#sub!jaafar

Synopsis: you offer help to your friend Jaafar (wink!)

Content: sub!Jaafar, dom!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, handjob, spit, cheating, perv!Jaafar, cum eating (slightly), pet names, no use of y/n, smut (obviously)

Notes: my very first smut fic, don’t take me out back and shoot me pls…

Wc: 2.8k

He licked his lips, eyes planted on your chest as if they were your new set of eyes. He didn’t want to make it obvious, but he couldn’t fight the urge. They sat perfectly in the blouse you had on, and it was a hot day, so they were on display. Oh, how easy was it for Jaafar to sit and stare at them–he’d stay there all day if it was possible. 

However, you didn’t notice you were too busy rambling about your new job to see your friend ogling at your breast. He instinctively leaned in closer as you two sat on the couch in his living room, and maybe to the naked eye it’d seem like he was listening, but if they looked closer they’d see the lust pouring from his pores. 

There was a stiffness in his jeans that got harder by the second—images of his hands kneading and sucking on your breast invaded his mind. He began to fantasize about his tongue circling on your hard nipples and softly nibbling at them. 

How you’d whimper and gasp softly at the sensation, how soft your skin would feel beneath his mouth, and him tracing delicate kisses from your chest up to your neck while lightly gliding his tongue along, tasting your scent. 

He could easily cum from the pornographic image in his mind—and he almost did until you abruptly stopped talking. 

“Jaafar?” You watched him jump slightly, bringing his eyes to yours as he sat straight up and cleared his throat.

“Y-yea?” 

One eyebrow lifted at his demeanor; he only hoped you couldn’t read his current state. Anxiety began to climb through his chest; however, you didn’t notice anything except the twisted expression on his face. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s hot in here; are you hot?” he stood on his feet, pacing over to the thermostat to turn the air on. When he turned back around, that's when you noticed the bulge in his pants. You quickly glanced back up at his face, trying to hide the fact that you just saw your friend's hard-on. 

Your mind went blank, and curiosity introduced itself. You started to wonder. Maybe it was nothing, just something that came out of nowhere. You racked your brain, unable to find a reasonable conclusion. No way he was turned on by you—his friend of six months—especially with him about to get married soon.

Nothing made sense; what was going on? 

As he sat back down on the couch, you couldn’t help but look down again, but this time he noticed it. Jaafar began to stutter, his mouth open with no actual words coming out. 

“I-I’m sorry, it’s not—I’m not a creep. I just—uh, your shirt,” he gestured to it, quickly looking away as the embarrassment settled in.

You watched him fidget with his fingers before wiping his hands on his jeans. His breathing became shaky as if he was trying his hardest not to steal another glance at your chest.

You two became an inch apart once you slid closer to him, placing a hand on his back. You weren’t mad; in fact, you started to get aroused yourself at his current state. He jumped slightly at the contact and looked at you, heat consuming his body at the warmth of your hand. 

“Jaafar, it’s okay. I mean, I’m not upset; it’s a natural human response after seeing something sexually appealing,” you watched his eyebrows raise at your words, surprised by your reaction. 

As wrong as it was, you didn’t care that he was in a decade long relationship, especially after hearing all the difficulties and problems they were having due to Maddie’s jealousy of you—well, now you knew why.

“You’re not mad?” he wanted to be sure. You shook your head, moving your hand to the side of his face and brushing your fingers through his curls.

“No, in fact I can help you get rid of it if you want me to,” a small smile reached your face as you slowly dragged your hand down his chest. His eyes followed, beginning to close as you inched further down, waiting for you to reach his pants.

But you stopped right before they did, and instead you placed your hand on his thigh and watched his adams apple jump.

“Jaafar, if you want me to go further, I need your permission, verbally.”

“Yes, I-I want you,” his mind became clouded. All the blood from his head rushed to the one between his legs. The only thing he could focus on was your hand rubbing his upper thigh just inches away from where he needed it the most.

“Want me to do what? Use your words, tell me what you want, Jaafar,” your breath touched his ear, and goosebumps appeared on his skin. Your voice reached him, dripping with sensuality and a softness that made his dick jump. 

Not to mention the second heartbeat between your legs, there was a hunger building up minute by minute, but you successfully continued toying with Jaafar like putty in your hands.

“Want your hands on my dick please—please.”

“Oh baby, you don’t have to beg—at least not yet.” His eyes opened and caught yours, witnessing the fire being ignited in them while his sat low, full of arousal.

You reached for the button of his jeans and pulled them and his briefs down to his knees. His dick sprang out completely hard, the tip glistening with precum. You wrapped your hand around the tip, collecting the liquid with your thumb and slowly began moving your hand up and down. 

Low whimpers escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut as his head dropped back against the couch. 

You continued going at a slow pace, watching his eyebrows furrow and his bottom lip become embedded between his teeth. Your panties weren’t dry anymore as you watched his face contort in the ecstasy of the pleasure he was receiving. 

Leaning in, centimeters away from his ear, you ever so gently nibbled at his earlobe. Taking it softly between your top teeth and tongue, hearing his whimpers turn into soft moans. You were eager to watch him completely unravel at your touch; you had full control, feeling his world in your hands. 

“Open your eyes, I want you to watch me make you cum,” the second he did it, you began to pick up the pace, and his hips bucked up in response. 

“You’re awfully quiet. Am I making you feel good?” You watched his eyes meet yours, and before he could mutter a response, he let out another moan, feeling himself about to reach his peak.

“’s good—uh-you’re makin’ me feel so good baby-fuck.”

His eyebrows creased tighter, and unbeknownst to you, he didn’t want it to end just yet despite his climax gradually climbing up his body. He stared into your eyes, afraid that if he looked down he’d release, but unbeknownst to him that wasn’t happening anytime soon. 

Veins pulsing, you knew he was about to cum, which made you slow down at an agonizingly slow pace. Jaafar, drunk with desire, looked at your lips, trying to verbalize his wants. 

“Kiss me, can you kiss me please?”

“Kiss you where? Right here?” You pecked his cheek while his head slightly fell back.

“Lips—I need your lips on mine.” He picked his head up, and your lips met his—slow and passionate, letting him access your mouth with his tongue. You began to pick up the pace, and his hand grabbed your free one as you pulled away.

“Do you wanna cum?” 

He nodded frantically, letting uncontrollable moans and expletives leave his mouth as you picked up the pace. His climax was almost reached, making his hips buck up once more, but you slowed down again at a steady rhythm. 

“I won’t let you if you don’t use your words, Jaafar.”

His chest heaved—his breathing was loud, filling the space as he blinked. Tears reached the corners of his eyes, and the hold on your hand slightly tightened. From your point of view, it was a work of art—nothing that any famous artist could paint. You tightened your grip around his base and witnessed the vein in his neck popping out.

“I wanna c-cum, please. P-please let me cum—oh my-shit!” His voice wavered between high and low pitches, along with his moans, which were better than anything you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Why should I let you? Does she do you like this? I bet you don’t get as hard for her as you do for me.” As much as Jaafar enjoyed it, he felt himself slipping away; the self-control was diminishing second by second. Plus, the way you were talking wasn’t helping either.

“Look at you so needy and weak—you’re that much of a pervert that you were ready to cum at the sight of my breast?” 

Tears ran down his face, his mind turned to mush, and anything that was coming out of his mouth now was incoherent. Mumbles, expletives, and groans so loud it sounded like a symphony.

He couldn’t even focus his gaze on you or anywhere for that matter; his eyes stayed glued to the ceiling, occasionally closing and then opening, thinking back to what you told him earlier. 

“P-please let me c-cum. I wanna cum, baby, please, I can’t take it.” 

You smirked at him, brushing your fingers through his hair. You felt a sheet of sweat accumulating on his forehead.

“You can’t take it, sweets? You want me to let your pretty dick cum all over my hand?”

He hummed in response, nodding his head, unable to verbally form any words. You grabbed his jaw and brought his face back down to yours, then you picked up his hand and placed it on your breast. 

 “Is this what you want? Will this do it for you? If so, then show me,” You pumped him at a relentless speed, and within seconds Jaafar’s body stiffened as he cried out your name. His hand squeezed at your breast while white ropes shot out, landing on him and your hand as he greedily thrusted his hips up.

You continued stroking him slowly as he came down from his orgasm. His breathing slowed, and he closed his eyes, falling limp against the couch. You released him and took your index finger to wipe the excess fluid off your hand, tasting the warm saltiness of his cum.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, looking at you through the slit of his eyelids. 

“Thank you? Honey, I’m not done with you yet,” you responded as your fingers began unbuttoning your shirt. You pulled it off, threw it aside, and moved on to unhook your bra.

Jaafar sat up, his brown eyes widening and locked on you, waiting for your next move. You then stood up, your arm still covering your chest, and looked down at him. “Come here.”

He scooted to the edge of the couch, his face in direct line with your pink mini skirt. 

“Unbutton my skirt and take it off,” his fingers flew to the button, and he watched as it fell right to the floor, leaving you in your black lace thong. He licked his lips, eyes practically bulging out of his head. 

“Can I t-touch—you?” His hand crept up to your center, ready to slide the cotton fabric to the side. You slapped it in response, “No, I only get to touch you, got it?”

Jaafar couldn’t lie; he was a little taken aback by your control. It was something he didn’t expect; you were so sweet and kind. This was a whole different side of you, but it wasn’t like he wanted to protest anyway because deep down inside he was reveling in the fact that he was completely at your mercy. So much so that his dick rose again, he helplessly looked up at you, hands anxiously rubbing his knees.

You removed your arm letting your breast be seen, and taking his hands, you placed them on your breast. He held them so delicately, like pearls, almost afraid to do anything as if they’d break.

He felt your hard nipples against his palms, his mouth watering at the contact, and you were fully drenched at the sight. Even though you were a double D cup, his hands were so big that they almost covered your entire chest. 

Your fingers curled along the lace thong and slowly removed it. Taking them in your hands, you balled them up and shoved them in his mouth. He tasted your sweetness, the little bit of drool coming down at the side of his mouth.

You were completely nude, your bare pussy right in his face, and he couldn’t even touch it. He could only imagine how wet you were. 

Imagine how slippery your clit would be on his fingers, how warm you’d be if he slipped them inside, and how he wanted to drink you up like a man that’s been stranded in a hot desert. 

But he was unaware of what was about to happen next as you rested your hands on his shoulders. Your knees dug into the couch at his sides, and you grabbed his dick, lining it up with your entrance. 

 Slowly, you took him in, feeling him stretch you out. You saw how big he was but didn’t expect him to fill you up the way he did. An uncontainable gasp left your lips as you settled on top of him and his hands moved from your breast to your hips. 

Jaafar whimpered, desperately wanting to move you up and down. His fingers imprinted on your skin; he was holding onto you, trying to contain himself, but the minute you readjusted for comfort, his self-control dissipated, and he slightly raised your hips. 

You quickly grabbed him, moving his hands away. “You’re so disobedient. Did I tell you to do that?” 

He shook his head, muffling out a low ‘no.’

“So then act right, or you won’t get anything.”

You placed his hands back where they were and wrapped your arms around his neck. You steadily rose and fell on his lap, hearing him mewl softly.

“Shit, this feels so good,” you mutter out between moans, slightly picking up the pace. Jaafar, in a daze, looked down, watching your pussy engulf his dick. 

You pulled the thong from his mouth. “You see how good you’re makin’ me feel? Do you wanna taste it?” You brought your hand to your clit, collecting the wetness with your index and middle finger.

Jaafar opened his mouth to receive your fingers, sucking on them lightly with his tongue, taking up every bit of you. You snatched them out and gripped his jaw, “Open your mouth.”

The pace in your hips quickened as you spit directly onto his tongue. His eyes rolled to the back, unable to keep his head up. Dizzily, Jaafar tried to speak, his words coming out broken in between moans. It was accompanied by the slopping wet sounds of both of you as you two incessantly joined each other over and over.

The only thing he could do was grab your face and bring your lips to his. He hungrily kissed you as you both explored the interior of each other’s mouths. You were on a high, feeling your orgasm build up in your lower belly stroke by stroke. 

 You pulled back, your fingers raking through the back of his curls, pulling them gently. “Fuck—baby, go faster!” He managed to grunt out, feeling his peak reach with every second. 

You tightly gripped his hair, pulling his head back. “Mmmm—look at you, so weak beneath me. You’re so fuckin’ pathetic, how many times have you thought about havin’ me like this, huh?”

“S-so—so much. Oh god I’m gonna-“

“C’mon baby let it out, show me how much you want it!”

He reached his climax, and you weren’t far behind him. He filled you up, his warm ropes of cum painting your womb. The way his body jerked and stiffened, he was stuck beneath you, letting the loudest moans and expletives fly from his mouth.

His arms squeezed around your waist, holding you as if you’d slip away while his breathing hitched, feeling your walls rhythmically beat around his dick. 

Your bottom lip became embedded between your teeth as your back arched against him. Breast pressed up against his chest, Jaafar whined at the overstimulation reaching him as you chased your own orgasm. 

“Mmm fuck! I’m gonna cu-um!” Eyes shut tight, your orgasm erupted through your body, sending you over the edge. Your lower half tightened around his waist while you cried out, juices completely drenching his couch. Your walls contracted around his dick, leaving Jaafar moaning out at the sensation. 

He squeezed and massaged your ass as you rode out your orgasm and hissed at your nails digging into his shoulders. 

You both took a moment to catch your breath and your eyes fluttered open to the sight of him peering at you through his half lidded ones. 

He opened his mouth only to speak a few words, “Wanna go again?”