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He always found a clever way to inch himself under your skin, if he wasn't running his mouth, he was finding more physical ways to get a reaction out of you. At first you ignored his antics, ignored his presence as best as you could and his unwavering smug smile that would haunt your filthy dreams at night, you felt like you had the upper hand. Watching his face drop whenever his words didn't pierce you like it did the others, only the people that could "handle" their own could even be considered worthy in his eyes.

That was until he realized what you were doing and it only added more fuel to his fire, it was like he smelled the true anger burning in your sweet, warm amber scent, he couldn't get the thought of you crumbling down to his feet begging for mercy out of his mind. He was determined to have you as his next challenge, he saw you merely as another wall to demolish down, and that's exactly what you wanted.

"Aye, you hear me talking to you!" Jabber spoke up, watching you walk past him once again, ignoring his ignorant rambles. He stood by the light post near your house wearing an oversized grey jacket with a black tank top underneath

"Where do you get off stalking me?"

"Stop with the meek frail shit, you're starting to piss me off." He walks closer, rolling his eyes.

"Is there something you need from me, Jabber?" You leaned forward. "You don't wanna cause a scene in front of my neighbors? Getting bitched out by a girl ain't a good look.."

"You think I give a fuck about a look?"

"It's obvious you do, you keep barking at me to look at you."

Jabber laughs while fiddling with his rings on his fingers, licking his lips as he analyzed your eyes and then your lips.

"You miss this dick don't you?"

"Fuck you Jabber, I'm not going through this shit with you again, I got to get ho-"

"If you didn't miss the way I bullied that pussy you wouldn’t be touching yourself to our old messages would you? Don’t worry ma, he still throbbing for you." He snickers, his eyes widening as he towered over you.

It had been 6 months since you and him cut it off for good and when you mean the both of you, it meant cutting him off completely while he lost his shit trying to contact you through every possible way to communicate. This nigga sent you letters, emails from different accounts, called your house phone, your mamas house, and even showed up to your job. He took a step further by watching you walk home which put you in this predicament today.

It pissed you off that he was partially correct, it pained you that you were turned on by the fact that he had you every move memorized and if you took three steps ahead he'd already be there. You knew how particular he was and just how psychotic he could get and now he was about to show how much he changed.

You weren't afraid of him, no matter how many times people warned you about his character, warned you about his fits, your heart felt molded to love him. It wasn't about holding your own with him, the both of you had a high level of respect for each other but in this moment it was all out of the window. You couldn't hide it any longer.

"You got so much fucking mouth when I'm all in your face but when that dick kisses the back of my throat you whimper like a bitch.."

"There she is, keep talking.." Jabber smiled widely, backing towards your house, he was setting you up in the most twisted way and like a moth to flame you followed but with your own intentions.

"I don't do much talking Jabber.."

"Not when your mouth is full..I know how much you wanna pull it out, it makes me harder knowing you're fighting that urge.." He taunts, grabbing at the tent of his pants.

Your jaw clenched at his stupidly cute taunts like he was dumb video game character, you hated how hard he tried to get a geniune smile out of you when all you felt when you looked at him in this moment was rage, pure passionate thigh clenching rage.

What you two had was unstoppable and he ruined it all because he "needed to work on himself" that was bullshit! He wanted to start summer off single and flock to the nearest bitch with an ego complex, you were tired of his shit and yet you found yourself back into his web, you could pull yourself out just like the last time.

It doesn't matter if he was standing in your living room, peering down to look at you with his big hot fuchsia pink eyes, he was trying to corner you but you had enough of his stupid tactics. You needed to get it out of your system, you needed to get him out of your system.

"I'm sick of this shit." You muttered, grabbing a handful of his thick locs, forcing his lips to to lock onto with yours. He chuckles in between your lips, biting down hard enough to pierce through your skin as you moaned in his mouth, sharing the copper tasting liquid.

He pushes you off against the wall with a hard slam, the tent in his pants grazing your leg as he inches back in to close the gap between the two of you. That's how all of your sessions ended up, you starting off strong taking the upper hand and having him play into your hands only for him to scoop you up and pummel you into the ground like a sex crazed lunatic. He made you feel like you could burn his brain into putty and turn him into a cum-trained slut only to flip the script on you, but tonight was the final straw.

"This is all I've been waiting for.." He trailed off, gripping both of your hands together tightly with one big slender hand, tilting his head like he was playing with his food before he devoured you in one bite.

"For you to give into those urges you've been fighting off huh? Doesn't it drive you insane that after all this time, that pussy still clenches to my shape, I bet it still remembers the way my tongue feels, your weak ass toys can't compare to what Jabber can do.." He whispered, letting his lips outline the crest of your ears. You jerked your clasped hands once causing his to snicker, then twice and repeating that motion watching his reaction to you trying to escape.

"That's it baby, you almost got it. Try kicking at me..fuck you got me hard!" He laughed, dropped the hold on your arms catching you by the throat. With your hand free you held them together shoving them down on his hand, loosening his grip enough to kick him off of you. A sadistic smile grew on your face as the nonchalant role you wanted to play so bad fell, you miss this rush of dopamine clouding your thoughts like a fresh hit of heroin, the adrenaline of hearing his voice curse your name when the two of you got into and the best part.

Making up after a bad fight.

He fell back, growling with excitement keeping a close eye on you walking towards him. Your pants couldn't keep back the lust dripping out of them, he could probably smell how slick your thighs had become and it riled you up even more.

"Atta girl, Up here ma, right here on my face." He giggled with excitement, palming himself in his sweats. "Show me how much you miss me, I want another bruise 'round my neck like last time." He beamed, squeezing his fingers in a come here motion.

"No you come here.." You spat, yanking him up off the living room floor by his locs. He sucks in air from how hard you pulled, glaring up at you pulling down your pants to shove his face in the middle of the dripping mess you'd made.

His eyes never left yours while his tongue drug irritatingly slow strokes back on forth, no matter how hard you shoved his face deeper he kept lapping at the slow pace and his eyes pierced your body like a hot needle going straight for your stomach. They were lazily gazing up with look that meant 'more'"

“More? You want more? Just won't..stopp..fucking..callingg..mee.." You groaned, softening your grip on his hair, using your hips to continue grinding on his warm tongue.

He moaned in response, each time with more passion than the last. He took both of his hands to palm your thick, plump ass, digging his nails so deep that your skin folded over his fingers, it was like he wanted to give you flashbacks.

“More..mhhng..come on mama fuck my face like you mean that shit.” He said muffled under your soaked cunt. He slobbered and sucked on your clit by wrapping his lips around it lazily, sliding his face up and down not giving a fuck about the mess on his chin.

It dribbled down past his neck all the way down to his tank top and he drug a free hand to his neck to collect your slick mess using it to lubricate himself. He couldn’t contain the zaps and stings of pain from the yanking and tugging of his hair, it sent shots of adrenaline straight to his dick.

The nasty squelching of him stroking himself and devouring your dripping mess sent your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, you bucked your hips deep into his mouth, feeling his tongue curl up to hit that spot.

“If i cum in your mouth you gon stop talking shit?” You growled, squeezing your thighs tight around his skull, feeling his tongue curl up inside of you pushing you closer to the edge.

The pressure from his head being smushed together caused him to moan hysterically with a couple laughs mixed as he shot thick ,pretty white ropes all over his knuckles, staining his light happy trail. He groaned into your pussy while still playing with his tip so he could overstimulate himself.

His filthy moans vibrated right against that swollen clit making your legs tense up, cumming all in his mouth. He made sure to swallow as much as he could before pulling off with a slight ‘pop’ sound. Your head was in such a daze that you lost some of the grip on some of his locs giving him a chance to lean up on the bottom of the couch. You looked down to meet his gaze and still he had that same sadistic smile plastered on his face.

“You got more in you I know you fucking do! You meant what you said right?” He panted, reaching up to grab you at the sides of your waist plunging you down on his thick shaft and just like he said you adjusted to his shape like a missing puzzle piece. He didn’t need to move around to find the spot, he didn’t have to ease his way past your cervix, he went inside like he lived there.

You took this opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck to arch your back, moving your hips up and down to match what felt like calculated strokes, like he knew how many it strokes it takes to make you cum and he wanted to beat his record every time. His girth bruised your walls with every thrust he gave you, fluttering your eyes while you screamed his name.

“I… can’t fucking..ooh Jabber I can’t fucking stand you..” You cried out, holding on to the edge of the couch, throwing your hips around just the way liked it. he couldn’t help but to reclaim his filthy lil bitch by spanking you every time you came down on him.

“You gon get that nut outta me mama? Don’t fucking stop..” He lays another hard smack on your ass.

“I ain’t gon fucking stop Daddy, cum in yo pussy..” You beamed, biting your lips while you held onto his head all until your legs gave out. He bear hugged you by wrapping his arms around your waist, drilling you from underneath. As much as you wanted to scream his name to the top of your lungs, you and him both knew the neighbors weren’t too far away from banging on your walls to get you to shut the hell up, but the voyeristic bastard wanted them to hear, he wanted to put on a show.

You tried to stop yourself from screaming by chomping down on his shoulder, wrapping your legs around him as hard as you could, letting your filthy juices mix is with his precum pouring out of you. H e could feel your walls throbbing against his tip, pulsating that feeling in the way to his stomach dragging up his spine to reach his brain. It was only right to claim you back.

Jabber picks you up off of his cock letting his eyes be mesmerized by the sweet nectar leaking from the both of you. He was far too gone to be stopped now, you knew exactly what you signed up for and you were loving every second of him tossing and handling you around like a rag doll. He made you bend over the couch with your hands stuck to the wall purposely facing where the neighbors were exactly next door.

He gave no warning when he split you right back open in the middle, sucking his teeth at how you were still so fucking tight. You gripped him like a vice at the same time fitting smooth a slick glove, it drove him crazy. One of his hands made it over your mouth, muffling you as he started to pound into your stomach, each stroke blurring your vision.

“Mhmmmm! Keeppp fuckinggg meee..” You cried out, slipping one hand off of the wall losing your balance.

“Nah do what the fuck you said you was gonna do!” He growled, forcing your face deep into the cushions, he grabbed both of your hands pulling you back, forcing you to take every inch of him. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes but you couldn’t fake the smile that was written all over. The warm spot of euphoria he kept puncturing over and over again, how he fucked you like he hated your guts but every chance he got he disappeared in them.

“You ain’t shit Jabber! FUCK! I hate you!” You screamed.

“I hate you too mama, I. Hate. You. Baddddd..” He moaned, slowing down the strokes, dragging his shaft back and forth against your walls.

“I hate this dick Daddy, I hate this shit..” You repeated, pushing your hips back against him. He eased up on your arms letting you and your body slowly take back the wheel. You slowed your movements down and the both of you listened to the sloppy noises you and him were making, you..missed him.

“Sshit, just like that baby. Who dick is this? Hm? I love you too mama..” He teased, trailing kisses up and down your spine, picking up the pace.

“This my dick..” You moaned, moving your hips a bit faster than him. He watched as your ass bounced on him, throwing more spanks across your already burning hot skin, you were decorated in black and red welts from his rings.

“Yeah? This yo dick? Hmm? Come on baby girl..give it to me..” He cooed, guiding you faster on his tip, you could feel him twitching inside of you before a small flutter in your stomach grew. The grip on your hips tighten as Jabber went deeper inside of you, bottoming out to reach the tip of your cervix.

“It’s all yours Jabber, show me who you are hmm? You think you’re the strongest? Can you tire me out.?” You taunted, moaning in between words while he pumped harder into you, digging his nails deep into your sides. He was like a filthy animal rutting into something in the wild and you were his bitch in heat.

“I love when you talk like that..” He whined, thrusting into you frantically before releasing more stripes of cum nestling deep inside of your womb, you felt your stomach swell in size and the dopamine of being filled to brim settle in. You came right after he pulled out and he watched, using his tip to rub your clit to pull more out of you.

You looked back at him and then down to his still rock hard cock, his eyes were still open wide and that smug ass smile was still there. Round 3 was imminent.

“Mmcht, don’t tell me you tapping out, I haven’t got to apologize yet..”

“So what did you just give me then?”

“Had to show you who Jabber was baby..You know who it is..”

I hope you guys like this little one shot I wrote out of nowhere, they will be more, I cannot get this mf out of my head! Lemme know how you like!!

Part 2

Very intimate and romantic person who will usually initiate sex with wine and maybe chocolates while lounging on an expensive couch in front of a fireplace, that’s how serious and focused he is when it comes to making love to his partner.

Tops more than he bottoms. I’m talkin’ like a 9 outta 10 times he’ll be the top, and only really bottoms if his partner begs to top him. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it, he’s just a natural service top.

Despite being a top, he’s more often than not submissive most of the time. Even when he’s dominant, Rikiya will, without a doubt, bend to the will of his partner. Might be a lil teasing about it, but he’ll still comply, especially if they beg and plead so nicely for him.

Easily flustered and riled up, and he sucks at trying to hide it, too. But his horniness is usually mistaken for general frustration, since depending on how pent up he is, he’ll start growing stress markings despite not being “stressed” in the traditional sense.

Just look for the red tint at the tips of his ears, and that’s how you can tell the difference.

Secretly loves being subtly teased in public. Goes nuts for his partner touching his thigh in meetings, or whispering dirty things when they stop for a quick chat in the halls before kissing his cheek and heading off to wherever it was they were going.

However, he can dish it back just as much as he receives it, too! Enjoys giving light touches to his partners lower back when they talk to others, sweet nothings in their ear in passing and sealing the deal with a small nip to the tip of their ear – if he’s horny enough, he’ll even go as far as to make out over his desk and mark up their neck.

Going off that, 90% of the time the two of them end up having sex on his desk anyway. His/his partners office and some meeting rooms are the only public places he’ll have sex, and the door MUST be locked.

Although, he sometimes fantasizes about someone walking in on him absolutely railing his partner, clothes rumpled and bunched up as he ruts into them mercilessly, not caring enough to stop and tell the person off. But he’s too much of a softy to follow through with it, plus he cares more for his partner’s reputation than his own.

If he’s insanely worked up, he might accidentally activate his quirk a little, his arms and torso growing a bit with the black tendrils of stress. Nearly breaks the headboard or desk when he cums after that.

Will apologize PROFUSELY when that happens, but if his partner’s into it, he might consider “accidentally” activating it again.

Loves having his wrists tied back as his partner rides him, knowing he could easily break out of his binds if he wanted to, but gets a thrill out of being used for his lover’s pleasure.

But, again, if he’s desperate enough? He’ll summon his quirk and snap out of the binds, surprising his partner just before he takes control and rails them.

He may not look like the type, but Rikiya tends to enjoy using toys now and again, as long as its with his partner. Bullet vibes, cock rings, and wand vibes are his favorites.

Has an insane amount of stamina and low refractory period, likely due to how much energy he stores up with his quirk. Gatta relieve that stress somehow, y’know?

On top of that, Rikiya LOVES being milked and overstimulated. He’ll give his partner however many orgasms he can give. Anything for them.

Prefers to cum inside his partner rather than on them, but will cum on them if his partner would rather have that. Can’t deny how good they look with his cum on their face or chest and stomach, though.

Smallest, tiniest hint of a breeding kink if you look deep enough, regardless if his partner can get pregnant or not. He’s a big family man, has always dreamed of being a dad and continuing on his lineage, biologically or not – his morals and principles are more important than his genes in his opinion. If his partner and him are adopting, he’ll insist on cumming inside them a few months prior to the paperwork being finalized, just for the illusion of having a biological child.