⋆˙⟡ jafaar jackson hcs (20 in total) + scenarios ⋆˙⟡ —
꒰ jafaar jackson ﾒ black!fem reader ꒱ mdni 18+
— playlist :
Infrunami - Steve lacy
Come Through and Chill - Miguel (ft. J. Cole)
Alone With You - Tevin Campbell
Doors - Mac Miller
Superpowers - Daniel Caesar
What You Heard - Sonder
Redbone - Childish Gambino
LIKE I WANT U - GIVĒON
Art of War - Avenoir
Searchin - Sonder
Lowkey - Rochelle Jordan
Good Kisser - Usher
He Loves Me (Lyzel in E Flat) - Jill Scott
Sunshine - Steve Lacy (ft. Fousheé)
Options - partynextdoor
this girl wants everything - Isaia Huron
Skin - Mac Miller
a/n - can y'all tell which ones I liked writing about the most..? and btw this has been sitting in my drafts since the 12th of June...🌚
⋆˙⟡ fluff scenarios (sfw) ⋆˙⟡ —
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — when he notices you’re in a mad mood or just having your days, he’s not leaving you alone til you are back in his arms, all giddy. He’s not the type to leave you alone if you have an attitude; he will be open to communicating about what’s wrong and what caused the sudden mood switch. (angst)
scene : "y'okay?" Your boyfriend plopped on the couch next to you, watching the way your arms were crossed tightly together.
You shook your head, with your tongue in your cheek, and huffed before answering him.
A picture of fans touching up all on your boyfriend's abs, like hello? Just take the picture with him and stop touching him, out of respect for you and him.
You picked your phone up from your lap, thigh warm from the screen heating it up. Jafaar saw you searching for an app, Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, Snapchat, whatever—he thought he was going to be the doghouse how furiously you were tapping away on the screen.
He shifted next to you, now sitting straighter than a ruler, taking your facial expression way more seriously than before. As he was going to sigh and wait for you to show him whatever you had to show him, your phone was right in his face, and both of you were silent at the sudden evidence of another woman clearly just wanting to touch him up.
"why bitches touchin' you?" You moved your bundles to the other side of your shoulder, to get a better look at Jafaar's body language.
He bit his lip out of nervousness; he knew your mouth was reckless once you were pissed. He gulped and finally answered. "You can clearly see I didn't reciprocate any physical touch; that was only her."
Jafaar grabbed your phone from you and looked at it like he had never seen it before. "see", he zoomed in on his hand, his hand was floating, never once touching anyone's waist or enduring physical touch with anyone besides you.
"Jafaar—" you sucked your teeth and looked down at your lap, swinging your feet off the couch. "You were smiling—you didn't even tell her or anything!" Jafaar knew you were right; he should've said something. You knew he dealt with some social anxiety and had trouble speaking up against something to not hurt others' feelings, but this? He should've most definitely spoken up.
He hated seeing you like this; jealousy and anger looked cute on you. You looked at your edges being laid, then at your face, and spoke again. "Baby, of course I have to smile, if I don't it'll be off-putting," he argued. He was also right: smiling is the main thing actors have to do, including on the red carpet, in interviews, at autograph sessions, and in Fan selfies.
"Ok, Jafaar.." You rolled your eyes and put your head back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. You still waited for him to apologize, but at the same time, you couldn't stay mad at him for too long because he always knew what to say to make you completely forget about your worries.
"Listen, baby, I would never do anything to hurt you or make you feel like you aren't important. Everybody sees that I love you, I constantly post you on my socials, talk about my family to you, and I admire you and love you, so, so much."
You lifted your head from the headrest of the couch, Jafaar's smile catching your eye. You immediately looked away because you knew you could fold right then and there. He was Shakespeare with the way he sweet-talked; it was completely insane. "I will be more vocal about people touching me that way when people ask for a picture, I promise you."
he added, with his pinky finger waiting for yours to interlink with his.
A vague smile tugged at your frown, your tongue in your cheek to keep you from smiling too hard. Jafaar leaned over to see if you were breaking character, as you looked away, his view was in your peripheral vision, causing you to completely fold.
"y'can't be mad at me for that long, can you?" he teased, while rubbing your waist. His touch made you giggle; your waist and your sides were the most ticklish, and he knew it. "ok, ok stop!" you laughed out loud, squirming on the couch.
You interlinked your pinky with his and shook it while squinting at him teasingly. "Ok now..keep your word," you widened your eyes at him, still with your pinkies interlinked. "I will," he kissed your knuckle and then your glossed lips.
He let go of your pinky and offered to make up for making you feel unappreciated. "want me to take you t'dinner?" he fluttered his long lashes, while shaking your phone in the air, signaling he was going to make a reservation.
"tonight?" you asked. He nodded with a big cheeky smile on his face, "yup, c'mon". He took your hand and ran to the bedroom, "wait!—" you yelled at your boyfriend, tickled by his burst of energy.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — he’ll see you repost something that you want on Instagram, and to begin with, he doesn't know why you do that, because you could come to him and he’ll go get it within a second. No questions asked.
scene : "why'd you not send this to me, honey? Jafaar asked, standing in the doorway of the bedroom holding his phone, showing you your repost, genuinely puzzled.
You hesitated before you said anything else, "uuhh," you put your finger on your lip while swinging your feet in the air. "because I like it." you finished your thought.
"grab the keys and les go," he tucked his phone in his back pocket and walked to the living room. You immediately jumped up off the bed from your lazy lying, "aayyy," you celebrated while slipping on your flipflops, running after Jafaar.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — if he finds a song he likes, he’ll sing it to you, and tell you to add this to the “wedding” playlist on his or your phone. (song: Paradise (feat. Amerie)
scene : Jafaar brought you into the living room, dancing and twirling you around while singing the lyrics.
"if you need me, baby, I'm for real," he sang, "the rest of your life I'll take you to paradise," "(paradise is very nice)." You both sang together, foreheads nearly touching from excitement.
After the song was done, Jafaar pointed to you, out of breath. "add—" Jafaar said breathily, out of breath from all the dancing. "this to the 'wedding' playlist." he went to get some water from the fridge.
You laughed at how out of breath he was, and you weren't nearly as winded as he was.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — had made multiple songs about you and never released them because he wants them for you and your ears only once he officially asked you if he could be your boyfriend. Plus, he made an album strictly for you and mailed it to your house since he was currently busy and couldn’t deliver it himself with a bow wrapped around it, including a “just because” gift.
scene : "check your front door 🤗," popped up as a message at the top of your phone screen from "Jafy taffy 🫶🏾 👩🏾❤️💋👨🏽". You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. As you walked to your front door, you texted him back, "okay.."
you swung your front door open, with an hung box right there. You struggled to get inside but it was completely worth it.
A huff came from your lips from you breaking into a sweat from the weight of the box, you immediately grabbed a knife to open up the box.
A grin spread on your face, because no one else has ever done this for you, surprising you with gifts?? hello..
You slashed the box trap with the knife gently, not wanting to damage anything in the box. The box began to come undone. You forced the box open, a plastic-wrapped album with your boyfriend's face on it, of him looking to the right side while biting down on a necklace that has your name on it, jawline defined.
Your breath hitched at the sight of your boyfriend. The pretty pink bow was wrapped around the plastic, making you giggle at how cute this was.
A sticky note just below the bow was written in black pen, "This album is dedicated to you because you're always there for me, always hype me up at my lowest, you get me how I get you, my angel. I would love to spend the rest of my days with you. So, can I, Jafaar Jackson, be your loving boyfriend <3?"
"oh m geeee," you were showing all 32, jaws probably gonna fall off the bone from how hard you were smiling. You always wanted Jafaar as your boyfriend, he treated you like no other man ever would, as a bestfriend, and now as the best man in your life.
You were shaking, out of excitement, of course, you jumped up and down and in circles, holding the album to your chest. You instantly texted your best friend.
You weren't even worried about what else was in the box; you just knew that you weren't single anymore, being cuffed by the finest man was already enough.
But you just opened the box again out of curiosity to see what else he sent you. He sent you the purse you have been wanting; you were posting about this purse everywhere; he had to be taking notes.
A gasp took you back, you backed away from the box out of shock, you looked in the back again to make sure you weren't dreaming. Your mouth was wide open, your hands and everything were still shaking, and you were so jittery with shock and gratefulness.
You immediately texted back your new boyfriend, sending him a voice message because you physically couldn't text Jafaar out of exuberance.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — if you're doing something you love or just being your true authentic self, he is pulling out his phone so quickly to catch this beautiful moment, either taking a photo or a video to look back on. He’ll even sneak in a few compliments as his voice pops up here and there in the background of videos.
scene : You were strutting in front of Jafaar in with a cute little dress in downtown Chicago; all you heard were cars driving by, and of course your heels that you brought.
He loved how confident you were, no matter what the situation was or where you were at.
Jafaar always knew he bagged the baddest of them all, you knew you were that girl; no one could tell you otherwise.
“we downtownnn!” you puckered your lips at your phone as you were also recording. You pointed at Jafaar behind you, smiling big as ever.
Each step made him even more obsessed, the way your ruffles were sashaying back and forth, brushing against your ass.
“Pheww” Jafaar complimented. You looked back at him to see what he was talking about, hol time he was really eye-fucking you.
You knew you looked bad as hell, the hair style, the dress, the heels—and don’t forget that ass that completed the look.
Jafaar laughed when he saw you turn around, blinded by your face card. “You look so good, princess,” he complimented again as he zoomed in on your outfit, scanning you head to toe.
Your head turned back to your phone, geeking with your tongue sticking out from the pet name. “Y’all heard that?” You played with your hair as you asked your ‘audience’ on your phone.
Instagram really was your audience, since you and Jafaar post the majority of y’all’s content on there.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — when you guys bake together, it's like he can never focus, he's always touching on you, pressing his finger tips on your waist through your apron. Knowing you are very ticklish in that area by your stomach always makes you giggle like a little kid.
scene : The smell of vanilla bean and brown sugar aroma was floating around in your guy's kitchen—the best.
The scent of vanilla reminds him of you, head snuggled in your neck as you rolled up cookies in your hand, smiling at the way his hands crept up on your waist. "Jafaar—baby." You giggled as he began to play with fingers on your waist like it was a piano. He laughed into your neck, warm breath against your necklace.
"don't start, y'know, I have this shit in my hands." You looked back at him, and he looked like a happy puppy that just wanted to play with their owner. "we can always—bake cookies another time," he whispered in your neck while pressing and kissing up and down your neck, eventually making it to your collarbone.
You gasped as his soft lips made their way to your collarbone. Good thing you were done rolling your assigned cookies, because you would've never had chocolate chip cookies for a while.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — as a college graduation gift for achieving things in life and overcoming hardships, he brought you a dog! He took you and your new fur baby to pet stores to buy them treats and even stopped to get a pup cup. Y’all both agreed to name it Minnie or Binky.
scene : The day after your ceremony, he brought you to an empty park, music playing in the background, and a nice picnic date.
You knew something was up, but why wouldn't something be up when he has a girlfriend as beautiful as you?
He was feeding you strawberries, and then asked if you would hold one and brought a blindfold out of his pocket. "can I put this on you real quick?" You immediately chuckled at how he had the blindfold on him like that.
"oh my—baby, stop, m'gonna start cryinggg." You knew something big was coming; it was never small with him, no matter the situation or place. "Nooo, don't mess up your makeup. Save the tears for later," he kissed your hand and got up from the blanket underneath him.
As you heard him get up and the grass moving beneath you, it almost sent you. You took a deep breath to stop yourself from breaking down immediately right there.
You felt the music get a bit louder behind you, muffling out Jafaar coming back to sit beside you. "Jafaar—" you said, as you reached for your blindfold over your eyes and froze in place. "You can take it off now," you can feel the exuberance in his tone.
Your hands were shaking when you started taking the blindfold off. When you took it off, you slowly opened your eyes from your lashes slightly, smashed down, a fluffy figure in Jafaar's arms caught your eyes immediately.
"JAFAAR—NO?!" You immediately covered your mouth, then your eyes, showing your shaking lips. "aww, baby," he set the dog down in your lap and gave you a hug to stop you from completely ruining your mug.
But, of course you couldn't hold it together, tears of joy came flowing down like a waterfall. Jafaar immediately grabbed a napkin closest to him and patted underneath your eyes.
"say hiii, buddyyy," he said in a baby voice to your new dog, petting his head. The dog was just as happy to see you, tag wagging and tongue licking your elbows. Even after Jafaar patted away your tears, some were still rushing down your face as you picked up the dog in your arms.
"I love you so much," you kissed Jafaar on his lips and his cheek as he was admiring you and the dog. You kissed the dog afterwards, and began crying even harder, and how cute their face was.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — Everytime you and he are out for dinner and you take a picture (inspo) or video of your food, he always assists you and him to hold hands in the picture—like everybody doesn’t know who’s paying for it lol.
scene : "mmm..this food looks so good, y'all." You spoke to yourself as you roamed the table with your phone, showing all the food—well, some of the food.
Jafaar peeked under the camera, waving and got up laughing. You immediately stopped recording.
"yo—I'm tryna take pictures of the food so I can eat," you said with slight annoyance in your voice. "girl, go ahead and eat, atleast them people know who's paying," he winked and took a bite out of his food.
He was right, but at the end of the day, who else would you be going on a date with?
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — if you guys are at an outing and your outfits matches a scenery outside, he will stop you immediately and want to take pictures of you. Content for the both of you were very important, especially the girls—instagram highlights be turning damn near into dots. He loves to take the pictures of his baby girl anyway—he’s no fuss.
scene : You were wearing an outfit that matched a graffiti wall, and jafaar didn't notice until he removed his shades.
"wow, wow, come back," he gestured for you to come back. You walk backwards and stare at what Jafaar is staring at.
"wait—" you said to yourself—Your man knows you so well.
"yup c'mere and lemme take a picture of you." he bit his bottom lip as he watched you walk up to the wall, admiring you before he took his phone out.
"yuuupp, pose just like that," he was your biggest hypeman when it came to taking your photos.
People were of course, hyping you up as they passed by, and even kids (how cute 🥹).
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — you once told him to start taking off-guard pictures of you and he listened immediately, you’re pretty caught on guard and off-guard, photogenic would be the word. He would always barely move while taking these because he didn’t want to disturb your peace without you noticing he was actually taking a picture of you to make it seem candid.
scene : Jafaar took you to Japan for your last birthday you had too much to the point you didn't even what time it was, and it showed.
You looked so pretty in your kimono; he got someone to personally make it. Your name was embroidered on the obi.
While you were sitting in your kimono, you were sitting, looking into the distance, and just feeling the breeze brush across your face.
Jafaar immediately pulled out his phone, but not too quickly to make noise. The way your puff on your head flowed in the wind mezmorized your boyfriend.
He took a picture, making sure he had gotten all the right angles, he would've take one-hundred if he could.
'y'look so pretty, baby," your boyfriend cooed, after he took the pictures.
You got out of your zoning out as he kissed your cheek and handed you his phone to see the finishing product.
⋆˙⟡ smut scenarios (nsfw) ⋆˙⟡ —
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — when you wear little pjs shorts around the house, some of your ass cheeks hang out the bottom, you have a lot of ass. So, of course, Jafaar is going to be gazing at you the whole time while following you around the house. He’ll be touching your ass, and potentially a lil slap on your ass here and there; but he can get carried away sometimes..
scene : You came out of the bathroom that morning, teeth freshly brushed and face freshly faced. But, your lips?–Phew, you loved how they were slightly bigger during mornings.
Jafaar was always a morning person, making sure he's up before you to get his day started and to greet his princess in the mornings with breakfast.
You were lowkey still waking up, you stretched at the end of the hallway and then sluggishly walked to the kitchen, meeting Jafaar's sweet smile on his face and his eyes hooked to your ass. "I made breakfast for you, enjoy, baby," he watched you walk around the counter.
As you approached him, you gave him a side hug and kissed him on his lips. He noticed how plumped they were this morning and made the kiss longer than usual. "alright, alright, I'm hungry, shit," you pulled away from the kiss.
"mmm, someone got an attitude," Jafaar teased. You rolled your eyes and proceeded to eat, "thanks f'the breakfast," a small smile spreaded on your face as you took a bite.
Jafaar was now behind you, leaning on the sink, just admiring what's all his. "yeah..ur'welcome" he said hesitantly, clearly mesmerized by what's in front of him.
"y'look so good this morning," Jafaar said as his eyes widened while his head shook back and forth. You paused from eating and looked back at him. You knew what he meant, but you also wanted to tease. "d'fuck is that 'pose to mean?"
Jafaar looked up from your ass and answered, "I meant—you look good every morning, but it's just morning in specific," his eyes lit up with sparkles as his eyes met yours, caught in a daze.
"mhm," you replied, now leaning over the counter, with your back slightly arched. Jafaar hissed at the sight as he started to walk up on you, his crotch meeting your ass, and bumping you forward.
He sent your ass a soft smack a few times, watching it recoil off of his hand, and then he grabbed on to each of your thighs and kissed the inner of them, causing a low whimper to escape you.
Your boyfriend knew how to get that mind up and running; all he needed was his lips.
He then hooked his finger in the waist of your shorts and then walked off, "enjoy your food then come meet me in the room,"
You both met each other's faces, both of you had a smirk on yall's faces.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — he is such a whiner, and that's what you adore the most about your boyfriend. You'll be all dolled up to go out with your friends after you've been teasing him all that morning. You look so good—who could blame him? His hands are all over you, steadily going up your thighs and whispering things in your ears, trying to convince you to stay inside just for tonight as he caresses and kisses your brown skin with tenderness.
scene : "babe, m'going to see my best friendddss, we've been p-planing this for so long," you attempted to push Jafaar off of you. His grip on your ass was tight, and his face was buried in your chest.
"k'well tell 'em you'll be late then," he whined and grunted while he picked up onto the counters. "you just look so good right now to not just get a lil quickie in," he said, then went in instantly for a sloppy kiss.
You felt your panties getting soaked as he caressed your waist and rubbed up and down, kind of tickling you. You felt your lip combo being ruined, and probably the rest of your makeup. He bit on your bottom lip, and you let out a slow moan at the tugging.
He lifted your dress and pulled down your thong you were wearing, seeing your arousal messing up your panties. "see, I knew you didn't wanna go," he said, then slowly going on his knees and scooting you to the edge.
"They're gonna be calling me asking where I'm at Ja—" you complained, then were immediately cut off by Jafaar shushing you "shhh, lemme just get a taste,", then wrapping himself around your aching clit.
"mm, wait—" you were pushing away his head, and he wouldn't budge, his licks and sucks got more aggressive the more he thought about you going out and other men seeing you look this good.
"move your hand," he muffled into your pussy, and you followed orders. Your moans started getting louder and harder to control, chest heaving at the way his tongue worked his magic on your clit like he was a magician.
A buzzing sound came from the phone that was sitting on the side of you. You hesitated to pick up the phone because a phone call never stopped Jafaar from getting what he wanted—which was you.
"Jafaar," you whined out and attempted to pull away from his mouth, acting as a suction cup. "I think this is—this is them," your best friend's contact picture was on the screen, her call waiting to be answered. "answer it," he said, still not fully letting up from your cunt.
You whined out and answered the phone, nervous to even say anything first. "hey girl! where you at?" your friend asked on the other line. "uhhh—nggh," good thing it was music playing in the background, or she would've heard how much of a moaning mess you really were.
"M-m'just now..shit...on the way," you said into the speaker, trying to sound civil and put together. "sooo," you cried out before you covered your mic to let out a pornographic moan. You were so close to having an orgasm, and being on the phone didn't make it any better.
"well ok, drinks are here, see you when you get here. Drive safe, I love you," your friend said, getting silence as an answer as you were so into the moment of Jafaar between your legs, still eating away as your legs were actively shaking around his head.
"I-I love you too, *their name*" you hung up the phone and threw it on the counter with no care where it was gonna land. "no no, Jafaar—m'bout to cum," your moans echoed off your walls when his pace got faster, and he added a finger.
"I know, baby," he said, pulling away just enough to say that, and went back deep in your cunt and rubbing on your thigh. Your mouth was salivating at the thought of finishing his mouth, even though you deeply wanted to hang out with your friends because you hadn't seen them in weeks, and now, you might have to shower again.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — he is not ashamed of loving you in public, no matter who is watching. For example, you'll be at your favorite store trying on hella clothes in the mirror in front of you. Jafaar would be waiting outside the changing room for you to come out and show him—he loves surprises. To see the way your clothes hug your curves just right is enough for him to be gobsmacked. You would do a little twirl, with your braids brushing against your shorts as you bent over with your ass facing him, seeing the fabric stretch from your plump ass.
scene : : "Do these look good on me, bae?" You came strutting out of the dressing room, dramatically pulling the curtain back. Jafaar's eyes immediately shot up from his phone when he heard your voice.
You walked towards him with your jean shorts on and then turned around on his lap and gave him a little dance, grinding on his bulge.
"don't start 'somethin you can't finish," he grabbed your waist and looked up at you. You hummed and turned around to face him and held onto his shoulders, "well—maybe, I want that to happen," you looked down into his lap and slowly tracked your eyes up to his.
...
You went to a party that same night with those shorts, your boyfriend was hypnotized the entire night and couldn't keep his hand off of you. He was already a bit intoxicated, which made him even more horny than before.
He dragged you to the nearest bathroom and started kissing all over your arms and neck.
"I love how these jeans look on you," he lifted you up on the sink. "oh, yeah?" you replied back playfully. He complimented you and continued to pull your shorts down and put them over his shoulder. "lemme feel you, please," he begged while cupping your face.
Now, your ass was met with the coldness of the sink, making you gasp. He removed your panties shortly after and unzipped his pants. Your eyes met his hard cock, trying to escape his pants, creating a wet spot.
He pulled his dick out of his pants and slipped into you. You both moaned at him inserting himself. As soon as he got comfortable, he instantly sped up his pace, nearly rocking the sink beneath you. "Jafaar—shiiit," you moaned while holding onto the sink and the wall to keep your balance.
You pulled him into a kiss to muffle your moans so nobody would hear you say out-of-pocket stuff, but you were pretty sure everyone who was there was at least drunk of some sort.
He pulled away from the kiss and dived into your neck, "you...you feel s'good, baby." He really couldn't get his composure when he's with you, nor can he when he's in you—especially when you're wearing clothes hugs your curves just right.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — sometimes if he's away for filming purposes and he misses your presence, he'll go through his folder on his photo app and look at pictures of your back arch in front of him while y'all were having sex. He might send you a pic/video or two in invisible ink while he's in front of his bathroom mirror with no shame.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — If he came home from a stressful day of filming or interviews, he would kiss you all over, telling how much he needed you there, but you were also busy with business things. You would offer to do something for him to release any stress, to make it up for not being there. He would deny it once because he knew you had no choice but to stay home and deal with business. But he folds under pressure when you just ask one more time with such puppy eyes. And idk...seeing him all tired and overworked did something to you—Acts of service is everything, right?
scene : Jafaar came home after being in front of cameras all day, finally returning to his woman. Your eyes shot up from your computer over your blue light glasses, and your mouth opened, then formed into a big smile. You missed your man all day—since he has been gone since this morning.
You immediately got up from the table you were sitting at and ran to him at the front door. "mmm, I missed you!" you said, then kissed him on his lips and neck.
His hair was a bit frizzy and messy—which you liked. He dropped the bag he was holding and picked you up with his two big hands, palming each of your ass cheeks.
"I missed you, too," he said as he smiled into the kiss, carrying you to the couch. Honestly, finishing your work on your computer was the last thing on your mind because of how good he looks.
He sat you down on the couch and started to walk away to the kitchen. "where y'goin?" You sat up on the couch, following him with your eyes. "washing my hands," He looked back with a small smirk, as he rolled up his jacket sleeve. You got up from the couch and jogged after him, almost slipping on the wooden floor from your socks.
"m'sorry I couldn't be there with you, Jafaar," you apologized as you leaned on the cold refrigerator to the side, as you watched him turn on the water.
You waited for his response as you started to gnaw on your bottom lip, anxious for an answer. "it's okaayy, I promise you," Jafaar said in a sarcastic tone, since he knew you were overly apologetic when it came to him.
He washed his hands and turned off the water, now going to grab a towel. You were still leaned against the fridge, still pouting because you wanted to make it up to him.
Once he dried off his hands completely he came to you bringing you into a firm hug with his hands tightly around your waist. His face was resting in your neck and he just sat there for a moment before he spoke again “heyy don’t feel bad, we both know you couldn’t be there.” he pushed up your glasses to rest on your nose bridge.
“Yeahh, I know that, but—can I make it up to you?” You leaned back just enough to look him in his eyes as your arms were wrapped around his neck. You raised an eyebrow while waiting on him to say something. He laughed and shock his head, he could read you like a book every time.
“Now, baby, you don’t need t-” he cooed with a smirk, even when he knew you wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Aht, Aht, c’mon let’s go.” You grabbed his hands as your thumb brushed against his veins and ran towards the bathroom in your shared bedroom.
“Shower tiiimmeee!” You held his hands as you jumped around in a circle, just happy to pleasure your man. He laughed at your excitement as you spun him around.
Jafaar went to go turn on the shower and set it to a warm temperature and signaled you to come here with his index finger. He pulled you in for a kiss as his hands were behind his back as he started to strip out of his hoodie.
You both needed to be unclothed, so you pulled away from the kiss and helped him. Your lip was between your teeth as you saw his abs being hidden from his shirt and hoodie, same as his big dick being hidden away from you under his boxers.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — when you both get carried away at a night out with friends, spit is exchanged, and drinks were most definitely had. Jafaar gets really touchy whenever he's under the influence of alcohol, like he was in this moment. He's a noisy man in your ear. The backseat of his new Cadillac Escalade, with some Partynextdoor and Childish Gambino playing on speaker on low volume, is your best friend for the night.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — You, being in a very close proximity to him, would wiggle your ass on his lap, while also swaying your hips, pushing against his bulge if he was too busy while reading a book—good thing he finished his chapter tho! He also admits that his dick gets hard whenever you praise him in his face or even press the smallest kisses on his neck and collarbone in his lap.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — before a major part of the Michael movie, the set is chaotic, bustling with his team walking past his door, yelling orders to each other, before he has to come out for another scene. He had about fifteen to twenty minutes break before his next wardrobe change, and he used it to lock you in his dressing room and touch all over you.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — Jafaar would see you working hard on your MacBook for two hours straight with barely any breaks; he would walk past you constantly, nervously pacing because he didn't want to disturb your work ethic. He wants to give you a break for working so hard, knowing you have a meeting in ten minutes.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — yall were invited to a party, and you were wearing the most revealing outfit ever, you were leaning over talking to a man—you were clearly tipsy, Jafaar was eyeing you having that conversation for a while now—slowly getting jealous and impatient. He could tell you the alcohol was settling in your system, getting all loose. Your tits were nearly going to slip out of your dress *in orange*, and while you were bent over, you whore a thong on purpose to be more comfortable with your dress. Your ass was nearly revealed; all someone had to do was look down and see your plump ass trying to escape from underneath your dress.
⋆˙⟡ ྀི — he loves eating you out to the point that you're a crying, squirming, whimpering, moaning, whining, MESS. And of course, he'll reassure you that you can keep going just for him and be the good girl that you are.