A/n: So this was lowkey based off a guy a knew back in college and he was a close friend of mine. I didn't know he liked me until he knocked on my dorm door one night and I knew something was wrong but he didn't tell me and ran off after he drilled my shit in. He disappeared for a week until the news came on and he was charged with homicide. He ended up đ a sex offender. I won't go into details of why he did it. But I do write to him from time to time since he got 10 more years. Before anyone say anything, yes Jabber was based off him. The shit Jabber did was the same thing police found in his dorm room. So I got mixed feelings on posting this which took a while honestly. But I was like fuck it might as well.
TW: Smut, Stalking, masturbation, cum eating, overstimulation, murder
It was strange how damn good Jabber was at code-switching. He used it for good reasons and bad reasons, but either way, he was good at pretending a lot. He could pretend he hadn't studied for an exam and still walk out with the highest score in the class.
He could pretend the small plastic bags hidden beneath the false bottom of his backpack were nothing more than lab supplies.
He could smile while someone insulted him, laugh with them, clap a hand against their shoulder, and wait until they realized too late that he wasn't laughing because the joke was funny.
Most importantly, Jabber could pretend he wasn't in love with a girl named Y/n. Well, that's what he calls it anyway.Â
That was the performance he had perfected.
To everyone else, Jabber was loud, playful, and impossible to ignore. He was the man sitting on top of someone's kitchen counter at a party, telling a story with a blunt between his fingers while half the room leaned closer to hear him. He collected phone numbers without asking and forgot names before the night ended.
Women liked his unique pink eyes. That's how he really got bitches.Â
They liked the sharpness of his smile and the way he looked at them as though he already knew what they wanted. They liked that he was dangerous enough to be exciting but controlled enough to make them believe they would never become the target.
People called him a player, and to be honest, he never corrected them either. Why? It was used for him.
The rumors gave him cover. Nobody questioned why he never stayed with anyone for long because that was simply who Jabber was. He was attractive, reckless, and incapable of commitment.
That was what they believed.
Nobody knew that every woman he went home with eventually disappointed him. They weren't Y/n. One would wear the same perfume Y/n once sprayed on her wrist inside a department store. Another had a laugh that almost sounded like hers if Jabber closed his eyes. One woman wore her hair in long braids similar to the style Y/n had worn during their first year.Â
Almost so similar, but it wasn't her. Close enough to catch his attention from across a room, but never enough once they were near him.
Eventually, each imitation failed.
The perfume became too suffocating, the laughing became irritating, and the braids just somehow fell differently again their shoulders. Then Jabber would lie awake afterward, staring at the ceiling while the woman beside him slept, and think about Y/n. And he repeats the cycle.
He always thought about Y/n.
The first time he saw her, they were freshmen standing outside the chemistry building.
She wore a brown jacket over a university sweatshirt and carried a clear umbrella decorated with tiny white flowers. Her locs were tied up in a high ponytail, and sunlight caught the small gold earrings hanging from her ears. Her pretty dark eyes were looking at her phone as through her lashes.Â
It wasn't anything dramatic that happened like in those cliche romance novels. There was no romantic accident forcing them together.
She simply stood beneath her umbrella while checking her phone, and Jabber forgot what his friend had been saying. They were walking to the open court because he wasn't going to turn down $50 for a bet. He was glad he did because he never would've seen her.Â
He remembered every detail of that afternoon. He remembered that she had looked up once.
Their eyes met for less than two seconds before she looked off. But Jabber couldn't keep his eyes off her.Â
"Yo, Jay what you looking at?" His friend asked. Jabber looked off before kissing his teeth with a smirk.Â
"Yo fatass fouhead." The group laughed as they continued walking as Jabber's eyes lowered. He was gonna know her.Â
By the end of the week, he knew her name.
By the end of the month, he knew her class schedule.
By the end of the semester, he knew where she lived.
The friendship came later.
Y/n had been struggling with an assignment in their organic chemistry class when Jabber sat beside her without asking.
"You're doing it wrong," he said.
She looked up from her notebook with that look on her face. "Hello to you too."
"Hello. You're doing it wrong."
"You didn't even look at the entire problem."
Y/n leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Then enlighten me."
Jabber took her pencil. He explained the problem while drawing across the page, speaking quickly and ignoring the way she watched his hands. When he finished, Y/n studied the answer for a moment.
Then she smiled. "You're actually smart."
Jabber's eyes lowered as his lip turned up playfully. "Actually is an insane word to use."
"You spend half the lecture not even listening and goofing off with your friends," She said.Â
"I'm listening." He smiled.Â
"Lie again. Plus, you be asleep," She said.Â
"I'm taking some long blinks," He said.Â
"So snoring comes with it?"
She laughed as his eyes lowered at that pretty sound coming from her lips. That sound stayed with him for days.
After that, they started talking more frequently.
First, it was about school, then about which professors and halls they hated, then about music, television, food, and the strange people they encountered around campus.
By sophomore year, Y/n considered him one of her closest friends.
Jabber considered her the center of his life. She didn't know that part.
To Y/n, Jabber was strangely normal.
Not normal in the way some people think tho. He was still Jabber. He smiled during arguments, said some questionable sexual stuff, joked around, and occasionally arrived at her apartment after midnight smelling like smoke and expensive cologne.
He brought her food from her favorite place when she studied too long. He remembered when her period was coming and arrived with painkillers and the dark chocolate she liked without making the situation embarrassing.Â
"You know Ion even like chocolates like that."Â
"I read that it helps with your woman problems...I remember I almost got a girl 9 months free."Â
"The fuck, Jashun!" Y/n exclaimed.Â
"Aye! Stop using my middle name like you my momma!"Â
"Boy, shut up and go get me some damn water." She hissed.Â
"Imma beat yo ass!" He got up and walked.Â
"Joke's on you, I like that shit." She rolled her eyes at him.Â
But overall, he knew way more and noticed way more. When she changed her hair, he noticed before anyone else. His favorite was when she got her locs retwisted because she always got a new design every time. His favorite was when she put those beads on the end of her locs and had a wrap around them in that high ponytail. It drove him crazy.
"Who retwists your hair?"Â
"Ion be trusting everyone in my head."Â
"I'll do your chem work for a month."Â
"Bet, go in my bathroom and get my hair box."Â
She retwisted his hair and put the style into some twists, even gave him a line-up. He kept looking at himself. "The hoes gonna love thissssssss~" He checked himself out, but he was deadass watching her bend over picking up stuff through the mirror.Â
"Mhmm, you know my Canvas login. I'm finna go to sleep," Was all she said before walking off. That night, Jabber waited in his car until every light inside her apartment went dark.
Y/n lived on the first floor of a small apartment building a few blocks from campus. The lock on her bedroom window had been broken since she moved in. She complained about it once, and Jabber promised to fix it.
"Don't worry about it, I got it for ya."Â
He slipped through the opening without making a sound. Her apartment smelled like vanilla, hair oil, and the cocoa butter she used after showering. Jabber stood inside her bedroom for several seconds, allowing the scent to settle around him.
Y/n slept on her side with one arm tucked beneath her pillow. Her bonnet had shifted slightly, exposing part of her hairline. A body pillow rested against her back.
He stared at that pillow for too long before he moved closer to the bed as he watched her breathe. He watched the slow rise and fall of her chest and the tiny movements behind her eyelids. She made a quiet sound in her sleep and pulled the blanket higher.
His expression softened. He felt these were the only times when he felt like himself. He stood beside her bed and looked at her with naked hunger. His eyes scanned the outline of her body underneath the blankets.Â
She had no idea how much power she possessed.
She could send him a message at four in the morning, and he would answer before the second vibration. She could ask him to come over, and he would abandon a party, a deal, another woman, anything. She could touch his arm while laughing, and he would feel the memory of her fingers for hours.
He hated it so much, and he still can't decide if he loved her or if it was just him edging himself on. But he loved how much it hurt a bit. It was this strange hunger he had just for her and only her, and he couldn't tell what it was.Â
Jabber reached down and gently moved the loose lash of her cheek before she shifted.Â
He stepped back as her breathing remained steady. His eyes lowered before they swept over the room. He already had photographs.
Y/n walking across campus.
Y/n drinking coffee near the library.
Y/n laughing with her friends.
Y/n inside her apartment, unaware that his camera was aimed through the narrow opening in her curtains. Doesn't matter how intimate her position was.Â
Still, photographs weren't enough.
He wanted things she had touched. Things that carried her scent.
Jabber opened the drawer beside her dresser, which he knew all too well. He was looking for something. He found folded shirts, socks, scarves, and small bottles of lotion. He moved through them carefully, leaving everything exactly as she had arranged it.
Then he found what he was looking for. A pair of pink lace satin panties. She bought them recently. Why was he looking for these? Well, she wore them when she was taking those dirty pictures in her mirror. He didn't know what was going on in her head as she just ended up going to her bed and pulling out the vibrator.Â
It was his favorite because of how pretty she looked. She got her nails and toes done that day, so she looked extra beautiful in the act.Â
His eyes lowered as he lifted the fabric, and his pulse accelerated. His jaw clenched as he felt himself tighten in his jeans.Â
He told himself to put it back he already had taken a lot from her apartment.Â
A hair tie from her bathroom.
A lip gloss she believed she lost at a party.
A broken nail she had clipped and dropped beside her bed.
A loc from her when she got tired of the one in the back.Â
Each item sat hidden inside his room, carefully preserved.
The underwear was gonna join them soon. He placed it inside his jacket and closed the drawer.
Before leaving, he stood beside Y/n again. His eyes lowered as he scoffed. Her face remained peaceful and way too trusting.Â
"You need better locks," he whispered. Then he climbed out through the window.Â
He got into his car, pulled the pair from his jacket, and stared at them for a bit. He felt like some sick pervert, but he wasn't hurting anyone...right? He has never done this with any other girl before. Sure, he got nasty in bed, but this was new to him.Â
He placed the underwear against his nose as he inhaled. His mind went back to a few nights ago when he watched her. He was hard as fuck after that, but having them so close to him had him deep in his thoughts. His hand unbuckled his belt as he pulled himself out.Â
His eyes opened a bit as he stared at Y/n's photo on his dash. He only kept it there when it was just him in his car. Not like he had people in his car all the time.Â
He inhaled again slowly as his thumb rubbed at the tip, causing his precum to lubricate it. He pulled the panties away to spit on them before placing the pair back onto his nose. His hand moved up and down his shaft slowly and painfully.Â
He wanted it to hurt. He wonders if he had the chance to fuck her, would she tease him? She looked like the type. She talked about how she used to beat men sometimes. The thought alone should've made him go soft, but shit, it made him painfully hard.Â
His hand went faster as a whine slipped from his lips. Her name slipped from his lips as his eyes twitched a bit before he gripped himself and he came on his stomach. His body tensed up for a bit before he used whatever came out to edge himself to another high.Â
The next morning, Y/n sent him a message.
Y/n: Did I leave my lip gloss in your car?
Jabber was sitting inside that same car, holding the missing lip gloss between his fingers. He turned the tube slowly between his ringed fingers, his eyes lowered. A faint mark from her brown liner remained around the applicator.
Jabber: Nah. You always losing shit.
Y/n: I do not always lose things.
Y/n: That was two years ago.
Jabber: Still lost it. Let's also mention you lost your whole ass school bag too.
Y/n: Bro that was...You know what I don't have to explain shit to you!
Jabber smiled. He placed the lip gloss inside his glove compartment with the other small pieces of her.
His collection grew slowly.
Then all at once. The more Y/n trusted him, the easier it became.She gave him a spare key to water her plants while she visited family for a weekend.
She asked him to bring something from her bedroom.
He already memorized the room's layout.
She changed clothes in the bathroom while he sat in the living room.
He found a way to see through the slight gap between the door and frame.
Sometimes, he hid inside her closet before she came home.
Those nights were his favorite. He would stand behind rows of clothes, barely breathing while Y/n moved through her evening routine. Just being inside and the thought of getting caught by her was exciting to him. He wanted to know everything personal about her. Things her friends or family don't know yet.Â
She played music while removing her makeup.
She spoke to herself when frustrated.
She danced badly when she thought nobody could see her.
Jabber knew how she behaved when alone. He knew when she got into those moods to stick her fingers down her panties, and he was just gonna grab them out of her hamper that night. He didn't make it obvious tho. He didn't want to scare her, thinking someone was watching her...Someone was, but that was besides the point. Â
But he knew about her more than most people. She really need to get that window fixed. He watched from the darkness of her closet, one hand covering his mouth, pink eyes fixed through the narrow opening.
The shame always came afterward.
It never stopped him from returning. He told himself he wasn't hurting her.
She still smiled when she saw him.
She still rested her head on his shoulder during movies.
She still called him when she felt unsafe.
That last part nearly made him laugh.
Whenever Y/n became frightened walking home at night, she called Jabber.
Sometimes he answered from his apartment.
Sometimes he answered from inside the car parked half a block behind her.
"Stay on the phone," he would tell her.
"You act like somebody is about to snatch me."
She always thought he was joking.
Jabber started selling drugs during their second year.
Money was part of the reason.
His chemistry knowledge made certain parts of the business easier, and his reputation helped with the rest. He knew how to speak to people, how to appear relaxed, and how to make someone understand that robbing him would be the last mistake they ever made.
But the real reason was Y/n. Dealing gave him an excuse to be everywhere. No one questioned why his Charger appeared near her apartment at midnight. No one wondered why he spent hours driving through the same neighborhoods.
If Y/n saw him parked across the street, he could simply claim he had business nearby.
Sometimes he did. Other times, he sat inside the dark car and watched the light behind her bedroom curtains.
The job also gave him access to information.
Students talked when they wanted something from him. They told him who was sleeping with whom, who owed money, who was desperate, and who had started following a pretty Black girl from the chemistry department after she rejected him twice.
The man's name was Darrell.
Jabber had seen him before.
Darrell was one of those frat guys from the neighboring school who came by sometimes. Darrell looked like the bastard who can't take no for an answer. Jabber didn't think anything of this guy until Y/n mentioned him one afternoon while sitting in his passenger seat.
They had just left campus, and she was searching through his center console for gum.
"There's this guy in my statistics class," she started.Â
Jabber glanced at her. "What guy?"
"Don't do that." She frowned.Â
"Do what?" He kissed his teeth.Â
"That same tone when you finna do something that makes it my problem."Â
He smiled. "Everything about you is my problem."
Y/n ignored the sentence. "His name is Darrell. I went out with him once, months ago. Now he keeps showing up everywhere."
Jabber's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. "Showing up where?"
"My classes. The cafĂŠ. Outside my apartment sometimes."
Jabber's smile remained in place. Inside, something became very still. "You tell campus security?"
"They said they can't do much unless he threatens me."
It was a lie. Jabber knew because Y/n scratched the side of her thumb whenever she lied. He had catalogued the habit during freshman year.
She looked out of the window.
"He said I embarrassed him. That I made him look stupid in front of his friends."
Y/n sighed. "He sent me some messages. I blocked him."
Jabber held out his hand. "Phone."
"Thank God for that. You don't even know that nigga."
He looked at her as his smile disappeared. Y/n stared at him for several seconds before she sighed and rolled her eyes. She unlocked her phone and handed it over. Darrell's messages were worse than she admitted.
He accused her of using him.
Called her all kinds of bitches and hoes and other nasty names. Threatened to visit her apartment so they could "talk properly." The final message had been sent from an unknown number after she blocked him.
You'll listen when I'm standing in front of you.
Jabber read it twice. Then he deleted nothing, changed nothing, and calmly handed the phone back.
"Stay at my place tonight."
"Then the answer is definitely no."
"Why are you being so difficult?" He frowned a bit.Â
"Why are you controlling?"
He stared at her as she shifted in her seat. He could tell her right now why he wanted her there. He seen him lurking around her building's entrance a couple of times.Â
Y/n studied him suspiciously. "Fine?"
"You're not going to do anything?"
He looked toward the road. "Nope, you grown." That was another lie.
Jabber began following Darrell that night.
He had classes, assignments, customers, parties, and Y/n.
But he learned enough about Darrell. He knew he lived with two other guys. He worked evenings at a gym. He drank too much on Thursdays. He continued driving past Y/n's apartment even after she blocked him.
Jabber wrote everything on his phone before he deleted it and just wrote it in a notebook instead. Darrell's schedule joined the photographs and stolen pieces of Y/n inside his room.
For weeks, Jabber did nothing.
Every time he saw Darrell's car near Y/n's building, rage climbed his throat.
If he killed Darrell, he could lose Y/n completely. He wouldn't be able to see her hair change through the seasons. He wouldn't sit beside her during lectures. He wouldn't hear her complain about professors or watch her fall asleep against him.
Prison meant years without her scent.
Years while other men continued existing around her. He hated that thought the most. That possibility kept Darrell alive.
Until the night it didn't.
The party was held inside a rented house near campus.
Music shook the windows. People crowded the hallways, drinking from plastic cups while smoke drifted through the rooms.
Jabber stood in the kitchen surrounded by people. A woman sat on the counter beside him with her thigh pressed against his. Another leaned against his shoulder while asking whether he was leaving with anyone.
Jabber laughed as he looked relaxed. Happier for some reason. Across the room, one of his friends handed him a drink. "You coming to the after-party?"
"Because I haven't decided if y'all are worth following."
The room erupted. Jabber smiled with them, then he saw Y/n near the front door.
Everything else disappeared.
His eyes lowered as he unconsciously licked the edge of his mouth. She wore that little black dress he knew too well. It was small and backless. She always complained that she looked too skimpy in it, but to him, she looked so good that he ended up rubbing one out in her bathroom and had to play it off.Â
Her locs was in a bun as she wore that lip combo he wanted to lick off her lips many times.Â
Jabber's gaze moved over her once. He wanted to drink up her form slowly. His possessive eyes scanned each and every place of her as that dress hugged her just the way he liked it on her figure.Â
Then he caught himself. By the time Y/n reached the kitchen, his usual grin had returned.
"There my girl, you look pretty tonight," he said. "Finally decided to leave your apartment?"
The woman beside Jabber looked between them. Y/n's expression didn't change, but Jabber knew her too well. A tiny muscle tightened near her jaw.
The knowledge moved through him like electricity. Jabber stepped away from the counter.
"You want something to drink?"
He still got it for her. That was how he always treated Y/n. Jabber, who barely remembered anyone's preferences, knew exactly which drink she liked. Jabber, who laughed when people complained, noticed when Y/n's heels started hurting and found somewhere for her to sit. Jabber, who allowed women to climb over him, moved away from them whenever Y/n came near.
They knew Jabber long enough not to tease or bring it up because the last time someone did, word got out he jumped the guy in the courtyard.Â
Y/n sat on a couch near the back of the room while Jabber crouched in front of her, helping remove the strap of one shoe that had twisted around her ankle.
"You could've worn sneakers," he said.
"And ruin the outfit? Boy, you crazy." She scoffed.Â
"The outfit already ruined my night."
She looked down at him. "What does that mean?"
Jabber's fingers paused against her ankle before looking up at her. And for a moment, he wanted to say everything he could. They stared at each other for a hot minute before someone called his name.Â
He kissed his teeth and stood up as he looked down at her. "Don't go anywhere."
"You listen worse than one."
Y/n kicked lightly at his shin.
He laughed and walked away. The night was going fine until it got ruined 20 minutes later because Darrell came in. Jabber was the first to notice him, and then Y/n.Â
Her shoulders stiffened. Darrell saw her on the couch and smiled. Jabber watched him start moving through the crowd.
He intercepted him near the hallway. "Party's full," Jabber said.
Darrell frowned. "Move, Playboy."
Jabber smiled. The music remained loud, but the small space around them seemed to quiet. Darrell recognized him.
"I'm here to talk to Y/n."
"That's between me and her."
"Nothing is between you and her."
Darrell's face hardened. "She tell you that?"
Jabber stepped closer. "Nah...IM telling YOU that." For a second, Darrell considered getting into a fight with him. Then he looked at the people watching.
He laughed dismissively. "Whatever. Tell her I came by."
Darrell left as Jabber watched through the front window until his car disappeared. When he returned to the couch, Y/n was standing. "What did you say to him?"
"I told him the party was full."
"Sometimes. But you difficult as hell tho," She crossed her arms at him. He touched the back of her neck and guided her toward the kitchen. "Come on. I'm taking you home."
Y/n complained, but she followed. Jabber drove her home, and he waited until she entered her apartment.
An hour later, Darrell returned. Of course, he would. The bastard didn't know when to give up. So Jabber followed him out of Y/n's street. Honestly, everything else that came afterwards came quickly. Too quick for Jabber to reconsider.
He confronted Darrell somewhere quiet, intending only to frighten him.
That was the plan. No weapons, trying to hurt anyone, or have unwanted blood on his hands. Just a warning. A warning strong enough to keep Darrell away permanently.
Darrell laughed when Jabber stepped into his path.
Jabber smiled, but there was nothing playful behind it. "You're done bothering my girl?"
Darrell scoffed. "Your girl? She tell you to say that? Thats a lie since she's single."Â
"That girl likes attention. She'll come around."
Jabber's smile disappeared. "No. She won't."
Darrell stepped closer. "What, you think she belongs to you?"
Jabber tilted his head. "I think she said no."
"And I think she needs somebody to teach her not to embarrass people."
"You that much of a punk that you got upset over a girl embarrassing you? But I want you to say that shit again and see what happens." The silence between them changed.
Darrell laughed. "You heard me."
Jabber stared at him for a long moment. Then he smiled slowly. "Yeah," he said. "I did."
He spoke about Y/n as though she were an object he had purchased and been denied. He admitted he had been inside her apartment building. He said he would keep returning until she learned because he wanted her scared.Â
"Bitches like that will never respect a man if you keep them safe like that-" Darrell got cut off as Jabber's fist connected with his jaw.Â
Darrell tried fighting back, but somehow Jabber overpowered him and just kept punching. Blood splattered over his face as his widened eyes stared down at the guy. His rings was coated in blood as he just kept punching.Â
He didn't even stop when Darrell stopped moving. The thought of this sick bastard touching or being around Y/n was...Something he couldn't name. Slowly, the rage inside him stopped being rage.
When it was over, Darrell lay motionless. Jabber stood above him, breathing heavily.
Silence settled around them.
He looked down at his hands, then back at Darrell. "Shit..." His hands trembled. He didn't regret killing Darrell, but the thought of not seeing Y/n because of prison got to him.Â
Jabber crouched for a moment and closed his eyes.
He saw Y/n sitting inside his car, bare feet on the dashboard, while she complained about his music. He saw her asleep with her head against his chest. He saw her standing beneath that clear umbrella during freshman year.
"Fucking hell...," he whispered.
That was his first thought, wasn't police or whatever the future held for him.Â
He had money hidden in three locations, contacts in other states, and enough knowledge to remain difficult to find. He could change his hair, abandon the Charger, and disappear before morning.
Instead, he went home and cleaned himself up, changed clothes, and drove toward Y/n's apartment.
He needed one thing before the world took everything else. Driving there was a blur to him as Y/n opened the door, wearing an oversized shirt.
"Jay, what's-" He cut her off by kissing her. It was so deep and desperate that he couldn't hold it anymore. He pulled away as he gently held her.Â
Jabber stared at her as his eyes lowered. Fuck he was gonna miss her.Â
"I mean you just kissed me so sure?" She questioned. He walked in and she shut the door behind him. She stepped aside."What happened?"
"Nothing yet." The apartment looked exactly as it had the night before, when he stood hidden inside her closet.
A candle burned near the television. Her shoes sat near the couch. The window lock remained broken.
Jabber looked toward it. "You never fixed that."
"You said you were going to."
"Jay, you're scaring me."
He turned. The fear in her face hurt worse than he expected. Jabber crossed the room and pulled her into his arms.
Y/n stiffened in surprise.
Then she hugged him back. He pressed his face against her neck and inhaled.
Vanilla and cocoa butter. For years, he had stolen her scent from clothes, pillows, hairbrushes, and pieces of fabric. None of it compared. Y/n touched the back of his head.
Her hands stopped. "Leave where?"
Jabber closed his eyes. "A while."
She pushed against his chest until he released her. "What does that mean?"
"It means I might not be around."
"Because of the dealing?"
He said nothing. Y/n's eyes filled with anger. "So that's it? You just show up in the middle of the night, kiss me, and expect me to accept that?"
"I didn't say accept it."
"What am I supposed to do, Jabari?"
The words nearly choked him as she stared at him. Then a laugh came from her, but it didn't have any humor to it. "Fuck you."
Jabber's expression cracked. "Probably deserved."
"What the hell is going on? You coming in here saying you leaving?? What the hell, Jay?"Â
Jabber looked away as he sat on the edge of her couch and rubbed both hands over his face.
Y/n remained standing, and for once, he looked generally tired. The playful confidence had disappeared. The pink eyes that usually looked amused by the world were empty.
Y/n moved closer. "Talk to me."
Jabber looked up at her. "I love you." The atmosphere became silent after that. The room felt so still as Jabber laughed softly, bitterly. "I've loved you since freshman year," he continued. "I could remember it plain as day when I saw you. You was the prettiest thing I ever laid my eyes on and you only spared a second glance at me." He chuckled.Â
Y/n's eyes searched his face. "What about all those girls?"
"You expect me to believe that?"
"They weren't you." The words came without hesitation. "I tried. I really did try to use them to make me forget you because I really do value as my friend but...Damn, I don't want that." Y/n swallowed.
Jabber reached for her, then stopped before touching her. "I know I'm wrong," he said. "Something in me goes wrong whenever it comes to you. I can't turn it off. You make me do things I shouldn't be considering doing."Â
She should have stepped away. She should have noticed the warning hidden inside his confession. Instead, Y/n looked at him with an expression Jabber couldn't understand. Her eyes softened at him. "How long are you leaving for?"
Her eyes shined. Jabber's chest tightened. He hated himself for making her cry. He would have killed anyone else who caused it. He such a fucking hypocriteÂ
"Why you didn't just say something before?" Her voice came out softer than she tended. Jabber's jaw tightened.
"I didn't think you wanted me."
Y/n laughed through the tears threatening her eyes. "Jay, I've been in love with you for almost a year. You think I would let anyone in my place?"Â
He stopped moving. "What?"Â
"I said I love you too." He stared. Y/n touched his face. The contact was gentle. Jabber's eyes lowered.
"I love you, Jabari." His hands closed around her waist when he stood up. The force of his kiss made her stumble backward. Y/n caught his shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. Everything Jabber had denied himself broke loose at once.
Years of touching other women while imagining her face. He kissed Y/n as though he could make up for every lost day before morning arrived. She kissed him back with equal desperation.
That nearly ruined him more than the confession.
Her hands moved into his hair. He pulled away for a second and stared at her as he picked her up. Those pretty eyes looked down at him.Â
"If you leaving tonight, then you better leave me yearning for more," She said as he smirked with lowered eyes.Â
"Yeah, you got the real thing now." He carried her upstairs to her room. He laid her down on her plush bed and crashed his lips back into hers. His hands gripped the hem of her shirt and ripped it off her in one go. A gasp left her as he used that opportunity to shove his pierced tongue into her mouth.Â
Her hands found themselves in his locs and gripped them as he groaned into her mouth a bit. He pulled away for a second to take off his shirt as she pouted. "How you gonna rip my shirt and take yours off?" He looked down at her body. Those pretty tits right in front of him. He sat up and stared down at her.Â
His pink eyes lowered as he looked down at her. "What?"Â
"You heard me. I want all of it in my face."Â
"Boy, I am not skinny." He smirked at her and lay down.Â
"Come on, baby, kill me then." Y/n flushed at that as she pulled down her undies and stood over him.Â
"Never been so set on something in my life." He smirked as he rolled out his tongue.Â
"Nasty bitch." She mumbled as he chuckled before she squatted down on him.Â
"Hell nah..." He mumbled as his hands clenched around her thighs and slammed her down on his mouth. Her eyes widened as his whole mouth covered her cunt and gave it a nice long lick.Â
"J-Jay!" Jabber's eyes rolled back as he finally got to taste the pussy he wanted for so long. He could've played it cool but he just wanted nothing but to taste every inch of her. He groaned as his mind fuzzed up at the sweet, supple taste of her sweet, sweet cunt.Â
His heart hammered in his chest as the events from earlier disappeared from his mind because how much he wanted something so badly and got it. It was like eating his favorite sweet treat and having it for the first time all over again.Â
Her cunt was so juicy, and her scent was fucking with his mind. This was better than any drug he had taken. His nose kept bumping and rubbing against her clit as he was deep in it. His tongue scraped far into her inner gummy walls as his large hands clenched hard onto her thighs that were clenched against his head.Â
Her moans was muffled because of that.Â
He angled her a bit more as her clouded eyes looked down. "W..Wha..What are you-AH!" She clenched onto her headboard as his tongue found itself in her puckered hole.Â
She has never had anything even close to that area so it felt weird until that ball on his tongue grazed somewhere inside of her. Her body flinched hard as Jabber was slowly losing air but he was so far so deep into his own pleasure.Â
He pulled his tongue out and went right back to her cunt. He spread her legs wider as his tongue went in deeper. She saw how long his tongue was and always imagined what it would be like.Â
No wonder why he had bitches fighting over him.
Jabber groaned into her cunt as his pants got tight. His right hand unbuttoned his pants and had no shame, pulled his pants down, and started stroking his shaft.Â
His moans was muffled by her cunt as the vibrations made her flinch. It was hard to keep her eyes open at how fucking good he was tongue fucking her.Â
From the lack of oxygen and her juices, his mind was gone as his hand mindlessly moved. He moaned louder when he felt one of her hands clenched his hair tightly. He bet she could feel how hot his skin was right now.Â
His hand moved fast as he kept brushing against that spot in her walls. He couldn't hear her calling his name to let her go, and she felt something in her stomach. He didn't listen from the lack of oxygen and the buzzing in his ears; he didn't hear her.Â
She was practically begging before she flinched hard and her walls clenched around him, and he felt something rush into his mouth and he opened his eyes slightly to only roll back as he held her down.Â
He clenched his dick as he flinched as he came, and some got on her lower back. She looked back with hazy eyes, and they widened a bit. He pulled her off so quickly as he lifted her up and slammed her down onto the plush blankets.Â
He stood over her, panting; his pink eyes were clouded as his locs hung over her. He looked like some predator in heat and she was the main course could be sex or hunger or even both. He licked his lip as his lowered eyes stared down at her.Â
His gaze sent a shiver down her spine as he stared at her as he leaned down and licked her nipple before his fat shaft pressed between her sensitive folds.Â
"J-Jay!" He placed her legs on his shoulder as he sucked and licked her nipple before licking up her neck and to her mouth. He shoved his tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself on it. His hips moved as the sloppy kissing sounds filled the room.Â
She whimpered in his mouth as his hips kept moving against her. He was groaning and whimpering in her mouth but he didn't want to pull away or slip in just yet. She pulled away panting as saliva ran down her chin. Jabber licked it and just crashed his lips into hers again.Â
Her scent was everything to him as he couldn't focus and just let his body yearn for it.Â
She turned away to breath. "Noo~" He whined as he grabbed her face and crashed his lips into hers. She pulled away again.Â
"J-Jabber...I-I'm gonna-"Â
"Oouu~ Fuck, cum on me, baby, make a mess on it. It's yours." He groaned as his hand started rubbing her clit as her back arched. He needed his mouth on her so he took that and shoved his tongue right back down her throat.Â
Once again Y/n was overstimulated, and that feeling made her stomach break quicker as her arms wrapped around his neck tightly and her cheek squished against his as she moaned loudly. Tears pricked her eyes. "Fuck Jay, please~!"Â
His lower stomach, boxers, and pants got soaked. He pulled his hand away from her clit and licked his palm.Â
He didn't give her time to come down from her high as he shoved his dick inside and stretched her out nice. He leaned down at how nice, warm, and tight she was. His eyes rolled back.Â
Y/n's toes curled as her legs fell loose from his grip. "S-So...Fuck-So...So-" He was babbling at this point. His eyes looked down at her and saw her fucked out expression.Â
Her eyes looked at him through heavy lids as she felt him trembling in her hold. "Please..." His head dropped into her chest. "P-Please..." She felt his large hands slide down her legs and his thumbs and fingers gently rubbing her sides. "Soft..." He groaned. His left hand slid to where his tip was poking at her stomach. "Mine..."Â
"Huh-AH!" He pushed down on that area as he pulled down and slammed back in. Her back arched as his head was still tucked between her breasts as he repeatedly slammed into her while his thumb pressed down in that spot.Â
His dick slammed into her cervix repeatedly as her hands gripped his locs. His eyes were barely keeping open at how good she felt.Â
He was babbling her name and whining as Y/n was out of it. His tongue licked the skin of her breasts as he groaned. He was whimpering like a bitch in heat as he was babbling, saying shit like:Â
"She was made just for me, right, Y/n."Â
"Pussy so fucking tight."Â
"Im gonna miss her so much."Â
"You feel so good, baby."Â
"Look how she's making a mess."Â
He was already bruising the hell out of her cervix; how deep did he want to go??Â
He ended up answering that by pulling out and flipping her with ease, and his hand gripped her locs before as his fat shaft rubbed between her cheeks.Â
"You want it?" She didn't even know what he meant by that.Â
"Y-Yea-AH!" There he goes, cutting her off again by shoving every inch he had in her. Y/n never had to do much convincing to get something from him, and who is he to start denying that now?Â
He held up her head as his thumb was in her mouth as he drilled himself inside of her.Â
Her eyes was trying so hard as he kissed the top of her head.Â
"Taking your dick so good like a big girl." His smooth voice was filling her ears as she groaned.Â
He was so fucking bipolar because you was whining and babbling and switched to this?Â
But the dick was too good to care. His head dropped along with his hand, causing her head to drop. He moaned before he accidentally came inside a little, so he pulled out and came on her ass.Â
Y/n felt it a bit as her nails gripped the sheets. He started kissing her back as he got off her.Â
Y/n laid as the two stared at each other in silence. Y/n silently sat up and climbed on top of him. "What are you-" His head threw back as she lined herself up and slammed down on him.Â
He was so fucking deep. "FUCK!" He moaned. He was sensitive as hell.Â
"I'm not done." Y/n panted before gripping his neck and lifting her hips and slamming down on him. Her hand raised. "I said leave me yearning, you fucking with me?" She slapped him as her other hand clenched his neck.Â
His eyes rolled back. "B-Baby I'm- I-I'm s-" She slapped him again as he bit his bottom lip hard as he came in her again. She raised her hips and kept bouncing.Â
Jabber's arms clenched around her waist as he slammed his dick into her cervix at a fast pace. Y/n could barely keep her eyes open as she mindlessly clenched hard onto his throat. She shoved her tongue down his throat as drool leaked from the side of his mouth.Â
She pulled him away as she let out a screech as her back arched. He felt her juices along with his dripping out of her.Â
His body vibrated as he dropped and her body dropped onto his chest. His breathing was uneven as Y/n panted against his chest. His dick slipped out of her as they laid there for a minute before she sat up again.Â
He looked at her. She shoved her fingers inside of her and opened herself up in front of him and rubbed their juices before popping her two fingers into her mouth to taste them. Nasty bitch.
She looked at him with hooded eyes as she opened herself up to him. "Fill me up, please, Jabari."Â
He smirked. Who was he to deny her when she asked so nicely?
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Hours went by; Y/n slept against his chest. The room was quiet except for the low hum of her fan. Jabber lay awake. He had watched her sleep many times.
From beside the bed, through her window, from the narrow gap between her clothes, but this was different. Her cheek rested over his heart. One leg was tangled with his beneath the blankets. Her hand remained curled against his side, as though some part of her wanted to make sure he didn't leave.
Jabber stared at the ceiling. It was 4 in the morning, and he could hear the sirens in the distance.Â
And honestly...He didn't regret killing him. He regretted the fact that he wouldn't get to feel this again. This could've been avoided if he hadn't been a pussy and just told her how he felt the first fucking time.
For one night, she had chosen him. The knowledge filled him with something dangerously close to peace.
He could carry her with him. Wake her, explain enough to make her follow, and disappear before the police connected everything. But Y/n would learn the truth eventually.
She would discover Darrell's death and every little dirty secret he had in his room.
Worse, she might be accused of helping him. Jabber looked down at her. "No," he whispered. He would never allow that.
He gently moved from beneath her. Y/n made a tired sound and reached across the empty space. He nearly climbed back into bed but instead, he pulled the blanket over her shoulder.
Before leaving, he took one photograph.
Y/n asleep beneath the covers, his shirt hanging loosely from her body, one hand resting where his chest had been.
Then Jabber sat beside her and leaned down. He kissed her forehead."I love you." She didn't wake up as Jabber stared at her for a few more seconds before he left through the front door.Â
He drove for nearly an hour.
The city remained dark, streetlights sliding over the windshield while his phone vibrated repeatedly.
He stopped once near campus and looked toward the chemistry building. He imagined Y/n entering class on Monday and looking for him. His eyes lowered as he drove to the police station. Jabber parked the Charger near the entrance.
For the first time all night, he smiled. As long it wasn't going to Y/n, he was fine. He stepped out of the car and walked inside.
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Y/n woke after nine. Her body felt heavy, and her bedroom was filled with sunlight. For several seconds, she didn't remember last night until the events flashed in her head. She reached across the bed.
She sat up. His shirt hung from her body. His scent remained on the pillow beside her, but his shoes and clothes were gone.
There was no message from him.
"Asshole," she whispered.
He had told her he loved her. He had spent the night holding her like he never intended to let go. Then he disappeared without saying goodbye. Y/n climbed out of bed tripping, but she was too angry and ignored the ache in her body.
She planned to confront him at school.
She would find him in class, drag him into the hallway, and demand an explanation in front of whoever happened to be watching.
Her phone began vibrating.
Missed calls filled the screen.
Y/n frowned. Before she could open the messages, her best friend called again.
Y/n rubbed her eyes. "Good morning to you too."
"Bitch, turn on the fucking news." Something in her friend's voice made her stop.
Y/n walked into the living room and turned on the TV; conveniently, the news was on. A reporter stood outside a police station.
Behind her, officers moved around a familiar purple Charger surrounded by yellow tape.
She recognized the car immediately. The headline beneath the reporter changed.
LOCAL CANVAS UNIVERSITY STUDENT ARRESTED IN CONNECTION WITH OVERNIGHT HOMICIDE
A photograph appeared beside the text.
His hair was disordered. A faint mark darkened one side of his face. His pink eyes looked directly into the camera.
Y/n stared at the screen as her friend continued speaking through the phone, but the words blurred together.Â
Y/n gripped the remote. "What did you say?"
Her friend went silent. "The victim," Y/n whispered. "What was his name?"
The room tilted as she slowly sat on the couch as the reporter continued. Darrell had been found early that morning.
An ongoing investigation.
Jabari Jashun Wonger, a high-achieving pharmaceutical chemistry student, had surrendered himself and refused to provide a detailed statement until his attorney arrived.
Photographs flashed across the screen. Jabber being escorted through the station doors with his hands restrained behind his back.
Her fingers moved toward her lips.
I don't know for how long.
Y/n closed her eyes as she let out a shaky sigh. Jabber had known he was going to prison.
The reporter described him as dangerous. A suspected drug dealer with a history of violence. Jabber's booking photo remained beside the headline.
Her best friend said her name through the phone. "Y/n?"
She didn't answer. The screen changed again, showing Jabber being guided toward a police vehicle. For one second, he turned his head toward the cameras.
A small smile touched his mouth as she just stared at it. Her fear should have been stronger. Her disgust should have swallowed everything else. Instead, beneath the confusion and betrayal, one thought rose above the others.
Jabber had killed the man who threatened her. Then, before surrendering, he came to her.
Not one of the women constantly hanging from his arms.
Y/n lowered the phone as the shirt she wore still smelled like him. Her fingers ran across the fabric. On the television, the police car carrying Jabber disappeared behind the station gates.
The reporter kept speaking, and Y/n heard none of it. She continued staring at the empty space where he had been.
Her eyes lowered. She looked at the vase sitting on the shelf and got up.Â
How many years can a person get cut off with a really good lawyer?Â
A/n: I hope you enjoy this one because I will post the other one tomorrow and that was also a personal experience of mine. I done a lot of shit in college đ So this is a warning lowkey.