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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.”
Hiii….second fic! If it isn’t obvious, I’m very new to writing, but I enjoy it! To be honest, I’ve written smut but I’ve never published, especially online…please leave comments for opinions! I would love to read them!!!
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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𝜗ৎ contains. fingering, shy jaafar, whimpering, slightly subby jaafar, oral receiving, reader is BLACK, jaafar has a big dick, inexperienced jaafar.
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..”
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