ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ jabber’s little roommate!
cw: smut, college au, jabber and reader are childhood friends, fem!reader, intox (weed), slightly non con, corruption (i think idk) , riding, fingering, squirting, dumbification, petnames. lmk if i missed anything ;)
a/n: love jabber sm i wish my locs were as long as his :(
𖤓 Jabber had noticed it for days now.
You’d been coming home later than usual, pretty eyes baggy and tired, barely touching the takeout he left on the counter for you. Every night you were huddled up in your room with your laptop open and headphones on, mumbling about equations he’d never heard of in his life. He’d seen the way you chewed at your pouty bottom lip until it was red and sore, and he knew this wasn’t like you. At least not like the versions of you he’d known since you were kids.
It pissed him off seeing you so stressed. He followed you to this college to make sure you were always okay, but clearly you weren’t.
Tonight was no different. You paced along the small living space, repeating French phrases under your breath to practice for your upcoming speaking exam, wearing nothing but one of his old oversized tees. The hem barely skimmed the tops of your thighs.
Jabber sat on the couch, rolling a blunt for the night, the same lazy smirk on his face. He’d be lying if he said his eyes didn’t linger longer than necessary.
“Sit down, mama,” he said, voice low. He was already high on something else. “Gonna wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing like that. Come tell me what’s up.”
You didn’t even hesitate. To you, this was normal. Jabber knew everything about you, and he was the only person you really vented to. You walked over and climbed into his lap like you had a thousand times before, straddling him while you ranted about the huge exam coming up and how worried you were about your scholarship.
Jabber lit his blunt and took a hit, but he wasn’t ignoring you. He never did. You kept talking, completely oblivious to the heavy palm resting on your bare thigh or the way his eyes kept dropping to where your shirt had ridden up. His responses were an array of “mhm,” “that’s fucking crazy,” “personally I ain’t doing allat,” and “don’t worry, you’ll show ‘em up.”
When you finally paused to catch your breath, he took a long drag and offered you the blunt.
“Try it,” he said. “Too pretty to be this wound up.”
You hesitated for only a second. It was Jabber. He always took care of you. He wouldn’t let you do anything he knew you couldn’t handle… even if you’d never smoked before.
You leaned in and let him guide the blunt to your lips. He instructed you on how to inhale properly, and you did as told, taking your first hit. You coughed your throat raw while he laughed at you.
“S’not funny, Jabber!” you croaked, crossing your arms over your chest. “Dickhead.”
The second hit went down easier. You could actually taste it this time—sweet with an earthy undertone. By the third hit, your body felt heavier and you were slumped against his chest, the knot of worry in your stomach finally loosening.
Gradually you stopped ranting. Your hands, which had been making wild gestures, now fiddled with the fabric of his shirt. Everything felt calmer, closer, softer. When you shifted in his lap, you felt him hard beneath you. Your breath caught.
Jabber didn’t tease you like he usually would. Not yet. He set the blunt aside for a moment, gripped your hips, and ground you down against him properly.
“Feel that, hm?” he murmured low in your ear. “Always get like this when you sit your pretty lil ass on me.”
You should’ve pulled away. This was Jabber—your Jabber. The same boy who walked you home from school in elementary and followed you to college just so you wouldn’t have to pay for housing because “he had it handled.” But the weed had your head fuzzy and your body warm, and when he kissed you, you couldn’t help the soft whine that left your lips as you kissed him back. It didn’t feel wrong enough to stop.
He didn’t take your oversized tee off, he knew how shy you were, but he peeled your panties off like they personally offended him. He got you ready with his fingers first, scissoring your cunt open so you could take him properly. He was patient, even while you whimpered into his chest that it was too much, even when all he wanted was to fill you up.
When he finally pushed inside you, you gasped at the stretch.
“Ride it,” he told you, voice rough. “Go on.” He gave your ass a light tap to encourage you.
You tried. You really did. But every roll of your hips sent sparks up your spine. It felt too good being this full, and you couldn’t help but stop every few seconds, thighs shaking. “M’so full, Jabber…” you whispered.
He didn’t rush you. He just reached for his blunt again, lit it, took another hit, and watched you struggle with dark, lidded eyes. All he wanted to do was fuck you nice and deep until you only remembered his name, but he liked watching you struggle, liked the way you leaked all over his lap while trying to keep a decent pace. He especially liked how embarrassed you looked every time your wetness made an obscene squelch when you dropped back down on him.
When you stalled again, thighs trembling, he lifted one hand and wrapped it around your throat—not tight, just enough to guide you. He pulled you down until your lips were almost touching.
“Open,” he said.
When you did, he exhaled the smoke straight into your mouth. You inhaled on instinct, another rush hitting you instantly. Your head spun harder.
“Keep going,” he murmured against your lips, thumb stroking the side of your neck.
“C-can’t…”
He rolled his hips up, grinding deep into your soaked pussy. When your hips instinctively ground down in response, he chuckled.
“Looks like you can just fine, mama.”
He took another hit and shotgunned the smoke into your mouth again. You inhaled without thinking. Everything felt hot and fuzzy, and you could feel him throbbing inside your tight cunt.
You ground down on him once more, the wet squelching sounds making you hide your face in his chest.
“Hear that?” he asked. You didn’t answer.
“Think she’s tellin’ me she needs this dick.”
Jabber slowly bullied his cock deeper into your sobbing hole. “This what you needed, hm?” He started thrusting harder, the sound of your whines and your ass slapping against his thighs filling the room. “Yeahhh… see? Baby’s so stressed out. Just needed this pussy played with.”
“T-too deep, Jabber,” you whined, trying to slow him down, but he didn’t let you. He kept fucking into that same spongy spot over and over.
“Got such a good pussy, mama. Ain’t that right?” A sharp slap landed on your ass as you hid your face in his neck. He grabbed your hair and pulled you upright, forcing your back to arch. “I said ain’t that right?”
You bit your bottom lip, his cock practically bruising your cervix with every deep thrust.
“Y-yes! Feels s’good—”
He let you go once you answered, and you fell back against his chest, gripping his shirt tightly. His thrusts were hard and deep, you swore he was in your tummy.
You tried to stay quiet, overly aware of the neighbors, burying your face in his neck again, but the noises kept spilling out. When he thrust particularly hard, your teeth sank into his neck on accident. You didn’t even know what came over you.
The sting made Jabber groan. His hips stuttered—he damn near lost it right then and there.
“Oh—f-fuck—”
In one motion, he lifted you off him. Before you could even process what was happening, he flipped you over, face mushed into the couch and ass in the air, and slid right back into your sore hole. He drilled into you from behind, deeper than before. The new angle knocked the wind out of you. One hand stayed planted between your shoulder blades, keeping you down while he fucked you hard and relentless.
“J-Jabber—I can’t—ohmyfuckinggod—I can’t—” Your sentences no longer had structure. You were babbling, voice muffled into the cushions. The high made everything feel twice as intense. All you could do was ramble about how deep he was while you kept leaking around him.
You were drooling into the couch, completely fucked out and dumb. You weren’t even speaking anymore, just letting out whines and whimpers that matched the rhythm of his brutal thrusts. Every time you tried to crawl away, he dragged you right back.
Your walls suddenly tightened around him.
“Yeah, she ‘bout to cum now, huh?” You could hear the sick grin in his voice. He spread you open, thrusting harder as he watched your cunt swallow him.
Your whole body locked up. A gush of wetness sprayed out around him as you let out a strangled whine, soaking his cock and the couch beneath you. Your thighs trembled violently. The sight pushed Jabber over the edge in seconds. He slammed in deep and came with a groan, hips jerking as he filled you up.
You were too high and fucked out to move, whimpering softly as he pulled out. You thought it was over….until you felt his hands caressing your ass and thighs before moving straight to your pussy.
He spread your lips apart.
“Fucking pretty ass pussy… god,” he whispered, staring at how puffy and twitchy your clit was. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to it, snickering when your hips bucked and your hole clenched around nothing, his cum slowly leaking out of you.
He tsked softly.
Gathering his cum on two fingers, he slowly pushed it back inside. You arched with a cry, body jerking from overstimulation.
“Easy, mama. Doin’ so good f’me,” he praised. You sniffled, you hadn’t even realized you were crying.
“I knowww, too much, right?” he taunted gently. “But look how good she’s sucking me in… I don’t think she’s done yet.”
Let’s just say it was a long night for you.
© sorenellebrair
