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Cherish This Love

SYNOPSIS: Jaafar had been your friend since high school, and to you he was just that—Jaafar. The one who always showed up, always laughed at your jokes, always felt familiar in a way you never questioned. But what you didn’t know was that his feelings had been growing quietly with every moment he spent with you. Tonight, the beach walk felt like any other. The waves were soft, the sky dark and endless, and you both walked side by side like always.

CONTAINS : (MDNI! 18+) smut and fluff. friends to lovers, Jaafar being the best boyfriend ever.

sidenote : headcanons btw! Also my first time writing them so bare with me😔.

yoursweet!boyfriend, The day he asked you to be his girlfriend might as well have been imprinted in your mind like a movie. The summer night breeze was beautiful as the two of you walked down the beach together. He was your best friend, the one you trusted and loved more than anyone. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. “Y/n…” Surprised, you turned to face him. “I-I want to ask you something.” You tilted your head, raising your eyebrows to signal for him to continue. “I know we’ve been friends for a long time. Ever since we were high school kids. And I know this is stupid, and it could possibly ruin what we have. But I don’t want to live with the agonizing pain of never being man enough to open my mouth.” He took a shaky breath. “I’ve started falling for you, Y/n.” Your face softened, and you bit your lip. “Fuck, I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just can’t live without you. God, I forget to breathe whenever I think of you. Ever since we were kids sneaking around, going to the movies, secretly skipping class, or when you got your first boyfriend. Ever since then, Y/n, I’ve been in love. Your ability to light up a room, or your shyness that never disappeared even though you tried so hard to become that extroverted girl you wanted to be.” Your breathing stopped. “I-I didn’t know you felt that way about me… I-” He quickly cut you off. “Whatever you’re going to say, Y/n, please promise me this isn’t going to ruin what we have. I can’t live without you and—” Before he could finish, you cut him off by pressing your lips against his. The world seemed to stop. Everything around you faded away except for him. When you finally pulled away, you looked up at him with a giggle. “I think that should be enough of an answer.” He smiled so wide you could’ve sworn he’d gone insane. He picked you up and twirled you around, the night ending with nothing but the sound of your laughter

yoursweet!boyfriend, He always remembers the smallest details about you. May it be about how you like your coffee or where in the car you’d likely sit. He’d be the first to get any questions about it you right. Not because he’s your boyfriend— because he actually just wants to.

yoursweet!boyfriend, You don’t like crying in front of anyone. You feel like it makes you seem weak. Whenever you wanted to cry around other people, you’d bottle up your tears and let them out only when you were alone at night. But ever since he came into your life, oh, how weak you’ve become. He even started calling you “Crying Princess” because of how often you cried. Sometimes the reason was as small as an animal dying in a movie, and yet he would always be there to comfort you, no matter how small or silly the reason seemed.

yoursweet!boyfriend, He wasn’t the type to hold back his tears either. One night, you were home alone watching a movie when you heard the front door unlock. You looked up and saw your boyfriend standing there, cheeks flushed and tears welling up in his doe eyes. He immediately dropped everything and ran to you. The two of you sat on the couch while he laid his head in your lap, crying uncontrollably. “Long day, huh?” you whispered.“I missed home too much,” he nodded. “I’m right here, baby.”

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yoursweet!boyfriend, Oh and he’s a cry baby during sex too everytime. He loves the way you overstimulate him—pumping his dick with your tight cunt while you ride out his frustration of the day past him. Whenever he would get close he’d start crying—burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Baby..baby..please”

yoursweet!boyfriend, He cares so much more about your pleasure than his own. His observant nature would notice your tiredness, and immediately drop to his knees. Pleasing your cunt with his tongue so that you could release the built up tension.

yoursweet!boyfriend, As much as he loved when you overstimulated him with pleasure—he loved doing it to you just as much if not more. He pulls out a vibrator everytime he’s pumping you from behind, pulling your hair slightly. He’d turn the device on and drag it on your clit while he kept his rhythm smooth. “F-fuck! It’s too much..”

yoursweet!boyfriend, One of his favorite ways to have you is when you are completely bare on his lap while he’s still fully clothed. He’d have you facing him while you ride out your orgasms on his clothed bulge sticking out. His mouth latches onto your nipples like a magnet—flicking his tongue on your hard buds. He loved the thought of you being able to present yourself like this, the way you trusted and loved him is what got him turned on.

yoursweet!boyfriend, When you weren’t home for the night—because maybe you were with your friends or staying over at your parent’s. He’d pull out his phone and stare at your video’s and picture’s. Biting his lip and making his hand travel from his chest down to his manhood. Closing his eyes as he imagines you right there next to him—having your hand on his dick instead of his own. Starting with slow drags while he gets comfortable in his position. “F-fuck..” whispering slightly under his breath. Pumping faster now and getting fully drunk just at the thought of you reaching his high. When finally, the feeling snapped—and he released all over his stomach. A needy slut your boyfriend was.

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Let’s actually think about it. I don’t know about any of y’all, but if I were dating a man for a long time—even before he got famous—and people started hating on me for it and calling me an attention seeker, I would crash out.

The worst thing is, y’all do this every single time an actor blows up for a bit and people find out they have a partner. Especially when it comes to women dating, marrying, or being engaged to a famous actor. Y’all can’t leave women alone, can you?

My family knew who Michael Jackson was (OBVIOUSLY), so from the day I was born, of course I knew who he was too. There was never a moment in my life where I wondered who the Michael Jackson was. My brothers would imitate his dance moves just to make little me laugh.

It really makes me realize how legendary this guy was—to be a source of joy and laughter even in a broken household like mine.

My mom used to show me his music videos when I was little, like Smooth Criminal and Bad. She even took me to see the Michael movie. Keep in mind, my household is very religious, so music rarely plays, if at all.

── .✦ 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧

Synopsis: Jaafar Jackson, your oh-so-sexy fiancé, had been teasing you all day since he finally got a day off after the exhausting press tour for his new movie, Michael. It started innocently — spanking your ass as he walked past you in the kitchen, kissing your legs, arms, and neck, or whispering sweet, seductive nothings into your ear. You’d just scoff, thinking he was joking. Until it became very clear that he wasn’t joking anymore, and suddenly he was latched onto you like a damn magnet the second you came back from running an errand.

Content: 18+ (MDNI!) some smut and fluff cause Jaafar is the sweetest. Oh, and use of a camera!! Not proof read!! (This is lowkey a little dirty..)

Author’s note: Was delaying a Jaafar fic for sooo long because your girl’s been busy with her big girl internship (done in June FOR GOOODD) but anyway hope yall enjoy. Was also listening to Vixen by Miguel while writing this hence the title 🤤🤤

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The smell of your lotion lingers in the bathroom as you continue massaging it into your legs, making your way to the bedroom. The tension of wanting sex has been floating in the air ever since your man came home.

Suddenly, you hear Jaafar coming out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still slightly wet. Without a second thought, he smiles and walks toward you almost immediately. “God, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for all day, baby,” he says, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

“Jaafar...” you manage to whisper as his hands run all over your body.

“Your body, baby...” he murmurs, his hands slipping under your top.

“Your curves...” you gasp, slipping the top off.

His kisses move from your mouth down toward your chest, latching onto your nipple. As his hand travels from your shoulders down to your core, you hiss through your teeth; the way he speaks to you almost makes you finish right then and there.

“...and your goddamn pussy,” he growls, his hand slipping into your pants and grazing your clit through the fabric. He looks up at you, his eyes dark. “I missed you so much.”

He comes back up again and slightly pushes you toward the bed behind you. Your hands latch like claws into his hair, pulling slightly as he leaves marks on your neck, fucking inhaling you like an animal.

You slide out of your pants and panties, laying completely bare before his eyes.

“My beautiful baby...” he whispers, smiling as he lays on top of you. In a swift motion, he pulls the towel from his lower body, and you see his hard cock exposed to your eyes. You can’t help but let out a sudden whimper at the sight of him. His love for you was big, for sure, but that thing was even bigger.

“On your stomach, baby,” he commands, sounding dominant yet so sweet at the same time. You obey his words and turn around, leaving your ass as his first view.

“Jaafar, put it in please...” you whimper, your walls clenching around nothing, needy for him.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He giggles, spitting in his hands and rubbing the slick substance on your ass before giving it a sharp spank.

You whimper at the burning feel; it hurts a little, but it feels so good. You look back to see your man’s face, and he is completely flushed. He looks so fucking lust drunk; his eyes aren't even really there anymore, his pupils dilated as he stares at your body as if he hasn’t eaten in days.

He looks into your eyes, breathing heavily.

“Y/N...”

“I want to film this.”

Your breath catches and you choke a little.

“C-can I?” he asks. the shyness can be heared from the way he asks. You nod without hesitation.

“A-are you sure, baby? I won’t do anything that you don’t want,” he reassures you. Right then and there, you could’ve sworn he really was a Prince Charming.

You smile softly. “I’m all yours, J. I won’t mind.”

He brings his face close to yours and pecks your forehead. He grabs the phone from the nightstand and starts the video, filming your face first, then his. He gives his cock slow strokes before finding his way to your entrance from behind, going in slowly. You both gasp at the feeling; the burn always gets you. Even though you’ve taken his big dick many times, the feeling never changes.

“Come on, princess, you can take it,” he breathes, holding up his phone. You can’t wait to watch this back, and he certainly can't either.

Then he starts pulling out, and you swear the burn is so good you almost scream into the pillow. His voice isn't quiet either; you hear him moan so loud. Neither of you know what is in the air tonight, but the sex feels too good.

He finds a rhythm in his thrusts, hitting your cervix with his dick. He can barely hold up the phone because his pleasure is just so overwhelming, and it's the same for you as you grip the pillow, almost crying from the pleasure. Suddenly, Jaafar bends down and pulls your head up slightly so you look into the camera as he does. You look at your fucked up face in the lens and realize that no man could ever fuck you the way Jaafar does.

He is so demanding and dominant, yet so sweet like honey. His voice is always so soft and reassuring; you never have anything to worry about. God, you love your baby so much.

He keeps thrusting, his movements becoming faster and more frantic as he holds the phone steady. “Look at me, baby... look at the camera,” he pants, his voice breaking. You do as he says, your eyes locking onto the lens, your face flushed and eyes hazy with pure, unadulterated pleasure.

The tension in your body reaches a breaking point. You feel the first wave of your climax crashing through you, a violent, pulsing heat that makes your vision go white. “N-ngh! Jaafar!” you scream into the pillow, your body arching wildly. At the exact same moment, he lets out a guttural, primal groan, his body stiffening as he thrusts as deep as he can go. He cums hard, the force of it making him shudder as he pours himself deep inside you.

The phone wobbles in his hand as he loses all control, the video capturing the raw, messy beauty of the moment you both hit the peak together.

He groans, a long, low sound of pure relief, and collapses onto your back. His heavy, sweat slicked body feels like a warm weight against you, and you both lie there for a moment, chests heaving in unison, the only sound in the room being your ragged breathing.

He wipes your tears with his thumb and kisses your cheek softly.

He doesn't pull out, though. Instead, he stays buried deep inside you, letting his cock warm you as the aftershocks of the climax continue to ripple through your muscles. He presses his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in, his heart hammering against your spine.

“Thankyou princess..”

After a few long, quiet minutes of just existing in each other's warmth, he finally groans and slowly pulls himself out of you. As he slides free, you feel the sudden coolness of the air where he just was, and then you feel it—the heavy, warm sensation of his cum dripping out of your cunt, slick and messy against your thighs.

You let out a soft, tired giggle, feeling completely spent and utterly loved. He rolls to your side, pulling the covers up over both of you and tucking you into his chest, his hand resting possessively on your hip.

“Tomorrow it’s back to work again…” you say quietly, your voice softer now as you look up at him.

Jaafar exhales through his nose, like he’s been holding onto that thought all evening.

“Yeah…” he murmurs, thumb tracing slow circles over your shoulder, gentle and absentminded. “I love what I’m doing. But these days… I just miss nights like this all the time.”

His touch is warm, grounding. The room feels quieter somehow, like even the world outside has decided to pause.

You shift closer without thinking, your head finding his chest. “Then don’t disappear into it,” you say, half-joking, half-serious.

He lets out a small laugh, low and tired, and leans his cheek against your hair. “I won’t. I swear. I just… get pulled in. Press, filming, interviews…” He pauses. “Michael is everything right now baby.”

“I know,” you reply softly. “But I’m here too.”

That makes him still for a moment.

His arm tightens around you—not possessive, just certain. Like he’s reminding himself you’re real, not something slipping through his schedule.

“You always say the right thing,” he murmurs.

“I don’t,” you answer. “I just say what I feel.”

A beat of silence passes. Comfortable. Warm.

Then he tilts your chin up gently, just enough to look at you properly. His eyes are softer now, all the earlier exhaustion melting into something calmer.

“You know what I think?” he says.

“What?”

“I think I can do all of it… if I get to come back to you.” His thumb brushes your cheek lightly.

Your heart almost drops and you smile to yourself slightly bitting your lower lip.

You roll your eyes to hide it. “Don’t get all dramatic.”

“I’m not being dramatic,” he says, smiling now. “I genuinely need you, y/n,” he says, voice lower now, stripped of all the earlier playfulness. “Whenever I feel lost and lonely, the only person I know who’s waiting for me on the other side is you. You’ve always been there.”

His breath shakes slightly. He blinks hard, like he’s trying to stop it from spilling over.

“Don’t ever leave, y/n…” His voice cracks, just barely. “Please.”

And then he pulls you back into him, not rushing anything—just holding you like there’s nowhere else he needs to be.

You tilt his face towards yours and kiss his tears. “I’m right here, and always will be”

Outside, tomorrow waits.

But for now, neither of you moves.

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