Disclaimer: I don't own Aladdin
A/N: This story was supposed to be smutty but I couldn't think of anything. Anyway, I'm a diehard romantic and Jafar lover so I came up with this instead. Oh, weeell maybe some smut might be in here.
Jafar was frustrated. Years had passed, yet he has not yet married, never felt the feel of a woman's cunt against his manhood. No wonder he was grumpy all the time, he had no sexual release for all these years he was too busy running the kingdom. That complete dolt of a sultan couldn't even pull himself away from his toys to run the affairs of his kingdom.
In his darkened chamber, he once again played with himself, stroking along his length until he hardened. Suddenly, he lost interest and he just didn't want to play with himself anymore. What was the point? Here he was, a vizier trapped in the palace. People may think that living in a palace, Jafar would have no problems finding a willing woman but this sultan had dismissed the harem even before he married, finding no pleasure in the company of women who had no interest in his toys.
Sighing, he went to cover himself up once more and walked to his private balcony. It was a full moon tonight, the stars framing the night sky like diamond dust against velvet. Jafar smiled, it was moments like these when he felt at peace with himself , not bothered by thoughts of work.
Looking up, he noticed he wasn't the only one moon gazing tonight. The princess herself was on the rooftop, dangling her feet off the edge. Jafar panicked for a moment until he realized that Jasmine was relaxed and not panicking, she must have come to the roof top often. Climbing over the balcony's banister, Jafar crept close to the palace walls, knowing one slight misstep might end up in a broken heap of bones in the ground below him. Overcoming his fear, he leapt skillfully from each edge of carved golden cornices and ledges to end up at the particular roof where Princess Jasmine was at.
Approaching her from behind, her body beautifully silhouetted by the moonlight, Jafar was afraid to startle her. Jasmine's slender form and her luxuriant hair, Jafar could feel heat in his face thinking about the princess in such a way. Jasmine turned around to look at him and smiled. Jafar's heart could have stopped beating. Jasmine's eyelashes were thick and curling, complementing her pretty face. She had no need for cosmetics and paint, her beauty radiated from her like the luminous light of the full moon.
"Jafar, come sit with me," Jasmine beckoned. Jafar sat beside her, dangling his legs in the air off the edge of the rooftop. They watched the moon in silence for a moment. "Jafar, why have you never come out to the rooftop before?" Jasmine asked.
"I guess I never really thought about it." Jafar mused.
"Being my father's vizier must be really stressful," Jasmine mused. "Tell me Jafar, why have you not married?"
Jafar deflected that question by asking, "And yourself princess, when will you get married?"
Jasmine sighed. "I try not to think about it. Father is trying to get me to marry by allowing me to marry any man I want but I haven't found the right one yet." Smiling wryly, she said, "it doesn't help to be cooped up in the palace, meeting no one. It gets quite lonely at times."
Jafar silently rejoiced, no one had stolen her heart yet. He could enjoy her presence for a little while longer before some handsome stranger took away his princess.
"I come here as often as I like. Sometimes, I see the light go out in your room," Jasmine said. Did she know? Did she see him naked, hear him cry out when he pleasured himself? "I often wonder what it feels like to make love, to feel a lover's caress." Jasmine took off her top, exposing her breasts.
"Wait, Jasmine, I do not want to take you like this, I mean we're not married yet," Jafar struggled to come up with reasons why they shouldn't be making love that very moment. His breaths were short and panting, he felt a tightness in his pants in response to his need.
Jasmine laughed, taking one of Jafar's hands with both of her hands and placed it on her breast. "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you do not take me, I just want to feel you touch me."
Jafar grunted, positioning himself so that Jasmine was now in his lap, breasts thrust in his face. Feeling the hardness of Jafar's arousal, Jasmine gasped in wonder. "In truth, I have always wanted you, Jafar. Do you know how much you torture me when I hear your desperate moans in the dark, when I see you naked from the balcony?" Jasmine moaned into Jafar's ear as she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling him harden.
Touching her nipples, kissing, and gently sucking them, Jafar teased her until he could feel the area between Jasmine's legs grow moist against his waist. His hot tongue licking her nipples, Jasmine moaned and her breath was already in pants, her eyes dark with desire. Jafar pulled Jasmine towards him for a kiss. Lightly touching her neck with his fingertips, he stroked her face and played with her luxurious hair. Feeling his skin on hers, Jasmine shivered.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Jafar slowly and gently cupped her breasts, her nipples very sensitive from his teasing. "Jasmine, did you like it?" Jafar breathed.
"Yes, I enjoyed it very much but what about you?" Jasmine said, pulling down his pants. His penis springs up, hot and hard. With Jasmine's hand clenching and tugging his penis, Jafar gave a sharp gasp of pleasure.
"Oh Jasmine, I think we better stop, I'm afraid I may not be able to return to my room if we continue." Jasmine's warm hands were slick and sticky with precum and Jafar got up unsteadily. Hastily pulling up his pants, he said, "Forgive me, my love, but I must go now."
Jasmine sighed, putting on her top. "Goodnight my love. You're right, I think it's time I returned to my room." The moon had already set, disappeared from view. Jafar kissed her one last time before racing back to his room, vaulting over the balcony pillars.