𐙚!!── jabber and his mean girlfriend!
⤷ ❝ { cw: nsfw mentioned, riding, switch!reader, switch!jabber, wall sex, interrupted during sex, dirty talk, couch sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds, slight! degrading } ¡! ❞
jabber doesn’t even try to pretend he wants a “nice” girlfriend because he figured out real quick that nice isn’t what keeps his attention.
nice would’ve apologized to that cashier, smiled a little, or maybe even laughed it off. you didn’t do any of that and somehow that was exactly what had him standing there fighting a grin.
the line was dragging at the register, the cashier stumbling over his words, dropping coins, and starting sentences he couldn’t finish. jabber was already halfway tuned out, just waiting for the bag so he could leave, but you shifted next to him and that’s what pulled his focus back.
your nails tapped once against the counter, your weight settling into your hip, and your brows lifted just slightly as you watched the whole thing unfold like you were already bored of it before it even finished happening.
“can you just give me the receipt,” you said, tone flat and just done waiting.
the cashier nodded fast while apologizing under his breath and trying to move quicker. you exhaled through your nose as you looked off to the side like the situation wasn’t even worth your energy.
jabber should’ve stepped in and smoothed it over but instead he found himself watching you more than anything else, noticing the way you didn’t fidget or perform patience for anyone’s comfort.
the second the bag hit the counter, you let jabber grab it and turned like the moment was already over in your head.
“why he acting like that,” you muttered as soon as you were walking away, not bothering to lower your voice.
jabber let out a quiet laugh and fell into step beside you while shaking his head, already used to the way you moved through the world without censoring yourself for it.
“you don’t be giving people no patience,” he said, still amused.
“they need to act normal then,” you replied, already pulling your phone out to check yourself in the reflection, fixing your gloss like nothing had just happened.
that was the part that got him because you didn’t soften it afterward or think twice about it. you just said what you meant and kept moving like it was simple fact.
jabber glanced at you with a grin he couldn’t really hide. “you mean as hell.”
you looked at him like that was obvious information. “then leave me alone.”
“can’t do that,” he said easily while catching your wrist before you could walk ahead of him and pulling you back just enough to keep you close without making a scene. “i like it.”
you sucked your teeth but didn’t pull away, letting him guide you forward like it wasn’t even a discussion.
most people only see the attitude, the eye rolls, the quick “move” when he’s in your space, or the “shut up” when he’s talking too much but jabber pays attention to everything that slips in between those moments.
like how your hand finds his in a crowd without you thinking about it or how you’ll stop mid step, look him over, and fix something on him like it’s your responsibility without ever announcing it.
“why you got this on like that,” you muttered one time, already straightening his collar while he stood there letting you do it. “stand still.”
“it was fine,” he said, even though he didn’t move at all.
“it wasn’t,” you replied while smoothing it down properly before stepping back to look at him again. “there.”
no compliment came with it but he understood it anyway because you didn’t miss things when it came to him.
and he learned quickly that you expected the same attention back, even if you never said it gently.
the first time he noticed something off in your appearance and didn’t fix it, you caught him looking before he could decide what to do.
“what,” you said, already suspicious and raising your arched brow.
“nothing,” he answered, thinking he could leave it alone.
“fix it,” you told him immediately, like it was obvious that was the only correct option.
now he doesn’t hesitate when it comes to you, because his hands are already in your hair whenever he notices something out of place, careful while you stand there acting like you’re annoyed about it even when you’re not moving away.
“hold still,” he murmurs.
“i am still,” you snap back automatically even though you lean into his touch just slightly like your body disagrees with your mouth.
and he notices every time.
same way he notices how you’ll be on the phone, voice sharp and irritated, arguing with somebody like you’ve got all the time in the world to be upset, pacing a little as you talk through it.
“because that’s not what i said,” you’re saying, clearly annoyed now.
jabber is sitting nearby watching you and when you pass him mid sentence, you don’t even pause, you just lean down and press a quick kiss to his lips.
“…no, listen to me,” you continue, already walking away like nothing happened.
jabber just laughs quietly under his breath, shaking his head because that’s your version of affection. it’s quick and unannounced like it barely exists, even though it lands every time.
even when you’re in a mood, when your tone is sharp and your patience is gone, you still don’t actually push him away in the way your words suggest.
“get out my face,” you mutter, barely looking at him.
jabber steps closer anyway as his hands settle at your waist like he already knows better than to take that seriously.
you don’t move his hands, not even a little, and instead you shift just enough to stay comfortable while still pretending you don’t want him there.
“why you always under me?” you complain.
“because you like me right here,” he answers like it’s already decided.
you roll your eyes but your fingers hook into his shirt for a second before you let go, like your actions answered faster than your pride did.
jabber notices all of it, the attitude and everything underneath it, the way you’ll talk to him crazy but still fix him, still reach for him, still let him touch you like that space belongs to him no matter what.
like today, the air is still thick with sex and humidity while your bodies pressed together on the couch.
jabber’s weight is a comfortable anchor as his softening cock still nestled inside you as you trace idle patterns on the damp skin of his back, your own heartbeat slowing to a steady thump.
then three sharp knocks bang on the door.
“the hell?” he mutters, voice gravelly with tiredness.
someone is leaning on the damn doorbell now as a relentless buzz slices through the post sex haze like a razor.
“fuck,” you breathe, the word all annoyance.
jabber is already moving, pulling out of you with a wet sound that makes you clench involuntarily. the sudden emptiness is a shock as a cool draft hits your clenching hole.
he’s off the couch in one fluid motion, grabbing his boxers from the floor and stepping into them. “don’t move,” he says but it’s not a command, it’s a plea from knowing how upset you got last time you were interrupted.
so you don’t. you lie there, naked and exposed, listening as the knocking continues. the buzzer stops, replaced by a voice. “jabber? you in there, man? your car’s outside.”
you know that voice. his cousin. the one who never calls first.
a hot anger blooms in your chest, right beside the aching need that hasn’t fully subsided. you were right there….and now this?
jabber is pulling his jeans up while zipping them. he doesn’t bother with a shirt. he shoots you a look of apology and annoyance in his dark eyes. “two minutes,” he mouths.
you just stare back, your expression flat. he better make this two minutes.
he runs a hand over his locs, takes a deep breath to compose his face, and heads for the door. you slide off the couch, your legs wobbly as you find your leggings and shirt in a heap by the wall. the cotton of your shirt feels abrasive against your tender nipples and the leggings like a constraint.
you’re dressed in seconds but it feels uncomfortable. your skin is still flushed, your core still throbbing with a low pulse, and you can feel the evidence of him trickling down your inner thigh.
you hear the door open and muffled voices. his cousin’s loud laughing and jabber’s lower replies. something about a car part, about leaving a tool here yesterday.
you lean against the wall just inside the living room, arms crossed, and listening. every second is sandpaper on your nerves as your earlier satisfaction has curdled into hunger.
you hear jabber trying to wrap it up. “yeah, i got it, i’ll look. i’ll hit you later.”
“you good, man? you sound out of breath.” his cousin’s voice is tinged with stupid curiosity.
you close your eyes while exhaling slowly through your nose.
“i’m good. just… busy. i’ll call you.” jabber’s tone has a finality to it.
finally, the sound of the door closing then his footsteps coming back down the hall. he appears in the doorway, shirtless, and his jeans slung low on his hips. his expression is a mix of irritation and relief. “cousin,” he says, as if that explains everything.
you don’t say anything, you just push off the wall and walk toward him. he watches you approach in silence as his eyes follow you. “he’s gone. sorry about that, ma.”
you stop right in front of him, so close you can feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell the sex and sweat on him. you look up at him with a steady gaze.
“i don’t care,” you say, your voice now low and sultry. “that shit woke me up.”
a flicker of confusion crosses his face. “woke you up?”
you don’t explain as your hands come up, and you shove at his chest, not hard enough to move him, but enough to make your point. “you didn’t finish.”
his confusion melts into understanding, then into a slow smile. “i thought i did.”
“you didn’t.” your palms flatten against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your touch. “you got me all… started. then you stopped.” you lean in, your lips almost brushing his. “i’m still started, boo.”
he groans, a rough sound in his throat as his hands come up to cradle your face but you catch his wrists, stopping him.
“no,” you say, the word a soft crack. you release his wrists and take a step back, your eyes raking over him. “that shit at the door pissed me off. now i’m pissed off and i’m wet. and it’s your fault.”
his smile vanishes as it’s replaced by a look of hunger. this is literally what he craves, your dominance being directed towards him.
“so fix it,” you tell him, your tone leaving no room for argument.
“how?” he asks, though he already knows.
you reach for the button of his jeans, popping it open as you drag the zipper down and you don’t break eye contact. “you take all my… annoyance…” you push his jeans and boxers down over his hips in one rough motion, freeing his cock, which is already hard again, “…and you fuck it out of me.”
“right here?” his voice is gravel.
“duh,” you turn while bracing your hands against the wall next to the doorway. you don’t look back, you just push your leggings and panties down to your knees, presenting yourself to him. the cool air kisses your exposed skin, a contrast to the heat pooling between your legs. you’re still slick from before, swollen and aching. “and don’t take your time.”
you hear his sharp intake of breath then his hands are gripping the backs of your thighs, spreading you wider. he aligns himself, the broad head of his cock nudging against your hole as he thrusts into you in one long stroke.
a moan is ripped from your throat that is part pain and part relief. he fills you completely and stretches you to an edge. the force of it slams your chest against the wall as it knocks the air from your lungs.
“that what you want?” he growls into your ear, his body against your back, and his hands now digging into your hips. he doesn’t wait for an answer as he pulls back and thrusts in again, just as deep.
“mmm…y-yes,” you hiss, the words mangled.
he sets a punishing rhythm from the first moment, each thrust a jolt that travels from your core to your teeth as the wall is cool against your cheek and forearms.
his grip on your hips is iron, holding you in place so you can’t move, can’t do anything but take it, and that’s the point. you wanted the annoyance fucked out of you and he is just following your orders.
“you feel that?” he grunts, his pace relentless. “that’s for being so damn mean.”
you sob out a laugh that turns into a moan as he angles deeper, hitting a spot that makes your vision flash white. “i’m not–ah!–mean,” you gasp. “i’m just….right.”
he slams into you harder, a wordless rebuttal. the sounds are obscene— the wet slap of skin, his ragged breaths, and your choked off cries. you feel your own wetness coating him, dripping down your thighs, and making every thrust smoother.
one of his hands leaves your hip and slides around your front, down over your trembling belly. he goes lower, his fingers plunging into the wet friction where your bodies join, finding your clit in seconds.
you jolt, a full body seizure. “fuckkkk!”
he presses the pad of his thumb right on that swollen bud while applying a circular pressure that’s synchronized with his thrusts.
it’s too much. it’s everything.
your orgasm crashes into you without warning, back arching as much as his hold allows, and your hole clamping down on his cock in a milking pulse. you cry out a continuous sound that echoes off the hallway walls, your square frenchies scraping against the paint.
he grunts as his rhythm stutters as you convulse around him. “that’s it,” he rasps, his own control fraying. “take it. take all of it.”
he fucks you through your orgasm, chasing his own release with a guttural groan as he buries himself to the hilt and holds there. he stays buried inside you, his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, and his body trembling with the aftershocks.
slowly, he pulls out as the sticky evidence of both of you starts to slide down your inner thigh. you’re boneless, held up only by your arms braced against the wall and the solid presence of him behind you.
his hands come up, smoothing over your back, a gesture that’s almost tender compared to the fucking. he helps you straighten, pulling your leggings back up with a surprising gentleness before attending to himself.
you turn around while leaning back against the wall. your legs feel like water as you reach out to hook a finger in the waistband of his jeans and pull him closer until he’s standing between your legs.
his forehead rests against yours, giving you a gentle kiss. his hands are on your waist, thumbs brushing slow circles against the thin cotton of your shirt.
“mean as hell,” he whispers with a smile in his voice.
you hum as you push him back gently, just a step as his hands fall from your waist. you look at him, your gaze traveling from his eyes down his chest, to where his jeans are still undone, hanging low on his hips.
“move,” you say, your voice soft but clear.
he doesn’t question it as he steps back, giving you space. you walk past him, your legs still feeling a little unsteady, as you go back into the living room. to the couch where this all started, where his cousin’s interruption stole the lazy aftermath.
you turn and look at him, standing in the doorway, watching you. you don’t say anything as you pull down your leggings and sit down on the couch and lean back. you spread your legs slightly as you look at him and you wait.
he understands as he walks toward you in slow movements. he stops in front of you while looking down at your open legs, eyeing the mixture of cum flowing out of your clenching hole.
“you want something?” he asks, though he knows.
“take your pants off,” you tell him.
his smile widens as pushes his jeans and boxers down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. he’s naked, his cock already half hard again as he sits on the couch.
“you like it when i’m mean?” you ask, your voice low.
“i love it when you’re mean,” he corrects with wanting eyes.
you move to straddle his lap as you settle onto him slowly, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. he watches you as his hands come up to rest on your hips, letting you lead.
“i’m gonna ride you,” you murmur, the words a promise against his mouth.
he exhales as his hands tighten on your hips but he doesn’t pull you down. he waits as you shift your weight, one hand moving down his chest until you find his cock. it’s fully hard as you guide it, positioning him to your entrance. then, with a deliberate roll of your hips you sink onto him.
you take him inside you inch by inch, feeling every vein, and every throb of his cock as he stretches you. you go slow at first, settling onto him completely, letting your body adjust. you feel him shudder beneath you, his fingers digging into your hips now.
you look down at him, your face just above his. his eyes are closed and his jaw tight. he’s savoring the feeling of you taking him, of being enveloped by your slick.
“open your eyes,” you command.
he does. his gaze is hazy as it fixes on yours.
and then you start to move as you rise up, slowly, dragging your slick along the length of his cock. then you sink back down with a firm pressure. your hands brace on his shoulders, your thighs working to lift and lower you.
“that’s it, pa” you breathe out while watching his face. you see the pleasure take over as his mouth slightly opens, letting out small moans. you pick up the pace as the rhythm becomes faster. your hips roll as you sink down, grinding against him at the bottom of each stroke, ensuring he’s buried as deep as possible.
you lean forward, your chest brushing against his, and your lips finding his ear. “you feel how deep you are?” you whisper, your voice rough with lust.
“mmmhh...” he groans, a wordless affirmation, as his hands slide up your back and under your shirt.
you sit back up to change the angle. you rise all the way to his tip then plunge back down with a force that makes the couch creak and his body jerk. using his body for your own pleasure, to make him feel every bit of your dominance.
his hands move from your back to your ass, gripping you, helping you now, driving you down onto him with more force each time you sink. he’s meeting your pace, thrusting up into you as you come down.
“fuck,” you gasp, the word ripped from you. your fingers start to work on your clit, the pressure perfect, just enough to tip you over the edge.
he’s watching your face, seeing the orgasm approach. “come on,” he grunts, his voice strained. “take it. take it from me.”
your body locks as your inner muscles clamp around his cock in a tight grip. you cry out a sharp sound as your head falls back in pleasure. you keep moving through it, your hips still working, grinding against him as the aftershocks ripple through you. he’s groaning beneath you, his own orgasm coming. you feel him swell inside you as his thrusts become wild.
with a final, deep thrust, he holds you there as his body trembles. you feel the hot rush of his cum, filling you from the inside. for a long minute, you just stay there, collapsed against him, his cock still inside you, both of you breathing in ragged gasps. your forehead rests against his shoulder and his hands are stroking your back, slow and soothing.
eventually, you lift yourself off him, feeling the cool air replace the heat as you separate. you sink back onto the couch beside him, your body spent, and your mind quiet.
you reach over, your hand finding his as you intertwine your fingers. “you got what you wanted?” he asks softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“of course i did.” you reply, your voice hoarse but satisfied.
he leans in, kissing your shoulder, as a he lets out a soft chuckle. “yea, you always do.”
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