried away with ourselves and forget.”
but you grabbed his bicep to stop him. “no. i want it raw, please j.”
he raised a brow, having definitely not expected those words when you were completely sober. “you sure?”
“yeah, i’m sure," you said quickly. this didn't need to be a whole discussion—you just needed his cock. "now please shut up and fuck me, baby—i don’t think i’ve ever been more horny in my life.”
he laughed at your words, that beautiful grin lighting up his face, and he positioned himself over you again, thumb rubbing your cheek softly. “okay, i know you need it hard right now, so that’s what we’re gonna do, yeah?” he whispered so intimately.
you nodded, beaming.
“but aren’t you ovulating, baby?” he smacked the head of his cock over your clit several times, and your hips jolted with the force of the pleasure.
“mmph,” you whined against the pillows. “yeah, i am. how did you know?”
“i have special powers,” jaafar smirked, still sliding the weight of himself up and down your soaked pussy. every single slight touch and movement set your body alight with what felt like microdoses of ecstasy, you were that horny. it was almost as if your body truly was begging for a baby.
except that was ridiculous, because neither of you had ever once considered parenthood as a serious reality in the nearby future. the fact was that right now you weren’t thinking about the reality of anything. all that was on your mind was your gorgeous man and his equally gorgeous assets.
“okay, so you’re really sure?” jaafar asked for what felt like the millionth time.
“yes, baby—just fuck me,” you sighed, but the amused look on his face at this unrestrained episode of neediness made you chuckle.
“manners,” he ordered, brows raised in a playful scold, now teasing his tip at your entrance, pushing in ever so slightly just to pull out again, and repeat.
“please fuck me, sir,” you replied with a sweet smile, expecting more teasing, but instead he pushed in—finally.
jaafar's cock was so so girthy, length at least six inches, so he guided himself in gradually, letting you adjust. no matter how horny you were, he didn’t want to risk hurting you.
although, he knew you wanted no mercy tonight, so once he’d bottomed out, that first rough thrust felt like you’d ascended to heaven. he hit your spot instantly, as always, and his low groans above you only added to the perfection of the moment.
he’d worked out a lot in preparation for the movie, so his biceps were a beautiful sight for sore eyes, and you found yourself lost in that sight as he rested one hand up on the headboard behind you, his muscles flexing. with each harsh thrust the headboard knocked against the wall, a rhythmic noise that sounded in between the moans spilling from both of you.
his thick cock hit that spongy, sensitive spot inside you with every stroke, and you gasped and whined each time.
“jaafar, baby, fuck—”
“yeah, you good, princess?” he murmured through groans. he could barely contain himself—to him, it was a slice of heaven to be inside you.
your response wouldn’t leave your lips because all that you sounded out were lewd noises as his thrusts never once let up or slowed.
“hm? tell me how good it feels, baby girl. talk to me.”
jaafar then shifted positions slightly, from hovering above you to now being pressed completely against you, skin on skin. his body suffocated yours in the most beautiful way, everything feeling so incredibly intimate. your hands went to his curls the second he moved, the strands always your favourite thing to hold while he fucked you into oblivion.
he was gazing down at you, your foreheads touching, and you tried to meet his eyes, tried to respond to his question, but the pleasure was just too much. your eyes only kept fluttering shut, your incoherent mouth exposing how much of a cockslut you were for your man.
“mhm—i—oh fuck j, i can’t—”
“no, talk to me, beautiful,” he murmured in your ear, kissing every inch of your face. “‘m making you feel so good, huh? you gonna cum for me soon, sweet girl?”
through more gasps and moans, you finally managed to respond lucidly. “yeah—mmh—gonna cum—i love it when you fuck me so deep jaafar, oh m…”
each time you called him by his first name during sex, he always nearly lost his mind. it was the most perfect thing for him to hear you moan his name while all fucked out beneath him, his cock plunging in and out of your tight walls—he as the sole cause of your ecstasy-like pleasure.
“that’s it, my angel… keep telling me all about it…”
“baby, i can hardly speak,” you breathed out, giggling in his ear. he smelled so fucking good, and you could feel him everywhere with how his body was caging you in. now you reached one hand down to grip his ass—that ass the whole world was talking about—while your other hand remained tight in his curls.
he chuckled in your ear too, but never paused concentration. he bit his lip hard with the force of his relentless strokes, leaving you wondering how on earth he was managing to keep this up for so long with no slowing down. his stamina was off the charts.
“i know, baby girl. but you like getting fucked dumb, huh?”
now your nails were running up and down from his ass to his shoulder blades, the pleasure building constantly.
“yes i do j—mmmh, that’s it baby, i’m close—”
“yeah me too sweet girl… i know… let me get you there.” he pulled back a little in order to reach a hand down and rub your clit, while the other kneaded one of your breasts. he twisted a nipple between his fingers and you almost screamed, having to smack a hand over your mouth because of the neighbours. jaafar only laughed, finding it all so amusing, and that famous smile never failed to give you butterflies even when you were already on cloud nine.
“i’m gonna eat your pussy after this,” he grinned, still toying with your clit expertly.
“yeah?” you half-sighed half-laughed, nails still raking up and down his back. “it’s my special day.”
“well, whatever my girl wants, she gets.”
“i’m so blessed,” you giggled.
now his thrusts were beginning to falter, but you could tell that was due to how close he was to his orgasm.
“j,” you gripped his strong bicep, “i need your cum so fucking deep, i’m serious—”
“i’ll give it to you baby,” he groaned, the pace turning erratic now that he was so close. “shit, this pussy is fucking insane… so tight, fuck—”
and then you felt it all. spurts of his hot cum filled your womb, and he thrusted through his release while you continued to react like a whore beneath him.
it was only moments later that you reached your own climax, toes curling, body seizing in the most ethereal pleasure. you couldn’t believe how jaafar managed to get you like this every time.
when you both caught your breath, jaafar collapsed on top of you, his head on your chest, cock softening inside. you loved this part so much.
he took a deep sigh against your collarbone and then spoke. “i need to fuck you raw again. right now." he began pressing light kisses all over your chest.
you chuckled, playing with his hair. you were the only one who he ever allowed to touch those pretty curls.
"but first, i'm eating you out," he added plainly. "like i said."
you blushed, smiling down at him, a rush of contentment running through your body and down to your most sensitive area. you were in the mood to be overstimulated tonight.
“i love you, baby,” you whispered, beaming. “i’m the luckiest girl in the world.”
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summary: part two to this story and based on this request!!
type: needy! jaafar x black f! reader
tags/warnings: oral (m! receiving)
word count: ~1297
author’s note: i almost wrote this as headcannons but i wanted to draw it out a bit. i feel like this naturally gonna have me write a SUB! jaafar story so please gimme some ideas!!
The morning had slipped quietly into afternoon, and somehow the entire day followed without either of you truly noticing. You and Jaafar barely left the bed except to collect food deliveries from the door, laughing each time you promised yourselves this would be the moment you finally became productive.
It never lasted.
One of you would say something teasing. One lingering touch would turn into hungry foreplay. A kiss meant to be quick would stretch into minutes of lazy but intimate sex.
Now the sun was beginning its slow descent, the bright daylight that had flooded the room softening into warm amber light. Shadows lengthened along the walls, painting everything in gold and honeyed tones that made the space feel smaller and quieter.
You two couldn't help yourselves. Not that either of you put up much a fight. All it took was a glance, a look held half a second too long, and something hungry would spark between you again.
This time It started as a peck. It was soft, almost absentminded.
Then Jaafar’s hand slipped to the back of your head, fingers threading gently into your hair as he guided you closer. Your leg draped over his instinctively, fitting against him like it belonged there. The kiss deepened without either of you deciding to make it so.
Your hand traced along his jaw, feeling the familiar definition beneath your fingertips before drifting down to his chest, lingering over the steady rise and fall of his breath. He exhaled slowly, like even that small touch did something to him.
His hand wandered lower, patient and knowing, urging your legs open as if memorizing you all over again. The slow rhythm of his touch to your rose bud made your breath hitch, a quiet sound escaping into his mouth as you clutched at him.
He smiled faintly against your lips, pleased with himself, before trailing his kisses along your neck. Warm breaths followed by teasing grazes of teeth and lingering presses of his mouth left your skin sensitive in their wake.
“Don’t stop, Jaafar,” you whispered, voice soft and unguarded.
You felt his smile against your skin as he continued. Measured, calculated and completely absorbed in you.
Wanting to return the feeling, you let your hand wander down to his hardness. Just a few strokes before he reacted with a sharp inhale.
“F-fuck, baby…” The words slipped from him in a breath, low and stunned, his forehead falling briefly against yours as the moment rose between you. You pulled down his waistband and he sprang free.
Your touch slowed deliberately, teasing rather than rushing, savoring the way his breath immediately faltered beneath your hand. His focus broke from your neck, attention snapping back to you as pleasure chased across his features.
“Look at me, baby.”
Your palm rested against his cheek, grounding him there while your movements remained steady and sure. His eyes lifted to yours instantly; wide, dark and dilated with hunger. Every flicker of emotion crossed his face openly: want, trust, devotion.
“Sit up,” you murmured softly.
He obeyed without hesitation, eager, shifting back against the headboard.
He shimmied out of his briefs as you moved closer, knees settling against the mattress as you kissed him deeply first. You moved slow but with intention before letting your lips wander.
Your mouth traced along his jaw, and by the sensitive part near his ear. His head fell back in an exhale and whine as you lingered.
You moved down to his chest, then his abs and shot him one final look before lining up with his erect member.
The hunger in his gaze gave him away. He wanted you desperately, aching for the next touch, and you couldn’t help but make him wait.
You kissed his tip. Once, twice, three times before a small wince came from him. You grabbed it and licked up the shaft before taking him in your mouth.
You took him all the way in, letting him fill your mouth until you felt him in the back of your throat. He shuddered with pleasure as you gagged on him.
You pulled back a little, lips pursed as you began steady motions, bobbing your head up and down. His hands finding your hair as he lost himself to the sensation, completely at your mercy.
You tasted his salty sweet pre-cum as your tongue swirled around his tip. Your hand joined the motion, guiding the rhythm as his composure began to unravel beneath you and turned into a helpless mess.
You shot him a look through your lashes as he filled your mouth. His hips began to rock into you as he seeked more pleasure. His hands caressed your head as he started slow. He took long exhales through his teeth as you let him take over.
He started slow but picked up pace as you allowed, you relaxed your throat allowing him to have full access as he pounded into your mouth over and over again. You held on until the gagging sensation took over.
You pulled back, a thin trail of saliva still connecting you as you caught your breath. His expression immediately softened, as his hands came up to cradle your face, thumbs brushing gently along your cheeks, fingers smoothing through your hair.
“Hey… you’re okay, baby,” he murmured assuredly, voice low and warm.
“I’m really close,” he admitted softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Can you finish me?”
There was a vulnerable neediness in his voice that made something warm bloom in your chest.
And suddenly, you craved for his finished. You needed to be the one who brought him there. You needed to feel him fall apart for you.
You nodded, returning to him with quiet focus, as you took him in your mouth again, keeping your pace slow but focused. Your tongue would swirl his tip before licking his shaft slowly, feeling every and vein on him.
With each movement he became more and more helpless. With each bob, each tongue flick, each deep throat he twitched and jumped as he chased his finish.
You wrapped your hand around him, massaging while your mouth still worked him. You feel him tense under your touch, he was close.
You increase your pace slightly, his whimpers came out short and breathy,
“Y/N f-f-f-fuck..just like that..right there baby I’m so close,” his hands tightened in the sheets as he chased the edge, tension gathering through his body before finally breaking.
You pace was fast as you drew it out of him. His tip was throbbing seconds before he released his warm liquid into your mouth.
He let out groans in relief and agony as he finished, you slowed your pace as you continued to work him until he squirmed under you.
He almost begged you to stop but you worked him until his eyes were glazed over, his stomach pulsed as he came down.
He pulled you closer, guiding you into his arms as though he needed the closeness as much as the release. His hand cradled your face, thumb brushing gently along your cheek before he kissed you. A slow, deep, and grateful kiss it was.
The world outside continued quietly without you.
The sun dipped lower, warm light fading into evening as the room softened around you both. Two people resting in the quiet certainty that they had found home in each other.
can an imagine of Jaafar Jackson where reader goes with him to premiere but she has social anxiety because of the amount of people and he comforts her through out the night?
omg hey i was literally picturing this scenario in my head last night but i just read this beautiful fic by @princessrosalia and it’s similar! it’s exactly how i would’ve written him :’’)
content summary.. ❤︎ anxiety, protective jaafar, both of you being clingy.. jaafar being your sexy and devoted fiancé.. all fluff! with sexual references.
you were the it girl of manhattan, born into luxury as the daughter of a major fashion designer. you had millions of followers on socials, a new modelling contract, great people around you, and you glowed from the inside out, always priding yourself on your confidence. recently however, you’d been getting endless abuse from girls online, jealous of your long-term relationship with jaafar jackson, especially since you were now his fiancée. usually hate never got to you, but you were only human, and tonight you were uncharacteristically nervous to attend the michael premiere. you knew that this event was going to triple the amount of hate you’d already been getting while you anticipated jaafar’s inevitable title as the it boy of next month. however, you had no need to worry, because your man was prepared to devote himself entirely to ensuring you felt as comfortable as possible on the red carpet.
❤︎ under the bright sky of a beautiful april evening, you were sitting in the back of your chauffeured limo beside your handsome fiancé, en route to the los angeles premiere of his new film. jaafar had worked so incredibly hard to honour his uncle through such a dedicated creative medium, and you couldn't wait to see the final product, along with everyone's reactions. you'd both been excitedly anticipating this night for many months—or rather, throughout the entire process, the three years it had taken to create the movie before it had finally been ready for release.
but the closer it came to the night itself, you noticed you were feeling unusually anxious, and while the feeling was out of the ordinary for you—being so used to public events like these—you knew exactly what had produced the emotion. four weeks ago, jaafar had proposed to you, on what you now considered to be the best day of your life, and not long after, you'd shared the news on instagram with a picture of the gorgeous rock on your finger, and the beautiful landscape he'd chosen as the backdrop to the treasured moment. most of what you saw online were happy, supportive responses to your engagement, but it was very hard to ignore the loud minority—those women hiding behind anonymous accounts to attack you with relentless comments on your looks and your character, simply because they wanted the man you had the privilege of calling your own.
jaafar wasn't yet the huge star you knew he was about to become. he was of course known of by name, and known more closely by fans of the jacksons, but since the film hadn't been released yet, it startled you to see such harsh levels of anonymous aggression. you tried to remind yourself that while indeed the hate was harsh, it really was just a loud minority, and you also reminded yourself that what they were saying wasn't even true anyway, therefore you shouldn't pay it any mind. they loved to say that you were using jaafar for his connections—despite the fact that you very much had more than enough connections and wealth of your own—and they also loved to pick at every supposed 'defect' of your appearance, telling you jaafar wasn't actually in love with you and was just stringing you along. but you knew what they said was bullshit, so why did you still find yourself affected?
you hadn't wanted to tell jaafar about the hate—you felt it was too embarrassing firstly, and secondly you didn't want to burden him with anything like that, conscious that it might make him feel bad. however, he eventually found out anyway, because he saw you scrolling through some comments one night in bed, and he gave you the space to vent to him about how you felt. then, once that emotional catharsis was over, he made the sweetest love to you, telling you how perfect you are, reminding you of all that you deserve. that night, you fell asleep crushed peacefully in his warm embrace, and he had dozed off into his slumber believing he had resolved all your anxieties.
except, that was two weeks ago, and still they nagged at you in the back of your mind. the evening before the premiere, while you were cuddled up on the couch watching tv, you told him again that you were nervous. and just as before, you felt stupid for having to admit it and for burdening him with a worry he clearly couldn't fix for you. but you had always felt so safe with jaafar—he never ever judged you, and that evening he made a promise to try to keep you as relaxed and supported as possible on the night that followed. throughout the event, he would have to answer questions from reporters, meet with his coworkers and his family, but he would do his utmost to keep you protected with his presence.
and now, while you sat with him in the limo, just a few minutes from hollywood boulevard, he made sure you understood that.
you were wearing a white dress adorned with intricate silver beadwork, and the gown hugged your figure perfectly, as it was a dior gown designed specifically for you. a sculpted sweetheart neckline framed your shoulders, and your sheer crystal-embellished sleeves made you feel like you were in an old hollywood movie. your hair and makeup looked perfect, topped with diamond earrings. everything was, at least outwardly, in alignment. beside you, jaafar wore saint laurent, a handsome black suit that you already couldn't wait to get him out of.
as you stared out of the dimmed window, deciding to people watch to distract yourself, you couldn't decide how you felt. after all, they always say that anxiety and excitement have the same effect on the nervous system, so it's not always easy to tell which is which.
of course, jaafar noticed your emotional disconnect. he'd had his hand on your inner thigh the whole journey, thumb consistently rubbing gentle circles—barely there, but so soothing. he mostly looked ahead, but you'd been quieter than usual—the two of you were normally always laughing and smiling—so he guessed easily that your worries were on your mind, and turned to look at you.
"hey," he whispered, squeezing your thigh softly. you felt the squeeze, but the whisper went unnoticed, and your system registered the touch itself as mere unconscious movement on jaafar's part, so you remained in your own world, still gazing out of the window.
"baby," he said a little louder.
you turned your head, raising your brows. "yeah, j?"
"how are you feeling?" jaafar asked sincerely, his soft eyes searching yours.
you took a deep breath, but the exhale came out strained. "i'm good. just, uh... thinking about all those people that are gonna be out there." you chuckled to yourself, looking down at your freshly manicured nails and the ring that adorned that particular finger on your left hand.
"that's never bothered you before," he smiled. "i've always been the shy one."
you looked at him again, wordlessly returning a small smile.
"it's still bothering you?" jaafar asked gently. "you're still worried what they might say?"
another difficult breath. how stupid for you to feel this way.
"well..." you started. "it's just... i think that from now on everything's just gonna be heightened, you know? every time a male celebrity blows up on the internet, the woman they're with gets slaughtered."
jaafar bit his lip, hating that you had to feel that way, but also hesitant to agree with your so certain prospect that he would become the next it boy on the internet. you always made him very aware of how attractive he was, but he was naturally shy, therefore admitting to it and believing that he could ever be the object of millions of women's desires didn't come as such an obvious possibility to him.
"okay, listen to me," he lowered his tone and took your hand, maintaining eye contact, "if that does happen, it has no impact on you unless you let it. you're the strongest woman i know, and i also know that you're worth way more than any of these trolls on the internet."
you opened your mouth to respond, although you weren't sure what exactly you meant to say.
"do you understand me?" he asked, running his thumb over your knuckles.
god, he looked so beautiful.
"yeah," you nodded. "i really don't know why i care. it's so not like me. and i also don't want it to seem like there's any part of me that doesn't want you to succeed—like as if i'm 'dreading' your fame because of what it might do to me."
"no, i know that's not what you're thinking," he assured, and at that you felt a little more relieved.
"i'll probably be fine after tonight," you sighed. "i guess i just struggle to enjoy myself when there's something on my mind, even if i try to push it away. and when we get home tonight, you need to lock away my phone and hold me hostage, seriously." you chuckled softly. "i cannot read anything about myself, at least not before tomorrow."
"alright, i'm on board with that plan," jaafar nodded, that beautiful smile lighting up his face once again. "and..." he leaned to whisper in your ear, "if you find yourself out there tonight thinking about what they might say, just remember who had my dick for three hours straight last night."
your mouth flew open in surprise, giggling at his words. "j..."
"and," he kissed your cheek, continuing to whisper, "remember who's gonna get it all night tonight..." a kiss to your jaw... "for however long she wants..." another cheek kiss, while you struggled to contain your bashful blush... "and in as many positions as she wants."
then he held your jaw and angled your face, kissing your lips softly. "yeah? you hear me?" he raised his brows, a light smirk playing on his pretty features.
your giddy expression satisfied him enough. you were his girl—always—and it didn't matter what anyone else said because you were always going to be the one getting that dick every night.
"i do hear you," you grinned, "loud and clear."
"good." he pecked your lips again, and wrapped an arm around your waist. "now, if you feel even the slightest bit anxious, hold my hand, alright baby?"
you nodded.
"in fact, no—forget that. as long as you're beside me, i'm gonna be holding you in one way or another." he squeezed your thigh again. "does that make you feel a little better?"
"yes," you smiled and kissed him, already feeling a lot better, actually.
you had now arrived at your destination, the vehicle coming to a halt. your chauffeur stepped out and walked around to open the door for the two of you. it was you who stepped out first, and jaafar followed, helping guide your gown as you stood up. it flowed into an ethereal train that swept across the carpet.
immediately, you were met with flashing lights, cameras everywhere from every angle, shouts of your name and of jaafar's from paparazzi and from fans. you were a star in front of the camera, and behind you your man couldn't hide the wide smile on his face because he knew it too.
while you'd been feeling so anxious beforehand, now that you were in the spotlight again—the object of each camera flash—you effortlessly brought your natural confidence to the forefront. hand in hand with jaafar, diamond ring displayed to the excitement of those with the cameras and microphones, you walked across the red carpet with pride. you posed for what felt like a million pictures, some with jaafar and some solo, relishing in the glam of it all.
and for the duration, jaafar would not leave you untouched. he held your waist for the photos, held your hand whenever you walked, and when you both stood aside after the initial photos, he treated you like a princess, forgetting about all the people around, and the people he needed to be talking to.
you were both standing out of the way of the paparazzi's cameras, though still very much in direct view of all the fans recording. you had the fans in mind as you stood there, and so did jaafar, but he was thinking about how their videos would be the perfect opportunity to display publicly how much he adored you, to say a big fuck you to anyone who actually believed you weren't the light of his life.
you both couldn't stop smiling and blushing as you looked at each other, as he wrapped an arm around your waist protectively and rubbed his thumb over your cheek. "my baby..."
"j, people are looking," you blushed, resting your wrists on his shoulders, but really you loved being treated like a princess in public by the man who was so reserved and shy with everyone else.
"yeah, they are," he repeated unfazed, pressing a kiss to your nose. "let them look, angel." then he started pressing quick, ticklish kisses from your forehead to your chin as you giggled in his arms.
you sighed happily, and he only smiled wider. "you're fucking beautiful, sweetheart... there's nobody like you."
the two of you were lost in your own world, fully aware of the extremely public space you were in but uncaring all the same.
you were disrupted eventually by a woman's voice, a reporter from variety who called you both over. you hadn't expected a dual interview tonight, being that the premiere was of jaafar's movie, which you had nothing to do with, but at the same time it was hardly surprising that some reporters would prioritise couple talk over anything of relevance to the film itself.
"hello, mr jackson and soon-to-be mrs jackson!" the reporter grinned, directing her gaze to your ring, as you expected.
jaafar had his arm tight around your waist, rubbing those soothing circles over your hip through your dress. he smiled brightly at the mention of the name mrs jackson, and so did you.
"you both look great tonight, and i must say [R/N] that dress looks incredible on you."
"oh, thank you so much!" you beamed. you truly did look insane.
"goes perfectly with that rock on your finger. the star of the show," the lady said, gesturing for you to show it to the camera, and you had no shame in doing so.
"yes, thank you, but the real star is this man right here," you smiled, leaning your head on jaafar's shoulder for a moment.
he laughed, pulling you in closer and fighting the urge to kiss you, because that wouldn't be appropriate for an interview. "my number one fan."
"you two are a truly beautiful couple. [R/N], i imagine you're very proud of jaafar tonight. how have you enjoyed watching the process of your fiancé honouring michael's legacy in this way?"
"oh, it's been a blessing to watch." you turned to him briefly with a proud smile. "i am incredibly proud, i can't even explain. we started dating around the time he first got the role, and i remember clearly how hesitant he was in the beginning to take on something with so much importance—"
"yeah, the pressure was an immensely difficult thing to deal with, especially in the beginning," jaafar added.
"so to see first-hand how much he's grown during the process of filming this movie, how he has succeeded in embodying michael better than anyone could... it's the most beautiful thing to witness."
"oh, that's very sweet of you," jaafar murmured playfully.
the reporter continued. "jaafar, we are all eagerly anticipating tonight's premiere, and i think we can all agree that it will most likely be the biggest movie of the year. i expect your whole family will be just as proud, and you already have your fiancé's seal of approval," she smiled.
"yeah," he chuckled. "i'm really looking forward to everybody seeing the movie. i put a crazy amount of effort into this role—it's probably the most important thing i'll ever do—so i really hope i represented my uncle in the way he deserves."
you held his hand that was still resting on your hip and squeezed it comfortingly.
"i can't imagine how difficult it must have been, but i bet it feels very satisfying now that all the hard work has paid off," the reporter replied.
"yeah, definitely. although, i do have part two to focus on now," he laughed, "so the hard work isn't over yet."
"oh yes—this film only covers the first half of his life, correct?"
"yes, there's way too much to fit into just one movie, so there will be a part two. that's in early development right now."
"well, you'll certainly be busy for a while longer then?"
"yeah, i will be. we don't know how long it's gonna take, but we're looking forward to getting started."
"alright, thank you for talking to us today—i wish you both a great night," she grinned. "you look like you can't keep your hands off of each other."
the two of you exchanged a glance and laughed, a little shyly, but still remained effectively cuddled up together.
"thank you," you both said in unison, before walking away to head in the direction of the rest of the cast. they all greeted you and jaafar, and then you both went over to say hello to all the members of his family that had attended. whenever jaafar was stood by you, he had his arm linked into yours, always checking in on you to make sure you were feeling okay, but he had already succeeded in relaxing you. now you could enjoy the night as you wished, feeling peaceful in the certain knowledge that you were going to be marrying the man who was about to deliver the most phenomenal talent to the world.
if you had to deal with more jealous fangirls, then so be it. you and jaafar would laugh at the nonsense they spouted, and you'd each pity them for leading such sad lives. because of course you wanted the whole world to talk about jaafar jeremiah jackson, your baby—your one true love. he deserved the adoration, even if it also came with a few negatives.
as you walked out of the theatre with him that night, you shed a tear reflective of your immense pride, and cuddled him so close during your ride home. then when you got back to your hotel, he gave it to you so good all night just like he promised, and set a camera up so that you could watch his display of affection back if ever you felt any doubt or worry again...
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ thanks for reading! stay tuned for more jaafar content... xx
the people (me) yearn for a one shot of jaafar being a girl dad
oh this is so needed… and i got another ask about jaafar with pregnant reader so!! i’ll work on it :’’) i do have to say though that after this weekend i’m gonna be v busy so i won’t be pumping out drabbles like i have been doing lol. it’s been so fun though so far 🤍
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