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Private Lessons Jabber 😛

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Private Lessons

mdni! Summary: Since freshman year Jabber has had a crush on a girl from his class but he didn't have the balls to talk to her. Despite being a dealer at night he was scared to talk to her. So he kept straight A Jabber and Dealer Jabber separate from him until one night he got a text from a new number.

A/N: This is my first time posting something other than speedart on here. I deadass didn't proof read any of this because I was like fuck it. This is a Smut!

TW: Cum eating, squirting, pussy job, masturbation, biting, car sex, drug use,

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Jabber Jashun Wonger had a problem. 

No it wasn’t school. He excelled really well in school actually. So it wasn’t the chemistry exam sitting on his desk with a bright red 98% written across the top. It wasn’t the three missed calls from one of his customers or the fact that his professor had warned him twice about sleeping during lectures.

His problem was sitting four rows ahead of him.

The pretty brown skin girl he been crushing on since the first semester of starting. He could remember the first time he saw her. He was dropping off an ounce at the girl’s dorm and she was walking around in those jeans that hugged her body just right and that tiny shirt she wore. She was sitting on the local open outside tables on her phone. He never seen her on campus so she had to be a late entry. 

Jabber went on about his day but she was stuck in his head. He didn’t think nothing of if because he seen plenty of pretty girls on campus. The next day in class he saw her sitting four rows ahead of him. 

She leaned over her notebook, resting her cheek against one hand while the professor explained something Jabber had already learned two weeks ago. Her pen moved across the page in slow, neat strokes, her handwriting far prettier than his collection of half-finished equations and violent-looking arrows.

He should have be deadass listening. But he wasn’t and couldn’t focus. He was watching how she bit at her bottom lip, the way her eyebrow slightly raised at something the professor said, and how she kept herself alert by slightly moving her hips. Maybe because the seat might be a little uncomfortable. 

Jabber’s eyes lowered as he slouched a bit while pushed his glasses higher on his nose and dropped his eyes to his paper before anyone caught him staring. Again.

He eventually learned her name from overhearing her friends saying it. 

Y/n. A pretty name for a pretty girl like that. 

Now it was the second semester and he was still hooked on this girl and his friends was sick of it. 

Y/n shared three classes with him that semester. She always arrived early. She preferred sitting near the middle of the room, never too close to the professor but never not close to an exit. She brought snacks into morning lectures and had a habit of biting her bottom lip so she always had some vaseline in her bag.

Jabber noticed everything.

He noticed when she changed perfumes. He noticed when she started wearing a different pair of earrings. He noticed which days she looked tired and which days she came into class smiling at something on her phone.

He also noticed that she rarely spoke to him.

They weren’t strangers. They had worked together during labs. She had borrowed his calculator once. He had explained an assignment to her after class and spent the rest of the day replaying the conversation. It was pathetic.

Absolutely pathetic.

Jabber knew it, too.

During the day, he was one of the best students in the pharmaceutical chemistry program. He could sleep through half a lecture and still answer questions nobody else understood. His notebooks were a disaster, but every page made sense to him. Professors either loved him or wanted to throw him through a window. They couldn’t do much since he was a straight A student.

But at night, he sold weed, pills, and anything else students were willing to pay too much for. Honestly, his friends found it amusing how he majored in something he was selling most of the time. 

It wasn’t something he advertised around campus. People knew because some was some people Jabber knew since highschool and others just followed. He had the good stuff afterall. He didn’t care who he sold it to because money was money. 

But overall he kept those lives separately. In class, he wore glasses and pretended he didn’t see people cheating on their tests. At night, he traded his textbooks for a designer black hoodie and drove around in his purple charger with the deep tinted window where you can hear the music muffled from the outside. 

He didn’t care what most people thought of him but he did care what his little crush thought of him. He wanted her to think he was smart. She look like a girl that liked smart guys considering he saw her a couple of times talking to a few of them.

He had never wanted anyone’s approval before. Then Y/n smiled at him during their second semester, told him he was brilliant after he fixed a mistake in their experiment, and ruined his entire life. 

But today sent him over the edge. 

He felt like some sick pervert when he jerked off in the stall of a bathroom because he wanted to solve the issue instead of dodging people to get to his dorm. His eyes lowered as his hand squeezed tightly around the shaft before he spat on it. He threw his head back as his jaw clenched tightly. 

His mind was flooded with her on his mind. She had to be teasing him in some shape or form because it wasn’t no way she intentionally wore that small ass plaided skirt today. He wanted as she joked a bit this morning with her friend, Brianna. She had on that tight white button up a navy blue plaided skirt on with a pair of white thigh highs and some mary janes. 

She just got her hair did yesterday into some french curls. 

But in lab she was bent over slightly where he could see her little cotton panties underneath that sickening skirt. 

It took a lot for him to not to walk behind her and just use his teeth to rip them right off but he know how he would do it. 

He would tease her first. He wanted to eat her slowly through her panties until she was quivering and whining for him. 

He bit his lip as he used the wall of the stall beside him to hold himself steady as his eyes closed. 

He imaged seeing her soaked lips through those white panties before he could use his teeth to rip the thin fabric. He wonder how sweet she would taste down their concering how sweet she smelled everyday. Her scent drove him over the edge from how much he wanted to lick at her pretty suple skin so badly. 

He wondered what her lips tasted like because she was always either licking at that gloss she wore or comfortable enough to bite at them. He wanted to taste what she was tasting on her lips so badly as his hand went faster. 

His leg trembled a bit as he bit the bottom of his lip to keep himself from making a noise. His body buzzed as his skin got hotter. He kept imaging what she would look like with those same pretty lips wrapped around his dick right now. The thought alone made his hand move faster until that pit in his stomach snapped. 

His groaning was muffled by his teeth nearly piercing his bottom lip. The hot ropes landed in the toilet as he panted a bit as he hissed. 

“Jabber you good?” His eyes opened as he hummed. His eyes lowered seeing he was still hard. He kissed his teeth. 

“Yeah, Man I’m good,” Jabber grunted while putting himself back into his jeans which didn’t help but luckily he had wore a baggy sweater today. 

“You sure? You was in here for a good min,” His friend said as Jabber flushed the toilet and opened the door. 

Jabber smirked at him and reached out at him. His friend dodged it. “You fuckin’ nasty man! I don’t know you was doin’ in there!” 

“I was shitting, since you’re so curious about what I was doing.” Jabber said while walking up to the sink and washing his hands. 

“Whatever man come on before we miss your favorite class~” His friend teased as Jabber sighed and rolled his eyes. 

_______

The professor dismissed the class.

Chairs scraped against the floor while students packed their bags. Jabber remained seated for a moment, pretending to search for something inside his backpack.

Y/n stood near the door with two of her friends.

“I’m serious,” Brianna said. “You always choose the weirdest men.” Y/n shrugged as she put her stuff in her bag. 

“They aren’t weird.”

“You dated a philosophy major.” Brianna pointed out as Y/n scoffed. 

“That was one time, and was young.” Y/n sighed as pouted a bit. 

“Bitch that was literally last year.” Brianna pointed out as Y/n just looked at her and folded her arms. Jabber’s hands slowed as he wasn’t trying to listen in but he just had really excellent hearing which wasn’t a crime. 

Y/n adjusted the strap of her bag. “Besides, I like nerds.”

Her friend laughed. “Nerds?”

“Yes. Actual nerds. Smart, awkward, glasses. All of that. Something about a smart guy just does something to me.” So he was right. She did like smart guys. 

“Plus a nerd is full of surprises, you don’t know if they gonna talk you through it or let you do whatever you want with them.” He nearly dropped his calculator when he heard that. 

“You too pretty to be liking nerds. Plus, Marcus been trying to get on you since the first semester.” 

“Girl I love’em. And Marcus have fucked half the campus including you.” 

“The dick was hella good tho.” 

“Either way, I’m not changingmy mind. I like to be surprised.” Y/n chuckled as they walked into the hallway. Jabber remained still for several seconds, staring at nothing as his eyes lowered. 

“Damn it…” He mumbled as he felt himself getting hard again. He thought about what she said as he walked out where his friends was waiting. 

Jabber had never considered himself awkward. Other people probably would have disagreed, especially after watching him spend two years staring at one girl without making a serious move.

He could talk to anyone. He could flirt with anyone. In fact, he has fucked some of his female customers because why not. But this one girl had him all in knots. Y/n made him forget basic vocabulary.

He’ll gain the courage to talk to her eventually.

That evening, Jabber left campus after seven and drove toward the apartment complex behind the eastern dorms. Someone had texted him an order fifteen minutes earlier. The number wasn’t familiar, but that wasn’t unusual. 

He parked near the side entrance and sent a short message.

Outside.

The person replied almost immediately.

Coming.

Jabber leaned back in his seat, one hand resting on the steering wheel as his rings sliver rings gleam a bit. He wore a hoodie that was pulled over his head with his long locs coming out of them, his glasses had been replaced with contacts. Some dark jeans and a pair of new sneakers he bought just two days ago. 

He wanted to at least get a few people before he went to go hang out with his friends and go bowling with them. 

 A small bag sat inside the center console as he listened to the music from his speakers. He was outside of the girls dorm so he was wondering what girl wanted this specific kind of grass from him. He was curious but she was gonna pay a pretty penny for it. 

He didn’t hear the knock at first until the second time finally made him casually look over. His eyes widened before he sat up so quickly his head nearly struck the roof.

Y/n. 

She wore an oversized university hoodie, a pair of black and white dolphin shorts, and slides. Jabber stared at her.

“Fuck me,” he whispered. He rolled down his window as her scent him first. His jaw clenched a bit. She bent slightly and looked inside as their eyes met.  Jabber considered driving away but that would be rude. 

“Jabber?” She questioned. He was trying to play it cool as his mind said yes but…

“No.” He mentally punched himself for saying that dumb shit. Y/n stared at him as this silence took over as they just stared at each other.

She blinked. “No?”

“Wrong car.” 

She glanced at her phone and then at his license plate. “Dude, you texted me thirty seconds ago.” He’s fucking up badly. 

“Could’ve been anybody.”

“I sit two rows in front of you.”

“Coincidence.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You were my lab partner last month.”

“I got a twin.”

“Who, Quin? Sorry to say just because you both have locs don’t mean anything plus he’s lightskinned.” 

“I am too.” 

Y/n stared at him as her eyes narrowed while Jabber kept his face perfectly serious.

Then she laughed.

It caught him off guard. Her entire expression changed when she laughed, shoulders lifting as she covered her mouth with one hand.

Jabber forgot why he wanted to hide.

“You are so strange,” she said.

He lowered the passenger window more. “You ordered?”

“My roommate did. She used my phone because hers died.”

Of course. That made more sense.

Y/n held out the money, but Jabber didn’t take it immediately. He was too aware of her standing beside his car, too aware that this was the closest they had been outside a classroom.

She tilted her head. “Are you gonna make me stand out here all night?”

“I don’t know, I might.” She kissed her teeth at him. 

“Come on man, It’s cold.” He chuckled a bit. 

“It’s seventy degrees.” He smirked a bit. 

“Boy, I’m from the South. That’s cool to me.” She fussed at him. Jabber looked as something just clicked in his head before he unlocked the door. Y/n just looked. 

“I gotta make sure it’s all there so get in so you don’t freeze, Ma.” She sighed and opened the door and got in. Her perfume filled the car instantly.

Jabber had smelled it in class before, something warm and sweet, but it was stronger now. He watched her pull the door shut and tuck one leg beneath herself.

She looked around the car, taking in the dark interior, the papers shoved into the back seat, and the chemistry textbook partially hidden beneath his jacket.

“So this is what you do at night?” She asked. She was far more talkative than he thought. 

“Sometimes.”

“You sell drugs.” 

“You say that like I’m standing outside elementary schools.” She snickered at him. 

“I didn’t say anything like that.”

“You thought it.”

“I was actually thinking your car is cleaner than I expected.” 

He looked at her with that look. “Girl. I seen what girls cars look like on this campus.” 

“It aint that bad but I’m not finna let you slip pass me like I’m trying to scam you. I know how to count, I’m grown.” He grabbed the money and started to count it. 

“You’ll be surprised how many grown ass niggas can’t count and tryin’ to play me.” 

“You think I’m tryin’ to play you?” She asked which made him stop for a bit. 

“Nah, but I don’t know.” He smirked at her as she chuckled. It was quiet for a second as he finished counting. “Alright, I got all it.” He said before he handed her the bag. 

She looked at it, then back at him. “Do you smoke your stuff?” 

He almost laughed. “What kind of question is that?”

“I don’t know how ya’ll do this. My friend smoke I don’t know how to smoke.” 

“Well, yeah I test my own products, I gotta make sure it’s good.” He said. Y/n looked at it for a bit and he didn’t know what was going on in those eyes but something flickered in them. Interest, maybe or even amusement. 

Y/n leaned against the door of the car. “Can you teach me how to roll and smoke it.”Jabber’s pulse stumbled.

He covered it with a lazy smile. “You asking me to come upstairs?” She rolled her eyes at him playfully. 

“I was asking if you wanted to smoke and to teach me if you don’t have anything to do.” He actually did but he wasn’t missing out on this chance. 

“That wasn’t my question.” He said while staring at him as she just sighed. 

“No,” she said. “I’m not asking you upstairs.” He nodded as though he hadn’t expected anything else. “But you can drive us somewhere.”

Jabber’s hand tightened around the steering wheel.

“Ight.” He started the car before he did something embarrassing, like tell her he could listen to her giggle and laugh forever if he could. 

They drove away from the apartment complex and crossed campus. Jabber took them toward an empty parking garage near the athletic center, climbing until they reached the top floor.

The city stretched around them in broken lights. He parked near the edge and turned the engine off, leaving the music playing quietly. For the first few minutes, conversation came in pieces.

Y/n asked how long he had been selling. Jabber gave her vague answers. She asked whether he had ever been caught. He told her he was smarter than the people trying to catch him.

Then she found his notes. Y/n reached into the back seat and pulled out a thick notebook before he could stop her. “Damn, you so damn nosey.” He told her. 

She held it away from him. “First off, I’m a curious person and never been in a drug dealer’s car before.”

“So you trying to go through the same notes we took in class is just pure curiosity to you.” 

“I’m trying to stall a bit okay.” He chuckled at her as he reached across the console, but she opened the notebook.

Her eyebrows rose.

Every page was filled with chemical structures, reactions, calculations, and small comments written in the margins. His handwriting was…messy, but the notes were organized in a way only he understood.

“Aw, that cute you color-coded your notes.” She said. 

“No, I don’t.” His lip turned up at her. 

“Boy, your entire notebook is color-coded by topic. Why you embarrassed it’s cute, I need to do this sometimes.” Jabber snatched it from her and tossed it into the back seat.

“Aint I suppose to teach you how to smoke?” She giggled at him. 

“I’m sorry~” She whined. “I’m just nervous because I don’t smoke.” He pulled out his tray, grinder, and wraps as he prep the stuff. 

“Your friend never taught you?” 

“Not really, I just watched them while they smoked instead. Inhale whatever fumes get into my system.” He hummed as the car got quiet again. 

“What’s your middle name?” He looked at her. 

“Where did that come from?” 

“What I told you I was a curious person.” She shrugged. 

“You working for the ops now?” She chuckled at him. 

“Nah, but my middle name is M/n.” His eyes lowered as he chuckled a bit as he grinded up the weed.

“Jashun. My full name is Jabari Jashun Wonger.” He leaned back a bit and placed the tray into his lap. 

“Pretty name.” 

“Y/n’s a pretty name.” He smirked a bit as she can see diamonds in his grill. “Y/n M/n L/n… A real pretty name for a prettier girl.” The tone in his voice dropped a bit. Her eyes lowered at him as she felt herself rubbing her thighs together. 

“Alright, M/n, you ready?” 

“Boy, call me by my name.” She playfully slapped his shoulder as he chuckled. 

“Alright.” He set the tray back down and placed the stuff in front of her. “I’ll give you some paper since it’s your first and a fliter. So you take some and get a good layer onto your wrap.” He put some in. “And then you roll it just a bit so you can lick the edge of it so it can stick together.” 

She watched as his tongue came out and she saw a ball on it. Jabber had plenty of piercings on his face, honestly he looked handsome with and without them if she image it enough. She shifted in her seat a bit as he slowly licked the paper. 

“Then you tuck and roll it. Rolling is the important part. Havin’ a shitty roll just gonna fuck the whole thing up. Which is why you gonna do it.” 

“You gonna let someone who never roll, roll?” 

“Yeah. you gotta learn.” Y/n looked at it before sighing and tried to roll it but it just looked ugly so she un wrapped it and relicked the part Jabber licked. 

His chest did this thing as he watched her pretty lips get close to it as her fingers neatly rolled the blunt. 

She smiled. “I did it!” She smiled. He just looked. 

“You sure you never rolled before?” 

“Yeah but I just thought it was a tiny burrito,” She said. He just sat there not knowing how to react to that. 

“Alright,” He chuckled. He grabbed the filter and put it on the end and handed it back to her. “Put this between your lips and inhale slowly while I light it for you.” She nodded as she placed the blunt between her lips as and leaned as his jaw tightened as he spark the lighter up. 

He watched as she slowly inhaled the fumes and he pulled the lighter away. “Hold it in just like that…” His voice was low. She held it in as he stared at her lips for a bit. “Ight, now blow it out slowly.” 

She blew it out before coughing. She swatted away the smoke as he chuckled and inhaled the fumes. 

“Some got in the back of my throat.” 

“It’s fine.” He took it from her and inhaled. “Come here, let me help.” Her glossy eyes looked at him as she moved close. “Open your mouth a bit.” He inhaled and got close to her face. His lips ghosted over hers as she felt the heat between her legs itching for something. 

He smelled good. So fucking good. His pretty eyes lowered as he gently blew the smoke into her mouth. Y/n inhaled it and held it in. Her thighs rubbed together because she didn’t know why this was making her hot and bothered. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she kept her eyes on him. 

“Blow.” She blew it out as he inhaled it and pulled away and blew the smoke into the air. He looked at her and smiled a bit. “See it’s not that scary.” 

“Hush.” He chucked as they passed the blunt between each other. 

“Nah, talk to me.” He said lowly with that lazy smile on his face. She rolled her eyes as she relaxed quickly, sinking lower into the passenger seat. Her words became softer and less nervous. She told him about her roommate, her classes, and the professor she was convinced secretly hated her.

Jabber told her the professor hated everyone.

“You’re his favorite,” she said.

“He respects intelligence.” Jabber shrugged. 

“He lets you sleep in class. Which isn’t fair because the second I went to sleep he slammed that big ass book in front of me.” 

“What can I say, the man respects my intelligents, but I don’t sleep that much in class for anyone to notice it anyway.” Y/n scoffs at him as Jabber leaned back in his seat. 

“You snore.”

“I have never snored in my life.” He scoffed back. 

“You did last Tuesday.”

Jabber looked at her. “You were watching me?”

Y/n paused. Then she looked out through the windshield. “Maybe.”

His smile faded into something quieter. “Stalker.” He snickered as she quickly looked at him but the thought that she watches him too did something to him. 

“How does that make me a stalker when everyone else heard it?!” She snapped. 

“Well, nobody brought it up but you so I guess that makes you a stalker,” 

“What sense does that even make?” 

“Mine. Now pass it.”  They sat in comfortable silence for a while. Jabber studied her profile when she wasn’t looking. He had spent so long imagining what it would be like to speak to her outside class that the reality felt almost wrong.

She was easier to talk to than he expected.

She was funny. Blunt. A little strange.

She hummed when she read messages on her phone. She took small bites of the candy he kept in his console and complained that he only had sour flavors. She asked personal questions without making them feel invasive.

Eventually, Y/n reclined her seat and stretched her legs across the console. Her feet settled against his chest. His body stiffed a bit as she leaned against the door. Jabber raised and eyebrow and looked down at her feet. Then he looked at her. She had some pretty feet and it looks like she just got her toes done.“Comfortable?”

“Very. I feel very mellow you know.” He laughed at that. 

“Well, it’s good you’re chill when you’re high.” 

“I’m not high.” 

“Just an hour ago you was being nosey and now it ain’t a peep from you.” 

Y/n pushed lightly against his chest with one foot. “You complaining?” Jabber caught her ankle.

The movement was instinctive as he bit the bottom of his lip a bit. “Nah.” His fingers wrapped around the narrow curve, thumb resting against her skin. Y/n went still, but she didn’t pull away.

Jabber’s eyes followed the line of her leg before returning to her face. “You always put your feet on people you barely know?”

“I know you.” He shifted as his eyes lowered with that smile on his face. 

“You know my name.”

“I know you’re the top student in our class.”

“That’s not knowing me.”

“I know you pretend not to care when professors compliment you, but you sit straighter afterward.” Her dark eyes stared into his as his grip shifted a bit. Y/n continued. “I know you act bored when people ask for help, but you always help them anyway.”

Jabber looked away.

“And I know you’ve been staring at me since freshman year.” The inside of the car went still as his eyes slowly looked at her before he released her ankle. 

She placed it back against his chest as he bet she could feel his heart speeding. His mouth felt dry. 

“You noticed?” He asked finally. 

“Yeah.” That all she said as he looked up at her. He sighed and looked off before his hands needed something to do so he started rubbing her foot. His thumbs pressed slowly into the arch. Y/n exhaled, sinking deeper into the seat.

“That feels good.”

Jabber’s eyes flicked toward her face as he slouched more to get some room in his jeans. He could feel the weight of her attention, heavy and deliberate. He had spent a year trying to read her from across lecture halls. Now she was close enough to touch, she was right here in front of him.

“Why didn’t you ever talk to me?” she asked in a softer tone that stirred something in him. 

“I talked to you.” He said as he tilted his head slightly. 

“You explained assignments to me, that’s different.” 

“That counts.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Jabber’s hands moved up toward her ankle again.

“You never talked to me either.”

“I thought you didn’t like me.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“You don’t have the most pleasant stare you know. Plus it looks like you trying to figure something out about me.”

“Maybe I am.” His voice got softer. The words came out lower than he intended.

Y/n slowly pulled her legs away from him and sat upright. For one terrible second, Jabber thought he had ruined it.

Then she moved closer.

Her knee pressed against his thigh as his body went still.  Y/n reached toward his face and brushed her thumb near the corner of his mouth.

“You had something there.” She whispered a bit. He caught her wrist as neither of them moved.  The music continued quietly around them. Somewhere below, a car passed through the street, headlights briefly cutting across the concrete walls.

“You should be careful,” Jabber said as his eyes stared down at her lips as the air got thick. Y/n swallowed whatever was in her mouth as the heat between her legs was getting irritating and she nearly hated how she shivered a bit. She looked down at him. 

“With you?”

“With the way you’re looking at me.” His husky voice sent a vibration through her as she swallowed the whine in the back of her throat. He stared at those lips as he picked at the bottom of his own lip. 

Fuck it. 

Jabber kissed her before his courage disappeared.

A year of staring, wondering, and imagining what those pretty lips tasted like narrowed down to one word. Cherry.

 His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her close while she climbed over the console and found herself in his lap. He pulled away before she went in for another and another. 

Every time Jabber tried to pull away long enough to think, Y/n followed him, lips brushing his again until thought became useless. Her fingers pushed beneath his hood and into his hair.

He tightened his grip around her waist as he imagined too many times about this. Maybe take her out on a couple of dates but this have never crossed his mind on how he got to kiss her. 

Y/n drew back slightly as Jabber followed without thinking as he can feel her smirk slightly against his mouth. “So needy.”

“Don’t start.” His husky voice said in this warning tone. She lifted her hips as he felt her grind against him as he groaned. 

“You like me, Wonger?” Her hands gently touched him as her fingers brushed against the sides of his face. 

“What if I do?” he groaned out. She looked directly into his eyes. His clouded eyes stared into hers. 

“I like you.” His lowered eyes stared at her as she spoke those three words. Then something just broke open. Jabber kissed her again, harder this time.

His hands locked around her as though she might disappear. Y/n made a surprised sound against his mouth before melting into him, arms curling around his shoulders.

He kissed her until both of them were breathing unevenly. He licked the bottom of her lip as she opened her mouth just for him. His hand slid onto her hips and his fingers brushed the inside of her shorts. Her hips felt naked. 

Y/n deepened the kiss as she sat rolled her hips against him causing them both to groan. Jabber’s thoughts blurred as he wanted to be as close as possible to her. She whispered his name and he forgot every clever response he had ever used.

Y/n pulled back as that line of saliva popped between them. Her clouded eyes looked down at him. “Where are your glasses?” The question caught him off guard honestly. 

Jabber blinked. “What?”

“Your glasses.”

“I’m wearing contacts.”

“I know. Where are they?”

“In the console.”

She leaned across him and opened it. Jabber watched her pull out the case. “What are you doing?”

Y/n opened it and held the glasses toward him. “Put them on.”

His heart started beating faster for an entirely different reason. “Why?”

She smiled. “I know you was listening to me when I said I liked nerds.”He stared at her.

She raised one eyebrow. He took out his contacts with trembling patience, muttering under his breath while Y/n laughed at him. Once he finished, she unfolded his glasses and placed them on his face herself. Her fingers lingered against his temples.

“There,” she whispered. Jabber looked up at her through the lenses. “You look pretty without your glasses but I like you better just like this.”  The teasing remained, but something warmer moved beneath it.

“You’re pretty,” she said.

Jabber’s mind went blank. He had been called attractive before. He’s been called handsome, fine, sexy, strange, and everything else, but this gotta be the first time someone called him pretty. Being called pretty felt really different coming from her. Jabber’s hands tightened around her hips.

“Again.” 

“You’re so pretty, Jabari.” She mumbled as she slid her hands underneath his hoodie. He engulfed her into a kiss as this one felt more needier than the first couple of ones. 

She tugged at his hoodie as he pulled away just nothing to take it off and throw it into the back. His large hands slid up her shorts as he pulled at them. He pulled away. 

“You’re not wearing any underwear? Was you tryin’ to get fucked?” He smirked. 

“No I just-” He cut her off as his fingers ghosted over her heat. Something in his chest bloomed as he stared at her before his finger slid up and down feeling how slick she was. 

She clung to him as he just stared up at her. “Was you teasing me today?” He asked in that husky tone.” 

“Wha-Ah!” 

“That lil ass skirt and bending over in front of me like that…” His middle finger sunk into her slowly as she shivered. “And now you wearing thee lil ass shorts with no panties on.” His other hand slapped her ass as she hissed. “I knew you was a slut,” He lifted her head from his chest as he stared down at her lips. “Just by the way you look.” He kissed her a couple of times before she got tired and deepened the kiss. 

She moaned into his mouth as his middle finger slid in and out of the back back of dripping cunt. His tongue explored her mouth as his mind started to fuz up along with Y/n’s. 

It could be the weed or something else but she pulled away. “Take this off.” He said while motioning to her hoodie. 

Y/n’s eyes lowered before she took off her hoodie and his eyes racked over her bare skin. “Oou, Shii…” She didn’t have nothing under that hoodie. He pulled his hand away to cup her breast. She arched a bit. He leaned down before he engulfed the right one with his mouth as she hissed when pulled and gripped the left one between his thumb and index finger. He pulled her close as he leaned back so he can sink his finger back into her cunt. 

Her fingers tangled into his hair as he added a second finger. Her moans sounded so pretty to him as he peered up at her from his frames. 

He groaned as he felt her get slicker and tighten around his middle and ring finger. He curled them up as her eyes widened. “Ja- *ah~!” He pulled away and switched hands. He sucked on his right fingers. 

“Damn you taste good,” He groaned. He took a long lick of her left nipple before biting a bit as his left fingers sunk into her. She twitched as her head was fuzzy to the point she started to suck and bite at his neck. 

He moaned into her chest as he felt her grip tighten in his locs. His fingers curled into her as the car got hot quickly. He felt her tighten around his fingers again before he pulled away causing a whine leaving her mouth. 

He grabbed her by her braids to pull her away from his neck. He stared at her before he reclined his seat more. He put his black shirt between his teeth as he unbuckled his belt and pulling his pants down a bit. 

Her eyes looked down at his large print in his purple boxers. She saw the wet stain in them. She went to grab but he grabbed her wrist. “Jabber?” 

“Nah. Take’em off.” He said lowly as he laid back. Y/n used the space betwen them and slowly pulled down her shorts. She got back on him as he bit at his bottom lip. “Get it wet for me.” She bent down but he grabbed her hair to stop her. “Nah, I wanna feel that pussy on it.” He said while pulling down his boxers and letting his dick hit his lower stomach. He was big. She doesn’t know how he’s gonna fit. She wasn’t a virgin but it look like he was trying to kill her. 

He saw the look on her face. “Thats why sat get it wet for me but how wet you are now, I should slide in nice and easy. But I need some love too, Ma.” He spanked her a bit. She nodded before her lower lips hugged the base of it before her hips moved. A grunt left his mouth as he moved her hips with his hands. His right thumb went straight to her clit and started rubbing it slowly. 

“F-Fuck~” She choked out as he kept staring at her. “S-Stop staring.” She whimpered. His eyes lowered as he smirked. 

“You look so pretty right now.” He pulled his personal phone from the cupholder and held the camera where her pussy and his cock met at with his thumb still playing with her. “Yeah, just like that…” He recorded until it got interrupted by Quin calling him. He kissed his teeth. 

“W-What?” 

“Nothing keep going.” He said as he answered and put it on speaker. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing. “Wassup?” He asked while setting his phone down on his chest. 

“Man, don’t Wassup me! Where the hell are you?” 

“Out.” Jabber moved her hips faster as her eye twitched. She held her mouth shut with her hands as he smirked a bit. 

“Nigga you out why yo ass suppose to be at this damn bowling alley like an hour ago!” 

“Well something came up.” He groaned. 

“Well, get yo ass here, Brianna said she finna call Y/n to come bowl with us.” Jabber smirked wider as he moved her faster as a groan left from her lips. He watched as she melted. 

“Ooou fuck…But nah man it’s cool.” He said as leaned forward had licked the sweat off her chest and that done it for her. The pit in her stomach overflowed as her eyes rolled back. Jabber groaned as his body stiffened for a second.

“What-” Y/n let out a yelp as he grinded her hips deep into his shaft before he pulled her off and put his shirt between his teeth. He jerked himself off as Y/n got down and opened her mouth as he groaned. 

“Nigga you fucking right now?!” Jabber pointed the tip at her mouth as he came onto her tongue. She wrapped her lips around the tip to make sure she got every bit of it.

“Ah~ F-Fuck~” He groans. He hissed. “I-I…I gotta go man.” 

“Jab-” He hung up the phone and tossed it somewhere as Y/n suck her head down his length. 

“Ooou~ Fuck, Yes~” He moaned. She pulled off and he pulled her up by her neck and kissed her deeply. He licked the inside of her mouth tasting traces of himself inside. He flinched when he felt her hand wrap around him and moved it. He whimpered in her mouth. He pulled away. Just as he did she lined herself up at his tip. 

“W-Wh-” His head threw back as she winced. 

“FUCK!” She yelled. He was so…deep. His fingers tangled into her hair and pulled slightly. 

“Damn you’re tight…” He groaned. His mind fuzzed up as he crumbled right then and there. Y/n composed herself as she leaned forward. Her eyes stared down at him. 

He look like he was so close to falling apart. Her eyes. She was gonna get him there faster. 

Her hips lifted as she slammed herself down. “F-Fu-” She cut him off by lifting her hips and again slamming them back down. 

She saw his eyes was trying to stay open as she rode him. His eyes rolled back as she was trying to keep her eyes open but he kept hitting that spot over and over. Jabber gripped her hips as he slammed her down. 

She let out this high pitched moan but he cut her off by pulling down into his lips. His own hips slammed into hers as the base of dick was getting sloppier by the second. His mind was gone as he felt her gumy wals hugging his dick just right. She was sobbing into his mouth as he was just too gone to notice it. 

Their tongue tangled into each others mouths as he could taste her salty tears flowing right into it. 

She managed to pull away as and rolled her hips as his nails dug into the fat of her hips. He pushed her lips back into his. “Nah…Stay like this for me.” He mumbled into her lips as he kissed her deeper. 

They both was moaning into eachothers mouths as Jabber felt her tighten around him. He hissed before he angled her hips up and shifted his position a bit to have her over him. He pistoned his hips into hers as his hazy eyes stared at her. 

“W-Wa…AH~! J-Jabar-~! Fuck!” Her arms trembled as he threw his head back when he felt her cunt getting painfully tight around him. 

She found herself biting down on his shoulder while pulling at his hair. He pulled out and came hard on his stomach. 

Y/n whined a bit before everything happened so fast. The left side of her face was smushed against the seat as he lifted up her leg. “Ian done with this pussy just yet, Baby.” He shoved himself right back in as she felt her vision blurred up. Her right leg hung over his shoulder as he put his shirt back into mouth. 

His thrusts were brutal and as she managed to put some distance between him and her aching cunt. He just grabbed her hands held them down. 

“Nah, you gonna feel me,” He panted. “Had me fucking my fist for a whole ass year. So you finna feel all of this.” 

Her lip quivered as fat tears spilled from her eyes. He chuckled. “Why you cryin’? You lookin’ real cute and it’s not gonna help.” He laughed at her. 

“You’re so mean!” She sobbed. He continued letting his dick bully her poor pussy as he was losing himself inside of it. 

Jabber felt her getting tighter around him. “Ooou fuck give it to me~” He moaned as he used one of his hands to pin her wrists above her and the other hand rubbing on her clit. The burnning sensation in her stomach slowly boiled over as he leaned down and sucked and kissed on her neck.

So much was going on as her mind went blank and her vision blurred before something in her snapped. 

Her nails pierced her palms as this release came out. Jabber kept going not realizing what happened as he fucked her through her high before pulling out and coming on her chest and some got on her face. 

The hot sticky mess was all over her as she panted as some got in her mouth. His head was stuck between her shoulders as he rubbed his tip between her folds to overstimulate himself a bit longer. 

Y/n whined and squirmed around as he was itching to put himself back in. He teased himself so much. His mind was blank as he basically he teased himself so much using her pussy lips that he came again. He was babbling her name and whispering all types of stuff in her ear causing her to moan a bit. 

He pulled away as it was just hot and sticky between them. His heavy lidded eyes looked at her before bending down to lick some of his cum off her chest. 

“You fucking nasty.” He just shut her up by kissing her. She cuffed his face to deepen the kiss. He pulled away. 

“You saying that but so greedy for a kiss.” 

“I-” She was cut off by her phone vibrating. She looked and saw it was Brianna. She grabbed the phone and answered. 

“Hell-” 

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?” Jabber heard Brianna shouted. Y/n looked up at Jabber who bent down and started using his tongue to clean her up. 

Y/n whined a little. “I’m heading back now.” 

“That don’t explain where the hell are you. I’ve been callin’ you for the past 30 minutes!” 

“What? Why?” Jabber got down and opened her legs and she felt his tongue take a long lick from it before he stucked on her clit. He stared up at her. 

“Because, Jabber is gonna be here but Quin said he’s busy and gonna be there in a bit.” Jabber pulled away. 

“Ian never told that man I was gonna be there.” Y/n’s eyes widened at him as the line went quiet. “Tell them I ain’t coming we’re busy.” He took her phone and hung up. 

“What the hell man-ah~” 

“Youre attention need to be on me right now.” He mumbled into her cunt before he continued to clean her up. 

By the time he finished cleaning, he stayed down there until she came again int his mouth. He said it wasn’t far she made him come so much and she only got to come twice. 

They got dressed before he FINALLY realized his shirt was soaked. “Did you squirt?” He asked as she looked off in embarrassment. He smirked and turned her head and kissed the side of her temple. 

“You’re so cute.” 

“Shut up, Man.” She grumbled as he chuckled and put his hoodie over her. “My hoodie is fine.” 

“Yeah but you mine now, plus you look so cute right now.” She rolled her eyes at him as he chuckled once more before he started the car causing it to roar to life. 

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By the time Jabber drove her back to the dorms, the campus had gone quiet. Y/n sat in the passenger seat wearing his hoodie. Jabber had stopped pretending not to stare at her.

Every few minutes, he glanced toward her, checking that she was still there. She caught him twice but said nothing, only smiling as she looked through the window. The closer they got to her building, the heavier the silence became.

Jabber wanted to ask what happened next.

He wanted to know whether she would speak to him differently in class. Whether she would sit closer. Whether she would answer his messages tomorrow or pretend the entire night had been an impulsive mistake.

He couldn’t make himself ask. For all his intelligence, he had no idea how to handle wanting something he couldn’t control. He pulled up near the side entrance. Y/n unbuckled her seat belt but didn’t immediately open the door.

She looked at him. Jabber raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re staring.”

“You stare at me all the time.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“I’m me.”

Y/n laughed softly.

She leaned over and kissed him once, brief and warm. Jabber’s hand moved toward her automatically, but she pulled away before he could drag her back into his lap. “Goodnight.”

“That’s it?”

“What else were you expecting?”

“I don’t know.”

The honesty escaped before he could catch it. Y/n opened the passenger door and stepped outside.

Cold air rushed into the car.

Jabber watched her close the door and walk toward the entrance. His hoodie fell past her shorts, making her look even smaller beneath the building lights.

He stayed parked as he watched her walk to the side walk before stopping. 

Jabber sat straighter as she just paused before she turned around and walked back toward the car. He lowered the window.

Y/n leaned down, resting her arms against the door. “We have an exam coming up soon.”

Jabber stared at her. “Yeah.”

“I don’t think I’m prepared.”

“You scored higher than most of the class on the last one.” He said. 

“That doesn’t mean I’m prepared.”

“You’re terrible at lying.”

She smiled. “You’re the top student in our class.”

“I’m aware.”

“Do you want to tutor me?” Jabber looked at her for a long moment. Y/n held his gaze, that familiar, dangerous interest returning to her eyes.

“Strictly academic?” he asked.

She reached through the window and adjusted his glasses. “Bring these and find out.”

Before he could respond, she kissed the corner of his mouth and stepped away.

Jabber watched her walk inside the building. The door closed behind her as he remained parked for another minute, staring at the entrance as though she might return.

Then he leaned back against the seat and covered his face with one hand.

His phone buzzed.  A message from Y/n waited on the screen.

Y/n: Wednesday. My apartment. 7 p.m.

Another message appeared.

Y/n: Don’t be late, Professor.

Jabber smiled slowly.

The exam was Friday.

He already knew neither of them would be prepared.

IDK Like I said this is my first smut posting on here, do tell me what you think about it 🫣 I hope I did well and if it goes well, I'll just post more but anyways, I'll have a new Jabber picture at least in a few days after this!

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My first time publishing a one-shot!

I got this 🔥ass Jabber x Reader/ Black Reader that I wanna do so badly and I thought about it and I was like fuck it. I'll start posting my one-shots on here because I generally feel like they should be known. Ugh I can't wait to publish it!😩💕 And it's not just him. I got some for JJK, Tokyo Revengers, DB, Creepypasta, and so much more. I got to the point where I just feel like I need to stop being greedy and just post them already. I got too many NSFW art of Jabber for my eyes and I feel like I should just express that I'm a perv. So do expect something VERY soon. Both a picture and a one-shot.

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I got the idea from someone on TikTok. I know she's on tumblr so i hope she sees it 🤭

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A art commission i did yesterday!

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My commission sheet!

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I know if anyone made fanart of these two yet. I know the game isn't out but i wanted to post my fanart of it

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Did my first comic strip oc x canon commission

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