#dryhumping

your breath hitches, you've never been exposed on a big screen before, and knowing that it would be in a room with multiple people and especially jaafar, the idea scared you. you weren't that kind of actress yet. heat creeping up your neck, you dart your eyes to jaafar before responding. "what kind of nudity?"

the jackson next to you doesn't look away from you, you can tell he didn't want to see you uncomfortable, but he was observing quite closely. you and jaafar knew surface level information about one another, and it was safe to say you both were aware of the age-gap between the both of you. keeping your sight forward, you look at the man while you try to ignore jaafar's gaze on you.

"topless nudity, but it doesn't have to be your full chest. we want to go with the flow, but since you're so new to this we want to…" the director looks around the room, snapping his fingers while he tries to look for the word, "protect you." he lands with, holding your eyes again. you don't see, but jaafars adams apple bobs. jaafar felt shameful about his immense attraction to you and the idea of working with you naked made him quite nervous.

you hear him out, "are you uncomfortable with an entire studio seeing you bare?" he asks, clicking his pen and lightly twisting in his chair with wheels.

you swallow, answering honestly. "i've never filmed anything where i needed to be, so yes, i think i'm a little uncomfortable."

jaafar drops his gaze, he knows that after you it would be his turn to get asked these questions.

the man pops a shoulder, "thought so, it's only natural." then he abruptly asks a question that feels out of place. "have you worn backless dresses or tops before?" he randomly questions.

you nod, "yeah."

the man gives a look to one of the writers beside him, who jots something down on a sticky note.

"y/n, we'll get back to you on this, we want you to feel as comfortable and safe in this environment as possible. i'll discuss things further with you regarding nudity later, okay?"

you smile, and jaafar makes sure to lift his eyes and see it. "of course, thank you so much. i am willing to negotiate further, and make exceptions, i don't want you to think i won't do anything at all."

the man lifts his palm, "you're sweet, but you're only so young. now," he turns to jaafar, who was rubbing his palm on his thighs. "i'm not gonna make you get naked while you portray your uncle," jaafar laughs, and you cant help but chuckle too, "but this will be a very tension-filled, sexual scene. i'm going to give you both enough wiggle room to behave however you want but this is basically the scene—"

the writers pull out a stack of stapled paper, an older woman begins reading it out.

Cameras flash all on Michael, but he was staring at [Reader's character] who stands on the sidelines, away from paparazzi and interviewers and beside Bill and Michael's manager. The audience gets a view-shot of her entire flattering, sultry dress. Michael, despite being on the red carpet, pulls away early, eager to leave.

"Blah blah blah, okay, here's the scene."

Now that Michael was finally alone with [Reader's character], it's quiet and tension is thick in the air. Michael decides to speak first. He mentions something about how [Reader's characters]'s feet must be aching from her shoes. She, feeling bold, lifts up her legs and points her feet to Michael. She asks him to take her heels off for her. Michael doesn't think twice, feeling her feet once they are off.

"now jaafar, you're going to massage her toes and when you press against the middle of her foot, y/n will moan, this will take michael by surprise, kind of—shyly, boyishly smiling."

this was all starting to settle on to jaafars shoulders, he will really have to do these things with you. he wasn't sure how he felt, outside of his nervousness, but he would be a liar if he said this didn't excite him a little.

listening to the script kind of felt like a blur for you, a moment is brought up where jaafar will have to slide his hands under your dress and off of you, exposing you, you felt lightheaded. jaafar was good-looking, of course you couldn't wrap your mind around it.

"but don't worry, y/n. we'll edit this back if you're sure that you don't want to be naked."

as the explanation went on, you realize just how close you will need to get with jaafar.

phrases like "palm him", "pull his hair", "your tongue is gonna—" were thrown around, and that was only what you had to do. jaafar was left with much more work.

"remember, michael was quite the ladies man, he knew what he was doing when he put on a soft-act, and jaafar, you will also have to."

"yeah, i think i caught on with that." he jokes and you grin. just by his tone you can tell he was just as new to this as you. you often forget that he was never an actor before the first film, you both probably felt the same exact way.

"is there anything about the scene you two want me to change?"

you and jaafar both turn to look at each other but you both decide to remain silent, it seemed you both were open minded which was great news for the production.

you shake your head at the man, and he exclaims.

"great! now, this scene will take around a few days to film despite being a short one. our intimacy coordinator suggested, since you two have never filmed a romantic scene before, that you dedicate a few days together. you know, getting comfortable with each other and practicing the scene alone together before she interferes and organizes everything. we still want there to be passion, so we're relying on you two to make that happen. don't let it get unprofessional, but loosen each other up before the production interferes and filming starts happening, okay?"

alright, now you are a little scared. a few days of just you and jaafar together and, what, having sex? based on jaafar's shy, boyish expression, you can tell he was overthinking this just as much as you were.

everyone already starts to leave but you and jaafar are still planted on your seats.

"i would suggest starting as soon as possible, we're already behind schedule, so like, today.'

today.

is this a prank?

you can't even complain, you quite literally signed up for this.

the room began to empty out and you were still there, staring at your copy of the script. so was jaafar, who immediately rubs his forehead after it's just you two now.

"i had no clue they were gonna make me do this after i accepted doing the first movie." he said, humor behind his voice.

you laugh, "yeah, i got no excuse. not sure what we're gonna do with the whole topless thing though."

he takes a moment to respond back, there was a thickness in the air now that it was just the two of you. it was to be expected, after getting a step-for-step guide on how you're gonna be having sex for the next few weeks of practicing and filming. "do ah, do we just get right into it or do you want to get to know each other better first?"

looking at the dimple on his cheek, you say "i think getting to know each other sounds better right now."

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you burst out laughing. you were back at his apartment now and you realize he's way funnier than he lets on, the sounds of your laughing giving him a sense of pride floating in his chest.

despite him saying he doesn't drink, he makes an exception today in order to pave some room for you both. no one was exactly drunk, just tipsy.

"i mean just look at his mustache!" he doubles down and you actually feel tears forming.

"oh my god, stop, i can't breathe." you throw your head back on his couch, gasping for air as you force yourself to calm down. he can't help but laugh when you do, so you both were just giggling messes.

you make a noise that sounds like a content sigh, turning your head to look at him as silence finally settles between you two again. you notice how jaafar doesn't make eye contact with you for long, looking away every time you catch his gaze. now he looks at the empty glass cups on his coffee table and the folders beside them, but you were too busy focusing on his curls which he grew out since the last movie. his hair wasn't too long per se, just a casually messy head of curls that he looked fabulous in.

he now knows more about what kind of music you listen to and your relationship with your family, but also your personality now shined like a sun-beam outside of a work setting. he absoluetly adored you.

he tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. he felt shameful for his violating, ungentleman-like thoughts but god. he could not wait to fuck you.

jaafar picks up the folder, giving you a wide smile which makes you try to swallow down how flustered you felt.

your sight darts to the folder now in his hand, nervousness eating you up again. "i guess we gotta get to it, huh."

"nah, not right away if you don't want," he flips through it quickly before dismissing it back on the table again. "how about we just do what we remember today, and tomorrow we follow it step by step?'

still in a mood where you felt like joking, you jump straight into it.

"oh gosh, my feet, michael. they just hurt so bad…" you made up your own dialogue as you lifted your right foot, where you only had a sock on since you had taken your shoes off before entering his apartment.

already, he laughs, the sound comforting you as he scooches close to you. "nope, no i cant have that, give me your foot," he grasps it and places it on his lap, shoving your socks off and doing a surprisingly good job at massaging it.

actually, it took you by surprise how good it was, you unexpectedly shove a hand to your mouth to keep yourself from making any noises.

"awh, i didn't even get to the pad of your foot yet." he grins at you, lifting a hand to pull your own hand away from your mouth. his being significantly bigger, softer.

you remembered you were supposed to be making noise, so you just let him, but it was just a massage and despite being tipsy, you didn't want to embarrass yourself by being too vocal so you force yourself to remain quiet.

you weren't wearing a dress, so he couldn't follow the steps of sliding his hand under it and groping your thighs, so instead he goes over your pants. his hands were warm, the heat of it seeping through your material until he reached your thigh, your character spread her legs open wider, so you do too.

he moves slower for a moment, you think it's because he was trying to remember what to do next, but what you don't know was that his heart was thumping so hard in his chest he thinks you can hear it. really. jaafar was building up his courage.

slowly getting closer to you, breathing in your scent, he looks up at you with such a puppy dog expression, you almost ask him what's wrong. "i'm going to touch you over your clothes today, okay?" jaafar tells you instead of asking you.

"okay," you respond softly, his character was supposed to grope your actual body, but jaafar barely even hovers above your clothed breast. he was so nice, it began frustrating you. you understand this was your job, but you were both new to this and you couldn't change how you feel at this moment.

"jaafar," your voice above a whisper, the humorous environment quickly shifting to exactly what the production was thinking when they wrote out this scene. jaafar looks back at you with his brown, sweet eyes. "i know you can tell i'm not wearing a bra under this," he watches your mouth and he gulps, "but you can loosen up, we need to."

he nods, hesitantly palming you while his other hand squeezed your thigh. arching your back from the sofa, you go to kiss his jaw like you remembered you should. jaafar got shivers at the feeling of your soft pillowy lips pressing against his skin, completely engulfed in your scent.

jaafar has never been this nervous preparing for a scene before, not even when he had to spin and do moonwalks. His mind went blank, he couldn't contain himself under the gaze of your doe eyes, eagerly waiting for his next move. he didn't expect the cotton of your shirt to be so thin, feeling your nipple grow harder against his grasp.

now he really couldn't focus.

"ah.." he drops his head to look at his lap, "what did it say i do now?" he was too shy to even look at you, all the blood rushing up to his face. he didn't think this would be so hard.

"kiss me," you purred. you didn't mean for it to come out that way, your tone making jaafar's heart skip a beat until he almost started praying.

slowly, he closes the space between you. you sucked in a breath while your lips brushed against each other. finally, he pressed his own lips against yours, and you tasted so sweet he felt as if he was growing high. the kiss was short, but so perfect. your lips felt lonely when he pulled away.

nervously rubbing his thumb over your clothed nipple, his body language proved his anxiousness, kneading your thighs as he dropped his forehead to your shoulder.. you bite your lip at the feeling, not ignoring the fact that none of this was in the script. "what do i do now?" he asks, afraid to look at you.

your fingers tangle themselves amongst the curls over his nape, "doesn't matter, this was about getting the tension out of the way, right?" you asked. he felt like a student who was being guided by a teacher, god he was so hard. he was an amateur actor, he didn't know how long he could hide it for.

you had no idea this was practically like the blind leading the blind, but he lifts his head from off your shoulder anyways and nods. "yes," he tells himself, "you're right."

focus jaafar.

he kisses you again and you are more than welcoming, but this kiss was far more extensive than the one before. his demeanor is broken, desperate. he moves his hand from your boob, leaving you colder while he reaches for the other side of your hip, pressing you against him.

"come on," he softly orders, fighting the urge not to stick his tongue in you, "sit on my lap, please…"

you're supposed to be in character, but calling his uncle's name out right now doesn't feel right. doing as you're told, you feel how hard he is now that his crotch is nuzzled between your ass, straddling both his sides.

taking matters into your own hands, you decide to part between his teeth using your tongue, but it seems he also had the urge to do it at the same time, so your tongues end up swirling against each other. this makes him whimper while your hips start rocking against him.

you suck his bottom lip as you tug on his hair, he instinctively stands up while he carried you from your thighs, you hooking your legs around his waist for extra security while he took you to his bedroom. he was such a gentleman, he didn't want the first time you two "rehearse" to be in the middle of his living room.

you didn't care where it would be, you were so wet you were sure you were damp through your pants.

he gently lays you down on his bed, and you can smell him everywhere. the sheets, the pillows, everything was so him. the scene didn't include any real penetration, and he promised to practice this without any clothes being taken off either of you, so the two of you felt so incredibly restricted.

you couldn't admit to each other you were frustrated that the first day on the job for this scene didn't include skin to skin contact.

"don't let it get unprofessional."

jaafar had to hold himself back so much, it physically hurt. he just stuck with what he knew he was allowed to do. pulling away from your mouth to look at the hard nipples poking through your shirt, he whines, grabbing a handful of it while crawling over you.

"i wish you could suck them," you impulsively, very unprofessionally gasp.

as soon as you were about to regret it and hate yourself forever, he responds immediately. "me too," he moans, a pained look on his features.

you look at each other, intoxication playing in both your eyes. without another word, you shove your shirt above your head and he helps it off you. his mouth immediately salivates, licking past your nipple as he buries himself in your tits.

he calls favorite for your right breast, kissing it and moaning into it while his other hand plays with the other one, flicking your nipple and twisting it. you didn't want to be obnoxious, biting your lip to suppress your whimper. your legs spread open, your tits jiggling in his face when you lift up your hip to press yourself against his crotch.

he pulls away from your chest, his chin just as wet as your boobs. his fixes himself, aligning his clothed cock against your clothed pussy, he can't believe what he's doing. "jaafar…" you mewled, embarrassingly covering your face with the back of your hand.

"stop," he particularly ordered, shoving your hand over your head. "i have to see you…" jaafar licks his lower lip. you blush hard, rolling your hips as the thick, rock-hard outline of his dick gets you even wetter.

unable to contain himself, he presses harder into you, humping you through your clothes as the contact presses against your clit. he doesn't know where to look, you're a distracting billboard. there was a dark wet circle of precum on his pants, he was so embarrassed, but it only turned him on more.

your soft, smaller hand goes to touch his throat, he leans closer to you, his shirt-covered chest hovering just above your bouncing, exposed one. gently wrapping your hands around his throat, his adams apple bobs against your palm and you kiss him again.

your pussy clenches around nothing and his dick twitches against you, you didn't know how much longer you could roll your hips, feeling as if you were about to cry out in frustration." jaafar," you coo against his mouth, accidentally squeezing his throat tighter. jaafar didn't think he could get any harder.

"jus' ah little longer y/n." he slurs, seeing stars. he takes your leg and puts it over his shoulder, humping through your pussy harder while you tried fucking yourself back on him. your orgasm completely sneaks up on you, jumpscared with the sudden cum pulsing out of you, leaking through your clothes. "jaafar!" you shuttered, your back almost completely arching off of his mattress. he keeps dryhumping you, throwing his head completely back until his hip stutters.

now you both were soaked messes of cum.

don't let it get unprofessional my ass.

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ok let me know if you guys want a part 2 to this where they do a little more than just dryhumping if you catch my drift