oral sex f!r, kissing and, fingering. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! If any of these things are triggering for you, please look away🩷
Fem pet names used, plus size friendly, no mentions of size, height or shape. Black women friendly, no mentions of skin tone, hair color, hair type, or hair coverings/wraps. Intended for black women🤎soooo im super obsessed with Jermajesty and Jaafar being eaters and good kissers😭I just know they’re both so good at eating and I HAAAD to get this out of my system with at least one of them. I hope you enjoy, sorry for any mistakes this is unedited. Reblogs, comments, likes are all appreciated. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, enjoy!
thinking about Jaafar coming back home after a long day of interviews, giving countless autographs and pictures. Spending hours smiling, waving and shaking hands. The only thing on his mind the whole time is getting back home to you, so the moment he enters the front door and your scent hits him he literally moans. It takes him literally seconds to get to the bedroom, his fingers are already sliding in between his blazer, grazing his own bare skin because he’s wearing nothing underneath it.
Of course you’re there waiting for him. Lying on the bed in a tiny nightgown, no panties on and your brown skin buttery soft and glowing. The whole room smells like you and it only makes him crave your taste more. He sighs out of relief when he sees that you’re in the same mood as him, closing the door as he kicks off his shoes and licks his lips.
“I missed you so much.” Your voice is like heaven to his ears. Words can’t express how badly he needed to hear you say that. To finally hear the beautiful voice of the woman he loves.
“I missed you more.” His admission is soft, full of need as a genuine and almost tired grin spreads across his face.
You get on your knees, smiling at him as you taunt him by asking, “Really?” He nods, “How much?” His eyes are drawn to your thighs, smooth and glossy—bare all for him. He can see your nipples through the thin material, it all drives him wild.
“So fucking much…” He whispers before crossing the floor to kiss you. He’s so needy for you. His tongue is immediately in your mouth, his anxious hands caress your face as he leans in closer. The moment your hand pulls him closer he guides you onto your back, one of his hands gliding up your thigh to push your gown up. An erection is already throbbing in his dress pants, the bulge pressing directly against your pussy. “Thought about you all day…” He kisses your jaw, hips grinding against you as your lips parted. “About having your pussy on my tongue…” He murmurs while kissing your neck. “Feeling you cum on my fingers…fuck…”
he gropes your breast through the silky material, his perfect teeth graze the sensitive part of your neck. Every shallow breath you take makes him hornier than the last. He’s practically feral by the time he finally makes it between your legs, huffing as he inhales the natural scent of your pussy. If only you knew how much stress it took off his shoulders to even smell you. His tongue laid flat against your wet flesh, licking slow up from your entrance to your clit. Over and of it again for his own enjoyment. The taste of you on his tongue was pure heaven, dopamine rushed to his brain as you moaned his name and threaded your fingers in his hair.
“Jaafar…feels so good…” Your airy voice made his heart swell, he moaned into you and lapped at your clit. Slow and focused as he closed his eyes and hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer. His tongue pressed against you, wet and hot as he traced circles on your clit. Lightly sucking it before licking up the love leaking from you. His hand slipped down his body, fumbling with the button on his pants until he could get them opened. He shoved them down to his thighs, just enough to free the aching appendage in his pants. He’s so sensitive-, so hard that even the feeling of the air makes him whimper. He grinds against the bed in a needy manner, leaving a small patch of sticky clear precum underneath his dick as his tongue delves deep into you.
He can taste you even better like that and it makes his length throb and ache. He presses his face into you a bit further, as if he wished to be buried between your thighs and drank you in. Not even pulling away to explain how good you taste nor how badly he needed this, he’s completely pussy drunk and doesn’t stop even when your thighs try to shut around his head. Instead he keeps them spread with his hands while licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit again as he moans with his eyes closed. “Ja-Jaafar.” You don’t have to tell him. He knows it feels good, but hearing you say it make an him want to be even better. He practically latches his mouth to your pussy and devours you like he’s starving. As soon as you tell him you’re close, whimpering that you’re about to cum, he slips two fingers inside of you and focuses completely on your clit. He’s so determined to make you cum, so desperate to provide you the most pleasure possible using just his tongue and fingers. When he feels your walls flutter and hears your breathing sputter he knows you’re there. Your heavy breathing and broken moans spurs him on, he replaces his fingers with his tongue, face so deep in your love that his nose is pressed against your pussy. He rubs your clit in careful motions as your legs tremble and his tongue licks at your walls, coaxing out an intense orgasm that leaves your legs shaking and your heart pounding.
He doesn’t pull away when you’re done though, he has to lick it all up. He needs to make sure he’s cleaned his pretty girl up perfectly. He’s so addicted to having your pussy on his tongue that he only pulls away when you start pushing against his head, telling him that it’s too much. “You taste so good, love.” His face is wet, eyes hazy and words slurred. “Love tasting you.” He can hardly even get the words out before he’s kissing you again, grinding his thick cock against your slick pussy. He moans in your mouth, loving the wet feeling of your slightly warm flower. “want you on my face…” but ultimately, he’s dying to get you back on his tongue.
Cheating like really bad, unprotected sex, praise, kissing, a little tongue play?? Idk he sucks your tongue, p!in!v, creampie/breeding, fem pet names, daddy kink, and more. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! If any of these things are triggering, please look away.
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.” Etc. intended for black women🤎 I know I said I feel so guilty for writing smut about a man with a fiancé, but I can’t help it😭I promise if she wasn’t a zio I would not write something like this bc it feels so disrespectful to the woman and I NEVERRRR condone cheating. Buutttt, here we are😫Jaafar is too fine and I’m so tempted to write smut with Jaafar AND Jermajesty (obviously NOT together.), but idkkkkkkk!!! Anyway! Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated and appreciated dearly, constructive criticism is always welcomed! THIS IS UNEDITED, so please forgive any mistakes and please enjoy, thank you🩷
Jaafar had promised to be home over 30 minutes ago, his fiancé called over and over again but he just couldn’t pull out of you. Every stroke felt better than the last. Your gummy walls hugged him so perfectly, like you were made for him-, like you were made for taking his dick. He swore it felt even better knowing full and well that he wasn’t supposed to be fucking you, especially when she was at home waiting for the same thing you were getting. But you felt too good for him to stop. So perfect. Your legs shook and your bottom lip quivered every time he plunged into you. The way his name fell from your lips was like the call of a siren, so pretty and so alluring. Watching your titties bounce for him, feeling your creamy love coat him—fuck, it was driving him wild.
“Jaafar! J-Jaafar!” He groaned hearing you call his name in a long, whiny moan. The thought of her distant as you looked up at him with glossy eyes and a pout. “It’s—It’s too much!” You swore you couldn’t take it. Your brain was fuzzy and he was so deep, so big. Everything your pussy had to give, he was fucking out of you.
“Fuck…you take me so—so well baby, such a good fucking girl…” He pushed one leg back, practically forcing you to put it on his shoulder so he could reach deeper—as if possible. “Perfect fucking pussy…love fucking you so much baby…” He panted out, looking down at you with his lip trapped between his perfect teeth. “you take it so good…so good…” A chill ran up his spine, his breathing became uneven and shallow as you turned your head away and gripped the pillows and covers—anything to ground yourself as he fucked you through the mattress.
“Ja—Jaafar! Jaafar ple—please! Please! I can’t—can’t take it! Oh God!” His moans grew louder, something between a grunt and a whimper leaves his mouth as he fucks you harder. Making you see stars. “J-Just…Just like that! Oh Jaafar!” While your mind is too hazy for you to notice, Jaafar does. The jarring—annoying—sound of his phone ringing again. It didn’t even take a second for him to know it was her and he couldn’t care enough to answer. He let it ring as he grabbed your face and forced you to look up at him.
“Keep your eyes on me baby, don’t look away…okay? Don’t look away…hm…” Your whimpers were pretty enough to block out the sound, perfect enough to drown out the thought of her. The way your pretty eyes fluttered and rolled, doing your best to hold eye contact, made his thick length throb inside of you. “Good girl…such a good girl, whos my pretty girl? Hm?” He slowed down just a bit, but rammed into you harder—rendering you breathless and speechless as chills cascaded down from your brain to the very tip of your spine. “Whos my pretty—pretty girl? Hm?” He leaned down and kissed your face, forcing your body in an almost uncomfortable position before you slipped your leg off his shoulder and wrapped them both around his waist. “Whos—Wh-Who’s my pretty…b-baby?”
You whimpered quietly, wrapped your arms around him and dug your nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck…” He cursed lowly and kissed you hard, tongue in your mouth with his eyes closed. His tongue rolled around with yours, hot and wet as he moaned loudly into your mouth in a sloppy and lustful manner. “S-Stick your tongue out for me.” You obeyed without a second thought—let alone a first—and moaned loudly as he licked your tongue before sucking it. He was so lost in the pleasure of fucking you that he almost didn’t hear his phone ring again, but the soind was just too loud. It cut through your voice and makes him groan loudly in irritation as he pulls away. He stops abruptly and kisses your forehead. “I need you to stay quiet, ‘kay?”
Your eyes are glazed over and your pupils are blown wide, you nod your empty head with a fucked out expression that makes him smile. “You can be quiet for me, pretty girl?” You hum and rock your hips, too needy to focus on anything other than the feeling of him deep inside of you and his voice. “Such a needy girl…” Jaafar watched for a moment, allowing it to ring a second longer before covering your mouth with his big hand. Ring discarded as he pressed another kiss against your forehead before answering. “Hello?” He rolls his eyes as she complains, whining in his ear about wanting him and thinking of him all night long. As if anything but pleasing you is on his mind. “I know honey, just wait okay? They need me to stay a little later, honestly, I don’t know when I’ll be back home…”
As he looked down at you he swore he could’ve hung up on her right there without even the slightest care. You looked so pretty, batting your pretty eyes—lashes clumpy with tears—as you tried to satisfy the urge he had left you with. Grinding your hips against him for even the slightest bit of friction. “I’ll call you back when I’m all done, okay?” She had said something, maybe sighed a desperate moan in his ear or a plea for his touch. Jaafar didn’t care. His focus was completely on you and how pretty you looked silently begging for him. “Love you, bye.” Before she could even respond he hung up, tossing his phone aside as he smiled at you—big and wide showing off his perfect, pearly whites. “So cute…all needy for daddy to fuck you…” his voice is so much softer, so genuine and so full of passion. “Did I make you wait too long? Hm?” He asks with a pout, mimicking you as you nod. “I knoooww baby, I know…I’m sorry…” He cooed as he began rocking back and forth, fucking you with long, deep and slow strokes. “Daddy’s sorry baby…no more distracts, mhm’kay?”
Your voice breaks into a beautiful sob, between a moan and a cry for him as you pout. “just…just gonna—gonna focus-fuck…focus on you…only you baby, just you.” As he spoke he went faster, already getting close again as your voice grows louder. Your walls flutter around him and your legs tremble around his waist.
“Ja-Jaafar…feels—oh God! It feels so good feels so good!” Your words slur together, blinded by the pleasure of his dick hitting that soft spongy spot over and over again. Your words turn into a slur of praises and pleading, spouting his name in between a mixture of moans and gasps for air.
“That’s right baby…it’s all for you…just for you baby…just—haaa—fuck…” His voice cracks as the muscles in his stomach tighten, “just for you…mhmm…” he whispered as he began drilling into you with enough force to rock the entire bed. He was so close, the frantic beating inside of you—the pulsing of your walls as you clenched down on him, was making it impossible to breathe. He slipped a hand down between your body’s and began rubbing messy circles against your clit, applying enough pressure to make your eyes roll back to your skull as he fucked you as deep as he possibly could. He was turning your brain into mush-, complete stew as you pushed against his shoulder and shook your head. “Cum for me baby…be-be a good girl…show me just how much you love it…how-haa…how much you—Oh God…mmhmmm, oh fuck…” his words turned into loud panting as he closed his eyes, fucking you wildly as he quietly moaned, grunting as you tightened even more around him. Your voice pushed him over the edge, feeling you cumming around him as you whimpered his name loudly and clung to him.
“Jaafar! Jaafar!” You cried out. He buried his face in the side of your neck and called out your name as he stilled his hips and came deep inside of you. Filling you so much that it dribbles out, flooding you completely with the hot and sticky substance.
“F-Fuck! S-So good…so-Haa…haaa…” Both your bodies are spent, he pumps just a few more times before slowly and carefully pulling out, watching your eyes flutter closed as you settle into the buzzing feeling. As he slowly comes down a warm feeling spreads in his chest, blooming inside of him as he smiles and strokes your face. “You did such a good job for me, love.” He kissed your eyelids, stroking your cheek as a weak smile spreading across your face. “Did you enjoy yourself?” You nodded, too tired to speak. “That’s good baby, get some rest. I’ll clean you up, okay? Just lay here for me.” His next goal was to make sure you were okay, after care being a top priority after making you feel good.
“Jaafar…” You whined when he left the bed, pouting as you opened your eyes and looked at him. “You aren’t leaving tonight, right?” His smile grew, sweat still beading on his forehead as he chuckled and slipped on a robe.
“Of course not, I’ll stay for as long as you need me.” The last thing on his mind was getting back home to her with you looking so pretty and so sleepy after he made you feel that good.
description: a list of goals for the next ten years with your husband leads to one goal: starting a family. but what if the one thing you’ve counted on is the first thing to fall apart?
tw: angst, multiple mentions of miscarriages!
over the course of nine years, you and jaafar have accomplished all of your goals except one.
you were each other’s firsts.
you graduated college.
acquired your dream jobs.
got engaged.
and eventually married at twenty six.
marriage treated you well for a while. everyday felt like your honeymoon hadn’t ended. it was a dream come true. the beautiful home. the love of your life by your side morning and night.
“baby.”
you hum to let him know you’re listening. your hand reaching down for his arm that was wrapped loosely around your side. fingers tracing down the warm skin until you found his own. letting out a tired sigh as you interlaced them. “yeah?”
“do you remember our goal list? the one we made in college?” his voice was different, soft…but different. you couldn’t quit pinpoint it as you focused on fighting the sleep a little longer. your eyelids felt heavy.
but even then, the corners of your lips lifted. letting out what sounded like an amused chuckle, “you mean the one that is stuck onto the fridge with a new york magnet?” instead of hearing him laugh, he just lets out a small “mhm” into your ear.
you take a moment to turn around in his arms. fixing your head on the pillow next to him so you were face to face. “what about it?” you ask slowly, making out his expression under the slight bluish hue the moonlight casted on him.
you recognized the hesitation on his face as his lips pursed and his eyes wandered over your face. your own eyebrows furrowing in curiousness as you took in the feeling of his fingers moving your hair out of your face. “do you remember the goal for year ten? do you…” his palm fingers its way across your cheek, cupping it. “do you still want that?”
the sudden mention of your goals- no, the goal - makes you smile with a sound of relief. bringing your hands to his wrist and pulling his hand to your lips. pressing a soft kiss on the skin before interlocking your fingers, “of course i do, silly. i just…you know, want to be considerate.” you explain, giving his hand a soft squeeze.
the once hesitant look on his face forms into content. you did still want that. you still wanted to have a baby, with him. “considerate? of what?” he doesn’t even notice when he starts smiling. running his thumb over the back of your hand as his eyes flicker down each of your features. the ones he often imagines your children with.
“you.” you can tell that only confuses him more. scooting closer to him until your chest was flush against his and tucking your head into his neck. “i feel like you just accomplished something huge with the movie. i don’t want to cut that short. you’re so busy and you have all these priorities.”
for a while, he stays silent. so silent, all you can hear is the sound of his steady breathing. and then he sighed, “i don’t like it when you speak like that. like you’re not my main priority.” he pulls you closer. kissing the top of your head before resting his chin on it. “i’m ready. there is nothing i want more than to have a baby with you.”
“starting my family with you is my dream. you’re my priority.”
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YEAR 10.
eighty three days.
it has been eighty three days since that night and you remember it like it was yesterday.
you remember the way your body went limp.
the aching that shocked your entire body as you crashed onto your knees.
the look of terror on jaafar’s face as he rushed into the room the second your blood curling scream echoed throughout the home.
the way he froze upon seeing you try to gather the blood trickling down your thighs.
like you believed if you held it all, it would all be undone.
you remember the way he held your face in his hands. the way his lips moved as if he was saying something to you. no matter how hard you tried to remember what comforting words he said to you. it all went blurry after he wiped your stained hands on his shirt. he didn’t care if he ruined it. all he wanted was for you to look at him.
that was your second miscarriage.
the sound of your bedroom door closing made you blink in what felt like hours. keeping your eyes on the window that allowed you to see the moon as you listened to his footstep slowly tread towards you.
he stopped at the side of the bed. looking down at you with what you felt was pity. “jaafar, please don’t.” you don’t want him to get a word in. you don’t want him to ask you if you’re okay. so you close your eyes in hopes of him giving up for the day.
but instead you feel the bed sink next to you. his soft hand runs up your covered calf slowly, “did you…” his voice trailed off when he realized that you were still in the same position you were this morning. you hadn’t eaten.
it pained him to have to see you like. the dull expression on your face despite the puffiness around your eyes. for a moment, he feels his throat tightening as he hesitates to say anything to you.
“honey…” no response.
part of him is terrified that his presence is what upsets you most. and an even bigger part of him, fears that you don’t love him anymore. “how much longer am i going to have to see you like this?” he can hear how selfish he sounds.
but whatever response he got out of you was good enough. anything to show him that you still cared. his hand slides across the mattress until he reaches yours that is tucked under your chest. “we can try again, baby…”
the shaky whisper finally makes you look over at him. noticing the thick tears welded up in his eyes. “that’s your solution? trying to replace our…” you can’t even say the word. it gets caught in your throat. looking away before slipping your hand out of his hold.
your next words, he thinks he will never forget.
“jaafar, i know…i know you think you’re helping.”
you let out a shaky breath, looking down at the diamond on your finger.
“but right now, i just resent you.”
the room fell silent.
aye part one. idk where i’m going with this i feel delirious. i’ll edit this one day…in the near future.
description: why did he keep hurting you? will he choose you this time?
there he went again, he was calling. the sound of your phone vibrating on your nightstand was driving you crazy. holding back a sigh as you watch the screen go dark as his call went to voicemail.
the darkness of your room didn't last long. seeing the white glow fall over your four walls from the singular text he sent. you know you shouldn't look. or maybe you should stop pretending like you have no clue how tonight will end.
finally letting out that sigh you'd been holding back all night as you reach for your phone, reading the text twice.
j: baby, can you please answer me? are you home?
before you could open the notification, another text came through. instead of making your heart flutter or your stomach feel like a zoo, it made your blood boil.
j: just leave the door unlocked for me, i'm on my way.
your fingers began typing a second before your vision began to grow blurry. that sinking feeling in your belly that made you feel like you were on the verge of throwing up never left.
you: don't call me that. i don't want to deal with you tonight. so please, just leave me alone
as much as you wanted to call him and yell at him for making you feel this way, you didn't have it in you. you wondered if maybe you just weren't tired enough. how much more could you take of this to keep him around? could you even do that anymore?
your throat was growing tighter and tighter as you clutched your phone in your hand, hoping that for once he'd listen. blinking the thick tears away as you felt the vibrating against your palm. the calls didn't stop. the texts didn't stop.
why couldn't he just stop?
you could feel yourself breaking as you laid there in the dark. a soft cry ripping from your chest as you curled into a ball. he only ever called when they fought. when he needed you to fix whatever part of him she broke. you hoped it would make him realize that you were the one for him.
but instead, he had proposed.
it didn't matter anyway, you were still stupid enough to answer whenever he called. sliding your finger across the screen before placing your phone next to your ear.
"p-please don't come, j. i don't want to see you." you speak slowly in hopes of making sense between your hiccups and cries. closing your eyes tightly as you humiliate yourself yet again, "you're just going to use me and leave..."
his voice was faint over the sounds of the city late at night. "baby, I'm sorry." the slight tremble and slurring of his words make you wonder if he is drunk or crying.
a soft laugh leaves your lips as you flip onto your back. you're still naive enough to think that he'd cry over you. pursing your lips to try and stop them from trembling as you listened.
shaking your head as you reached up to wipe your eyes, "no, you're not. don't do this to me, jaafar. don't do it, please." you're weak when it comes to him and you hate it. what was so special about him? what did jaafar have that others didn't?
why couldn't you choose someone who loved you? who wanted you? and only you?
the sniffle in your ear makes your heart ache. "let me see you, sweetheart. i won't do anything, i just...i need to see you. please?" the pleads continue as you lay there in silence.
"i miss you." he whispered, pulling his phone away from his ear momentarily to check if you were still on the line. placing it back when he saw that you were still there, silent. "and i know you miss me. why do you keep making this hard for us? stop denying yourself. i'm still yours."
he was right. at the end of the day, you were willing to take whatever scraps you could. having some of him was better than none. he was good to you. the worst part was that he knew all about it.
shaking your head, "n-no. don't do this." you pull your phone away, ending the call before he speak any further.
-
the shifting behind you had your eyes fluttering open. feeling the alarming panic start to fill you until you recognized it. the smell of him. the temperature of his body heat as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you flush against his chest.
your lips immediately pressing into a thin line as you tried not to make a noise. eyes gluing onto the clock on your nightstand, 03:56 AM. he came to you.
but that didn't mean he wouldn't be gone in the morning.
as you grew tense, his hold on you tightened. feeling him nuzzling into your neck as you began to sniffle, "let go-let go of me." your voice was shattered. your fingers felt brittle as you began to push his arms off of you. "i don't want to see you."
jaafar's face hid further into your hair, shaking his head. "I know, angel. I'm sorry. fuck, I'm sorry." the breathy apologies had your nails digging into his forearms. and the soft kisses he placed in your hair making you regret resisting him in the first place.
"i hate you." the hiccup that followed made his heart ache. looking down at you as you turned around in his arms. "i know..." his hand coming up to hold your head against his chest. his own warm tears trickling down his temple before landing on the silk cover on your pillow.
"i don't mean to hurt you." he said, taking a moment to lift your face from his chest so he could look at you. even in the darkness, he could make out your features. the ones he once spent hours tracing as you laid on his chest.
you could only sniffle as you looked up at him, the faint red glow lighting his face enough to see the tears in his eyes. "will you stay with me?" how much did you have to pray for him to stay? how many wishes did you have to make for him to realize you were the one for him?
his soft pads of his thumbs began to wipe the thick tears that were trickling down your cheeks as he looked at you. "you know i love you, don't you? I love you." his thumb running over the tender skin of your bottom lip before leaning down to press a soft kiss onto them.
"no, no, no. don't do that. don't lie." you muffle against him, resuming your soft cries. even now, you can't bring yourself to pull away. your arms wrapping around his frame and forcing yourself into his arms all over again.
the sound that your lips make as you pull away was enough to make you sick, "none of you belongs to me anymore. you'll be gone in the morning...and I never want to see you again."
he doesn't love you. jaafar doesn't know what he feels and you hate it.
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alright, I don't wanna talk about it. I hated all of it but I'm pissed that I spent an hour on it.
