Pairing: Jaafar Jackson x Black!OC Amara Jackson
Summary: Jaafar shows his love by caring for Amara after a wild night out.
Songs: The Impossible by Mariah Carey
WC:
Warnings: 18+ suggestive content
Note: headcanon from the miniseries I have for them <3
SHE LOVED HIM LIKE LEMON DROP MARTINIS ON A THURSDAY EVENING…SWEETLY. EXCITINGLY. IMPULSIVELY…
“You gon’ give me any space?”
“No.”
She stayed behind him. Swaying like a boat on the water, left hand locked tightly around her wrist. Her cheek, damp from the night’s heat and slippery foundation, pressed against his back as he stood above her side of the dresser, rummaging through the drawers.
“Well,” he said lowly, pulling out her favorite blue nightgown, “You gotta let me go.”
“Why?” She whined into his back, her teeth biting the fabric in frustration.
Jaafar glanced over his shoulder and chuckled. “So you can get dressed.” The drawer hissed closed, and he turned in her arms, balancing her nightgown in one hand and her full hip in the other.
Amara pouted and blinked slowly. “You do it.”
“I will.” Jaafar dropped a kiss against her temple. “C’mon.”
He led her to the bed, their hands tangled together like a memory and sat her at the edge. Amara huffed quietly and leaned back on her hands, head lulling heavily to the side. “I’m tired.”
Jaafar hummed and lowered himself to his knees. Slowly. Reverently.
“I know. You had fun?”
“Mhm.”
The night started with her at a local restaurant with her friends—her first outing since returning to US soil following their wedding and honeymoon—balancing a forkful of vodka rigatoni in one hand and a glass of pinot gris in the other. But somewhere between encouragement from her homegirls and an I’ll get you from wherever text from her husband, Amara landed in a booth at a hole-in-the-wall bar, sipping lemon drops like water.
And as promised, when the room began to tick like a panoramic production, and her speech slowed like molasses, he was outside; legs crossed over the other as he waited for her entrance.
He slid her shoe off—revealing a fresh red pedicure and tender flesh. She sighed softly. Then came the other. Removed with a tenderness that seemed instinctual rather than studied.
“You know,” Amara murmured, gliding her fingers through Jaafar’s dark curls. His hands stilled around her foot. “You look good like this. Pretty.”
Her nails scratched lightly at his scalp before wrapping themselves in the freshly washed tendrils. She tugged softly. He groaned lowly.
"Like what?” He ground out, thumbs pressing against the sole of her foot.
“On your knees for me.”
He looked at her then. Eyes blown wide like a man who mistook devotion for breath itself. His tongue found the underside of his tooth, circling once, as his gaze fell to the newly installed carpet.
Jaafar exhaled.
“Behave.”
Amara smiled. Slowly and wickedly.
Her fingers found the hem of her dress, and she pulled it over her head, revealing her favorite leopard print set that she knew would send him in a tizzy any other day. But he didn’t step closer. Just raised an eyebrow and raised the blue satin between pinched fingers.
She huffed and raised her arms, allowing him to unclip her bra and slide the nightgown over her body. “Thanks, baby.” She stood on unsteady legs and moved ahead of him to the bathroom, mumbling about makeup remover and toothpaste.
He stayed close. Far enough to give her space but lingered close enough for her to wrap his arms around her waist as she brushed her teeth slowly.
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the red recording light blinked on. you immediately pointed the camera at jaafar. he looked up from where he was adjusting the strap of his backpack and groaned. “baby, we just got off the plane.” “say hi to the vlog.” “absolutely not.” you zoomed in on his face.
“that’s not very nice.” “you shoved a camera in my face after a fourteen hour flight.” “the fans yearn for content.” “the people can wait.” you laughed, following him as he started walking through the airport.
“anyway, hi guys. welcome back to another vlog. i’m in japan with my fiancé,” “unfortunately.” “and we’re gonna be here for a week.”jaafar looked over his shoulder. “you can edit that out. “no.” “please.” “no.” he sighed dramatically before continuing to walk, and you caught the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. first clip secured.
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the first thing you learned was that jaafar became ten times more excited when he traveled. you were currently standing outside a claw machine store while he stared through the glass like a child discovering christmas. “jaafar.” no response “jaafar.” still nothing. you turned the camera toward yourself. “we’ve been here for twenty five minutes.” “i almost got it.” “you’ve said that six times “because i almost did.”
you panned the camera toward the machine. inside sat a small white plushie. the same plushie he’d been trying to win for almost half an hour. he inserted another coin. you couldn’t stop laughing. “how much money have you spent?” “don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.” the claw missed again. jaafar stared. you zoomed in. “thoughts?” “i hate this country.”
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later that night, you were walking through tokyo together. the city glowed around you. lights reflected against the pavement while people passed by in every direction. you weren’t even really filming. just capturing little moments.
jaafar walking beside you. jaafar stopping to point out something interesting. jaafar trying a drink from a vending machine and immediately making a face. “that’s disgusting.” “then why do you keep drinking it?” “because maybe it gets better.” it didn’t.
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the next day was mostly shopping. and despite your insistence that you were fine, jaafar somehow ended up carrying almost everything. you turned the camera toward him. bags hanging from both arms. a shopping bag looped around one wrist.
another tucked under his arm. “you look ridiculous.” “and yet i’m helping.” “i could carry some.”“no.” “jaafar.” “no.” “i feel bad.” “good.” you laughed so hard the camera shook. “good?” “yeah. maybe next time you’ll stop saying ‘i’m just gonna get one thing.’” you glanced away. “okay, but i meant it at the time.” “you bought seven things.” “that’s still technically close to one.” “not even a little.” that evening, back at the hotel, you were reviewing clips while jaafar showered. most of them were random. food, stores, and street views. but there were also dozens of moments you didn’t remember filming.
little things. the way he’d automatically reached for your hand while crossing busy streets. the way he’d looked back to make sure you were still beside him. the way he’d smiled whenever you laughed. your heart melted. the bathroom door opened. jaafar walked out, drying his hair with a towel. “what are you smiling at?” you turned the laptop toward him. a clip played. him holding your hand while the two of you walked through a crowded street. his ears immediately turned pink.
“delete that.” you gasped.“why“ because.” “because why?” “because i look stupid.” “you look in love.” he rolled his eyes. but he couldn’t hide his smile. you set the camera down on the nightstand.
“come here.” he immediately crawled onto the bed beside you. an arm wrapping around your waist. pulling you against him. comfortable. you rested your head against his shoulder. “you know everybody’s gonna say you’re obsessed with me.” “they’d be correct.” you froze. slowly looking up. “what?” his grin widened. “what?” “did you just admit it?” “admit what?” “that you’re obsessed with me.” “i fear that may have been public knowledge for years.” you laughed.
the camera, forgotten on the nightstand, continued recording. capturing the way he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. capturing the way you smiled against his shoulder. capturing a moment neither of you realized would end up becoming everyone’s favorite part of the vlog.
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the next clip opened with the camera pointed at the hotel ceiling. “okay.” your voice sounded slightly breathless. “today is premiere day.” the camera flipped around. you were sitting in front of a mirror while getting ready. behind you, jaafar was standing in front of the closet. completely frozen. staring at two different jackets “which one?” you zoomed in.
“he’s been standing there for ten minutes.” “because this is important.” “it’s a jacket.” “it’s the jacket.” you immediately started laughing. “those mean the same thing.” “they absolutely do not.” you pointed toward the black one. “that one.” “that’s what i was thinking.” “then why did you ask me?” “validation.”
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a little later, the camera was balanced on the vanity. you were doing the final touches of your makeup while jaafar adjusted his watch. every few seconds you caught him looking over. then looking away when you noticed. then looking again. eventually you lowered the camera. “why do you keep staring at me?” “i’m not.” “you are.” “baby, i’m not.”
you raised an eyebrow. he looked away. you burst out laughing. “you’re so bad at lying.” “you just look pretty.” his answer came so casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. your heart immediately melted. “aw.” “don’t do that.” “do what?”
“make that face.” “what face?” “the one where you know i love you.” you smiled even wider. “that’s my favorite face.”
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the next clip showed the two of you arriving. lights, cameras, people everywhere. you lowered your voice dramatically. “okay, we’re here.” jaafar looked down at the camera. “you’re acting like we’re entering a secret military base.”
“this is a high pressure situation.” “you’re holding a vlog camera.” “exactly.” he shook his head. but before he turned away, he reached down and fixed a piece of your hair that had fallen out of place. completely unconsciously.
like it was second nature. you caught the entire thing on camera. most of the premiere footage ended up being little moments. jaafar greeting people. laughing with cast members. taking pictures. stopping every few minutes to make sure you were nearby. you noticed it every single time.
the room could be full of hundreds of people. and somehow his eyes always found yours. always. at one point you were filming from across the room. he was talking to someone. completely engaged in conversation, then he glanced up. saw you. and smiled, immediately. without hesitation. the kind of smile reserved for one person. you. the camera actually dipped for a second because it made your stomach flip.
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later that night, after everything had ended, the two of you slipped away for a quiet walk through the city. still dressed up. still riding the excitement of the evening. the camera was mostly pointed at the street lights.the sounds of the city around you. and occasionally jaafar whenever he said something funny. “so.” you looked over. “so?” did i survive? “barely.” “wow.” “you were very brave.”
“thank you.” “especially during the jacket crisis.” he groaned immediately. “you’re never letting that go.”“i absolutely will not.”
eventually you found a quieter street. less crowded. peaceful. you stopped filming for a second, just enjoying being together. then you noticed jaafar looking at you. you slowly raised the camera. caught him instantly.
“what?” he pointed.” nothing.” “you were staring again.” “i was not.” “roll the footage.” “there is no footage.” “there literally is.” you held up the camera. his face turned red. which only made you laugh harder. “you know,” he said, reaching over to pull you closer by the waist, “one day you’re gonna run out of ways to expose me.”
“not likely.” “i have faith.” “i don’t.” he smiled before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. the city lights glowed around you. the camera capturing every second. and for once, neither of you cared.
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🐆💋 — thriller!michael and you enjoy doing sleepovers, really you enjoy him spending time in your room as you bombard him with skin care routine because you find it entertaining. michael indulges in your fun, letting you cover his face with a homemade clay formula your mom taught you. his many attempts to kiss you only end up in a closed mouth, laughing fit with you. you usually had your radio on low, playing whatever tape was left in from before. it was relaxing to spend time together.
it’s no secret that the two of you enjoy making late-night snacks and eating them in your room as you gossip to him. you’ve found comfort in these peaceful moments with him, no media bothering your sweet man and michael being fully relaxed and safe in your presence.
whenever michael comes over to your place for a sleepover he gifts you with your favorite bouquet, every time, even when your other flowers haven’t gone old yet, his excuse: “i’ll add more and we can turn it into a garden.” with the biggest smile on his face, which earns him a big kiss on his cheek and you calling him a dork after.
you love all the letters michael gives you, his heart and body jittery for a kiss and a compliment and you give him just that. you’re obsessed with him and he’s even more obsessed with you. these little cute sleepovers you have with him are the few reminders of that, plus the date nights where you get dolled up and he gets to show you off to the world.
pairing: jaafar jackson x black!fem oc; aurelia rivers
summary: it’s not getting any easier for our shy man, y’all.
warnings: outfit descriptions, multiple povs, talks of intimacy, cussing, j’s fiancée being very odd from the jump 😃 and possible typos
settings: los angeles
saint’s presidential podium 🪽: back with a new chapterrrr. thank you for the love on the first one you guys, really means a lot. and we’re just gonna pretend chrome hearts is owned by a black family, mkay? 🫨
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chapter one | series masterlist
jaafar’s home
los angeles, ca
Was it lilies? No, it had to be jasmine or roses. Is that how roses have been smelling these days? It was too strong for it to be any of those flowers. It was oud, sweeter though.
Vanilla oud? Jackpot. Maybe it was layered with something on top to make it a little musky.
And who knew that pink would go so well with gold? It shouldn’t be surprising but it was. The pink was a softer tone, more pale but what could a much brighter shade look like?
Maybe-
“Jaafar! Fuck, I’ve been calling your name like..three times now.” The loud voice coming from across the room snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes now gazing at his fiance while he played the hem of his shirt. “Sorry, the script. Just running through my head, what were you sayin’?” His brows lifted a bit, indicating that he’s now focused.
A roll of eyes was sent his way. “You’d swear that script’s the one making you toss and turn. I was asking which sandals you prefer with this dress? I haven’t even worn some of them.” Rachel sighed, holding up two pairs on either side of her head.
The brief yet dramatic meeting at the country club was three days ago and Jaafar’s head felt like it was swivelling on a stick because of how busy everything was around him. He thought he’d be prepared, considering the blinding success of ‘Michael’, and that he’d consume himself in a character that had nothing to do with his personal life.
A romcom sounded simple enough to do, just smiles on every scene, slight sarcasm and a hint of angsty scenes to make the audience clutch their hearts and a big kiss at the end of the movie. Life would be normal after then he could finally get back to wedding plans. Unfortunately, it would absolutely go the opposite route.
Rachel wanted to make wedding prep in the middle of shooting, expressing that “he’d have experience from the plot of the movie” and he just nodded along. Reading the script was another thing. There was no twist but it was stated there’d be intense tension between the characters, a couple of kissing scenes and of course, just his luck, a very very intimate scene is included. Rachel almost chewed his head off when he explained it but retreated the anger when Jaafar mentioned that she could come along to Cape Town, a city on their honeymoon list.
And Aurelia Rivers. Well, Aurelia Ivy Rivers - ‘AIR’ on her social media. His agent described her as a talented actress who doesn’t need the job. A nepo baby whose almost always wearing an obscene amount of Chrome Hearts. Jaafar dismissed the tone of his agent as slight bitterness, saying he wants to get to know her beyond the internet articles.
Well, he’d certainly get to know her in Cape Town.
Fuck, he zoned out again. “Sorry, honey. You know I’m hooked.” He apologised with a smile that always made anyone’s heart melt, pointing to the mounted tv playing ‘The Pitt’. It definitely worked now.
“The purple ones would look really nice.” He nodded as she smiled brightly before packing the shoes in the suitcase.
“Thank you! Need to pack the steamer too. Oh, by the way, when’s your meeting?” She stood, blocking the screen as she folded her clothes.
Jaafar looked down at his watch and kissed his teeth. “In an hour. Let me get ready.” He spoke, basically leaping from the couch towards the bedroom.
KLEIN MGMT
Aurelia’s mules clicked through the halls, her hands desperately trying to find something to do while she walked to the exec’s room. Counting down the seconds until she’d have the most awkward meeting she’s ever had in her life.
Intimacy was something she knew she needed to tap into before landing such a big job as lead actress. Since dipping her toe in the dating pool after a long ‘hiatus’, she was willing to explore it all with her partner. Damien had the confidence of a basketball player who knew he could win the league for the team however he had the skill of an intern who slacks off work to play video games. Essentially speaking, Aurelia’s life in the bedroom was stagnant and she tried to avoid being sexually active with Damien or anyone else as much as she could.
Until now.
“Oh, there she is! Leading lady Lia!” Frank boasted, standing from his seat next to the intimacy coordinator and sitting across was none other than Jaafar. His hair looked so full and curly, with a few strands hanging a little loose. Looking cozy from the waist up, Aurelia skimmed at her co-star and focused on Frank leading her to her seat.
The musky scent of sandalwood and something sweet hit her senses all at once, lowering herself rather slowly into the chair. “Morning everyone, hope you haven’t started yet.” She spoke with a soft tone, quickly introducing herself to the lady right across her.
Turning her head to her right, she nodded and smiled in an acknowledgment and he did the exact same. This was work, they’re working.
“You’re alright, sweetheart. We just need to get into the nitty gritty since this meeting was pushed to the very end before leavin’ for Cape Town.” Shonda spoke, opening a file of hers while the leads had their most intimate scenes printed on 4 pieces of paper each.
The pair nodded while Frank sat back and watched the ordeal.
“Alright so starting off on a light note, I usually like to give my clients very soft tasks to do in front of me. I take your partners are okay with this happenin’ because I do not need nobody barging in on set.”
Another nod.
“Perfect! Let’s get started.”
Jaafar stood next to Aurelia, not really noticing the height difference the first time they had met but he wasn’t complaining. Aurelia on the other hand, shifted from side to side and feeling rather uncomfortable from her heels.
“Alright, need y’all to hold hands. Make sure to not flinch.” Shonda pointed her pen at them, watching their hands. His hand twitched, his pinky standing guard as it brushed against her skin and it felt incredibly soft before he slid his long fingers right between hers. It felt oddly comfortable but he dared not to look down at their connected hands, her nails brushing against the bulging veins on his hand and that somehow felt more intimate than anything he’d ever felt.
Letting out a breath at the contact, Aurelia subconsciously squeezed his hand while desperately waiting for Shonda to give them another direction. Thankfully her mind was read and they moved on to holding the inside of his elbow, then side-hugging to actual hugs.
Jaafar couldn’t explain how it felt to have his chest pressed against Aurelia’s own, her arms linking behind his neck and the slight scratch of her bracelets sent shivers down his spine. Her scent enveloped him, oud and vanilla it was and he was sure it’d be cemented in his nose for the coming future. His hands were splayed across her back and he really tried to not let them fall any lower than the middle.
Aurelia initiated the separation, feeling her heart about to race and she couldn’t handle him feeling it against his sweater. “Was that good? You smell fantastic, btw.” She complimented, their eyes connected once again and it’s like he morphed into a bunny with his curls slightly bouncing, it was the cutest thing.
“Thanks….and um, yeah. Great hug, very comfortable.” He spoke, nodding gently and keeping his eyes on the side profile of her face as if he were memorising it all to draw a picture.
Fuck, Jaafar, get it together.
“Ain’t y’all just a great pair? My goodness, Frank.” Shonda lightly hit the director on the hand, silently complimenting the work of casting. “Now, y’all will probably think that I just wasted your time simply for hand holding and hugs. I just needed to scope out the chemistry between you two. The rest of these scenes…they get a lil crazy.” The older woman explained, watching for their faces and how they reacted just being next to each other.
“We got months of filming on our hands and I will be on deck checking if y’all don’t hate each other to do these scenes.” Shonda started. “Alright, this last exercise before y’all sprint out. Aurelia, are you comfortable with all this?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Jaafar?”
“Yeah, I’m comfortable.”
“Good. Now…Jaafar, go sit on that couch. Sit on the edge of it like you at a party or something. Lia, take a breath with me.” In and out. “Go sit on that boy’s lap and make sure it doesn’t look like you had no place to sit. Act like that was your seat in the first place.”
Aurelia’s stomach flipped before looking behind her where Jaafar was sitting, rubbing his hands on his knees to rid of the nerves. They looked at each other, barely letting the thought simmer between them before Aurelia moved with precision. She touched his shoulder first with the bracelets chiming together and as if already knowing this dance, he opened his arms a little with one on her lower back, guiding her onto his thigh.
Jaafar took a breath, wanting to stay as calm as he possibly could when she finally settled in his lap. He knew he sounded utterly perverted but her ass was one of the softest things he’d ever felt on him. Through denim fabric too. It curved perfectly between where his crotch and hip meet. He hadn’t even realised that his hand was touching her bare skin with the edges of her shirt having risen during the hug. The feeling of his engagement ring slightly digging into Aurelia’s skin to keep her steady was an odd one.
He wanted to pull her closer, to smell the extra sweet scent that he got a whiff of earlier and to keep the warmth from escaping between them. He paused, gazed at the denim on her legs that had a couple black and pink crosses around the knee and hip. These were the ones Rachel had been wanting for months and yet Aurelia had already them like they weren’t a dream for his fiancée.
Fiancée. Rachel. Yes.
“Excellent stuff, y’all. Can’t wait for our next one, you could be my favourite clients.” Shonda grinned, slamming her notebook in a happy mood. The pair had already disconnected by the time the older woman spoke, Aurelia quickly returning to her assigned office chair with Jaafar joining her after discreetly adjusting his outfit.
He knew it was wrong. Completely. He’ll book at Rachel’s favourite restaurant tonight.
A couple of minutes later, the sun shined on the both of them as they walked out of the building. Jaafar was his usual quiet self with his hands in his pocket and next to him, it’s as if Aurelia completely transformed into a new person behind her sunglasses.
“Gotta get used to them.” She spoke, heels clicking against the gravel as she pointed to a nearby bush. He could spot at least three cameras pointed at them and he could already picture it on the internet with all types of false headlines. She - on the other hand - dug through her purse for lip gloss, essentially just putting on a show for the hungry photographers.
They both stopped at their respective Range Rovers, one black and one was white. Sure enough, Aurelia’s had the same crosses on her pants right on the passenger window, a small sticker but it was perfectly in sight. “You really like Chrome Hearts, don’t you? It’s all mysterious and cool.” Jaafar chuckled a bit.
“That’s all my dad wants to hear when you talk about it. Hell, it is his first baby after all.” She shrugged, unlocking her car to chuck her purse inside. He was taken aback a little, she just mentioned it like it was the smallest thing that mattered in her world. Her family just casually founded Chrome Hearts, of course they did.
“Huh.” He sounded out, quite impressed if he was being honest. “I was wonderin’ why you wore so much of it. That’s really cool.” He smiled, staying planted in his spot, not making a move to go any nearer to his car.
Now the sunglasses were off and she gave him a smile, making his breath hitch. “Y’know, I been meanin’ to tell you that you did a phenomenal job with ‘Michael’. You sure do know how to capture an audience, Jaafar.” She commented with her head tilted in the slightest and her smile never fell.
Surely, he was seeing things by now. Maybe the perfumes and colognes got to his head because why would her voice become a tab bit lower with her head tilted? He desperately needed some rest. “Thank you, it really means a lot.” He gushed, his hand reaching to scratch the nape of his neck.
“No problem. So…Cape Town? I’ll see you there, bright and early.” She assured, wanting so badly to smile again just to see him squirm a little. She gave a wave before flipping her hair back and climbing in the car. Once the door closed, he climbed into his own, trying to take a deep breath and hope he was hallucinating because that could not happen again.
Aurelia watched as he drove off, giving little honks to each other once he pulled out of parking. She lightly smirked to herself. “It’s a shame he’s spoken for.” She spoke to herself, pressing push to start and feeling it roar beneath her. “Can’t afford to be distracted though.” She continued.
“Her Siri, text Damien and tell him I’m on my way.” She called out as she also drove off. She desperately needed to get her mind off her co-star. She didn’t need things being awkward so soon into filming so off to her boyfriend’s place it is.
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