after spending nearly two years of watching the process of jaafar become his uncle for the new biopic, a quiet night at the studio turns into something far more intimate when he asks you to hear a special recording made just for you.
now playing: the lady in my life - michael jackson
the studio smelled like vanilla and melted candle wax, the kind of scent that settled deep into your clothes after sitting somewhere too long. dim amber lights glowed low against the walls, reflecting off the soundboard and the scattered glasses sitting near the speakers. outside, the city was quiet through the tinted windows but in here, everything felt still. warm. private.
for the past year, you had watched jaafar slowly disappear into this role.
not all at once.
little by little.
you remembered waking up at three in the morning to find him sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at choreography clips on mute while the rest of the room stayed dark.
“baby,” you whispered sleepily one night, “come lay down.”
he didn’t even look away from the screen at first.
“i almost got it,” he murmured quietly. “i just gotta get this one part right.”
you remembered nights he’d come home exhausted, voice raspy from recording for hours straight. nights where he’d sit at the edge of the bed watching old music videos with this frustrated look on his face, trying to perfect every tiny detail. nights where he’d stand in front of the bathroom mirror too long, still dressed halfway in costume makeup, studying himself like he was trying to figure out where michael ended and jafaar began.
and every single time, you reminded him who he was beneath all of it.
he never forgot how you were there for him, every step of the way. encouraging him, loving him, caring for him.
but somehow, watching him work only made you fall deeper in love with him.
because nobody saw the parts you did.
nobody saw the way he’d finally crack a tired smile after nailing a difficult scene. the way he’d look at you immediately afterward like a little kid waiting to see if you were proud of him. nobody saw the way his whole face softened when he laughed for real — not the practiced smiles for cameras or interviews, but the genuine ones that made his eyes crease and his shoulders loosen.
you loved his smile more than anything.
especially after long days.
because sometimes he’d come home so exhausted you could see the weight sitting on him before he even spoke. but then you’d say something stupid on purpose just to hear him laugh, and there it was again — that warm, crooked smile that made your chest tighten every single time.
you remembered one night after rehearsal when he collapsed dramatically across the couch with a groan.
“baby,” he mumbled, eyes closed, “if i moonwalk one more time tonight i might actually pass away.”
you laughed so hard you nearly dropped your food. “lol please be serious honey.”
he embraced you then looked over at you with that sleepy grin.
and god.
that smile.
you swore it ruined your life a little.
because even during the hardest parts of filming, when he was stressed and overwhelmed and disappearing into the role more every day, there were still these quiet moments where jafaar would shine through so naturally it made you fall for him all over again.
like when he’d randomly start dancing with you in the kitchen at two in the morning while waiting for leftovers to heat up.
or when he’d look over at you during rehearsals and mouth “help me” dramatically if the choreography got too difficult.
or the way he smiled every single time you kissed him before filming like it gave him just enough strength to get through the day.
and tonight, sitting here curled into the leather couch of the jackson’s personal studio with a glass of wine resting against your thigh, you realized maybe he never forgot those moments either.
he kept glancing at you nervously from across the studio like he had something sitting heavy on his chest.
his black sweats hung low on his waist, curls slightly misplaced like he’d been running his hands through them all night. gold chains caught softly under the candlelight every time he moved.
“baby what’s the matter?” you asked, beginning to grow concerned.
“okay,” he took a breath and rubbed his hands together, “don’t laugh, alright?”
you smiled immediately at his nervousness. “why would i laugh?”
“because this is kind of corny but,” he pressed a button. soft synths filled the room first. “i recorded this special. just for you.”
your entire body stilled. because you knew that intro anywhere. your favorite song since you were nine years old.
then his voice. jaafar’s voice.
smooth. warm. vulnerable.
it was the lady in my life.
he had subtly altered certain parts of it. your name was concealed within harmonies, and some lyrics were rewritten in a gentle manner to compliment your story. but it was still your favorite song in the world.
and somehow… even while singing his uncle’s song, he had never been more himself.
not michael. not the performer. not the legend.
just jaafar.
your jaafar.
he stayed standing near the soundboard, fingers tapping anxiously against the edge while the song played through the speakers.
you looked over at him and he was watching you. nervously. like your reaction meant everything.
by the final chorus, tears blurred your vision completely. then the song faded out slowly.
you covered your mouth, laughing through tears. “jaafar…”
he rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “i know it’s cheesy—”
“no,” you interrupted instantly. “no, baby… that was beautiful.”
his shoulders relaxed for half a second before he exhaled hard. he walked toward you slowly, emotion already written all over his face.
“the song was amazing, thank you so much my love.” you grabbed his face lightly, bringing him in closer to kiss him sweetly on the lips.
“this whole process…” he said quietly, voice shaking, “it changed me. there were moments i didn’t even know who i was anymore. i spent so much time trying to become somebody else that i forgot to take care of myself.”
“but you…” he continued, “you loved me through every version. when i was stressed, when i was distant, when i felt like i didn’t have anymore to give… you stayed. you poured into me when i needed it the most.”
he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black velvet box.
you gasped immediately.
“everybody keeps asking me what the best part of this journey was,” he whispered. “and the truth is… it was coming home to you.”
he opened the box and the oval diamond ring caught the candlelight as he dropped down onto one knee.
you started crying before he could even finish.
“baby,” he flashed that million dollar smile, tears in his own eyes now, “will you make me the happiest man on earth and let me spend the rest of my life loving you, cherishing you, showing up for you, the way you did for me through all this?”
you were already nodding repeatedly.
“yes,” you cried. “yes, a thousand times yes.”
his hands shook slightly as he slid the ring onto your finger, both of you staring at it for a second like the moment didn’t even feel real yet.
then suddenly he stood up and pulled you into him so fast you nearly knocked over the candles beside the couch.
you both laughed breathlessly as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
his forehead rested against yours while the instrumental of the song replayed softly in the background.
“my fiancée,” he whispered, smiling so hard it made your chest ache.
“my fiancée,” you repeated. you both could not stop grinning at each other. this was officially one of the best days of your life.
looking down at the ring again before glancing back up at him. “i need you to send me this version asap.”
jaafar pulled you even closer by your waist until your bodies pressed together completely.
“how about,” he murmured against your lips, “i just sing it to you for the rest of our lives?”
warnings - smut, established relationship, missionary, mating press, jaafar takes polaroids of you, he talks you through it, pet names (sweet girl, good girl, baby, princess ), hand holding, soft!dom jaafar, slight breeding kink.. uhh slight nipple sucking, pwp!
a/n : i need him so bad omfg.
“Come here,” he said quietly, shifting so he could pull you fully into his lap.
You straddled him your arms looping around his neck as you leaned down to kiss him.
It started slow, lips moving together with no rush, no urgency just the build of wanting each other more with every shared breath.
His tongue traced your lower lip before slipping inside. The kiss deepened naturally, hands exploring. You could feel him hardening beneath you, but he didn’t push.
He let the moment stretch, savoring the way your fingers tangled in his curls, the way your hips shifted just enough to create friction.
When you pulled back for air, he rested his forehead against yours.
“Been thinking about this all day,” he admitted. “Not just sex. Just… being close to you like this. Feeling you.” His hands slid up your back under your shirt, skin to skin.
You kissed him again, slower this time, and he responded with equal tenderness. The sofa creaked as you both moved around, making him chuckle against your mouth.
“Maybe we should move before this thing breaks under us.”
Laughing softly, you stood, taking his hand to pull him up with you. He followed without hesitation, letting you lead him down the short hallway to your shared bedroom.
When you both got to the doorway, he paused, pulling you back against him for another kiss, this one hungrier.
Inside the room, he guided you to the bed with gentle hands, never breaking contact. You sat on the edge of the bed, and he knelt between your legs.
“Can I?” he asked, fingers already at the button of your pants. You nodded, lifting your hips so he could slide them down along with your underwear.
He took his time, kissing your thighs, his breath warm against you. Once you were bare from the waist down, he stood and stripped off his own shirt.
He kicked off his pants next, leaving him in boxers that did little to hide his arousal. Climbing onto the bed, he pulled you with him until you were both lying side by side.
His hand found your cheek, turning your face toward him. “Tell me if anything feels off, okay? I want this to be good for you.” The concern was real, part of who he was the sweet soul who always checked in.
“It’s already good. You’re here.”
Kissing you again, he rolled you gently onto your back and settled between your legs.
He didn’t rush to remove the rest of your clothes or his own. Instead, he kissed down your neck, sucking lightly at the spot that always made you gasp, his hands roaming your sides.
When he finally pulled your shirt off and bra off, he paused to admire you, his eyes clouded with want but soft with affection.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing the valley between your breasts before taking one nipple into his mouth.
His tongue circled slowly, and you arched into him, your fingers gripping his head.
He switched to the other side, giving it equal attention, while one hand slid between your legs.
Two fingers slipped inside you with ease, curling just right as his thumb circled your clit. He watched your face the entire time, adjusting pressure and speed based on every little reaction.
Your moans filled the room as he worked you open, preparing you with patience.
“That’s it,” he encouraged softly. “Let me hear you.”
When your hips started to buck against his hand, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean.
He shed his boxers next, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He positioned himself between your legs again, the head of his cock brushing against your entrance but not pushing in yet.
Instead, he leaned down, bracing himself on his forearms so his body covered yours without crushing you.
He kissed you deeply, then pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “Ready for me?”
You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. He guided himself inside you slowly, inch by inch, watching your face for any sign of discomfort.
The stretch was familiar and perfect, filling you completely once he was fully seated.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” He groaned, forehead resting against yours as he started to move in long, slow thrusts. Each one dragged against your inner walls just right, building pleasure.
His hands found yours, fingers interlacing as he gently pinned them beside your head. His big palms engulfed your hands.
“The way your gripping me right now… so wet, so warm. I can feel every little flutter when I bottom out. You’re making such a mess on my cock, already baby.” He whispered into your ear.
You squeezed his hands in return, your voice coming out breathy. "It feels so good."
He unlinked your hands so he could reach over and open the nightstand drawer. The familiar click and slide of wood followed, and he pulled out the old Polaroid camera he kept there just for such moments.
The weight of it settled in his palm as he brought it into view.
He angled the lens downward, capturing the exact moment his thick shaft disappeared between your soaked folds. The shutter clicked, the mechanical whirring filling the air as the photo slid out.
"I want to remember exactly how you look right now, spread open and dripping around my cock."
Your walls fluttered at his words, another moan slipping free.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.”
He lifted the polaroid again, this time angling it from the side to catch the way your body rocked with each stroke.
The flash went off, and the photo ejected with that same soft whir. Jaafar groaned at the sight on the developing square before tossing it onto the sheets, focusing back on you, his hips never faltering.
“I love documenting how good you look stretching around me.” He said, hips rolling so you could feel the full drag before he sank deep again. “How you take every inch of me like this.”
Your eyes started to close as the pleasure built your lashes felt heavy.
That slow grind against that perfect spot inside you made it hard to focus on anything else.
He noticed immediately, his free hand coming up to cradle your jaw.
“C’mon, open those pretty eyes,” he urged softly, picking up the camera again, thumb stroking your cheek.
“Look at the camera for me, baby. I want to capture exactly how you look when I’m making love to you like this.”
You tried really tried, but another deep thrust made your lids drop again, a shaky whimper escaping. “I… I can’t… you feel too good. My eyes keep closing.”
His voice stayed gentle but firm, hips speeding up a bit. “I know it feels good, but I need you to look right here.” He tapped the lens lightly against your thigh.
“Open those pretty eyes. Let me see them while I take this one.”
You forced them open, vision hazy with pleasure, as you met the camera’s gaze he snapped another shot.
“That’s it. Good girl. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
He set the camera down for a moment, both hands returning to your body as he folded your legs higher. The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper with each slow stroke, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every roll of his hips.
“Feel that? How deep I am now? You’re swallowing me whole, princess.”
You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Yes, fuck! Right there.” You whined, all the pleasure making your eyes roll back.
He smiled, leaning down to kiss you. His tongue matched the rhythm of his hips. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, but he didn’t speed up. He wanted this to last.
Your free hand roamed his back, nails scraping when he hit that perfect spot inside you. He moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through the both of you.
“Right there?” he asked, angling his hips to repeat the motion. You nodded, and he focused there.
Jaafar grabbed the polaroid again, angling it to catch your face as ecstasy etched across your features.
"Eyes on the lens. C'mon, open those pretty eyes."
You managed to look vision blurred, as he captured the moment.
He snapped more close-ups of his cock sliding in and out, strings of your wetness stretching between you, your face twisted in pleasure with your mouth open in a moan.
"You’re so nasty letting me photograph you while I’m balls deep,” he said, throwing the camera aside again. "Doing so good for me. Gonna fill you up and watch it leak out.”
The pleasure coiled tighter with every deep thrust, his fingers laced with yours again as he guided you closer to the edge.
“I’m getting close,” you moaned.
“Sweet girl, I know but hold on a little longer,” he whispered, his voice thick with love and lust. His hips rolled deep, grinding just right.
His words were soft but commanding, his lips brushing your ear as he kept the same rhythm, refusing to let you tip over.
A broken moan escaped your lips. “I’m trying… you just feel so good.”
He kissed just below your ear. “I know, baby. And you’re taking it so well. My perfect muse, all spread open soaking my cock.”
“I want you to remember exactly how this feels how full you are, how wet you sound. Gonna look at those photos later and stroke myself thinking about the way you moaned for me.”
Your breath hitched as pleasure coiled tighter. He noticed the flutter around his cock and the way your thighs started to tremble.
“Look at that,” he murmured, eyes flicking down to watch himself disappear inside you again and again. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”
You whimpered, your nails digging into his biceps. “Jaafar, I can’t hold on much longer… please.”
One hand slid under your lower back, lifting your hips while the other kept a wrist pinned your beside your head. "Just a little more," he murmured. "Feel every inch. I want you to remember how good we fit."
You arched into him, "Don’t stop talking to me."
His hips snapped forward slightly faster, the wet sound of your bodies filling the room growing louder. “Such a messy girl,” he said, grinding against your clit with each roll.
“You’re creaming all over me, soaking the sheets.”
He leans down, his mouth finding yours in a messy kiss, swallowing all your moans.
"I love you so much," he whispered against your lips between thrusts. "My sweet girl. My perfect, filthy muse."
You whined, your legs trembling as they rested over his shoulders. “I’m getting so close. Keep going, just like that.”
The position kept you pinned, legs spread wide, completely open to him. Jaafar’s eyes stayed locked on where you joined, occasionally flicking up to meet yours.
You felt your orgasm approaching fast, fed by the eye contact and his constant stream of praises. "You’re everything," he murmured.
"Every time I’m inside you, I remember how lucky I am. Come for me, let me feel it."
His thumb pressed on your clit, and your climax crashed through you, body shaking as you clenched around him.
As it hit, your whole body arched into him, and he groaned at the tight squeeze around his cock. "That’s it, come for me, good girllll."
“Let it all out. I’ve got you,” he murmured, kissing your jaw.
"Fuck..Jaafar!" you cried out, voice breaking as your pussy pulsed hard around his cock.
He followed soon after, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt coming with a low, drawn-out moan. He stayed close, forehead to yours, breathing through his release while still holding you tight.
He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, and your lips after a few seconds. "You okay?" he asked.
You nodded, smiling up at him. "More than okay. That was whew… I love when you talk me through it like that."
He chuckled softly. "Good. Because I’m not done yet."
A/n: i stay getting lazy at the end lmaooo but ENJOY <3
warnings ྀི :: fluff but heavily smut…! daddy kink, cunnilings, fingering, foreplay (if you squint), hickey play, hair pulling, making out, & rough sex 🧁 ྀི .
It was 7:30 at night, you just got the call from your boyfriend Jafaar who needed you at the studio for something. You were very suspicious, but was very excited to see him and his work because you know he has been working hard these past couple weeks..just for you. While getting ready, you’re smiling to yourself in your vanity getting dolled up, cheeks hurting from smiling too much at your self and the thought of him. The snippet of his song playing from your phone did not make it any better, you then get a call from Jafaar again. You pick up the phone with quickness, your long nails clacking against the screen to swipe the button across the screen to answer. “hey baby!” You blurred out before him.
He admires you on FaceTime before he answers back, “hii..” with his head tilted and man spreaded in his chair. “Are you on the way? Because I see how good you look just for a quick visit.” he says in a hesitated tone. “Uhh, yeah, don’t you see? I’m just doing a couple finishing touches…just for you,” you look over while applying a tad bit of blush on your cheeks. “And besides, I hope you’re not rushing me Jafaar, we’re literally gonna see each other in like 10 to 15 minutes” you put down your blush and cross your arms on your vanity table, keeping eye contact with him. “Ok..,” he sighs, “you look beautiful, I can’t wait to see you babe.” He continued. “Aw thank youu, I’m gonna start handing out, Okay?” You say afterwards. “I love you,” you both say at the same time, aw so cute. You both giggle and blow a kiss at each other before hanging up the phone.
It is now 7:36, you tell your self you need to hurry and leave so you can see his sweet angel face. you grab your keys, and lock the door to your place and head to your car. You hop in and start driving to his studio, while you’re driving you play some of his snippets he has sent you. “Baby I wish I could feel you, I wish I could do everything I want to. When I love you, I don’t regret the things I do. When I dream, all I think about is you. I know when you think of me I think about you too. I see my future and I see me and you, getting married and having kids too.” These lyrics really spoke volumes to you and you really appreciated how hard he worked on this album just thinking about you the whole time.
you arrive at his studio around 7:51 pm, you seek dark blue led lights peaking through the shades outside the window. As you walk closer to the window you see Jafaar just sitting in his chair waiting on a call or something from you. He then hears your knock on the door and you hear him jump up instantly. You start smiling immediately because you’re so excited to see them after a couple days, Jafaar opened the door and immediately hugged and kissed you then brought you inside. He offers you a seat, the one across from him so she can stare into your eyes. He can smell your stronggg and heavy scent of your Miss Dior perfume he got you for Valentine’s Day, he then compliments your scent “you smell good Princess” . He rarely calls you Princess so that’s how you know he wants something from you or you alone. “Thank you! Now..what am I here for?” you say in a giddy tone. “Well..I brought you here so you could be in the background of one of my songs. Maybe a couple adlibs here and there to let everyone know you I belong you.” You tilted your head in slight confusion side eyeing the knobs and faders on the mixing table to the side of you.
You wanted to tease him and act confuse to get a slight reaction out of them, but it looked like he wanted to eat you, ALL of you at that. “And..how would I do that?” You looked up at him with puppy eyes now leaning forward in your chair with both of your hands on his knees slowing rubbing them. He loved when you touched him so innocently, that turns him on most of the time. His clear skin glistening from the lights above, looking so sublime. The silence was very tense, he looked you up and down coming up with what he wanted to say next. “I wanted your moans to be my adlibs in this song.” He said with a provocative look on his face. You knew what he wanted to do with you, in the studio, at that exact time. He was eyeing your outfit and the way your boobs were also glistening in the spotlight was getting him going like crazy.
fast forward
Jafaar has gave you many hickeys before on and off camera, but this time it was more than two, while sucking on your next like you’re honeysuckle, he was acting like a hungry beast feeding on his last supper. You whimpered out his name with a sprinkle of “mm..daddy” leaving your glossed up lips, he then leaned you back on the small couch in the booth making small figure eights on your lubed up clit. He chuckled at the feelings because he always knew he can get you wet all like this even when he hasn’t even entered you yet. “You make me feel so good daddy- fuck!” you cried out moaning even louder once he sped up his pace, gripping your left boob.
The mic was right next to you and Jafaar so the mic was picking up every last detail, the kissing, the moaning from both of you, and your wet pussy making all types of noises. “You want me to fuck you harder baby, huh?” He said, then entered his middle and ring finger inside of you, you gasped as his fingers entered from how long your gummy walls has missed him. “Shit, you’re so tight for daddy huh?” you nodded, completely out of it and just letting him take the lead and control over you.
The booth was now clammy, air smelling like sex, Jafaar is fingering you like you not being able to work the next day is important. He fingered you so hard for 5 minutes straight that you couldn’t think straight either, you knew you could take it like he would always say back at home “I know you can take it, suck it up like a good girl for me okay?” . Once he had you all to himself he was not letting up, usually he is submissive but he’s acting a hungry dog right now and you love every last part of it. You came so hard you had the best orgasm ever. He immediately came damn and licked your clit and pussy DRY leaving you trembling from your sensitive bud being licked on. “shh it’s alright baby” he cooed, calming his princess down was his favorite thing to do.
You honestly wanted more because fingering and clit play wasn’t enough for you. You pulled his hair and pushed his head deep in your cunt, the moment you feel his tongue practically fucking you, his nose comes right after. You loved his nose like no other, you rode that shit like it was a horse in its last battle; your grinding became more sloppy the more closer you got and the more tired you got. Pupils all dilated from the sex and complete ecstasy of the situation, he knew you were close and he wanted to finish you off with a your favorite combo, fingers and tongue.
He fingered you at rapid speed with his tongue just flicking at your swollen bud feeling you shake underneath him. He loved seeing you this way, crumbling apart above him, and praising him. “let me hear you mama” he called out while still knees deep in your pussy. “Nghh- right there jafaarrr” you dragged his name across your tongue, he was pleasing you so well you could just imagine the marriage night. He let up from your wet folds and carried a bit of cum on the tip of his tongue, he smacked his lips with yours so aggressively, they were most likely to be bruised or swollen by the end of the night. While he’s kissing you, he starts unbuckling his belt and throws it on the floor behind him. He pulls away from the kiss for a minute to pull down his pants and undergarments.
You and his chest was still heaving from the hot tension, you look him up and down and your eye catches his huge bulge in his underwear. It felt like every time you saw him, it grew an extra inch. You let out a noise to show satisfaction at the wonderful sight in-front of you and he took that as an invite. You were craving him being inside of you all night long, and he finally fulfilled your wish. He asked you to open wide and spit onto his cock to lube him right up just for you. You did it gladly with no hesitation, he moaned at the way your spit glided down the sides on his cock, right on the tip and on point. He was satisfied about how needy you were for his cock. Your hands reached for his long cock, your long nails wrapping around his warmth caused a jerk to come out of him. You stroked and stroked and got the exact reaction you were looking for.
He was moaning in such a soft tone at your touch and you loved it, seeing him like this was everything. “You like when I stroke your cock like this daddy?” you say in a seductive tone, he mouth was wide open and not a singular word came out. “I can’t hear you baby.” you say in a more stern voice, “mmm y-yes, fuck..” he exclaims out his mouth, face looking more red than before. You slap his peach colored tip on your clit, you both jerk a bit from the sudden movement, you enter his cock into you slowly and you both moan at the feeling. You can tell he missed being in your walls by the way he immediately started pounding your pussy.
You pushed him back a bit with your long nails being on his abdomen but he barely budged, with all that muscle he got a little push isn’t going to do nothing. He was all the way in your guts, constantly hitting your g-spot like he was good at making the ball into the hole in golf. “FUUCKKK AH” you grunted out with gritted teeth, he was fucking you so hard that your toes would curl with every stroke he made. “F-fuck baby, I’m about to come” Jafaar blurted out while finishing his last strokes. You both were at your breaking point, y’all’s moans and groan mixing together was the cherry on the cake.
He pulled out just in time you watched the cum ooze out and down the slides on his veiny cock, he gets his fingers and scooped the cum up and sticks those fingers right in your mouth. You suck them nice and dry, slowly and keeping eye contact with him. He looks over at the audio recording, “you did so good for me baby, them moans are gonna sound even more better once the money starts flowing in.” He kisses then proceeds to kiss you on your lips.
during a michael press tour interview, you find yourself captivated by jaafar jackson’s quiet charm, while jaafar becomes equally drawn to your warmth and brilliance.
the studio lights were warm, the cameras rolling, and your producer was already counting down in your ear.
“and we’re live in three… two…”
your smile came easy.
it always did.
after years of interviewing everyone from actors to politicians to musicians, being on camera felt as natural as breathing. people trusted you. viewers adored you. your podcast segment consistently pulled some of the highest engagement numbers in the industry because people knew one thing:
you actually cared.
you didn’t come looking for viral moments or “gotcha” questions. instead, you listened attentively. you made your guests laugh while ensuring they felt comfortable. and somehow, by the end of every interview, it felt less like journalism and more like a conversation between friends.
“welcome back, everybody,” you beamed, leaning forward slightly to connect with the lens. “today i’m joined by the incredible cast of michael.”
the cast waved and smiled, the energy in the room instantly lifting.
nia long, coleman domingo, juliano valdi. and finally… jaafar jackson.
the moment you’d seen him walk into the studio earlier your brain had completely malfunctioned. because what the hell? nobody had warned you. not a single soul had informed you that this man looked like that in person.
the pictures online did him absolutely no justice.
his smile alone should’ve come with a warning label. he wore a simple, tailored shirt that fit him perfectly, and his curls fell just right over his forehead. thankfully, years of professionalism kept your face neutral. mostly.
across from you, nia was already grinning. you and nia had known each other for years. she was one of the bigger names that you’d interviewed back when you were first starting out and you’d interviewed her countless times since. you loved her dearly and so did she.
which was exactly why you should’ve known she was up to something.
while you adjusted your notes and checked your earpiece, she leaned slightly toward jaafar. just enough for you not to notice.
“see?” she whispered, nudging his elbow. “i told you she was gorgeous.”
jaafar looked over at you while you were laughing with one of your producers, gesturing with a pen in your hand. his stomach immediately flipped.
“yeah,” he muttered quietly, clearing his throat. “she is.”
nia’s smile widened. she had him exactly where she wanted him. completely.
the interview began smoothly. you asked thoughtful questions. questions about responsibility, legacy, grief, art. the emotional weight of portraying real people.
“there’s a lot of pressure attached to this project,” you said, your voice dropping to a softer, more intimate register. “how did each of you navigate stepping into shoes that meant so much to millions of people? coleman, let’s start with you.”
coleman shifted in his seat, nodding thoughtfully. “you know, you have to approach it with reverence, but also find the humanity. we aren't just playing icons; we're playing real family dynamics. it requires a lot of vulnerability.”
“and it shows in the footage,” you responded, nodding before turning your gaze. “jaafar, what about you? especially with the familial connection, how did you balance that pressure?”
the answers were heartfelt and honest. exactly what you loved. and throughout the entire interview—
you couldn’t stop noticing jaafar. not because he was attractive.
well.
partially because he was attractive. but mostly because of the little things. he rubbed his knee whenever he got nervous. every single time. the way he took in his bottom lip. the way he twirled the ring on his finger.
whenever he was about to answer a particularly personal question, his hand would move to his knee and start rubbing absentmindedly, his fingers smoothing over the fabric of his pants. it was adorable.
and his smile.
lord.
every time he talked, every time someone made a joke, that smile appeared. soft, genuine, slightly shy. it transformed his entire face. you found yourself looking away more than once because you were determined to remain a professional. he quite literally gave you butterflies every time he spoke, his voice low and incredibly gentle.
meanwhile, jaafar was having the exact same problem. because every time you laughed, his attention snapped toward you. every single time. it was becoming embarrassing. especially since the rest of the cast had started noticing. nia was shooting him knowing looks, and coleman had a slight smirk playing on his lips. jaafar knew he would be getting an earful later.
after nearly an hour of conversation, you clapped your hands together, the papers in your lap rustling.
“okay, before i let you guys go, we’re playing a game.”
collective cheers went around the room. juliano pumped his fist in the air, while coleman leaned back with an amused groan. you laughed at their excitement.
“it’s simple. michael song versus michael song. you pick the better one.”
“oh no,” coleman sighed, rubbing his temples playfully. “this is how friendships end. you’re trying to tear this cast apart.”
“oh yes.” you smiled deviously. “absolute chaos is the goal here.”
the game started out simple.
billie jean versus smooth criminal. the cast chose smooth criminal.
“the choreography tilts the scale, it just does,” nia argued, and you nodded in agreement.
rock with you versus remember the time. rock with you was the victor.
human nature versus dirty diana. human nature obviously.
the cast surprisingly agreed on most choices. until disaster struck. you looked down at your card. then back up, biting your lower lip to hide a smirk.
“hmm.”
immediately suspicious, nia pointed a manicured finger at you.
“what’s that face? look at her face, y'all.”
“oh this is about to reveal character.” you said dramatically.
juliano laughed, shaking his head. “just ask the question!”
you took a deep breath, building the suspense.
“man in the mirror…”
everyone nodded, already prepared to shout it out.
“…versus the lady in my life.”
silence.
then one by one.
“man in the mirror,” coleman said firmly.
“man in the mirror,” nia echoed.
“man in the mirror,” juliano piped up.
your jaw dropped.
“WHAT?”
the entire cast burst out laughing at your genuine distress.
“y’all cannot be serious.”
“it’s man in the mirror,” juliano said, leaning forward with a massive grin. “it's a classic!”
“absolutely not.” you argued with the child, pointing your pen at him. “you are too young to understand the romance of it all.”
“absolutely yes.” juliano fired back, laughing.
you sat forward dramatically, resting your elbows on your knees.
“you people don’t understand.”
more laughter echoed through the studio as the producers joined in on the debate.
“no seriously. the intimacy. the yearning. the longing.”
you placed a hand over your chest, closing your eyes for effect. nia was crying laughing, wiping the corner of her eye.
“here she goes,” nia chuckled.
“i’m serious!” you pointed around the room. “maybe i’m just a hopeless romantic but the lady in my life is superior. the vocals at the end? the breakdown? come on!”
across from you, jaafar couldn’t stop smiling.
he loved watching passionate people talk about things they loved. and you? you lit up. your hands moved when you spoke. your eyes sparkled. your entire face became animated, your smile blinding. you were absolutely gorgeous.
it was impossible for him to look away.
“i actually agree,” jaafar spoke up, his voice cutting through the laughter. “it’s one of michael’s most slept-on songs and the vocal performance on it is incredible.”
“exactly!” you shouted, your eyes locking onto his.
“see?” you said triumphantly as you pointed in jaafar’s direction, looking at nia and coleman. “finally, someone with taste! thank you, jaafar.”
“but it’s still not beating man in the mirror,” juliano interrupted, completely ruining the moment.
everyone exploded with laughter again.
“juliano!” you gasped, putting your head in your hands.
“i’m right!” the boy insisted.
“you’re wrong!”
“i’m literally correct!”
the debate continued for several minutes, filled with playful banter and overlapping voices. and despite your best efforts—
man in the mirror ultimately won. a tragedy. a crime. an injustice. you were robbed and you informed the audience of this fact repeatedly, looking directly into the camera with a heartbroken expression.
finally, you smoothed down your outfit and smiled warmly at the cast.
“seriously, thank you all for being here. this movie means so much to so many people, and honestly, spending time with you all today, i can tell why this project worked.”
their expressions softened, the comedic energy shifting back to mutual respect.
“you guys have incredible chemistry. but more importantly, you’re all genuinely beautiful people.” you smiled.
for a second, jaafar forgot how to breathe. because the way you said it felt sincere. not media-trained. not rehearsed. sincere. he swore your eyes lingered on him for just a fraction of a second longer than the others, or maybe it was just his imagination.
his cheeks immediately warmed. thankfully the cameras stopped rolling before anyone could notice.
“and we’re clear.” one of your producers said from the back.
everyone began removing microphones. stretching and chatting. the technical crew started moving around the set, and the energy immediately relaxed into casual hums of conversation.
nia pointed at you as she stood up.
“i told y’all.”
you laughed, unclipping your own mic pack.
“told them what?”
“that you’re the best in the game.”
your hand flew to your chest.
“ms. nia, stop it.”
“oh don’t start. you know you’re the best.”
“thank you. i love you longtime, hunny.”
“i love you more. let’s meet for lunch soon! i mean it, text me!” nia said as she wrapped her arms around you tightly, inhaling your perfume.
coleman then walked up to you, extending a hand before pulling you into a warm hug, expressing his gratitude and appreciation for you. “you’re an amazing interviewer and an even better soul. keep doing what you're doing.”
“thank you so much for coming, send my love to the hubby,” you told him, beaming.
across the set, juliano leaned toward jaafar, watching you interact with the crew.
“she’s so pretty.”
jaafar looked over. once again, you were wrapped up talking to someone else—fixing a loose script page, laughing about something with a production assistant. completely unaware of the eyes on you. his smile appeared again, soft and helpless.
“she definitely is.”
juliano immediately grinned, a mischievous spark in his eyes.
“do you think i can get her number?”
“absolutely not, buddy.” jaafar laughed, a genuine, deep sound as he patted him on the back. “you're a little too young for her, don't you think?”
a few minutes later the cast started heading toward the exit saying their final goodbyes, their voices fading into the hallway.
you were gathering your notes for your next interview, stacking the papers neatly into a folder, when a familiar voice stopped beside you.
“hey.”
you looked up. and there he was. he had stayed behind while the others walked off. close enough now that those stupidly pretty eyes were somehow even more distracting, catching the remaining studio light.
“hi!” your voice bounced a little higher than usual.
jaafar smiled. the smile. there it was again. lord help you.
“i just wanted to say thank you for having us once again.”
“of course. it was an absolute pleasure.”
“we’ve done so many interviews for this press tour, but nothing topped this one. i can see why nia loves working with you so much. you make it easy.”
and there it was. that nervous habit again but this time, it was him and that darn lip. adorable.
you laughed and your expression softened, your heart doing a strange little dance.
“that’s very kind of you to say. thank you, jaafar.”
finally, he glanced toward the door where the rest of the cast waited, the muffled sound of juliano's laughter drifting back in. then he looked back at you, holding your gaze.
“i hope i run into you again soon. maybe outside of a studio.”
your heart did a tiny little flip. the dangerous kind. the kind you ignored. because you were a professional. mostly.
you smiled, your cheeks tingling.
“i hope the same. i'm sure our paths will cross.”
his grin widened, clearly pleased with the answer. for a second, neither one of you moved. the space between you felt suddenly charged, the ambient noise of the studio fading into the background. then nia’s voice echoed loudly from down the hallway.
“jaafar! the car is waiting! let’s go!”
he sighed dramatically, but laughing anyway.
you laughed, shaking your head.
“you should probably go before she comes back in here to drag you out.”
“probably,” he agreed reluctantly. he took a few steps backward toward the exit, still smiling, still looking at you. “see you around.”
“bye, jaafar.” you waved your fingers at him and sent him on his way with a warm smile.
and as he disappeared down the hallway, juliano immediately appeared beside him, slinging an arm over his shoulder. already talking. already playing around. the two got along like brothers which you really admired.
while back inside the studio, you looked down at your notes, trying to focus on the next set of questions. then you looked toward the door he’d just walked through, the silence of the room suddenly feeling a bit more noticeable. and despite being the professional you are—
you couldn’t stop smiling either.
a couple weeks after the interview. your good friend quen called you for an interview of your own. she invited you to be on her youtube series, feeding starving celebrities to which you accepted of course.
“welcome to the fsc kitchen!” quen yelled, tossing her hair back and gesturing wildly toward the entrance. “introducing the queen of interviews, the baddest thing walking, my favorite vixen. ITS MY GIRL.”
you walk out, matching her chaotic energy immediately. you two jump around the kitchen excitedly, screaming and hugging each other like you haven't seen each other in years, even though you just texted this morning.
“welcome to my show hunny,” quen says, catching her breath and smoothing down her top.
“thank you! i’m so excited to be here.”
“it was a longtime coming.”
“yes yes yesss,” you agree, clapping your hands.
out of nowhere, edm began blasting from her speakers to which you both broke out into model poses, doing your best white girl club dances—complete with the fist pumping and the awkward hip sways. the camera crew was cracking up behind the lenses.
“okay okay,” quen said once the music subsided, wiping a fake tear from her eye. “would you like to know what’s on the menu today?”
“well of course my queen.”
“we’re doing lemon drops for the bev because i heard those are your favorite! then we’re doing salmon rice and potatoes. and lastly for dessert, we cheated and just bought a cheesecake girl.”
“amazing.”
first up was the drinks segment. while you prepped the ingredients—slicing lemons and grabbing the shaker—quen started asking her first set of questions, leaning against the counter with a look of pure mischief.
“you’re known for being super confident, while also being very sweet and caring,” quen began, watching you measure the lemon juice. “did you have an experience in your life that made you this way or have you always been this way?”
you answered while you started making your lemon drops, pouring the liquid into the shaker. “truthfully speaking, i didn’t always have this confidence but when i got to college? i just knew i was that girl.”
you both started laughing, quen nodding along.
“like walking across campus, you literally couldn’t tell me nothing,” you continued, shaking your head at the memory. “not a damn thing.”
you both continued to laugh and joke around until you grabbed the tequila bottle. you quickly covered the label of the tequila bottle with your palm, looking directly at the main camera. “no free promo, not sponsored.” you joked.
“not until they cut the check!” quen shouted.
the camera crew lost it.
“you’re terrible.” she told you.
“i’m professional.” you shot back.
“you’re ridiculous.”
“same thing.”
the next question came naturally.
“for your age, i feel like you’re doing so many big things in your life. wait- how old are you now?”
“i’m twenty six,” you said, before stopping and pointing a lemon knife at her. “wait- how old are YOU?”
“twenty five.”
“ayeee,” you cheered, clinking your fresh lemon drop glasses together. you both began to mumble the lyrics to sza’s 20 something’s song at the same exact time which caused you to burst into a fit of laughter.
the segment continued on and while you prepped the salmon, seasoning it generously on the cutting board, she asked more questions that got deeper and deeper, moving from your career goals to your personal life.
“okay, i gotta ask,” quen said, lowering her voice like she was letting the audience in on a secret. “have you ever had a crush on any of your guests?”
you paused, a piece of salmon in your hand. “like on my show?”
“no, on my show,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes so hard it looked painful. “yes, your show, girl!”
you both shared a loud laugh before you actually thought about her answer. your brain instantly took a trip back to a couple weeks ago. the shirt. the open buttons. the nervous knee-rubbing. the smile that should've come with a warning label. jaafar was the first person you thought about.
“can i plead the fifth?” you laughed, your cheeks beginning to hurt.
“absolutely not. this is feeding starving celebrities, not a court of law. spill it.”
you sighed, leaning your weight against the counter before telling the truth. “jaafar jackson.”
quen let out a piercing scream that probably blew out the audio levels in the control room. she jumped up and down, hitting the counter. “no way!”
“yes way, quenlin,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands from pure embarrassment, wishing the kitchen counter would just swallow you whole.
“well, jaafar jackson if you’re watching this… hit my girl up!” quen screamed directly into the camera, winking dramatically. “she is single, she is successful, and she likes your uncle's music! call her! and if you’re worried about the teeny tiny age gap, she’s the most mature person i know!”
you busted out laughing, throwing a dish towel at her to make her stop.
the show continued to move on, the salmon smelling incredible as it cooked, and finally it came to a close as you both stuffed your faces with the store-bought cheesecake after you edit farmed for social media.
“i loved having you, please come on more often. my soul sister,” quen said, giving you a massive hug as the closing music started to play.
“i love you, quenlin. thank you for inviting me.”
the next few days for you were insane. the moment the episode dropped on youtube, the internet took it and ran. the interview was being clipped and posted everywhere on all platforms—tiktok, twitter, instagram reels. shade room reposted it. people were making edits of you and jaafar from your original interview, putting them side-by-side with your confession on quen's show.
one very specific clip.
“have you ever had a crush on any of your guests?”
“…jaafar jackson.”
you wanted to die. your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. your friends wouldn’t stop texting. your coworkers wouldn’t stop laughing.
your bosses? absolutely unbearable. you walked into the office three days later and immediately knew something was wrong. everyone looked excited. too excited.
your personal assistant practically sprinted toward you.
“good morning.”
you narrowed your eyes. “what happened?”
“nothing.”
“you’re smiling too hard.”
“am i?”
“yes.”
he slid his phone across the desk. you looked down and nearly choked.
“oh my god.”
there it was. a notification. one very simple notification. normal people wouldn’t have reacted like that. but you were far from normal.
jaafarjackson started following you.
the entire office erupted.
“HE FOLLOWED HER.”
you covered your face wanting the floor to swallow you whole.
“this is humiliating.”
“this is incredible.”
your boss immediately clapped his hands.
“okay.”
you pointed.
“don’t.”
“we need to capitalize on this.”
“oh my god.”
“we need jaafar back on the show.”
“we do not.”
“immediately.”
you dropped your head onto the desk.
hard.
everyone laughed.
“i’m going home.”
“you’re not.”
“i’m quitting.”
“you’re not.”
“i’m changing my name.”
“you’re definitely not.”
somewhere across the city— jaafar was experiencing his own version of embarrassment. because after watching the clip approximately seventeen times and smiling every single time, he’d finally worked up the courage to hit follow. the interview with quen showed an entirely different side of you. he was so intrigued. a mentally sane person would say he was obsessed.
good thing he wasn’t mentally sane.
and now? he’d somehow agreed to come back on your show. which meant in just a few days— the two of you would be sitting across from each other again.
the next few days leading up to the interview, nervousness fell upon you like a heavy blanket. you couldn't pace around your apartment without staring at your phone, replaying the clip from quen's show in your head and cringing into your pillows.
“what if he thinks i’m a weirdo?” you groaned to your reflection in the mirror while getting ready. “oh my gosh, i can’t handle this.”
you had to remind yourself that you were a professional journalist. you worked in the craziest of circumstances. a little awkwardness never hurt anybody. at least, that’s what you told yourself to get through this interview.
the day finally came, and unbeknownst to you, jaafar was just as nervous as you. he had been shifting around in his dressing room for an hour, adjusting his collar and asking his team if his hair looked alright.
when he finally walked out onto the studio floor, every piece of self-control you had left the window. he looked entirely too good. he was wearing a gold silk shirt that made him look incredibly warm and approachable, and the studio lights caught the exact same warmth in his eyes.
you had about thirty seconds to pull yourself together before he approached you. you took a deep breath, smoothing down your dress, trying to force your heart to stop hammering against your ribs.
“hey,” he said softly, his voice a little lower than usual.
“hi!” you replied, maybe a little too quickly.
the two of you hugged—a brief, slightly tense embrace where you could swear you felt his heartbeat too—and barely exchanged words before your stage manager was clapping her hands, ushering you both onto the set.
“we’re rolling in three… two…”
your media training kicked in just in time. the familiar warmth of the lights helped ground you.
“welcome back, everybody,” you said, looking into the main lens before turning to your guest. “welcome back, jaafar. although it hasn’t been long since we had you the first time, how have you been?”
jaafar adjusted himself in his chair, his fingers immediately finding his knee to give it a quick, nervous rub before he caught himself and smiled. “i’ve been good, thank you. and yourself?”
“i’ve been great,” you said, a mischievous tilt finding its way back into your voice. “busy doing my own interviews and whatnot.”
jaafar’s eyes sparked with instant amusement. “so i’ve heard.”
the two of you shared a genuine, lingering laugh, and just like that, all the awkward tension went out the window. the comfort you had established during your first meeting came rushing back, making the studio feel small and private again.
you began to ask him more personal questions, moving away from his role as michael and focusing on him as an individual. you asked him about his family dynamic, what it was really like growing up as a jackson in the midst of such a massive legacy. you asked him what he initially wanted to do growing up before the artistry caught up with him.
“there's a moment for everyone,” you murmured, leaning in attentively. “when did you realize that your family was as prominent as they are? not just in the music industry, but their deep influence on the world, and on black culture specifically?”
jaafar listened intensely, his gaze locked onto yours. he answered beautifully, speaking with a humility and depth that made your heart do that dangerous little flip again. he spoke about watching his father and uncles, about the responsibility he felt to honor that history, and how much he valued the love the community showed his family.
towards the end of the interview, the control room chimed in your ear, reminding you of the segment your producers had cooked up. you cleared your throat, looking down at the fresh set of cue cards.
“okay, my team has put together some questions for us to answer,” you said, immediately turning your head to look directly into your specific camera with a warning glare. “these ARE NOT my questions, by the way! i would like that noted for future purposes.”
jaafar let out a soft chuckle, shifting in his seat to face you fully. “ask away.”
you looked down at the first card. “alright. are you dating anyone?”
jaafar didn't even hesitate. he happily responded, “no, i am not.”
you nodded slowly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear while giving a slow, knowing, look directly into the camera lens. the silence in the studio broke instantly as everyone on set started laughing uncontrollably at your expression.
“i too, am also single,” you responded smoothly, turning back to him.
jaafar reached over, playfully pulling the next card from your hand to read it himself. “alright, my turn. who was your celebrity crush growing up?”
you closed your eyes, bracing yourself. “barack obama, and i will not be explaining further.”
jaafar burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking. “that’s insane.”
“he has aura, jaafar! next question!” you argued, laughing with him.
you hesitated before reading the final card in your hand. your eyes scanned the text, and for a second, you considered throwing it across the room. but professional duty called, so you read it anyway, your voice dropping a little. “when seeing my recent interview with quen… hearing that i have a crush on you… how did you react?”
the studio went dead silent, everyone waiting for the response.
jaafar instantly got nervous, but he didn't look away from you. his expression softened completely. “i was taken by surprise,” he answered honestly, his voice quiet and sincere. “you’re a very beautiful woman. very intelligent. i have to admit… i watched the clip for days.”
your jaw slacked slightly, a intense wave of heat rushing to your face. “oh please, you flatter me, jaafar,” you said, blushing profusely and trying to use the cue card to fan your face.
“i’m serious,” he said, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before he flashed that million-dollar, panty dropping smile.
the sheer charm of it was lethal. you had to cross your legs immediately, the physical tension between the two of you suddenly becoming unbearable. you could hear a producer in the back whispering a faint “oh my god.”
right then, one of your executive producers walked onto the set, holding just one more single cue card. she had a massive smirk on her face.
you cannot be serious, you thought to yourself, your eyes narrowing into a fierce glare as she handed it to you. she just gave you a silent thumbs-up from behind the camera and scurried back into the dark.
you cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure. “before we close, we have a quick game to play.”
the producers had thrown together some random, convoluted party game—something involving rolling dice or picking matching cards—but the rules were clearly rigged from the start. no matter what choices were made, the penalty or the reward ultimately resulted in you two sharing a kiss either way.
jaafar looked at the card, then looked at you, an incredibly nervous but thrilled smile taking over his face.
“well,” jaafar murmured, leaning forward over the small table separating your chairs. “rules are rules.”
your heart was beating so loud you were certain the microphones were picking it up. “yeah. rules are rules.”
you both stood, talking small steps toward one another. when his hand gently reached up to rest against the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your jawline, your eyes fluttered shut.
the moment his lips pressed against yours, the entire studio seemed to vanish. it wasn't a quick, awkward cheek-peck for the cameras. it was soft, lingering, and incredibly deep. for a second, it felt like you were entirely melting into the warmth of him, your hand instinctively rising to touch his forearm.
then, a sharp beep from a camera battery brought you crashing back to reality.
you quickly remembered that you were on camera, surrounded by your entire production crew. you pulled away, your breath catching in your throat, your lips tingling.
jaafar’s eyes slowly opened, looking completely dazed, his hand lingering in the air for a second before he dropped it to his side.
you forced your voice to work, looking toward the main camera with everything you had left. “and… that is all the time we have for today. thank you for watching. don’t forget to buy your tickets to michael and follow us on all socials!”
“and we’re clear!” the director called out.
the lights didn't even dim before the set fell into a strange, buzzing quiet. you closed the interview, stacking your cards with trembling hands. across from you, jaafar still stood, completely speechless from what had just happened, his eyes fixed on you like he was trying to figure out if he was still dreaming.
finally he mustered up the courage to ask, “are you busy tonight? i would love to take you out.”
you couldn’t help but feel that nia long was somewhere, rubbing her hands together and laughing wickedly, knowing that this had been her plan all along.
okay ngl im rlly high and this idea just came to me
but could you write about jaafar breaking off his situationship with the reader and a few months later she’s on love island ?? and the reader and whoever she’s paired up with basically become the world’s power couple (and that makes him extremely jealous)
but eventually she comes back and he’s YEARNING for her
combining my two current obsessions? i think yes.
it started out exactly how you both wanted it to. no strings attached. a simple, clean arrangement. a situationship if you will. jaafar was drowning in the deep end of rehearsals and press tours. you were buried under the relentless stress of your own career. it was a win-win. his apartment became this sacred, quiet bubble where the outside world couldn't reach you. you’d lay tangled in his sheets after long, breathless nights, whispering about everything and nothing at all.
until the lines blurred. until the quiet moments started feeling less like an escape and more like a home.
the shift happened slowly, then all at once. it was the way he’d pull you into his chest in his sleep, the way he started remembering exactly how you took your coffee in the mornings, the way his eyes lingered on your face just a second too long when you were getting dressed to leave. one night, you looked at him as your fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw, and you let the infamous question slip: “what are we?”
jaafar had gone completely still. you saw the instant conflict break across his face, the dark eyes clouding over with a heavy, aching sadness. as much as he wanted to be yours, he told himself he couldn't. not fully. his life was a runaway train of obligations, and you—with your brilliant mind, your beautiful soul—deserved to be treated like a priority. you deserved someone who could give you the world, not someone who could only offer you spare hours in the middle of the night.
so, he broke it off. the very next day.
initially, you were utterly devastated. the rejection tasted like ash in your mouth. you spent nights crying into your pillow, bitterly wishing you’d just kept your mouth shut. you told yourself that having a piece of him, a fraction of his time, was infinitely better than having none at all. you missed his laugh, his low voice, the safety of his arms.
but life had a strange way of shifting gears. amid your heartbreak, a love island casting recruiter began to relentlessly dm you. at first, you ignored it. but the notifications kept popping up, and eventually, the idea of completely reinventing your summer and escaping the ghost of jaafar became too enticing to pass up. you responded, breezed through the interview process, and made the final cut as part of the original cast.
from day one in the villa, you were gold. the media, the viewers, the internet—everyone absolutely fell in love with you. you were logical, fun, and effortlessly sexy. you were officially deemed the people’s princess.
and the men in the villa? they were just as infatuated. you had boys stumbling over their words just trying to breathe the same air as you.
back in la, jaafar was living out his own personal version of hell.
he watched every single episode from his couch, his heart hammering against his ribs in a sickening rhythm. every challenge where you had to kiss another man made his stomach turn. every time he saw a guy trace his fingers along your waist or whisper in your ear on the daybeds, an pain flared in his chest. he gripped his phone so tight his knuckles went white. he wanted to tear the screen down. he missed you so much, the realization hitting him like a physical blow: he hadn't saved you from a mess; he had just given the rest of the world the chance to see the queen he was stupid enough to let go.
six weeks flew by. you didn't win the show, but you did find a genuine connection with a guy you really liked, landing a spot in the final four. the public loved you as a couple.
the moment you got your phone back at the holding villa before flying back to the states, thousands of texts, tags, and dms flooded in. but one text stood out sharply, cutting right through the noise. it was from, jermajesty.
“im proud of you for doing what’s best for you and all, but going on love island for the world to see knowing jaafar’s still hung up on you is crazy.”
your jaw tightened. you didn't even hesitate, your thumbs flying across the keyboard.
“i don’t know if you remember correctly, but your brother broke up with ME.”
you hit send and refused to give it another second of your energy. you had no time to feed into the negativity or the past. you were a star now.
except, the real world had a brutal way of crashing down. over the next couple of weeks, the man you had coupled up with on the show was hit with a tidal wave of drama waiting for him back home. exes coming out of the woodwork, secret texts, messy internet exposure. you wanted absolutely no dealings with it. your dignity was worth more than a reality tv romance, so you broke it off immediately.
it wasn't a life-or-death heartbreak. you’d only known the guy for a few months but it still left a stinging bruise on your soul. sitting alone in your apartment, you couldn't help but let the dark thoughts creep in.
why could you only find emotionally unavailable men?
was this all life had to offer you?
what did it say about your character that you kept choosing people who couldn't hold space for you?
right then and there, you made a vow to yourself. you were keeping your personal life entirely private from now on. no more public romances, no more performing for the cameras. not everyone was rooting for you, and that was fine, because there were still millions of people who were.
and jaafar was one of them.
the moment he heard about the breakup through the grapevine, something shifted in him. the passive yearning wasn't enough anymore. he couldn't just sit back and watch you slip into the shadows.
just before your birthday, a massive delivery arrived at your door. three overflowing, breathtaking bouquets of pristine white roses. your breath caught in your throat as you took them inside. you found the small, elegant card tucked into the stems. opening it, your eyes traced the familiar, elegant handwriting:
“wishing you happiest of birthdays, i’m so proud of you my love. xo, j”
he’d sent them a few days early, knowing you love to go out of the country for your birthday. it was your tradition.
you sat the card down, your heart beating a frantic rhythm against your ribs. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him over the past few months. you thought about him while you were in that villa, during the quiet mornings by the pool before the cameras started rolling. you thought about him more than you’d ever admit to anyone.
you missed him. god, you missed him so much. and looking at those roses, you knew with absolute certainty that he was drowning in the exact same feeling.
⋆˙⟡ 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.
