Jabber Wonger x Male reader
Warnings : feminization, use of “ma”, “mama”, and “papi” (if you don’t like that you don’t gotta read it!), extremely gay sex. mdni.
A/N; I didn’t proofread any of this shit. ENJOY!🩷
You never considered yourself to be queer. Honestly, you didn’t care much about that stuff — you just liked who you liked.
So when your girlfriend was on your phone spouting some bullshit like, “I cheated on you, it was an accident, I’m sorry!” you decided… to pull some crazy shit. Because who would you be without that crazy personality of yours, right?
You managed to coax your now ex-girlfriend into giving you the guy’s number. And that’s really all you needed to get his IP and then, of course, his address — ‘cause what else did you go to tech classes for? Computer science? Bullshit.
It didn’t take long. You pulled up to the house (which was big as shit) on an off Saturday when you didn’t have work. There was a car in the driveway — two, actually. Hopefully, the dude just had two cars. So, the guy must’ve been home. You got out your car, looking down at yourself to make sure you were straight — couldn’t embarrass yourself in front of the nigga who sent you a “she busy rn” text. You looked fairly decent: baggy, stylized jeans, a graphic tee, and a designer jacket that hung off your shoulder just a tad.
You took a deep breath. The plan was simple: meet the guy, press him, fuck the absolute dog-shit out of him, record it, send it to your ex. On some petty shit. You were confident you could pull it off — you were handsome, about 5’11 (but you say you’re 6’0), pretty smile. How could he ever resist falling for your charm? It’s never failed you before.
Finally, you knocked on the door — a good three times. You stood there for about a minute before a man opened it. Six feet, light skin, long dreads adorned with various rings. The dude was shirtless, abs rippling despite his lean build. His pink eyes were barely focused on you, a blunt perched between his lips… and his hands? Just didn’t make no damn sense.
“The fuck is you?” the man said, finally acknowledging you and raising an eyebrow. You cleared your throat — time to lock in.
“You Jabber, right?” you asked, shoving your hands in your pockets. You had a taser, just in case this bitch was crazy.
“Yeah. Jabber. Jabber Wonger. Now you gon’ answer my question or not? Who the fuck are you?” Jabber leaned in a little, exhaling smoke from his blunt right in your face. By reflex, you flinched back a bit, holding in a cough.
“My name’s […]. I’m Kaz’s boyfriend.” You crossed your arms, leaning in too. “You the nigga who was plowin’ her shit in, wasn’t you?”
Jabber squinted his eyes at you, like he was trying to decipher what the fuck you were saying. No fucking way you were about to ruin his high over some bitch he fucked ‘cause he was bored.
“Yeah, and? You tryna press me ‘bout it?”
“I’m gon’ do more than press you ‘bout it. Don’t even worry ‘bout that.”
That made Jabber chuckle slightly before he looked you up and down — like he had the audacity to size you up after what he did. You couldn’t help but scowl. This bitch.
“I don’t see why the fuck you’re laughing.”
“‘Cause you at my door over some bitch. What, you wanna run the ones?”
Suddenly, Jabber leaned in real close — so close you could smell the weed on his breath. Reflexively, your thighs squeezed together a little.
“Or are you here for somethin’ else?”
This bitch had no right to be so fine. You could see exactly how your easy-ass ex fell for him. But you weren’t about to fold that easily.
“I’m here for something else entirely — believe that.”
Without another word (’cause your ass was done talking), you shoved Jabber back into the house before stepping in after him, closing the door behind you. You pushed him up against the wall, and he only smirked — blunt still perched between his lips like this was just another casual Saturday.
“Ohh, I see what you’re trynna do,” Jabber laughed — actually laughed. You almost swung on him right then, but before you could, his arm hooked around your waist and pulled you close. Way too close.
“Don’t think I ain’t seen this kinda move before,” he muttered, eyes half-lidded but sharp. “But I’ll be damned if I let it happen to me.”
“Man, you’re bullshittin’. Let me go!” You tried to pull back, but that only made his grip tighten.
“Nah, you wanted to put on a show for that lil’ ex of yours, huh? So that’s what we’ll do.”
You froze for a second, heartbeat loud in your ears. Everything about this was backwards — you were supposed to have the upper hand here. But Jabber just kept that smug grin, like he knew he’d already flipped the script.
For a moment, the air between you turned heavy. His breath was laced with smoke, his voice low and taunting. You could practically feel the heat rolling off him, the challenge in his stare.
Technically, everything was still going as planned… just not the way you pictured it.
Jabber leaned closer, his tone dripping with amusement. “What happened, tough guy? Thought you came here to handle business.”
You clenched your jaw, refusing to look away. “I did.”
He tilted his head, smirking wider. “Then quit hesitating.” Before you could even respond to that utter blasphemy, Jabber took a quick puff of his blunt before pulling you into a heated kiss, the smoke invaded your mouth as well as his tongue.
You could taste the weed on him. Technically..everything was going as planned- you didn’t intend on kissing the nigga though.
After a few seconds of processing the situation you reluctantly kissed back. Then it became a battle for who would dominate the kiss.
Jabber pulled you closer making SURE you felt the print in his sweatpants rutting against you. You felt him groan into the kiss as he started pushing you towards the nearby couch. Tripping you up and making you fall back against the arm rest. You let out a surprised gasp, feeling your back hit the plush cushions.
You pulled away from the kiss, desperate for some semblance of air, but Jabber grabs your face and pulls you back into it with a grin. His other hand is already sliding up under your shirt. His hands were cold- as hell. You fought back a shiver until his hand made it up to your chest, his fingers brushed across your pierced nipples, making you flinch.
Jabber pulled away from the kiss to kiss roughly down your neck before coming up to whisper in your ear as he pinched and pulled on your nipples, watching you squirm. “I bet you knocked on my door thinkin you was finna have my ass, now look at you..overly hard.” He chuckled. The faced he used to grab your face was now palming your bulge.
You tried to fight back the moans, squeezing your eyes shut. Jabber licked his lips.
“Fuck..you cuter than that bitch when you moan, don’t try and hide it. Cmon lemme hear them sweet sounds ma.”
“Ma? I’m..haah- not no damn bitch.”
“You moanin’ like one though ain’t you? Bitch.” Jabber presses his hand down harder to apply pressure, which makes your legs clamp around his hips with a sharp whimper. He laughs.
“See? Look at you, now let me hear that shit..” His voice gets lower, feeling his own erection peak through. You were just so pathetic right now, it turned him ALL the way on.
He refused to wait any longer, his fingers hooked to the waistband of your boxers and started yanking them off you- taking your pants and your boxers off in one go.
The action was suddenly very sobering for you, becoming overly aware of the situation you were in right now. With a soft gasp you struggled to cover your now exposed lower half.
“Mmtch..fuck is you coverin’ up for?” Jabber huffed, you were being extremely difficult. “Cmon ma, let me see.” He leans in close, til your noses are almost touching. He moves your hands, peppering your lips with soft kisses, trying to make you ease up.
And by god it was working. Your hands slowly move and settle on your stomach. But your breath was still heavy. Jabber leaned back and grabbed your knees, and before you had time to question he lifted them up and put them over his shoulder.
“The f-fuck are you doin’?” You try and give him some attitude, to retain some sort of dignity here, but it was cut short when Jabber shoved two of his fingers in your mouth, moving them around and around,, deep in your throat to draw out a few gags.
“Mhm..lube up this fingers baby. You like that don’t you? Being treated like some bitch?”
He snatched his fingers out your mouth, drawing out a few coughs from you. He brings his slicked hands down to your entrance, rimming his fingers on your hole before shoving them in without warning.
“A-augh!—“ You gurgle out before you feel a hand come down and smack your ass.
“Shut that shit up. You was talkin allat shit and look at you..mmtch..” Jabber starts moving his fingers. Those long, strong fingers going in and out of those gummy walls, you can feel him reaching deeper and deeper.
You bite your lips and efforts to quiet yourself, but you’re huffing and groaning peeks through either way. Your back arches slightly and you can feel your thighs trembling. Jabber reaches deeper, rubbing the pads of his fingers against a certain spot that makes your back arch completely.
A warm feeling washes over you- and you came. You seriously came from his fingers, you can feel yourself heating up from embarrassment. You’ve never been fingered let alone like this, who could blame you?
But Jabber just giggles. “You just came from my fingers? Hm? You like that pretty boy?” He murmurs as his fingers relentlessly assault that specific spot. Your hands clutch the cushions so hard you’d think you’re about to tear them open, your breath quickens.
“Fuck! Fffucck,, slow down..” A whine escapes you despite how hard you try and fight it. The more he moved his fingers the louder you started to moan.
Jabber laughed before pulling his fingers out, eliciting a whimper out of you. He pulled his sweatpants down, and of course the nigga wasn’t wearing boxers. He lined himself up with you, wasting no time.
He made sure you were looking him in his face before slammed into you with a groan. “Ssshit ma, yo pussy tighter than that bitch’s isn’t it? Hm?”
He started thrusting his hips. The size was entirely too much for you, you could barely handle it. Your eyes started to roll back from how hard he was ramming into you. “Oh..oh fuck! FUCK!” You moaned out harshly, unable to keep up with the pace.
Jabber looked down at your fucked out face and a grin pulled out his lips. While he was currently ramming the fuck out of you, he reached in his pocket, pulling out his phone and starting to record, his phone pointed right at you.
With a pathetic noise of surprise escaping you, you covered your face as he started ramming into you harder.
“Uhnt uh..take yo fuckin’ hands off your face. Let that bitch see how much you love this dick.” He grinned from behind the camera, giggling at you as he angled himself deeper.
“Noo..no- fuck no!” You said, your voice muffled from your hands.
“Mmtch..Take yo fuckin hands off before I stop.” He said, his grin fading. He was dead serious. You huffed a few times before actually removing your hands. Fuck him, fuck him and his good dick too.
“Yeahh, that’s what I like to fuckin see, you like when I fuck this pussy, hm? Say it!”
“I love it papi- fuck! You fuck me so gooodd ohh fuck!” The words slipped out of you before you could even control yourself. You glanced down and saw a bulge in your stomach popping in and out as he rammed into you.
“You feel that mama? Hm? You feel that good dick in your tummy?”
“Mmm fuck yes papi!” Your voice cracked, your eyes starting to roll back as he hit that spot again.
“Look at you mama, you look so fuckin beautiful like this.” He kept the camera of the phone steady aimed at you, making sure not a single blur or tremor would be in this masterpiece..that he would surely beat his shit to later.
“Who the FUCK is Jabber? Say my name right, bitch.” His voice dropped and he landed a harsh smack on your ass, the glint in his eyes proved he enjoyed watching that jiggle each time he did. You had a pretty fat ass for a guy..
“Pa..ha- papi, slow down!”
“That’s what the fuck I thought.”
And yet..Jabber didn’t slow down. No, not at all. Sure, he had stopped recording..sent the video to your ex with the caption “lol, this ya nigga?”, then blocked her. But he turned you every which way BUT loose. In all sorts of positions in different places around the house. Couch, floor, bed, somehow yall ended up in the kitchen, and then finally back in the damn bed again. By this time you probably came a good 5 or 6 times and you were worn out, full of cum, and couldn’t feel your legs.
Jabber looked down at you, relighting his previously discarded blunt with a grin as he smacked your ass one last time for good measure. “You good as fuck ma, think I’ma keep yo ass around…”
A/N; I hope you all enjoyed this🥹🩷 This is my first fic I’m ever posting here I hope it’s good enough! Thank you for reading 🥳 also love to my crew !! @misshoneysplayhouse nd evb else in the server much love 🥹🩷
