𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Jabber Wonger (Gachiakuta).
𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.2k
𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘: Fem!Reader x Jabber. SMUT.
𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Chasing, hunter/prey, cnc if you squint, mentions of physical fighting, cunnilingus, petnames.
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: I'm back! And this time with a new fandom! This is my first attempt at writing in almost eight months.. but im hoping to get back into the swing of things and posting more consitently.. or well as consistent as my usual inconsistency was before my hiatus. This is a submission for the @pixelcafe-network's kinktober event! Jabber was so much fun to write for. Anyways enough of my yapping I hope you enjoy!! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ᵕ`∩꒱ྀིა
You could hear your heart racing in your ears as you rounded yet another corner in the abandoned catacombs. You should have known better than to have agreed to this. To feed into your partner’s lurid desires that led you to running through the seemingly never ending spirals of these halls. Jabber was extremely fast, even with the head start he had so graciously given you, hs manic laughter could be heard gaining on you at a rapid pace.
Your shoes slammed against the concrete of the ground, eyes widening at the fast approaching dead end to the hall you had ran down. You turn, quick on your feet, but surely not fast enough as you see his magenta eyes practically glowing in the dim light casted only by the torches on the walls. Trying to plan a break for it you moved with a speed that surprised even yourself, charging for him and wrapping tour thighs around his neck in a headlock, hoping to catch him off guard enough to make an escape.
Jabber let out a surprised grunt as your thighs clamped around his head, your muscles tightening like a vice around his throat. His large hands gripped your thighs, claws digging into your skin through the cloth of your pants as he struggled to pry your legs apart as you choked him. But they were strong, stronger than he had anticipated, and he found himself momentarily struggling against the hold you had on him.
Until, that is, he saw an opportunity, throwing his weight until your back came into contact with the brick wall of the dead end. As your fist pounded against his shoulder, he quickly turned his head, pressing his face firmly against the clothed heat of your sex. He inhaled deeply, his nose and mouth filling with the scent, a musky, intoxicating aroma that sent a jolt of pure lust straight to his core.
He groaned against the fabric, the vibrations rumbling through your body, making a gasp tear through your throat, serving to have you be the one thrashing in his grasp. But he didn't stop. Instead, he used the grip he had on your thighs to pull your clothed cunt harder against his face, his tongue coming out to lave over your clit, tracing the seam of your panties with deliberate, teasing strokes.
The scream that tore through your throat only spurred him on, only made him want to push you further, to break through the last of your defenses. He could feel your heart racing beneath his hands, could hear the raggedness of your breaths, the desperate way you panted and writhed against him.
His eyes flashed up to meet yours, a wicked, triumphant grin spreading across his face as he spoke, his voice muffled but still distinct against your clothed cunt.
“Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined, baby. And you taste even better knowing your my reward after a well deserved win.”
He punctuated his words with a hard thrust of his tongue, pressing the damp fabric of your panties against the sensitive flesh, teasing mercilessly. His hands slid up to grip your ass, kneading the firm globes, pulling you harder against his face as he licked and sucked and nipped at your clit through the thin barrier clothing.
Jabber was playing with fire, and he knew it. But he didn't care. He wanted to burn in the flames of your desire, to feel you consume him, body and soul. And he would stop at nothing until he had reduced you to the same desperate, aching mess that he found himself in. Looking up at you through where his head parted your thighs all he could do was let his face split into a manic grin.
“Well, sugar, I think its high time I claimed my prize, don’t you?”
He wasted no time after that, the sharp blade from his claw slicing through your panties like butter before they withdrew, returning to the rings that sat nestled against his fingers. Two of those fingers parting your folds with ease. Eyes locked on the way the dim lighting reflected off your arousal, letting out a low whistle as he openly gawked at your center. Laughing at the gentle kick you gave to one of his shoulders, adoring the impatient tone in your voice from embarrassment.
“Are you going to stare at my cunt all night or are you gonna..”
Your words were swiftly cut off by the gasp that tore its way through your throat as his tongue licked a fat stripe up the seam of your cunt, groaning, his eyes practically rolling to the back of is head at the mere taste of you on his tongue. Jabber always ate your pussy like it was the first and last time he’d ever be able to touch you. A desperation filled every swipe of his wet appendage, ensuring not a single inch of you was left untasted, before suctioning his lips on your clit, teeth gently scraping the sensitive bundle. Knowing he’d be rewarded with your back arching into hi and your fingers being buried into his dreads.
He could feel you dripping down his chin, barely letting your cunt flutter once from emptiness before sliding two digits into your welcoming walls with ease. The cold metal that rested at the base of his knuckles forcing a shiver up your spine. Not just due o the difference in temperature, but the knowledge of just what those rings were capable when activated. The dangerous spontaneity that Jabber exuded had always begrudgingly added to your attraction toward the raider.
And when his fingers curled just right against that spongey spot within your depths, you almost forgot about your precarious position upon his shoulders, hips stuttering against his face to get more of his touch, more of his tongue. It was maddening how in tune he was with your body, leaning into your movements, his fingers alternating with swipes of his tongue that had you bordering on your first orgasm of what was sure to be a long night at an alarming rate. Jabber often wouldn’t make you cry, nor beg, too high off the knowledge that he alone would be able to bring you enough pleasure to come undone in his arms so quickly.
So, rather than pulling away, he doubled his efforts. His own hips grinding against the same wall he had you pinned too to get some much needed friction to his aching cock that was leaking precum into his pants like a leaky faucet. Groaning is demands for you to come undone for him against your cunt, not daring to stop even long enough to for a coherent sentence for your to hear. Because all he needed was what followed. He bucking of your hips and the spasming of your walls around his plunging digits as you came undone in is arms.
And even as you came down from your high, him maneuvering your body with ease until your thighs were now wrapped around his waist rather than his ears as he claimed your mouth with his. You knew one thing for sure, you were more than willing to burn with him in the flames of your shared desire.
Dividers by: @/pepsipoet & @/cafekitsune. Do not repost my works onto any other platforms, translate, plagiarize, or steal. Do not feed any works to AI. Hope you enjoyed! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
