summary: Jaafar is tender and sweet. Heโs charming and would never EVER do anything too publicly. He believes a woman can be shown off and adorned without the fanfare and PDA but every now again, he can be persuaded or even leading.
type: jaafar x black f! reader
tags/warnings: creampie, handjobs, oral (m! receiving), semi-public, drunk cosenting sex
word count: 2759
authorโs note: well to quote alyssa edwards โiโm back back back back again ๐โ i hope yall enjoy this bc i LOVED writing it!! jaafar literally makes me blush like im so charmed by him it's insane. i only loosely proofread so pls forgive me
Jaafar is a perfect gentleman. Always has been, always will be. It nearly instinctual to him. Stitched into him so deeply that he probably couldnโt stop even if he tried.
He opens every door before you can reach for the handle, his coat is already around your shoulders before you realize youโre cold. Your chair is pulled out with quiet precision. When menus arrive, his eyes flick to yours first, already smiling like he knows what youโll choose before you do.
And he always pays.
Not in a showy way. No dramatic grabbing for the check, but a calm certainty. The bill disappears into his hand mid-conversation, his voice never breaking as he continues whatever story heโs telling.ย
Sweet. Thatโs the word everyone uses.
But itโs PDA where his gentleness becomes almostโฆ ceremonial.
He holds your hand everywhere. His fingers thread through yours naturally, warm and steady, thumb tracing slow absentminded circles over your knuckles while you walk. A kiss on the cheek before crossing the street. Maybe your forehead if he thinks no oneโs paying attention. His affection feels intentional and respectful.
Anything more than that, though? Impossible.
Your friends laugh about it. You laugh about it. Because the man who presses shy kisses to your temple in public is the same man who, behind closed doors, forgets entirely how to behave.
In private, his hands are everywhere, voice softer but needier, like heโs been holding himself back all day and finally gets to breathe again.
Meeting his family nearly sent you into hysterics.
You still remember sitting in his grandmotherโs living room, the air heavy with the aroma from dinner and warm laughter, cousins drifting in and out, uncles watching everything with amused eyes. Youโd sat beside him on the couch, knees barely brushing, painfully aware of how straight his posture had gone.
His hand rested politely on the cushion between you instead of on your leg.
Not touching you.
You nudged him with your knee. Nothing.
You leaned closer. Still nothing.
And then one of his uncles noticed. Marlon made a quip so witty it cut tension with ease.
A loud laugh cut through the room followed by teasing claps and knowing smiles. Another uncle gestured dramatically at Jaafarโs rigid hands, shaking his head like heโd witnessed a personal failure.
Jaafarโs ears turned red.
The same man who ruins you in the privacy of your apartment suddenly looked like a nervous teenager being caught holding hands for the first time. He finally placed his palm lightly, ever so lightly, on your knee, barely any weight, as if asking permission from the entire room.
You squeezed his fingers, holding back laughter.
Later, in bed, when you teased him about it, he only pulled you closer, pressing his forehead to yours with a quiet groan.
โItโs different,โ he murmured. โYou deserve respect.โ
And thatโs the thing.
To Jaafar, loving you in public isnโt about restraint. Every small touch is deliberate. Every glance softens when it lands on you. He treats affection like something precious enough to protect from careless eyes.
Which makes the way he looks at you when the door finally closes behind you feel even more dangerous.
That was your dynamic with him, and it worked. Loving Jaafar felt balanced, steady, safe.
There had only ever been one time he let his inhibitions completely slip.
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Early on, when youโd just started dating, you ended up at a crowded club downtown. The music pulsed through the floor, bass vibrating up your legs, lights flashing gold and violet across sweat-sheened faces. The air smelled like citrus cocktails and heat.
You danced for hours.
At first it was playful, the laughing, spinning, his hands hovering politely at your waist all felt safe but sensual. The longer the night stretched on, the closer he pulled you. Your bodies moved together naturally, hips syncing to the rhythm, laughter fading into something quiet and heavy.
His hands stopped hovering.
They settled at your waist, then your back, fingers spreading as if memorizing you through motion alone. Every beat drew him closer until there wasnโt space left between you. The world blurred into sound and color while his focus narrowed entirely to you.
You felt endless under his attention.
Eventually the crowd became too much so you slipped away together, half laughing, half breathless, down a dim service hallway just beyond the dance floor. The music muffled into a distant thrum behind the walls.
You expected a kiss.
That part felt inevitable.
His mouth found yours immediately, warm and certain, months of careful restraint dissolving all at once. One hand braced beside your head against the wall, the other pulling you closer like he couldnโt quite believe you were real.
Gone was the composed gentleman who carefully measured every public touch. Here, he was eager and overwhelmed, the affection spilling out faster than he could organize it. His kisses wandered, breath uneven, winches escaping between his tongue and teeth grazing your neck.ย
The surprise was how much he shed his inhibition. His softness faded into something with weight, something that was hungry. His one guided your hips into him while the other undid his belt. He yanked down the band of his briefs and his hardness sprang out. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.ย
โPlease, baby,โ he murmured.
The softness of the plea undid you more than anything else.
He barely finished asking before you answered. You wet your palm instinctively, then returned your hand to him, moving slowly at first. Deliberate, attentive, learning his reactions through touch alone.
His breath caught immediately.
Your movements drew a low sound from him that vibrated against your shoulder. When you changed pace, testing rhythm and pressure, his composure slipped further. His grip tightened at your waist; his mouth returned to your neck, teeth grazing your skin harder each time excitement overtook him.
โOhโfuck, babyโฆโ
His voice sounded wrecked.
โThat feels so goodโฆโ
Another breath, uneven. A bite pressed into your shoulder as if he needed grounding.
And then, almost helplesslyโ
โBaby โฆfuck love you.โ
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You and Jaafar spilled into the limo after the fourth Michael premiere of the week, laughter still clinging to you both like glitter you couldnโt quite shake off.
Hours of red carpets, flashing cameras, endless interviews and posed smiles had blurred together. The standing ovation still echoed in your ears, the way the audience rose to their feet, the way Jaafar had looked stunned for half a second before that shy, disbelieving grin spread across his face.
The after-party was louder than the premiere had been.
By midnight, the careful polish of the red carpet had dissolved into rolled sleeves, loose laughter, and that bright, slightly reckless energy that only came when pressure finally lifted. He hugged people longer, laughed louder, and accepted every toast thrown his way.
Music thudded through the walls of the venue, bass low enough to vibrate in your ribs. Champagne flutes appeared in your hand and disappeared just as quickly. People stopped Jaafar every few steps; congratulations, handshakes, backslaps, bright smiles layered one on top of another.
Drinks materialized constantly. Some were pressed directly into his hands, some into yours, and others became shared rounds among laughing clusters of castmates and industry friends. Shots, champagne, dark liquor, it all flowed together until time blurred into flashes of camera lights and loud music.
Security and bodyguards worked overtime, gently ushering co-stars and celebrities toward waiting cars, trying to keep paparazzi from catching sloppy exit photos or over-eager fans from pushing too close.
Though both of you were drunk, you were still a little more grounded than him.
Jaafar, on the other hand, was flushing.
His arm stayed draped around your shoulders like you were the only fixed point in a spinning world. Every few minutes, he pulled you closer, pressing lazy kisses to your temple, your cheek, once clumsily catching the corner of your mouth while laughing at something he never quite finished saying.
โDid you have fun?โ he asked again as you both sank into the backseat.
You laughed softly. โYes, baby. I had fun.โ
The car door shut, muting the chaos outside. You reached down, loosening the straps of your heels with a relieved sigh, finally letting your feet rest flat against the floor.
The quiet hit differently after hours of noise.
When you looked up, he was already watching you.
Not casually.
Studying you.
You exhaled, slipping the shoes off completely, and his eyes tracked every movement like he was trying to memorize it. He squinted slightly, unconvinced.
โCome here,โ he murmured.
He patted his lap.
You lifted your feet toward him without protest, and he gathered them carefully into his hands just as the driver slid into the front seat. The engine started, the car pulling smoothly into motion.
Jaafar barely noticed.
His thumbs pressed gently into the arch of your foot, slow and deliberate, like touching you grounded him. A soft groan slipped out before you could stop it.
โThere it is,โ he murmured, pleased. โKnew you were hurting.โ
He smiled faintly, eyes lowered in concentration as he worked careful circles into the tension. City lights flickered across his face through the window. Gold, shadow, gold again, catching the soft flush in his cheeks.
You leaned back into the corner where the door met the seat, letting your head rest against the leather. The exhaustion of the night settled into your bones as his hands moved steadily, confidently, like he knew exactly how to take care of you.
Your breathing slowed.
So did his.
Without really thinking about it, his hands drifted higher, from your feet to your calves, thumbs smoothing upward over warm skin. The motion wasnโt intentional at first, just absentminded affection, his touch lingering longer each time.
His gaze followed his hands.
Then it lifted to your face.
โYouโre so beautiful,โ Jaafar murmured, almost to himself, voice soft and unfocused, like the thought had escaped before he realized heโd said it aloud.
You laughed quietly. โYouโre drunk.โ
โYeah,โ he admitted easily with a boyish laugh.
But he didnโt look away.
His hands slowed, resting lightly at your calves now, thumbs tracing idle patterns while he studied you, as if the noise of the night had finally faded enough for him to see only you.
The limo hummed through the city.
Neither of you spoke.
You sat forward slightly, meaning only to say something teasing, something to break the intensity but his movements drew you in.
Close enough that his hands instinctively slid to steady you at your knees.
Close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath.
His eyes flicked to your mouth.
Back to your eyes.
A small, almost shy smile tugged at his lips. โCโmere.โ
The first kiss was soft.
Curious.
Almost careful.
Then he exhaled against your mouth, relief, pride, champagne, affection all tangled together, and his hand moved from your leg to the back of your neck, pulling you closer like he couldnโt quite help himself anymore.
You felt him taking charge in the exchange, and you melted into him. If his mouth didnโt say a command, his body did.
He pulled you onto his lap and kept the kiss passionate. His hands frantically searched your body for skin he could make contact with. You felt him grow and harden through his pants and instantly took the charge to grind him.
The first shift in your hips made him buck his forward to meet you. The second made him lift your dress to grab you thighs and and the third made him whimper in your mouth.ย
You persisted with your riding. Your dress strap fell down in the commotion and he latched onto your nipple. Teasing one between his teeth while the other was massaged with his finger tips.ย
โFuck I..I need youโ he was breathless.ย
In a swift motion, he lifted you slightly to undo his pants. He wanted you to stay on top, but dropped to your knees in front of him.ย
You grabbed his thickness and licked up the shaft slowly before looking up at him and taking him in your mouth. His head immediately fell back with a groan.ย
He groaned and hissed and each movement you made. You teased his tip with your tongue. The taste of his pre-cum only made you want to unravel him more.ย
You took him all the way in your mouth, gagging on the way down but still pushing through. He bucked his hips upward into you moaning your name.ย
When he couldnโt take it anymore, he pulled you up, first kissing you so passionately your knees buckled. His hand gently wrapped around your neck before putting you on your hands and knees in the seat.ย
He lifted your dress, pulled your panties off, and slowly entered your wetness.ย
The sound he made of relief was deep and guttural. Like a tension was being created but also relieved.ย
You felt him in the pit of your stomach. Immediately collapsing down, forcing your arch more.ย
He was slow with his strokes, savoring how wet and tight you were. You couldnโt see his face but you know his eyes were glazed over while biting his lip.
โFuck babyโย
โBaby you feel so goodโ
โBaby does it feel good?โ
โBaby I love youโย
Each call he sent you respondedย
โRight there babyโย
โFuck Jaafar, that feels so goodโย
โFuck..Jaafar youโre so bigโย
โFuck me harder, baby please.โย
He loved it when you took control, but he loved you needy and whiny, too.ย
He pulled you up by your hips and shifted you both so you were flush with the back of the seats. You were tighter this way.
He liked this position because he could kiss your neck while stroking. He nibbled at your ear while his hips rocked. These thrusts were less sharp and more fluid. He slowed down to enjoy it.ย
His whines in your ear sent chills through your body. You moved his free hand your exposed breast for him to massage. You moaned his name in response. He loved the way you sounded calling his name in ecstasy.ย
His voice was low in gravely,ย
โIโm gonna cum babyโย
โInside meโ, you responded immediately.ย
He stopped for a second, you knew this was unexpected. You honestly felt out of your body saying it but he felt too good to not let him fill you.ย
He bent you back down on all fours and increased his speed again. It was quick and sharp. The sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis filled the car.
Both of your moans and groans and grunts added to the atmosphere. You could feel him tightening for his inevitable release.ย
โFuck babyโฆfff..fuck..itโs..co-comi-โ he barely got it out before you felt it. His warm liquid filling you. Fast at first and then slowly.ย
You shifted your hips backwards while he left it in you, that made him weak almost to the point of laughter. You just had to yeast him a little.ย
He sat back in his seat and pulled you next to him. You lay on his chest, and you could hear his heart beat through his chest. You were content. He was content. And that was your dynamic.ย
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