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but whenever you drink, you become the clingiest little thing to him and tamsy absolutely LOVES it. all you can do is mutter about how much you love your tamsy, that you think he's the prettiest ever, that you wanna marry him, tearing up a bit as you start to hiccup over wishing how you could just lock him up in your basement so no one else but you could talk to him.

Cleaner reader who thinks Fu is just adorable from the moment he joins them, they just see him and go cute aggression on the poor boy, pinching cheeks and picking him up cooing how adorable he is, even before they're together?

thanks!

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐔 𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 !

the first time fu joined the cleaners, you genuinely had to stop yourself from walking over and squishing his cheeks right there in front of everyone because he looked so nervous, so quiet, and so unbelievably cute that it physically hurt.

you were already staring at him with the same look people gave tiny kittens, and enjin immediately noticed. "don't," he warned, already seeing the sparkle in your eyes. but unfortunately for fu, you absolutely did.

it started with small things at first. every time you passed him in the halls, you'd gently pinch his cheeks and tell him he was adorable before walking away like nothing happened.

fu would stand there completely frozen, blinking in confusion while his face slowly turned red. "s-sorry..." he'd mumble automatically, even though he had done absolutely nothing wrong.

"see? see?" you'd point at him dramatically. "he even apologizes when nobody is upset. he's so cute." poor fu never knew how to respond.

eventually you became worse.. like way much worse.

one day you simply walked up behind him, grabbed him under the arms, and lifted him off the ground like he weighed nothing. "look at him," you cooed while fu kicked his feet in panic. "he's tiny."

"i'm not tiny..." fu protested weakly. "he talks too?" you gasped. "this is the best day of my life." zanka had to walk away because he was laughing too hard.

fu never got used to it. every single time you praised him or fussed over him, his ears would turn bright red and he'd stare at the floor like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

meanwhile you only got more affectionate. if he sat beside you, you'd pat his head. if he got embarrassed, you'd pinch his cheeks. if he successfully completed a mission, you'd throw your arms around him and proudly announce that he was the cutest cleaner alive.

after a while the others stopped questioning it and simply accepted that fu had somehow become your favorite target for cute aggression.

the funniest part was that you weren't even trying to flirt with him. you genuinely just thought he was adorable. fu, however, spent months being unable to look directly at you because every interaction left his heart racing. meanwhile you were standing there saying things like, "look at his face, somebody hand him over, i need to hold him for five minutes," while he looked seconds away from fainting.

even by the time you eventually started dating, absolutely nobody was surprised. the only difference was that now when you picked him up and covered his face with kisses while calling him cute, you actually had permission.

fu still got flustered every single time, though. some things never changed. "you're embarrassing me..." he'd mumble into your shoulder while hiding his face. and you'd immediately squeeze his cheeks again. "that's because you're adorable."

cw: smut, childhoodbestie!jabber, fingering, phone sex (?) , p in v , slightly rough sex, slightly bratty reader, petnames: dollface, baby, lmk if i missed anything :)

a/n: kinda short bare wimme trying not to kms😛

𖤓 You were sprawled across Jabber’s couch like you owned it, legs kicked up over the armrest, whining dramatically into the quiet of his apartment. The late afternoon light filtered through half-closed blinds, casting long shadows across the room and highlighting the faint haze of smoke still lingering from the blunt he’d finished earlier.

“You don’t get it, Jabber,” you sighed heavily, voice thick with exaggerated frustration. “He’s so hot it drives me insane… but he’s been ignoring me for days now!” You kicked your feet in the air for emphasis, the hem of your skirt slipping higher up your thighs.

Jabber sat at his desk, long locs partially hiding his face as he rolled another blunt with practiced fingers. His jaw was tight. He didn’t look at you.

“Find someone else then,” he grumbled, voice lower and more agitated than usual.

You didn’t notice the shift in his tone. You never did when you were like this — spoiled, dramatic, and completely unaware of how much power you held over him. He’d been your childhood friend for years. The one who always showed up. The one who fixed things. The one who stayed.

But lately… it was getting harder for him to just stay.

“What if you just beat him up for me?” you teased, grinning at the ridiculous idea as you sat up. “Maybe then he’ll say he’s sorry—”

“I’m aint fighting some random nigga jus ‘cause he hurt your feelings,” Jabber chuckled, but there was no real humor in it.

You frowned, crawling off the couch and padding over to him. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, pressing your cheek against the side of his head.

“So you clearly hate me and want me to die,” you said dramatically, voice muffled against his locs. It wasn’t even a lie — he had fucked up guys for you before, many, many times before. Just because they made you cry.

Jabber let out a slow breath. “Naw… I’m just saying pay attention to who actually wants you.”

You pulled back slightly, tilting your head. “And who would that be?”

He spun his chair around so fast you lost your balance, falling forward into his chest. His hands caught your waist, steadying you as you ended up bent over him in an awkward, intimate position.

“Me.”

── ⋆

One second you were teasing him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, and the next your face was pressed into his pillows, back arched deep, ass high in the air while Jabber’s long fingers worked you open from behind.

“F-feels s’good…” you hiccuped, voice muffled against the sheets, eyes fluttering as another broken moan slipped out. Your fingers twisted desperately in the fabric.

“Yeahhhhh,” Jabber’s voice was low and raspy, that familiar lazy drawl curling around the words. “Know it do, dollface. You so wet f’me.”

His fingers curled perfectly against that spongy spot inside you, stroking it slow and deep. The wet, filthy sounds of your pussy filled the room with every thrust of his hand. He smacked your ass again, harder this time, watching the way your flesh rippled under his palm. The sting melted into heat that made you push back against his fingers greedily.

You were so lost in it that when your phone started ringing on the nightstand, you almost didn’t register it.

Jabber glanced at the screen, a dark smirk tugging at his lips when he saw the name.

He reached over, answered the call, and put it on speaker before you could stop him. He pressed the phone down to your ear.

You panicked, trying to sound normal.

“H-hey…” you breathed, voice shaky as you fought to keep it together. “What’s up?”

The guy on the other end started talking, something about wanting to meet up, apologizing for ignoring you. You tried to respond, lips trembling.

“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea anymore—”

Jabber didn’t wait.

He pulled his fingers out, lined up his thick cock, and pushed inside you in one smooth, deep stroke. Your eyes rolled back as a loud, broken moan tore from your throat.

“Jabber—!”

He didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you hard, hips snapping against your ass with wet, heavy slaps. The phone was picking up every filthy sound, the way your pussy squelched around his cock, the way your moans got louder and needier with every thrust.

You tried to stay quiet, but it was impossible. Jabber was relentless, gripping your hips tight and pounding into you like he’d been holding back for years.

“Let him know,” Jabber growled low in your ear, voice thick with that lazy accent. “Tell him who fuckin’ you right now.”

You shook your head, but Jabber reached forward and grabbed your hair gently, pulling your head back just enough. “Tell him who’s makin’ this pussy cream,”

“Jabber—!” you cried out, unable to hold it in anymore. “Fuck—, please—”

The guy on the phone went completely silent.

Jabber smirked, fucking you even deeper, angling his hips to hit that spot that made your legs shake uncontrollably.

“Louder, baby,” he murmured, voice dark and satisfied. “Let him hear how pretty you sound.” His hand comes around it prod and rub at your swollen clit.

“Oh my god, Jabber—” you moaned shamelessly now, voice cracking as he drove into you harder. Tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks. “Feels so good— don’t stop—”

Jabber let out a low groan, gripping your ass with both hands as he fucked you through it. The phone stayed right there, broadcasting every wet slap, every desperate whimper, every time you sobbed his name like a prayer.

By the time your orgasm crashed over you, hard and overwhelming, the guy on the phone had already hung up.

You didn’t even notice.

You just kept moaning Jabber’s name, trembling and clenching around his cock as he fucked you through it, whispering filthy praise against the back of your neck.

“Good girl… that’s my good fuckin’ girl.”