after rewards
Song: KWN-good girl
Summary: After the awards show, you're rewarded next.
Warning: smut MDNI, p in v, soft dom jaafar, little plot pure filth
Los Angeles, California time: 12 am
The car was quiet, save for the soft hum of music the driver was playing. The energy of the car was heavy; you could cut it with a knife. It feels like the driver is purposefully driving slowly to antagonize both of you.
Y'all were leaving the BET Awards aftershow; he had presented with his on-screen mom, Nia. It was a fantastic time at the afterparty. Jaafar, being his usual introverted self, was ready to go an hour in. In his opinion, he was ready to go before y'all ever left the hotel. Not because of introvertness, but what you had on.
You were torturing him; the dark sage fluted dress snatched your waist. The top was fitted and cuffed around your breast, accentuating them. The gold jewelry made your deep, dark skin pop. The slit in the dress was the main issue of his imagination. All night, he was a problem; he was touching, holding you, touching felt like burn marks across your skin, and giving you dark stares from across the room.
Jaafar has said nothing for twenty minutes, but his eyes are watching you. Devouring you from the tip of your hair down to your feet. It's making you feel hot. Finally, he moves closer. His palm is heavy as it rests on top of your thigh, squeezing the flesh with firm grips that make you squirm in the seat.
His voice is low and grave. “Look at you, baby; you've been taunting me all night.” It makes you whimper because the touches are electrifying as is. But the touches become unbearable. “I haven't done anything”
Thanking the gods, you made it to the hotel before he could say anything else. Because if he did, you might’ve fucked him in the backseat of this black truck, and from the sound of it, Jaafar wouldn't protest the idea. As you exit the car, you thank the driver as he slips his hand in yours and gently tugs you toward the elevator. The energy only gets worse. In the elevator, he doesn't touch you. He stands against the rail, looking at you through the elevator mirror quietly but almost menacingly, as if he’s already eating you before you can make it to the bed. You speak in almost a whisper, “Are you tired?” A small smile plays at his lips as he looks at you. “No”.
Once the doors open, he takes your hand again, leading you to the room. Sliding his key card, turning the lock, he pushed the door open for you. You walk in and begin taking your heels off. As you turn, you notice he hasn't moved from his spot at the door. He roots himself there for a moment, watching, calculating what he wants next. With his eyes locked on yours, he removes his suit jacket, placing it on the chair in the corner.
You lock eyes, and he moves toward you slowly, almost predatory. The breaths escaping you are even but shallow. He walks up to you, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. His hand grips your throat delicately. “Will you let me take control tonight? No objections?” “Jaafar…”, the beat of your heart hammering against his palm. he squeezes lightly. “Please.” “Yes,” it was whispered, fearing that if you said it any louder, it would ruin the moment.
“Strip,” its single command spoken. He sits in the chair in the corner where his jacket lies; the fabric of your dress pools at your feet. He studied you, dark eyes watching you “on the bed for me, baby.” You walked slowly, draping yourself on the bed you're in, nothing but your thong, his favorite color, red. He rises then, stalks his way toward you, stripping clothes each step: socks, shirt, and then pants. I thought you weren't teasing me. Why red?” you smirk. “It's your favorite color, no?”
Before you could say another word, his hands were reaching inside the lace of your panties, ripping them in the process. “I said strip; that meant everything.” You let out a soft whine, “Those were my favorite.” “I'll buy you more, I promise.”
He doesn't rush his next movements as he moves down your body. You squirm, trying to make him go faster; his strong hands push your hips down. “My timing…” You finally look down at him, and his eyes darken as he shifts closer to you.
“You're teasing me, J.” Your voice is so whiny it's almost embarrassing, but feeling his breath against you, you didn't care enough. Hearing you that way broke him, and he finally licks you in one long, slow stroke. You arch from the bed, and a loud moan leaves your lips. He looks up at you, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He adds his fingers inside and starts a rhythmic motion between licking and stroking you.
“That's it, baby, you're doing so good for me.” You don't even have the words to respond to anything he's saying. It's going into your ears and escaping with every pulse you feel “please…” at that he dives deeper, circling your clit in short tight circles edging you closer. “can i please.. Please cum, I can't”
“You can, and you will take it; just hold on.” The whimper that leaves you is so loud you may get a noise complaint. Finally, he’s had enough; he can feel you at the edge, and he stops. “Nooo, j, please.” He smirks as he leans down and kisses you hard in the mouth to quiet you. You both let out the nastiest moan, tasting yourself on him. As you're distracted by the kiss, he finally enters you in one smooth motion, and you gasp in his mouth.
His head falls to your neck, and he inhales deeply. Your scent is maddening. He’s been waiting on this all night, and he was willing to drag this out as long as he could. You're staring at him deep into his soul with eyes watery as he pounds into you with vigorous strokes. He flips you, you're on all fours, arched deep. ‘She’s going to fucking kill me’
“So greedy, mama, you're sucking me in like you don't want me to pull out.” You moan underneath him, gushing more as he keeps whispering the most obscene things in your ear, and reach your hand underneath to clutch him softly. He staggers, “Please, baby, I need to cum.” he tenses; he's harder than ever and ready to finish at your words, but he wants more.
“Say it's mine,” he pulls you toward him, “say it's mine and I'll give you exactly what you want.” he was close, but you were closer. He wanted to finish when you did. “omg its all yours, nobody else’s.” That was his final straw. He flips you on your back again. This whole night was leading up to this; sweat covered them in a light sheen. You looked glossy and edible; he nestled his face in your neck and bit lightly. That was the final straw; you came, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and he was shortly after you. It was overwhelming; he let out an array of grunts and moans. Cumming in spurts filling you.
He gets up to get you a warm towel to clean you up. As he finishes, you turn over to face him. “Love you, baby.” he bends to kiss you softly. Both of you are breathless. “I love you too, J.” You smile gently.
a/n: i just know he's filthy in bed 🙂↕️
