A jabber x reader where reader is very like say, shy or more of a closeted perv? Anywho they're very observant and knows for a fact how much of a masochist he is, and it's like their first time doing since they got together, reader is smacking him all over the place in the best ways possible, THANK YOU 😽
Mask off
Let's get our jabber grinding on.
A cute Raider you were.
Jabber admittedly had his eyes on you for a while, which was surprising even for him. A meek little thing like you?, got him twirling his hair ontop of an abandoned rooftop day dreaming. Jabber doesn't know when it happened. It was just cute to see you squirm, fumble over your words and seeing you pretend like you didn't know what the hell you were doing. Maybe you didn't see it, but he did.
You encountered him hanging upside down one evening, fingers digging into concrete with pure strength and determination. Mumbled something about seeing a red suited man on an old dog eared magazine before confessing, he dropped head first down when you said yes.
Maybe he got permanent brain injury, maybe that's why he's taking things to next base without any plans of leaving.
His fingers fist up in your hair as painfully as the way he bites your lip, his tongue catching the bleeding patch before diving back in to kiss you senseless. But disappointingly, he doesn't do anything other than that. A few gropes here and there but that was it. It was like he was almost being careful.
You pulled away, which earned a confused groan from Jabber who finally cracked his eyes open. "What's wrong? Is it the metals in my mouth?"
"Think it's just you." He didn't get time to process the sudden tone change before you push him down on whatever surface was below you two. The wind knocked out of him momentarily before a smile returned along with his breath. "Babe..." You couldn't help a smile of your own when you notice the glimmer of excitement appear in his eyes.
"Damn, is it just me or are you getting hotter by the second?–" His laughter cut off as a sharp slap crackled through the air and suddenly he was facing towards the right. "Can you shut your mouth for a second?" You hissed, capturing his lips against your own.
His hands find your hips as your palms their way onto his flesh again. He giggles almost drunkenly. Savoring the treatment he was getting, God was he excited.
Your cruel hand wraps around his throat, blocking his airway at the larynx. Jabber's piercing pink eyes stare right back at you before they unfocus. He feels his face go numb eventually, barely registering the horrible unpleasant choking sounds coming out of his throat. The slap that comes now feels different, it tingles. Like it's spreading in pixels across his cyanotic skin. Veins pop out from his temple bulging, was he gonna finally die?
The hips below you rise up desperately, pressing their obvious raging boner against your ass. Like he's trying to fuck you through your clothes, well, at least he's trying. Drooling, spittle falling from the corners of his lips and his eyes rolled back almost to the back of his head. Even a blowjob couldn't bring this expression out of him. His head pounded, like it was going to split and explode. Everything was so perfect, all because of you.
The moment you let go of his throat he couldn't even get a gasp in before you smacked him directly across his face, tears prickle against the side of his eyes. "Babe–[Reader]..!" His voice cracked. You paused, hesitating. Maybe you went too far? But then you felt movement behind you, the sound of clothes and something warm hits your back before it thrusts against the fabric of your pants.
"Eheheh... Sorrryyy." A warmth seeped through your clothes after the glare you gave.
