pairings: Jaafar Jackson x gf!reader ——♡—— w/c: 3k+
summary: Jaafar can spot every TikTok trend from a mile away, even without social media. So when you stumble across the latest pheromone perfume craze, there’s only one thing to do: test it on your infuriatingly observant boyfriend.
warnings: MDNI!, fluff, established relationship, reader is chronically online, jaafar wants that cookie reaaaaalllll bad, smut, p in v, choking, unprotected sex, creampie what the hell who said that, Jaafar is lowkey rough with you in bed, but the complete opposite in general idk idk.
Five years was a long time to know someone, enough to know how they took their coffee, which side of the bed they slept on. Definitely long enough to know exactly what expression they made when they were about to do something incredibly stupid.
Which was unfortunate for you, because Jaafar had become exceptionally good at spotting that expression.
When your boyfriend accidentally became the internet's latest obsession after starring in a Michael Jackson biopic, entertainment had to come from somewhere.
"Why are you smiling?" You looked up from your phone. Jaafar stood in the kitchen doorway holding a bottle of water in his hands. His eyes narrowed on cue.
“Oh, come on.” He groaned.
"I haven't done anything!"
“Wow.” You pressed a hand dramatically to your chest.
You groaned. "There is no face."
Five years together and somehow, he'd developed a sixth sense for your nonsense. You only blamed yourself. Mostly because you’d spent the better half of a year trying every single TikTok trend on him. The success rate sat comfortably at around zero percent.
The first disaster had been the pretending-not-to-know-your-boyfriend trend. Which had, admittedly, been hilarious for you. Not Jaafar, definitely not Jaafar.
Three months earlier, you had set your phone against a fruit bowl, the camera angle perfect. Everything was ready; all you needed was your unsuspecting victim.
The nickname making you internally groan. Jaafar had called you it on your fourth date when you insisted your pasta didn’t have enough Parmesan. Despite your insistent hatred for the name, it stuck.
You looked up from the sofa with a blank expression, no smile or greeting. Absolutely nothing. Jaafar stopped, immediately suspicious.
Silence. Jaafar blinked. You held your breath. His eyebrows slowly rose.
You stared at him. "Do I know you?"
A pause, then another. Then Jaafar looked directly at the camera, and you nearly lost it there and then.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Jaafar dropped the grocery bags onto the counter.
He looked around your home, then back to you. Repeating the action at least three times, you could practically see the cogs turning.
"You're literally terrible at lying."
You bit the inside of her cheek as he sighed. Then, deciding to commit to the bit, he walked over and offered his hand.
"I'm Jaafar." You shook his hand cautiously.
His eyes sparkled, something that was always dangerous. Because if Jaafar committed to a joke, you lost every time.
"Nice place you've got here."
"I'm sorry, have we met?" You doubled down.
Jaafar nodded thoughtfully.
He disappeared down the hallway. A moment later, he returned carrying a framed photo from your bedroom. One from your second anniversary. You immediately started laughing.
He placed it directly in front of your face.
"What does this look like?"
The trend lasted all of four minutes before you completely lost composure. Jaafar considered it one of his easiest victories; you considered it unfinished business.
Then came the worm incident, arguably worse. You had waited until you were lying in bed, everything was peaceful, perfect conditions.
"Would you still love me if I were a worm?"
You smiled. This one was foolproof; everyone answered it. Everyone. Jaafar rolled over to face you, then immediately looked at the phone you were trying and failing to hide.
You gasped. “What do you mean no?!”
You sat upright. "That's so mean!"
Jaafar burst out laughing.
"Okay, if you were a worm, I’d spend every day terrified someone was going to step on you.”
Your anger evaporated. "Oh."
"I'd probably buy one of those fancy tanks." He paused. "And I'd become emotionally attached."
"I'd also tell everyone my girlfriend is a worm."
You threw a pillow at him. Jaafar laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed.
“How are you more online than I am?” You huffed in defeat.
Another failed attempt and another victory for him.
The trends continued, a fake breakup trend lasting all of seven seconds. The second Jaafar walked into the room and saw you looked all too serious, he sighed.
You hadn't even started yet; the pathetic attempt at a prank was dead on arrival.
At this point, Jaafar had become impossible, not because he knew every trend. Even though that used to be the case. Since Michael wrapped filming and clips from the movie started spreading online, he'd practically abandoned social media altogether.
The internet was obsessed with him, which was exactly why he wanted nothing to do with it.
"Especially no thirst traps."
You had laughed for five straight minutes.
So, he wasn't recognising trends because he'd seen them; he was recognising them because after five years together, he knew you too well.
Which was incredibly annoying, and exactly why the package currently sitting in the bathroom felt so promising. You stared at it, pheromone perfume, the latest trend. Thousands of videos
And for once? It didn't require acting. You simply had to spray it and wait. Easy. Foolproof even. You picked up the bottle, smiling. For the first time in months, you might actually have him.
And you swore Jaafar wouldn't even know what hit him.
Currently, the two of you were sitting in a parked car outside a coffee shop. Jaafar in the driver's seat, phone mounted neatly on the dashboard.
Jaafar immediately looked at the camera and smiled. You hated how naturally charming he was.
"So, because somebody became famous overnight—"
"I did not become famous overnight."
"People sent in questions."
The lie slipped out effortlessly, because technically, people had sent questions. The first few went perfectly.
That one earned you a dirty look.
"Who said I love you first?"
You grinned. Jaafar pointed immediately.
Damn it, you truly thought you had him this time. Five years together, and he still caught on to everything.
"The face you make before you're annoying."
"That's incredibly rude."
"You are literally filming me."
"Because we're doing a Q&A."
The suspicion faded, and you relaxed. Good, the absurdly expensive perfume hadn’t been applied for nothing. You had practically drowned yourself in the stuff before leaving the house. Enough that you could still smell it every time you moved.
The next few questions continued smoothly until Jaafar suddenly stopped talking mid-answer.
"...And then we got back from London and—"
Silence, he frowned, you looked over.
Jaafar rubbed the back of his neck.
He looked out of the windshield; you bit the inside of your cheek trying to conceal your smile threatening to escape.
You asked another question, Jaafar answered, sort of. Halfway through, he lost his train of thought again.
"What is wrong with you today?"
"You just forgot what you were saying."
You turned to face him, your body growing hot at the expression on his face, forgetting about the video for a moment.
“It’s nice.” He hummed, shifting in his seat. His grip on the steering wheel tightened just slightly.
You looked away first, the enclosed space wasn't helping, car suddenly feeling very small. Very, very small.
You attempted to ask another question, and Jaafar answered approximately half of it. His eyes drifted toward you again, lingering there for a moment, causing you to raise an eyebrow.
“Fuck, you smell so good.” He mumbled, quickly bringing a hand down to rest on your thigh. You nearly lost composure, mouth parting slightly from the tone of his voice.
His eyes narrowed, and for a second, you thought you'd been caught. Then he looked away again, hand squeezing your thigh.
A few more minutes passed, and you started to run out of questions. That didn’t ruin your mood though; you were witnessing history. The longest trend you’d managed to pull off in the entirety of your relationship.
You got cocky, too cocky. Because while Jaafar was answering a question about filming Michael, you glanced at the camera. And wiggled your eyebrows, Jaafar immediately stopped speaking, and your stomach dropped.
"...Why did you do that?"
His eyes narrowed, then moved to the camera. You watched the exact moment his detective instincts returned, the exact moment he started putting pieces together.
The camera, the weird behaviour, the smell of your perfume that made his head spin.
You exploded into laughter, Jaafar dropped his head against the headrest, the hand on your thigh now dragging along his face.
"The pheromone perfume trend."
"The TikTok perfume trend."
Jaafar stared, his eyes meeting yours through the gaps in his fingers.
“That’s what smelled so good?” You nodded, the air in the car shifting as you chewed at your bottom lip.
“We’re going home.” Jaafar stated, more of an order than anything else.
Before you could reply, his hand had already reached to turn the keys in the ignition.
When the car door shut behind you, only then did you let out a long exhale. One you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.
The car ride had been silent, excluding the radio cracking static now and then, the songs distant in the back of your mind. Jaafar had been touchy, more so than usual. His hand resting on your lap as he drove, trailing higher and higher as he looked straight ahead at the round. Mumbling under his breath every time he took an absurdly deep inhale through his nose.
Making your way to the front door, feet dragging against the pavement, your mind spun with possibilities. Still not sure if Jaafar had been annoyed with you, patience finally snapping from all of your insistent teasing. Or if the perfume had truly got to him like the videos said it would.
All questions were answered when you took a step into the home, the door slipping shut behind you. Without giving you a second to adjust, your back was pressed firmly against the frame, Jaafar’s mouth on yours with zero hesitation.
A gasp tried to leave your body, the sound silenced against his lips as he moved impossibly closer to you, crowding you against his body. Your hands trailed along his spine, hips grinding up into his body instinctively. Eventually, he pulled away, just far enough for you to catch your breath.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
You panted slightly, eyes going wide. It was rare Jaafar behaved in such a way, so rare you could count the occasions on one hand. He usually treated you so softly, like you were a fragile little thing he had been scared to break. His mouth moved from where it hovered over your lips, now kissing along your neck, biting gently over the sensitive skin.
“Mmm…” You let your head fall back slightly, allowing him more access. “Show me then.”
The noise that left him truly needed to be studied, pulling away from you to meet your eyes. The way his gaze felt on you should’ve been considered a crime. His eyes dark, darker than the usual chocolate brown you had become so fond of, curls unruly on top of his head.
“I want you to go to the bedroom,” you nodded so quickly you thought your neck might give out, “n’ get all pretty on the bed for me, okay?”
You didn’t have to think twice, practically scrambling to the bedroom. It wasn’t even a conscious decision, pure instinct carrying your legs forward for you. Adrenaline surged through your body, the bedroom door clicking shut as you climbed onto the bed. Shuffling out of your clothes, the items strung across the floor without a care. You settled your bare skin against the mattress, adjusting your hair so it fell perfectly against your body.
The door opened not even a minute later, and he was there, shirt already discarded. His collarbone sat sharply at the top of his chest, leading down into a natural line of muscle throughout his torso. There was a strange softness in the way Jaafar held himself, despite his firm words.
Jaafar took one look at you, completely bare, perfectly still and so-
“So obedient aren’t you mouse?” You nodded again, less frantically this time. He shuffled onto the bed, body settling between your legs as he stared down at you once more. His gaze lingered on every curve, every inch of exposed skin.
A whimper left you at how intense his stare felt, body growing hot. Jaafar leant forward, his head burying against your neck as he placed a wet kiss against the hollow of your throat. “Smell so perfect, baby.” A smile formed on your face as you remembered what had gotten you into this situation in the first place.
You swallowed hard, using all of your self-restraint to remain perfectly still against the pillow, even as your heart hammered against your ribs. Jaafar’s lips trailed lower, grazing over the swell of your breasts. “You still here baby?” he muttered.
“Mhm, m’ listening.” You lied, eyes slipping shut as his body moved lower. His tongue found your clit instantly, causing you to gasp, fingers twitching against the sheets. Jaafar knew exactly how to make you feel good, his tongue lapping away at your entrance.
The feeling was all too much, your tension building until you were practically vibrating. He could tell you were already close, pulling his mouth away, moaning under his breath at the thin string of saliva stretching between his mouth and your body.
“Not yet,” he hummed, “you’ve been teasin’ me all day baby, gotta be good n’ wait.”
You bit your lip again, eyes lidded as you stared down at the top of his head, your hand threading through his hair as his tongue worked over you with ruthless precision.
Jaafar was relentless, circling, flicking, sucking just enough to make you tremble, but not enough to let you break. Finally, when you were already soaked and squirming, he pulled back, breathing heavy.
“So good f’me.” He mumbled as he removed his jeans, gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks, spreading your legs wider as he lined himself up with your entrance.
Jaafar hummed, eyes never leaving yours as he thrust into you with one swift motion. You cried out, the sound loud enough that the neighbours might’ve definitely heard. His pace only sped up, watching your tits bounce with the impact.
He covered your mouth with his palm as he snapped his hips forward, hitting deep spots inside of you that made your eyes roll back. His other hand remained possessively on your stomach, keeping your body pinned against the bed. “Shh baby.”
The pace only quickened, thrusts becoming rougher as he used your body for his own selfish pleasure. The hand over your mouth moved to curl around your throat, applying the tiniest amount of pressure, your head spinning.
“That’s it, taking it so well.” You choked out a broken moan, fingers digging into his shoulders as your legs trembled. Jaafar squeezed your throat, tighter this time, just enough to restrict your airflow slightly.
Jaafar continued to pound into you with brutal precision, the headboard thudding against the wall, your vision blurry as you clenched around him.
That did it for him, cumming inside of you with a low, guttural groan, his hand tightening around your throat as he buried himself deep. His cock pulsed violently, filling you up completely, the sensation sending you over the edge as you came, the grip on your throat disappearing as he watched.
“Fuck baby, y’look so pretty like this.” He mumbled as he pulled out slowly, watching your entrance clench and flutter around nothing, the sudden emptiness making you whine.
“I know, my love,” he cooed, his hand rubbing circles around your stomach, “gotta get y’cleaned up though.”
You melted instantly at the affection, nodding as he slid off of your body, grabbing a towel. He wiped you down with extreme tenderness, a harsh contrast to his previous actions. Your head spun at the sight, only now catching your breath.
The two of you stayed like that for a while; your head rested against Jaafar’s chest as you matched his breathing.
His voice came out quieter than you expected, slightly unsure in a way he clearly didn’t feel a second ago. For a moment, you didn’t answer. His hand, which had been resting at your back, shifted slowly like he was making sure you were still there, still close, still real.
Then you exhaled, a small laugh leaving you.
“Was that okay?” you repeated, slowly, lifting your head just enough to look at him.
“Yeah,” you said finally, like it should’ve been obvious. “It was more than okay.”
Then, because it was still Jaafar:
“…You do realise you just completely derailed my entire ability to think for the last hour.”
That got a small smile out of you.
“No,” he corrected immediately, tightening his arm around you slightly. “Don’t do that.”
“Apologise like you did something wrong.”
His thumb brushed absentmindedly along your shoulder, slow and grounding; you settled back against his chest again, letting his heartbeat fill the silence between you both. Jaafar tilted his head slightly, resting his cheek against your hair.
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“Yeah,” he repeated, like he was confirming it for himself too.
“You and your stupid TikTok experiments,” he murmured after a moment, though there was no real bite to it anymore; you huffed a small laugh.
That earned you a soft exhale of amusement against your hair.
“M’ not complaining,” he said.
And you could hear the smile in his voice even without seeing it.
Neither of you moved; there was no need to. Just the steady rhythm of breathing, the faint warmth of the bedroom, and Jaafar’s hand still tracing slow, absent patterns against your back like he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.
Eventually, he spoke again, quieter.
“…Next time you try to film me, I’m deleting the footage.”
“…I might crop myself out of it first.”
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