#marwan Kenzari x black reader

[melaninenthusiasts]

Drunk In Love | Jafar

genre—headcanon

warning—sexually explicit (18+), foul language

summary— y/n and her husband,jafar spent a lovely arabian night at the club and leave drunk in love.

you and jafar had just spent the night at the hottest club smoking hookahs and drinking heavily making out ready to rip eachother's clothes off

the two of you finally make it to the palace with your tongue down eachother's throat

you can't get enough of him

you ride his magic carpet just like he likes it. he moans out "yeah baby, just like that" breathing heavily which is sexy as fuck by the way.

"You like that?" You asked jafar riding him slowly watching him in ecstasy

"Shit, girl..." he moaned out as you rode him faster

SMACK! he smacked your ass as you bounced up and down

his lips taste like dark liquor, sweet hookah, and backwood

his cologne is this signature arabian musk infused that smells heavenly

you tell him how much you want him not being able to take your fingers off of him

you ran your hands against his chest admiring his body hair. not to much and not too little, just enough. it's just so sexy and manly and that shape up beard of his makes you want to soak it

you used his face as a seat and he enjoyed every bit of it.

he loved how you surfed on his face and with every motion he kissed, licked, and slurped on your pussy. Your body shook at him penetrating your core with his wet muscle. You tried to pull back but he held on to your thighs.

His soaked beard dripped of all of your juices

The sex jafar and his wife were having was purely raw and nasty.

You did everything you could do to the dick: sit on it, spit on it, lick on it....etc

"who is the most powerful man on earth?" He asks as he fucks you.

"Hm?" Jafar says slowing down to tease you

"You are..." you bit your lip as he goes faster in return. "You are......" you repeat as he fucks you whining his hips more making you orgasm.

"fuck, you're so sexy..." he slurs his words out to you as his lips brushes against your skin adoring and worshiping your body.

you liked how me kissed on your neck sloppily and held on to your tiny waist as you rode him

he also caught your nipple in his mouth and moaned as you grinded against his built naked body

he fucks you so good rocking your shit and all you can do is moan

you scream his name echoing it all throughout the humongous palace not caring about the staff and soldiers.

your yelps and moans bounced off the walls

Nothing but the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room

"Oh—fuckkkk!" You moaned out

"Yes, yes, yessssss—Ahhh!"

"Oh, Jafar—ouuuu mhm, mhm"

"You like daddy dick?" He asked you.

"I love daddy dick..." you repeated

"Cum with me..." he slurred out

you woke up in the kitchen asking how the hell did this shit happen

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[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Desert Flower

Jafar x black!reader

word count: 406

summary: Jafar asks reader to be his date to the ball and she gives him an answer that isn’t quite so satisfying... for either of them.

a/n: we stan the Marwan Kenzari portrayal of Jafar bc power hungry kings? 🥰 I could write more for this, but it all just depends on inspiration and how well it does notewise. red text is Jafar’s perspective. enjoy your blurb!

edit: fixed some typos. happy you guys like this!

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“Well uh, thank you, Jafar, that is very kind of you - I would be delighted to attend the ball with you,” I smile awkwardly and edge my way around him, not making eye contact. “I uh, unfortunately, do not have a proper outfit for the occasion, and have also set out the night to have some much-needed self-care and studying time, otherwise I would accompany you there. Again, terribly sorry - I just... can’t.” I whip around the corner before he can stop me, and run once I know I’m not being followed.

I just said no to Jafar. Rejected him. Ran away from him. Am I ungrateful? I’m sure some people would think so, but what am I supposed to do? There’s no way I could ever show up to something like that, and with my appearance? I’m just a commoner! I hold no royal rank. And with him? No chance. That’s way too many eyes on me and I would rather die. I’m not really sure what Jafar’s deal is, but considering he’s the Sultan’s advisor, he should be good enough at reading people to know that me and social settings? Don’t agree.

But... part of me wishes I had said yes. He’s attractive. Powerful. Intelligent. I can’t help but become flustered under his gaze, and it doesn’t help that I’m almost always in close proximity to him given I’m one of Princess Jasmine’s ladies-in-waiting. Though, I highly doubt most other ladies-in-waiting discuss academia rather than dresses, jewels and handsome princes. It feels nice to not be expected to be a girls’ girl. I appreciate being welcomed into the lap of luxury, but it means more knowing that I earned my spot by staying true to myself and honing my intellect and knowledge.

I could never tell Princess Jasmine of the effect Jafar has on me, she wouldn’t understand. She despises the man with a passion, and I feel for her, I really do. But my baser instincts can’t let me ignore the fire I feel in my body every time I’m near him, or the white-hot awareness of his touch when he just barely grazes my arm with his finger when speaking to me. If I could blush, I’m sure I would always look like a mess in front of him. Maybe someday I’ll have more oomph to my step and just the right amount of confidence to be upfront with him about my attraction, but for now, I’m content with stealing glances when I can without falling apart.

“Iago...” Jafar murmurs, “Follow her home. Make sure she gets there safe.” He pets his parrot gently as he says, “I don’t want any harm coming to my desert flower. I don’t believe her answer was final.” Iago takes off, wings flapping, then gliding on a hot gust of wind into the golden sunset that makes the skin of the woman he covets glow like gold, shine like honey. A true rarity. Once alone, Jafar says to himself, “She is my diamond in the rough.”

[melaninenthusiasts]

Moment | Jafar

"It all began with a lamp and a fantasy..."

The Arabian palace was humungous. It could take atleast 200 guests to stay in. The architecture was out of this world; one of a kind. The food was magnificent. The chefs worked day and night and could make anything you wanted them to at any time. The soldiers were the best of the best. They could stop anyone who tried to come in and intrude. Except for Aladdin, he was the smartest streetrat ever.

After the hoodlum created himself a fiasco by taking the magic lamp and turning himself into a prince to lure Jasmine, Jafar had to do some things that people wouldn't be proud of. Things like taking the lamp and locking Jasmine and her father away. And hypnosising the entire palace staff to do whatever he says. And make a wish turning him into the most powerful man on earth at large.

Jafar had the extravagant palace all to himself. No queen by his side or anyone to talk to. Here he was thinking about his next move. He was tired of being second best.

"I'm the king of the world and yet I'm still bored," Jafar admits to himself.

Ever since he became the most powerful man on earth it's been lonely at the top. He has no one to speak to but his parrot and the genie. Not even the servants and staff he orders around because they're trapped in the sunken place. Jafar had some pleasure with Jasmine and multiple other women but nothing excited him the way that he wanted.

He had all of the money, sex, and power that he could ever wish for.

Jafar wanted someone who could read his mind inside and out. Someone who could help him take away all of his pain and let out all of his emotions into.

"You can always use another wish to fulfill your fantasies, " the blue mystical giant says.

"What should I do?" Jafar asks knowing the genie's rules.

"I can't tell you want to do. How about you make a wish. You know the words to say."

Genie wouldn't say it out loud with Jafar being his master but he missed Aladdin. He never had a friend like him. Yes, he wanted to become a prince but it was because of his love for Jasmine. He wasn't like the other master's that he had. Jafar was the worst one yet. So typical at that.

The Genie has three rules: he cannot kill anyone, he cannot make people fall in love with each other, and he cannot revive the dead.

The unwritten and unsaid rule was making your wish as specific as possible. You can only have three wishes and you don't want to waste it.

Jafar grabbed the golden lamp putting his palm against it back and forth.

"I want a melanin goddess that can give me an experience of a lifetime wear it'll be a moment but feel like eternity." He continued to rub the lamp as he thought. "Something that no one else has ever experience."

He finally let go of the magical lamp then the magic began to happen.

"Yes, master. Your wish is my command." The God-like blue Genie then folded his shackled arms creating this magical brown storm with beautiful golden specks. The wind damn near blew everything away. It was so strong and powerful.

Jafar got excited to see what would happen next. He held on the the edge of his throne as he watched his wish manifest slowly.

There were colors and different hues of browns and reds swishing around in a tornado along with sparkles. Then it ceased out of nowhere. The Genie was back in the lonely lamp where he belonged. The sidekick parrot of his flew off somewhere.

"My name is Victoria and I am here for fulfill all of your fantasies," the goddess says before him.

"She's perfect, " Jafar says in awe of her. "Gorgeous brown skin, amazing body, and that sweet sultry tone." He smirks as he gets up from his throne.

He admires her in the brown lingerie accessoried with gold jewels.

"I got a feeling that you brought me to you.." she smirked at him as she walks up the stairs to the throne. They were now inches apart from eachother.

Jafar licked his lips as he gazed into her deep brown eyes that started to turn gold. She then kissed his lips caressing his beard as he felt on her body. The world they were now in began to change into this abstract gold and red one.

His fantasy was now coming to life. The goddess was very much real. He could touch her, feel her, and he felt even more powerful.

"I wanna get inside of you," Jafar says in a lustful tone as his hands wander her body.

"You do?" The goddess says in a low sweet voice teasing him.

"I do," Jafar whispers tugging her body to his shirtless body. The goddess felt on his built physique admiring his toned muscles.

"This is your moment," she whispers back to him.

Before he knew it he was in this beautiful bedroom with brown silk sheets and golden decor.

Jafar was laid down in the bed in awe of the melanin goddess with his brown skin glistening. His abs flexed as he breathed in nervousness. There were just enough chest hairs on his body.

She then crawled her way onto the bed teasingly slow. He watched her in excitement biting his bottom lip.

"Tell me how bad you want me," Victoria says as she sits on his lap with her hands trailing his physique. He liked how her nails we done in brown and gold. Everything about her was sexy.

"I want you so bad," Jafar breathes out trailing his hand up and down her body once again.

He looked into her deep brown eyes once again watching them turn golden before she kissed him.

The room was turning into red sand. The walls were dropping right before them. There was nothing left instead of the bed.

Jafar kissed on the Victoria's neck inhaling her shea butter sent as he unveiled her robe. He hugged her body closed to his worship her like the goddess she was. He was feigning for her badly. He didn't want this to end.

His lips trailed down her cleavage as he unclipped her bra. Jafar felt a satisfaction in hearing her moan from his teasing pecks. He continued to worship her body by massaging the fall of her back.

Jafar was desperately in love with her. If he didn't want to save his last wish for something else, he would make Victoria his wife. But that's the price that he has to pay.

It's like Victoria's body was calling his name. It was saying 'I want you inside me' the more and more they went further.

The goddess stuck her tongue down his throat pinning Jafar's arms against the bed.

Usually in bed, Jafar would be the alpha but this was different. Victoria then rose up ready to ride his magic carpet. With her hands trailing down his upper body, she rose up with a smirk. Jafar so was in love that he didn't notice that she was in cuffs.

"Victoria..." Jafar moaned out softly.

The goddess thrusted her body onto his satisfying him. Jafar let out a grunt in amusement. He let himself become mesmerized by her. He let the golden specks on her eyes and the soft cries on her voice take all control of her.

Jafar loved how she let out moans as she took him in.

"Pussy so good..." he moaned out.

The goddess let out her last moan yelling his name to the fullest. She fucked his so good that he could cry Jafar hit his climax letting out his last husky grunt.

"I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum..." he breathed as he nutted in her.

Victoria then gave him one last kiss grabbing his soft beard with her hand then letting go. She smirked sliding out of him and put the rest of her lingerie on.

She then walked away leaving Jafar in the cuffs as the bed disappeared.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asked her. Victoria turned back around and smirked at him charmingly. "And why am I in cuffs?" He added.

Victoria laughed silently to herself. "Moments over." She said before strutting away in the red sand as Jafar sank deeply in it.

"Wait..." he cried out. "We can't be done yet." He fell deeper and deeper into the dark whole.

Before Jafar knew it, he was back in his lonely Palace. He already began to miss the melanin goddess.

The Genie laughed to himself in his tiny living space. 

"He didn't day what kind of goddess. Gotta be more specific than that!" He cracked up.

Victoria was a jaguar melanin goddess. One that kept many men sinking into the floor after she was done with them leaving them wanting more. It was her specialty.

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[melaninenthusiasts]

Arabian Nights | Jafar

After taking the hookah to my mouth inhaling the smoke I turned to my lover, Jafar blowing it into his mouth as I sat on his lap.

Our lips were gravitating towards eachother as his hands roamed my body. I watched him inhale and release the smoke then taking another sip of his dark liquor.

We drowned out all of the noise and lights surrounding us in the city club we were in. After enjoying our V.IP. lounge for sometime we lost ourselves in eachother.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I stuck my tongue down his throat in excitement. His hands wandered through my body feeling up my dress before placing it on my throat intensifying the kiss. He squeezed his hand lightly around it.

He knows it drives me crazy.

I like how his lips taste like brown liquor and backwood. We were so deep into the kiss not bothering to gasp for air.

At this point, I was ready to rip all of his clothes off. Jafar looks so good in button down tee exposing his chest hairs along with that simple gold chain.

"Let's get out of here..." I whisper in my husband's ear with a giggle.

His eyes were filled with lust and desire.

The chauffer was there standing by the limo waiting for us with the door open. He bowed at our appearance and closed the door after we were seated.

I then climbed over to Jafar and strattled my way onto his lap. Even his grin was sexy.

I couldn't get enough of him. I want him right now. Proceeding to unbuckle his belt, Jafar plants kisses on my neck and shoulder.

He likes how soft my skin is and that I smell like shea butter.

"I want you right now my nubian queen..." Jafar whispered lowly in his arabian accent.

We then start to move with us still being in the limo. I let out a laugh in excitement noticing Jafar mirror me.

After letting his member spring free, I start to ride his magic carpet just like he likes it. He moans out "yeah baby, just like that" breathing heavily which is sexy as fuck by the way.

"You like that?" I ask Jafar riding him slowly watching him in ecstasy. He was lost in space as I sliding up and down on him.

"Shit, girl..." he moaned out as I rode him faster. He grabbed my ass. He smacked smacked it bounced up and down.

His cologne is this signature arabian musk infused that smells heavenly.

I tell him how much I want him not being able to take my fingers off of him.

I ran my hands against his chest admiring his body hair. Not to much and not too little, just enough. It's just so sexy and manly and that shape up beard of his makes me want to soak it.

I then used his face as a seat and he enjoyed every bit of it. He loved how I surfed on his face with us laying down to a better position. With every motion he kissed, licked, and slurped my pussy. My body shook at him penetrating your core with his wet muscle.

We were so into eachother that we didn't even realize that we were at our final destination. I guess our staff will have to wait until we're done.

"It's too much..." I moaned out and tried to pull back but he held on to my thighs tightly.

"Oh my God..." I slurred out shaking with his tongue on my core and his big arms pinning me down by the thighs.

I scream his name echoing it all throughout the Limo not carring about the chauffer that was driving us  back to the palace.

His soaked beard dripped of all of my juices. With his eyes filled with fire they pierced into my soul as he grinned wiping his mouth and beard with his hand.

The sex jafar and I were having was purely raw and nasty.

I did everything that I could do to the dick—sit on it, spit on it, lick on it.

"Who is the most powerful man on earth?" He asks as he fucks me tapping my ass. He thrusts his hips against my cheeks.

"Hm?" Jafar says slowing down to tease me. He knows that I hate that shit.

"You are..." you bit your lip as he goes faster in return. "You are......" you repeat as he fucks me whining his hips more making me orgasm.

"Fuck, you're so sexy..." he slurs his words out to you as his lips brushes against your skin adoring and worshiping my body like the queen I am.

I liked how he kissed on my neck sloppily and held on to my tiny waist as I rode him.

He caught my nipple in his mouth and moaned as I grinded against his built naked body.

He fucked me so good rocking my shit and that all I could do is moan.

The ride was smooth as ever. Only the best service for the most powerful man on earth.

The chauffer and staff waited until we were done pleasuring eachother so that they could welcome us back home.

After we came, we just laughed to ourselves in the limo drunk as ever.

We didn't stop there. We fucked all over the palace too.

My  yelps and moans bounced off the walls.

Nothing but the sound of his skin slapping against mines filled the room

"Oh—fuckkkk!" I moaned out motivating his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yessssss—Ahhh!" Hearing his grunts is the sexiest.

"Oh, Jafar—ouuuu mhm, mhm" I nod taking him in.

"You like daddy dick?" He asked me. His Arabian accent strengthened.

"I love daddy dick..." I repeated.

"Cum with me..." he slurred out.

We woke up in the kitchen asking how the hell did this shit happen.