Summary: Your friend invited you to help him celebrate his first day out! You've only heard about them boys in purple and gold, you've never experienced one for yourself. For good reasons. You know how to handle your liquor and your cool but one cup is all it takes.
!!CW!! Wall fucking, pussy eating, backshots, cum play, spitting, dry humping, mentions of alcohol,
Now playing on HNEY Radio at Playhouse Records..
Lick-JOI
Point in my life- Gucci Mane
Nasty Song- Lil Ru
Trampoline Booty- Kstylis
Freaky Girl- Gucci Mane
Peaches and Eggplants- Young Nudy
p.s (N/n means nickname, f/c mean favorite color)
Greek life swarmed around you at a young age whether you liked it or not. From the time you could walk on two feet you were draped in red with the highest hopes from your mother to continue her legacy. So when you broke the news that you had no interest in crossing you could only imagine how many times she swore up and down she'd disown you but you knew the jokes were out of love. Partially.
Attending college was out of the question in your household whether you went to an HBCU online or on campus you were going to do something for the next four years. As one mom would do to any child of hers going to her old college, she prepped you with all of your supplies, ran her mouth over the college tour guide and gave her own rendition of what went down in each hall and last but surely the most memerable part of her grand speech before sending you off, she simply asked, no begged you to stay away from those Ques.
Your father must've been one the way she battered that statement into your head, all through highschool, all through middle school, warned you in front of the Que plot at the college!
"I don't wanna see you near it!"
"Mama, they leaving us behind!"
"I got people that work out here, they'll tell me!"
You swore to her not to interact, to breathe, let alone think about anything in purple and gold, don't even wear the color. She made it seem like you were signing yourself for a horror movie but you kept up your promise and skated through two years of straight A's, too many sleepless nights and managed to have a decent party life without ending up on anyone's hit list.
Another semester appeared on the campus of Canvas Town University and you snagged one of the best apartments right across the street with your roommate Liyah. You and her had the idea to move in after she had crossed into her sorority so the two of you wouldn't lose touch with one another due to her newly found sisters. Her heart was smashed once you told her you had no interest but you fully supported her during her presentation and went all out decorating her room.
Did you go to the party afterwards? Absolutely not. Why? When there's Delta's there's Ques and even a whiff of one can cause enough damage to fuck up your mental and you didn't wanna take any chances. Liyah couldn't understand what was so dangerous about them, during freshman year she would crack up watching you turn in the opposite direction anytime you heard a bark or seen anything in the color purple. At first she thought it was a joke but once she saw how serious your face was when you were impersonating your mother, she understood why you couldn't make it.
"I think she's just worrying you'll make the same mistakes she did, you gotta let that go.." Liyah snickered, tying up her shoes.
"I'm only staying for a song maybe two! If i stay too long one of them might scoop me up."
"What's wrong with that?" Yasmin yelled from the bathroom, taking pictures in the mirror. "I haven't had any problems!"
"You cried for the first 2 weeks he disappeared what are you talking about?" You spat back.
"Mind you Jaden hasn't even crossed yet, you just getting started." Liyah giggled to herself, putting on her red jacket. "You don't have to go to the probate but I'm coming back to take you to the party, you get the best videos of me."
"Oh that's all I'm good for? You not worried for my well being?"
"Don't stare too hard then, you made it this long right? Oh and what's your name for the night since you going undercover.." She snickered, waltzing over to the door to wait for Yasmin.
"N/n like usual.."
"I can't believe you still using that knowing you on the dance team, captain at that!" Yasmin rolled her eyes with a scoff still posing in the mirror.
"N/n got you into Sho's place last year! Unless you wanted to pay 60 to get in!"
"I'm not dealing with ya'll silly asses, I gotta be there early. Yasmin I'm in the car!" She shouted, grabbing her collection of keys to head to the door. Your friends knew this routine down to the youtuber you would throw on your TV, you laid back at the dorm while they had the time of their lives at Oil Spills, pool parties while you avoided the yard every chance you got, however tonight Liyah and Yasmin had better plans for your itinerary this year, starting with your 'first' Greek party.
By the time they were on the way back, you'd finished the last details on the dress you were sewing together made out of a really cute top you thrifted. It hung off of your shoulder and you made a few extra pieces of clothing to go along with it including a (f/c) you customized on a whim and a purse you crocheted. You topped the look off with some wrap around heels hearing the door unlock once you finished tying them off.
"You ready?"Liyah called to you.
"Let's go before I change my mind.." You scoff, wasting no time to scurry out of her way before she made any slick comments.
When you arrived to the house you were expecting the place to be packed with people filling up the lines but the most you saw were a few folks hanging around outside. You forgot to pregame at the house which meant spending an arm and almost a leg to get a buzz although you set a mental limit. A drink and a shot to celebrate Jaden, that's it and that's all. The short car ride over didn't make it any better, you were sober and paranoid that your mama had older friends specifically watching you like a hawk!
Your nerves were shot hearing your heels clicking on the pavement, a few men draped in purple and gold were heading towards their car slowly walking past your group earning some jeers and a couple laughs.
"Ease up girl, got your knees locked up please don't pass out in front of these people.." Yasmin said with a tap on your shoulder.
"I'm not! I should've brought a jacket or a liquor coat at least. Did you get any pictures of Jaden?"
"Nah I got videos and I'm screaming in every one of them, his head is so damn big-"
"Jabber shaved him clean it look like his work.." Liyah snickered, inching closer to the front where ladies got in free and the men had to pay so getting inside was the easy part. You walked past at least 10 of them without any issues, keeping your head up and following Liyah who had to greet everyone and find her sisters, leaving you and Yasmin to find where they were selling the liquor.
Pregaming should've been the decision once you saw what they were charging for the drinks, you were kind enough to buy the first round for the girls but your refund wasn't about to spent on cheap liquor.
"40 lovebug.." The girl tapped on screen.
"Well shit.." You scoffed, tapping your card on the reader, looking over to Yasmin grabbing her own drink, pausing a moment before putting it up to her lips.
"Forty dollars?! We could've gotten a bottle for that.." She grumbled, walking off with her face scrunched up from the bitter taste. The building was packed full to the brim, people were shoulder to shoulder watching all of the other sororities stroll while the others mingled and partied. You waved over to the DJ who you knew from freshman year. The crazy blonde nodded back at you while you sipped the sharp contents in your red cup.
"You seen Jaden yet?" The frantic woman asked, hopping on her tiptoes to see above the crowd.
"He should be over there like every other bald nigga in here I'm sure.." You snickered, taking a small gulp out of your cup, clinging onto Yasmin like a lost puppy through the crowd towards the front where you found Jaden and his new brothers showing off.
The ground shook as the boys hopped around in sync, spinning around tossing up their hooks to their heads, a sight you knew all too well. That's when then music lowered and one od the new initiates calmed the crowd down so they could show everyone the information they had learned.
Yasmin pulled out her phone immediately the flash hitting him in the face though he didn't budge, the boys shouted and sung their hearts out, not once messing up a single word and somehow got a laugh out of you. Once they were finished, your cup of tequila ran dry and your social battery wasn't far behind it seeing the room flood not just with new initiates but older Ques as well.
Song 1
The color pink glanced over your vision and of course you assumed one of the LED's has switched over or one of the AKAs took over the lighting department either way it bothered you enough to the point where you turned your head around to find where it was coming from, not that you wanted to explore a que party. It was bad enough you heard your mother's voice screaming at you to leave but you knew that if you came as a group then you left as a group. That rule went out of the window once you realized Yasmin left you to find her boyfriend, you turn in the other direction towards where Liyah was strolling her ass off with her sisters, there was no excuse to go off and record since she wasn't leading it.
The obvious choice here would be to push off to the bar, grab a refill and wait for somebody you recognize but with how jam packed the crowd of women became you were damn near frozen in place as all of the shaven heads disappeared from the floor, making room for the Pros to showcase what they've been doing for years.
Girls were bumping into you parting the dancefloor all dramatic like it was the red sea earning a few scrunches to your face. The DJ mixed in a slower song and the loud shrills of women slowly erupted hearing the gruff sounds of barks coming from the back, a long line of purple and gold pooling in. Some were wearing their letters, some of them weren't wearing anything at all! You were standing next to a group of girls recording a tall man with a fresh taper fade smile towards the camera, another one with waves, it was like you were being attacked from all sides of the field! He continued on with the rest of his brothers and soon enough a widely known chant thundered through the room.
The woman in there knew the chants better than they did!
You couldn't lie and say some of them weren't nice to look at but the only thing you could hear in this moment was your mama making you swear to never set foot on Que property let alone be at a Que party! All you had to do was walk off but a commotion of noise, a nicely mixed DJ set and a glimpse of what looked like pink caught your attention.
Long, thick locs swung near your peripherals decorated in gold jewels glimmering off of the cameras flashing in his way. He was dipped in sweat due to the intoxicating heat swelling up in the building and the one suddenly forming between your thighs. A small shudder scorched down the spine of your back eyeing the gold chain sitting around on his neck, they scanned his tattoos on his right arm leading up to his chest. That signifying branding marked his left shoulder. You found out that the source of the pink was coming from him once you noticed his eyes heavy lidded and fuchsia pink like a laser beam. His hands were veiny and thick covered with rings wearing camo pants with the waistband of his boxers showing up just above his belly button. He carried a hefty happy trail along with his v line not too sharp but just enough to imagine laying your own tongue on it.
The way he moved not only did it call your attention, you felt like a snake being hypnotized by a purple and gold flute. A big, locced purple and gold flute.
He hopped closer, stomping the ground so hard with his boots, you even watched his shoe tongue flap with each movement you didn’t wanna miss a single detail, yet you were missing the biggest red flag of the evening. You go to lift your head to see that same pinkish glow connect instantly to your vision and your body ran hot.
The line paused right in front of you, holding the gaze for what felt like minutes. The sweaty bastard had the nerve to lick his grills showcasing a silver piercing sitting right in the middle barking at you with a smile. A sharp, gold plated smug smile. All of the women around were hollering his name and soon enough a chant had started again due to the man of the hour swinging his neck in your direction, like he was speaking directly to you.
Everyone knew the words. You knew them too.
You knew them yet your lips never parted, fearing that this was how they caught their prey, yet you didn't look away. You didn't want too. Keeping up a safe face, the pink eyed stranger moved along with his brothers down the line and you kept your eyes locked onto his frame, blinking yourself back to normal and few girls bumping into you to follow them along. You had one mission only, find your friends and get the hell on. You weren’t supposed to be here especially in the front row like a buzzard!
"Over here Y/n!" You heard your friend call with her arm covered in bracelets waving around in the air. You used her noisy arm to guide you to where they were, going to the man of the hour who finally had a moment to breath.
"Aye Congratulations! You made it out!" You exclaimed, giving your friend a big hug, wiping some of the sweat off of his bald head.
"I appreciate it.." He said with a sigh.
"You tired ain't you?"
"And the night's not over yet.." He said with a chuckle receiving a large pat on his back from a familiar face.
"Yeahhh That's right Ace!" A voice barked.
"Oh yeah, N/N this is Jabber! He's the president of this chapter." Her eyes narrowing in a way.
"We've met.." His voice cutting through the music.
"Have we?"
"Excuse me where are my manners?" He snickered holding out his tatted hand to give you a proper introduction. His demeanor was lighthearted with a sense of goofiness wavering over you causing your face to painfully pull into a smile.
"I'm Jabari Wonger, president of this chapter of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity Innnncorporated majoring in Chemistry with a minor in Psychology.." He spoke proudly, recognizing the cadence of his words. You were silently wishing you could launch the back of your hand right into Liyah's snickering face knowing she had something to do with this.
"Nice to meet you Jabari..I'm N/n.." You said, skipping over the details hoping to end this interaction so you could make your way to the door.
"Alright n/n now we've met properly, what you babysitting in that cup?" His accent thicker than the humidity.
"It was tequila."
"Oh nah nah come with me I got something for you, ever had a cup of oil?" Jabber smiled, flashing those grills once again.
"Oil?"You questioned while Yasmin and Liyah giggle to themselves eyeing your reaction. You knew a few things about Greek life but clearly not enough if everyone else wasn't as clueless as you.
"It's good we promise, I'll get some with you." Yasmin said, walking closer to hold onto your arm.
"One cup.."
"That's all you'll need.." He said with a smirk, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. He held out his hand earning shocked looks from the girls, they swatted their hands at you to take it and you shook your head no before he looked back.
"You coming?"
~ Song 2
Walking into the kitchen like area people were standing around what looks like a big ass cooler sitting on the island filled with black liquid and various fruits floating around the mixture. People had their cups out waiting for one of the Ques to pour them a cupful, just once glance at the intoxicating mix made your stomach churn, it had enough alcohol into it to convert Wiz to be an alcoholic.
Jabber dapped up the man pouring the drinks, moving him out the way so he could take over grabbing you a fresh cup from the stack to dip it inside, filling its contents almost to the brim. You looked at the tatted man handing you the cup immediately looking back to your friends waiting patiently to get theirs with eyes that said "What the fuck do you have me drinking?"
He poured the girls some and like magic they disappeared back into the crowd once again leaving you in his presence. It was one thing to be a wing woman and leave you alone to do your thing but it's completely different when the thing you were trying to do wasn't working and that was to LEAVE!
"Here I'll take a sip with you.." Jabber said knocking you out of your long continuous train of thought. You watched his adam's apple bob up gulping it down like it was ice cold water, peering back to you taking a full sip, pursing your lips to mask your face from the kicking you in the mouth.
"This shit taste like.."
"Like juice I know.." He paused. "Where yo letters at?" He spoke up, his eyes scanning your physique looking around for any paraphernalia or anything attached to your bag with a sorority on it.
"I ain't affiliated I'm not in that life, strictly GDI.. You snicker, your pupils locked onto the black liquid as you sipped its contents.
"In that life.." He chuckles. "Indecisive or you focused on something else?"
"I don't wanna see you near 'em! It's nothing but trouble with all of 'em! Promise me Y/n!"
"Indecisive, my mama's a Delta and she's pushing for it.."
"Okay future Legacy..I saw them eyes don't think I forgot about that.."
"About what?" Your cheeks pulling at a hard smile.
"You know what I'm talking bout, yo jaw still out there.." His slick gold plated smile making another appearance in the low lit bar area. "One of yo boyfriends made the line or-
"I'm here for my friend it ain't even like that I don't mess around with 1911.." You shut him down quick chuckling at your own joke
"So I've heard.." His hot pink eyes dancing from your lips to your pupils, licking his own to stop him from biting them. The colors of the LEDs flashed on his skin as he talked and it would be a lie if you said you weren't following his every movement, the way he swayed leaning his back on the kitchen counter peering down at you. You weren't tiny but his figure made it seem like he could swallow the entire room with his energy alone, there was no way you could keep up the eye contact yet Jabber had his ways of keeping you focused on him. The air was thick and sharp due to the liquor you were standing right beside, the music was loud but not to where you couldn't hear yourself think but what would be the point? Words didn't make sense in this split second of a moment, your mind was flooded with images of him slinging his tongue around and that was enough to convince you that his powers were working.
"…but I promise you I've seen you somewhere else.." His words coming through like your ears has been unplugged.
"I'm not even on campus enough for you to see me you can't use that on me.." You laughed with him, his long locs moving along his body as he swayed.
"It's hitting you like that?" You joked.
"Oh I'm two cups down you gotta catch up lil mama..wait I ain't get your na-"
Song 4-7
Another song queued up in the atmosphere as Jabber's question fell on silent ears once his head leaned back knowing he had to find his brothers. You peered behind him to see a few of the organizations line up and in the crowd you spotted Liyah front and center knowing that this was your escape route to get out but a strange part of you wanted to linger around in his presence. Whether it was the liquor or not you hated to admit he was clever with his words and corny enough to make your sides hurt.
"You gon keep an eye on me?"
"Not this time..but you'll see me somewhere."
"Imma get that dance." Jabber smirked, creating an inside joke and knife deep tension in the air.
You only gave a smile at him, walking off into the crowd towards Liyah letting out a deep breath of relief. You did the deed! You spoke and had a conversation with a man in purple and gold and didn't die. Part of you knew it was silly and kinda corny to be this paranoid but the other part had it's reasons
It's stupid, outdated reasons.
You pushed through the neos and made your way to the Pros with your phone out ready to record on the sidelines still sipping that oil in your cup suddenly tasting like sharp juice.
A familiar voice made your skin jump once you heard Jabber and his brothers coming from the other direction, you kept your camera steady on Liyah throwing her elbows hard enough to crack a nostril, you learned your lesson real good last year when she crossed not to get too close.
Step by step, one hop after the other he inched closer, it was starting all over again but this time you were determined to get your footage and move on with Liyah right out the door. You quickly got back in the line of people saving all of your clips looking down a second too long seeing the sea of red fade into a pool of purple and there he was right in the middle throwing his hook in the air and shaking his neck as his locs flung around. It was impossible to look away especially when that comforting color of pink filled the atmosphere.
One of the men stepping along the room went in the crowd and swooped a girl right off her feet, hopping her to the groove of the song and then another followed by a quick yelp each time, now that comforting color of pink blared into a fiery red, your heart changed up it's pattern thudding in your chest like a beat up fan.
Jabber had set his target in stone.
One second you were on the ground and the next you felt weightless watching the angle of all the cameras change. Your legs wrapped around his waist like it was an instinct and you didn't know if you wanted to shield your face from all the eyes or focus on him but Jabber made that choice for you.
The way his voice rattled in your chest as slung his tongue around his lips, saying the words with a growl tucked in his throat. It didn't help that your heat was pressed up against his toned stomach and every time he jumped you went right along with him slightly grinding against him.
His sweat marked your dress like a souvenir and that same smoky scent covered your lungs like you were being hypnotized by a baked good. You wanted to see if he tasted just as sweet, the oil was doing exactly what it was supposed to do, lubricating your walls and allowing that glossy look to wax over you.
Your arms nestle around his neck and you couldn't contain your own giggles and smiles any longer and soon enough he sat you back down on your two heels at the end of the line but some of his brother kept their girls in the air toting them around like trophies.
"Told you I'd get it.."
"That ain't funny! And it doesn't count we wasn't dancing."
"Show me what we 'posed to do.." His eyes flickering up and down.
Everyone in the room ha spread out and went off into their own worlds with the all of the fraternity's colors covering the living room floor. You had a feeling that Liyah was somewhere near the front door and hunting for Yasmin became a lost cause, alarms were ringing in your ears or what you heard from the bass of the speakers knocking your eardrums. People surrounded the two of you enclosing the both of you into your own bubble, Jabber took a hold of your hand turning you around your ass connected to his hip pushing up against you while you gave him a little taste of what you could do.
His tatted hand rested on your cheeks as you bent over to get a better feel of what was poking you underneath the material of your dress. That's when you felt Jabber's hands grip your waist fully, pulling you back to slow your movements before releasing you to move faster. A moment you were glad nobody had their cameras on to see.
You were being so thankful about your dress covering that slick sound of your other set of lips starting up a conversation you were urging to have, with the way he was slightly humping your hips to the beat of the song you didn't know how much restraint and resolve you had left in you. Although, you were having too much a good time to think about what your hips were doing, you didn't make a commotion in the crowd but to Jabber all eyes were on you grinding back on him while your ass moved.
A cold shiver ran up your spine as Jabber's hand snaked up your back to wrap around your throat, turning you back in his direction. His pink eyes peered down at you squeezing your neck like he was trying to stop himself from sliding his tongue in your mouth. He pulled in his bottom lip releasing some of that pressure off your neck turning his head to the side smiling hard.
"Quit playing with me.."
You stepped close to his frame, close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath hesitant with your words, fighting a war in your mind and the oil was winning
One kiss wouldn't hurt right?
It was a miracle the way you didn't slip on your own feet walking up the stairs although you spoke too soon seeing Jabber stumble a bit in the unfamiliar hallway. Tiny giggles filled your ears as his little mishap ended with his back pressed up against the wall and your tongue shoved into his mouth earning a satisfied groan from his lips.
His hands shuffled from your hips down to your ass poking out of the small material underneath, cupping and squeezing with a firm grip, laying a heavy smack causing you to gasp into his mouth. You took this opportunity to pull on his bottom lip, taking a small second to look at his tongue piercing before going back in to decorate his face with sticky glossy kisses.
Before you knew you it your back slammed against a nearby wall, lips were smashing together damn near clashing with his grills. Soft heavy hands carefully explored your body as you sucked in a breath from his rings gliding over your ass, sent adrenaline to your mind as he gives it a sloppy squeeze followed by a heavy smack which left you moaning in his mouth.
"Un uh c'mere.." He smirked on your lips as the two of you stumbled back and forth.
"Come get me.." You murmured.
Your arms attached around his neck inching deeper into the kiss. Your little grunts and whimpers only fueled Jabber ego knowing his touch had you ready to melt at merely nothing. He hooked your leg around his side, daring to pick you up like he did in front of every camera in the building, the sinister giggle he left on your lips gave you just strength to do it again! In one swift motion he scooped you back into his arms, pushing your thighs up further than they were supposed to go.
"W-where you- Jabari!"
Jabber placed you up onto his shoulders, your thighs resting perfectly around his neck face to face with your cunt radiating heat and like the nasty dog he was he sniffed you out, moaning to himself before going in to peel the thin material to the side with diving head first into your leaking pussy.
All you could do while the bass of the music boomed through the walls was catch your breath in the palm of your hand. Your other hand dug deep into his locs forcing his warm lips to kiss her first and he was quick to grant your wish. Jabber's tongue soothed your sensitive bud with a long nasty stripe quickly lapping at your juices letting it run down his chin. Like he gave a fuck about making a mess.
He shook his head side to side smearing your slick around, hands gripping on to your trembling thighs oh so tight they left indents on your skin and your back was trapped on the wall, elevated in the dark atmosphere.
"Oh…shit.." Your voice only coming up to whisper as your mind wondered just how high he had you in the air. Quickly, your eyes scanned the dark room ahead of you noticing the ceiling just a few feet away and a pink eyed que dog drooling all over your cunt. Soft subtle moans could be heard from him seeing his eyes shoot up at you and the bastard had the nerve to smirk against your clit, flashing those gold grills while his tongue teased that hole aching for something to fill her. A long mewl later and Jabber's lips wrapped around your now swollen bud aiming to drain that orgasm sitting heavy on your lower stomach.
"D-don't let me…fuck. I don't wanna fallll.." You whined, ignoring your own thoughts by bucking your hips into his mouth, feeling him flatten his tongue so you could grind on the ball of his tongue piercing.
"Mhmmm I wont baby.." His voice muffled by your folds and the sounds of your pussy playing with his tongue. He found his way inside of your heat, pressing past that first ring of resistance earning a harsh gasp from you and a pleasing groan from the nasty dog.
You were practically sucking his tongue inside the way he spread it out made your eyes cross over themselves yet Jabber still pushed on, sliding his wet muscle in and out.
"Oh my god..how you…shit right there right…" You were mumbling tipsy nonsense while you were humping this random man's face and you couldn't stop a thing if you wanted to due to you dangling in mid air. You took both of your hands tangling them into his hair as your walls quivering around his tongue ready to make his grills shine so fucking bright with your slick.
"Gimme that shit.." He pulls back to spit a long drabble of spit on your already glistening cunt, diving right back in lapping up your clit as he slurped to clean up his mess and create a new one at the same time.
"C-Cumming J-ja..I"
"Jabber baby..Jabber.."
"Fuck! Jabber!"
Your felt your body slip off of the wall just an inch watching Jabber pull you in closer to savor your taste, sending a shock wave of nerves across your body only aiding in your building orgasm ready to burst. However, you came oh so close to the top just for Jabber to snatch his jaw away right at the last second causing your thighs to quake around his neck. His dick throbbed at the sight of your dripping cunt oozing all for him, he couldn't catch his breath!
"Taste like juice.." He hummed diving back into your heat with tongue extended layering long heavy licks causing all of your nerves to come undone into his mouth satiating his hunger.
"Y-Yessss.." His filthy lips wouldn't stop, he sucked your orgasm right out of you and continued his sloppy uncoordinated movements, groaning out loud as he slobbered all over your twitching clit
"Oh my god..pussy don't want me to leave do she?" He growled, teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue before flicking up towards your clit then back down to plunge inside tasting your slick walls. His nose nestled right on the mound of your cunt lightly brushing the hood of your clit causing your eyelids to glitch and your legs to squirm on his shoulders fighting that pressure rising once again.
Your thighs closing in on his jaw wasn't enough to make Jabber lose his focus, instead he laid a heavy ring filled smack against your flesh, grunting into your cunt while his fingers left indents in your skin. It didn't matter if your thong was in the way or not he felt the ball of his piercing roll over your clit again and again, holding your clit in his mouth feeling your hole leak more of your juices on the side of his face.
"Fuckkkk…"
"Jabarrrriiiii..ohhh shit!' You cried out, slamming a hand over your mouth while your body convulsed, your eyes dancing around the dark office like room.
Jabber slid your legs off of his shoulders, listening to your heels clack and stagger against the hard floor. You felt like a fresh baby deer the way your knees knocked together though the moment lasted mere seconds before you dropped down to your knees, head woozy from the mysterious oil. It didn't matter if it was your own doing or the help of the alcohol the only thing that lingered in your mind was figuring out what he tasted like, Jabber was on the same page.
"See what that mouth talking bout.." Jabber unbuckled his belt, the clicks of the metal ringing in your ears revealed the rest of that happy trail you envisioned earlier, the way your mouth drooled you felt like a dog in heat yourself. When you were mindlessly hopping around in his arms and felt his semi poking you underneath your dress, your mind instantly pictured your lips wrapped around the head of his dick never did you think you would have a chance to showcase your imagination
His natural musky scent filled your nostrils as his dick sprung free from his boxers tapping his ridiculously carved stomach, the main reason he stopped your climax from crashing down was to prevent his own from sneaking up on him. He winced grabbing his own length, spreading the nasty white liquid with each stroke squeezing out semi clear beads of pre.
You groaned at the sight, sliding your wet pink muscle out decorated in spit lines, taunting him, silently begging him to cave in and do his worst yet he only inched inside of your warm mouth, coating his shaft as he pumped into your throat at an agonizingly slow pace. Lewd sounds of him hitting your uvula over and over drove him insane, thank god for the music or else the entire party would've heard his steady grunts or your throat filling up with spit.
Your acrylic hands wrapped around his slippery shaft stroking him into your mouth, moaning on his dick as you swirled your tongue around his tip, neck bobbing up and down
"Ahhh fuck! No hands..no hands give em here.."He huffed, grabbing at them rather than swatting them away so he could intertwine his fingers with yours keeping them steady on the wall. His hips rolled further into your mouth producing nasty globs of spit to fall on the sides of your chin, easily sliding in and out with no resistance. You were breathing manually through your nose, eyes shut prickling with tears forced to listen to his drunken praises and low gutteral moans leaving his body due to your throat tightening up on him.
"There you go there you- oh my god! That's a good girl take it..slobbering on my dick like this look at you making such a pretty mess mama.." He cooed, hesitant to keep up his movements as his knees buckled underneath the hot and heavy pressure rising in his lower stomach. Your spit muffled moans only made it worst! Your eyes flutter open gazing up at Jabber's illuminated eyes peering right back at you with his bottom lip tucked in, his breathing hitched in his chest fighting off those loose whimpers escaping his own throat.
"Mhmm you want me to cum all on this face don't you baby? Keep that throat open for me gahhhh- fuck!" He slurred, confused in his own mind why his balls were tightening up so quick, it felt foreign to him. His thrusts became sharp, powerful and sloppy hoping to ruin your voice not just from you screaming his name. Jabber plunged back and forth each time grunting harder to keep himself steady, running his mouth through gritted teeth. He squeezed your hands tighter as you felt his balls hit your chin at a faster pace, they tignten up and the cramp in his lower stomach became too much for him to handle.
"It's like that? You gon make me cum like that? Imma give it too you ma..Imma- shhhiiiitt!" You felt his tip jump in your mouth followed by a sharp savory taste staining your tongue before he abruptly pulls himself out of your mouth to spray your lips with the rest of his seed like he was painting you with fresh lip gloss.
"Ho my god you done made me nut off some head?"
You only moan in response swallowing every drop trying to finally catch your breath, if being held up in the air made your legs tremble you weren't prepared for what Jabber had in store as he stood there still stroking himself to spread the sensitivity, what you were about do next definitely took the que dog once he saw you stand back into your feet hiking up that homemade dress up to expose your aching cunt spilling and spitting up your juices.
"Put it in me.." You murmured, the muffled bass of the music thumping in the room.
"Thats what you want?" He grinned, inching closer to plant his hand right beside your skull on the wall, taking the other to draw lazy patterns on your thigh, cupping the fleshy material to wrap it around his waist. He tugged on that thong nesting so perfectly between your cheeks tossing them on the floor. Jabber leaned into the side of your neck and you swore you heard that signature bark in your ears but instead the slick bastard laid a nasty lick on your skin angling the tip of his dick to line up with your entrance carefully sliding your slick up and down on his shaft.
"All night you've been giving me that look…uh huh that look right there.." His voice melting like butter as your eyes locked on to each other. "I gotchu mama he gon get you right.." He taps your clit 3 times, being so polite to knock before he enters leaning his hips forward allowing him to ease his way inside of your tight cunt sucking him into your warmth. The both of groaning at the point of connection.
"Ouuu fuck…"
"Let him stretch you out…"
"Y-yesss J-jabber…"
"Louder baby they can't hear you.." He smiled, keeping his position steady rising your thigh up once again to hook on his shoulder to give him the deepest angle watching your face fall apart with each stroke. Your words couldn't be processed the only noises that could be made out where broken slurred syllables of his name. Your hands rested on his shoulder digging your nails into his skin as you rubbed on his body, your fingertips ran over that branding sitting on his shoulder and it drove your mind into pieces feeling his muscles tense up underneath you.
Your sopping wet cunt became the star of the hour as he pushed up inside of you, eyes focused on watching your every movement. The veins of his dick rubbed up on your creamy walls puncturing that gspot he found in no time sending black and white stars to your vision with the color pink dancing around in your mind.
“Over the music? Huh? Yeahhhh You want everybody to know what i’m doing to you.. I knew…you were…a slut…”
He slung his dick deep inside of your core with each word, grinning to himself as the color white stained him like a brand new paint job. You growled and drooled onto the wall with joyful tears staining your face as your swollen cunt spat out more of your sticky fluids, dribbling down your thighs.
“You tightening up on me? H-Hah…shhhit! Yeahhhh I know, this dick fucking you stupid? Already?” He laughed, stuttering on his own moans as he felt your sloppy pussy clamp down on his length, tugging him in like a warm hug.
“Deep, long strokes is what this pussy needs? Listen to this shit." He trailed off from the feeling of his dick slowing it's pace to watch you swallow him up
"So...thick...fuck!"
"Keep talking bout it." He smirked.
"I feel..so fucking full.." You whined, plopping your hips back to keep you with his ridiculously slow thrusts. You felt his hand creep up by the side of your face, whimpering as his fingers slipped in your mouth allowing you to suckle on them muffling you further as his hips picked up speed You drooled like a bitch in heat with your eyes rolling back in pure drunken ecstasy,.
"Jab-berr!!"
"That dick got you drunk mama?" His voice came out almost like a growl, breathing so hard against your neck. There was no way in hell you were about to stare him down while he slung his dick in you like this, yet Jabber didn't give a fuck what you wanted in this moment. He grabbed your chin with no hesitation, forcing your eyes to peering to his pretty pink orbs as he drug his dick in and out, his cheeks pulled into a ridiculous smirk seeing you go in and out of that subconscious trying to stay in the moment instead of going to la la land.
"Where you at?" He lays a few taps to your face, slowing down just a bit to get a good look at you.
"I'm good I'm good…please…don't stop.." You whined to him, your words still coming out coherent enough for him to keep going, that was all the consent he needed to pull out of your soul sucking cunt to turn you around to face the wall. Your hands held on to the surface as Jabber spat right on the crack of your ass spreading it with the tip of his dick right before he pushed back inside of your heat, a long cracked out moan leaving his lips.
"Pussy so….ssssfuck!" He winced as he stood there remaining still letting that pressure build up, you took your hand to spread your cheeks open just so you could push back on his dick with slow, calculated bounces. You felt his skin clap against yours and your juices coat his dick disappearing inside of you over and over. It was like something in your mind had switched over, that searing hot feeling of his dick pressing past that barrier hit like crack, spreading yourself wider so you could take every inch not realizing you were giving him more access to fuck you up how he wanted to.
"Take this pussy from me.." Your own lustful thoughts failing you due to your words being spat out loud. You slammed your hips down with a much harder force
"This my pussy?"
"Oh fuck…yessss."
"Stop lying.." His dick sliding in and out of your pussy at a steady rate as patches of white cream covered his shaft. "Fuck why you creaming on my dick like this?"
"You stuffing me so fucking good.."
"Gon make me cum in this pussy, you gon let me cum in this pretty pussy?" he lays a heavy smack to your ass, slamming into your squeezing cunt that much harder, knocking the wind out of your lungs, there was no where to run! He had your head pinned against the wall with his ring covered hand, pussy spread open taking every inch he promised to give.
You paid his question no mind not giving a fuck about the repercussions in this very second, he could cum in your mouth, buss one on your face and damn sure cum inside of you if he kept laying that thick length inside of your creamy walls the way he did. How could Jabber keep his composure with your ass swallowing him up? Your pussy choking him out like he owed you something? You could tell how close he was based on how his hips slurred with his sloppy non-calculated thrusts. He was no good.
Jabber removed his hand from your back popping his thumb into his mouth coating it with spit laying it back on your puckering hole gazing back at him, he teased you with the tip of his thumb testing the waters as he popped it inside with ease, groaning at the sight of his dick entering you and him pulling you back like a cock sleeve.
"Hooo my fucking god…" Jabber growled shoving his free hand to the side of your face, mushing you into the wall as he pumped his dick inside of you, playing with that hole pushing it in further. His gold cover smirk illuminated the room as his threw his hips into your stomach watching the recoil on your ass ripple time and time again.
"Im gonna cum if you keep—fucking me—like….like ohhhh Jabber!" Your mouth was clamped over by Jabber's cool ringed hands turning your wild outlandish screams into muffled bass just like the music still bumping from downstairs. Jabber should've covered his own drunken lips since his moans were just as broken as yours. His heavy warm breaths along with cracked out whimpers mixed into the air, his hips ricocheting off your ass.
"Please..please mama cum all over this dick..oh fuck! Let me cum in this pussy please? Move yo fucking hand!" He barked, grabbing a hold of your wrist to keep it in place, slowing his strokes down creating a mind numbing pace coaxing more of those sweet juices to drip on the floor.
The pressure of his dick hitting your inner core over and over swelled up like gas in a balloon, you felt like you had to pee yet he didn't stop digging so deep inside of your pretty pussy, he was determined to pull everything out of you and then some, the bright idea to push him back became a futile one as he slipped his thumb out to pick your body off of the wall like a rag doll placing you on a nearby dark wood desk. His arm shoved the papers, pens and pencils all to the ground just to place your body on the surface returning his painfully pleasurable pace holding your ass cheeks open to lay another line of spit on your ass watching it dribble down
"Such a nasty lil bitch.." He grumbled
"You a…nasty….fucking…dog…"
"Say it again…say that shit again!"
"You a…fucking…dog…..jabber…fuck!" A sharp cry echoes throughout the dark room as your juices trickled down your legs making a small puddle on the floor. Your thighs convulsed together and your stomach cramped from how deep he was punching your guts. All of your moans mixed in with Jabber's strung out groans feeling his dick twitch so deep inside, you didn't have time nor the energy to notice your phone going off the hook in your bag that fell on the floor moments earlier.
Your arms stretched out over the hardwood gripping onto the edge of the desk while you drooled, letting your eyes bounced along with your body as Jabber crumpled up the bottom of your dress using it as leverage to bring you back on his dick every time.
Heavy smacks stung your skin feeling his thrusts becoming sporadic and hungry, he leaned forward to sink his teeth into the back of your neck, using his whole hand to grab you up by the neck to sling you down on his dick, regaining a second wind listening to the lewd sounds of your pussy gagging on him.
PLOP PLOP PLOP
"Stuff this pussy..I can't take this…I- Yessss Jabber!" You turned your head around like a dunce to try and get a glimpse of him, drilling his length so deep.
"Yeah you can baby…oh I know…" He whined, his eyes widened once he locked eyes with you, gazing at your mouth being agape from his dick throbbing inside of your walls
"Bark for me.." He snickered, changing up his rhythm to hit your core spot on shoving his dick in and pulling it out to his tip to repeat those long, deep strokes inside of your stomach.
Your throat only let out a low guttural growl before Jabber left a hefty hand print on your ass from smacking it in the same place over and over.
"Bark for me." This time sounding more like a command then a request and just like that a small bark left your lips followed by a mewling growl of the next orgasm settling in.
"Yeah baby…like you want it…Bark like youu…oh fuck I'm cumming baby I'm finna nu-gahhhhh damnn..!" He exclaimed, immediately pulling out to layer thick shots of his cum all over your ass in nasty heavy spurts. His hands pumped his dick coating in your mixture squeezing the remnants out of his swollen tip. Your screams were silenced by your own hands slamming over your lips once more to muffle the blow as a stream of your juices cleaned his dick off in seconds.
The both of you were dripping in sweat, breathing hard and almost as drunk as his neos outside of the room partying.
Sitting in the after glow, the coolness of Jabber's rings rubbing your ass to soothe you felt just as intoxicating as his dick, the foggy clouds settled over your mind feeling your legs tremble in place like a muscle spasm.
"FIND LIYAH!" Your mind yelled at you, the longer you stayed around in this room, the longer you would have to sit in the overpowering guilt of knowing what you just did. It was supposed to be just a few kisses! How the hell did you stumble upstairs into this office in the first place? You stumbled around the room looking around on the ground to find your buzzing purse and to quickly do something about your hair sweating out. A spare hair tie did the trick once you put your style in a quick half ass low ponytail. There no getting rid of the evidence but the main goal your body focused on was to move.
"W-where you going lil mama? Aye- easy-" You scurried out of the room before he could even finish his sentence, rushing down the dwindling staircase in your heels careful not miss a step. You made it to the bottom and began to fumble through your purse to find your phone only to look up to see your friend yelling at you from across the building with her phone to her ear.
"Y/N! Over here!
"Y/n where did you go?!" Liyah said in a worried tone.
"I went to see a man bout a dog..we gotta go.." You stammered.
Jabber emerged from the same door moments later adjusting his pants making that same journey down the steps only to find that same thong on the steps quickly picking it up and slowly hesitated before he took a deep sniff with the thong he had collected off of the floor, looking around to see if he could spot the logo of that dress, your eyes in the crowd anything. He had to at least see the girl that just took his virginity one more time but you were nowhere to be found.
One of his brothers came up to him, patting his shoulder knocking him out of his drunken train of thought.
"Yo we were looking for you! The cooler running low and one of the Neos throwing up bad in the back- " He paused looking down at Jabber's hand still holding the black thong.
"You bagged?!"
"I smashed…" Jabber joined his brother in a goofy ass mini celebration following him to the back to help out his neos while you sat in the passenger seat of your friend's car replaying the events over…and over….and over. Classes would start back tomorrow, tryouts for the CT Majorettes began the week after meaning you were about to be too busy and you would never have to see his face again let alone another Omega plot on campus.
You swore to yourself to never look back but a certain someone was just about to start his search.
I can't lie this one is a new personal favorite and I hope it becomes yours too! Who knows where this may go it all depends on you guys but you know the rules love. As Always I'll imagine with you soon until next time dolls!
trying out cockwarming with your fave (who is your best friend), the both of you trembling and breathless as you try to make it through an entire movie without fucking :)
Being put through the mattress until they're at the brink of exhaustion and collapse on top of you.. crushing you beneath their weight.. lazily rolling their hips against yours while their cock softens and mumbling into your neck that you can survive a few more seconds
being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.
"If you just let me. I can be him. You can call his name. Pretend he's touching you."
Six months since 𝓨𝒖𝒕𝒂 started pursuing you.
The setting sun over jujutsu tech glared you down as your back pressed into the bridge's wooden beams. Was Satoru's glare in the horizon? Was his judgement in the sky? Were his chastises whispered in the wind that kissed your cheek?
His eyes were above you.
His hair tickling your forehead.
His hands on you.
His. But not his. Not your husband. Not Satoru.
Just the man who wore his skin.
Yuta shedded his a long time ago. A miscalculation. A medical horror. Returning to his body became impossible and so, he remained in the man who was once yours. Now twenty three, and all he wanted?
You.
Before you, he stood. Looming over you the way that Satoru did. Caressing your cheek the way that Satoru did.
Whispering to you the way that Satoru did.
"I have his memories," he said, thumb tracing a familiar line on your cheekbone. "I know how he touched you. I know how he loved you. I can love you the same."
He leaned closer. Diminishing both the space between you and your shame.
"We can play pretend," he promised.
The same way Satoru had promised that he would come home.
The same way you had promised him that no one else would ever hold your heart, your body, your soul.
You broke your promise.
All it took was a kiss. From lips you remembered. From a mouth that worshipped you every day of your short marriage.
Your downfall were his hands. Familiar. Once yours. The wedding ring he still wore out of reverence for his sensei.
A kiss. A touch. A memory. That's all it took.
All it took for the sheets to welcome your back. For your thighs to welcome his head. Your hands greeting white hair that you once stroked so tenderly when the world caved in on him.
Your Satoru.
Not your Satoru.
Satoru's body.
Your Satoru's body.
Between your legs. Worshipping you. As he always did. With big, scarred hands spreading you apart. With a tongue that knew every inch of you. A voice that praised you.
The same way your husband would.
"So sweet, taste so so good, sweet girl," the groan soaked into your slick. An aphrodisiac of its own. Seeping into your veins. Dizzying your mind.
"Toru," you whimpered.
Toru.
Satoru.
You're Satoru.
He's not your Satoru.
But you moaned for him as if he was.
Tugged onto his hair. Ground into his face. Whimpered his name— as if he was.
Two orgasms on his tongue alone. Yuta proved that he had committed to his sensei's memories. He knew exactly how to fuck you on the pink muscle. Where to touch. What pressure.
His thumb stroked along your slit. Tracing the quivers as his lips occupied your clit. Sucking on its pulses and worming out another devastating orgasm out of you.
Three. You came three times.
The same number Satoru worked you up to before he kissed you. Held you. Fucked you.
Yuta committed to the routine. Kissed you. Spread your thighs.
Pressed his dick to your twitching cunt.
Shushed your cries.
Held you.
Fucked you.
Your body forgot, but your mind didn't. The stretch burned and tears pricked at your eyes— but your mind keened. Slipped. Soaked in the memory of him.
Of your husband.
Of Satoru.
As Yuta's hips engraved new memories into your thighs.
As his fingers blossomed new bruises.
As his mouth kissed you with a new hunger.
Your arms hugged around his neck. Breath stuttering. Voice breaking. Every plunge of his cock stroked the fire deeper into you. Unravelling your mind into a messy heap of tears and needy.
Rough pants fanned above you. His brows pinched at the centre. One hand gripping your thigh and the other cupped beneath your head. Yuta's thrusts were as nasty as Satoru's. Deep, fast, taking you apart from the inside out.
"That's it. There you go," he huffed, white lashes fluttering. "There's my girl."
"Sat— toru," you sobbed. Because maybe crying would make it real.
Maybe it'd wake you up from this terrible nightmare.
"You're doing so well, sweetheart." His voice slipped into your ear. Clenched your heart. Squeezed your cunt as your nails raked down his back.
"Toru," you whimpered. "T-Toru, toru please. I need— I need you. I need you."
His thumb found your clit, your back bowed into the pleasure. Another sob shook from your lungs. Reaching out for him. Not Yuta. Not his body. Him.
But it was Yuta who cupped your face. With Satoru's hand.
Yuta who bottomed out. Fucked you deeper. With Satoru's cock.
Yuta who whispered to you. With Satoru's voice.
"I'm here." He lied, so sweetly.
As his hips drove faster— and faster. Grinding into all of the sweetspots that Satoru knew. That were now at his disposal.
"I'm here, I'm right here, sweetheart." He lied, so gently.
As he hugged you close. Took you higher— and higher. Perfectly choreographed to the memory he committed to.
Playing with your clit, with Satoru's fingers.
Praising you, with Satoru's words.
Kissing you, with Satoru's lips.
"I'm gonna cum," you cried, and he licked your tears away. Cradled your face. Whispered tenderly.
"Cum," eyes so blue, eyes once yours, stared deep into your soul. Deceived you with promises that had already been broken. "Cum for me. Cum for 'toru, baby. C'mon."
The heat, the need, the memories— they all rushed into a knot that snapped in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes rolled back. Body arched. Tensed.
"Satoru— t-toru. Toru, miss you. I miss you."
You sobbed his name when you came.
Clung to his shoulders.
Squeezed his cock.
But you knew.
That it wasn't him that held you.
Wasn't him that smacked his hips into yours.
Wasn't him that groaned deep, even if it was his voice.
Wasn't him that stilled, that moaned your name, that filled you to the brim and kept pumping as you shook with whimpers.
Eyes so blue. Eyes once yours.
But in your heart, you knew. Satoru was dead.
Knew that the thing wearing his skin wasn't him.
And that the only one who caressed your face, kissed you, told you that he loved you— wasn't your husband.
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