#plug!jabber

december, 200X

You never know what's bound to happen going anywhere with Jabber especially whenever the only time he would call is if he was on his way or he wanted to hear your voice with this morning being no exception.

You were laying in your bed, eyes glued to your computer screen stuck on the same page it's been on since this morning, stressing yourself out about your finals for the end of fall semester.

There were papers sprawled out on your fluffy comforter like a detective trying to pinpoint a killer and energy drinks decorating your nightstand with thoughts in your mind of grabbing another one, yet they were interrupted by the buzzing of your phone hidden under the monstrous pile of files

"....who is..oh!"

Your brown acrylic finger slid the arrow to unlock your phone going to call him back but his contact name and picture flashed back on the screen giving you the chance to answer him this time.

"g'morning baby.." His voice rung in your ears, your cheeks immediately springing into action.

"Good morningg," You hummed. "...you just getting up? I hear it.."

"I slept in today if that's okay Miss lady...you got class today?"

"I'm cool with it..and no. I'm free all day but I'm stuck on this last module.." You said with a pout in your tone, clicking on your computer while you placed your phone your chest.

"Aww baby..open the door and let me see if I can help out.."

"Huh?" You said with a turn in your neck, grabbing your phone to get out of your bed, letting your feet plop on your floors waddling towards the front door, bonnet still attached to your head, unlocking both locks to see Jabber standing on the other side.

He had half of his creme colored hoodie on exposing the white tank top he had on underneath and his tatted arm still holding his phone, the other held onto his belt of his black washed pants overlapping his timbs that looked like he just took them out the box.

"Morning baby.." He smiled lazily walking in to give you a full side swinging hug, allowing you a chance to take in his scent, a mixture of the weed he just smoked and that good smoky vanilla like cologne you loved to rub on yourself whenever you snuck over to his place.

"Jay what is you doing here? What you want from me?" Your voice muffled on his chest.

"It's like that? I can't come spend time with you?" He sucked his teeth with a playful grin, pulling your head up to get a good look at you.

"We not gon be doing much, I told you I had to finish up this last assignment!" You said again, looking at him with a fake scowl, ignoring the obvious smile poking on your face and the harsh pang of your stomach announcing it's presence.

"Oh nah, you can tend to that later. What you eat this morning?"

"....Jay we focused on the wrong-"

"Ion smell nothing in here Y/n.."

" I had a few chips from last night and a couple red bulls-"

"Put somethin' on- aht! Ion wanna hear what you got to say..you got homework to finish right?" He interjects, breaking the hug to check his buzzing phone.

"Jay I'm not going nowhere with you! I got shit to do-"

"Put some pants on!" He said again with a louder tone, raising the phone to his ear.

You knew you had to finish that assignment by 11:59 tonight and the major problem was, you weren't supposed to be working on anything! You had all of your assignment's completed at least 2-3 days before! Your professor decided to add 'one more thing' which happened to take up your entire morning and run over your main priority of eating.

The last time Jabber picked you up, the both of you ended up at the beach at 4 in the morning running around chasing each other like idiots, when he was supposed to be putting the final touches on his power point! Sometimes you ponder about how Jay got into college, yet his 4.0 GPA proves you wrong every time! He was stupid smart but his methods of studying scared you.

Like today.

"Once you eat something, we can finish your little module," He shouted to you. "….oh you don't live too far from where I'm at.." He trailed off back into his other conversation.

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You sucked your teeth while you ruffled through your closet to throw on something simple and quick, some jeans and a black Ed Hardy zip up hoodie, thinking maybe if you dressed a certain way he wouldn't keep you outside for TOO long. Going over to your filed covered bed you went to grab your phone and your purse and keys hanging on the door, messing around inside of it making sure your lip gloss, gum and ID combo was still there from last time.

"I'm right down the road, I gotcha..bet."

Click

"Who was that?" You asked, removing the bonnet you had on so you could lay your hair flat. Jabber had just paid for the bundles you'd been looking at in Semiu's Beauty shop and she hooked you up with the cutest quick weave with minimal leave-out. You did something to it when you got up this morning so all you had to do was comb it into place and fix up your edges in your vanity mirror before you heard your boyfriend's voice in the hallway.

"Come on I got two stops to make then we heading to Delmon's." He spoke, nodding his head towards the front door.

"Just have me back before it's too late Jabber..by 10."

"Yeah yeah, get in the car mama.." He sighed with a smile, walking towards his car still running with the bass of his music bumping on the inside, while you locked up the house, your wedged flip flops hitting the pavement as you made your way over to his car, lowering your head as he held the door open for you to get in.

He slammed the door shut doing a light jog to his trunk to pop it open to grab his purple duffle bag as you leaned over the middle compartment to open his door with the handle so he could hop in and toss the bag in the back, closing his door all in a smooth motion.

"You gon let me bag it this time?" You giggled, reaching over you to grab the seatbelt.

Jabber looked over to you with a curl in his lip almost like you annoyed his entire presence.

"I love you mama but don't ask no dumb ass questions like that.."

"It ain't dumb! I've watched you weight plenty of times!"

"Yeah you starving baby. Let me make this quick.."

"Jabari.."

"Y/n, You not finna be my assistant!" He chuckled, looking over to you playfully pout out the window, yanking the gear shift to pull out of your driveway with the crisp sound of the gravel going against the tires. Jabber kept one hand on the wheel as the vehicle picked up speed turning onto the main road, ignoring the red light that sat outside of your neighborhood sign every time.

"Play too much.." He scoffed, turning the music up louder.

Jabber let down the window just a notch letting the wind breeze by your curls bouncing in your face along with the patterns of the trees flashing by flickering shadows across the hood of the car. You adjusted yourself in the seat, leaning the chair up with the lever on the side so you could reach your mirror, flipping it down to see your name stitched into the sun visor.

You went into your very light purse to pull out your lip gloss to apply a small coat, wiping the corners of your lips listening to your boyfriend dig into the middle compartment shortly before he slowed down, turning a harsh left into a small gas station going around the pumps until he stopped in the back, waiting for the man to walk up to his window.

"Good looking out.." The voice spoke, swiftly placing the cash into Jabber's hand with a snap. He placed the thick bag into the man's hand and he walked off while Jabber rolled around to the front, turning back onto the main street causing your body to jerk with the vehicle.

"What you CAN do is count that.." He said, handing you the small stack of bills as he continued to drive to the next location, one of small things you enjoyed sitting in the passenger seat.

"..60..80…1..20…5..125." You mumbled to yourself, reaching over to put the money in the middle compartment.

"Uh unn keep that.." Jabber hummed, placing his hand on the gear shift as he gave the car more gas, merging onto the highway. "We going to Canvas Town after we eat so I can cop a few things.."

"I might get me an outfit or two..I was looking at them boots in the window the last time."

"Not them ugly ass chinchillas.." Jabber laughed.

"They were cute! Better than them ugly ass pants you were trying to take home with you! You don't need fifty million pockets!"

Your boyfriend smiled once more, the afternoon sun hitting his enriched brown skin, illuminating his pearly white teeth. He moved his hand from the gear shift to your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze, rubbing his thumb across your skin shortly after. Jabber couldn't go a second without your touch, whether it be in the car, laying in the bed, sitting with his friends, he had to have his hands on you and he LOVED when you had your hands on him.

You took your hand to his head, massasing his overgrown scalp in desperate need of a cut as he drove, moving a couple of locs out of the way seeing how many months he had left until his next retwist bopping your head to his playlist, feeling the car slow down so he could merge off onto the exit, moving his hand for a spilt second to grab a leftover clip in the ashtray, putting it to his lips patting around for a lighter.

Reaching into your purse you grabbed yours, handing it over to him so he could like it smoothly, the car filling up with smoke and that infamous smell inhaling a thick cloud before passing it to you.

Jabber's last drop was in an apartment complex he knew all too well, his coworker Jericho one of his biggest customers on his roster. He pulled into the neighborhood, driving past building until he reached the back, turning the vehicle near a lanky figure with overgrown pink roots. They had a bookbag with them and a figetying stature as Jabber stopped the car, letting the get into the back seat since he requested for something bugger than then usual he would get.

"How did you change your hair so fast? It was just in braids.."

"Jericho!"

"Excuse me?" You turned around, focusing more on Jabber.

Jericho gave a raspy laugh handing over the thick wad of cash to the annoyed dreadhead.

"Just jokes just jokes, I'm glad I can finally meet the girl he keeps stalking.." They laughed, taking the huge bag of weed out of Jabber's duffle bag, slipping it inside of their bookbag, hopping out of the car still snickering to themselves.

"Nigga.."

"I'll see you at work Jabber.."

"You be talking about me?" You giggled, take a few hit of the blunt, doing an exchange of passing him the blunt and Jabber passing you the thick stack of cash to count.

"Jericho talks too fucking much if you ask me.."

"Just tell me now if you got some other bitch riding around with-"

"Don't even play like that.." Jabber said, shaking his head, a gust of smoke pouring out of his nose, the two of you setting course to Delmons

~

"One big breakfast special and a big burger combo for you…enjoy the food!" The waitress chirped, setting the hot plates down on the table. Your food looked good from the steam coming off of the huge stack of pancakes sitting on your plate, but the way Jabber's burger looked sizzling on it's own made you questions your food choices.

"What's wrong, they forget something?"

"Let me get a bite.." You joked, taking a finger to grab a baby fry off of his plate.

"Since we sharing.." He smirked, grabbing a fork off of his napkin to tak a big scoop of eggs off of your plate.

"I took ONE fry!" You playfully complained, going back into take a small handful to 'even' things out.

Your maniac cries bellowing from your stomach ceased once you took a couple of bites, that happy hormone causing you to move around in your seat with a happy expression, one Jabber recognized all too well.

"You feeling better mama?" Jabber asked, taking a sip from his glass of water.

You didn't want to admit that having a full stomach gave your mind the piece of clarity it needed to finish your work, you HATED whenever your boyfriend had a point. All you gave him in return was a simple nod in your head, finishing up your eggs, going in for the pancakes.

"Thank you.."

Out the corner of your eye, you saw the waitress come back with the bill and a funny look on her face, almost like she was nervous to walk by. You assumed that it must've been her first couple of days so you didn't mind her slipping the check towards Jabber.

"Damn they tryna get us outta- here." He paused for a beat looking at the paper on the desk, he looked like was trying to hold back some giggles.

"Nothing baby, it's nothing. You almost finished?" He snickered. "I got an appointment at Corvus's and he don't play about being late."

"How much is it?" You asked with a frown in your face, he told you to get whatever you wanted but a part of you still felt guilty for having him pay for everything.

"The same price it always is.." He snapped back with a giggle in his tone, moving the paper away.

"Let me see.."

"Girl move."

"Jabber give me the damn receipt.." You said in a hushed tone, making several attempts to snag the white piece of paper from his palm. He pulls out a 100$ bill from his pocket, looking around to see if she was on her way back, glancing back at you with a strange expression showing on his face.

"What is it?" Your voice shifting in annoyance, snatching both the bill and the receipt from his hands. He was right about the price being the same what he didn't mention was the 10 digit number written on the bottom of the check with a half ass heart.

"Yeah I'm finished.."

"Y/n…"

"No I'm done.." You spoke, tossing both the check and the bill onto the table, placing the napkin in the middle of your plate, scooting out of the booth.

"Mama you know I'm with you! Don't act like that."

"You laughing like shit funny!" You murmured, walking towards the front of the restautant with your boyfriend following right after.

"I don't know why you following me, she left her number for you."

"If you don't get yo ass in the car.."

You knew in your mind you wouldn't let the situation go, no matter how many times you said you didn't give a fuck, you did. Retail therapy wasn't a thing you wanted to believe in, yet every time you set foot into the parking lot, you fell right into the traps of clearance sections and just the cutest build a bears you can think of.

The entire ride to Canvas Town was Jabber doing any and everything to try and force a smile out of your attitude ridden face. Singing ridiculously loud, hitting the breaks to scare you or one of your guilty pleasures, him speeding on the highway swerving through all four lanes like a madman.

The mall consisted of an indoor-outdoor mix with various shops scattered along the entrance and an escalator going up towards the inside. If you weren't here for emotional shopping trips you were most definitely found in the garden courtyard studying in your free time or face deep in a pretzel from your favorite pastry shop on the second floor.

"You still mad or i gotta turn around?" Jabber asked, pulling into the parking spot. You sucked your teeth, forcing your face to scrunch up as you looked out the window.

"Nah, nah I can take yo lil ass home."

"Ain't nobody mad, stop talking to me."

"If you stop that pouting I'll let you get them boots…"

It really didn't take much to please your heart.

The two of you hopped out and headed towards Corvus's barbershop on the first floor dropping off your boyfriend while you waddled off to your one of your favorite stores adding to your accessory collection and seeing what else you can stuff in your closet.

His appointment didn't take long, all he needed was a lineup, but he must've found something he liked since he didn't call for your location.

You were nervous walking off after the last time he got a lineup at a different location, they left a white line on his forehead and you clowned him for it because it didn't wipe off for a week

You were on your second store Rainbow trying on a full outfit in the dressing room, you had a really cute cropped shirt with a small tweety bird sitting on your chest with a hood on the back and some apple bottom low rise jeans with the boots Jabber was clowning on in the window.

He could hate all he wanted but it tied the look together! You had to take a couple of pictures in the giant mirror in front of you, jumping out of your skin hearing hinges of the dressing room jingling from someone knocking like their life depended on it.

"The fuck?!" You shouted out of fear, squatting down to see a familiar pair of timbs on the other side, deadpanning your face.

"You the only one wearing them furry ass boots! Let me see what you got on." His voice rumbled through, a deep laugh following after.

"You get on my nerves.." You mumbled, unlocking the door to Jabber's fresh haircut and a new snapback turned backwards with some initials on the side, your initials.

"Wait this is cuteeee!" You smiled hard, taking your hand up to rub it against the embroidered material.

"And you trying to jock my whole style," He chuckled. "Turn around.." He went on, twirling his ring covered finger.

"Two completely different colors, white and beige."

"White and bEiGe all the same shit.." He mocked back, ripping the tags off the shirt and pants as you spun.

"Jabber!"

"What? I'm paying for it! Where's the shoe box at?" He said, watching you pick up the box to hand it to him. "Get ya stuff, you can wear that out the store."

"You can't just walk up in here, ripping tags off and shit!" You exclaimed, seeing your boyfriend walk off with everything in his hand to the front. You blew out a large breath of air, walking out of the dressing room with your bags from other stores, going up to the front counter where miraculously he placed the tags on the counter and the cashier checked him out like it was nothing.

"You got anywhere else you wanna stop at before we head to this last place?"

"Where else are we going Jay?" You asked, giggling in a worried tone.

"You gon like it, I promise." He said, the two of you heading towards the parking lot, the sun setting behind the clouds coloring the sky a beautiful orangish glow. Your spine shivered from the sharp wind hitting your body, walking towards the car. One hand was filled with bags and the other slipped it's way into Jabber's pocket to grab his keys since he had the rest of your things.

"What else did you get?" You questioned, unlocking his car, opening the back door.

"Some jeans," You shot him a look. "Re-gular jeans, some new belts, and these rings you think I don't see you looking at.." He smirked, your eyes darting from his hands placing the bags inside back to him.

"You're not cute.." You said, getting on your side of the car, putting the key into the ignition. "Where we going?" You asked again, your patience thinning watching your boyfriend get in, pulling down his sun visor, opening up the mirror.

Jabber dug out a small box from his pocket, removing the packaging to take out a few shiny pieces of metal, placing them into his mouth snugly, licking his teeth before looking over to you. Instead of his normal full mouth grills he got himself silver canine caps for all four of his teeth

"I got these too.."

Did the two of you really need to go anywhere after this? You didn't know if it was a muscle spasm or your thighs locking together from how hard your clit pulsed through your jeans. He had to know how good he looked, staring at you with those pink irises and that haunting smile that makes your insides feel like melted butter.

"More fangs?"

"You don't like em baby?" He smirked, using his eyes to chase yours, that fluttering rush erupting in your stomach down to your clit. He took his index finger to turn your chin to face him, pulling you in for a soft kiss, peppering them on your glossy lips. You tugged on his bottom lips, your low lidded eyes catching a glimpse of the silver fangs shining back at you, a hairlike shiver pouring down your spine.

You pulled back to a chuckling Jabber, sucking your teeth as you pushed him off playfully.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

The ride wasn't as long as you thought with him riding down the block and making a quick left pulling into a freshly paved parking lot to what looked like a very familiar skating rink, one by the campus of the school.

song 2+3

"Don't tell me you can't skate.." Jabber laughed, backing in to a spot near the front, reaching around to go into that same duffle bag, pulling out two huge purple customized roller blades with his name plastered on the side. The wheels lit up as they spun and the grey laces hung lazily around the huge tongues of the skates.

"You telling me you can?"

"I can do a little something.." He smirked. "I know people that work here so I come out to practice or support when they got a good DJ..like tonight." He spoke softly.

"You could've told me you wanted to go skating!"

"I don't wanna be out late Jabber..I don't wanna eat Jabberrr." The nigga went on to mock you, causing you to shove him in his arm.

"I got it, are we going in or do I have to listen to you do this all night?"

"Ight, ight…no later than 10 right?" He hummed with a closed mouth smile, his lips parting to expose his newly found weapon of the night, the glimmer poking you in the eyes as you rolled them to keep your composure, opening up the car door letting the cool winter air hit your exposed skin.

The flashing cotton candy colored lights spelled out "StickyW'eels" emitting a glow into the night sky as the both of you walked up to the line of people itching to get inside. You looked around with an antsy feeling wondering how long it would take to wait only to see Jabber duck his head under the black separation cord with your acrylic hand still attached to his, pulling you past the crowd, a few complaints being heard behind you.

Jabber raised his head with a wide smile to the grey haired skate attendant who groaned out loud, scoffing to himself before returning to the irritated mom pissed off that her kids couldn't skate with the older crowd.

"Jay I need rentals if I'm gonna be out there with you!" You raised your voice, due to him slowing his pace to show you around. The floors were decorated in the classic 80's retro flooring with colors and spirals dancing on the ground, the shoe area alone felt like a parking lot seeing everyone trying on skates or taking them off.

You passed the building all the time going to campus but made the assumption that it was for little kids! The skating rink seemed like a football field at first glance and the snack bar looked like a fast food restaurant tucked in the back, the little girl inside of you wanted to scream.

"Go to the counter and ask for August, tell him I sent you." He replied, stepping up on one of the tables to sit on it, kicking off his timbs to slip on his roller blades with ease.

Following the simple signs towards the front, you walked up to the blonde worker shuffling with a pair of skates, clanging your jewelry on the counter waiting for the right opportunity to make eye contact to get his attention, but judging by the way the man was running around, you had no choice but to yell for him.

"August!"

"HUH?! IF YOU WANT A BIGGER SIZE PUT CHA SKATES ON THE COUNTER!"

"No! Jabber sent me to GET some skates from you?"

"OHHHH!" August dropped the pairs of skates out of his hands, sinking below the counter to pull out an icy white pair of skates trimmed with baby blue and a silver Baby Phat symbol engraved on the sides with your name decorated on both shoes.

"I finished these this morning! His first draft was COMPLETE ASS so I redid the entire thing!" He exclaimed with excitement, dragging his hand across the wheels quick to show them lighting up, he even took the time to install heart shaped stoppers!

"These are sick! How much do-"

"All PAIDD FOR! I get off in 10 so I'll see em in action!" He laughed, handing you the heavy skates so you could head back over to Jabber who was tightening his laces how he liked before hopping off of the table to roll in front of you.

"I told August these were supposed to be purple! Like mines!"

"He ran out of the material..," You blurted out, snickering to yourself replaying what the blonde had said. He scoffed, taking off the creme colored hoodie, leaving on his white tank top.

"You sure you don't need my help getting you out there?" He snickered, watching you lace your skates up in the style you wanted them to be in, standing up to get a good grip of your balance, adjusting your pants before rolling past Jabber putting your hand in his face.

You weren't a professional at skating but you knew enough on how not to fall and a couple of spins here and there but the one thing you've yet to master was the art of skating backwards due to your paranoia of falling on your ass, typical stuff.

"I don't need you to hold my hand." You laughed back, skating towards the direction of the rink watching your boyfriend zoom past you in a backwards motion into the crowd of people, his locs flailing behind him as he cut through the tightest of sections switching back to skate forward, dapping up a few folks he knew.

If the waitress at Delmon's didnt annoy you enough today, the girls at the skating rink weren't any better, you were on the other side of the rink, watching girls skate up to him or pass by touching on his arm or grabbing at his hair.

Frankly, you were getting sick of the show but you kept your calm by picking up your speed to try and catch up to your speeding boyfriend only for his attention to be stolen by the same blonde working at the counter chasing after him, laughing like a maniac as the both of them zipped past you.

"If you keep your legs too far apart you won't get too far too fast.." A voice spoke up from behind.

The tall figure rolled up right beside you skating backwards as they kept an eye on your rolling feet, you listened to his abrupt instructions looking up to the blondish blue haired man smiling at you. He had his hair all up in a bun with a few of the navy blue strands shaping his face sweating like he had been here for a while.

"Thank you.." You replied back nicely.

"You must be new here, I don't recognize your face.." He pondered, taking a moment to look behind himself before focusing back on you.

" I pass by this place all the time, didn't think they had something for adults.

"I come here every week for the cake and Adult nights. It's always a pleasure meeting new professionals." He smiled, crossing his foot over the other still moving backwards.

"I wouldn't go too far to call it a profession, I just had a lot of free time as a kid.." You chuckled.

"What's troubling you the most?"

"Going backwards! I can transition and start it off..I just can't keep going."

The man chuckled to himself turning his body around to go forward, the action so smooth you didn't get a chance to notice him skating behind you.

He was fine, that was undeniable with his eyes hazy red blinking at you with his blonde eyelashes, the chain that sat on his chest shone prominently due to the lighting change going from a dimmed red to a ocean like blue. He had a brown flannel resting on his shoulders of his black graphic tee and a very recognizable neck tat resting on the right side.

"You mind if I help out?" He whispered. "Show me how you turn around.."

You listened to his directions turning your body to start rolling backwards, feeling the warmth of his hands radiate on your skin as he hovered them over your body making sure you wouldn't fall on your ass.

Now you were face to face.

"I got you, nobody's in your way…" He chuckled, the piercings in his face moving with his expressions. "Now you do have to occasionally look back..I won't always be here to spot you.."

"I think I got it.." You laughed, swaying your body to the music all while checking back every few seconds.

"See, you're a natural..don't think about it too much and you'll be fine..Miss…"

"Y/n.."

" Miss Y/n..Tamsy.." He smiled, swiftly turning around to skate backwards,showing you how to cross over with your feet, you stumbled a bit getting the hang of the footwork but after a couple of turns around the rink…you and Tamsy synced up in no time.

You were grooving to the music and adding your own spin to things, listening to Tamsy tweak your footing, you even felt the man skate up close behind you like he was about to turn the both of you around so you could vibe to the music together.

"I got a man Tamsy..I dont think you wanna.."

"I don't see no one interrupting us.."

"I think I can take it from here..she don't need no teacher.." A familiar voice rang in your ears to see your boyfriend right in front of you, pulling you towards him by snaking his arm around your waist.

"Jabber he was showing me how to-"

"Move.." He spoke in a harsher tone, skating around the huge rink until the two of you reached the side near the snack bar, exiting the rink with his grip a bit too tight on your arm.

"Jabari what the hell was that about?" You exclaimed, snatching away from his grasp.

"You out here grinding ya lil ass on folks now?" He barked back, his locs swinging in his face as his lip curled up into a scowl

"I told him I wasn't on that! You got eyes don't you?"

"Yo, who you talking to you?!"

You look at your boyfriend like he had lost his mind then to a few people who turned to see who was doing all that yelling, placing your hand over your face shaking your head with a fake chuckle.

"I ain't doing this shit here with you.." He huffed, slamming one of his skates on a nearby table, taking them off in hurried motion. "Take them shits off. I'm taking yo ass home!" He grits through his teeth.

Before you could open your mouth to give a rebuttal a few familiar faces you saw in the rink rolled up to the snack bar, rolling past you and your boyfriend. One had face full of tats and the other had so much hair that his eyes couldn't be seen.

"I seen you out there lil ma, like them skates you got on.." He chuckled, his hairy friend joining in as he rolled up to the snack bar worker.

"'Precitate—"

"Yeah you like them? What about these?" Jabber spoke up, tossing one of his skates at the tatted man, the skate bounced off of the counter jabbing the man right in the jaw. A un serious smile crept on your face as a light bulb popped over your head, it was too rare for Jabber to get jealous!

"Jabari! You really acting like this?" You called out to him, laughing to yourself seeing how pissed he really was. It didn't help that his grills flashed while he yelled.

His jaw tightened, turning his head in your direction.

"Y/n get cho ass in the car!" He shouted to you, sucking his teeth as he saw the hairy friend grab the tatted man, telling him it wasn't worth it. "AUGUST! I'll send you my new order..Y/n!" He shouted again, picking up his jacket to storm out of the building, on lookers murmuring like it was another regular tuesday.

You didn't even have time to take off your skates! You grabbed your boots from the shoe area and rolled outside, following your boyfriend cussing up a storm. He opened his back door to toss his skate in the back seat, not responding to nothing you were saying to him.

"I told him I was with somebody! You ain't have to deck that nigga like that!" You exclaimed, getting inside of the car with a slam, the light of the car still on due to him not closing the door all of the way.

"I should've hit THAT weird ass bun wearing motherfucka after he had his hands all on you 'teaching shit'.."

"You jealous…aint you?" You smiled to yourself, quickly straightening your face watching your boyfriend's tongue poke the side of his cheek. "You got jealous!"

"Y/n I aint tryna hear allat-"

"You know I'm with you Jay..ain't that what you be telling me! All them girls skating with you today, the waitress at Delmon's and you got mad some nigga rolled up on me?" You huffed, tugging off your skates to get comfortable in your seat

"Wasn't even paying attention to that lady or them girls! He ain't just roll up on you..and you acting like ion know what I'm talking about..you trying to be funny."

"Jabber what can I do? Huh? Can I make it up?" You asked, a playful roll in your eyes, placing a hand on his lap rubbing him with a soft look.

"Whatchu gon do?" Jabber taunted, looking over to you, reaching to close his door shut, the light of the car dimming, leaving you and him staring at each other.

Your eyes trailed down his slightly damp body from him sweating and the warmth of his hand almost shocked you as he placed it onto yours, dragging it up his leg towards his brand new belt.

"Let me apologize.." You cooed, looking up at him.

You unhooked his belt, the clatter of the metal perking your ears up as saliva filled your mouth. You'd been thinking about this since the fucking mall! He laid back in the seat and watched you fling his thick length out of his boxers, leaning your head down so his tip could plop right on your lips.

"… fuck..right here?" He smirked, knowing he didn't give a fuck where he was at, if he wanted that mouth in the bathroom he could've gotten it then.

"Mhmm.." You hummed, sucking his tip in between your glossy lips, spitting a soft line down his tip, stroking him softly into your mouth.

"I knew that's what it was.."

A soft moan leaves your lips, letting your lustful eyes look up to him as you bobbed your head further down, mentally counting the inches to start a steady rhythm, slurping on his heavy length causing small lines of saliva to form on his base.

"You gon apologize like that?" He groaned. "All of that dick- yeah all the way down just like that..fuck."

His hands reach over to pull your jeans down just enough to see your ass jiggle the way he likes, causing you moan on his tip and pick up the pace of your hand. His girth expanded the faster your throat went feeling his tip push past your gag reflex ,making those nasty sounds pour from your lips, hitting Jabber right in his lower stomach.

His dick throbbed from the way you were humming around his shaft, he softly rolled his hips and snapped his eyes shut from how warm the inside of your throat felt.

"Eat that dick up mama, slow that shit down you know how I like it…fuckkkk.." He whined, moving his hand from his dick to scoop up your hair to get it out of the way, forcing your head down to reach his dick hairs.

You stick out your tongue to lick a long stripe up his shaft, jerking circles around his meaty tip

"H-Hahhh shit! Hold it out.."

You held out your tongue allowing him to slap it on the wet muscle revealing spit lines with each tap earning a drawn out groan from the locced man.

"Goooood fucking slut, get nasty wimme..come on," He murmered, tapping around to find his phone, sliding it to unlock to go straight to the camera app, hitting record with the flash on, blinding your vision of him but getting a better view of his dick slamming into the back of your throat.

"Look at the camera ma..thatssss it..swallow that dick..show the fuck out for me.." He cursed, still having a tight grip on your hair to bob you up and down emitting ridiculous noises from your mouth

SLURP GLUG SHLICK

Your hand worked its way around his dick, squeezing it tight so your acrylics pinched his skin, a nasty wince coming from your boyfriend. Jabber looked up to see the doors of the skating rink open to the same dude you were skating around with leaving with a bag on his shoulder.

"You got an audience bae..don't stop…let me teach that n..fuckkk! Suck that shit.."

The sound of a trunk slammed caught your attention but you couldn't stop, the salty taste of his precum sat on your tongue, sending ripples towards your clit making a nasty mess in the new jeans he just bought.

Tamsy cut his eyes at whatever that bright light was moving around in the slightly tinted car, being a bit too nosy for his own good peeking into the car watching the pornographic sight play right in front of him.

Jabber held back his moans, breathing heavy as he transferred the control back to you, keeping his hips still, watching you cough up spit and precum through the camera.

You jerked the filthy mixture up and down, purposefully squeezing his tip before taking him back into your throat, shoving every inch back and forth, each time gagging up more spit than the last.

"Ouuu shit…gahhdamnnn! Kiss it for me mama..you love that dick don't you?" He whined, the sight of you slowly coming up from his dick to place sloppy open mouth kisses on his tip, sticking your tongue out to jerk him on your tongue.

Tamsy took a step back, grabbing at his tip from the sudden twitch he felt in his pants, peering back in further to get a clear vision of you swirling your head around Jabber's dick, sucking in a breath.

"Oh..my.."

"…love this dick..mmmnghh.." You mumbled, feeling Jay turn your head towards him, slipping his tongue out to share a nasty spit filled kiss.

You turned your head to the side going against his harsh yanks, sucking in his bottom lip to bite him hard, earning a harsh grunt of pleasure from Jabber.

"Open ya- mmmhm open yo fucking mouth.." He pants, tugging you back as you followed instructions. Jabber spat into your mouth yanking you back down on his dick, cutting off the camera so he could look out of the window at Tamsy, making eye contact with the blonde man still glued to the scene

He chuckled, rolling down the window wasting no time so Tamsy could get a better view and he stood still leaning against his own car, watching as Jabber stabbed the back of your throat with his still growing length, gagging hard as spit dribbled down his balls.

His hips don't let up, Jabber dick drilled inside of your throat at a hefty pace, ignoring your muffled cries as his dick ruined your uvula going past that barrier like it lived there. Bubbles formed at the corners of your puffy lips, feeling his tip puncture your esophagus causing his print to show in your throat.

In your mind you didn't know what had gotten into him, it was like he had caught a second wind and you couldn't back out of it even if you wanted to. You threw your ass around to earn heavy smacks to it, humming and moaning on his dick itching for him to cover your throat all in white.

A sinister smile crept upon Jabber's face listening to how good you sounded gargling all over him, he pumped even faster listening to the fading footsteps of the tall blonde walking to get into his car.

"Ion care bout them teeth ma, you gon swallow that fucking- swallow that fucking dick!" He growled through gritted teeth, tears prickling in your eyes as your cunt swelled from the pressure you were applying with your thighs. "Don't stop the show now lil mama..you knew he was watching this slutty ass mouth huh?"

You didn't know if he was telling the truth or saying shit to get you to cum just from his words.

Part of you wanted it to be true.

"Imma nut all in this nasty ass..oh my goddd." Jabber moaned. "Immma Y…..N….let me nut down this..ouuuuu fuckk!" He gripped the inside of his timbs with his toes pumping long, hard strokes into your mouth shooting hot loads deep inside of your throat.

"Hhaaahhhhhhhh! Yeaahhh that's it.." He grinned, slowly pulling you off of his twitching cock, shooting small spurts of his cum on your lips.

You stuck out your tongue with a satisfied smile, licking the savory taste off of your lips looking up to your boyfriend, flashing those silver teeth.

"Pretty ass mess..look what you did mama..lemme get you home since you feeling like that.." He huffed out, starting up the car as you leaned back to settle yourself in the passenger seat.

song 6-10

Jabber couldn't drive any faster, it was like he hitting every red light in the city! Your pre soaked thighs collided with each other only giving your clit the slightest bit of friction replaying the video of you gagging on Jabber's dick not even 10 minutes ago. You rocked back and forth, pulling your cum covered bottom lip in to keep those noises to yourself with the music being no assistance to your situation.

The firey red traffic light shone vibrantly through the window as the bass flooded the interior of the car, the vibrations softly attacking your body. You didn't know what was worse looking over at Jabber from the way he was grabbing at his pants with one hand adjusting himself, to him humming the song to keep his focus, the silver grill in his mouth showing each time he mumbled.

"You and this song.." You murmured to yourself, taking two of your fingers across the top of your low waisted jeans, eyes still glued to his phone screen, slipping past the waistband of your pants feeling the slick nectar of your own arousal coat your acrylic finger tips through your underwear.

Your breaths were shaky and quick, pressing firm on your clothed clit for more pressure, the soft color of green flashing on your face as the vehicle push forward, the coolness of the midnight sky flowing by through the cracked windows.

"…fuck.."

The way Jabber had the camera set up, you swore that you saw an extra figure somewhere in the background but you were too focused on your own face throating all 8 and a half inches.

"Miss me fucking you to this?" His voice soft but loud enough to be heard over the music. Your body melted as his words sent you right back into that moment, flashbacks hitting your mind just as hard as his backshots. The pads of his fingers were placed on the squishy material of your thighs rubbing in that familiar pattern, the coolness of his rings seeping through your jeans.

Each lazy pattern he drew rose closer to the top of your jeans finally fumbling with the button causing it to come undone.

"We need to make it home Jay.."

"We gon make it home mama, I just wanna see..lemme feel her.." He cooed, taking a second to glance over to you, licking his lips to pull his bottom lip in as his fingers pushed further into your pants, sneaking under the waist band of your underwear, going back to focus on the road.

He drug his fingers lower to see how much damage cumming down your throat did to you, rubbing soft, steady circles sending shock waves into your lower stomach, moving your hand out of the way.

"Wet ass shit…I aint even touch you good..I know whatchu need tonight.." He spoke, sucking in air once he felt your legs spread a bit further, squriming around in the passenger seat, feeling your hips roll up to suck his digits inside of your needy, quivering hole.

"Pull over Jabariii..." You whined, digging your thumbs into the sides of your jeans to pull them down along with your underwear so he could hit that spot.

Another red light flashed on the both of you and the locced man wasted no time to spit out a nasty line of saliva onto your slick pussy lips, taking his fingers out to rub it in before going back inside, hitting his foot on the gas as the bright green color blinked once more.

"Ouu shit.." Jabber cursed under his breath, peeking over to your glistening cunt on full display in his passenger seat. His pulsing length wanted him to stop the car in the middle of the fucking street just so he could sling his dick inside of your needy walls..but no.

Jabber needed enough room to fuck that apology out of you and seeing you whimpering and whining for him to fuck you stupid only made him want to tease you more.

He pumped his fingers at a steady pace while you took your finger pads to rub on your puffy clit, your eyes closed feeling a familiar turn signaling that you were on your road towards your house.

"…aint none of his fucking business…he was all up on you.." He whispered, the sounds of your sopping wet cunt plopping up and down with the motion of his digits, slowing his pace once he heard the gravel of your driveway scrape against his tires.

"I..I didn't mean…oh fuck I'm gonna cum.."

Jabber heard your soft cries and instantly put the car in park, grabbing at your thighs to turn you in his direction pushing your them back, your pants still down to your ankles like an impatient slut.

"Jayyy!"

He took his long saliva covered tongue and laid a nasty stripe up your cunt watching how your pussy lips made it disappear every single time. He flicked the sensitive bud before plunging his face deep inside coating his chin with your sticky fluids, yanking his face back to stick his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off and sliding them back into your heat.

Jabber's mouth wrapped around your clit as he started suckling on the nub like he was drinking you through a straw, pumping his digits into you so fucking good, your eyes snapped shut sending black and white stars flashing in your mind. The ball deep within your core was searing hot with the pressure building up by the second like a loose dam ready to explode.

You had no choice but to cum into his mouth.

The squelching sounds of your cunt sent hot flashes of heat to your cheeks, that slight feeling of embarrassment from the fact that you couldn't keep yourself together long enough to make it to the house. Your hands were grabbing onto anything in your reach from the dashboard, to the head rest of the seat even onto the top of his freshly cut scalp, sliding his nasty ass mouth up and down your swollen pussy.

"Oh fuck I'm finna cum in yo mouth Daddy!"

squlech

"No you not ma.." He pulled off of you, your slick dribbling off of his face with a smug smile following after, completely stopping his movements inside of you as well.

"Jabber come the fuck on-!"

"Get in the house and take them clothes off." He spoke with a stern tone, laying a smack to your ass as you twitched from the loading orgasm still stuck inside.

You sucked your teeth turning your body upright only pulling up your pants just enough to hop out of the car with your purse, quickly cutting across your lawn so you could unlock your front door, a giggle leaving your lips taking off your pants dropping them off in the hallway, heading towards your room where your papers were still sprawled over the bed.

Your boyfriend came in shortly after, taking off his tank top while walking towards your room, ignoring your pleas of how 'you didn't even do anything', Jabber saw enough to know he had to prove something and fix that fucking mouth.

"Nah don't give me that..what I tell you?" He huffed, shoving the papers out of the way so he could push you on the bed with no warning, your face falling into your sheets as your boyfriend removed the rest of your pants.

Jabber cursed at the sight of both of your holes twitching for some type of friction, laying a heavy smack to your ass seeing white cream dribble down your cunt to where Jabber took his tongue to clean up the evidence, peppering kisses on your swollen clit before smothering his face back into your folds, digging his nails into your fleshy skin.

"Jabariiiii.."

Your whines filled the room as his lips smacked against yours, playing with your clit in his mouth. You shook your ass in his face hearing him groan in esctasy, gripping both of your ass cheeks to smother himself, tossing your hips back like you wanted him to tongue fuck you.

"Smear that shit all over yo face..you eating me so fucking goodddd jay fuck! It's yours…"

"You don't fucking act like it.." He growled, taking a chunk out of one of your ass cheeks to bite into the skin, a sharp yelp leaving your lips.

Jabber adored the feeling of your flesh pressing against his teeth, he went to the other cheek to give another bite, going lower to decorate your ass and thighs with his bite marks, diving face first back into your dripping pussy to ease the pain.

"Ssssss fuckkkkk!"

"Hold it open for me..I ain't finna be doing all the work.." He spat, watching your acrylic hands spread your pussy open, your moans muffled from your face tucked in the sheets.

Jabber slid his mouth up and down, slurping on your swollen pussy chuckling to himself as he felt your thighs tremble. He swirled his long wet muscle around your clit collecting the nasty mixture in his mouth, spitting it out to licking both of your holes, stopping to stick the tip of his tongue in your puckering ass.

"AAH! Baby you so fucking—ouuu shit..Jay don't-"

"Mmnnn, move yo hand.. " He murmurmed, swatting your hand away. "I'll stick my tongue all in this ass if I fucking want too..give me that shit.."

You wriggled around in his grasp, moving your hips from the new yet not new feeling as he laid a heavy smack to your ass to keep you straight, pushing his tongue further inside, pulling it out to flick back and forth on your hole, spitting on it with a grin.

"Don't act brand new.." He cooed, rubbing his thumb over your ass to tease you, smiling at your hole sucking him in without much effort. "Imma show you something mama.."

He pushed in further causing you to mewl out from the pressure as his tongue found its way back inside of your folds. You threw your hips back at the same pace, hearing your cunt squelch on his face only motivating you to go faster.

"I can feel my thumb in there.." He whispered against your cunt, sliding his tongue in the same motion, sending that warm tingling sensation to the middle of your core. Your eyes fluttered before crossing over each other completely, turning your head to the side so you could cover your mouth out of embarrassment.

You could feel his head sway from side to side as he devoured your pussy still pumping his thumb in your other hole, your thighs clenched together only for your boyfriend to pause his movements so he could sink his teeth into your skin as a warning, going back into to suck on your clit to mix the pain and pleasure like a sex cocktail.

"Let me cum in yo mouth Jabari please! Push it deeper baby!"

"Bounce on my fucking tongue.."

"Bounce on it like this?

"Hahhhh.." He stuck his tongue out, allowing your clit to graze his saliva covered muscle before spraying his mouth and chin with your juices, the nasty locced man drunk up every drop making sure to kiss the source of the spill.

"Love it when you clean up yo mess like that Jay.."

"Can't believe you wetting my shit up like this, like a nasty lil bitch.."

"No you fucking nasty.."

"Yeah ma?"

He wasted no time getting up to line his stiff dick with your puffy pussy lips. He kept his thumb inside all while he pushed himself in letting the ridges of his cock scraping your walls.

You puckered your ass around his thumb and eased your tight slit onto his length, feeling him pounding long….hard and passionate strokes deep within your stomach.

The sliminess of your cunt left white stains on his lower stomach giving Jabber a filthy sight to see with every bounce, he smacked your ass once more to see the ripple flush on your skin, pulling his bottom lip in as he held your hips to yank you down on his dick.

"You creaming all on my shit after showing yo ass today? All that fucking whining in the car just to moan like a slut..let me fucking hear you!" He barked, slamming his dick into your stomach hard, pausing to let that shock of energy pump through your veins.

You screamed into the sheets from how deep he was, being brought back to life with him start back up, plopping his fat dick inside of your velvelty walls.

"Dick so fucking deep in mee Jabber don't stop! I ain't sorry Daddy.."

"I know you not..I know you ain't fucking—ohh shit! You ain't fucking sorry.." He cursed, tugging on his belt to pull it out of the loops, popping his thumb out of your ass placing it in his mouth to suckle on it.

WHACK

"JABARI!" You cried.

"Nah you ain't sorry! Take that fucking dick!" Jabber spat, thrusting his hips as a faster pace, swatting your ass repeatedly with the belt, marking your skin with red hot welts.

WHACK WHACK

Searing hot tears prickled in the corners of your eyes as they squeezed shut from the pain, he soothed your whining cries with the coldness of his rings rubbing over the raised skin, just to lay more heavy smacks.

"P-pleasee baeee I-"

"Ion wanna hear that shit.." He huffed,looking down to feel nails scratching at his stomach from you trying to push him off to loosen the pressure.

"Move yo fucking hand!" He spat, grabbing your wrist to keep you steady. Your study notes and extra papers flung around the room from you squirming around and Jabber lifting his leg up on the bed to dig in you deeper.

Jabber pushed your back into a dramatic arch in hopes of reaching that forbidden squishy spot tucked away inside of your needy cunt, turning your head to look back at the crazy pink eye devil.

If skating with somebody earned you something like this, you couldn't imagine what could've happened at the rink if you hadn't left.

"Why you fucking me- like this?"

"Don't ask me no dumb ass questions..stop fucking running!" He moaned, grabbing a hold of your other wrist struggling a bit to tie your arms behind your back with the belt, tightening it with the buckle to pull you back in his dick.

"Ouuuuu fuckkk! Ja-BA-RI!"

That coursing feeling of esctasy shot through your veins like crack, Jabber was slinging you like a slingshot ricocheting his hips into you, small bursts of laughter leaving his lips seeing you swallow his dick up over and over again.

You wiggled your wrists around in the makeshift handcuffs listening to your voice bounce with each thrust, he was mocking you, enjoying every second of bullying your semi sore pussy.

"Let it out..let that shit out!" He went on, smacking your ass causing you to gasp. He had a tight grip of the belt with one hand and his other to reach for your hair to yank your neck back so he could hold on.

"Cum-cumming-Jayyyyyy!" You whined, your walls fluttering around his sopping wet dick. "Daddddyyyyy."

"Ion care! Ion care you gon keep cumming!" Jabber growled, the bed rocking with both of your movements, you couldn't take another stroke yet her kept feeding you to the point where you shot a long stream of cum out of your filthy pussy soaking Jabber's lower body.

Your boyfriend slowed down his strokes, leaning over to open your nightstand drawer pulling out a small buttplug with a purple rhinestone on the end of it, placing it into mouth to coat the silicon material with his spit.

Your asshole twitched from missing his thumb being inside so Jabber did what ne knew best to satisfy that itch, spit out a long line of saliva right into the hole to lubricate you, taking the tip of the plug to draw a small circle before pushing in.

"H-hahhh baeee wait-wait.."

"Breathe ma..you know what to do..ease up baby.." He softened, spreading your slick over the hole as he teased you, slowly inserting the plug with a snug fit, an exaggerated moan falling from your mouth.

"There we go ma..that's it..I know baby… I know baby.." He groaned, his eyes glued to the purple butt plug bouncing in his view. "Shake that shit for me.."

You followed his commands, shaking your ass as you humped his cock, leaving another white ring around his base, your swollen cunt collecting ait making nasty sounds everytime he stroked inside.

"Pussy talking shit too? She talking back mama?"

"This pussy talking to you Daddy..I'm so fucking sorry.."

"Oh you sorry? Sssssfuckkk.."

Both of your holes were being stuffed to the brim and you couldn't process a single thought, drool pooled out of your lips as you jaw slacked open from each thrust. and you didn't want him to stop, you felt that sharp mixture of pain and pleasure churn in your core and knew that you didn't have much longer before cumming again.

"Make me cum again Jabber…make me take that shit! This yo pussy Jay! It's all for you..Ion want nothing else! It's all yours! " You babbled on, feeling your body give out from the extended arch Jabber put you in, laying lazily on your side as he continued to give that tight pussy every inch of his nasty dick.

"All mine?" He hummed, abruptly stopping his strokes to pull out with a shlick sound, moving more of your things off of the bed so he could get lay on it. "I ain't done mama..unn unn quit all that whining.." He instructed, picking you up to get into the bed with him comfortably, laying you on top of him.

That moment of peace only lasted so long as you stuck your face in the crook of his neck, whimpering to him about how sorry you were. You adjusted yourself on top still with your hands in the makeshift handcuffs, squirming your hips on his length to earn some type of friction.

Jabber cupped your ass to help you, moaning into your ears as he held onto you tight. You couldn't move anywhere but back and forth against his dick, you had no choice but to grind your swollen pussy on his shaft.

He reached his hands under you to prop his dick up, rubbing your clit with his precum covered tip, knocking three times before placing himself back inside, holding your ass with one hand to bounce you on his dick.

"You hear that? Listen to that shit.."

smack

"This yo dick baby?"

"This my dick Jay.."

"Act like it.." He growled, forcing his hips up while he slammed you down with his hands, colliding you with his messy length. He hooked his free hand around your neck, holding you there to take every. fucking. inch.

"This my mothafucking-mmgmmg.." Your words were silenced by you taking a bite out of Jabber's neck to stop you from screaming in his ear, earning a harsh yell from your boyfriend which only made him fuck you faster.

"Act like it! I done dropped all this fucking money on-on you! And you want act out like a easssy slut..I know you ain't easy mama..none of this shit feel easy.."

You couldn't even respond to him due to you crying into his shoulder, you threw your hips in a circle making sure he hit that aching core, knowing he didn't need your help. That plug poked you with each bounce, aiding to your boyfriend's calculated thrusts sending your eyes to cross over each other and more of those sweet juices from your sloppy cunt.

"Take this fucking dick like it's yours y/n! You a big girl act like it!"

"Bigggg girlll.. fuck! Cum in yo pussy Jabber pleaseee! Nut in this pussy Jay.."

His balls tightened up on him quick, too ready for him to release his second load inside of your needy walls as he continued to smack your ass, you couldn't tell what stung worse, his rings or the metal holes in his belt. Jabber gripped your fleshy mounds hard enough to leave indents in your skin, slowing down his strokes to spew thick lines of cum inside of your pretty pussy.

"You want me to cum all in this tight ass—ouuu you taking reckless! You talking reck-FUCK!" He cried out, it seeped out of your cunt and down his shaft like paint dripping off a brush but he was far from finished, he had to get his entire point across.

"Uh huh..come here.." He huffed, pulling you free of the belt holding your wrists together. You moved your hands around to get a feeling of your surroundings, scooping up your breasts as you propped yourself on your knees, fucking his cum deeper.

Jabber watched your cunt eat his creamy dick like it was nothing, snatching off that shirt to reach up to twist and tug on those nipples, flicking them once then twice to coax such pretty noises from your lips, placing his hands on yours, kneading and squeezing them in his ring covered fingers.

"Ride that dick like I taught you..pretty ass tits…this how you wanna apologize?" He groaned, snapping his hips up to match your pace, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, biting the hardened bud with a little force, licking over the wound to soothe you.

"I'm. So. Sorry. Daddy." You spoke with each bounce, grinding on his dick to press on that spot before rising up to sit on your toes. You took your hands to rub up and down Jabber's body, stopping at his chest to pinch in his nipples, twisting them in your fingers listening to your boyfriend whimper out your name.

"Show me how fucking sorry you are y/n! Don't stop! What you need that nigga's eyes on you?"

"Ion need shit!"

"Show it to me then-

"I'll show out Daddy.."

You and him talked over each other before smashing your lips into each other, forcing your tongue into his mouth with him intruding afterwards. You had one hand on his neck and he had one on yours as the two of you humped each other like animals.

He pulled away from the kiss to keep that hold on your neck, practically shoving his dick inside of your slippery heat like a fleshlight, smacking your ass over and over just to watch the ripples in your skin.

You loosened your grip around his throat to tug him closer to you by his scalp, a nasty growl coming from his throat as he picked up his speed, leaning into your chest to bite down hard leaving symmetrical bite marks on your tits.

"Talking all that shit..hhahhhhh fuck! You can't leave this dick nahhh I know you can't..shit got you drooling like a nasty lil bitch! Eat that dick up like Daddy told you to!"

"It's yoursss Jabari! This pussy belong to you Jabber! Keeping cumming in this tight ass pussy, let me get that nut out!"

"Nut on yo dick Y/n.." He spat, wrapping his arms around your waist to shove you down on his cock, a deep guttural scream erupting from your lungs as your orgasm crashed down into a million pieces, gushing that clear liquid all over his lap.

Your hips completely stopped their movements as your body jerked and twitched from that rushing shock of electricity coursing through your veins. He leaned forward pushing your body causing you to end up on your back and Jabber on top of you, still stroking inside at a dangerously slow pace.

"I can-I can't Jabari..I ohhh fuck.."

"Shh mama yes you can..you got one more in you.." He said, his voice in a hushed tone as he peered deep into your eyes. his body frame towered over you as his forehead pressed up against yours, sliding his dick in your pulsating walls ready to mine another orgasm out of you.

"One more.." He softly stroked, purposely feeding you all of him at once just to removed himself to torture you with that empty feeling.Your mind was in a dazed like state from the euphoria engulfing your mind as he fucked you through that orgasm.

Jabber leaned up to lift one of your legs in the air, spreading them open only for him to start trailing kisses up your leg and calf, stopping at the tips of your toes. He took his other free hand to toy with that plug still lodged inside, poking and pressing that purple button as he slipped your big toe into his warm, wet mouth, lathering up licks and kisses to the flesh.

"You're so fucking nasty…"

All he did was laugh in response, sticking out his tongue to lick over all five of your toes, putting his mouth back on the big one as he began to pick up his speed, still pressing hard on that plug, those stupid silver grills managing to make their way back into your sights.

"Soooo—ohhh yess! I'm gonna cum all over this fat fucking dick..don't stop Jabber! Don't-"

"All you needed was for me to drill in this shit? All you. needed. was me mama?"

"All you Daddy! I'm so sorry Jabari! ImsorryImsorry!" You cried, his strokes steady but his thrusts hard and determined to dig all of that nut out of you. His balls smacked up against that plug throbbing inside of your ass emitting pathetic whines coming from your esophagus.

"Goddd you look so sexy like this baby..yeah you do..I'm finna nut all in this pussy..yeah?"

"Yeah Daddy…please?"

"You gon let me have it?" He whispered, his thrusts stuttering inside of your clenching cunt. Jabber leaned down, taking your thighs to push them towards your chest so he could pound his girthy length so deep inside of your pink walls. It felt so hard to breathe under his weight and that addicting feeling wafted in like waves crashing over and over again.

"It's all your's Jabber..cum in me.." You mewled, wrapping your legs around his body so he could bear hug you, thumping his hips in such a sporadic motion, he found him self whimpering from your cunt clamping down in him tight and that butt plug rubbing up against his shaft every time he plunged deep inside of you.

He couldn't hold back for a second longer.

Jabber took a huge chunk out of your shoulder as you scratched and ripped his back into shreds with your acrylics, feeling his hot load of cum fill your insides like a freshly baked pastry.

"I'm cumming baby, you gon cum with..hahhh! Uh huhhh FUCK FUCK! Aahhhhh shitttt." He swore, slowly pulling out of your throbbing heat to jerk himself off in front of you.

You mustered up the little strength you had to lift your body up to get on your hands and knees with your tongue out licking his tip hole as he finished releasing more sticky stripes of cum on your face and lips.

“That’s my good girl..my good fucking girl..come clean this up..” He hummed, tapping his dick on your lips, grabbing his still rock hard length in your hands, jerking him slowly into your mouth.

You looked over to your computer still on the bed as the monitor flashed on the screen. Jabber turned his head, still heavy breathing with a light chuckle.

"I think you still got time.."

The playhouse is open for a coldddddd winter and i’m so glad to be back just in time for the holidays! My absence wasn’t for nothing so please stay tuned for what i’ve got in store for all of my lovely dolls! Those requests are stackkkkeddddd😩😩 Y’all see why it took me sooo long to drop this…Jabber has such a hold on me..but as always..i’ll imagine with you REALLL. soon🙂

The group barely misses a beat. One of them snorts, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Relax. That’s Jabber. He chill as fuck. Everybody know him. Got the best shit in the city.”

“Chill as fuck?” I echo, raising a brow. “Y’all say that like you actually know him.”

“Man, we do,” another one insists, laughing like I’m the uptight one. “He cool. Bit of a clown sometimes, but solid.”

“Uh-huh,” I hum, unconvinced, glancing down the block toward the pulsing lights. “Sounds less like chill and more like chaos.”

“Same thing when it’s Jabber,” someone jokes, earning a chorus of laughs. “And he got good weed,” the other adds, like that’s the end of the debate.

I exhale, breath fogging up in the chill. My heart’s thudding a little quicker than I’d like to admit. The closer we get, the louder it all becomes, laughter, the snap of a lighter, and the thick smell of smoke curling out of the open window like it owns the street. The whole block’s wrapped in it.

They walk up like they’ve done this a hundred times, knocking once before pushing the door open without a pause. I hang back on the steps, hand hovering near the railing. From where I’m standing, the inside looks like another world. Someone’s laughing deep from the couch, the kind of laugh that vibrates through your chest and dares you to look.

That’s probably him.

“C’mon,” one of them calls back, holding the door open. “Don’t be scared. He don’t bite.”

That’s what they think.

I take a deep breath and step inside, still wondering what kind of man I’m about to meet.

The second I step in, the smell hits me, a mix of smoke and something fried hours ago that never got cleaned up. The living room looks exactly how I’d imagine a plug’s house: ashtrays overflowing with blackened butts, half-empty bottles tipping against one another on the floor, bags and scales laid out like trophies on the table, coins and papers scattered in no particular order.

And there he is. This Jabber, sunk into the couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the back like he owns the whole world. There’s a little mountain of product on the table in front of him, baggies half-filled, lighter flicking every now and then as he takes a drag. He doesn’t even look up when the door creaks shut behind us, just keeps moving, hands working with lazy precision.

My friends light up like they’ve been waiting all night. “Yo, what’s good!” They cross the room fast, dapping him up one by one, laughter bouncing off the walls, like they’re old boys catching up after a lifetime.

I hover near the door, arms still crossed, eyes scanning everything like I’m expecting the walls to cave in. This is so not what I signed up for. Then Jabber finally looks up. And it’s right at me.

His eyes drag slow, head tilting just a little, that grin curling across his face before he even says a word. “Damn…” His voice is smooth, lazy, almost a purr. “Y’all didn’t say nothin’ bout bringin’ a shorty along”

I stiffen instantly, heat rising in my face. My friends laugh it off, waving him off like, “Chill, bro, don’t start.” One by one, they slide into the seating options around him, laughing and joking as if they’ve been planning this reunion for weeks.

But his gaze stays locked on me, leaning forward just enough to rest his elbows on his knees, blunt dangling between his fingers. “Mm-hm,” he hums, eyes roaming, that grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “She the shy type, huh? Standin’ there lookin’ like she too good for my couch.”

I blink, not even sure what to say, so I don’t say anything at all. I just glance around at the mess, the trash, the clutter, the chaos, trying not to meet his eyes again.

The deal goes down. Cash hits the table, baggies slide across in return, all smooth like they’ve done it a hundred times. My friends grin, pocketing their stuff, already making plans for tonight. And me? I’m still hovering near the door, arms crossed, ready to dip.

Jabber leans back like he own the couch, stretchin’ out like a cat, tappin’ the ash off his blunt slow, real deliberate. That grin spreads, cheeky as hell. “Aight, buisness handled… but yo,” he says, eyes lockin’ on me for a moment too long, “I just got some new fire stuff in. Y’all tryna hit it? On me.”

My stomach knots, voice catching in my throat. “Uh… nah, we good.”

He raises a brow, smoke curling from his lips, chuckle low and lazy like he already know he got me twisted. “What ya scared for, ma?” His grin stretches wide, teasing, daring.

But my friends? They don’t care. “Wait, for real? Free?” One of them shouts. “Hell yeah, bro, bring it on!”

I blink at them, mouth open. “Y’all serious? Y’all just gonna say yes like that? We don’t even know what that is! What if it’s laced… or worse?”

One of them shrugs, “Relax. It’s Jabs. He got the fire. Chill out, girl.”

Jabber laughs. “See? That’s your problem, girl, ” he says, eyes locked on mine, smirk crawling over his face. “Thinkin’ too much. I ain’t tryna poison nobody, if I wanted you gone, you wouldn’t even be standin’ here, huh. Feel me?”

I swallow hard, heart racing, caught between rollin’ my eyes and… actually believin’ him.

He pats the empty space beside him, smirk tugging sly. “C’mon now,” he drawls, all velvet and danger, lips brushing smoke into the air. “Don’t act like my couch gon’ bite, ma. Sit. Down. Be social. Or we cant make it fun if you keep actin’ all shy, ya feel me?”

My feet stay planted, hesitation heavy like concrete, but my friends are already puffin’ on his blunt, laughing like I don’t even exist. And Jabber? He just leans back, one hand lazily patting the couch, eyes on me with that grin like he already know I’ll cave.

And… I do.

With a small sigh, I cross the room and lower myself onto the cushion beside him. Not too close, but just close enough to feel the heat from his side.

His grin widens. “Knew you’d come ‘round.”

Jabber leans forward, flicking ash into the tray, then stretches out like he owns the place. “Aight… lemme bless y’all,” he says, voice dragging smooth. He saunters over to a beat-up dresser shoved against the wall, riflin’ through drawers like he’s hunting treasure. Bass thumps from the speaker, smoke curls thick in the air, and my nerves tangle tighter with every step he takes.

Finally, he pulls out a tiny foil packet, holding it up with a grin sharp enough to cut. “Mm-hm. This right here? Fresh drop. Straight from Cali. Pure acid, clean as it get.” His eyes snap to mine, daring, teasing, and my stomach knots.

He slouches back onto the couch, packet in hand, flicks it open with his thumb like it ain’t nothing, like he’s done this a hundred times before. “This the kinda shit make colors dance for you, have you laughin’ at walls, feelin’ like a god. Not no weak-ass party pill, top shelf, y’all hear me?”

My friends lean forward instantly, eyes bright. “Bet. That’s fire, bro. Run it!”

I stare at them like they’ve lost their damn minds. “Are you serious? Y’all don’t even know what that is! You’re just… just gonna put that in your mouth ‘cause he said it’s good?”

They laugh, grabbing the it. Smoke curls around their heads from the blunt Jabber passed, bass rattling the floor. “Man, relax! You always scared. This the good shit, He don’t play, swear.”

Jabber leans back, blunt dangling lazily from his lips, smoke drifting past his grin. “You ever done acid before, ma?” His voice drags, low and smooth, like it’s teasing me before I even answer.

I blink, heart thudding. “Pff-, yeahh. Of course, obviously.” My words come out sharp, too quick. He tilts his head, grin widening like he already knows I’m lying. “Mm-hm. Tell Jabber what it feel like than, shorty. Don’t keep me waitin’.”

Heat creeps up my neck, my stomach twisting. My friends are already pressing tabs onto their tongues, laughing like they just scored a prize. I finally huff out the truth. “…Okay. Fine. I haven’t. Happy now?”

Jabber leans forward, grin crooked, eyes gleaming like he knows he got me twisted. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, shorty. First time for everything, feel me? Ain’t nobody gon’ put you on like me.” He taps the foil with his thumb, slow and deliberate, like he’s dealin’ out a secret only he got.

I shake my head fast, arms crossed tighter. “Nope. Nope. There’s no way I’m doing that. Y’all are crazy. This is stupid. What if I freak out? What if-”

My friends cut me off, already giggling as the tabs dissolve. “Y/N, chill. You think too much. Just try it!” I stare at them, heart hammering, mind screaming don’t do it.

Jabber leans back, one arm draped over the couch, the other lazily spinning the blunt between his fingers. That same lazy grin is fixed on me. “Actin’ all tough here but scared of some tabs, huh?” His voice drops low, smooth, teasing. “Relax, ma. I’ma hold your hand if shit get too wild.”

The first twenty minutes crawl. My friends chatter and laugh like it’s nothing, their words bouncing off each other, repeating, sticking on some dumb joke, but they’re losing themselves in it anyway.

I’m just… sitting there. Arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes glued to the walls. Counting seconds like they’ll save me. I don’t touch the drink they handed me, don’t say a word. Every so often, I peek at them, pupils huge, movements slightly off, faces almost glowing in the dim light.

And I hate it. Hate the nerves twisting in my stomach. Hate my silence. Hate feeling out of place in a room im the only sober one. My mind races: what if it’s laced? What if they can’t handle it? What if something goes sideways and I’m stuck in this mess.

Then, slowly, I notice the changes. One friend leans back against the couch, staring at the carpet like it’s some masterpiece. Another traces a poster on the wall, giggling at colors that aren’t even there. I swear my stomach knots tighter just watching them.

My eyes flick to Jabber, expecting calm, he’s got that grin, lazy, sharp at the same time, eyes glinting like he’s already three steps ahead.

He leans just a hair closer. “Ya see ’em, shawty? Lookin’ all gone already… smilin’ at shit that ain’t even there,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. I stiffen, arms hugging myself, trying to stay cool. “Yeah… I see that.”

He snickers, head tilting, smoke curling around his face. “That shit makes the whole room feel different.” I shift, hands clutching my myself, jaw tight. “Yeah… different. Weird.”

He slides a finger under his chin, grin lazy, body leaning back like he owns the space. Voice dropping lower, slow, deliberate. “Mm-hm… actin’ like you too good for it, huh? Shorty… don’t think I ain’t see that lil spark of curiosity in your eyes watchin’ ’em.”

I bite my lip, heart hammering, trying not to let him know how rattled I am. “I’m… fine. Just… observing.”

“Observing, huh?” He chuckles, that low rumble like he knows he’s got me twisted. “Don’t worry so much, girl… Every paranoid thought runnin’ through that pretty head. Ain’t nothin’ scary ‘bout it. Just… different. New. Feels good to be caught off guard sometimes, don’t it?”

I glance around, but can’t help looking back at him. That grin never leaves, and his eyes stay locked on mine.

He leans back a little, flickin’ the lighter against the blunt, the tip glowin’ orange, smoke curling slow into the room.

“Here,” he says, holdin’ it out, thumb brushin’ mine as I take it careful. “Ain’t nothin’ scary ’bout this. You good" I stare at it for a second, heart thudding. “Uh… okay.” I raise it to my lips, inhale shakily.

He laughs low, rough, leaning closer, hand brushing my arm in that lazy, teasing way. “Mm… that’s it. Feelin’ it already, huh?” His eyes glint like he knows exactly how I’m holding back.

I nod, heart thudding, but before I can settle, he flicks the blunt, slow, deliberate. That grin spreads wider, full of mischief. “Mm-hm… that’s the acid in it,” he says, voice dragging, eyebrows wiggling like he’s daring me to freak out.

I freeze, eyes going wide. “…Wait- what?!”

The second the words leave my mouth, he leans back just enough to let me see that smug, lazy smirk. Smoke curls from his lips, drifting toward me like a tease. “Relax, lil mama… I took it too. You’re officially ridin’ with me now.”

A shiver runs down my spine, part nerves, part… him. My stomach knots as my hands clench, but he just sits there, calm, grinning, watching every tiny reaction like a predator enjoying the chase.

My heart spikes, a mix of panic and annoyance. “Why would you do that? That’s insane! noo" I cough, my chest tightening, heart hammering. “…No, no, no, no! I can’t, you’re insane!” My hands flail slightly, knocking against the couch as the smoke curls around.

He just leans back, grinning wide, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch behind me. “Uh-huh… that’s the reaction I like,… lookin’ like you bout to run outta here.”

I grab my jacket, pressing it to my face, trying to calm my racing heart, but every chuckle, every lazy shift of his body, every teasing glance sets my nerves on fire. “You’re such an idiot…” I mutter.

Letting his knee brush mine, hand lazily trailing along my arm, teasingly slow. “Mm… that’s the fun part, sugar. Let it ride,” he murmurs, voice low, dragging the words out like he knows exactly what effect they’re having.

I swat at him, heart thudding, but can’t hide the shiver that shoots down my spine. “I can’t… I can’t believe this,” I mutter, eyes flicking away, then back at him.

I can’t stop myself from glaring, heart thudding in a mix of panic and… something else. He’s teasing, chaos embodied and I’m trapped right next to him, melting even while I’m screaming inside.

He laughs, low and deep, voice wrapping around me like velvet. “Chill… I was just messin’ with you, lil mama. Ain’t no crazy shit here, just normal purple haze. You needa relax a bit.”

His hand lingers near mine, brushing along my arm, fingers tracing just enough to make my skin prickle. I can’t stop the shiver rolling through me. He leans closer, that lazy grin creeping back, eyes hooded, teasing. “See? Ain’t so bad when it’s me, huh?”

My stomach drops. I snatch the nearest pillow and hurl it at him. “Ugh! You’re impossible! I swear-”

He barely flinches, catches the edge of the pillow with one hand, grinning like it’s the best thing he’s seen all night. “Mm-hm… that’s a it. Finally showin’ some fight.”

I huff, cheeks burning, arms crossed, trying to act mad but damn, he’s kinda fun to be around. “Some fight? You literally scared me half to death!”

He leans closer, letting the pillow slide off his lap, fingers brushing mine again. “Aight… maybe had ya a lil scared, shorty… but that’s hot too,” he murmurs, grin tugging at the corner of his lips like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

I glare at him, jaw tight, voice sharp. “Hot? You think scaring me to death is hot? You’re… ridiculous.”

He leans back, one arm draped over the couch, that grin easing into something warmer, lazy, teasing. “Mm… jus like your ridiculous paranoia, shorty.”

I bite my lip, trying to shove the warmth creeping up my neck away. “I… I can’t believe this shit… ugh,” I mutter. He chuckles low, slow, not mocking, but teasing enough to make me twitch. “Relax, girl… ain’t nothin’ gonna happen. I got you.”

I huff, shifting on the couch, watching my friends fully dissolve into their own trips, one tracing shapes in the ceiling shadows, eyes wide, another giggling at the carpet like it’s a whole new planet. Their laughter floats, warped and dizzying, and I feel… stuck between awe and panic.

I glance back at Jabber, arms still crossed, trying to look stern. “And you? Just… chillin’? Why ain’t you trippin’ with them?”

He shrugs, grin stretching wider, that effortless swagger radiating off him. “Mm… I know the ride… and somebody gotta be here watchin’ you while the rest get lost, ya feel me?”

Then his hand drifts toward mine, fingers just barely brushing, teasing, testing, enough to make my pulse spike. “But ey… don’t fight it too hard, shorty. If ya change your mind and wanna hop on that tab, you good.”

A little curiosity snakes through me despite myself. He leans back, eyes hooded, grin slow and sharp, watching me like he already knows what I’m thinking, daring me to admit how close I am to giving in.

I bite my lip tighter, heart racing, trying to stay distant, but the warmth of him, the casual way he leans close without pressing… it’s unnerving. He’s impossible to read, somehow teasing and safe at the same time.

“Curious?” he murmurs, voice dipping, sliding just a little closer. “No need to hide that from me.”

I glare harder, crossing my arms even tighter, chest rising fast. “I’m… not,” I snap, voice sharp, even though my fingers twitch where his hand brushed the couch near mine. He leans back just slightly, that grin softening into something magnetic, eyes locking on mine. “Uh-huh… sure you ain’t, sugar.”

I glare at him, hunting for a comeback to his prank. Eyebrow raised, voice dripping with fake annoyance, I snap, “So… you… just sellin’ drugs for a livin’? That’s… sad, ain’t it?”

He chuckles low and steady, that easy Jabber swagger in his posture. “Sad? Nah, lil mama. Everybody gotta eat, right? Ain’t like I hurtin’ nobody. I keep it clean, keep it right. That’s all business, feel me?”

I huff, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed, but my pulse is racing. “Business… right.” I pause, flicking some ash off his blunt I’ve been hitting steadily now. “And you… proud of it?”

He shrugs, eyes hooded, that lazy grin stretching wider. “Proud? I just do what I do. Gotta hustle. Think this life easy? Nah, ma… takes brains, patience… people gotta respect it. That’s all I care about.”

I narrow my eyes, trying to push back, but he leans just a little closer, head tilted, that corner-of-the-lip grin tugging sharper, eyes locked on me like he can read every thought. “And what ‘bout you, ma? You think that’s sad, what bout you just rollin’ through to grab your own stash… more sadder, huh? Lookin’ all high-and-mighty now off my weed.”

“I’m… uhm… that’s not,” I mutter, though my heart’s hammering faster than I care to admit. He chuckles low, tilting the blunt toward me again, thumb brushing mine as I take it. “Mm… that’s it. See? You learnin’ fast.,” he murmurs, voice lazy but teasing, like he’s enjoying every twitch of my nerves.

I cough lightly, hands trembling a bit, and he laughs softly, letting his fingers brush mine again, lingering just a second too long. “Chillin’ now. That’s how it’s supposed to be. Let it ride… let it hit ya.”

I sink back, resting lightly against him. The warmth of the smoke mingles with the warmth from him, just enough to lean into him without really thinking.

His arm, already draped behind the couch, now settles naturally just behind me, like it’s always been there, with that lazy grin stretching easy across his face. “You good? Lookin’… soft now. That’s real nice.”

“Yeah… I guess I’m… chill,” I murmur, tilting my head slightly against him. “Can’t even remember the last time I just… did nothing and actually liked it.”

He chuckles low, his arm already rests lightly around my shoulders, but now he shifts it, pulling me a little closer. “Life funny like that, girl. Everybody runnin’, tryna do everything… forgettin’ to just… be. Ain’t that enough?”

The warmth presses against me, easy and grounding, like he’s claiming the space beside him without a word. I let out a soft laugh, feeling the warmth from him radiate against me. “It’s… nice like this. Weird, but nice.”

“See? Ain’t gotta overthink it. Just… be here. That’s all that matters.” I find myself smiling wider now, letting my guard slip a little. “Yeah… like, life’s stressful and all, but… right here, right now… I kinda get it.”

I lean into him, letting the weight settle. “Mm… that’s better,” he murmurs, pressing lightly against me. “Just… enjoy it, shorty. Don’t think too much. Let it ride.”

I exhale, tilting my head slightly closer, a soft smile tugging at my lips. Leaning my head against his shoulder, letting the warmth and calm radiate through me. Fingers brushing his as he lifts the blunt, I feel that lazy, teasing energy in his presence, comforting and unnerving all at once.

“You know ma… ,” he murmurs, voice low, smooth, hand drifting lightly over my arm, “you here to chill, not just watch my boys float away. That shit’s fire… you’ll love it.” I glance at him, shaking my head slightly as I take another hit. “I… I don’t know if I like this,” I admit, voice small, shaky.

He leans a fraction closer, fingers brushing through my hair in the softest, most casual way, like it’s nothing. “Mm… that’s alright, sugar. I got you. You good. Just trust me.”

I huff, pressing my forehead lightly against his shoulder. “I… I don’t know… sounds… scary.”

He tilts my chin up gently, grin teasing but soft in his eyes. “First time’s always sum. But I’m right here. I’ll guide you. All you gotta do… just put your tongue out for me.”

Panic and curiosity war inside me, biting my lip. “I… I don’t know…”

“Shh…” he murmurs, thumb brushing my jaw, voice low and lazy. “You trust me, girl. I ain’t gonna let nothing happen. You just… trust me.”

I tilt my head, parting my lips just enough. His grin widens, warm and teasing, and he picks up the tab from the table, sliding it carefully onto my tongue.

I blink, heart thudding, the strange taste hitting my senses. “Oh… oh wow…” He chuckles low, voice lazy, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “That’s it, ma… you did it. Just… relax, enjoy it. I got you.”

I let myself sink further into him. His arm drifts around me naturally, loose, effortless, holding me in place without words. The room softens, the distant laughter of my friends, the thump of the bass, all fades into a blur.

He leans back, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “Ever hear some of the stories, girl? ’Bout my regulars? Man… some of these fools are somethin’ else.” I glance up at him, smirking despite myself. “Oh really? Tell me.”

He shakes his head, chuckling low. “Aight… peep this, shorty. Dude rolls in last week, right? Tryna act all slick, like he runnin’ shit or somethin’. Man spend like ten minutes sniffin’ each bag, checkin’ the colors, swirlin’ it around like he testin’ wine. Bro’s face when I called him out? Bruh… straight up priceless.”

I snort, covering my mouth, trying not to crack up too loud. “No way… he was serious?”

““Dead ass, shorty. I’m standin’ there, tryna keep my chill, but this fool starin’ at me like I invented weed or somethin’. I swear, almost had to slide him a mirror, make him peep how a idiot looks like.”

I laugh again, leaning closer. “You’re terrible… you know that? All this… your lifestyle, the way you live, messin’ with people, runnin’ your game, it’s… a lot.”

He chuckles, that slow, teasing Jabber laugh, letting it wrap around me like a soft rhythm. “Mm… maybe. But you like that, don’t you?”

I freeze for a second, heat rising, then roll my eyes, trying to hide my grin. “Maybe a little.” He smirks, tilting his head, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Nah, I’m entertainin’. Somebody gotta keep it fun.” He squeezes my shoulder lightly. “Some customers, man… they’ll do anything to act important, but I see right through ’em. You gotta laugh at life sometimes, ma.”

I shak my head, but the laughter keeps slipping out. “Yeah… I guess. You make it sound hilarious, I’ll give you that.”

He leans his head just a little against mine, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “See? I told you… chillin’ can be fun too. Ain’t always gotta stress, judge, overthink. Sometimes… just laugh, enjoy the little stuff.”

I hum softly, shoulders sinking further into his warmth, the tension from before melting away. “You’re… not like anyone I’ve met before,” I admit, voice soft, smile easing.

“Mm… good or bad?” he teases, low and lazy, that grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

I bite my lip, trying to play it cool, but my hands find his arm, fingers brushing along the fabric of his sleeve. “Mm-hmm,” I murmur, not wanting to admit how much I’m actually enjoying this but my actions made the answer clear.

He chuckles, fingers brushing lightly over mine, thumb tracing lazy circles. “That’s what I thought.”

For the next twenty minutes, we sit like that, him telling ridiculous, hilarious stories about his customers, me laughing, teasing, forgetting the world outside… even forgetting the acid tab for a while. His arm stays snug around my shoulders, and I let myself lean fully into him, savoring the warmth, the calm, the effortless pull between us.

By the time the next few minutes tick by, the world around me shifts. The carpet beneath my legs seems to ripple gently, colors bending and stretching like liquid. Shadows dance across the walls, almost breathing in rhythm with my heartbeat.

I blink, eyes wide, suddenly hyper-aware of every sound, every vibration, every little shift in the room. My fingers instinctively curl around Jabber’s arm, pressing into the warmth, holding on like it’s the only thing steady in this swirling, vivid haze.

He glances down at me, eyes soft, voice low, smooth. “Mm… feelin’ it now, huh?” I nod quickly, chest hammering, heart thudding like a drum. “Yeah… it’s… wow… everything’s…” My fingers dig into his arm, legs twitching slightly, stomach twisting. “It’s… kinda scary…”

He lets out a calm, soft laugh, thumb brushing in slow, deliberate circles. “Aight, ma… I got you. Just… ride it out. You safe. You right here with me.”

I inhale sharply, head pressing into his shoulder, and my hands can’t stop moving, tracing the lines of his arm, clutching his sleeve, brushing across the couch beside him. Every sensation is amplified, the warmth, the vibration of the bass under the floor, the smell of smoke, all of it pulsing through me.

“I… I can’t… it’s too… everything,” I murmur, voice trembling, legs fidgeting, pulse racing. “It’s… a lot.”

He tilts his head, eyes locked on mine, calm as ever. “I know… lean into it. Don’t fight it, shorty. Feel it all. I’m right here.”

I nod, gripping him tighter, pressing my cheek fully against his chest now, fingers curling around his bicep like an anchor. The room stretches and bends around me, colors melting together, laughter echoing in slow, warped waves. “You… you feel… real,” I whisper, voice shaky. “Like… I can actually hold on to you.”

He chuckles low, slow, teasing, letting his hand cover mine like he’s making sure I don’t float away. “That’s right, shorty… hold on… don’t even think ’bout lettin’ go.”

The colors explode now, posters melting into neon swirls, the ceiling breathing above me like it’s alive. I giggle, fingers brushing over his chest, tracing along his sleeve, just… feeling. Everything feels electric.

“Everything’s… so alive,” I murmur, pressing closer. “It’s… a lot, but… good, I think?”

For what feels like forever, I don’t even notice my friends or the world outside. I just press against him, brush along his arm, let the acid roll through my body, my mind spinning, while he stays calm… a steady anchor. Every laugh, every ripple of color, every stretching shadow is softer, safer, tethered by him.

He stretches out, letting out a long, lazy sigh, that grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Aight… I’mma grab somethin’ to eat. You hungry, shorty?” I blink, stomach twisting, suddenly aware of how light-headed I feel. “…Uh… can I… come with you?”

He laughs low, smooth, shaking his head like he’s already won. “Heh… you tryna steal my food too now, huh? Mm… I like that. Yeah, come on. Don’t get lost in that pretty little head of yours.”

He rises, and I follow, fingers still brushing along his arm, holding just enough to stay grounded. The walls ripple gently, shadows bending like they’re breathing. Every tiny flicker of light, every detail feels sharper, wilder… and yet, safe, tethered to him.

His eyes flick to mine, hooded, teasing, the kind of look that makes my chest thrum. “Aight, girl… keep up now. Don’t wander off, I ain’t lettin’ you float away.”

I let out a nervous giggle, letting my fingers slide along his arm as we move, just enough to feel anchored. He glances down, grinning wider, hand brushing against mine in that slow, teasing way. “See? You stickin’ close… I like that. Smart girl.”

“You see that?” he murmurs, pointing vaguely at a corner. “Ceiling lookin’ like it’s… moving’, huh? Wild, right?” I giggle softly, nodding. “Yeah… everything’s… so alive. The light… the colors…” My fingers drift over the ridge of his bicep again, resting there unconsciously.

He chuckles low, that lazy, teasing sound rolling through the kitchen like he owns every corner. Guiding us through the space, he opens the fridge and pulls out a couple things, tossing me a small snack like it’s nothing. I hover close, fingers brushing his side every so often, letting myself lean in just a little.

“You… don’t mind me just hangin’ here, huh?” I murmur, voice soft, barely above the hum of my thoughts. He leans back just enough to give me that slow, lazy grin. “Mind? Nah, shorty… you stickin’ close. Ain’t nobody gonna snatch you from me, feel me?”

He moves to the counter. “Check that tile… see how it’s catchin’ the light? Man, that shine, crazy. And this glow, look at it. Right?”

I laugh softly, tracing patterns along the edge of the counter, letting my fingers wander, glancing up at him. “I don’t even know where to look first.”

He leans just slightly toward me, that familiar lazy grin tugging wider. “Mm… don’t think. Just take it all in. Colors, shapes… me. All yours right now.”

Without realizing it, I let my head rest against his shoulder. He doesn’t flinch; instead, his arm slides casually behind me, hand brushing along my back like he’s claiming the space without a word. My chest feels lighter, the high humming softly through me, steady and grounded by him.

I hop up onto the counter, legs dangling, fingers tracing edges like they’re asking for it. He steps closer, tall, calm, that lazy grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “You good?”

I nod, breath hitching, caught between giggles and awe, leaning just a little closer. “Yeah… I think so. It’s… a lot, but… I really like it.”

He tilts his head, eyes hooded, playful mischief mixed with warmth. “Mmhm” I blink, head tilting against, voice soft. “…Yeah… just… wobbly, I guess.”

He steps right in front of me, tall and calm, letting his presence steady me as I wobble a little on the counter. His hands rest lightly on my hips, guiding me without a word, fingers brushing along my sides like it’s the most natural thing. “Don’t worry ‘bout leanin’ or fallin’. I got you.”

I can’t help it, my fingers brush his forearms, tracing small patterns, and I realize I’m holding onto him more than I thought. The high makes everything feel magnified, his closeness, the brush of his hands, the smell of him mixing with the kitchen scents.

He grabs a small piece of food from the plate “Here… try this, ma. Gotta taste the high too.”

I open my mouth just a bit, letting him guide it, but the way he’s right there, close, makes my cheeks heat up. “You… you’re right here…” I murmur, voice catching.

“Mhm,” he says, teasing soft, leaning in just enough as I bite down. “Gotta make sure you eat it right.”

The flavor hits, sweet and sharp all at once, and I can’t stop the little giggle that slips out. “Damn… that’s… really good,” I admit, eyes half-lidded from the high.

He grins, watching me like he already knows how I’m feeling. “Mm… knew it. Knew you’d feel that.”

I shift a little more on the counter, letting my body brush against his as I reach for another bite. My fingers curl around his wrist for balance, and he doesn’t flinch, just lets me, watching with that lazy, knowing grin.

“Careful now,” he murmurs, slow and teasing, thumb brushing lazy circles over my knuckles. “You all up on me, shorty… you know what you doin’?”

I flush, fumbling slightly, biting my lip. “S-sorry… I… I just… can’t help it. Everything’s so… intense.”

He chuckles low, that teasing rumble vibrating through his chest. “…never once complained ‘bout that. Keep doin’ you, girl.”

I let out a nervous laugh, pressing a little closer, fingers brushing along his arm like I can’t help myself. “I… I didn’t mean to… it’s just…”

“Shh… it’s straight. Ain’t no need to apologize. You doin’ fine. Hell, I like this.”

He lifts another small bite toward my lips. I bite gently, lips brushing his fingers. My hands drift naturally, one curling over his forearm. I let myself melt fully into him, forehead pressing against him, head settling comfortably against his chest as if I’ve always belonged there.

He chuckles low. “Mm… look at you, shawty. Bein’ all soft and clingy like that… can’t even hide it, huh?”

His fingers brush a strand of hair from my face, thumb lingering just a second longer. “Told ya… this is fun. You gettin’ all… goofy on me already.”

I shiver, pulling my head back slightly from his chest, eyes wide and glimmering. He just watches, grin widening, like he’s savoring every twitch of my nerves.

He moves, setting the plate down in the sink and my eyes follow, unfocused, mesmerized. Then he turns back, that lazy, teasing grin aimed straight at me.

“Mm… look at that,” he murmurs, hand lifting to cup my cheek, thumb tracing lazy circles over my skin, playful but deliberate. “All wide-eyed… all ‘ohhh, help me, Jabber’ kinda lookin’. You feelin’ that? You like how… helpless you look right now?”

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh, cheeks heating, and he just chuckles, low and mocking.

His fingers drift lower, brushing along my jaw, teasing deliberate, and then he presses his thumb to my lips. I blink at him, breath hitching, heart thudding.

“Don’t be shy, sugar,” he whispers, voice low, purr in it. “Gotta enjoy it… all of it.” I giggle, high and reckless, letting my tongue flick over his thumb once, twice, testing him. I bite gently at the pad, smirking up at him, teasing.

He chuckles, slow and low, shaking his head, hand still cupping my face. “You crazier than I thought,” he murmurs, leaning just a touch closer. Every press, every brush, every lazy slide of his finger against my lip makes my body hum, my mind whirl, the colors and heat of the high amplifying every spark between us.

Smiling wide, eyes half-lidded, high and touchy and completely caught up in him. He leans down just a hair more, whispering into my ear, warm breath tickling me: “Mm… you like that, huh? Feelin’ all… needy’?”

I nod, barely able to form words, letting the high and his teasing take over. My tongue drifts along his thumb, lips pressing light kisses. Every brush of his hand against my face, the warmth of his body pressed close, it’s electric. My heartbeat thrums in my ears, every nerve alive.

And then-

“Hey! Yo, quick question.” Our friend barges in, giggling like a maniac, completely oblivious to the world we’re in.

I freeze. My eyes snap open, and I yank his hand down, cheeks flaming red. “Uh, uhmm” I stammer, scrambling for distance, hands fumbling against the counter.

Jabber doesn’t move. He’s still standing there, that lazy, teasing grin spread wide, looking down at me enjoying my panic.

The friend squints at the room, still giggling, blurting, “Uh… yo… where are the 3D glasses? We wanna watch Kung Fu Panda!”

I swallow hard, face heating further, trying to vanish into the counter. My high makes every inch of his body seem ridiculously close, ridiculously warm.

Jabber tilts his head, “Mm… they’re in the drawer on the left of the TV. Don’t trip too hard.”

He leans just slightly back to me, voice soft but mocking. “You lookin’ like you bout to melt right here.”

I squeak, high, flustered, caught somewhere between giggling and hiding. My legs jitter, fingers twitching. He chuckles, clearly loving every second of it.

The friend nods, grinning, clearly too high to notice anything, and wanders off, muttering a distracted, “Thanks…”

I let out a shaky breath, trying to untangle myself, but Jabber is still right there, knees bracketing mine, that lazy, teasing grin firmly in place. His hand drifts lightly over my thigh, warm and steady, like he’s staking claim without saying a word.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the friend spins back, pupils huge, voice all wobble and disbelief. “Wait… uh… Y/N, are you like… fucking the plug rightnow?”

My eyes go wide, cheeks burning hotter than a stove. I yelp, jerking back, hands flailing, trying to cover my face. “W-what?! No! God, stop!”

Jabber doesn’t even flinch. His hands brushing over my thights. “We just vibin.”

I press my forehead to his chest, high and mortified, heart hammering in every nerve. But… that warmth, his body pressed close, his hand steady, his calm teasing grin, keeps me rooted, half-relieved, half-flustered.

He chuckles, soft and slow, letting the teasing linger. “Mm… you all red and squirmy… Ain’t nobody seein’ nothin.”

The friend finally laughs, completely lost in their own world, mumbling something about Kung Fu Panda before stumbling out.

I peek up at Jabber, cheeks still blazing, breath shaky. “You… you’re impossible,” I mutter, voice barely audible.

He chuckles low, that slow, teasing rumble, fingers brushing my jaw, thumb tracing over my cheek. “…Nah, shorty… just keepin’ it interesting. Ain’t nothing wrong with havin’ a little fun while you’re high.”

We drift back to the living room, the faint laughter of our friends and the muffled silly movie soundtrack filling the air. My chest is still fluttering from the kitchen moment, the warmth of him lingering in my mind.

Without really thinking, I flop onto the couch beside him, still spinning from the acid. Somehow, my body slides closer, and I find myself perched lightly on his lap, legs draped across his, pressing into his chest. My mind flickers, realizing the position but the swirl of colors and the thrum of the high drown out everything else.

He leans just a bit, fingers brushing along my arm, smirk tugging at his lips. “Actin’ all delicate, all lost in the ride. You like it? Huh?”

I bite my lip, cheeks flaming hotter, eyes fluttering closed for a second. “I… yeah… I think so,” I admit, voice small, almost shy, letting myself melt fully into the closeness.

He chuckles low, hand settling lightly on my hip, thumb tracing lazy circles. “You comfy, hmm?” I blink at him, mouth twitching in a half-smile, voice soft and airy. “Yeah, I guess,” I mumble, high as hell, barely processing that I’m literally perched on him.

His grin spreads, teasing. “Guess so? Mm… that ain’t a guess, ma. You sittin’ on me like it’s the only spot that matters.”

I laugh softly, head tilting against his chest, hands brushing over his arms, lingering on his biceps and I can’t even notice the friends half-watching the movie a few meters away. Everything else blurs; it’s just him, the high, the warmth, the closeness.

My fingers tracing patterns over his arm. A lazy laugh escapes him. “Don’t make me start thinkin’ you don’t ever wanna leave.” I can’t help the soft giggle, pressing into him a little more. “I… uh… I don’t,” I whisper, high and shaky, heart fluttering.

He chuckles again, that low, teasing rumble. “Mm… good. Didn’t think you’d admit it so fast."

I tilt my head up, squinting at the TV. “So… Kung Fu Panda, huh? Is this like… a good one to watch high?”

Jabber chuckles, low and lazy, fingers brushing over my arm as he nudges me closer. “Mm… yeah, for sum. But lemme tell you somethin’, shorty… when you high, you gotta pick the right kinda movie. Animated? Classic. Colors pop, jokes hit different. Music? Bruh… that hits all the feels, for real.”

I giggle, listening to him go on like he’s giving a masterclass. “So… what else counts as ‘right’ then?”

He leans back, chin just above my head, voice smooth, teasing, dragging the words out like he owns the room. “Mm… gotta mix it up. Comedy, trippy visuals, some kinda music-heavy joint. You inside that movie, swear to God.”

I laugh softly, nudging him with my knee. “Sounds like you’ve done this a lot.”

He grins, lazy and cocky, thumb brushing along my shoulder like he’s claiming it. “Mm… lil bit. Gotta know how to vibe right, feel me? Movies, music, weed, a lil acid… all gotta line up. Make it a full ride. Don’t sleep on the details, shorty… that’s how it hit different.”

I tilt my head against his chest, soaking in the warmth and the soft buzz from the high. “You really know how to set it up, huh?”

He hums, that lazy grin tugging at his lips, thumb brushing along my shoulder. “Mm… you know what’s wild, sugar? One of my crazies told me ‘bout this trip he had watchin’ Spirited Away on shrooms. Swore he felt like he was there… every color poppin’, every little detail hittin’ him different.”

I grin, eyes lighting up despite the haze. “Oh… that movie’s brilliant. The visuals, the music, the world… it’s insane. I can totally see that.”

He leans closer, voice low and teasing, warm against my ear. “Mm… bet you’d dig that, ma. Got a copy upstairs. We could watch it, if you down.”

My chest flutters, cheeks warming, high and excited. “…Yeah. Llet’s do it,” I murmur. He grins wider, nudging me gently as I rise from the couch. “Bet. Follow me, sugar… let’s see how deep this ride goes.”

I follow, heart thumping and mind spinning, fingers brushing his arm as he guides me upstairs. The hallway lights blur slightly.

We step into his bedroom, and I freeze mid-step, eyes wide. The place is… exactly what I imagined when I pictured a “plug’s bedroom.” Clothes strewn across the floor, an old backpack tipped over with papers spilling out, and the faint, sweet haze of weed hanging thick in the air. Posters are taped haphazardly to the walls, some peeling at the corners, and a lamp in the corner casts a warm, golden glow over the chaos.

I bite my lip, unsure where to put myself, hands fidgeting. “Uh… wow,” I murmur, more to myself than to him.

Jabber doesn’t miss a beat. He’s already moving to his desk, flipping drawers with casual efficiency. I step closer, peering over his shoulder as he rifles through the messy drawer. Pulling out a slightly beat-up DVD case.

“I feel… so light,” I murmur, voice soft and dazed, almost a whisper lost in the haze.

He hums, that lazy grin tugging at his lips as his arm slides around my waist, steady and warm. “Just let it flow,” he says quietly, fingers tracing slow, grounding patterns along my side.

He nods toward the bed, and I stumble over, laughing under my breath. The mattress catches me before I even realize I’ve fallen, the softness swallowing me whole. I sink into it, limbs loose, head spinning, the world stretching and breathing around me. A sigh slips out, half relief, half wonder. The high ripples through me, light and electric.

Jabber drops down beside me, one arm propped behind his head. “You trippin’ hard, huh?” he murmurs, voice low and smooth, the kind that hums through my chest more than my ears.

I laugh softly, turning my face toward him, eyes half-lidded. “It’s… wild,” I admit. “Like I can’t tell if I’m lying down or floating.”

He chuckles, leaning closer, “Floatin’, huh? Guess that makes me your anchor, sugar.” His fingertips trailing slowly to my hip, feather-light touches that make me shiver.

My lips twitch into a hazy smile, my hand lifting without much thought, fingers brushing along his arm, feeling the solid muscle beneath. “You’re… sweet. That’s all I know right now.”

His grin spreads, lazy and teasing, as his fingers graze along my side again, barely there but enough to make me squirm softly against the sheets. “Sweet, huh? That means you feelin’ me. Hmm?”

I hum in response, closing my eyes for a second, my hand sliding up to his chest, fingertips tracing over the fabric stretched across it. The contact feels electrical.

“You good?” he asks, softer now, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair off my face. I nod slowly, a hazy giggle slipping out. “Better than good. Everything’s… colors, and you’re… right here. Feels.”

My fingers can’t stop moving, tracing up his arm, down his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, slow, teasing, and I shiver.

“You real touchy, hmm” he murmurs, voice soft but edged with that teasing grin. His eyes narrow slightly, curious. “You always like this? Or just with me?” Heat floods my face, and I shake my head. “N-no… not with anyone. I don’t” I stop myself, swallowing.

His grin deepens, lazy and knowing. “Mm-hm. Funny, though… you ain’t even trust me at first. Kept your walls up,actin’ like I was a real problem.” He leans in closer, his breath brushing my cheek. “And look at you now.”

I laugh, breathless, high, giddy and instead of pulling back, I grab his shirt in a fist and tug him closer. My eyes lock on his, everything around us blurring into colors, and all I can feel is him.

He tilts his head, voice dropping lower, velvet smooth. “You lookin’ at me like you want more than just an anchor.” My face burns, but I can’t even deny it. A stupid little giggle slips out, and my hand drifts up to his neck, thumb brushing against his jaw.

His grin softens, hungrier now, his eyes half-lidded as he closer. My chest tightens, my lips part just slightly, waiting. Until his lips hovers just a breath from mine, so close I can feel the heat of him.

I don’t move. I don’t even think. My fingers tighten against his shirt, pulling him that last inch closer and his lips crash into mine.

Every nerve in my body lights up, sparks shooting down my spine, my fingertips clutching at his shirt like I’ll drown if I let go. The taste of him, smoke, heat, something rough and sweet at the same time, burns through me.

A low sound slips out of me, half-moan, half-gasp, as I press closer, desperate, my hands climbing from his chest to his neck, to his jaw, anywhere I can touch. My legs shift, brushing his, trying to pull him closer, the high making every inch of contact feel explosive.

I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I’m melting into him, biting at his bottom lip, tugging him back in when he shifts even a breath away.

Then, suddenly, he eases back. Just a little. His hand on my cheek, but his lips pull away, and I chase after him with another needy little sound before I even realize I’m doing it.

He chuckles low, breathing heavier now, eyes half-lidded but sharp as they catch mine. “Damn, ma… you hungry for real.”

I flush hot, chest heaving, lips tingling, still clinging to his shirt like I’ll collapse without it. “I… I just-” I stammer, high and desperate, not even sure what I’m trying to say.

The kiss is steady, deliberate, and I melt into it, my breath catching as he shifts, pressing me furthor into the mattress with his weight.

The world tilts, the sheets soft under me, the colors spinning overhead, but all I feel is him, warm and solid, pinning me down in the best way. My fingers tangle in his shirt, tugging him closer, desperate for more, even though he’s already everywhere.

He breaks the kiss just enough to murmur against my lips, voice low and rough with amusement. “… Needy as hell. Whole time before, you was paranoid as fuck, doubtin’ me like I was trouble.” His hand drags slowly across my waist, grounding me. “Now? You can’t even let me breathe.”

My chest heaves, lips parted, eyes half-lidded as I look up at him. “I… I don’t care. I just-” The words tumble out clumsy, high, but true. “I just want you.”

He chuckles, low and satisfied, kissing me again, firmer this time, his body pressed into mine. His hand slides down to my hip, holding me there like he’s proving a point. “Mm-hm. That acid hittin’ different, huh?”

I squirm under him, half-embarrassed, on the way he feels against me, my nails lightly grazing over his arm. “Shut up,” I whisper against his mouth, pulling him back down into another kiss, more frantic this time.

He grins into it, letting me take what I want for a moment before deepening the kiss himself, guiding the pace, steady and teasing, while his weight keeps me right where he wants me.

I’ll add a smut part for all you freaks too, hehe

“It’s always the same old shit with you..” Eren grumbled under his breath, scrolling on his phone after the fifth argument of the night.

“Don’t worry about it anymore, i’m sorry for accusing you.” You said with a straight face, letting him ‘win’ whatever point he was trying to make. All you did was ask how he was, why weren’t you answering me? Simple questions that caused the hot head to explode at you.

“Wanna look in my phone? Here look!” He said, shoving his phone in the bed, to which you threw right back towards his hip.

“That’s not even necessary, I’m cool.” You said, a laugh stuck in your throat trying to calm yourself down from yelling in his face.

“So if you don’t wanna look through my phone why are you questioning me as soon as i walk through the damn door?” Truth was he didn’t have to prove himself innocent, that cold burning feeling in your stomach when you saw how distant he’d gotten when you started taking more hours at work, complaining about how the two of you don’t spend enough time together.

“I just asked how you were at first, I thought something happened at work.” You replied, grabbing your phone from off the charger beside the bed.

The reason he was quick to show the phone this time was when you walked in on him on facetime talking to someone, the voice sounded familiar and of course you asked him who were you talking to! Going on 3 years you had every right to know but instead of him lying he blew up on you saying “You don’t pay my bill” going on a whole tangent on who pays what.

It wasn’t like you were broke, he was the type of dude to “pay for everything” but leave his wallet at home so he can treat you with dick instead. He paid the rent THIS month and felt like he was the man of YOUR apartment which irked you every time you threatened to kick him out while the two of you argued.

He hit you with “i ain’t going no where, i pay the bills blaze blahh” It was a pain in your ass and you needed a break to clear your mind on where you wanted to take things with him. You knew he was waiting for you to leave first but he had 10 days left until rent is due so until then going outside would have to suffice your nerves from being beat on by his ignorant ass.

“No nothing happened, I had to stay a bit longer because someone quit on us today so i’m sorry for not texting you..”

“Thats all I wanted to know, do you want me to order something or heat up what we had last night?”

“I can heat it up, I got to get up early in the morning baby..” He said, with a yawn in his voice. That usual sleepy time that once drove you into madness made your heart pound with anger, that prickling sensation covering your body like goosebumps.

“Okay no worries, i’m going out with Daija if that's okay? She’s having her birthday party tonight..” You asked, knowing whatever he said you were still going. Your phone cuts the awkward silence in the room with your ringtone going off like an alarm.

That ringtone.

“It’s Daija..”

“Tell her i said Happy birthday!” He yawned again, taking off his jacket so he could make his way to the bathroom to shower, he grabbed some clothes and towel before closing the bathroom door shut. With your phone in hand you quickly made your way to the kitchen to answer the unsaved number still flashing on your screen.

“Hello?”

“Heyyyy mama, i got your text what’s going on baby?”

“I was wondering what you had going on? I wanna get out of the house for the night.”

“Ahhh he ain’t put his hands on you now?”

“No..no nothing like that chill out..” You said in a hushed tone. “He yelled at me, got loud, that shit nothing crazy..can i come over?” You asked, getting straight to the point, looking back into the room to see if he was still in the shower.

“I got some people over right now but you can come through, i hadn’t seen that ass in a minute.”

“I’ve been working don’t do that..”

“And laid up with that lame ass-

“Stop it, I don’t want him in the conversation he might pop up somewhere.”

“And do what?” The voice laughs

“I’m on my way, have a drink ready for me, you know what i like.”

“You know i do..” Thé voice hummed, hanging the phone up with a click. Once you eat a little something and Eren does his little night routine you could head to the bathroom to get ready. Daija’s birthday wasn’t for another 4 months but you had to pick a friend you knew he didn’t pay attention to so he wouldn’t care if you went, if you would’ve said Liyah that would’ve had you locked in for round 6.

While you waited, you rummaged through your closet to find something loose enough to slip on but tight enough to hold someone’s attention, it had been a little while since you’ve seen your friend so you wanted to leave a good mark on their brain.

You heard the shower in the bathroom finally come to a so you picked up the red outfit on the hanger and all the accessories needed for an everything shower, you wanted to wash his scent off of you and replace it with smooth warm vanilla amber.

The bathroom door pops open and Eren emerges from the hot steam accumulated in the air, wet strands of his hair stuck to his forehead as he takes the towel from around his waist to wipe his face. It was his attempt at trying to say sorry by waving it in your face like a mutt.

“If we start now, I won’t make it in time..” You chuckled, walking past him to drop your face, rolling your eyes as you closed the door behind you.

~

“Hey baby, when you’re done in there hand me my shirt, i left it in there..” Eren called out, his headset glued to his scalp while he looked up towards the living room screen. You said ok through the thin walls of your apartment, putting on the finishes touches of your makeup, adding lipgloss to your darkly lined lips.

You grabbed his shirt from off the floor and the rest of your stuff out of the bathroom, listening to your phone buzz on the counter 5 times all coming from the same number.

“Here’s your shirt baby, i got to go..” You said, grabbing your phone and sure enough your intuition was spot on.

where u at?

don’t make me pull up to yo house

text me when u here

You responded with 3 letters saying you were on the way, grabbing your purse carrying only your lip gloss, some gum, your car keys and a wallet.

You called out to Eren again to get his shirt only to come to realize he couldn’t hear a fuck thing you were saying with his headphones on, leaving his shit on the bed to walk out into the living room.

“Woah woah, what time you’ll be back? Where’s the rest of this ensemble?”

“This is the rest of it and I should be back by 3 clubs close at 2..” You said, letting him kiss your cheek twice before leaving down your apartment stairs.

You haven't seen Jabber in almost 4 months since you started messing around with him, the thought of seeing him at his place with other people around scared you only because you didn’t know who Eren knew.

That’s what made it feel so right.

You met him out with Liyah on a girls night downtown, club hopping from one place to the next taking all the free shots you could get making it a bet on who would get the most with Liyah in the lead with 2.

“We got Persia’s next, it’s right down there.” She giggled, clicking her heels on the concrete as she walked. It was a lot of people walking up and down the street, food trucks and vendors on every corner filling up the street and people hanging around their decked out cars blasting their own music. That’s when he pulled up near the line of the club in a black dodge challenger with purple details on the side.

You watched him exit his car seeing his hand flip his dreads over his head, dapping up someone who recognized him in the street.

“You think you can get a shot out of him?”

“Outta that? Too easy, you're doubting me now?” You giggle, cutting your eyes back on the 6’2 dread head who looked like he was coming your way.

“Okay too easy, you got this then..” Liyah challenged, turning her back towards the street pretending to read the club logo.

“Excuse me, I like yo locs who did em?” You said reaching your hand out to grab his graphic white shirt. With a closer look at him, it looked like he had just got his hair done, on his neck was a silver cuban link that paired well with his thick ass watch sitting on his tatted arm.

“I did ‘em why lil mama?” He chuckled, looking at you with interest.

“I was just asking, they look good on you..” You smiled, batting your eyelashes up at the tall pink eyed man.

“Whats yo name?”

“Y/n, this my friend Liyah.” You said, tapping her on the side.

“Yo friend don’t mind me cutting the line do she?”

“If you buy us a drink..” Liyah chimed in, listening to people in the back groan in annoyance seeing Jabber and his friends cut the line. You side-eyed your friend for technically taking your point but you both laughed it off since you were both getting something out of it.

One drink turned into two, then it went to shots which lead Liyah stuck in the bathroom with Jabber’s friend getting her fill which left you alone with the hot pink eyed demon.

“Jay i-i know we having fun but I got someone i deal with an”

“Yeah, and i got a pet fish..”

“Wait what?”

“I thought we were talking about shit that don’t matter, but keep going..” He chuckled, throwing down another shot.

“Don’t be corny, i’m dead ass I ain’t trying to blow you off or nothing..just being honest.” You said, holding his hand on your thigh. The way he was squeezing on the sides of your skin made you want to take his hand under that short dress, no matter who was watching.

“He ain’t here is he? I don’t care about what you got going on, you in here with me..”

That’s how you ended up in a similar situation to Liyah’s only you two ended up in the back of the club on the wall with each others tongues down your throats, his hand cupping the bottom of your ass.

His dick felt hot to the touch as it grew with every touch you gave him, you loved feeling him grunt between your lips.

“I-i gotta go home, i gotta get Liyah home..” You mumbled, pressing against his chest to move off of him. He pulled back with a solemn look like he was trying to say he wanted you to say.

“I got your number..i’ll text you..” You said to him, wandering of into the crowd to find Liyah and make it home at a reasonable hour.

“Yeah ight..” Jabber said to himself, sucking his teeth still having his eye on you. He wasn’t expecting a text back or even to from anything after that night, neither were you since it was just a game you and Liyah played whenever you needed social attention, it wasn’t supposed to get that far with him, even the night you texted him!

You had just kicked Erne out of your apartment because you didn’t want to argue throughout the night and you needed the space. You were going to delete his number until you made the impulsive decision to text him ‘just to see if he would respond’ to which he did.

The plan was to meet up with him, smoke, and leave, you followed no scripts, no rules, nothing. You broke your guard down once you saw Jabber’s tatted arms drive around the city, the way he licked his lips while staring at yours, how the rasp in his voice forced your thighs to clench together.

No wonder you ended up with his locs smothered between your thighs in his dodge, he flashed that razor sharp tooth smile at you, telling you every thing you wanted to hear. He let you rant his ears off about Eren, telling you how weak he really was for putting you through something like that.

You found out he deals around a few people you live by and you quickly understood the lifestyle he was a part of, it explained the thick ass wad of cash and how he could relate to your situation. He wouldn’t be around all the time which was good for your predicament.

So once a month you met up with him to catch up, he’d feed you real good, rub your feet down if you needed it and let you ride along if he had any extra places he needed to go. And the nights you went were spent at his place lying in bed sucking his dick under the covers while he smoked.

Now that it had been a little over 4 months your nerves were tighter than the thong submerged between your ass cheeks. You hadn’t been in his backyard in so long you almost pulled up in the front! Turning your car around you pulled in the back way of his house, texting him that you were here.

**

The sound of a screen door snaps your attention away from your phone, you look at the back door to see Jabber walk out of the house in a fitted black tank top and some grey sweats which he held with one of his hands as he walked around the front of your car to the driver seat window.

His hair had grown out from the last retwist you saw him in letting his hair hang low in front of his face. Lowering your window the dread head pushed his locs out of his face to lower his head down, flashing a shiny new piece of material in his mouth.

A silver diamond encrusted grill in the shape of fangs.

“Wassup mama, hadn’t seen you in a minute..” He smiled, another sharp flash of those fucking fangs.

“I know and i’m sorry, you know I work and I’ve been dealing with Eren’s shit again..”

“Keep talking about that nigga and I’m coming home with you to see about his ass..” Jabber scoffs, opening your car door to let you out, hearing the muted music playing from the inside of the house.

“Shut the hell up Jay, if i can’t talk about him you can’t threaten him, where’s my drink at?” You said, trying to change the subject immediately.

“In the fridge waiting for you but let me see you..” Jabber smirked, pulling you in for a deep hug, his cologne a smoky burned vanilla like scent mixed in the weed. He rubbed the sides of your waist lowering them to your ass, giving you a good squeeze.

“Mmm.. I missed you too.”You muttered into his chest. “You just suck at texting somebody back..” You shot back, playfully hitting chest causing him to grab your wrist to pull you back into him, a playful smirk written on his face.

“Get inside girl so you can drink yo little drink, I can roll something for us in the room if it’s too much, all on you baby..”

“You know how i like it.” You looked at him, rubbing your glossed lips at him, walking up the steps to get into his house, feeling a light smack on your ass.

You waved to the people you knew and watched Jabber talk to a few folks before making it to his bedroom.He went to grab your drink from the fridge while you looked around to see what had changed since the last time you came.

New shoes still in the boxes were stacked up in the corner next to the closet full of clothes still with the tags on em and his jewelry dresser he did not play about.

“Here ma..” Jabber said coming back with a bag full of weed in one hand and your drink in the other, closing the door behind him as the muffled music continued to be heard outside.

He put the stuff down and you wasted no time grabbing him by the sides of his face, to kiss his plump lips holding the silver fangs that you’ve been staring at the entire time. He matched your energy by pulling your hips closer to his, sliding his tongue into your mouth biting your lip with the grill.

“When did you get this?” You questioned, pulling away from the kiss to tug at his bottom lip.

“That’s what got you grabbing at me like that?” He smiles, using his now known new power against that pulsing spot between your thighs.

“I wish all these people weren’t here, i need that Jay..”

“Them people in there don’t fucking matter, you know they don’t, take them panties off so i can fix that lil problem you got ..” Jabber hums, a sinful expression painted on his face as he watched you hop back on his bed, lifting your legs up to take off the thong hiding between those juicy lips.

“Come fix it..” You teased, opening your legs to spread your slick folds wide with your fingers, licking the excess of your fingers to go back in for another feel.

The dread headed man crawls onto the bed towards you holding his hair back to get a taste of the sweet juices you were making just for him. You rubbed your clit while he stuck his tongue in that preheated cunt lick up to help your fingers.

“It’s like that?” He asks, lifting his head up to show his cum covered lips and the grill still in his mouth.

“Ja-Jay..”

“Keep playing with that pussy in my face..” He moaned, sliding his tongue over your clit while you continued to rub circles, keeping your eyes locked on his silver mouth. You had to help him out by wrapping his hair in a ponytail with a hair band you had on your wrist.

“Eat that pussy like it’s yours..” You groaned, rocking your hips into his mouth, listening to him moan on your clit.

“Like I been doing?” He said with a mouth full, sucking on the swollen spot, sneaking two fingers inside while he continued swirling his fat tongue around your soaked pussy.

“Just like you been doing Jay..fuck..” You grunted, moving your hips faster to keep up with his fingers, sneaking that first orgasm out of your body like it belonged to him.

“Oh shitt!” You cried to him as he sucked harder, wanting the next one to follow right after.

“That fucking easy?” He laughed, taking his lips off of you, pumping his fingers on that puffy spot, looking up with a smile.

“It ain’t even been that long and I still know my way around..”

“Put that shit in my mouth..” You huffed, trying to keep from cumming again to prove that bastards point.

“Oh yeah? Here you go, keep talking shit and see where it gets you..” Jabber grins, pulling his thick length out of his sweats rubbing himself off in front of you.

“Eren thought he knew what he was doing too..” You scoffed, leaning forward towards the edge of the bed, getting ready to grab his dick only to receive hard smack against your ass. If the music wasn’t as loud as it was someone would have heard the two of you making up for lost time.

“What’s the word mama?” He asked firmly, yanking your chin up to look at his searing hot gaze.

“Green Daddy..” You beamed, receiving another hard smack on your cheek, feeling Jabber grab a hold of your neck holding his sticky pre-cum covered tip into your mouth, starting at a slow pace to get you back to his shape instead of Erens.

“You’n know how to take me down that throat no more ma?” Jabber smiled, stopping his throats to let you work on his dick. You put one of your hands on his length, swirling your wrist up and down keeping your with your throat, holding his tip all the way to your uvula.

“God damn! That’s what’s i’m talking about, that fucking mouth..” Jabber groans out, pushing your head further and faster, lifting up his tank top to avoid all the spit you were spilling out of your face.

You coughed, gagged and slobbered all on his fat dick, slapping it on your lips and tongue looking up at him with a messy face.

“I love when you get into that shit baby, eat that dick up just like that..that’s what you be giving him?” Jabber pants, sliding out of your mouth to lift you up by your hair which fell out of its original style. There was no way in hell you could go home in the condition he was about to put you in.

“Face in them fucking sheets since you scare someone gon hear you..” He said, flipping you around like you’re weighed nothing to him, arching your face into his sheets and that ass in the air just how like it.

You shook your ass in his face, taking your hands to spread yourself for him, playing with your sopping wet cunt. You loved listening to the noises you both made, touching yourselves to the sight of one another.

While you laid there waiting for him to stick it in, you felt hard leather go across your cheeks, then another one shortly after.

“Shit! Jay!” You whined to him, throwing one of your hands back to stop his swings, but that just made him grab a hold of your wrist, laying another smack on your ass with one of his belts.

“Nah this what you wanted right? You wanted somebody to beat this pussy the way you want huh? He can’t do you like I can baby..”

He lays another heavy smack with the belt taking that same breath to slide himself past those soaking lips and deep inside of your slippery walls mixing the pleasure into your mind causing your eyes to cross. He was always this rough with you and it was exactly what you needed to turn your brain off and into a pile of ecstasy.

“No baby..he can’t..oh he can’t fuck!” You whimpered, throwing your hips back against his already calculated strokes.

“Come on..uh un keep talking that shit i like.” Jabber grunts, laying another smack to your ass with the leather.

“Fuck!” You screamed, your walls tightening around his cock, sucking him down as you came, trembling in his grasp. “Show me how he supposed to fuck me Jabber..What’s he doing wrong?”

“I know what he ain’t doing baby..” Jabber smirks, pulling out of you to squat down on his knees, putting his face deep into your filthy mess licking up and down from your pussy to lick that other pretty hole above her just to plunge himself back into your cunt, slipping his thumb inside of that tight hole.

“Such a nasty ass nigga..” You moaned, biting your lip while you kept pushing your ass back on him, looking back to see he had his shirt off and he still kept that messy ass ponytail you had him earlier.

“I’m nasty mama? Imma nasty what?” He cooed, slowing his strokes down to talk his shit.

“Who you gonn keep running back too? Who gon do you like me?” He went on, slipping his thumb out to grip the sides of your hips reaching down to grab your neck to pull you back.

“Nobody gon fuck me like this Jay..” You cried out, throwing your arm back to pull him closer to your ears and neck,

“No fucking body you understand me?” He whispered into your ear, holding your tits spilling out of the top you wore, pinching and rolling your nipples while he continued to thrust from behind.

“Nobody!!” You screamed out, letting your muscles contract squirting out your sweet juices onto his sheets, making Jabber slip out his still hard dick and rub your clit with his tip purposely making you more sensitive.

“You feel that baby?” Jabber that’s, laying a few slaps on your clit as you gave him a satisfied expression on your face, your body trembling and all.

“I love it when you play with my pussy..” You confessed, flipping over on your back.

“Yeah you love when Daddy get you right huh?”

“I love when you get me right.” You whined, watching his fuchsia eyes scan your body before putting his lips back on yours letting you pull on his hair or whatever you could to get as deep into his skin as you could.

You throw your body weight against him to put yourself on top, taking your hand between your legs to drag his dick back into where it belonged while lazily kissing him all in the mouth, licking and sucking his tongue while he softly bounced you on his length. You grabbed the headboard for support so you could switch from a laying position to sit fully on his dick, squeezing your cunt on him while using your tippy toes to stay on it.

“Ain’t no way you showing out like this for me..” Jabber moaned with a smile, slapping your ass every time you bounced, leaving his hand mark on one of your cheeks.

“Hold my hips baby, get that nut for me Daddy..” You hummed to him, grinding your hips faster feeling your knees burn but you pushed on, letting that sensation form right in the center of your stomach.

The way he threw his head back in pure pleasure forcing you down on his thick, pulsating dick hard enough to leave bruises on your sides.

“Cum in yo pussy Jabber..” You moaned to him, putting your arms around his neck, squeezing your walls tight to suck out all of his sweet white shots, listening to Jabber moan out broken versions of your name, still thrusting what he had left deeper into you.

“Uh un don’t run from this dick..” Jabber growled, flipping the both of you over into your back, restarting the abuse in your gspot. He spread open those pretty legs and gripped on your hips with all his might, rubbing that sensitive nub once more to drive you insane.

He saw you take your hand towards his chest, pushing him off a bit, whining at how it was too much

“Don’t run from this dick Y/n! You can’t run back to him.. you gon feel this..” Jabber growled, putting your hands above your head with one of his hands while the other smoothly wrapped around your throat squeezing tighter with each stroke.

The crazed pink eyed devil laughed as he thrusted into you, throwing your leg over his shoulder to stroke his hips at a better angle, releasing your throat just at the right second to let you breathe.

He lays a few love taps across your face to keep you in this moment. The heroin like effect made your mind loopy, and the only thing in your eyes was him.

“You got one more in you baby girl, one more..” He huffed, picking up his speed while you babbled nonsense to yourself feeling so full of him.

“Gonna cum- cum for you daddy..” You managed to get out, rubbing yourself with your pretty acrylics till Jabber pulled out of heat, cumming all over your stomach and chest , watching the dread head stain his knuckles squeezing out every last bit.

You laid on your back, eyes going in and out of focus as the soft veil of the after glow covered you in sweet bliss.

“If you needed it that bad I would’ve gotten that ass in the car..” Jabber laughs, coming in to lay down on top of you, pushing your now fucked up hairstyle out of your face.

“So all them people could see us outside?” You said, giggling to yourself while you rubbed the side of his face, pushing a loc out of the way.

BANG BANG BANG

“Fuck me Jabber…Ohhhh take that dick..” a voice on the other side mocked.

“I think they hear us already..

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Just the start of Plug! Jabber's debut🙂 enjoy your stay in the playhouse doll.

-MissHoneyBlue

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Taglist @itzyabwoyjabber @chrollohearttags @artbylunaire @lilithrosexoxo @tsukiboo

A big shout out to @the-unsurebird15 for drawing Jabber for me😫😫😫 and they told me they had another one coming…y’all are gonna get fed so good.

(stalker!jabber, cnc, gunplay, mentions of blood, spit play, cheating, manhandling, rough play, crazy loverboy! jabber, stalking, voyeurism, spanking, choking, throat fucking, missionary, backshots, biting, coercion, this is nasty asf)

Songs Playing: She-Tyler the Creator, Haunted by Beyoncé, Coming Down-The Weekend

When you see the ** hit play love

You know the saying “do it for three days to start a routine” or “do it three times so you don’t forget.” Even with these everyday sayings, no matter how many reminders you set, sticky notes you leave around and no amount of accountability friends can stop the brain from blocking out whatever it chooses.

Everyone has those days where you thought you did everything in your mundane routine to find out you left you keys at work, you left the stove on, you forgot to take the trash out, you forgot to lock your door.

You didn’t think nothing of it when you closed your front door, you even did the motion of locking it and thought you heard the click. You just continued on with your day, putting your keys on the hook and throwing your bag on the living room chair.

Even though you sat in an office all day under the draining fluorescent lights, making unnecessary small talk and staying cheerful all the time wore you out, especially since you made yourself important at work, there was no time to forget things.

Kicking off your shoes you headed straight to Willow the dog you shared from a past relationship, for kisses and scratches then to the bathroom to relief yourself from 30 minutes of traffic, taking your phone to check every app you could think of while preparing the shower. That meant the speaker, cutting the water on to the setting of hell and a big t-shirt and panties. You deserved to have the dirt of today burned off with 100 degree water.

Eren was upstairs knocked out and closed off from the world, he worked the night shift which meant he was sleep while you worked and you were sleep when we went in, so there’s was no after work kiss, no debrief on the couch none of that. All you got when you walked in was a loud cheese grater scrapping the walls as he snored and leftovers from last night’s solo meal.

He made up for it whenever he had a few days off, booking trips or throwing a band on you in the mall.

**

You shook your mind from the annoying thoughts, cutting on your speaker to the loudest it could go to drown out the construction noises upstairs, starting the shower with a loud “fwoosh” of the water rushing from the shower head.

You never completed your nightly routine without a mini, one night only, sold out performance, taking the time to admire your body and seeing if you were as flexible as your thoughts perceived you to be.

The next step? Tying up your long waist length braids into a bun, and securing it with your favorite bonnet-scarf combo. The thumps of the bass booming out of your speaker mixed in with your vocals, and the crazy acoustics, you were mindlessly going through your normal day.

You didn’t even hear him slip past your front door.

Clouds of steam rolled onto the big vanity styled mirror, fogging up some of your view like bubbles on boiling water telling you it’s ready.

You slipped off the rest of your work clothes, tossing them into a dirty laundry pile, shaking your ass in the mirror one more time before finally hopping into the piping hot shower, pulling the shower curtain shut to start the next routine.

A loud text comes through to your phone, muting your music tremendously almost hearing the man sneak into your living room but the music bounced back in so you told yourself

“The text can wait I just got in..”

A risky, yet calculated tactic to see who was in the shower, once his theory was confirmed he pushed forward while you did the same, not knowing there was someone waiting for you in the other room.

It didn’t stop there.

You didn’t forget to feed your baby Willow this morning, how could you when she’s in your ear at 7 in the morning barking up a storm? She’s always making noise whenever you came in.

You didn’t forget to get gas this morning or stopping by your favorite breakfast spot, you did the same thing yesterday and the day before that, nothing new.

So easy, so innocent, so…. predictable.

Taking your favorite soap you lather the suds onto your washrag, letting the hot water condense itself back into steam pouring out from the small crack underneath the door, singing the sinister lyrics as loud as you could.

From your arms, your chest, your stomach to your legs, you let your mind wander in the shower since it was the only time you and your body had a moment to be present, to be aware, alert, conscious enough to appreciate every detail but not enough to feel the sudden drop in the atmosphere as the man successfully made it to his first stop of the night.

It wasn’t long before the density of the condensed water droplets got to you, giving you the usual lightheaded feeling, leaning forward you cut the shower off listening to the intensity of the drain suck down the rest of the water in the shower, cutting the music down just a tad so you could see.

The mirror dripped in excess water leaving you to see a watery outline of your body, you walked to the door to open it just a little more to give yourself some air, taking a part of your towel to wipe down the mirror to start the next routine, skin and body care.

His favorite tv show.

You pat yourself on the face to bring you back into this realm, giving your wet face another glance in the giant mirror as the smoke rose out through the fan you cut on to speed up the process.

Illuminating pink orbs glimmer in the reflection of mirror showing through the cracked door, making your eyes blink erasing the image completely. You turned around quick to check if the steam was making you look crazy.

You were, looking around the empty room with a short chuckle to yourself.

“My paranoid ass, I need to go to bed..” You spoke to your self, holding the sides of your temples to give them a push and rub.

You just broke it off what a week ago? You blocked his number, ignored his burner phone calls and told him if he did anything stupid prison would be the last place to worry about. It was a stupid threat

Jabber wasn’t scared of going to jail.

“I’ll get ready in the room then..” You went on, grabbing the blue towel from the counter, wrapping your soaking wet body being air dried by the cool air from the room, you rubbed over your soft supple breasts, going over them twice then sliding down to that pudgy waist dragging the towel around to go over your smooth plump cheeks, hoping to lather your body with baby oil.

Grabbing the towel back towards the front of your body, you wrapped it around so you could squeeze it tight to fill out your body frame and tied it off in the front, bending over to pick up your clothes so you could lotion up on the bed.

There it was again

That same hot pink color flashing back at you, directly at you. You jerked forward to look again with a squint in your eye to see if it would disappear again.

It didn’t.

“The fuck?” You cursed harshly, stepping back but the pink orbs grew in size at a speed your brain couldn’t comprehend, you found your esophagus enclosed by tatted fingers and a familiar scent flooding into your mind.

“Gotchu..” His raspy voice whispered.

Your foot lunged out kicking him in the stomach, causing Jabber to let out a low grunt followed by a building chuckle, this only made his grip tighten around your throat. Your nails dug into his hand wriggling agaisnt the wall behind you, the useless towel dropping beneath you to pool at your still wet toes.

"J-Jabber you-!"

"Shh sh shhh mama, I'm here now. Ain't no way you just gon leave me for this wannabe ass nigga.." He muttered, his face being lit up by the bathroom light.

*whack*

You took your hand right across his face, throwing his guard off just enough to release the pressure around your neck, pushing his chest back hard.

"You really lost yo shit this time! How the fuck you get in my hous-"

He grabs at your arm hard swinging your naked body around towards the bed, his cheek just under his eye marked with a scratch from your acrylic, the scar slit open letting a bruised red color pour from his cheek and a horrifying smile plastered on face.

You throw your legs in a bicycle motion towards the crazed man wondering why your heart palpitated in your chest and inside of your core, you were confused as to how the hell he even got in and why the thought of him going through all of this just to get to you made your pussy clench.

You were about to have another reason to shower.

He caught one of your ankles in his cold ring covered hand, dragging you closer to his body, your other leg tried to lay another blow onto him but got caught up in the same trap as the first one.

"What's he got huh?" He growled, pulling your legs around his waist, leaning down to try and pin your arms back to your sheets. "You think-" he struggled, feeling how strong you resisted under his weight, laughing at your attempts to push him off.

He knew how much you truly wanted him to stay, he wouldn't have followed you home from work if you didn't!

"You think you can just- up and walk away from me?"

"You're fucking crazy Jabber!' You voice rose in volume enough for the walls to catch light of it. Your breaths picked up in speed from the high settling in as the adrenaline spiked throughout your system.

You leaned up to snatch a couple of locs with a semi-free hand, pulling with enough force if you had the intention you could've pulled them out of his scalp. His head jerks down as his voice cracks from the sudden sharp stinging feeling burned into his scalp, grinning up at you with those evil ass pink eyes.

"About yo ass i'll take it there, c'mere.."

Is he playing a sick game with you? If he was why were you playing along? Why didn't you stop him from palming himself while he watched you step out of the shower? Why didn't you stop him when he picked you up into the air like you were a mere feather in the wind?

Why didn't you push his lips away?

"N-nigga move.." You moaned, feeling his cold ring covered hands cupping at the slick skin of your ass, nipping at your neck. The music of your speaker continued to play in the back ground covering the soft noises of Jabber returning to that spot on your neck, you felt his razor sharp teeth push through the skin sending a burning sensation down your spine.

"Come move me..yo pretty ass thought you could get rid of me, how many times you let that nigga eat my nut out yo pussy?" He grumbled near your ear, sending that shiver down your body.

"J-Jay! Get out! Get off of me! Stop this silly ass shit!" You spat, pushing at his shoulders to get him to let you down.

"I ain't leaving shit!" He cursed back, tossing you onto the bed with a hard bounce, following you as you inched backwards until your cranium connected with your headboard, giving you no room to run.

"He is UP. STAIRS!"

"I don't give. a fuck." Jabber growled, lunging forward to smush his plump lips into yours, you push him by the neck squeezing with a large amout of force only to feel his hand creep over yours signaling you to go harder.

So you did.

You took your tongue and shoved it into his mouth trying to close the gap betwen your thumb and the rest of your fingers, playing tug of war on who was in control.

A soft whimper left his lips once he felt your sharp acrylics pinch the sides of his neck, the sharp heartbeat intensifying oh so deep between your damp thighs.

He bites down on your lip hard, listening to you whine from the pain, taking your free hand to lay another loose smack on his face, pulling him in with another yank to his locs. Your bedroom door was wide open and your ex was sprawled on top of you, fighting to get what he wanted and the battle was coming close to an end.

"Mmm! Fuck! Hit me again..Hit me y/n!" he cursed against your lips tasting the small bits of blood from your mouth going through with his command. You fought in your mind between pushing him away or embracing the thrill, the only thing on his mind was to be inside of you, to make his territory the right fucking way.

He pulled away violenlty to snatch off the black hoodie concealing that sexy ass gold chain dangling off his rich, brown tatted skin. You love the way his sleeve grew from his wrist all the way to his chest, your name being the biggest plastered on his right pec.

Jabber took his hand to grip you up by the back of your neck while his other pulled down his black sweats, letting his dick flop right in front of your face. He shoved your head down on his shaft with no warning, yanking it right back out so you could collect spit in your throat only to push back in, letting spit lines form on his tip.

*Gargle, Slurp*

"Thinkin shit sweet wit me.." Jabber muttered, repeating the process of shoving his long length down your throat, each time you took him deeper until you reached his happy trail showing prominently on his stomach. "Eat all that dick up since you think you grown!" He said through gritted teeth, picking up a steady rhythm.

There was no time to add your hand to the mix, your face turned into a sex hole made purely for his satifaction. You stuck your tongue out for more assitance to avoid the burning feeling stuck in the back of your throat, tears pooled in your eyes but you knew there was no one here to care for your sympathy.

This was your own wrongdoing.

"Uh uh! Wipe them fucking tears ma.." Jabber spat, pulling out of your mouth only to wipe off the running tears, licking the salty substance. You coughed hard sticking out your tongue to let the spit fall right off of it, Jabber took his length to tap it in the flithy mess, a dirty smile rising on his cheeks seeing you finally come to your senses.

"Heyyyy mama...." He grinned, going back in to fuck your face stupid. He had a tight grip on the back of your skull pulling you in just as much as he waas pumping. You could feel how easily he slid past your gag reflex fitting his dick in like a cocksleeve.

The way his voice scraped your ears with the perfect amount of rasp, whining in that tone you loved so much, you knew he was close by the way his cock twitched in your chest. You wrapped your lips around his girthy length humming a nasty vibration against his shaft, you moved your neck back to swirl circles around his tip hole, finally being greeted with the sweet and salty taste of his cum shooting on your lips.

"Ahhh fuck y/n!" His voice echoing on the walls, you could've sworn you heard Eren stop snoring 10 minutes ago. You hold onto his dick with one of your hands giving it a tight squeeze to try and get him to quiet down but he didn't give a fuck about his volume!

"Let that bitch hear you!" He said a bit louder, wrapping his fingers back around your throat to push you back into your now damp sheets. He had his other hand on his cock tapping that swollen tip on your clit, rubbing it side to side in it's sticky mess pouring out of that creamy hole.

The grasp on your neck tighten while his dick pushed forward pushing past that wall to get to that spongy spot hiding from him, he was sick of you hiding from him! He leaned down enough to where the gold chain dangled in your face while he pumped his fat dick inside of those pink and white walls.

"Ouuu fuck!" You cried out, feeling that nigga stretch you out to the max and he wasn't done, he still had a few more inches to go!

"Gon block me but I got you screamin like this.." He whispered, stroking at a painfully slow pace, the sounds of your skin slapping together with each thrust.

"N-No! No Jabber!" You whined to him, digging your nails into the forearm still holding onto your neck.

"Ion wanna hear that shit.." He grunts, picking up the pace once he looked down to see a filty ring of white painted on his length, that pussy opened up for him to dig deeper switching from your neck to pin down both of your arms.

The way your orgasm rose to the top of the mountain with not much effort you didn't know how much "fight" you had left in you. You missed the way his dick abused your walls, how good he felt being pressed against your body. His plan was working, he already had your pussy in the palm of his hand and your mind wasn't too far behind.

"Pleaseeee Daddy! Oh fuck me..mmhmmm give me that shit!" You grunt, bucking your hips up as his movements picked up speed. "Crazy ass b-breaking in to-my-"

"Don't leave yo door unlocked next time.." He said with a evil giggle, drilling into your sopping wet cunt like a filthy animal in heat. Those disgusting noises only grew louder due to your pussy squirting up a fountain, spraying his dick with your scent. You rubbed fast circles on your clit to push more out as the sounds of your juices dropping onto the bed made Jabber pound harder.

He popped his dick out for a split second only to plunge into you with a snap of his hips, causing you to scream out his name. You kept up with the nickname "ragdoll" he gave you all those months ago as he tossed you onto your stomach, pushing your back into a dramatic arch laying heavy smacks to your ass.

"Make that shit shake just how I like.." He laughed, spreading his fingers for another wide hard smack on your cheeks

"Baby! You good?" A voice called from upstairs, you heard his feet walk around and knew he was heading for the stairs

"Jabber you gotta go! Now!" You whispered, lifting your head up from throwing your ass around.

"I ain't gotta do nothin but handle my shit like I was doing!" He spat, pushing your head back down so he could line himself up with your soaking cunt.

The footsteps grew louder and Jabbers cock pushed further inside of you, back where it belonged. The creak in the steps make your clit perk up only adding to the sloppy thrusts Jabber laid into you. He let one of his hand slip in the pocket of his sweats, pushing his hips up while he watched your ass recoil on his tip.

Your hands latched onto the sheets so hard you almost felt your nail go through the material, it didn’t matter if your face was buried in your sheets, the whole damn block heard this nigga drilling in your stomach.

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? ARE YOU SERIOUS?” You heard your boyfriend’s voice pierced through your ears and your heart drop out of your skin.

“She almost done sit right there.” Jabber spat, pulling a pretty silver piece of metal between him and Eren, his finger ready to go at any second, still…pounding into you.

“WHO IS-IS THIS..”

“J-Jabber…what are..Eren..” You moaned out, pushing your hips back further onto his throbbing length clamping your walls down on him as your eyes closed shut screaming Jabbers name.

“YO FUCKING EX? THE SAME-“

“Look at her…I said LOOK nigga.” Jabber laughs, taking his other free hand to hook his fingers around your neck forcing you to look back at Eren shirtless staring at you with a tent forming in his night pants.

He covered it with his hand, taking a step back from Jabbers toy he had pointed at his chest. Eren had mentioned a threesome plenty of times before but he was only down to do it you brought a friend along.

Some nights when you and him get drunk at the strip club you whisper in his ear which one was the prettiest, which one had the fattest ass.

The thought of having another man slip inside of you boiled his blood hotter than the room you all were in.

So why was he holding himself in his pants?

From how hard Jabber was rutting into you, you couldn’t keep the eye contact with Eren, was he just standing there..watching you? Your nipples perked with excitement while your brain cursed you for being such a slut.

You were enjoying every second.

“B-Baby..i…fuck..” You babbled trying to form any sentence to defend your self but what good was it? You weren’t gonna deny the dick Jabber was giving you in the moment, wasn’t melting your brain into a puddle.

“Nah don’t say nothin baby..I think she doing enough talking...” He grunts, feeling his balls tighten up on him he put his other hand on your back giving him some assistance to handle the ripples bouncing against his dick.

He let go of your neck, plopping your face back into the sheets as he became more sporadic. Lowering his hand down to focus on what he snuck over to do in the first place.

“Is this what you meant by “we even”? That lil joke you said back at Nico’s?” Eren uttered, holding to the growing heat he was doing a shit job at hiding.

You were only playing at Nicos—partially.

This was not the first time Jabber decided to sneak up on you, when y’all were together your job was like a third house to him. The work bathroom was almost his favorite place to get you, it was tied to with Erens house when he was sleeping.

Now he wanted that wall between you and him to crash seeing as he loved you too much to see anybody else with you! It was only right to claim you in from of him. His plan was nearly to completion!

“I-i’m sorr—oh shit..yes Jay!”

“Shut that shit up..” Jabber growled, both men listening to your cries, your pussy filling the silence sitting in the room. “Don’t worry lil nigga, you’ll get a turn, i’ll let you say goodbye..” He taunted the brown haired man, a slick smile crawling on his cheeks.

“Watch me make her say something different..” He muttered, trying to make it seem like he wasn’t biting his lip looking at how hazy your eyes were.

How your ass looked plopping up and down on Jays dick, the strain pulling on your voice trying merge his name with Jabbers, he was mad as fuck but so fucking hard at the same time.

“I’m finna cum again Jay..” You panted, angling your hand to rub your clit from under you. The sounds of your nails hitting together made Eren huff air through his nose.

It wasn’t long before hot thick webs decorated the inside of your silky walls, he bit his lip to hide his nasty groans, pulling out so Eren could see his girlfriends pussy covered in cum that wasn’t his own.

You were a cum filled mess, your hair fell out of your bonnet, your legs felt like rubber and your mind went its favorite place Jabber would always send it to.

La La Land.

“Ight nigga you can get out..lock the door when you do..”

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I must say, you all deserved this one and may i take full responsibility for the person you become after this and i can’t wait to see you all again if Miss Honey allows it.

-Daija

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