synopsis: jaafar just can’t take his hands off of you! (and his lips) (stylist!reader)
warnings: suggestive, pre-established relationship, making out lolzzz
“All done.” You whisper with a sense of finality, fingers wavering over the intricate pattern on his silk shirt. You take a step back to look at his entire outfit, eyes glittering with pride as you take him in.
“Thank you so much, baby,” Jaafar tells you lowly, slender fingers reaching out to pull you back in by your belt loop as he presses a lingering kiss to your lips. “You’re such a sweet girl.”
His hands stay glued onto your figure, rubbing up and down your sides with a light, feathery touch. It drives you crazy, though, how the simplest caress can make your mind hazy. But that’s just the effect your boyfriend has on you.
“Am I?” You retort indignantly, secretly loving all the attention he’s giving you. You’re buzzing with anticipation now. You can feel his body heat from up close, the tips of his fingers slightly teasing the hem of your top.
“You are, baby. You know you are.” Is the last thing Jaafar whispers, with a crooked grin on his face, his warm breath coating your lips. His words sink so deeply beneath your skin. Branding themselves into your heart.
The rest of your thoughts are swallowed in his kiss. The two of you move in a wordless harmony, breaths mingling and lips ebbing and flowing. His smell surrounds you completely, and it’s so him, so yours.
His touch embraces you, nimble hands sliding over the backs of your thighs with emphasis, a silent hint to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.
He walks the two of you to the empty sofa in the changing room with ease, planting himself on the worn-out material. The obscene, sticky sounds of the kisses you two share echo through the room.
It doesn’t take long until Jaafar noses the column of your neck, dotting light, sweet kisses all over. All you can do is let out pathetic, whimpery breaths as you revel in his gentle touch, until your eyes zero in on the clock hanging on the wall. He has to be on set right now.
“Babe—” you mewl quietly, but he doesn’t let up. “You— you gotta—”
a/n: i'm lowkey cringing but ayo fanfics are supposed to be cringe LOLLLL
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