⟢ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬 ¹¹
pairing: jaafar jackson x reader (brother’s best friend) summary: in which a slow elevator ride, too many heated glances, and some innocent talk about ice cream end with jaafar and y/n finally snapping, clothes on the floor, and zero restraint left between them. warnings: +18 explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), riding (yee yee), missionary, doggy style, some hair pulling, light restraint/pinning, vocaljaafar (we love that), pussy drunk jaafar, consent check (we love that), heavy sexual tension, aftercare, post-sex fluff & domestic vibes, ice cream as a plot device lol chapters word count: 6,228 an: FINALLY!!
The elevator ride up to the third floor was a lesson in near-fatal restraint. The small and enclosed metal box felt entirely out of of oxygen, the air thick and humming with the scent of leather, warm amber, and the unmistakable and charged humidity of two bodies vibrating at the exact same high frequency.
Jaafar stood with his back leaned flat against the mirrored wall, his long legs slightly parted, hands shoved loosely into the pockets of his pants. On the surface, he looked like the picture of effortless, quiet cool. But underneath, his pulse was a runaway train, his jaw clamped so tight the muscle leaped under his sun-kissed skin. His eyes were heavy, dark, and utterly predatory as they tracked Y/N standing just a foot away from him.
She leaned her back against the handrail, looking up at him through her lashes. The dim, yellow light of the elevator glinted off the structured, deep maroon leather of her top, accentuating the heavy, uneven rise and fall of her chest.
'You know,' she started, her voice dropping into a soft, teasing murmur that vibrated pleasantly in the quiet space, 'I still have ice cream up there. From the other night.'
When she turned her head fully to look at him, she caught the sheer hunger burning in his gaze. He wasn't just looking at her, he was devouring her. His eyes swept down the column of her neck, lingering over the swell of her breasts tightly encased in the leather, down to the narrow indentation of her waist and the short black skirt.
'Mmh,' Jaafar let out a low, gravelly vibration from the back of his throat, the sound rich and rough. He didn't blink.
Y/N let out a soft, breathless laugh, her shoulder nudging his bicep playfully. 'Is that all I get? A 'mmh'?'
Jaafar didn't answer with words. Instead, his right hand shot out of his pocket, his long fingers wrapping possessively around her waist. The firm, warm leather yielded slightly under his palm as he yanked her sideways, pinning her body flush against his side. Before she could even gasp, he tilted his head down, his lips burying into the soft skin just beneath her jawline.
Y/N’s head fell back against his shoulder instinctively, a quiet sigh escaping her as Jaafar dragged his lips in a slow, wet, agonizingly deliberate path down the length of her neck. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot right above her collarbone, causing her entire body to arch into his.
'I have...I have cookies and cream,' she stammered, trying desperately to maintain the playful banter even as her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt for balance. 'And... oh, and vanilla bean. I think there's some mint chip left...'
'Mhm,' Jaafar murmured against her skin, his warm breath sending a violent shiver straight down her spine. His hand on her waist tightened, his thumb digging into her hip, anchoring her so close she could feel the rigid, heavy length of his arousal pressing firmly against her outer thigh. He was drowning in her scent, completely intoxicated by the taste of her skin, but he forced himself to pull back just an inch as the elevator chimed, the doors sliding open to her floor.
Y/N blinked, her eyes heavy lidded and dark with a sudden, building heat. She reached down, her small hand locking into his big, strong palm, and guided him down the carpeted hallway.
The moment the apartment door clicked shut behind them, locking them away from the rest of the universe, Y/N let out a long exhale. She reached down, taking off her heels with a groan of pure relief. 'Oh my god. Those were absolutely killing me.'
Jaafar stood by the door, his large frame towering in the shadows of her entryway. He watched her step out of the heels, his eyes tracking the flawless, bare curve of her calves and thighs.
You're the one killing me, he thought, the words a silent, agonizing roar in his mind.
The sheer, primal urge to twist her around, press her flat against the locked front door, and rip that maroon leather top off her body was almost entirely unmanageable. His hands twitched at his sides. But he didn't move. He forced his feet to stay glued to the floorboards.
Months of careful, precious friendship weighed heavily on his chest. Even though she had invited him in, even though they had practically set the Hollywood Hills on fire thirty minutes ago, a small, stubborn voice of respect kept his hands to himself. What if he was misreading the signs? What if she just wanted the comfort of his company after a long night? He cared about her too deeply to ever make her feel pressured or rushed, so he clenched his fists inside his pockets, his posture rigid with the immense effort of his own restraint.
Y/N noticed the sudden stillness in him. A private, knowing smirk played at the corner of her lips as she turned and walked into the dimly lit kitchen. She grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filling it with cold water from the fridge. Turning around, she leaned her hips against the counter, holding the glass out toward him.
'You look thirsty,' she said, her voice dropping into a breathless, suggestive register. She arched an eyebrow, her eyes dancing with a wicked, playful confidence. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. She could see the tension in his broad shoulders, the way his chest was heaving under his shirt.
Jaafar’s eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous, dark heat flaring in his pupils. He stepped into the kitchen, his long, slow strides cutting the distance between them until he was standing close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin.
'Mh. Very thirsty,' he whispered, his voice deep, gravelly, and stripped entirely of its usual gentleness.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers as he took the glass from her hand. He lifted it to his lips and drank, tilting his head back, his throat moving in strong, rhythmic swallows. All the while, his dark eyes never broke contact with hers.
Y/N’s breath hitched. Normally, she absolutely detested prolonged eye contact, it always felt entirely too invasive, too exposing even. But Jaafars eye contact? She was addicted to it. She loved the sheer and unfiltered intensity behind his gaze. When Jaafar looked at her like this, his eyes always spoke for him.
Jaafar set the glass down on the marble counter behind her with a soft, distinct clink. He didn't pull his arm back, effectively trapping her between his body and the cabinetry.
Y/N swallowed hard, her eyes drifting down to his mouth before lifting back to his gaze. 'So...you still didn't tell me what ice cream flavor you wanted.'
Jaafar let out a quiet, breathless scoff, a low rumble of humor melting through the thick tension. He shook his head, a helpless, beautifully undone expression crossing his face. 'Y/N...'
God, the way he said her name. It was a low, desperate plea, a verbal caress that made her entire lower abdomen tighten with a sudden, sharp ache. It sent her spiraling, stripping away the last remnants of her playful armor.
Jaafar broke.
His hand snatched the back of her neck, his fingers tangling fiercely into her hair as he pulled her face up and slammed his mouth down onto hers. The make out went from zero to a hundred in a fraction of a second. It was a heated, bruising collision of lips and teeth, a desperate release of waiting.
Y/N let out a sharp moan into his mouth, her arms flying around his neck as she pulled herself up, her bare feet lifting off the ground as she tried to get closer to his heat. Jaafar grunted, his other hand coming down to grip the fabric of her black skirt, lifting her effortlessly until she was sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter. He crowded into her space, his heavy thighs pressing between her open legs, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, claiming her with a dominant, breathless urgency.
Buttons began to disappear. Jaafar’s fingers flew down the front of his own shirt, ripping the fabric open and throwing it blindly onto the floor. Y/N’s hands immediately flooded over his bare chest, her palms tracing the hard, sculpted ridges of his pectorals, his ribs, her fingernails digging into his broad shoulders as he dragged his mouth away from her lips to open mouth kiss his way down her jaw, her throat, straight to the exposed skin above her leather top.
'J...the bedroom,' she gasped out, her hands tugging at his hair as his mouth sent dizzying waves of pleasure through her core.
He didn't answer, just scooped her off the counter in one powerful movement, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. He took wide, blind steps down the short hallway toward her bedroom, their mouths clashing together the entire way, a messy, breathless exchange of tasting and taking. They stumbled through her bedroom door, his hands working frantically at the fastening of her maroon leather top until the structured fabric loosened, falling away onto the carpet.
Jaafar laid her down on the mattress, the cool sheets a sharp contrast to the blistering heat of their skin. The moment her back hit the bed, Jaafar pulled back, hovering over her on his forearms. His chest was heaving, sweat glistening on his shoulders in the amber light filtering in from the streetlamps outside.
He stopped.
He looked down at her, his eyes wild, dark, but filled with a sudden, fierce gravity. He took a ragged breath, his long fingers coming up to gently tuck a stray wave of hair behind her ear. He wanted her more than he wanted air, but he needed to hear it. He needed to be absolutely certain.
'Wait,' he panted, his voice thick, rough, and trembling slightly with the weight of his own restraint. 'Look at me. You're sure? You want this...?'
Y/N looked up into the beautiful, intense gaze of the man she had loved in secret for months. She reached up, her hands cupping the sides of his face, her thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones. 'Jaafar, please,' she whispered, her voice completely steady, filled with a fierce, absolute confidence. 'I've wanted you for so long. Don't stop.'
A low, trembling sigh escaped Jaafar’s lips, his entire body relaxing as he leaned down and kissed her with a sudden, profound tenderness that quickly built back into a raging fire.
The rest of their clothes vanished in a frantic blur of tangled limbs and desperate tugs. When they were finally completely bare, the sheer beauty of her body under his gaze made Jaafar whimper, a low, helpless sound vibrating in his chest. He took his time, his big, warm hands mapping every inch of her skin, the curve of her waist, the fullness of her breasts, the soft yield of her hips.
Slowly, deliberately, Jaafar shifted his body down the bed. He parted her legs, draping her soft thighs over his broad shoulders as he settled between them. Y/N arched her back, her breath catching as she felt the warm rush of his breath against her core.
When his tongue made first contact, she let out a loud, uninhibited shriek, her fingers instantly locking into the mattress sheets.
Jaafar was ruthless. He used his large hands to grip her thighs, holding her open as his tongue swirled and stroked against her sensitive skin in long, heavy, agonizingly perfect strokes. He was completely pussy drunk, intoxicated by the taste of her, the slick, dripping wetness of her arousal coating his lips. He drank her in like a dying man in a desert, his head moving in a desperate, rhythmic pattern.
He paused for a microsecond, lifting his head just enough to look up at her, his lips glistening in the dim light. 'This is so much better than ice cream, baby,' he growled out, his voice a deep, filthy purr that made Y/N’s head toss wildly against the pillows. 'You taste so fucking good.'
'Jaafar, please...oh my god,' she cried out, her back arching completely off the bed as he dived back in, his fingers sliding inside her, matching the wicked, heavy rhythm of his tongue until she completely shattered, her body trembling with a violent, screaming climax that left her sobbing his name into the quiet room.
Jaafar worked her through every wave, gentling his movements but not stopping until she was panting and oversensitive. He kissed his way back up her body, letting her taste herself on his tongue in a deep, filthy kiss. Y/N pushed at his shoulders, flipping them so she was on top. She kissed down his chest, licking the lines of his abs, but the moment her warmth hovered near his lap, Jaafar’s hands shot forward. His fingers wrapped firmly around her wrists, his grip big, strong and trembling with a deep restraint.
'No, baby... no,' he choked out, his voice thick, gravelly, and entirely stripped of its usual quiet composure. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his chest heaving violently against hers as he panted for air. 'Tonight is about you. Just you. I’ve waited too fucking long to watch you, to feel you...please.'
The raw, desperate vulnerability in his plea sent a violent spike of heat straight to Y/N’s core. She didn't argue. Shifting her hips, she straddled his thighs, her bare knees gripping his outer hips. She lifted her body, positioning herself directly over his thick, throbbing length, her slick, dripping wetness coating the blunt head of his arousal.
Jaafar let out a sharp, ragged whimper at the contact, his hips bucking upward instinctively. His large hands flew straight to her waist, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh above her hips as he guided her down.
Slowly, deliberately, Y/N sank onto him.
The sensation of his thick, unyielding length stretching her open, filling her completely to the absolute brim, made her head toss back, a breathy gasp escaping her lips. Jaafar’s eyes snapped open, dark, hooded and completely black with pure lust. A deep, vocal groan rumbled from his chest, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle leaped under his skin as he took the full tight depth of her.
'F-fuck... Y/N,' he stammered, his head slamming back against the pillows.
Y/N didn't give him a chance to recover. Intoxicated by the sheer size of him filling her, she began to move, lifting her hips and sliding down his length in a slow, rolling, torturous rhythm.
The moment she started riding him, Jaafar completely lost his mind. The cool, quiet gentleman from the backyard, the museum, the record store, the beach day, the pool day was entirely gone, replaced by a man who was completely and utterly at her mercy. He became a vocal, so vocal, whiny mess beneath her, completely undone by the agonizing perfection of her friction.
'Ah...baby, yeah...right there,' he whimpered, his voice cracking, dropping into a high, needy register that Y/N had never heard from him before. His hips bucked upward, trying to meet her pace, but he was entirely disorganized, his hands gripping her thighs possessively just to keep himself anchored. 'God, you're so good...you're so fucking amazing, baby...'
Hearing Jaafar, usually so collected and soft-spoken, whining and whimpering underneath her sent an overwhelming rush of arousal through Y/N’s veins. His helpless, high pitched moans were the most intoxicating sound she had ever heard. It turned her on so fiercely that her inner walls flooded with heat, clenching and pulsing around his thick shaft like a tight, desperate vice.
The sudden, crushing contraction of her walls made Jaafar let out a sharp, breathless cry, his eyes rolling back for a split second. 'mhm, baby, squeezing me so good...'
Y/N leaned forward, pressing her bare breasts against his chest, her hands coming up to frame his face, her thumbs tracing his high cheekbones. She looked down into his blown-out, helpless eyes, a wicked, confident smile touching her lips as she kept up the brutal, rolling rhythm of her hips.
'You feel amazing,' she whispered against his lips, her voice a breathless, seductive purr. She deliberately squeezed her inner muscles around him again, watching the way his features immediately contorted in pure, beautiful agony. 'Tell me how good it feels. You sound so beautiful, Jaafar. I love the way you sound for me.'
'I love it...baby, I'm completely fucking gone,' he wailed softly, a desperate, whiny groan breaking from his throat as he turned his face into her palm, kissing her skin frantically. He was panting, his chest slick with a light sheen of sweat, his broad shoulders twitching with the effort not to instantly release inside her. 'It’s the best thing... best thing I've ever felt in my life...'
The praise loop was lethal. The more he whimpered and told her how perfect she felt, the wetter and tighter she became, her body clenching around him like crazy. And the tighter she got, the more it drove Jaafar into a state of absolute, primal insanity.
'Fuck it,' Jaafar growled, his restraint completely snapping.
His hands shot up from her thighs, wrapping securely around her ribs and waist. With a sudden, powerful surge of his upper body, he reversed their positions, rolling her onto her back without losing the deep, burying connection between their hips.
He pinned her arms above her head, his long fingers locking tightly with hers, and began to pound into her from missionary with a heavy, relentless pace. The slow burn was officially dead, buried beneath the messy, wet sounds of their bodies clashing together and the uninhibited, vocal cries echoing into the quiet summer night.
Jaafar had completely lost his mind. The final shred of his carefully cultivated, months of restraint had collapsed into ash, leaving nothing but a raw, frantic hunger that demanded every single part of her.
He didn't lift his weight off her. He crowded her down into the mattress, his broad, sweaty chest slamming against hers with every heavy, unyielding thrust. His hands remained locked with hers, pinning her wrists to the sheets above her head with a grip so big, warm, and possessively strong that she couldn't move an inch, not that she wanted to. She was completely trapped beneath his frame, entirely consumed by his heat, his scent, and the bruising depth of his body ruthlessly claiming hers.
'Jaaf...Jaafar,' she sobbed out, her head tossing wildly against the pillows as he drove into her, his thick, rigid length bottoming out against her cervix with a force that made her entire body vibrate.
'I know, baby... I know, yeah, fuck,' he wailed, his voice cracking completely. He sounded so pathetic, so utterly ruined by the feel of her that it was almost indecent. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hot, frantic breaths scalding her skin as he kept up a brutal, relentless pace. Every single slam of his hips was accompanied by a wet, heavy friction that echoed loudly in the quiet room. 'You're ruining me... I can't think, Y/N, I can't breathe...'
The sheer velocity of his movements was dizzying. He was driving into her with everything he had. Y/N arched her back, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, her ankles locking at the small of his back to pull him even deeper, if it was even physically possible.
The movement caused her inner walls to experience a massive, rolling contraction, her slick, dripping wetness clenching around his thick shaft like a vice.
Jaafar let out a sharp, high pitched whine, a literal cry of beautiful agony, and his entire body shuddered violently. He stopped moving for a split second, his hips pinned hard against hers, burying his length into her to the absolute maximum as his muscles seized.
'Oh, god...wait, wait, baby,' he gasped, his voice a whiny, breathless mess. He lifted his head, his dark eyes completely blown out, the pupils so wide they looked almost entirely black. Sweat dripped from his jawline, landing on her collarbone. He looked down at her with a desperate, wild intensity. 'Don't squeeze me like that... I want to last for you, I want to give you everything, but you're too fucking perfect...'
Y/N looked up into those intense, devotional eyes, her own breathing shallow and ragged. His vulnerability, the whiny, vocal mess she had turned him into, was the most addictive thing she had ever experienced. It sent a fresh wave of liquid heat straight down her thighs.
'Don't hold back, J,' she whispered, her voice trembling but filled with an absolute, possessive certainty. She unlocked her legs just enough to slide her hands down to his damp hips, her fingernails digging deep into his skin, urging him back into motion. 'Give it to me. Give me all of it. I want to feel how much you want me.'
A low, guttural growl ripped from the very back of Jaafar's throat. The request was his absolute undoing.
Before she could even process the shift, Jaafar moved with a frantic, desperate energy. He hooked his hands under her waist, pulling her up and flipping her effortlessly onto her hands and knees. The sudden change in orientation left her breathless, her palms digging into the mattress as she arched her back, her posture completely open, exposed, and vulnerable to him.
Jaafar didn't wait a single second. He knelt right behind her, his large hands gripping her hips with a bruising force that anchored her in place. He lined himself up against her dripping core and drove himself straight back inside from behind in one deep, unyielding plunge.
'Oh, god!' Y/N shrieked, her fingers clutching the bedsheets into tight knots as he buried his full length inside her. The angle was entirely different, so much deeper, hitting her sweetest spot with an immediate, breathtaking intensity that made her vision blur.
'Yeah, baby...fuck, you taking it so good,' Jaafar whimpered, his voice a broken mess against the small of her back. He began to pound into her from behind with a fast, heavy, relentless rhythm. Every thrust slammed his pelvis flush against her bare backside, creating a loud, wet rhythm that filled the entire bedroom.
He was completely feral now. Shifting his weight forward, his large warm hand traveled up her spine, his fingers tangling firmly into the hair at the back of her head. With a low growl, he gathered the strands in his fist, pulling back just enough to tilt her chin up, forcing her back to arch even deeper into his space. The steady, possessive tug on her hair grounded her completely, sending a hot wave of submission straight down her spine as he used the leverage to drive even deeper into her.
'Mhm, so good baby, better than... i've imagined' he wailed, his composure entirely shattered as he accelerated the pace. He was hitting her so fast, so deeply, that she could only sob out his name, her head burying into the pillows as the friction pushed her straight toward another cliff.
The mental image of him completely lost beneath her, combined with the brutal, blinding pleasure of his thick shaft tearing into her from behind, made her inner walls flood with a fresh wave of heat. She clenched around him like an absolute vice, her body squeezing him tighter and tighter with every frantic stroke.
The crushing force of her clenching pushed Jaafar straight over the edge. He let out a loud, guttural shout, his pace turning into a rapid, desperate vibration. 'Come for me, baby...let me feel it... let me feel how good you take me...'
The internal walls of her body snapped, a massive, screaming orgasm ripping through her core. She clenched around him like crazy, her muscles pulsing in a violent, rhythmic sequence that completely broke him.
Jaafar drove into her one last, deepest time, his back arching as his hands dug possessively into her hips, pinning her flat against the mattress. His body went entirely rigid, a loud, guttural shout tearing from his throat as his release pumped hot and heavy deep inside her. He whined against her neck, a long helpless sound of pure completion, his chest heaving as he collapsed into her warmth, completely spent, completely conquered, and utterly hers.
When he finally pulled back, shifting his weight onto his elbows, he looked like a completely different person. His curls were a wild, damp mess, his eyes were still slightly unfocused, and a soft, vulnerable smile was slowly replacing the intense gravity that had been there just moments before.
The room was totally quiet except for the sound of their chests heaving in unison, the absolute chaos of the last twenty minutes finally settling into the mattress.
He took a long, trembling breath and lifted his hands off the sheets. His fingers were visibly, undeniably trembling.
'Look at this,' Jaafar whispered, a breathless, genuinely stunned laugh breaking through his chest. 'I’m literally shaking. Y/N, I am actually vibrating right now.'
Y/N let out a soft, exhausted chuckle, reaching up to wrap her fingers around his. His skin was blazing hot. 'Are you okay?'
'I don't know,' he admitted, shaking his head with a wide, lazy grin as he rolled off her, lying flat on his back and staring at the ceiling. 'I think my soul left my body somewhere around the time you were riding me. Give me two minutes.'
He didn't take two minutes. After just a moment of catching his breath, the easy, attentive warmth that defined their regular friendship rushed right back in. He padded off to the bathroom, the soft glow of the light turning on, followed by the sound of running warm water. When he came back, he was carrying a warm, damp washcloth.
The shift into aftercare was seamless, stripped of any awkwardness. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently, meticulously cleaned her up, his touch incredibly light and reverent. Y/N just watched him, her heart swelling at how natural it felt to have him taking care of her like this. When he finished, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss right to her inner thigh, making her shiver slightly from the lingering sensitivity.
'There,' he murmured, crawling back up the bed and sliding under the cool sheets next to her. He pulled her flush against his side, his long arm wrapping securely around her waist so her head rested perfectly on his bare chest.
They lay there in a comfortable, heavy silence for a while, just listening to the distant hum of the traffic outside. The thick, agonizing tension that had been stretching between them for months was completely gone, replaced by a deep, grounded sense of relief. They had finally crossed the line, and the ground beneath them hadn't swallowed them whole, it felt better.
Jaafar’s eyes drifted lazily around the dark bedroom, taking in the familiar space he’d visited a dozens times before as just a friend. Eventually, his gaze landed on her desk across the room. Sitting right next to her laptop was a familiar, bright green shape.
A broad, genuine smile broke across his face. He leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to the top of her head.
'Hey,' he murmured, his chest rumbling beneath her cheek. 'You think Stanley is traumatized?'
Y/N blinked, her mind foggy with sleep and satisfaction. She thought about it for a second, her brain stalling as she realized what he’d just said. Stanley. It was a little green brontosaurus plush he had bought her at the Natural History Museum a few months ago. She had introduced them while on their way home, saying, 'Jaafar, this is Stanley, Stanley says thank you.'
She hadn't mentioned the name since.
A sudden, warm burst of laughter bubbled up from her chest, her shoulders shaking against him. 'Oh my god. You remembered his name?'
'Of course I remembered his name,' Jaafar defended playfully, his arm tightening around her waist as he chuckled. 'He’s family. But seriously... he had a front row seat. I feel like we owe him an apology.'
Y/N looked over at the little green plush sitting innocently in the shadows, then looked back up at Jaafar’s ridiculously handsome, smiling face. 'Well...honestly, looking at his expression from here? I think he's definitely going to need therapy.'
Jaafar let out a loud, joyous laugh that echoed in the quiet room, the sound so full and unburdened it made Y/N smile until her cheeks ached. He rolled slightly, burying his face in her hair as their laughter slowly tapered off into a warm, lingering hum of contentment. He held her close, his thumb tracing lazy circles against her hip.
Y/N shifted, propping her chin on his chest so she could look down at him. Her eyes danced with that same playful spark from the kitchen.
'So...' she started, trailing a finger down the center of his bare torso. 'About that ice cream?'
Jaafar’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh beneath her chin, his large hand coming up to gently cup the back of her head, his fingers loose in her hair. He looked up at her, his eyes warm, relaxed, and entirely stripped of the heavy intensity from earlier.
'What were the options again?' he asked, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 'To be completely honest with you, baby, I wasn’t paying much attention to the menu before.'
Y/N let out a soft snort, nudging his ribs with her elbow. 'Clearly. I said I have cookies and cream, vanilla bean, and a little bit of mint chip left.'
Jaafar thought about it for a fraction of a second before a soft, boyish laugh broke through his lips. 'How about we just take a bit of everything? Make a giant mess of it.'
'Spoken like a true child,' she teased, rolling off his chest and swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress. The cool air of the bedroom hit her bare skin, making her shiver slightly. She walked over to her dresser, pulling out a massive, faded oversized t-shirt, sliding it over her head until it swallowed her down to her mid-thighs. She rummaged through the bottom drawer for a second before pulling out a thick, grey pair of men’s fleece sweatpants and tossing them onto the bed right next to his hip. 'Here. You can wear these.'
Jaafar propped himself up on his elbows, staring at the sweatpants, then looked up at her, his eyebrows knitted together in a look of pure, comedic confusion. He looked back at the pants, then back to her.
She caught the look on his face and immediately rolled her eyes, a defensive laugh slipping out. 'Oh, stop. Men's sweatpants are infinitely comfier, thicker, and they actually have pockets that fit a whole phone. Sue me.'
Jaafar just shook his head, a knowing, amused smile spreading across his face as he swung his long legs out of bed. He slid into the fleece pants, and Y/N had to internally admit, even if it was a total cliché, that they looked entirely different on him than they did on her. The waist clung perfectly to his hips, and the fabric stretched over his muscular thighs in a way that made her look away for a second just to keep her train of thought.
'Alright, let's go,' she said, turning toward the bedroom door.
But the moment her foot hit the top step of the stairs leading down to the living area, her knees gave a tiny, traitorous wobble. She froze, gripping the wooden handrail tightly. 'Okay...my legs are lowkey jelly right now.'
From right behind her, Jaafar let out a rich, triumphant laugh. 'See? Look who's vibrating now. I wasn’t the one exaggerating in bed, then.'
'oh shut up,' she complained, but before she could even take the next step, Jaafar’s large arms slid effortlessly under her knees and behind her back, scooping her up against his chest in one fluid motion.
'Jaafar!' she gasped, her hands flying to his broad shoulders for balance as he began walking down the stairs.
He didn't say anything, just laughed, the vibrations of it buzzing against her side as he carried her down. He didn't even drop her when they reached the bottom, instead walking her all the way into the dimly lit kitchen and carefully setting her feet down right in front of the refrigerator.
Y/N huffed, though she couldn't hide her smile as she pulled open the freezer door and began tugging the three pint containers out onto the marble counter. She grabbed two bowls and spoons from the drawer, immediately launching into a passionate monologue.
'I'm still so mad, Jaafar, you don't even understand,' she ranted, dug-in deep into the vanilla bean pint. 'The brand that made my absolute favorite flavor, it was this dark chocolate salted pretzel, ugh so good, well, they completely discontinued it last month. No warning. No nothing. Just wiped from the shelves. Like, who authorized that? Who sits in a corporate boardroom and decides to ruin my life on a Tuesday?'
Jaafar didn't answer. He simply leaned his hips back against the island opposite her, his long legs crossed at the ankles, his arms folded loosely over his bare chest. The soft light from the open freezer bathed the kitchen in a quiet, domestic glow.
He was just watching her.
He watched the way her mouth moved rapidly as she complained, the way her oversized shirt hung off one of her shoulders, and the soft, completely relaxed expression on her face. A profound, overwhelming wave of clarity hit him right in the center of his chest. He felt so intensely happy in this exact, quiet slice of time that it almost made his chest ache.
For months, he had kept his feelings tucked away in the quietest corners of his heart, always terrified that letting them out would break the beautiful friendship they had built. But seeing her here, completely comfortable after having sex with him for the first time, making a messy bowl of mixed ice cream at midnight, made something inside him settle permanently. She made him feel a kind of peace he hadn't found anywhere else in his life. Seeing her smile, hearing the unbothered, easy frequency of her laugh, it didn't just warm his heart: it grounded him.
I want this, he thought, his dark eyes softening as he tracked the movement of her hands. I want to make this work. Completely.
He didn't want this to be a one night release of tension. He wanted to cherish her. He wanted to learn every single ridiculous preference she had, to spoil her until she forgot she ever liked a discontinued flavor, and to love her endlessly, quietly, and thoroughly, every single day from here on out.
Y/N finally stopped scooping, holding up a bowl that looked like a chaotic mosaic of green, white, and brown. She looked up at him, ready to ask if it was enough but paused when she caught the look in his eyes. It was that same deep, steady devotion from earlier, but softer now. Entirely gentle.
'What?' she asked softly, holding the spoon mid-air. 'Why are you looking at me like that?'
Jaafar didn’t move from where he was leaning against the island. He just kept his arms crossed over his bare chest, a slow, incredibly soft smile spreading across his face as he looked at her.
'Nothing, nothing,' he murmured, his voice dropping into that quiet, deep register that always made her stomach do a little flip. 'Just thinking about how you managed to make it sound like a personal declaration of war.'
Y/N let out a soft laugh, setting the spoon down in the bowl. ’Because it is a personal war. They took my pretzels, J. That's a hostile action.'
'Mmh. Highly illegal,' he agreed, finally straightening up and taking the two slow steps across the kitchen floor to close the distance between them. He didn't grab the bowl. Instead, his hands reached out and gently slid under the hem of her oversized t-shirt, his warm palms settling firmly against the bare skin of her waist. He pulled her flush against his chest, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss right to the center of her forehead.
'Um, when are you free?' he murmured against her skin, the low rumble of his voice vibrating straight through her.
Y/N let out a soft, breathy laugh, her hands sliding up his bare chest to rest over the steady, heavy thud of his heart. 'This week? All of it, honestly. I’m working from home.'
Jaafar pulled back just enough to look down into her eyes, a tender, incredibly hopeful smile softening his handsome features. 'Well...could you save one of those days for me?'
She laughed softly, her fingers curling into his shoulders. 'Always.'
'I want to take you on a date,' he said, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles against her hips, his gaze holding hers with total, unhurried honesty. 'A proper one, y/n. One that we actually plan. Not Jermajesty.'
A sudden, shared burst of amusement broke between them, both of them laughing as the memory hit. It was impossible not to think about Jermajesty’s completely chaotic, high-effort attempt to fake a group hangout a few weeks back, only to 'accidentally' cancel at the absolute last minute so the two of them would be forced to eat dinner alone together.
'Hey, technically it worked,' Y/N teased, nudging his ribs with her elbow.
'Please, don’t give him the satisfaction,' Jaafar chuckled, his head shaking as his smile widened, bright and completely unburdened. He leaned down, his forehead resting gently against hers. 'So...a real date? Just us?'
Y/N looked up into the eyes of the man she had loved in secret for months, feeling the absolute relief of finally being right here in his arms.
'I would love that, Jaafar,' she said softly, leaning up to press a sweet, unhurried kiss to his lips.
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