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rest in peace to this beautiful soul. the world didn’t deserve you. let’s all remind ourselves that despite this tragedy, he spent his last day doing what he loved most.
I beg yall to stop using michael, jaafar or jermajesty tags in each others fics cuz wdym i am trying to search for a michael fic and then Jaafar pops up
i’m missing him a lot right now that it’s so overwhelming and it makes my heart hurt and i don’t really know what to do. it’s like this warmth missing inside of me and im so cold. he’s so beautiful𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦢་༘࿐
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The sun was setting, painting the sky in orange and pink as Jaafar led you through the beach in Rome, where they were vacationing in. Jaafar had planned this surprise getaway to some resort where the both of could relax after the stress in both of your lives, especially Jaafar’s.
He glances over to you as he admired the way the light catches in your hair. A small smile plays at the corner of his lips when he notices the joyful sparkle in your eyes.
“Having fun yet?” He asked, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with yours. His thumb gently stroking the softness of your hand, a tender gesture.
“I can’t believe you planned all of this in such a short time” you said pressing yourself to his side as you continued to walk. “Like something out of a fairytale”
Jaafar’s expression softens, his brown eyes shimmering with adoration. He brought your joined hands together to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Well anything for you” He murmured and smiled.
As you both continued your stroll, he suddenly stopped. “Wanna head back to the hotel?”
“Yeah let’s head back” you agreed softly, and he immediately grabbed your hand, hell he was damn near dragging you as if he was craving something and you definitely know what was going through his mind.
The short walk to the hotel seemed to stretch on forever, the tension between them slowly turning into some unspoken desire. As soon as they arrived, Jaafar didn’t hesitate to pull you closer by the waist, one large hand splaying across your lower back of your sundress.
“You're so beautiful” he whispered, his brown eyes roaming over your curves, drinking in every detail. His other hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbones before leaning in, lowering himself to your mouth into a kiss. It starts slow and sensual but quickly turns heated.
You melt into the kiss, parting your lips to grant Jaafar deeper access. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressing your body against his.
A breathy moan escapes you as his tongue delves into your mouth, stroking along yours in a sensual dance. “Mhm, jaafar” you gasp when you finally break apart for air, your chest heaving. Your fingers toyed with the short hairs at his nape.
“What you thinking about?” you asked as you took a step back, slowly and teasingly shrugging the straps of your sundress off your shoulders and the dress sliding down effortlessly, revealing your braless top, only wearing black panties, his favourite pairs.
“What am i thinking about? Well..maybe I am thinking about the way I am gonna have you bent over every surface” He murmured as he took a step closer, his hands coming to rest on your hips, walking with your backwards towards the bed, not breaking eye contact till your thighs hit the edge of the bed. With a firm push to the bed, he urges you.
“Face down, ass up.” He watched as your back hit the bed with a soft gasp before doing as he told you to do, your face pressed on the pillows and your back arched.
“Like this?” You asked as you turned to look at him, your lashes batting at him and he cursed under his breath, running his palm on your ass cheek.
“Take them off and keep your legs spread” He commanded as he backed off a little, already unzipped his slacks along with his boxers as he watched you reach behind to slid your thong off to your ankle.
“Just like that” Jaafar said approvingly, moving closer as his large hands kneaded the flesh, fingers sinking into your skin as he spreads your cheeks apart. The display of your dripping pussy made his cock throb while he took a moment to admire your glistening folds.
Unable to hold back any longer, he leans down and runs his tongue along your folds in one long stroke, savouring your taste, circling his tongue around your clit before sucking on it.
“a-ahh..fuckkk” You moaned against the pillow, shamelessly grinding your ass into his face before he pulled away and you whined at the feeling of emptiness. His chin was glistening with your juices, didn’t bother wiping it off and sat up on his knees and pulling you closer, arching your back even more and your face buried on the pillow.
Jaafar gripped the base of his cock, giving it a few slow strokes while smearing the pre cum around before positioning himself at your entrance, teasing his tip between your slick folds and coating himself in your juices.
You whimpered needily, your whole body trembling with anticipation as you felt the head of Jaafar’s cock nudging at your entrance. You pushed your hips back desperately trying to get him inside but he continued teasing you.
“Please Jaafar, just put it in” You begged shamelessly, your voice cracking with desperation. With a chuckle, Jaafar leaned forward, whispering. “That’s right, keep begging” Jaafar urged his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt with one thrust.
“Fuuuuck, you feel incredible” he groans, his hips twitching reflexively as he fights the urge to start pounding into you immediately.
Gripping your hips, Jaafar sets a gentle pace to let you get used to him before picking up, slamming into you over and over as he watched your ass jiggle against him.
“J-jaafar” you whimpered, gripping the sheets as you buried your face into the pillow.
He leaned over your sweaty back, changing the angle of his thrusts, hitting that spot that always sent you over the edge. One hand snaked around to palm your bouncing breast, pinching and tugging your nipples that made you arch more into him.
“That's it baby, take it” he pants harshly in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck. “This is what you wanted, right?” He panted as he slammed into you, increasing his speed.
You threw your head back, meeting his thrusts and his cock pistoning in and out, sending shockwaves into your body. “Y-yesss just like that” you moaned, burying your face into the pillow to muffle your moans but Jaafar grabbed the back of your neck. “I wanna hear you” He whispered as his other hand ran across your ass, landing a soft smack across it, his pelvis grinding against your ass.
Drool trickles from the corner of your mouth, tears of leaking from your eyes due to the intense pleasure. “Fuck me harder, jaafar. gosh, make me yours” you babble incoherently, lost to the sensation of being filled to and stretched by his cock.
Lewd and squelching noises fill the room as Jaafar pounded into you, the coil of incoming orgasm tighten in your core and your walls tighten against him. “You gonna cum?” Jaafar asked lowly, hand still at the back of your neck as you nodded eagerly.
The headband banged against the wall from all the slamming, the wood creaking at the erratic movements. “That’s it baby, cum for me” Jaafar groaned, his hand leaving from the back of your neck and snaking down to your clit, rubbing it as it added more to your already tense pleasure.
He also felt his own release coming faster as his balls were drawing up tight. “O-ooh god, oh god” you moaned loudly, gripping the sheets even tighter as the stimulation sends you over the edge and began gushing around his pistoning cock, wetting his crotch and thighs.
Through the haze of your own orgasm, you register Jaafar’s own release, feeling his cock swell and pulse inside of you before cumming inside of you.
His fingers dig into the plush flesh of your hip hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks as he holds you in place, ensuring every last drop of his release floods inside of you, not pulling out yet.
You were completely spent as you collapsed onto the bed, Jaafar managed to turn you to the side, next to you and grabbing you close to him, his cock still nestled deep inside of you.
𝜗ৎ contains. plug!jermajesty, weed usage, foul language, oral sex, car sex
“you aight?” jermajesty asked as you entered his car by the passenger seat and he was just grinding up some weed in his weed grinder. “is that the good stuff you talkin’ bout?” you asked while watching him as he put the finished grinded weed into the paper and rolling it up “that shit strong as hell, just warning ya” He chuckled as he glanced at you, His brown eyes wandering on you for some moments before he focused back on finishing the weed.
“you still charging 20 bucks for that stuff?” you questioned him while making yourself comfortable on the passenger seat. “mhm but assuming it’s you, you prolly broke as hell” Jermajesty laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes.
For a moment you watched him, There was something oddly calming about it, the concentration in his expression and the carefulness of it, the way he seemed at ease and tongue sticking out in concentration. When he finished, he grabbed his lighter, burning around a little before lightening it and taking the first drag, slow and deep before puffing it out slowly.
“I mean you still gotta come up with sum cuz i still ain’t got nun of that money you owe me three weeks ago..unless you wanna suck me off or sum” He joked as he passed you the joint.
you raised your brow, surprised. “hm, you for real?” you asked him serious, clearly he was being playful and you didn’t seem to catch on.
He looked at you with surprise and amusement in his eyes. “Damn, you can't even tell that I'm just playin' shawty?” He chuckled and shook his head. “I mean shiiit, if you down for that then I’m all about that. ain’t got head inna whole while” Jermajesty said as he watched you puff the smoke in and then out again before you handed it back to him.
He slightly shifted in his seat, adjusting himself as a growing bulge was forming under his baggy jeans. “Well?” He raised his brow, quite literally waiting as the joint rested between his fingers while he leaned back.
You bit your lips, eyeing the bulge straining against Jermajesty’s jeans. The scent of his arousal mixed with the weed filled the space of the car. Feeling bold, you reached out and palmed his hardening length through the denim, giving it a firm squeeze.
A low grown escaped his lips as you groped his clothed erection. His hips bucking into your hand, seeking more friction. “Fuck..you playin’ with me”
With the other hand, he reached down to undo his belt and zipper, freeing his erect cock out of his boxers as he lifted himself up a little to pull his jeans down.
“come on then, show me what that pretty mouth can do” His voice low as he took another deep drag from the joint before placing it away. He stroked himself slowly, smearing the precum along his dick as he waited for you to make a move before he adjusted his seat so you could reach more.
Without hesitation you leaned down, glossy lips wrapping around the tip, swirling your tongue around it and savouring the salty and sweet taste. Slowly you started to taking him deeper, lips stretching around his girth as inch after inch disappeared into your mouth.
“Mhm..” you moaned around him, bopping your head slow at first, your hand resting on his thighs as you angled yourself into a position that was comfortable in this tight space.
“Ohhh fuuuck yesss...” Jermajesty groaned deeply, his head falling back against the headrest as your wet mouth engulfed his throbbing cock. His fingers tangled in your curly hair, guiding your movements as you sucked him off with enthusiasm.
“so good with that tongue..Shit just like that” He panted as he thrusted his hips shallowly, fucking your face with short and quick strokes. “you gon’ make me bust quick if you keep that up” he groaned once again as his grip tightened in your hair.
The filthy sounds of gagging filled the air as you deep throated him again and again, drool escaping the corners of your stretched lips and dripping down your chin, relaxing your throat as you took him till your nose was buried to his pubes.
After a moment, you pulled back slowly, dragging your lips along his cock until only the tip remained between them. You flicked your tongue rapidly over his slit, making eye contact with him before opening wide again and sinking back down, sucking harder and with quicker pace, determined to make him cum.
“Fuckkkkk, don’t stop” Jermajesty’s voice was strained, his eyes closed as he was at the brink of release. Your skilled mouth and the erotic sight of you looking at him as you sucked him off pushed him to the edge.
He cried out, the orgasm hitting him like a fast train passing by, holding your head in place, grinding into your face as he came in your mouth, down your throat, his cock pulsing and twitching before he removed his hand from your head and leaned his head back on the headrest, his eyes rolling as a string of curses left his mouth while you milked him dry.
You slowly pulled your mouth off of his cock, sitting up as you swallowed, licking around your lips and wiping your mouth.
“Holy shit..I ain’t got a head like this in a long while” Jermajesty said, turning to look at you, eyes slightly reddened from the weed and the aftermath. “Since you were so generous, lemme return the favour, doll”
“Mhm but you ain’t have to-“ “Backseat. Now” Jermajesty said as his eyes wandered down your body, biting his bottom lip and you immediately obeyed, feeling a slap against your asscheeks.
“off with ‘em” He said pointing towards your clothes and of course once again, you obeyed. Slowly you took your top off then reached behind to unhook your bra before putting it aside.
Jermajesty watched you strip, jaw tightening as he watched you strip. He didn’t say anything for a second, eyes not moving from your body and every movement you made.
When everything was off, he climbed out of the car, closing the door, before getting into the backseat as your back was now on the car door and your legs spread. “Like what you see?” You asked as you reached down, slowly circling your clit with your fingers, moaning softly.
“Yeah, I’m definitely liking what I see.” He reached out, his large hands gripping your hips firmly, his thumbs digging into your skin as he pulled you closer to the edge of the seat. He leaned down, his face inches from yours, the scent of weed and musk clinging to his skin. He reached down, removing your fingers from your clit as he replaced it with his fingers, rubbing your folds and then removed them, leaning down as he held your legs open and didn’t hesitate to bury his face between your thighs.
Jermajesty let out a sharp inhale, taking in your scent before his tongue flicked out, tasting the slick coating your folds.
“Already so soaking wet, hm?” He murmured against your skin before he swirled his tongue around your clit and then sucking it while his hand moved up, his fingers spreading your folds wider.
He used his hands to pull your legs even wider, pinning your knees back against the seat cushions so he could get a better angle. “I can taste how much you want this,” he mumbled against your skin, his breath hot before he sucked firmly and his tongue flicking against your pussy.
A sharp gasp tore from your throat, your back slight arching off the leather seat. “O-oh, shiiit” you cried out as you held into his short curls and holding him in place.
The wet sounds of him eating you out filled the car as he ate you out like he didn’t have a proper meal in days. Each tongue stroke sent shivers through your body. He pulled off, sitting up as he licked his lips. You whined at the loss of contact but it soon turned into a moan when he pushed your knees further down to your chest, folding you nearly in half, stroking his cock that was still out and rubbing it all over your folds.
With a grin, Jermajesty lined himself up, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. He teased you for a moment, rubbing the tip through your slick folds and coating himself in your juices. “Beg for it. Let me hear how badly you need this dick.”
You whined as you begged shamelessly. “P-please, Maj..put it in” your hips bucking for friction as his tip rubbed up and down your folds.
The desperation in your voice made him give him as he pushed forward, his cock stretching you open as you gripped into the seat, closing your eyes and moaning.
He gave you a moment to adjust, his hands moving to put your legs in his shoulders to reach deeper into you. “Fuck..hold on” He said as he panted when you clenched around him.
His hips snapped forward, driving into you deeper, the car slightly rocking and the windows immediately fogging up. “This what you wanted, huh? To get split open on my dick?” Jermajesty panted harshly, sweat forming on his brow from the exertion. He angled his hips to hit that special spot inside you with every deep stroke.
“Y-yes, fuck yes” You whimpered, your back arching off the leather seat that clung to your sweaty skin, drool leaking from the corner of your open mouth, eyes rolling back as he set a faster pace, hitting that special spot that made you see stars.
Jermajesty moved your legs in a different position, putting each one on his shoulders, the new position allowing him to make eye contact with you, his hand wrapping around your throat, applying enough pressure to make you lightheaded.
Your pussy clenched around his dick, growing tighter and wetter as the juices were already coating around and your climax approaching rather fast. “M-maj, don’t stop please done stop” you choked out, tears rolling down and voice muffled as he added more pressure to your throat before releasing it and then leaning down to kiss you.
Jermajesty moaned against the kiss as his thrusts became erratic, his own release approaching fast once again. Your whole body tensed, your abdomen tightened as the tension in your core finally snapped and your orgasm crashing down on you, very intense.
“Where do you want me to cum?” He asked as he panted and you moaned. “I’m on the pills”
He buried himself, taking root inside of you, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside, painting your insides with cum. “Fuckkkk” He said leaning forward, burying his face into the crook of your neck while his body above you shuddered, grinding against you to draw out the climax.
As the intensity ended, Jermajesty pulled his softening cock out, combined fluids dripping down to your thighs. He sat back, breathing as he admired the sight of you.
“Look at this mess we made though. You look good like this, all fucked out and pretty” He said already exhausted before he reached forward to roll the windows down a little to air out the fogged up windows, sweat, sex and weed air at once.
“So…do I still gotta pay?” You asked grabbing your clothes to wear while he pulled his jeans up and zipped his pants.
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ok I was hoping to not make a post like this. I recently discovered a page, okay writing, blah blah blah, but then I was made aware that they had created a fanfic based off Jaafar, Jermaiesty, and the reader. Engaging in a threesome. Let's be made aware that Jaafar and Jermaiesty are related by blood, same father, same mother. Even if they were step brothers, the two of them engaging in sexual activities would be illegal. Now, yes, it's writing, but this is still considered disgusting and taboo. Writing can also just be words but it can never cease to make people uncomfortable. Mainly, what if Jaafar and Jermajesty had discovered this? Do we realize that's disgusting? Again, blood brothers. They are related. The fic itself I'm gonna choose not to comment on, but I will say that author put a warning for "implied incest" but had also said they weren't related when they wrote it. It doesn't matter. They are gonna be related no matter what universe.
Unfortunately I think some people would think I’m just talking out my ass, but here’s the fic that was written. You can also check out the comment that I made, and the author’s response.
💬 15 🔁 14 ❤️ 220 · temporary fix - request
jaafar, jermajesty jackson x reader
warnings: one sided love, smut as in HEAVY smut, IMPLIED
One thing we are NOT gonna write about is incest between two IRL brothers. I came across a fic which featured Jaafar and Jermajesty Jackson seemingly engaging in intercourse with the reader literally at the SAME time, as in threesome setting and the warning being ‘implied incest’ like that’s so fucking odd? could have wrote anything but no, YOU had to write a story about two IRL brothers, blood related, same parents and literally raised together about them having sex with the reader at the SAME time. could have done it different but people are gagging in the comments. Even if they weren’t ‘related’ in the story it’s so fucking weird since they ARE related regardless IRL. can’t change that.
pairing - college nerd! jafaar jackson x black fem!reader
rating - explicit (18+)
word count - 3.4k
summary - after finding jafaar’s journal, you have to find out for yourself if he’s really as innocent as everyone thinks.
warnings - smut, profanity, secrecy, invasion of privacy, he’s not as innocent as they said, you should’ve minded your business, obsessive thoughts, p in v, spitting, hair pulling, imagination and pet names, spanking.
A/n: my first Jafaar fic i hope you all enjoy it! 😋
photo credits: @onlyonemack ★
Jafaar’s dorm looked like it always did: textbooks everywhere, half-empty water bottles scattered around, and sketches covering half of his desk.
You’d been in his dorm for about twenty minutes while he went to look for the charger he swore he left in one of his friend’s rooms. The second the door shut behind him, your eyes drifted toward one of his dressers. One of the drawers was slightly open, just enough for you to catch sight of something black tucked inside.
You knew you probably shouldn’t look, but curiosity got the best of you. Rumors about Jafaar had always been weird. Half the girls on campus swore he was innocent to the point of being clueless, just some shy little architecture nerd who spent more time studying than doing anything else.
Before you could really think about it, you reached into the drawer and pulled the journal out.
The leather felt worn beneath your fingers, the edges softened like he’d opened it a hundred times before.
A bookmark stuck out near the middle. You hesitated for a second before flipping to that page and starting to read.
The very first line made your stomach tighten instantly.
You stared at the page, rereading it slower this time. Then it hit you the conversation from the other day.
You and your friend, laughing, talking about him without thinking much of it. Your stomach dropped as the words clicked into place. He wasn’t talking about some random girl. He was talking about you.
You swallowed hard, your fingers tightening around the edge of the journal. After a moment, you flipped to the next page anyway, too curious to see what else he had written about you.
There are pages and pages of more, each entry more explicit than the last. He describes you in vivid detail, the way you move, the sounds you'd make, the things he wants to do to your body every filthy scenario.
The door handle rattled, and you shoved the journal back into the drawer as quickly as you could, closing it, your heart in your ass as Jafaar stepped inside, holding the charger. You quickly tried to act normal.
“Found it,” he said, voice soft like always. But now you knew what lived behind that softness.
“Sorry it took so long. After I got the charger, I stopped to grab a drink,” he said. “The machine was out of my favorite, so I had to-” He stopped suddenly, his eyes landing on you.
Something flickered across his face. “You okay? You look… kinda flushed.”
“Ohhh, I’m fine,” you said too quickly. “It’s just a little hot in here, you know.”
He paused, studying you. His gaze flicked to the dresser drawer, now shut a little too neatly.
"You sure?" He pushed his glasses up his nose with one finger.
“Just thinking,” you said, trying to sound casual, as if you hadn’t just read about him wanting to fuck you.
His head tilted slightly. "About what?"
Your pulse hammered. The air in the room felt thicker. You were thinking about his words.
Oh … fuck it.
"About this," you said, reaching into the draw pulling the journal from its hiding spot.
His face went pale. His mouth opening and closing for a second he looked like a deer caught in headlights. "That's you shouldn't-"
"I read it." Your voice came out steadier than you expected, though your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears.
"All of it. Well, most of it.”
"That's private you know."
"Really?" You held the journal up, your thumb brushing over the worn leather. "Because it sounds like you've been thinking about me a lot. In very un-private ways."
His jaw tightened. For a long moment, he didn't say anything. Then he set the charger down as he took a step toward you.
"You think you know me," he said, his voice lower now, rougher. "You think I'm just the shy, nerdy guy who can't talk to girls. Who couldn't possibly have a single filthy thought in his head."
"I did think that," you admitted, your heart racing. "Until I found this."
He stopped in front of you, close enough that you could smell his cologne.
"So now you know." His hand reached out, and for a moment you thought he was going to take the journal. Instead, his fingers brushed against yours, trailing up your wrist.
"Now you know what I think about when I can't sleep. What I think about when you're sitting right next to me, laughing at something stupid, and all I can imagine is bending you over and fucking you until you scream."
Your breath hitched. Gosh, you wanted him to fuck you. His hand kept moving, sliding up your arm, over your shoulder, until his fingers tangled gently in the hair at the nape of your neck.
"Go ahead," he murmured, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind your ear. "Tease me. Laugh at me. Tell me I'm a pathetic pussy for writing all of that down instead of doing anything about it."
Suddenly, you felt the need to push him more.
“Everyone thinks you’re so innocent,” you said, throwing the journal down on the bed, trailing your hand down his arm and letting a hint of mockery slip into your voice.
“Sweet, shy Jafaar. You probably never even kissed a girl, right?” You paused, watching his reaction. “But here you are, writing about putting me through the mattress.”
His hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.
"Say that again?"
You smiled, feeling the thrill of pushing his buttons. "Sweet, shy Jafaar-"
He pulled you hard against his chest, his mouth crashing into yours. He kissed you all demanding, hungry, nothing like the shy boy who can barely hold eye contact. His hands weaved into your curls, his fingers twisting the strands pulling but not hard enough to hurt, but enough to let you know who's in control here.
“Bet,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m going to show your ass.”
“Yes, please,” you smirked, giving him all the consent he needed.
He effortlessly lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bed. Thankfully, he had a full-sized bed, unlike those tiny ass dorm beds you couldn’t stand. You were so grateful that this college allowed you to choose different-sized beds.
"You talked about me too. I didn’t forget ," he says, climbing onto the bed after you, settling between your legs. "I heard you. The other day with your little friend. You said I was probably inexperienced."
"You think I'm all talk?" he said, pulling his belt free letting it drop to the floor. "You think I don't know what to do with a woman?"
He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs.
"Let me show you exactly what I've been writing about."
He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head in one motion. Then your bra, his fingers working the clasp with ease..
He bent down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while his thumb worked the other. The sensation shooting straight to your pussy.
"Fuck," you gasped.
“That’s just the beginning,” he mumbled, pulling back.
He worked his way down your body, kissing, biting, leaving marks. When he reached your pants, he unbuttoned them and tugged them down your legs, along with your panties.
He sat back, staring at you lying bare before him.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "Even better than I imagined."
He leaned forward, his mouth hovering inches from your pussy. "You're gonna taste so good."
But instead of diving in, he sat up again, reaching for his journal on the bed. He opened it to a marked page.
"I wrote this one down a few weeks ago," he said. " m’gonna show you how it goes."
He tossed the journal to the side, sliding his palms up the insides of your thighs, spreading you further until you were completely exposed to him.
Leaning in, he dragged his tongue in one long, slow stroke from your entrance up to your clit.
You gasped. He didn’t give you time to recover. He licked again, firmer this time, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips. One hand stayed on your thigh, holding you open. The other slid two fingers through your slick and pushed inside without warning.
“Shit…Jafaar.”
He moaned against you, the vibration making your hips jerk. His fingers curled, finding that spot inside you that made your vision blur. He pumped them steadily, tongue never stopping its attention to your clit.
“Put your hands above your head,” he said against your skin. “If you move them I’ll stop.”
You obeyed instantly, fingers twisting into the sheets above you. Jafaar rewarded you by adding a third finger, stretching you open while his tongue worked faster. The wet sounds filled the small room his mouth on you, your own desperate breathing, the slick slide of his fingers.
“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered. “Been wanting to bury my face here since the first time I saw you in those shorts. Thought about it every night. Jerked off coming all over my chest thinking about how you’d sound when I made you come on my tongue.”
Your back arched off the bed. The pressure was building so fast, coiling tight in your lower belly. Jafaar felt it. He sucked harder on your clit crooking his fingers just right.
“You gonna come already? Go ahead then. Let me feel it.”
Your thighs clamped around his head as the orgasm ripped through you, hips bucking against his mouth. He licked you through it, fingers still moving, drawing it out until you were shaking.
He slowly pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, sucking on them. He makes a low, appreciative sound.
"Taste better than I imagined."
His chin was shiny with your slick. He wiped it with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving yours.
“Still with me?” he asked.
You nodded, breathless.
“Good because i wanna do more.”
He stood up and removed everything except his cardigan and shirt. He pushed his pants down, along with his boxers.
His dick sprung free, settling against his belly button, thick and already leaking at the tip. He wrapped a hand around the base and gave it a slow stroke as he hopped back on the bed.
The sight makes your mouth water. He's not small. Not by a long shot.
“See what you do to me?” he said. “Been hard since I walked in and saw you looking all guilty.”
He leaned down and spat directly onto your pussy. The warm saliva trickled down and he caught it with two fingers, pushing them back inside you.
“Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmured. “All puffy and wet, you’re so tight,” he said. “Gonna feel so good around my dick.”
He worked his fingers in and out a few more times, scissoring them to stretch you. Then he pulled them free and lined himself up.
He pushes in slowly, letting you feel every inch. He's bigger than you expected, stretching you in a way that borders on too much, but he doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt.
Your hands fly up, gripping his shoulders.
“Fuck! Jafaar, you’re so big!” You mewl.
“I know, sweetheart, but you can take me.”
“Can’t you?” he asks, pausing for a moment.
“Yes, I can take it, pleaseeee.”
“Goddamn,” he groaned, biting his lip to stifle a whimper. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Like you don’t want to let me go.” He stills, letting you adjust.
"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs. "Wanted you for so long. You have no idea what it was like watching you walk around.”
“Knowing I couldn’t have you, everyone thought I was too soft, too gentle to pull you.”
"But I'm not," he continues, his rhythm building. "I'm not gentle. I'm not soft. I'm the guy who's been fantasizing about fucking you into this mattress for months."
He reaches up and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, his hips thrusting into you with urgency.
“I want you” you whined.
His speed picks up, each thrust harder than the last. The bed creaks beneath you. Your hands find the sheets once more, gripping them as he takes you apart.
"Tell me I'm innocent now," he growls, driving into you.
"Tell me I'm inexperienced."
You can barely form words. "You're not ah fuck-"
"That's right." He leans over, his mouth at your ear.
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"I've been dreaming about having you in this position.”
He pulls out, and before you can protest, he's turning you over, pushing you onto your stomach. He grabs your hips, pulling them up, positioning you on your side.
As he moved you into position you had one knee bent forward, the other leg stretched straight.
Jafaar stays upright behind you on his knees. His cardigan brushing your lower back every time he shifts.
He grips the base of his dick and lines up again, pressing the swollen head against your entrance until it parts you.
He pushes in slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein stretch your walls. The angle from this height drives him straight forward instead of down so the pressure against your front walls build fast.
He bottoms out and holds there, hips flush to your ass. One hand stays planted on your hip. The other lifts and comes down hard across your right cheek. The slap cracks through the room. Heat blooms under your skin and you jerk forward moaning but his grip keeps you in place.
“Fuck,” he mutters, watching the print rise. He pulls back until only the head stays inside, then drives forward again.
“I love the way your ass jiggles.” You wiggle your ass in response, and he spanks you again, this time lower, catching the curve where your ass meets your thigh.
The sting mixes with the thick slide of his dick making you clench around him.
His knees stay planted wide for leverage. The wet sound of your pussy gripping him grows louder with each pass. He reaches down, spreading your cheeks with one hand, watching the way his dick disappeared inside you.
“Keep your leg up,” he says. You hook your top knee higher and he groans when the new angle lets him sink another half inch. His palm cracks across your ass again, harder, the sound sharp. Your skin burns and you push back into the next thrust without thinking.
He leans forward, chest hovering over your back but never dropping his weight.
He pulls your hair next. His fingers gather your hair up into a makeshift ponytail, tugging your head back until your neck arches. The pull makes your spine curve. He uses the new angle to fuck you harder, the head of his dick dragging across that spongy spot inside you every stroke.
He spanks you again, open palm, right where the skin is already tender. Your ass jiggles under the impact, and he watches it ripple.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Full,” you answer. “Deep, so deep.”
"You like that?" He was breathing hard, his lip tucked between his teeth.
"You like being taken like this? Like being treated like the filthy little fantasy you read about?"
“Yes, oh… Fuck, yes.”
“Right there,” you whine as he hits your g-spot.
"Yeah?" He focuses his thrusts, aiming for that spot. "Right there, Mama?"
"Yes, yes, fuck, Jafaar, right there."
He starts to move long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. You could feel the muscles in his thighs flexing against the backs of your legs.
Your mouth keeps falling open. You reach back and grab his wrist where he’s holding your hip.
He pulls almost all the way out, pauses, then slams back in until his hips smack your ass. The force rocks you forward. He does it again, slower this time, letting you feel every inch leave and return. Your walls flutter around him and he groans, low and rough.
“Gonna come if you keep squeezing me like that,” he warns.
“Then come,” you say. “I want it.”
He shakes his head once. “Not yet.” He leaves you empty for three long seconds, then pushes back in with one smooth stroke.
The sudden fullness makes you gasp. He spanks you twice quickly, left then right, the slaps landing on already heated skin.
“Fuck, listen to that creamy ass pussy you just creaming on me, baby,” he panted. “Taking every inch like you were made for it. Bet you’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you? Wondering what it would feel like to have me buried in you.”
All that came out of your mouth were broken moans.
His glasses slide down his nose, and you reach back to push them up, settling the frames back into place.
“Thanks, baby.” He grunts out, hypnotized by the way your pussy is swallowing his dick.
He spits down, this time directly onto where you're joined, the wetness combining with where you're already slick. "That's fucking perfect," he groans.
He reaches down, grabs your ankle, and lifts your straight leg higher so your thighs open wider. The new position lets him bottom out completely.
He stops and flips you onto your back. His dick is still hard, glistening with your white slick. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, leaning down, folding you in half like a pretzel.
“Wanna see your pretty face closer,” he said.
He slid back inside with a smooth thrust. The new angle made him go so deep that you could swear you felt him in your throat. His pubic bone pressed against your clit with every stroke.
The little chain he always wore dangled in front of you, and you took that as an opportunity to suck it into your mouth while staring him dead in the eyes.
“You look so fucking sexy with my chain in your mouth. Fucking hell.”
As you held the chain in your mouth, he moaned, “Tell me how it feels.”
“So fucking good,” you managed. “Don’t stop please don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you come on this dick,” he promised.
The filthy promise sent another wave of heat through you. Jafaar’s rhythm grew rougher.
You both didn’t care that people could hear you two outside the dorm. Now, they’ll finally know that he’s not all sweet and innocent. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you moan like that. To feel you clench around me. To watch your tits bounce while I fuck you senseless."
Another spank lands, this one lower, catching the side of your thigh. The sting travels straight to your pussy, and you clamp down around him. He curses under his breath and fucks you through the squeeze, his dick twitching inside you.
"Squeezing me so good, fuck," he grunted. "This is exactly what I fantasize about every night. You here in my room, taking me like a good girl."
You moaned, unable to form words. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in your belly.
"You like being fucked by the shy nerd, don't you?" he said, lightly slapping your face.
"The one everyone thinks is so damn inexperienced. Tell me how much you like it."
"I love it," you gasped. “You’re fucking me so good, shit.”
"Louder."
"I LOVE IT!"
He lowers his head, kissing you, swallowing your moans. His tongue slides against yours as he pulls back a little to bring his fingers down between your legs. More wetness spreads over your clit as he rubs it in, circles it with his thumb.
"So fucking nasty," you breathe.
"You like it."
He's right. You do. The wetness, the slick sound of his hand moving against you, the way his eyes watch his own fingers work.
He removes his fingers, placing them in his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.
“Tastes so fucking good.”
He pounds into you, faster, harder, and you can feel yourself tightening around him as he hits your sweet spot perfectly.
"I'm gonna—" you start.
"I know." He reaches down and presses on your lower stomach, right above where he's buried inside you. "I can feel it. You're squeezing me so fucking tight."
Your hands find his shoulders, digging into the fabric of his cardigan, the one he’s still wearing. The contrast is absurd: this nerdy, shy-looking boy in only a shirt and cardigan, fucking you into the mattress as if he’s been waiting for years.
"Come for me," he says, and his voice cracks on the last word, breaking the facade for just a second. "Please, I need to feel you come on my dick."
The please does it.
You come hard, your back arching, your nails digging into his shoulders through the wool. He keeps fucking you through it, drawing it out, and you can hear yourself making sounds you've never made before.
"That's it, that's it, fuck." He's close, you can tell by the way his rhythm stutters, the way his breath catches. "Where do you want it?" He was going to nut in you anyways, but he still wanted to ask you.
“I’m on the pill. In me.”
He comes with a groan that's almost a whimper, burying his face in your neck as he pumps into you.
You can feel him, hot and thick, filling you up, your walls clenching around him as he spills inside you. His whole body shaking from the force of it.
For a long moment neither of you moved. The only sounds were your ragged breathing and the distant noise of campus life outside the window.
"Holy shit," he murmurs against your skin.
He eases out carefully. A trickle of his cum follows, sliding down your spent pussy. He watches it with heavy-lidded eyes before reaching down and pushing it back inside you with two fingers.
“Keep that in there,” he said quietly. “Want you to feel it for the rest of the day.”
The lens of his glasses is fogged up. He collapses beside you, one arm draped over your waist.
You turned your head to look at him. “So… everyone’s wrong about you.”
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Car Conversations
You couldn’t help but stare. Not interested in the world around you. You were more interested in the man driving.
Jaafar.
That’s all you can think of right now.
You thought of the way he stroked your hair whenever you laid against his chest, or the way he held the back of your head whenever you two kissed.
But mostly you thought of the way he would hold your ass whenever he drove his dick into you.
You can sort of feel it now. Phantom pleasure.
That didn’t matter right now.
He was driving on a freeway, where it seemed there was a lot of traffic today. That didn’t bother you either. All you could focus on was him.
Who knew driving could be so sexy? You certainly didn’t.
His jaw clenches as he turns around to check his blind spot. You notice immediately. You stare.
He sees you staring.
A smile spreads across his lips, that knowing grin making your stomach tighten.
“You good over there?”
You wet your lips unintentionally, shifting in your seat. The dark leather feels warm beneath your thighs.
“Yeah. Just thinking.”
“About what?”
You go silent.
He glances over at you and smiles again.
You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the smile that brightened his face.
The boyish grin was a reflection of the childlike grace his persona held. Sweet, knowing and perfectly dangerous. Almost too personal, longing.
At this point, you were leaking. But you didn’t quite know why. Was it the driving? The jaw clench? Or just Jaafar himself?
Most likely.
“You’re staring.”
“I am.”
“Why?”
You let your eyes wander over him before biting your lip.
“Because I need you so fucking bad right now.”
His eyes dart over to you before looking right back at the road.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“How bad?”
“Bad enough I really need you to pull over and fuck me. Right now.”
He actually fully looks at you after you say that.
“Right now? You mean-“
“Right now.”
He lets out a sound that sounds like a laugh and a sigh.
“Pull over.”
“Is that how we ask?”
You almost don’t want to answer him. But your need to be ravaged takes over that idea.
“Please pull over and fuck me.”
“Ah…atta girl.”
Jaafar pulls over almost immediately. Maybe he’s also been waiting for a moment like this.
He puts the car in park and pulls the break, then looks over at you. “You wanted me to fuck you right?” You nod. “What are you waiting for?”
You practically jump out of your seat and into his lap. Jaafar smiles at you and pulls his seat back, far enough for you to feel his dick grind into your ass.
You grind against his dick and you feel him shudder under you.
“You’re just as horny as I am.”
His voice is rough, almost a growl, the words sending vibrations against your skin. It wasn’t a question. He knows. He felt it the second you climbed into his lap, the way your body responded to his…and the way you’re still grinding against him like you just can’t help yourself.
You really cannot. You shove your face into the crook of his neck and grip his shoulders as you continue to grind against him. He just holds your waist gently. He’s letting you do it. But his hands itch to do more.
“Stop.” Jaafar’s voice makes you sigh of anticipation. “Take off your pants.”
You do. You throw them behind him somewhere, not bothering to care anymore. He lifts up his waist to pull down his jeans, groaning as his dick releases into the warmth of the car.
Jaafar gazes into your eyes, mouth slightly hanging open. You lean in to kiss him and he hugs you into it. No matter how horny he is, he can never resist a slow kiss from you.
His lips meet yours. The kiss is hungry and just messy. All tongue. He bites your lower lip and you whimper into his mouth. The pain from the bite sends a wave of heat to your pussy.
As you and Jaafar continue to kiss, his hand reaches from your waist down to his length, where he nudges it against your entrance.
He breaks away from your lips for a moment to ask…”Can I?”
What a fucking gentleman. You can swoon later.
“God, yes.” You feel him beneath you, thick and hard, his tip brushing against your slick folds as you move slightly, just as a tease.
“Don’t play with me,” he murmurs. You feel the edge to it.
As you sink down, the stretch is immediate, a slow burn that makes your breath catch in your throat. Jaafar fills you inch by inch, slowly but surely, his eyes refusing to leave yours, his big hands resting on your waist guiding you down.
When you’re fully seated, you both let out a moan in unison. “Fuck,” he breathes, the word just barely escaping his lips.
You capture his mouth again and let out a whimper as you feel yourself accommodate to his thickness.
Feels good. Too good. Luckily, it’s dark out. No one will see you.
You keep this in mind as you break away from him again but lean into the crook of his neck to start riding him.
Jaafar doesn’t even need to move. You ride him fast, hard, and rough. At this point, you just want to use his dick and he just lets you.
You feel a bit pathetic, but you don’t care.
Not anymore. Not when he feels this good.
You wrap your arms against him and he adjusts his position beneath you so he hits all of the right spots, the movement driving him deeper and deeper into you. You cry out because you can’t do a thing but just take it. Your nails dig into his chest through his shirt as you practically see stars.
“Oh my god”, he says. “It’s like you’re trying to fuck the cum out of me.”
You just moan at him.
Your hips grind against his, your clit pressing against the base of his dick with each downward thrust. The pressure on your belly coils tighter and tighter as you continue to fuck yourself down on him.
His hands grip your hips, guiding you, controlling the pace. The car rocks with each thrust, the leather creaking beneath you.
You couldn’t even be bothered, and frankly, neither could Jaafar.
You grind just a little harder, just a little more, and that was it. You hold the back of his head as you continue to ride him, feeling yourself come, all over him.
You instinctively start to get up, but then Jaafar slams you back down. You let out a whine at the sudden stretch again. Jaafar doesn’t say anything, but he thrusts himself into you, hard enough that you feel every twitch that his dick makes.
Jaafar finally finishes inside of you and you feel it. All of it. It’s warm. You just whimper above him.
Jaafar finally lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding to take in some air. You do the same. You got what you wanted, thankfully, but you have an inclination he wanted- no, needed it way more.
“I-I’m sorry.” It takes a moment for you to respond.
“It’s okay.” You sound exhausted. “I really needed that.”
“Me too.”
Jaafar finally lets you sit up off of him, and you immediately feel the cum drip out. You whimper at the feeling, and drop your head against his shoulder again. He lets out a chuckle and wraps his arms around you.
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you and jaafar had been close friends as long as you can remember, so for him to just show up to your place and tell you that he was ‘bored’ only to end up asking if he could try something and never in your life would you have expected that it was this.
His glasses were pushed down to the bridge of his nose, slightly tilted and his hands were slightly shaky as he was kneeled between your legs, his breathing heavy with anticipation and nerves. Slowly he trailed his finger along your inner thighs, his breathing shuddering at the softness of your skin.
“I-I’ve never done this before..just seen it from here and there..” he admitted softly and shyly and yet he kept eye contact with you through it and you even wondered how in the hell he could still do that. “But I do want to make you feel good..”
With shaking hands, Jaafar hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down your thighs. Once the panties were off, he hesitated, his palms slick with sweat as he gazed at her intimate area.
“If I do anything wrong just-“ “don’t worry” you reassured him as you guided his hand to stroke your thigh. Almost hesitantly, he trailed a finger along your slit, marvelling at the softness and warmth.
Jaafar looked at you through the lenses of his glasses, dark eyes slightly wide and intense behind them. His fingertip circled your entrance, applying the gentlest pressure as if he was seeking permission to proceed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his usual soft voice now low and husky with arousal and admiration.
Slowly he eased a single finger inside of you, his breathing catching at the heat enveloping his finger. His movements were clumsy and unpracticed, thrusting shallowly, your hips titling to take his finger deeper despite the awkward angle. You reached your hand down to cover his hand with your own to guide his movements subtly.
“You’re doing great, baby. Just like that..” you moaned softly as his eyes fluttered close behind his glasses as you guided his hand a soft whimper escaping his lips at your words of praises.
Jaafar moved with more confidence now, his finger curling inside of you as he sought out that special spot that seemed to set you off.
“Like this?” He breathed, and you nodded arching your back slightly, his other hand sliding up to cup your clothed breast, kneading the soft flesh with tenderness. He leaned closer, nuzzling into your neck as he continued his clumsy but enthusiastic exploration.
He carefully slid a second finger alongside the first, stretching you gently as he pushed deeper. He moaned at the feeling, glasses fogging from the heat building on his skin.
“O-oh wow..” Jaafar gasped softly marvelling at the sensation. He started slow and awkward once again, curling and uncurling his digits as he searched for that sweet spot that made you let out that whimper that made him hard. His thumb brushed over your sensitive clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your core.
“Mmm yes, right there..don’t stop!” Your hips rocked against his hand, meeting each thrust as the coil in your belly tightened.
“Jaafar– I’m so close” You grinded down as he hit the perfect spot, the movement squelching as the wetness gathered on his fingers. Your inner walls fluttered and clenched around his digits as he moved his fingers faster.
He curled his fingers just right, rubbing insistently against that sweet spot and his thumb flicking rapidly over your throbbing clit.
“C-cum for me” Jaafar urged, his voice strained with his own rapidly building arousal.
Clear fluid gushed out around Jaafar’s plunging fingers, coating his hand and dripping down your thigh as you rode out the intense wave of your orgasm. Jaafar’s first ever orgasm that he gave someone.
You moaned, holding into his shoulder, your back arching off the bed before dropping back down, panting loudly.
As you caught your breath, Jaafar slowly withdrew his soaked fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste your essence with a quiet moan at the taste. His cock strained against his grey sweatpants which was very visible now with the print.
“Would you look at that..” you chuckled as you looked down, biting your lips as you sat up. “Take them off”
Jaafar hesitated for a moment, pushing his glasses up before reaching down to slowly pull his sweatpants down. “And now..?” He asked patiently and with all your strength you pulled him by his boxers, making him yelp as you pulled his boxers down.
Jaafar was now standing by the edge of the bed while moved to lay on your stomach, legs up. He didn’t take his eyes off of you, despite his shyness and his heart beating out of his chest as you gasped softly at how big he was.
“S-sorry I have never– uhm you know..showed anyone” Jaafar said shyly, almost in a whiny voice.
“And you hid all that?” you asked teasingly as your thumb circled around the tip, smearing the fluid leaking from his tip and his body shuddered.
Jaafar couldn’t even get a sentence out as you had leaned forward, extending your tongue to lap on his tip, licking up the precum and swirling it around. The taste of his essence exploded across your mouth, salty and slightly bitter, with some sweetness that made you crave for more.
Unable to resist, you parted your lips and engulfed just the tip as you savoured more of his flavour. You relaxed your throat, taking more of Jaafar’s thick cock past your lips, inch by inch disappeared into the slick heat of your mouth as you slowly bobbed your head, setting a steady rhythm as you took what you could fit in your mouth.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god” Jaafar whimpered brokenly, gripping the back of your head, tears pricking behind his smudged glasses. Each squeeze of your throat making him cry out and he could swear that he could cum immediately.
“P-please,” Jaafar whimpered pathetically, his knees slightly buckling as he struggled to remain upright. “It’s too much, I can’t–“ He threw his head back as he fought the urge to just fuck your mouth but he didn’t want to overwhelm you especially with how big he was when you could barely take all of him.
Drool leaked from the corner of your lips and down to your chin, coating his cock and balls aswell. The slurping sounds filled the room, punctuated by his cries and whimpers.
Tears kept streaming down Jaafar’s face as he teetered on the brink, overwhelmed by the intense simulation. His cock throbbed almost painfully, his balls drawing up rather quickly as his climax approached.
“I-I’m gonna..” his words trailed off as a strangled cry left his throat and the orgasm crashed over him.
Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, flooding your throat and mouth. Jaafar shuddered violently, his glasses tilted to the side and fogged from the heat, he was seeing stars as wave after wave of pleasure wracked his body. Tears glistened his cheeks behind the glasses and he finally looked down at you, still rutting in your face shallowly before he slumped on the bed, cock slipping out of your mouth and as he gasped for air.
You swallowed his cum before leaning over him, and wiped his tears. “You did so well, so proud of you” you murmured soothingly as he leaned into your touch and his cheeks warming up to your words.
“Atleast I could see you properly..” Jaafar jokingly said as he pushed his glasses up which were smudged, fogged up and crooked.
“Oh trust me..you will see me even better” you said in a low tone, removing his glasses and putting them aside as you climbed up his lap.
“W-wait..what are you–“ “about to give you the best ride in your entire life..”
