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cw - blood brothers ending sean but a bit before the events of the ending, high sex, verrry slight munch sean, he whimpers ‼️, p in v, theyre situationship ish type situation, sean calls reader mama and ma, unprotected sex
a/n - def meant to make sean more pathetic and in love but oh welllll (also do u guys think they were knee deep in the passenger seat??? and he was eating her out???? do u guys think it was casual then????)
the joint hit your lips, smoke filling your lungs as you inhaled. sean’s eyes locked on yours, his hand rested just above your ass. you inhale the smoke into your lungs, then lean down, breathing the excess smoke into sean’s slightly parted lips. he inhales the smoke, breathing out the rest into the air. you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips.
he pushes his hips up to bump against yours, his growing arousal touching yours sending shivers down your spine. a sigh escapes from his lips as they curl into a smirk. he reaches his hand up and drags your bottom lip down with his thumb, his eyebrows knitting together.
“so fuckin’ beautiful, y’know that?” his head cocks to the side, a soft groan pushing past his lips when you roll your hips against his. you take another drag before leaning down and pressing kisses to his lips, letting smoke flow out of your mouth as you do. he smiles, grabbing hold of your hips and flipping you two over. he positions himself between your legs, grabbing the joint from your hand. he takes a hit, letting the smoke flow out before inhaling it back in. his free hand falls, haphazardly unbuttoning your jeans. he hands off the joint to you, kissing you again as he slips your pants off.
you two were a “casual” hookup. he’d only been in mexico a few years and you were only supposed to be visiting for a few weeks. he wasn’t ready to be dating and you weren’t ready to be a one night stand with some random guy in another country. it didn’t stay just casual, you two never spoke about it ever evolving but you both knew the second you extended your visit. sean at least couldn’t stay casual, not when you looked so gorgeous with your eyes red and your lips pink and glossy.
his hand dipped past your panties, groaning once his middle finger hit your sopping arousal. he smiles, letting out a chuckle.
“all for me? huh?” he says, dragging a finger up your folds. you push his arm, rolling your eyes at his stupid, dopey smile.
he leans down, laying on his stomach as he wraps his arms around your thighs, laying his hands on your stomach. he slides your panties up and off your legs, kissing down to your clit. he sighs, smiling as he licks up from your hole to the hood of your pussy. a moan erupts from his throat, a small and breathy ‘fuck’ vibrating against your clit. he sloppily and slowly laps up your cunt, two fingers slowly falling down to curl against the gummy spot hidden in the back of your pussy. he whines as you clench around his fingers, sean seemingly getting fed up with something.
he presses another kiss to your clit, sitting back up and unzipping his pants. his hard and heavy erection practically spills out, aching and begging for some sort of release. he watches as you take another drag, pressing kisses to your neck as his tip pushes against your wetness.
your bodies were like magnets. you both ached for each other and when you finally got to feel each other, skin on skin it was like your bodies completely understood the other. you both always knew exactly how and where you needed the other, if sean was feeling some type of way so were you and vise versa. there was never any questions between you two it was always the case of knowing exactly the others thoughts.
his noises sounded tired, low in your ear as he slowly pushed in, almost like the was scared he’d hurt you. he always knew he wasn’t going to hurt you, you took everything he gave you like a champ, and he knew exactly what would please you.
he sighs, pulling out then thrusting back in. he set a slow pace, the soft and spaced out slaps of your hips slamming together filled the room along with your soft moans. he whined in your ear, hands finding their way into yours and interlocking your fingers. you pressed kisses to his shoulder, gasping as his pace picked up slightly.
he pushed himself up from his resting position in the crook of your neck, smiling down at you. he admired you, much like he did constantly, as he took long drags in and out of your sopping pussy. the joint was long forgotten by now, resting in the ashtray next to his bed. he watched your expressions, how they changed, how you reacted to certain things, and especially how you admired him back.
his hands left yours to pull your legs over his shoulders, leaning back down to kiss you. the new angle gave him more control, and gave you more pleasure. he watched your eyebrows furrow and your mouth fall agape as he sped up, chasing his climax. soft gasps and loud claps filled the room and bounced off the walls and your cries got louder as your hand gripped his arm for support.
“sean.. baby-“ he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead as a lazy thumb presses circles into your clit.
“c’mon ma, cum for me” sean encourages you and your eyes roll back, back arching up off the bed slightly. you whine and whimper, gasping as sean reaches his own high. he stills inside you with a loud whine, thick and hot ropes spilling inside your walls. you both pant, catching your breath as you come back to reality. you two lock eyes, giggling with another smiley kiss. he kisses down your face, kissing up your jaw and nibbling on your ear gently.
“thank you mama,” he starts, kissing your neck. he mumbles and babbles, but lets a small “love you baby” escape past,
COD men fucking mean, mouthy reader. This post includes: König, Alejandro, Keegan, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost.
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König—Quiet until you talk too much. Then he makes you weep.
You started off mean—mocking how quiet he was, how he hesitated to touch. “What, afraid to break me?” you mocked. But König just stared at you for a moment… then threw you on the bed and sank into you with a groan so deep it rattled. “You want me to break you?” he hissed in your ear. “You’ll beg me to stop before I’m done.” And he meant it. His dick was too thick, too deep—you were clawing at the sheets within seconds, choking on sobs. “Too much?” he whispered, voice dark. “I thought you could handle it.” Heat rolled off your body, rich skin flushed and trembling under greedy hands. By the time you came for the third time, you were blubbering, arms around his neck, begging, “Please stay inside, König. Please. I’m sorry.” And he did. He stayed inside; even when he softened, he kept going until he got hard again.
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Hours later, you’re trembling under him, tear-streaked and whimpering, and he’s still inside you—thick, twitching, relentless. “You’re not fightin’ me anymore,” he murmurs, brushing hair from your face. “You’re soft now. So beautiful like this.” He rolls his hips slow, dick dragging deep, and you gasp, oversensitive. “You’re still takin’ it, liebling,” he whispers, kissing your jaw. “Still lettin’ me fill you.” You nod, breath hitching. “I need it, König—need your cum in me again.” He groans low, hands gripping your hips. “Then I’ll give it to you. As many times as you want. I’ll keep you full, mein Schatz.”
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Alejandro—Teasing, until you cross the line. Then he owns you.
You called him a flirt. Said his mouth was better than his stroke. So he made you prove it—fucking you face down, hips rolling deep and rough, a hand in your hair and the other gripping your throat. “Still think I’m all talk, preciosa?” he hissed, fucking you slow and devastating. “Say it again with this fat cock pressing your soul.” You were snappy at first—biting words through moans—but his pace never broke, grinding into your g-spot until your sarcasm dissolved into gasps. “That’s it,” he groaned, voice softer now. “You sound so fuckin’ sweet like this. You just needed a little correction, huh?” You nodded, tears streaking your cheeks. “M'yours, Alejandro,” you whimpered. “Just don’t stop.” He let out a breathless laugh at your ask. "I won’t, my love."
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You’re curled into him, legs over his shoulders, and he’s still rolling his hips slow—just enough to keep his cum inside. “Look at you now, mi amor,” he coos. “You were so mean to me. And now?” His voice drops. “Now you’re crying for this dick.” You hiccup, dazed and warm. “You fuck me so good, Ale. I can’t stop shaking.” He kisses your throat, then your lips, his dick stroking your walls with every lazy push. He’s obsessed with the feel of your lips parting under his, the way you taste like sin and sweat. “I love you like this,” he whispers. “Open. Sweet. Full of me.” You shiver as another orgasm starts to build, and he smirks. “I’m not leaving this pussy till I know it’s mine.”
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Keegan—Patient until you provoke. Then he takes everything.
You mocked him first. Said he was all shadow, no bite. “You just like to watch, huh? Not man enough to handle me?” you sneered. The look in his eyes changed then—dark, unreadable. He didn’t speak. Just pressed you against the wall, yanked your shorts aside, and fucked into you with a roughness that stole your breath. “You don’t think I can handle you?” His voice was gravel, steady even as his hips snapped into yours. “Then why are you cryin’ on my cock?” His gloved hand clamped around your mouth, muffling your moans, his other hand dragging down your thigh to hook your leg high on his hip. You bit at his palm anyway, nails digging into his vest, every insult crumbling into ragged gasps as he hit your g-spot again and again. The mask brushed your cheek when he leaned close, breath hot against your ear. “You can fight me all you want,” he muttered. “But your cunt’s beggin’ for me.”
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Later, you were slumped against his chest, legs spread wide, still full of him. His cock twitched inside, and he tilted your chin up with one finger, making you meet his gaze. “Not so mouthy now,” he said, voice almost tender. He shifted his hips slow, dragging himself against your raw, sensitive walls until you sobbed. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Give me those tears. You’re mine like this.” Your voice cracked, the heat of your flushed skin pressed tight to his, your body shaking with every push. “Keegan—I’m sorry—I need you.” His lips brushed your temple, slow, reverent. “Good girl,” he breathed. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. Not till I’ve filled you again.”
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Price—Stern, slow, and completely unforgiving.
You said he fucked like a soldier. Precise. Boring. That was a mistake. Because now you’re flat on your back, his body blanketing yours, one hand pinning your wrists while he fucks you with slow, ruthless strokes. “You want a show, sweetheart?” he mutters darkly. “You’ve got one.” His dick presses deep—obscenely deep—and he doesn’t let up, even as you try to twist away. His mouth curves in the faintest smirk. “You’re gonna cum like this,” he says, voice hot at your ear, pulling your hair, threading his fingers into your coils to tilt your head up so you look at him. “Gonna cry and beg and get fucked through it.” And you do. You sob when you cum, legs wrapped around his waist, saying, “John—Captain—I didn’t mean it, I swear—oh my—fuck.”
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His chest is against your back, hand around your throat, and he’s still inside you—grinding slow, deep, like he’s memorizing you. “You’ve got nothin’ left to say now, huh?” he mocks. “Not with this pussy stuffed full.” You choke on a moan, body limp. “John, I can’t—” He kisses your shoulder, voice low. “Yes you can. You’re gonna take every drop I’ve got left. This is what you wanted, innit?” You nod, crying again as he fucks you through the soreness. Stray baby hairs stuck to your damp forehead, softening the ruin of your expression. “There’s my girl,” he grunts. “Takin’ me so well.”
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Gaz—Gentle hands, dirty mouth, patient until you snap.
You teased him about being too nice, too soft—so he showed you just how rough a gentleman can get. He’s got you on your back, thick dick gliding in fast and deep, thumb circling your clit while his lips brush your cheek. “You don’t have to like me,” he whispers. “But this pussy likes me just fine.” You talk shit between gasps, until his thrusts start hitting that sweet spot and your words melt into breathless cries. “Feel how you’re squeezing me, love? She wants it. You want it.” You nod, barely able to think, hands gripping his forearms. “Say it,” he groans. “Say you want me.” You cry it out, shaking. “I want you, Kyle—mghn, fill me, please.”
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Now, you’re barely holding on, one leg over his shoulder, your skin slick with sweat, and he’s still thrusting—soft, but deep. “You were so mean to me, babe,” he breathes, kissing your hand. “Now look at you.” His dick pushes slow inside, warm and pulsing. “Now you’re beggin’ for it.” The weight of him pins you to the bed, heavy and relentless, like he’s claiming you with every steady push. Your lashes clumped with tears, trembling with each sharp breath you fought to swallow. Your brown skin gleamed with sweat like something holy and obscene all at once. You cry out when he hits your spot, fingers clutching the sheets. “Kyle, please… don’t stop.” He groans, forehead against yours. He thrusts deeper, hips pistoning with a slow, grinding rhythm, his thumb never leaving your clit as it swells under his touch. “I won’t. Not until this pussy’s milked every fuckin’ drop.”
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Soap—You mocked him. He made you love it.
You told him he was all arrogance and no skill. He laughed—and then wrecked you. Now you’re on top, but he’s got you bouncing on his dick, hands on your waist, fucking you from below like it’s the only thing he was born to do. “No skill, huh?” he pants, watching your thighs quake. “This cunt’s gushin’, lass.” You try to sass back, but the rhythm breaks you. His dick’s thick and unforgiving, your pussy fluttering every time he hits that soaked, swollen spot. “That mouth still got somethin’ smart to say?” he groans. “Or did I fuck the brat outta you?” You’re sobbing now, whispering, “I didn’t mean it—Johnny, I’m sorry—feels so good, please—oh, fuck—.”
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You’re in his lap still trembling in his arms while he rocks up into your pussy. “That’s it, love,” he pants. “Let me keep fuckin’ it into you.” His hands roam your soft thighs, your back, your face, kissing every inch. “You’re soft now. So soft and full for me.” You cling to him, whining, and he whispers against your neck, “Was all bark earlier. Now you’re just mine.” You nod, hips rolling. “Yours, Johnny. All yours.” He groans, hands on your hips, bouncing you up and down with rough, calloused hands, thrusts deep, and says, “Gonna put another one in you. Fill you till you’re ruined.”
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Ghost—Cold until he cracks. Then he turns reverent.
You accused him of being numb. Soulless. “You don’t feel shit, Ghost,” you spat. And he said nothing. Until he had you face down, legs spread, and dick buried so deep you forgot your own name. “You think I don’t feel?” he grits, voice trembling. “Then why the fuck am I shaking inside you?” He fucked you slow, brutal, his masked face brushing your spine, hands holding you like you’d disappear. “You can hate me all you want,” he whispered, hips snapping. “But this pussy’s mine. All of it.” You cried for him then—soft and broken—and he kissed your back, filling you with a groan. “I feel everything with you.”
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Your eyes glazed over, heavy and dark, barely able to focus through the haze. And he hasn’t said a word in minutes. He’s just holding your hips and rocking into you like nothing else matters. Gaze locked on the silken depth of your skin, its beauty unmatched in the low light. “I’m sorry,” you sob. “Ghost—Simon—please.” He leans down, eyes locked on yours. “No more talk,” he whispers. “Just take it.” His cock is relentless, gliding through your swollen cunt, every stroke dragging more tears from your eyes. “You feel this?” he asks “This is how I forgive you.” You nod, voice broken. “I love you—please, don’t stop.” He presses his forehead to yours. “I won’t. Not until this pussy’s full again.”
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A/N: I'm going to edit this later. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFERENT. But my cycle was coming up when I started writing this, so I was horny and just did whatever😭
COD men fucking mean, mouthy reader. This post includes: König, Alejandro, Keegan, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost.
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König—Quiet until you talk too much. Then he makes you weep.
You started off mean—mocking how quiet he was, how he hesitated to touch. “What, afraid to break me?” you mocked. But König just stared at you for a moment… then threw you on the bed and sank into you with a groan so deep it rattled. “You want me to break you?” he hissed in your ear. “You’ll beg me to stop before I’m done.” And he meant it. His dick was too thick, too deep—you were clawing at the sheets within seconds, choking on sobs. “Too much?” he whispered, voice dark. “I thought you could handle it.” Heat rolled off your body, rich skin flushed and trembling under greedy hands. By the time you came for the third time, you were blubbering, arms around his neck, begging, “Please stay inside, König. Please. I’m sorry.” And he did. He stayed inside; even when he softened, he kept going until he got hard again.
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Hours later, you’re trembling under him, tear-streaked and whimpering, and he’s still inside you—thick, twitching, relentless. “You’re not fightin’ me anymore,” he murmurs, brushing hair from your face. “You’re soft now. So beautiful like this.” He rolls his hips slow, dick dragging deep, and you gasp, oversensitive. “You’re still takin’ it, liebling,” he whispers, kissing your jaw. “Still lettin’ me fill you.” You nod, breath hitching. “I need it, König—need your cum in me again.” He groans low, hands gripping your hips. “Then I’ll give it to you. As many times as you want. I’ll keep you full, mein Schatz.”
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Alejandro—Teasing, until you cross the line. Then he owns you.
You called him a flirt. Said his mouth was better than his stroke. So he made you prove it—fucking you face down, hips rolling deep and rough, a hand in your hair and the other gripping your throat. “Still think I’m all talk, preciosa?” he hissed, fucking you slow and devastating. “Say it again with this fat cock pressing your soul.” You were snappy at first—biting words through moans—but his pace never broke, grinding into your g-spot until your sarcasm dissolved into gasps. “That’s it,” he groaned, voice softer now. “You sound so fuckin’ sweet like this. You just needed a little correction, huh?” You nodded, tears streaking your cheeks. “M'yours, Alejandro,” you whimpered. “Just don’t stop.” He let out a breathless laugh at your ask. "I won’t, my love."
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You’re curled into him, legs over his shoulders, and he’s still rolling his hips slow—just enough to keep his cum inside. “Look at you now, mi amor,” he coos. “You were so mean to me. And now?” His voice drops. “Now you’re crying for this dick.” You hiccup, dazed and warm. “You fuck me so good, Ale. I can’t stop shaking.” He kisses your throat, then your lips, his dick stroking your walls with every lazy push. He’s obsessed with the feel of your lips parting under his, the way you taste like sin and sweat. “I love you like this,” he whispers. “Open. Sweet. Full of me.” You shiver as another orgasm starts to build, and he smirks. “I’m not leaving this pussy till I know it’s mine.”
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Keegan—Patient until you provoke. Then he takes everything.
You mocked him first. Said he was all shadow, no bite. “You just like to watch, huh? Not man enough to handle me?” you sneered. The look in his eyes changed then—dark, unreadable. He didn’t speak. Just pressed you against the wall, yanked your shorts aside, and fucked into you with a roughness that stole your breath. “You don’t think I can handle you?” His voice was gravel, steady even as his hips snapped into yours. “Then why are you cryin’ on my cock?” His gloved hand clamped around your mouth, muffling your moans, his other hand dragging down your thigh to hook your leg high on his hip. You bit at his palm anyway, nails digging into his vest, every insult crumbling into ragged gasps as he hit your g-spot again and again. The mask brushed your cheek when he leaned close, breath hot against your ear. “You can fight me all you want,” he muttered. “But your cunt’s beggin’ for me.”
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Later, you were slumped against his chest, legs spread wide, still full of him. His cock twitched inside, and he tilted your chin up with one finger, making you meet his gaze. “Not so mouthy now,” he said, voice almost tender. He shifted his hips slow, dragging himself against your raw, sensitive walls until you sobbed. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Give me those tears. You’re mine like this.” Your voice cracked, the heat of your flushed skin pressed tight to his, your body shaking with every push. “Keegan—I’m sorry—I need you.” His lips brushed your temple, slow, reverent. “Good girl,” he breathed. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. Not till I’ve filled you again.”
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Price—Stern, slow, and completely unforgiving.
You said he fucked like a soldier. Precise. Boring. That was a mistake. Because now you’re flat on your back, his body blanketing yours, one hand pinning your wrists while he fucks you with slow, ruthless strokes. “You want a show, sweetheart?” he mutters darkly. “You’ve got one.” His dick presses deep—obscenely deep—and he doesn’t let up, even as you try to twist away. His mouth curves in the faintest smirk. “You’re gonna cum like this,” he says, voice hot at your ear, pulling your hair, threading his fingers into your coils to tilt your head up so you look at him. “Gonna cry and beg and get fucked through it.” And you do. You sob when you cum, legs wrapped around his waist, saying, “John—Captain—I didn’t mean it, I swear—oh my—fuck.”
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His chest is against your back, hand around your throat, and he’s still inside you—grinding slow, deep, like he’s memorizing you. “You’ve got nothin’ left to say now, huh?” he mocks. “Not with this pussy stuffed full.” You choke on a moan, body limp. “John, I can’t—” He kisses your shoulder, voice low. “Yes you can. You’re gonna take every drop I’ve got left. This is what you wanted, innit?” You nod, crying again as he fucks you through the soreness. Stray baby hairs stuck to your damp forehead, softening the ruin of your expression. “There’s my girl,” he grunts. “Takin’ me so well.”
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Gaz—Gentle hands, dirty mouth, patient until you snap.
You teased him about being too nice, too soft—so he showed you just how rough a gentleman can get. He’s got you on your back, thick dick gliding in fast and deep, thumb circling your clit while his lips brush your cheek. “You don’t have to like me,” he whispers. “But this pussy likes me just fine.” You talk shit between gasps, until his thrusts start hitting that sweet spot and your words melt into breathless cries. “Feel how you’re squeezing me, love? She wants it. You want it.” You nod, barely able to think, hands gripping his forearms. “Say it,” he groans. “Say you want me.” You cry it out, shaking. “I want you, Kyle—mghn, fill me, please.”
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Now, you’re barely holding on, one leg over his shoulder, your skin slick with sweat, and he’s still thrusting—soft, but deep. “You were so mean to me, babe,” he breathes, kissing your hand. “Now look at you.” His dick pushes slow inside, warm and pulsing. “Now you’re beggin’ for it.” The weight of him pins you to the bed, heavy and relentless, like he’s claiming you with every steady push. Your lashes clumped with tears, trembling with each sharp breath you fought to swallow. Your brown skin gleamed with sweat like something holy and obscene all at once. You cry out when he hits your spot, fingers clutching the sheets. “Kyle, please… don’t stop.” He groans, forehead against yours. He thrusts deeper, hips pistoning with a slow, grinding rhythm, his thumb never leaving your clit as it swells under his touch. “I won’t. Not until this pussy’s milked every fuckin’ drop.”
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Soap—You mocked him. He made you love it.
You told him he was all arrogance and no skill. He laughed—and then wrecked you. Now you’re on top, but he’s got you bouncing on his dick, hands on your waist, fucking you from below like it’s the only thing he was born to do. “No skill, huh?” he pants, watching your thighs quake. “This cunt’s gushin’, lass.” You try to sass back, but the rhythm breaks you. His dick’s thick and unforgiving, your pussy fluttering every time he hits that soaked, swollen spot. “That mouth still got somethin’ smart to say?” he groans. “Or did I fuck the brat outta you?” You’re sobbing now, whispering, “I didn’t mean it—Johnny, I’m sorry—feels so good, please—oh, fuck—.”
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You’re in his lap still trembling in his arms while he rocks up into your pussy. “That’s it, love,” he pants. “Let me keep fuckin’ it into you.” His hands roam your soft thighs, your back, your face, kissing every inch. “You’re soft now. So soft and full for me.” You cling to him, whining, and he whispers against your neck, “Was all bark earlier. Now you’re just mine.” You nod, hips rolling. “Yours, Johnny. All yours.” He groans, hands on your hips, bouncing you up and down with rough, calloused hands, thrusts deep, and says, “Gonna put another one in you. Fill you till you’re ruined.”
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Ghost—Cold until he cracks. Then he turns reverent.
You accused him of being numb. Soulless. “You don’t feel shit, Ghost,” you spat. And he said nothing. Until he had you face down, legs spread, and dick buried so deep you forgot your own name. “You think I don’t feel?” he grits, voice trembling. “Then why the fuck am I shaking inside you?” He fucked you slow, brutal, his masked face brushing your spine, hands holding you like you’d disappear. “You can hate me all you want,” he whispered, hips snapping. “But this pussy’s mine. All of it.” You cried for him then—soft and broken—and he kissed your back, filling you with a groan. “I feel everything with you.”
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Your eyes glazed over, heavy and dark, barely able to focus through the haze. And he hasn’t said a word in minutes. He’s just holding your hips and rocking into you like nothing else matters. Gaze locked on the silken depth of your skin, its beauty unmatched in the low light. “I’m sorry,” you sob. “Ghost—Simon—please.” He leans down, eyes locked on yours. “No more talk,” he whispers. “Just take it.” His cock is relentless, gliding through your swollen cunt, every stroke dragging more tears from your eyes. “You feel this?” he asks “This is how I forgive you.” You nod, voice broken. “I love you—please, don’t stop.” He presses his forehead to yours. “I won’t. Not until this pussy’s full again.”
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A/N: I'm going to edit this later. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFERENT. But my cycle was coming up when I started writing this, so I was horny and just did whatever😭
Jabber the type of guy to drink all the milk and put it back in the fridge knowing damn well you’re gonna get on his ass about it but still does it cause he finds you hot when you’re mad.
“I was gon’ do it later ma I promise”
“C’mon ma I was tired”
Sometimes he’ll instigate just to see how you react.
“Nah you trippin’ bae it still had some left”
And other times he’ll apologise knowing he’ll do it again just to see your adorable face when you’re annoyed.
“You right baby that’s my fault” he even gives you neck kisses just to plead his case even more, knowing they turn you into putty under his hands.
Mf will be sat there looking like this while you yell at him for the same thing a week later. #Herightwherehewannabe
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COD men fucking mean, mouthy reader. This post includes: König, Alejandro, Keegan, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost.
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König—Quiet until you talk too much. Then he makes you weep.
You started off mean—mocking how quiet he was, how he hesitated to touch. “What, afraid to break me?” you mocked. But König just stared at you for a moment… then threw you on the bed and sank into you with a groan so deep it rattled. “You want me to break you?” he hissed in your ear. “You’ll beg me to stop before I’m done.” And he meant it. His dick was too thick, too deep—you were clawing at the sheets within seconds, choking on sobs. “Too much?” he whispered, voice dark. “I thought you could handle it.” Heat rolled off your body, rich skin flushed and trembling under greedy hands. By the time you came for the third time, you were blubbering, arms around his neck, begging, “Please stay inside, König. Please. I’m sorry.” And he did. He stayed inside; even when he softened, he kept going until he got hard again.
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Hours later, you’re trembling under him, tear-streaked and whimpering, and he’s still inside you—thick, twitching, relentless. “You’re not fightin’ me anymore,” he murmurs, brushing hair from your face. “You’re soft now. So beautiful like this.” He rolls his hips slow, dick dragging deep, and you gasp, oversensitive. “You’re still takin’ it, liebling,” he whispers, kissing your jaw. “Still lettin’ me fill you.” You nod, breath hitching. “I need it, König—need your cum in me again.” He groans low, hands gripping your hips. “Then I’ll give it to you. As many times as you want. I’ll keep you full, mein Schatz.”
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Alejandro—Teasing, until you cross the line. Then he owns you.
You called him a flirt. Said his mouth was better than his stroke. So he made you prove it—fucking you face down, hips rolling deep and rough, a hand in your hair and the other gripping your throat. “Still think I’m all talk, preciosa?” he hissed, fucking you slow and devastating. “Say it again with this fat cock pressing your soul.” You were snappy at first—biting words through moans—but his pace never broke, grinding into your g-spot until your sarcasm dissolved into gasps. “That’s it,” he groaned, voice softer now. “You sound so fuckin’ sweet like this. You just needed a little correction, huh?” You nodded, tears streaking your cheeks. “M'yours, Alejandro,” you whimpered. “Just don’t stop.” He let out a breathless laugh at your ask. "I won’t, my love."
-
You’re curled into him, legs over his shoulders, and he’s still rolling his hips slow—just enough to keep his cum inside. “Look at you now, mi amor,” he coos. “You were so mean to me. And now?” His voice drops. “Now you’re crying for this dick.” You hiccup, dazed and warm. “You fuck me so good, Ale. I can’t stop shaking.” He kisses your throat, then your lips, his dick stroking your walls with every lazy push. He’s obsessed with the feel of your lips parting under his, the way you taste like sin and sweat. “I love you like this,” he whispers. “Open. Sweet. Full of me.” You shiver as another orgasm starts to build, and he smirks. “I’m not leaving this pussy till I know it’s mine.”
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Keegan—Patient until you provoke. Then he takes everything.
You mocked him first. Said he was all shadow, no bite. “You just like to watch, huh? Not man enough to handle me?” you sneered. The look in his eyes changed then—dark, unreadable. He didn’t speak. Just pressed you against the wall, yanked your shorts aside, and fucked into you with a roughness that stole your breath. “You don’t think I can handle you?” His voice was gravel, steady even as his hips snapped into yours. “Then why are you cryin’ on my cock?” His gloved hand clamped around your mouth, muffling your moans, his other hand dragging down your thigh to hook your leg high on his hip. You bit at his palm anyway, nails digging into his vest, every insult crumbling into ragged gasps as he hit your g-spot again and again. The mask brushed your cheek when he leaned close, breath hot against your ear. “You can fight me all you want,” he muttered. “But your cunt’s beggin’ for me.”
-
Later, you were slumped against his chest, legs spread wide, still full of him. His cock twitched inside, and he tilted your chin up with one finger, making you meet his gaze. “Not so mouthy now,” he said, voice almost tender. He shifted his hips slow, dragging himself against your raw, sensitive walls until you sobbed. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Give me those tears. You’re mine like this.” Your voice cracked, the heat of your flushed skin pressed tight to his, your body shaking with every push. “Keegan—I’m sorry—I need you.” His lips brushed your temple, slow, reverent. “Good girl,” he breathed. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. Not till I’ve filled you again.”
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Price—Stern, slow, and completely unforgiving.
You said he fucked like a soldier. Precise. Boring. That was a mistake. Because now you’re flat on your back, his body blanketing yours, one hand pinning your wrists while he fucks you with slow, ruthless strokes. “You want a show, sweetheart?” he mutters darkly. “You’ve got one.” His dick presses deep—obscenely deep—and he doesn’t let up, even as you try to twist away. His mouth curves in the faintest smirk. “You’re gonna cum like this,” he says, voice hot at your ear, pulling your hair, threading his fingers into your coils to tilt your head up so you look at him. “Gonna cry and beg and get fucked through it.” And you do. You sob when you cum, legs wrapped around his waist, saying, “John—Captain—I didn’t mean it, I swear—oh my—fuck.”
-
His chest is against your back, hand around your throat, and he’s still inside you—grinding slow, deep, like he’s memorizing you. “You’ve got nothin’ left to say now, huh?” he mocks. “Not with this pussy stuffed full.” You choke on a moan, body limp. “John, I can’t—” He kisses your shoulder, voice low. “Yes you can. You’re gonna take every drop I’ve got left. This is what you wanted, innit?” You nod, crying again as he fucks you through the soreness. Stray baby hairs stuck to your damp forehead, softening the ruin of your expression. “There’s my girl,” he grunts. “Takin’ me so well.”
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Gaz—Gentle hands, dirty mouth, patient until you snap.
You teased him about being too nice, too soft—so he showed you just how rough a gentleman can get. He’s got you on your back, thick dick gliding in fast and deep, thumb circling your clit while his lips brush your cheek. “You don’t have to like me,” he whispers. “But this pussy likes me just fine.” You talk shit between gasps, until his thrusts start hitting that sweet spot and your words melt into breathless cries. “Feel how you’re squeezing me, love? She wants it. You want it.” You nod, barely able to think, hands gripping his forearms. “Say it,” he groans. “Say you want me.” You cry it out, shaking. “I want you, Kyle—mghn, fill me, please.”
-
Now, you’re barely holding on, one leg over his shoulder, your skin slick with sweat, and he’s still thrusting—soft, but deep. “You were so mean to me, babe,” he breathes, kissing your hand. “Now look at you.” His dick pushes slow inside, warm and pulsing. “Now you’re beggin’ for it.” The weight of him pins you to the bed, heavy and relentless, like he’s claiming you with every steady push. Your lashes clumped with tears, trembling with each sharp breath you fought to swallow. Your brown skin gleamed with sweat like something holy and obscene all at once. You cry out when he hits your spot, fingers clutching the sheets. “Kyle, please… don’t stop.” He groans, forehead against yours. He thrusts deeper, hips pistoning with a slow, grinding rhythm, his thumb never leaving your clit as it swells under his touch. “I won’t. Not until this pussy’s milked every fuckin’ drop.”
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Soap—You mocked him. He made you love it.
You told him he was all arrogance and no skill. He laughed—and then wrecked you. Now you’re on top, but he’s got you bouncing on his dick, hands on your waist, fucking you from below like it’s the only thing he was born to do. “No skill, huh?” he pants, watching your thighs quake. “This cunt’s gushin’, lass.” You try to sass back, but the rhythm breaks you. His dick’s thick and unforgiving, your pussy fluttering every time he hits that soaked, swollen spot. “That mouth still got somethin’ smart to say?” he groans. “Or did I fuck the brat outta you?” You’re sobbing now, whispering, “I didn’t mean it—Johnny, I’m sorry—feels so good, please—oh, fuck—.”
-
You’re in his lap still trembling in his arms while he rocks up into your pussy. “That’s it, love,” he pants. “Let me keep fuckin’ it into you.” His hands roam your soft thighs, your back, your face, kissing every inch. “You’re soft now. So soft and full for me.” You cling to him, whining, and he whispers against your neck, “Was all bark earlier. Now you’re just mine.” You nod, hips rolling. “Yours, Johnny. All yours.” He groans, hands on your hips, bouncing you up and down with rough, calloused hands, thrusts deep, and says, “Gonna put another one in you. Fill you till you’re ruined.”
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Ghost—Cold until he cracks. Then he turns reverent.
You accused him of being numb. Soulless. “You don’t feel shit, Ghost,” you spat. And he said nothing. Until he had you face down, legs spread, and dick buried so deep you forgot your own name. “You think I don’t feel?” he grits, voice trembling. “Then why the fuck am I shaking inside you?” He fucked you slow, brutal, his masked face brushing your spine, hands holding you like you’d disappear. “You can hate me all you want,” he whispered, hips snapping. “But this pussy’s mine. All of it.” You cried for him then—soft and broken—and he kissed your back, filling you with a groan. “I feel everything with you.”
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Your eyes glazed over, heavy and dark, barely able to focus through the haze. And he hasn’t said a word in minutes. He’s just holding your hips and rocking into you like nothing else matters. Gaze locked on the silken depth of your skin, its beauty unmatched in the low light. “I’m sorry,” you sob. “Ghost—Simon—please.” He leans down, eyes locked on yours. “No more talk,” he whispers. “Just take it.” His cock is relentless, gliding through your swollen cunt, every stroke dragging more tears from your eyes. “You feel this?” he asks “This is how I forgive you.” You nod, voice broken. “I love you—please, don’t stop.” He presses his forehead to yours. “I won’t. Not until this pussy’s full again.”
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A/N: I'm going to edit this later. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFERENT. But my cycle was coming up when I started writing this, so I was horny and just did whatever😭
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I feel like with Jabber’s antics and just his personality in general, he’d probably have a history of semi long/long term relationships. With Jabber it would either last 3 or 10-11 months I feel like there’s no in between. Then out of nowhere he’ll find the one and it’s for life.
NGH! SQUEEZE ME IN THAT FULL NELSON, ENJIN! (HARDER!)
> SIZE: 1,6k
> RATING: +18
> SCENARIO: "telling Enjin he’s too gentle (mid… more exactly) in bed... what could possibly go wrong?"
> CONTENT: no y/n usage, established couple, fem/afab!reader, enjin x reader, smvt, protective!enjin, possesive!enjin, ENJIN PET NAME (predominantly calling reader "BABE"), softie turned fer4l, ENJIN IS A YAPPERRRRRRRRR, MANHANDLING, rough, choking, face slapping, FULL NELSON, kitchen table, CREAMPIES, RAWWWW, praise talk, dirty talk, breeding mentions, p drunk!enjin, hair pulling (reader to enjin), height difference, size difference, aftercare (?), slight plot, swearing.
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For weeks, you’d been craving something else.
Not love—love was fine.
You were tired of the careful hands, the way he treated you like you might crack if he grabbed you too hard.
And yeah, you loved that. But lately, you wanted him a little mean.
So you poked the bear.
“You know, Enjin,” you said lightly, watching him pour the coffee, “For someone who talks all that shit… you’re kinda mid where it actually matters.”
Silence.
The coffee stream stuttered, then stopped.
“…Mid?” he echoed.
The coffee pot just hovered there.
You looked up just in time to see him turn his head slowly, brows knitting, disbelief written all over his face like you’d just accused him of a crime.
“Hold up. Nah. Don’t do that.” He set the pot down with a dull clink. “You ain’t serious.”
You shrugged, leaning back on the counter, crossing your arms, unbothered. Inside, though? Your heart was sprinting. Palms warm. Stomach flipping.
“Maybe… you’re just a softie, like a gentle giant.”
His jaw flexed.
A vein jumped in his neck, right under the ink.
“Softie,” he repeated, almost to himself, then laughed, but it was low, humorless. “Boring?”
You dragged your eyes over him slowly.
Let the silence do the work.
“It’s… cute. But sometimes? Kinda predictable.”
That did it.
He crossed the kitchen in two long strides, crowding your space before you even had time to breathe right.
He brushed your hair back like always—but this time his thumb stayed hooked at your jaw, pressing just enough to make your pulse spike.
“You talkin’ wild today,” he said quietly. “You bored or somethin’?”
“Just being honest.”
Inside, you were vibrating.
This was exactly what you wanted.
God, please take the bait.
His eyes darkened
“Aight,” he murmured. “But don’t act surprised.”
He didn't wait for an answer.
One big hand slid up, settling around your throat—not squeezing, just firm enough to pin you back against the table.
Enough to make your knees weak.
“’Cause I been nice,” he said, leaning in, voice low. “Not lazy.”
Oh.
Yeah. That.
[...]
The kitchen table was creaking—screeching—under the weight of his aggression.
Enjin has you hiked up, back to his chest. His beefy arms are locked under yours in a punishing full nelson, forcing your spine to arch until your tits are practically pointing at the ceiling.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Yeah—h-hah—not so soft now... is it, babe?!” Enjin rasps, his words broken by sharp, ragged gasps for air against your ear.
He’s slamming into you, but he can’t stop talking, the words spilling out like hes got no filter left.
“Look at ya... look how you shakin' for a 'softie', huh?! Thought I was boring? Thought I was just some gentle giant?! hah… Nah, babe, you knew exactly what was comin' when you opened that mouth!”
You could feel his thighs, braced against yours to keep you from sliding. His hands were interlaced behind your neck, trapping you, making you feel every single thick, veiny inch as it slid in and out. His stomach smacked against your ass with a wet, heavy slap-slap-slap.
The sound was disgusting—wet and loud in the quiet kitchen. The stubble on his chin scratched your neck as he buried his face there, inhaling your scent like he was starving. Spit dripped from your lip onto the wood every time he hit your cervix with a thud that made your vision go blurry.
“Look at the mess—fuck—Look at the mess you makin!” he wheezed, hot breath scorching your skin.
“You soppin' wet, babe. Slippin' all over the place... huff... you so damn tight, it's like you tryna trap me inside ya. Don't let go, yeah? Just like that... take every bit of it.”
He was huge.
Raw, he felt twice as wide, stretching you until you were sure you’d split. Every vein on his shaft was scraping your walls, hitting spots you didn't even know you had.
Squish. Slap. Squish.
“E-Enjin... hah... please... can't... I can't think...” you sob, your head lolling back against his shoulder.
“Please what? Hah?! Speak up, babe!” He snarls, stretching you apart so he can watch himself slide back in, doooooown to the hilt. “You wanted it hard, didn’t ya?! Keep that same energy! Talk that shit now! You like that?! You like how I'm doin' ya right now?!”
“Yes!… L-love it... uuungh... so deep... Enjin, more...” you mumble, your fingers digging into the ink on his forearms, barely able to form the words.
Thud-thud-thud.
“Yeah, pretty,” he mutters, his blonde hair damp with sweat and tickling your cheek. “You so pretty… hah… and you all mine. You hear me? All mine, babe.”
He lets go of your neck for a second, reaching around to cup your face, tilting your head back so you have to look at him. He gives you a couple of light, sharp slaps on the cheek—just enough to make your skin sting and your brain snap back to the moment.
“Hey— look at me!” he commands, his voice cracking. “Stay with me, babe. Don't go fadin' out yet. I need you... to feel... every... bit of this.”
He gives you another soft, rhythmic tap on your face. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, catching only glimpses of his golden stare.
“How many times... huff... is that now, huh? Hah... You lost count? Tell me! Tell me how many times I make you cum already?! Count 'em for me, babe!"
“I... I don't... hah... three? Four? I... Enjin, I’m gonna... ungh...” you sobbed, head shaking frantically as another wave of pleasure crashed over you.
“That’s what I thought!” he growled, his grip tightening behind your neck as he pulled you even tighter against his sweat-slicked, tattooed chest. “Guess I’ll just have to keep goin’ until you forget your own name, too!”
He slowed down—a torturous, wet drag—only to give you a long, deep grind.
“Say it! Tell me you love me…uugh… Tell me you love every fuckin' inch of me right now! Say it... hah... say it, babe!”
“I… i love you— please, just shut up and fuck me...!”
Enjin let out a loud, raspy bark of a laugh, and those deep dimples flashed in his cheeks as he looked at you.
“Shut up?! Hah…! Nah, babe, you don't get to tell me to shut up when you lookin' this good! I gotta tell ya... I gotta say it... your pussy is literally the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life! It’s like it was made just for me, you hear?!”
He was driving into you so hard that the sweat started working against him.
Slap. Slap. Slap
Your skin was too slick, and for a split second, his grip faltered. You began to slide forward, but you instinctively reached back, your fingers catching the thick strands of his hair right at the roots. You yanked him hard, anchoring yourself against him, forcing his hips to stay locked against yours as you tilted your head back, gasping for air.
“Yeah... holy shit— grab on, babe! Grip it just like that! Don't you dare let go!”
His eyes were blown wide as his hands moved to pin yours against his body, ensuring you couldn't slip again.
“That's it... hold me right there! God, you feelin' so damn good, I'm 'bout to lose my mind!…ungh...” he groans, a deep sound from the back of his throat. “You gon' take all of it! Raw! Every damn drop! Squeeeeeze me, babe. Squeeze me like you mean it! Fuckkk—!”
He pulled back just an inch, then plunged deep again with a final, guttural shout. You felt a hot, heavy gush flood into your deepest core, filling you, stretching you, burning inside you. He was pouring himself into you, claiming every last inch of your wet, spasming body.
Enjin stayed buried inside you for what felt like an eternity, his forehead pressed hard against the crook of your neck.
Both of you were just… wrecked. The only sound in the kitchen was the ragged, syncopated rhythm of your breathing—loud, wet, and heavy in the humid air.
Slowly, he pulled out.
The sound was a pathetic, sticky schlorp that made you whimper, feeling suddenly cold and empty.
Your arms, still locked in that position, finally went slack as he released your body. You slumped onto the table, cheek pressing against the damp wood.
“Man… hah… phew…” Enjin wheezed, wiping sweat from his chin. “Seriously... huff... remind me to find out who made this table. I gotta send ‘em a thank you note or somethin'. Any other would’ve snapped in half ten minutes ago. Best damn... hah... investment we ever made!”
You let out a weak chuckle.
“I’m glad… huff… you’re worried about the furniture… while I can’t even feel my legs.”
He looked at the absolute disaster of the kitchen—the spilled coffee, the smears on the table, the puddles on the floor.
You tried to push yourself up, but your knees just buckled, a soft "oh" escaping your lips.
“Whoa, Easy there!”
Before you could hit the floor, Enjin scooped you up into a bridal carry.
“Girl, you a straight up mess... sooooo pretty,” he murmured, the smell of tobacco and perfume lingering on his skin. “You alright? For real?”
You nodded weakly, still shaking.
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, completely different from before, then walked off toward the hallway.
He set you down by the tub and turned on the water. “Now, get in. Go hit the shower before you catch a cold. And I’ll have that kitchen lookin' brand new by the time you done scrubbin' off.”
You watched him from the doorway.
“You’re gonna clean all that up by yourself?”
“Of course, babe!” He paused at the door. “Besides… the sooner that table's clean, the sooner we can see if it'll handle a second round”
“Enjin, no!”
“We’ll see, babe! We’ll see!”
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Bf! Jabber the type to say “it’s ‘cuz I’m black isn’t it?” To piss you off even more.
Bf! Jabber the type to box the air around you and going “uss uss uss”
Bf! Jabber the type to fiddle with his rings while staring at you with hooded eyes as you speak.
Bf! Jabber the type to smirk when you get mad and pull you by your belt towards his lap, saying “I’m sorry ma, forgive me, yeah?”
Bf! Jabber the type to moan loud in public if you swat him playfully.
Bf! Jabber the type to look at you with the nastiest side eye during a serious situation, you both trying your best not to laugh.
Bf! Jabber the type to say “take me out to dinner first.” If you grab his thigh while he’s driving.
Bf! Jabber the type to give you nicknames like “ma”, “lil’ lady”, “ma’am”, “my girl”
Bf! Jabber the type to twirl you around after you put on the most cuntiest outfit.
Bf! Jabber the type to press his knees to the back of your knees to see you fold.
Bf! Jabber the type to grab you by the waist, pressing his cold ring fingers on your exposed skin just to see you shudder.
Bf! Jabber the type to take a fat ass chunk of your food after you asked him if he wanted a small bite.
Bf! Jabber the type to kick his feet while he texts you and say “girl you play too muchhhh” in his empty room while giggling.
Bf! Jabber the type to slap your ass as he passes through.
Bf! Jabber the type to rest his head between your thighs as he scrolls through his phone.
Bf! Jabber the type to shut up with the biggest smile when you tell him to shut up.
Bf! Jabber the type to laugh so loud at your joke just to go serious all of a sudden and say “it’s not that funny.”
Bf! Jabber the type to say something smart while you give him the most obvious question. “What are you cooking?” “Food.” “Jabber, I know IT’S FUCKING FOOD.”
Bf! Jabber the type to hit the dougie while you’re mid scolding him.
I feel like with Jabber’s antics and just his personality in general, he’d probably have a history of semi long/long term relationships. With Jabber it would either last 3 or 10-11 months I feel like there’s no in between. Then out of nowhere he’ll find the one and it’s for life.
jabber is the kind of man who sees that youre busy with something, but hes so needy and in a touchy mood— that he has to squeeze something on your body.
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“whatcha staring at sugar?” enjin gives you a lazy grin from the bathroom doorway, sweats low on his hips, arms raised as he dries his hair messily with a towel.
“i..” you’re practically panting on the bed at the sight. “‘jin.” you whine.
“hm?” he tosses the towel back into the bathroom and saunters over to you. “gotta tell me what you want pretty.” he cups your cheeks.
“these.” you press your palms to his abs.
“you want muscles?” he flexes, smirking down at you.
“no, i..” you scrunch your brows and tug him down onto the bed. “just..” you huff.
he lets you move him around as you please and when you have him on his back you straddle his waist. you press yourself right against his abs, little cotton shorts bunching up at the first drag of your hips. a small laugh leaves his lips and your cheeks burn as you stop your movements.
“nonono.. go on.” he rubs your thighs. “c’mon.” he bucks his hips and you scoot up his abs. “look so hot like this.” his hands slide up to your hips.
he helps you keep a steady pace, staring up at you watching the way your tits bounce with your movements. one of his hands leaves to tug your shirt up, letting your tits fall in his face and he groans. he thumbs at one of your perked nipples, chuckling as your back arches and you rut against his muscles faster.
“your soaking right through these shorts. my muscles turn you on that much? hm?” he taunts. “want me to start walking around shirtless?”
“yes ‘jin! so strong! think- mngh! think about em all the time.” you nod, grinding yourself faster feeling that familiar buildup in your lower tummy.
“ohhh is my sugar gonna cum? just from rubbing this cute little pussy on my abs.” his other hand falls back down to your waist and makes you hump against him faster.
“yes! feels so good!” you gasp. “enjin i- aghh! pleaseee.”
“go on. show me how much you love em.” he nods and feels the way your cunt throbs and soaks his muscles. “there you go, good girl.” he slows your movements watching you start to tremble.
“wanna.. ride your thigh too.” you look down at him sheepishly.
“yeah?” he grins. “anything you want.” he nods, rubbing his hands up and down your sides.
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