Love to run my fingers Softly while you sigh
Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader
A/n: hey lovelies! First time writing for dadaman Jaafar! It’s been a while since I wrote anything so if it’s not so good that could be why.. but enjoy!
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You were sitting in your shared bed, the lights drawn low, the noise of the tv now faded into the background. Both you and Jaafar exhausted from a long and hard time at work and craving the comfort of one another.
Jaafar laid almost directly on you, his head buried in the croak of your neck, pressing soft and tender pecks.
Your hand found his curly hair, grown out long and thick, due to him taking on the role of his uncle.
“I love when you grow your hair out” you say, while you raking your fingers through his curls.
“Really?” He sat up a little, his face scrunched with curiosity, the want of knowing the reason for this random but sentimental statement.
“Yeah..” you say as you stretch a strand out. “There's just something about it.” A grin finding you in the midst of your sentence. “It just makes you look so good, so beautiful.” you spoke.
“Is that so?” He smirked, which gained a gentle swat from you.
“Oh shush!” You joke, “All I’m saying is I think it compliments you well.” You smiled, your finger found the curve of his jaw, stoking lightly at the soft skin.
“So I don't look as good when I cut my hair?” He joked.
“Jaafar Jeremiah Jackson.” You have a half annoyed, half amused look towards him, “you know that’s not what I meant.” and at that he cracks his radiant smile at you.
“I know baby, you're always too kind to me.” he says as he wraps a strong arm around you and pulls you onto him, tickling your sides while peppering your face with many kisses.
“Jaafar!” you giggle, trying to wiggle away from your mischievous fiancé.
His joking antics finally come to an end, and you settle into his chest.
“I love you.” Jaafar says, as he pushes a strain of hair away from your face.
“I love you too baby.” placing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart is.