Privacy — Jaafar x asfab reader
“Ah, I get so excited when I feel you touch my thighs”
“It's something 'bout that look you give me, makin' me feel that young love inside” - Morning Dew/Donk By Beyoncé
WARNING, THIS FANFIC CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING…
Unprotected sex, slightly public play/public teasing, teasing, kissing, oral sex (f!r), fingering, cursing, a little nipple play, squirting, slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms (2/f), reader is married to Jaafar, dry humping and more. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! If any of these things are triggering for you, please look away.
4.8k wc Plus size friendly, no mention of size or shape. Black girl friendly, no mentions of skin tone, hair type, color, coverings or wraps. Fem pet names used, “good girl.” “Pretty girl.” “My girl.” Etc. intended for black women🤎. It felt so wrong to write about a man who is engaged, but Jaafar is genuinely so fine and although I respect him, i heard she’s a Zionist so…. I hope you enjoy!🩷reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated dearly, and constructive criticism is always welcomed. Sorry for any mistakes, this is NOT edited. Thank you
In front of the cameras, Jaafar was sweet. Poised and professional. He kept a smile that made him look like Prince Charming and made women swoon. In the eyes of the public, he was an absolute angel, but behind closed doors—or sometimes just out of eyeshot—lied something lustful. You couldn’t describe the struggle of remaining professional around him. It was like he made a hobby out of teasing you just out of the view of cameras and peering eyes. His hands were always so smooth, slow and discreet enough that no one else noticed.
Gliding down your back, resting above your ass as he gave the camera his billion dollar smile. It was driving you wild. You remained smiling, facing the camera as your heart fluttered in your chest. “Jaafar! Jaafar! This way!” The photographers were loud, too focused on getting a picture to notice his hand drifting lower into the bunch of your backless dress.
You stiffened but didn’t dare look at him directly. As he turned to face another camera he guided you, fingers tapping a slow rythem on your bare skin while his other hand slipped into his pocket. “You okay?” He leaned down to your ear, whispering lowly so that no one else could hear. You gave a tight lipped smile and nodded.
“I’m fine.” You replied. But on the inside you were losing it. You couldn’t wait to get home, or at least somewhere private.
The flashing continued for just a moment longer before you were moving toward the main entrance of the theater. The showing was beautiful, it warmed your heart watching him spread so much kindness along with his wonderful co-stars. It felt magical to be along his side, with his family and his fans. By the time it was all over and you were getting into the car, you were buzzing with joy. The moment the door closed, enclosing the two of you in a private darkness that was lit just barely by the flashing lights against the tinted windows, you felt it all wash over you. Sitting beside Jaafar, you sighed happily and leaned against his shoulder.
He laughed, a soft chuckle that gave you butterflies. “You tired?” He asked. You shook your head, crossing your legs as you slipped your arm around his, clinging to him in a blissful state.
“No,” You answered, “I just love how well you’re doing.” You could feel the soft rumble in his chest caused by a silent laugh. “You looked amazing out there, I was so proud of you.”
“Now were you? Because it seemed like you were waiting for someone to look away so you could pounce on me.” He teased. You rolled your eyes in a playful manner.
“Oh please…” It was true. You were just dying to be alone with him, but you were very proud of him as well. “I was fine. Unlike someone who can’t keep his hands to himself.” You said while leaning up to poke his chest in a joking scold. Jaafar put his hands up, grinning with a wickedly attractive expression as he feigned innocence.
“What?” He laughed, “My hands were clean. It must’ve been your imagination.” You shook your head in disbelief as you scoffed.
“Yeah right, handsy. You’re lucky there were so many people there.”
“Or what?” He taunted.
“Or what?” You repeated.
Jaafar nodded and leaned closer, oozing an irresistible amount of matured sensual energy. You could smell his cologne, his minty breath as his eyes flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes. “If no one was there.” He pressed, “What would you have done?” Your breathing hitched in your throat as his voice dipped into a dangerous tone. Far too intimate for the close and dark space. “If there were no cameras…” your body jolted, you were so distracted by his voice that you didn’t notice his hand creeping until it was already on your thigh. “No press…” He inched closer, your heart throbbing from the anticipation. “Just the two of us.” His voice lowered even more, to a hushed whisper as his lips brushed against yours.
A burning heat flooded your body, the space between your legs hot as it mimicked a heartbeat. “What would you have done?” Although he asked, he didn’t allow you the chance to answer before kissing you. It was short, just a quick peck. But enough to render you speechless. His soft lips made you feel breathless, you placed a shaky hand on his chest and closed your eyes, already overwhelmed by the arousal bubbling in your body. “Hm?” Your stomach felt tingly and you squeezed your thighs together a bit tighter.
“I hate you…” You murmured in a breathless whisper.
“I know baby.” Just like before, he kissed you before you could respond, only this time the kiss was much more intense. His tongue teased your bottom lip, asking for permission that you granted almost immediately. Allowing him to deepen the slow kiss while his hand caressed your thigh, pushing your dress up to feel your bare skin. The soft beating between your thighs turned into a needy and aggressive pulse, you sighed into his mouth—almost moaning—as the heat encouraged a slickness that wet your panties with excitement.
“Jaafar…” You whispered his name, breaking the kiss as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder. You couldn’t take it. Your body was on fire and you couldnt wait another second.
“Excuse me, could you raise the partition, please?” You raised your head, looking at him through your lashes in surprise. The soft—almost inaudible—hum of the separation rising between the driver and the two of you, made your heart race. Your stomach filled with butterflies. “Is that better?” You bit your lip lightly and nodded, your expression becoming desperate. His hand that at first only trailed up and down your thighs, moved to part them, sliding between them until he reached your clothed pussy. You gasp quietly and held your breath. His fingers brushed against the damped material and he leaned in to kiss your neck, littering your skin in kisses.
“Oh…Jaafar.” You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, melting in his tender touch. He kissed your shoulders, then the junction of your neck and jaw, sucking lightly before continuing until he reached your lips again. His finger pressed against your love, massaging the soft flesh in slow strokes with his tongue in your mouth. You raised your hand and caressed his face, desperate for him to come closer. Your hips moved on their own, rolling forward into his hand as shivers covered your body, shoring down your spine. You felt impatient. He did too. There was nothing more you wanted than for him to undress you and take you right there, in the backseat on the way to your hotel. You were so consumed by your desire for him. “I need you, so bad.” You admitted.
He nodded, equally as consumed and breathless. The excitement twinkled in his eyes, but just as he was about to make another move, he noticed the car had stopped. You were sitting outside the hotel, parked a with the driver waiting for you to exit.
Jaafar cursed under his breath. “Inside, okay?” You whined, too needy to wait another second. “I know baby.” He grinned, “I promise…as soon as we’re alone, I’m all yours. Okay?” He fixed your dress as you tried to steady your breathing. Your lip stick had smudged his lips, faint on your own now, and his face was a bit flushed. You did your best to remove as much of your lipstick off him as possible before the door was opened and you were walking into a crowd of fans and photographers.
You were always so impressed by his ability to flip the switch, going from your husband Jaafar, to the astounding actor, Jaafar Jackson in just a matter of seconds. It turned you on even more watching him smile and shake hands, sign autographs and give hugs as he moved through the large crowd with grace. The shift of screaming, flashing lights and, shuttering sounds, into the quiet and cool air of the hotel lobby was jarring. It gave you whiplash when he guided you into the elevator with his big gentle hand on your lower back, reminding you of the promise he made to you in the car. The moment the doors closed, the movie star Jaafar faded away. No flashing lights, no cameras and screaming fans. Just your man who was dying to get you out of those clothes.
“That dress looks so good on you, did I tell you that?” He asked while chewing on his bottom lip, you smiled softly, eyes low and full of burning desire.
“Actually, I think you have.” He looked you up and down, standing against the wall with his hands in his pockets—almost as if keeping himself restricted. Like he would pounce any second now. The doors opened, like an answered prayer, flooding the warm—tension thick—elevator with a cooling gush of air. Jaafar snaked his arm around your waist, walking proudly to his suite with you in his arm. His walk was so confident, so suave and assertive. Your knees felt weak. He looked so sexy, unlocking the door and letting you in first. You were out of breath already.
The moment the door closed he was moving toward you again, pulling you closer by your waist so he could kiss you again. You melted against him, kicking your heels off while your hands pressed against his chest—smoothing over the soft material so you could push his black peacoat off. He shrugged it off the rest of the way, letting it drop to the floor as he took a step forward, leading you to the bed as he moved his hands to unbutton his black long sleeved shirt. Your hands flew to help him, fumbling with the bottom buttons while he slowly unbuttoned the top ones. When enough were undone, he reached around to the zipper on your dress—as if you couldn’t just slip out of it—he tugged it down until he couldn’t anymore and broke the kiss to watch it fall. Your clothes were discarded almost immediately, leaving you in just your low back bra and your panties.
“You’re so beautiful, love…” His hands wandered over your sides and reached around to your back to unclasp your bra, popping it open with ease. The straps immediately slipped down your shoulders, you let it fall as you stepped out of your dress. Placing your hand on his shoulders, you pushed against his opened shirt, hands splayed over his bare chest as his heart pounded and his hands explored your body. Softly groping your breasts in a tender motion. You pressed your lips against his shoulder and closed your eyes as your nipples hardened under his warm palms. Your hands trailed down his chest, brushing over his lower abdomen until your fingers were on the buckle of his belt. You moaned softly, lifting your head to kiss him while your anxious hands unbuckled his pants, too shaky to pull it from the loops.
He laughed, his chest filled with heat as he pecked your lips one more time. “I got it baby.” He dropped his hands, placing them on top of yours as he looked you in your eyes. Your lips were parted and you felt so turned on you thought you were going to explode. He brushed your hands away and with a soft click, the belt you wanted gone was unclasped. “Get on the bed for me.” Your pussy throbbed at his request, you followed it without even a second thought. In the bedroom, he had full reign over your mind and body. You walked to the bed, the pulsing between your thighs driving you mad. As you sat down on the edge, you stared at him with wide, glossy and needy eyes. Waiting for his next command, his next move. Anything. Your breathing caught in your throat when he yanked the belt through all the loops, tossing it aside so he could undress himself for you. You watched as your breathing became heavy.
Your hand—as if it had a mind of its own—slid between your legs, rubbing over your panties as you watched him fully discard his shirt. The look on his face—in his eyes—he looked like sex itself, like passionate love that would make any woman scream for him. You leaned back on the bed, keeping your eyes on him while you spread your legs and massaged over your clit through your panties. Sighing out his name in a soft moan that beckoned him closer before he could fully remove his pants or even get to his shoes. Obviously, you were too impatient for that, so he moved closer, leaning down to kiss you and press your back against the mattress fully. You lied underneath him, thighs spread as he positioned himself between them. The pressure of his body was exactly what you craved. The smell of him engulfing you in a pleasure that only he could induce. Your hips bucked upward in an anxious movement, like you just couldn’t take another second where he wasn’t pressed against you. The friction of his pants against you—even through your panties—made your whole body shiver.
“You’re so impatient tonight.” He said against your lips, “you need me that bad, hm?” You nodded, leaning your head back against the bed as he met your grind against him with slow, heavy thrusts of his hips.
“God, yes…Jaafar.” You whimpered, the bulge in his pants pressing against your clit in an unforgiving way. “I need you so bad.” He nodded, brows furrowed as he looked at you with an expression between lust and love, offering a teasing pout while he cooed and pressed into you a bit faster.
“I know you do, love. I’ll give you what you need…” A quiet moan escaped him as he melted against you. “I’ll give it to you, baby.” His lips pressed against the column of your neck, venturing down the valley between your breasts but not before stopping to shower them in loving kisses. His lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking ever so lightly before flicking his tongue over the stiff bud. He gave the other the same affection, slow and steady before continuing down till he reached the band of your panties.
You whined at the sight. So horny that you couldn’t control your hips, they bucked upward just a bit and you covered your mouth. It made him chuckle, proud that he could make you this excited for his touch. “Such a needy girl.” Your brows knotted together and you gasped loudly when he dipped his head down and licked a long line up the middle of your panties to tease you. Your heart fluttered at the feeling.
“Jaafar, please.” You couldn’t take it, your other hand gripped the covers as you watched him do it again. Your head tipped back, eyes threatening to shut as he continued teasing you. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.” He smirked and turned his head just a bit to kiss your inner thigh.
“You can take it, love…just gotta wait.” He murmured. Finally—after what felt like forever—he tugged your panties down your thighs, all the way to your ankles then sat them aside. The cool air on your wet flesh made you shudder, but it was nothing compared to the sight of him admiring it. Pulling bottom lip in to wet it as he inhaled deeply, frustrated at the sight of your wetness. “So pretty…” he cupped your thigh and leaned in, repeating the same action—this time without the torturous layer of cloth—he licked a long, slow line up your pussy, moaning at the taste of you. A choked moan escape your throat as you tensed at the feeling of his wet muscle gliding between your petals, licking at the dripping flower with his eyes closed.
“Jaafar…oh—oh God…” Your voice was soft, your head fell back and you gripped the covers tighter as your back arched. His tongue dove between your lips, lying flat as it dragged up from your entrance to your clit, flicking against the throbbing bud before he wrapped his soft lips around it. His mouth latched onto your pussy, devouring you like it was his last meal. He hummed against your flesh, your hand flew down, buried in his curly hair as you pulled him closer. “J-Just like that…Oh, Jaafar!” You called out.
He kept a slow pace, his tongue working against the cluster of nerves until you were a whiny mess underneath him. “You taste so good…” He had barely pulled his mouth off you to speak, his ring and middle finger glided through the wet mess, collecting the glossy nectar in his long digits before lightly pressing them against your entrance. Your eyes shot open and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch, lip trapped between your teeth as the tip of his fingers slowly invaded your warmth. Your breathing slowed and your heart was beating out of your chest, inch by slow inch, they entered. The sensation causing waves of mind boggling pleasure to crash over you, your head bobbing back your eyes rolled and fluttered closed. Only when they were deep inside of you, pressed unforgivingly against a soft, spongy spot inside of you, did your head finally fall back. Your mouth gaped but nothing came out, you pushed your body up as if trying to escape the melting pleasure, but he stopped you, placing his other hand on your waist.
“Stay still.” The two words a simple demand that you struggled to follow, “Lay back.” But you did anyway. Trembling as your back touched the mattress again. While his fingers pressed against your upper walls, rubbing it like he was trying to coax out an orgasm, he went back down to give your clit the same attention. His tongue focused solely on drawing out as much from you as possible, mouth attached to your pussy as he rocked his fingers back and forth. Every sound encouraged him, egging him on as you called for him, singing his name in pleasure. A knot was quickly forming in your stomach, coiling tightly in your stomach as your back arched deeper. You could feel it closing in on you, that overwhelming feeling of relief. It crept up your spine, sending showers of chills down your body.
“mmh’so close…Jaafar…I—mhm’gonna—gonna c-cum…” You pushed against his head, but he didn’t stop. He sped up just a bit, pushing your body to its peak as he opened his eyes to watch you fall apart. Your walls fluttered around his fingers and a gush of slick wetness coated his fingers, your voice growing louder yet airy as you cried out in pleasure. An orgasm crashed over you, blinding you as your hips bucked and your body jerked. “Ja—Jaafar!” You tried to shut your thighs, but he didn’t allow it. His fingers sped up and he pulled away, coming up to kiss you as he fucked you with his fingers into overdrive. Your lungs burned as he kissed you in an almost messy fashion, the taste of you on his tongue. It felt so erotic. The pressure grew in your stomach and his fingers continued to rock, you could feel it. The feeling growing inside you, it was like you were going to blow, a familiar feeling of intense pleasure that meant one thing. “Wa—Wait! Ja—Jaafar! Jaafar! I-I…” You shook your head, eyes shutting tightly as you reached down between your bodies to hold his wrist. “I—I’m gonna…I’m…”
He grabbed your hand with his free one and pinned it beside your head, intertwining his fingers with yours as he nodded his head. “I know baby, I know. Just take it, just take it…” You opened your eyes and whimpered, your legs trembling as the wet squelching sound grew louder and louder. You gasped and tried to say his name, but nothing came out. Your eyes rolled back and you nodded your head, mouthing ‘yes.’ Over and over again as the pressure inside of you finally gushed out in a powerful release. “That’s right, just like that…good girl.” It splashed against his pants, soaking him as your free hand weakly hit his chest. He kept you there until you finally made a noise again, your body jolting as you looked up at him and pleaded with him. Only then did he pull them out and lick them clean, kissing you passionately afterwards. “You did such a good job for me, my love.”
You were too dazed to speak, too breathless to even try. Your eyes were hazy as you watched him finish undressing, he got rid of his shoes, his socks, pants and underwear. Standing at the edge of the bed like the face of sexual attraction. His erection jutting from his body, thick and heavy, throbbing as a bead of precum slowly trickled down his thick shaft. Your walls clenched at the sight, like you were quietly calling him forward.
“Are you ready, love?” You nodded, ready couldnt begin to describe what you felt. He pushed your body further up on the bed, spread your legs wider and pressed a loving kiss against your cheek. He rubbed the head of his dick against your pussy, your wetness acting as lubricant. His breathing was heavy, brows set in focus as he watched his length sliding up and down your pussy. Slick and slow as he grinds forward. “You’re so wet for me…” He breathed out, his dick throbbed against you. You rolled your hips upward, wrapping your arms around him as you panted quietly.
“Jaafar…it feels so good.” The heat and the pressure, it made you struggle to think straight. He looked so good. Flushed as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The picture of perfection he was in front of the cameras, unraveling as you caressed his face in a loving manner. The hazy look in your glossy eyes when he looked at you made him swell with pride. “I…need you…so bad…” You lead him closer, pulling him into a slow and simple kiss. The moment your lips touched you felt the head of his dick press again your entrance. You gasp, your parted lips invited his tongue in and he deepened the kiss, slowly and carefully pressing forward until the tip was inside. You both shuddered, breathing into each other’s mouths as you stilled.
“Is…is it okay?” Even after so long, hes so tender and so careful not to hurt you. No matter how horny, he always waits for your go to continue. And the moment you give it he sinks inside of you. Slow and deep, reaching so deep that the head of his cock bumps your cervix. You gasp, your walls flex around him and your hand on his shoulder grips, nails lightly pressing into his skin. Every time, it always feels so magical. The feeling of him is so intense. You feel so full, the slight stretch makes your brain feel numb. Your eyes roll back and you let out a huff, arms weak as your legs tremble before going limp.
“Jaafa—oh God…” You melted into the bed, overcome with pleasure. He started slow. Moving carefully. His strokes were long, as slow as his could manage so he could build you up again.
“You’re so perfect baby.” Your hands fell from his body, gripping the covers so tightly you could feel your nails through them. Every thrust made it difficult to breathe properly. Your love seeping out to coat him in a warm white essence that made every stroke easier than the last, slicker and faster until he was fucking you into the mattress. The sound of skin clashing and heavy breathing filled the room, your toes curled and your chest brushed against his sending jolts of pleasure to your brain.
“S-So…so deep…” your voice weakened and trailed off as you turned your head, brows knotted and heart beat frantic. “Just…Oh Jaafar…just—just like that.” You gasp for air as he sped up, grabbing your thigh to push it back. He grunted lowly. You felt like a tight, warm glove around him. So perfect and all for him. Your gummy walls pulsed around him, pulling him in deeper like you never wanted him to leave. “Fe—Feels so…” You reached up, fingers brushing the pillows as you tried to find something to steady yourself. You felt like you were floating.
“You’re takin’ me so good.” Jaafar praised, hips snapping forward as if trying to knock the air out of your lungs. “So…fuckin’…good.” His words punctuated with sharp thrusts that sent you into a spiral of babbling nonsense. Stuck between moaning, gasping and, praising him. Your hands—flailing around—pressed against his shoulder and you wrapped your legs around him. Your bodies were pressed firmly against one another, he leaned in to kiss you, giving you the pressure you wanted as he smothered you—fucking you harder. You could feel your walls weakening, you were becoming a mess. You couldn’t even focus on kissing him, your mind was too foggy.
“s’deep…s’so deep.” Your words slurred, airy and whiny as you fell apart. “Jaafar, it’s…” you shook your head and your eyes began to water, a genuine sob fell from your lips and you wrapped your arms around him again, this time you held him tighter. “s—so good.” His arms snaked around your body, one under your head a the other under your back. He fucked you with determination to make you cum again, to make you feel all the ways he loved you and just how badly he needed you too. Every stolen touch and teasing glance leading up to this very moment. He began almost grinding, trying to reach even deeper, the motion made him press against that same spongy spot from before. This time as he touched it you saw stars. Tiny sparkles clouding your vision as you panted, heavy breaths coming out in broken sputters. He moaned in your ear, face pressed against the crock of his neck as he grunted and muttered your name.
“you—you’re so perfect baby, so…so perfect for me…” He kissed your shoulder and leaned up, it didn’t take much for him to unravel your arms and legs from his body. Your limbs were already so weak. When released, he pulled out and lightly tapped his dick against your clit. “c’mere, I want you on top of me…” You swapped positions—with his help—and you climbed on his lap. Your hands were still so shaky, you pressed it against his chest as you grabbed his length to guide it inside of you. Jaafar watched. Eyes full of love and satisfaction. You were so hasty, you didn’t even give yourself—nor him—a moment before you slid down on him, filling yourself up until he was buried to the hilt. The pleasure was mind numbing. You threw your head back and your body jerked, thighs trying to shut, you were being drowned by the pleasure. It washed over you and dragged you into a deep ocean that made your vision blur. “such a pretty girl.” His hand moved up your body, he groped your breast in his big hand and your hip with the other. “my pretty girl.”
You looked down at him and rolled your hips forward, both of you gasped. “All…all yours…” your clit rubbed against his pelvis, making you purr. You rubbed your hands over his chest and kissed his neck, bringing yourself closer to another orgasm. “just-just for you…” Jaafar cursed under his breath as you whispered in his ear and wrapped both arms around you, he planted his feet into the bed and thrusted upward, the action caught you completely off guard. He brought your hips down, fucking into you as a blinding pressure formed in his abdomen. He was so close. You could feel him throbbing inside of you. His stroke was rougher, faster and his grip on your body was tighter. He buried his face in your neck and moaned against your skin. You matched his pace and began grinding faster against him, the wetness between your bodies soaking you both as you cling to him. You put your hand in his hair, lightly tugging on his curls while you kiss him and moan into his mouth. His pace grows frantic and he practically whimpers, when that otherworldly pleasure explodes inside of him. With one final thrust that makes you both tense your walls clench around him and the knot in your stomach tightens until it snaps. As you squeeze him, he cums deep inside of you. Hips spurting out their final movements as if desperate to get as deep as possible. Filling you with his warmth, he lets out short huffs until completely empty. Only when he’s no longer erect—which takes much longer than he would like—does he finally pull out. The erotic mixture of both your release dripping down slowly.
