warnings: smut (oral, f receiving)
an: saw deleted clips from the got me singing mv and had to get to work. jaafar save me
you lay on the shared bed in the late night; the only light coming from the faint glow of the tv. instead of putting on a movie or a series, you opted to watch music videos on youtube. you had a glass or two of wine after getting home, which always seems to lead you down that rabbit hole. the music plays just loud enough for you to hear as you fight to keep your eyes open; the drowsiness from the wine mixed with the soft music threatening to take over.
you feel around on the bed for your phone, using whatever strength you can muster to lift it and check the time. you let out a sigh after seeing that it's almost 1 am, then drop the phone back on the bed and pull the hood of jaafar's hoodie over your eyes; finally allowing yourself to be consumed in darkness. most nights you make sure you're awake when he gets home from set, but tonight you're beyond the point of no return.
you feel a dip in the bed next to you, and with half hooded eyes, you're greeted with the sweetest smile. jaafar, shirtless and wearing nothing but black boxer briefs, lays beside you with one arm propped up. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, feeling like you've only been asleep for a few minutes. "what time is it?" you ask, your voice groggy but soft.
"2," jaafar responds, gently pulling the hood back from over your eyes. he runs his hand over the top of your head; bringing his hand down to rub his thumb over your cheek. you immediately relax into his touch, letting out a small breath of relief at the missed contact.
"i missed you," you say as you lift the comforter to cover jaafar, "i tried to stay up."
jaafar smirks, looking at the empty wine glass on the nightstand and the music videos that are still in rotation on the tv, "that's a dangerous combination for you."
you roll your eyes playfully but can't stop the smile that appears on your face. there's been many times throughout the course of your relationship where he has come home to find you in this state; never judgmental, he likes to tease you about it but there's something comforting and domestic about it that he secretly loves.
he lays on his back; shifting you gently to lay on his chest. you bend your leg slightly to rest in between his, and his hand travels up the back of your hoodie. his hand softly caresses the area; rubbing up and down the area, sending goosebumps over your body.
"how was it today?" you ask, using your index finger to draw circles on one of his defined pecs.
he lets out a quiet, but sharp, intake of breath at your tender touch, "long and draining, couldn't wait to get home to you."
you move your index finger; now lightly tracing his bicep, "get some rest baby, i'll lie here like this with you until you fall asleep."
he smiles despite you not being able to see it, "you're sweet, but girl, you're going to be asleep before that happens."
you raise your head from his chest, an offended but playful look on your face. his face is still adorned with a smile, and he lets out a chuckle, "don't give me that look, you know it's true."
your eyes travel from his down to his lips, then back up, "it's a shame i'm so tired right now."
you feel his growing member twitch beneath your leg, "yeah?" he says, his usual sweet voice now sensual, almost seductive.
"mhm," you respond barely above a whisper. the song that was playing fades out and seconds later a new one begins; red light special by tlc, the same song that was playing the night you and jaafar gave yourselves to one another for the first time.
jaafar squeezes your hip gently, pressing into you. you almost let out a moan at the feel of him; the size of him fully hard through the thin material of his boxer briefs creating a warm feeling in your stomach.
using his free hand, he cups your face and traces your bottom lip with his thumb, "do you remember that night with this song baby?" his voice is pure lust now.
the only response you manage to give is a nod of your head as you mindlessly continue to press into him, his strong grip on your hip guiding you. he pushes his thumb through your lips, which you easily part for him. you suck on it tenderly; your eyes locked onto his.
"you look so pretty like this," he says, using the hand that's caressing your face to tilt your head back, exposing your neck. he removes his thumb from your mouth, dropping his hand to run it along your throat, "let me make you feel good baby."
you let out a soft moan, which is all he needs to hear. he wraps an arm around you, effortlessly flipping you around. his hands immediately grip the bottom of your hoodie, pulling it up and over your head. the pupils in his eyes dilate at the sight of you, "beautiful," he whispers as his mouth latches onto one of your nipples. he sucks on it lightly for a few seconds before opening his mouth slightly to graze it with his tongue.
you moan as you palm him through his boxer briefs; the wetness from his precum making the warm feeling in your lower half grow hotter. he releases your nipple; blowing cold air on it.
you gasp a moan at the sensation, "fuck, i need you."
he attaches his lips onto your neck; leaving light kisses and sucking until he reaches your mouth. he doesn't kiss you immediately; he teases you, building the tension until you're practically begging to taste his lips.
he runs his hand along your naked body, gripping your hip tightly again as he grinds into you. with his face mere inches from yours, he watches you with lust filled eyes at your needy state, "beg for my mouth babygirl," he says, "let me hear that pretty voice."
"i need to taste you," you whine, "please let me feel your lips."
"i need to taste you too baby," he says, but instead of laying his lips on yours, he pushes himself up from you. he leans over the edge of the bed, opening the drawer of the nightstand and reaching in, pulling out your vibrator.
he places himself directly in front of your clothed lower half, kissing your bare thighs as you squirm beneath him. without looking, he turns the vibrator on and presses it onto your clothed center. he moves it up and down painfully slow, his eyes not leaving you, "i told you i want to make you feel good, yeah?" he asks.
"yes," you manage to get out between moans.
he continues the motion of rubbing the vibrator up and down, and then gently presses it into you through your panties, earning a loud moan from you. his member twitches at the sound of you; it's begging for pleasure, but he remains focused on yours.
"making you feel good is what i crave after a long day," he kisses your thigh, "i need you."
you buck your hips, his words and the sensation of the vibrations against and in your core is almost enough to make you come undone, "make me feel good then baby, use me" you respond.
he groans as his member twitches again, the dirty words coming from your sweet mouth affecting him too easily. he turns the vibrator off, gripping the sides of your panties and pulling them down. he tosses them off to the sides, spreading your legs open.
he moans at the sight of your glistening heat, "so perfect," he whispers. he places soft kisses onto your heat, and then opens his mouth, placing his tongue directly onto your center.
"fuck baby," you moan, your hand immediately finding his head. you grip his curls, tugging on them as you grind into his tongue.
without removing his mouth, he feels around on the bed until he finds the vibrator. he turns it on, inserting it inside of you as he continues to lap at your center. he goes back and forth between licking your folds to sucking your clit, his tongue circling.
you're a moaning mess, the feeling mind-numbing. tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes, "i'm so close already," you say, clenching your thighs around his head.
he pushes your legs back down, removing his mouth from you. he slides the vibrator in and out of you, watching you. he can't help himself as he starts to grind himself into the mattress, the sight and sound of you is too much.
knowing that you're almost there, he removes the vibrator. he gives you a moment to catch your breath; he whispers sweet praises to you and rubs your thighs, "you're doing so good for me babygirl."
within seconds, his mouth latches back onto you; he moans into you. he turns the vibrator back on, inserting it in and out as he sucks on your clit. the feeling becomes too much for you; you clench your thighs around him again. instead of pushing them down; he keeps going, quickening the pace.
"jaafar, i can't," you cry out, trying to back away.
with his free arm, he presses it against your lower stomach, his grip strong. he removes his mouth but keeps the quick pace with the vibrator, "can you take that for me baby?"
"it's too much," you cry.
"i know baby, i know," he responds with his sweet voice, "you can take it though, i know you can." his hand pauses, leaving the vibrator inside as he presses his thumb onto your bundle of nerves, circling it.
you let out a mix of a moan and a sob, "i'm so close, please don't stop."
"let it out for me baby," he says, his mouth finding your core again, sucking your clit. within seconds, your juices are coming out of you and soaking the sheets beneath you, and jaafar's mouth. he continues working you through your orgasm until you have to tell him to stop, which he does. you lay motionless on the bed, all of your strength gone.
jaafar gets up and goes into the bathroom connected to the room, moments later coming back with a warm washcloth. he cleans you up, giving you praises as he does, "you did so good for me," "you're perfect," "i'm so lucky," he says in his sweet and tender voice. he makes sure to give you many kisses since he denied you earlier, and they are soft and delicate.
once you are both cleaned up and the sheets are changed, you lay wrapped in jaafar's strong arms. he rubs circles on your bare back as he listens to the soft sound of your breathing, finally feeling sleep overtake him.
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