I drew some fanart for @pathetic-rainbow ‘s fantastic fic!!! I’m in love with Naruto’s baby and their relationship with Sasuke! It’s my current favorite fic 🥰 You can find it here!
Definition: The Eiffel Tower is classic threesome geometry: you on all fours (hands and knees), one pounding you from behind, the other kneeling/standing in front getting deepthroated.
The restaurant in Ginza is the kind of place Hiromi picks when he’s trying and, mostly failing, to pretend he’s not exhausted from another 14-hour day. You’re halfway through dessert, laughing at the way he’s dramatically narrating the latest courtroom disaster like it’s a true-crime podcast, when you feel someone stop at your table.
You look up. Nanami Kento. Blond hair still perfectly parted, suit still immaculate even at 10 p.m. Your stomach drops. Hiromi glances up too, then does a visible double-take. His tired eyes widen behind his glasses. “Kento?” “Hiromi?” Nanami’s voice is surprised. “I didn’t know you were in Ginza tonight.”
Hiromi stands immediately—old habit from college days, apparently and claps Nanami on the shoulder “It’s been—what, six years? Seven? Sit, sit. You remember—” He gestures to you, beaming like he’s just won the lottery.
Your mouth opens. Nothing comes out. Your goddamn ex-boyfriend who Hiromi had no idea you’d dated. Nanami’s gaze slides to you. Politely nodding, “Of course.”
“Well,” he says, clapping his hands once, “this is fantastic. Small world. Kento, you’re not busy, right? Come back to our place. Catch up properly.” You stare at him like he’s lost his mind. Nanami hesitates then nods once. “If it’s no trouble.” Hiromi reassures him, already signaling for the check. “Anything to catch up with an old friend, right? No trouble at all.”
You’re going to fkning murder him.
Arriving home, the apartment door clicks shut behind the three of you. Hiromi immediately heads for the kitchen, shedding his jacket over the back of a chair, “Whiskey orrr whiskey?” he calls without turning around. You drop your bag on the entry table with more force than necessary. Nanami stays near the door for a second longer than he needs to, loosening his tie with the same deliberate calm he used to use when he was about to end a long day by ending things with you.
“Whiskey’s fine,” Nanami says. Hiromi pours three glasses without asking if anyone wants ice. He hands one to Nanami first then you. You all sit. You take the couch. Nanami takes the armchair across from you. Hiromi perches on the arm of the couch next to you, close enough that his thigh presses against your shoulder.
“So.” He swirls the glass lazily. “Kento. Still doing the corporate bullshit. “Or did you finally tell them to fuck off like we talked about senior year?” Nanami smiles, “Still employed. Still billing hours. You?”
“Still losing cases I should win and winning ones I shouldn’t.” Hiromi shrugs. “Same shit. You remember that class I had to retake four damn times?” “Oh—yeah,” he says, motioning toward you with a small lift of his chin. “You were in it. Same section. Same professor. You used to finish the hypotheticals before Ikeda even finished reading the facts. I sat behind you every Tuesday and Thursday.”
“Ikeda’s class. The one with the curved grading and the weekly hypotheticals that made half the section cry.” Hiromi clarifies. Nanami nods once. “That one.” Hiromi’s gaze snaps to you disbelieving, “You were in Ikeda’s morning section?”
You swallow. “Yeah.” staring into your whiskey like it might grow a mouth and save you.
Nanami continues, “We dated for a little over a year. Then I graduated early. Corporate offer came in. Timing didn’t work.” ‘GODFCKN DAMNIT KENTO why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut.’
Hiromi goes still. The room is so quiet you can hear the refrigerator hum. Hiromi takes a sip slowly. “You dated,” he repeats. Hiromi looks at you then sets his glass down with a soft clink. “So,” he says casually, “you two have history.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Hiromi—”
Hiromi lets out a short, incredulous laugh that has no humor in it. “I was in the afternoon section. Same professor. Same material. Same fucking hell. And you—” He points at you, then at Nanami, then back at you. “—were in the same goddamn classroom as him. Every Tuesday and Thursday. For a whole semester.” You open your mouth. Nothing helpful comes out. Nanami exhales through his nose—the same sound Hiromi makes. It’s uncanny. Hiromi’s eyes flick to you. “And then you met me.”
You glare. “You’re making this weird.” “I’m making it honest.” He leans back, arms crossed. “I mean, come on. My old college friend—who I haven’t seen in years—happens to be your ex. And neither of you thought to mention it until we’re all three sitting here.”
Nanami looks at you. “I thought you would have told him.” “I thought it was ancient history,” you mutter. Hiromi snorts. “Ancient history, sure. So, which one of us fucks you better?” Kento chokes on his drink, as you shoot your boyfriend a glare, “What has gotten into you?!”
“What’s gotten into me?” he echoes, “I don’t know—maybe the fact that my girlfriend’s ex is sitting in my living room, drinking my whiskey, and apparently sat behind her in the same goddamn Contracts class I used to come home and bitch about every single week. Maybe it’s the part where neither of you thought that was worth mentioning. Ever. Or maybe—” he tilts his head, eyes flicking between you and Nanami, “—it’s the part where I’m sitting here realizing the guy who used to steal my ramen and proofread my briefs is the same guy who used to fuck my girlfriend.”
Nanami sets his glass down carefully. “Hiromi,” he says gently, “That’s enough.” Hiromi’s laugh is bitter, “Is it? Because I’m just getting started.”
You stand up so fast the couch creaks. “Hiromi, stop.” He looks up at you angrily, “I’m not mad at you,” he says, “I am mad that you lied. For pulling this shit tonight. I’m mad that I invited him here like an idiot because I was happy to see an old friend. And I’m mad that—” He gestures vaguely at the three of you. “—this is happening. All of it.”
Nanami stands slowly. “I can go.” Hiromi’s head snaps toward him. “Sit the fuck down, Kento.”
Nanami doesn’t sit. He just stays standing, hands loose at his sides, waiting. Hiromi exhales, “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “That was out of line. The question. All of it.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I just… I don’t know how to process this without sounding like a jealous asshole.”
You soften despite yourself. “You’re not an asshole. You’re just… processing. Loudly.” He huffs a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah. That tracks.”
Nanami goes to turn and leave, “I didn’t come here to cause problems,” he says. “And I’m not here to compete. If you want me to leave, I will. No hard feelings.” Hiromi studies him for a long beat. Then he looks at you again. “I don’t want either of you to leave.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his already wrecked hair. “You’re really gonna say that right now.”
You shrug, helpless. “It’s the truth.” He looks between you and Nanami like he’s weighing between jealousy, curiosity, maybe both and then his mouth curves into a smirk. “Alright then,” he says, sliding off the arm of the couch, settling properly beside you, one arm draping behind your shoulders, fingers brushing the nape of your neck as his eyes stay locked on Nanami.
“You still think about her?” Hiromi asks bluntly. Kento takes a sip before answering. “I don’t lie to myself about the past,” he says evenly. “Yes. Sometimes.”
Hiromi’s thumb strokes once against you, “And you?” He turns to you, voice dropping. “You still think about him?”
“Sometimes,” you admit softly, “Not like before. But… yeah.” Hiromi nods once, like that’s the permission he needed. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Then go ahead and fuck him.” Your cough turns into a startled laugh. “Go on, baby. I know you want to.” He urges you again. You hesitate before softly saying, “Ken… come here.”
Hiromi shifts, pulling you back against his chest so you’re half in his lap, legs parting instinctively as Nanami sinks to one knee between them. Kento’s hands settle on your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up inch by inch while Hiromi mouths along the side of your neck, “Look at her,” Hiromi murmurs against your skin, “Isn’t she so pretty.”
Nanami’s thumbs trace slow circles higher, higher, until they brush the damp lace between your legs. You arch without meaning to, a soft moan slipping out. Hiromi hums approvingly, one hand sliding down to cup your breast through the dress, thumb flicking over the nipple until it pebbles.
Kento hooks his hand through your wet panties, shoving them aside. The first swipe of his tongue is slow, like he’s relearning every inch. You gasp, hips jerking, but Hiromi bands an arm around your waist, holding you still. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, even as his other hand works the zipper of your dress down. “Let him taste what he’s been missing.”
Nanami groans against you, his tongue circles your clit once, twice, then dips lower, lapping at your pussy. Hiromi’s already hard against your ass through his slacks. His arm tightens around you, holding you open, “Tell him how much you missed this,” Hiromi whispers, “Tell him, baby. He’s listening.”
You start trembling and whimpering, “I—I missed your mouth, Ken. The way you… fuck, the way you always knew exactly—” Nanami doesn’t let you finish—just doubles down, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs tremble. Hiromi finally gets your dress off your shoulders, baring your breasts to the cool air of the apartment. He rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make you whine.
“Look at him,” Hiromi orders, “Look at how much he wants this.” You do. Nanami’s eyes are half-lidded and focused, blond hair falling forward as he works you over with devastating patience. When he slides two fingers inside making you whimper, back bowing. Hiromi laughs softly, “There it is. That sound I love.”
He shifts behind you, freeing himself from his pants with one hand while the other keeps you pinned. His cock presses hot and heavy against your lower back as he strokes himself lazily, watching Nanami devour you. “Think you can take both of us?” Hiromi asks, lips at your ear. “Like we talked about that one night. Remember my pretty girl?” Your brain short-circuits. “Yes—fuck, yes.” Nanami pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Hell yes.”
Hiromi nods in agreenment, before pressing a kiss beneath your ear. “You heard him, sweetheart. He’s in.”
Nanami rises smoothly to his feet, shedding his jacket, The metallic clink is obscenely loud in the quiet room. Hiromi helps you turn, maneuvering you until you’re facing the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions, ass presented. “Hands here,” Hiromi murmurs, guiding your palms to the backrest. “Keep them there unless one of us says otherwise.” You nod, breath hitching.
He walks around behind you, slapping your ass as Kento appears in front of you. “Hi, pretty girl.” He tips your chin up with two fingers. “Open.” You do, tongue flat, and he slides in slow—filling your mouth inch by inch until your lips stretch around him. The weight of him on your tongue makes you moan around the shaft; he exhales sharply through his nose, hand sliding into your hair to guide the rhythm.
Behind you, Hiromi lines up, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave prints, the other spreading you open. He pushes in with one long, steady thrust, your back arching with a muffled cry vibrating around Kento's cock.
“Fuck,” Higuruma rasps, “So tight after all that arguing earlier. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” You can’t answer—mouth full—but you push back against him, clenching deliberately. He groans, hips snapping forward harder, setting a brutal pace that rocks you onto Nanami’s length.
His control slips a fraction. Hiromi’s thrusts drive you forward forcing more of Nanami’s cock past your lips until the head bumps the back of your throat. You gag softly, eyes watering, swirling your tongue under the ridge just the way you remember he liked. The two of them find rhythm without speaking: one pulls out as the other pushes in, seesawing you between them until your whole body is shaking.
“Goddamn,” Hiromi growls, fingers digging deeper into your hips as he watches the way your throat works around Nanami. “Look at that. Taking him like you never forgot how.” He begins thrusting deeper, balls slapping against you with every snap. You whine around Nanami’s cock—drool slipping down your chin—as Higuruma angles just right. Kento tightens his grip in your hair, fucking your mouth while Higuruma rails you. Nanami pulls out just enough to let you gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. “Words,” he says calmly. “Tell us how it feels, baby.”
You manage a whimpered, “F-fuck—full—don’t stop—” Higuruma’s rhythm stutters at your voice. They sync up—Higuruma slamming deep from behind, Nanami sliding back into your mouth. The position holds: you bridged between them, body rocking with every thrust, throat and cunt stuffed. Nanami’s thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that slipped free when you took him especially deep. “Still so good at this. Always were.”
Hiromi laughs possessively, “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know, Kento.”
Nanami’s eyes flick to Hiromi over the top of your head, “She used to come untouched just from sucking me off,” he says, “First time it happened she cried—thought something was wrong with her. Took me half an hour of coaxing to get her to admit how close she was.”
Hiromi’s thrusts turned punishing, that comment clearly hit a nerve. “Is that right?” Hiromi rasps, one hand sliding up your spine to fist lightly in your hair, tilting your head back so Nanami can sink even deeper. “You never told me that, baby. Keeping secrets from me now?”
You can’t answer—mouth too full, throat working frantically—but your body does: a fresh gush of wetness before you come first shaking hard, muffled screams around Kento as your walls flutter and clamp down on Hiromi as his pace turns erratic. “Fuck—fuck, that’s it—squeeze me just like that—”
Nanami pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, hand stroking himself fast, eyes locked on your wrecked expression. “Where do you want it?” he asks, voice strained. You don’t even have to think. “On me,” you rasp, voice hoarse. “Both of you.”
Hiromi swears viciously as he pulls out at the last second, flips you onto your back so fast the room spins, then straddles your hips. They stroke themselves in tandem—Hiromi’s hand flying over his cock, Nanami’s slower but no less desperate—until they both come.
Hiromi comes first, hot stripes painting your stomach, your breasts, one pulse landing across your nipple. Nanami follows seconds later, spilling over your chest, your collarbone, a few drops catching your chin when you tilt your head back for him. Hiromi exhales roughly, dropping down beside you, pulling you half into his lap before reaches for the throw blanket on the back of the couch and drapes it gently over your lower half.
Hiromi snorts softly. “Ever the gentleman even when he’s fucked my girlfriend. Classic Kento.” Nanami’s mouth quirks—just the tiniest hint of a smile. “Someone has to be.”
You laugh, weak and shaky, head lolling against Hiromi’s shoulder. “You two are ridiculous.”
Nanami disappears into the hallway without a word, returning a minute later with a damp washcloth and a glass of water. Classic fuckin’ Kento, what a sweetie. He hands you the glass first. You take it with trembling fingers, sip slowly, grateful for the cool slide down your raw throat. Then he kneels again between your spread thighs and gently wipes the mess from your stomach, your breasts, your collarbones with slow careful strokes.
Hiromi watches the whole thing with half-lidded eyes, one arm still slung around your shoulders. “You always this sweet after you come on someone else’s girl, Kento?” Nanami doesn’t look up from his task. “Only when she asks nicely.”
You choke on a laugh that turns into a soft groan when the cloth brushes a particularly sensitive spot. “Stop. Both of you.” Hiromi smirks, reaches over to take the washcloth from Kento’s hand, and finishes the job himself dragging the damp fabric across your nipple until it pebbles again under the attention.
You look back up at Kento, about to ask him not to leave before Hiromi beats you to it. “You should stay,” he says, “Since it’s already so late y’know.”
Kento looks up, eyes flicking from Hiromi to you. You reach out before you can overthink it, fingers curling loosely around Nanami’s wrist. “Please,” you add softly. “Stay.” He brushes your hair to the side of your face, “Alright, of course. I’ll stay.”
Hiromi smirks lazily, already reaching for the half-empty whiskey glasses on the table. “Good. Because we’re not done catching up.” You bury your face in Hiromi’s neck to hide your blushing.
Whatta small world, indeed.
a/n: several pussy pleasure breaks were taken during the writing of this and I j wanted to share that ALSO credits to @owwllly for this masterpiece of art they drew
Definition: The Eiffel Tower is classic threesome geometry: you on all fours (hands and knees), one pounding you from behind, the other kneeling/standing in front getting deepthroated.
The restaurant in Ginza is the kind of place Hiromi picks when he’s trying and, mostly failing, to pretend he’s not exhausted from another 14-hour day. You’re halfway through dessert, laughing at the way he’s dramatically narrating the latest courtroom disaster like it’s a true-crime podcast, when you feel someone stop at your table.
You look up. Nanami Kento. Blond hair still perfectly parted, suit still immaculate even at 10 p.m. Your stomach drops. Hiromi glances up too, then does a visible double-take. His tired eyes widen behind his glasses. “Kento?” “Hiromi?” Nanami’s voice is surprised. “I didn’t know you were in Ginza tonight.”
Hiromi stands immediately—old habit from college days, apparently and claps Nanami on the shoulder “It’s been—what, six years? Seven? Sit, sit. You remember—” He gestures to you, beaming like he’s just won the lottery.
Your mouth opens. Nothing comes out. Your goddamn ex-boyfriend who Hiromi had no idea you’d dated. Nanami’s gaze slides to you. Politely nodding, “Of course.”
“Well,” he says, clapping his hands once, “this is fantastic. Small world. Kento, you’re not busy, right? Come back to our place. Catch up properly.” You stare at him like he’s lost his mind. Nanami hesitates then nods once. “If it’s no trouble.” Hiromi reassures him, already signaling for the check. “Anything to catch up with an old friend, right? No trouble at all.”
You’re going to fkning murder him.
Arriving home, the apartment door clicks shut behind the three of you. Hiromi immediately heads for the kitchen, shedding his jacket over the back of a chair, “Whiskey orrr whiskey?” he calls without turning around. You drop your bag on the entry table with more force than necessary. Nanami stays near the door for a second longer than he needs to, loosening his tie with the same deliberate calm he used to use when he was about to end a long day by ending things with you.
“Whiskey’s fine,” Nanami says. Hiromi pours three glasses without asking if anyone wants ice. He hands one to Nanami first then you. You all sit. You take the couch. Nanami takes the armchair across from you. Hiromi perches on the arm of the couch next to you, close enough that his thigh presses against your shoulder.
“So.” He swirls the glass lazily. “Kento. Still doing the corporate bullshit. “Or did you finally tell them to fuck off like we talked about senior year?” Nanami smiles, “Still employed. Still billing hours. You?”
“Still losing cases I should win and winning ones I shouldn’t.” Hiromi shrugs. “Same shit. You remember that class I had to retake four damn times?” “Oh—yeah,” he says, motioning toward you with a small lift of his chin. “You were in it. Same section. Same professor. You used to finish the hypotheticals before Ikeda even finished reading the facts. I sat behind you every Tuesday and Thursday.”
“Ikeda’s class. The one with the curved grading and the weekly hypotheticals that made half the section cry.” Hiromi clarifies. Nanami nods once. “That one.” Hiromi’s gaze snaps to you disbelieving, “You were in Ikeda’s morning section?”
You swallow. “Yeah.” staring into your whiskey like it might grow a mouth and save you.
Nanami continues, “We dated for a little over a year. Then I graduated early. Corporate offer came in. Timing didn’t work.” ‘GODFCKN DAMNIT KENTO why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut.’
Hiromi goes still. The room is so quiet you can hear the refrigerator hum. Hiromi takes a sip slowly. “You dated,” he repeats. Hiromi looks at you then sets his glass down with a soft clink. “So,” he says casually, “you two have history.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Hiromi—”
Hiromi lets out a short, incredulous laugh that has no humor in it. “I was in the afternoon section. Same professor. Same material. Same fucking hell. And you—” He points at you, then at Nanami, then back at you. “—were in the same goddamn classroom as him. Every Tuesday and Thursday. For a whole semester.” You open your mouth. Nothing helpful comes out. Nanami exhales through his nose—the same sound Hiromi makes. It’s uncanny. Hiromi’s eyes flick to you. “And then you met me.”
You glare. “You’re making this weird.” “I’m making it honest.” He leans back, arms crossed. “I mean, come on. My old college friend—who I haven’t seen in years—happens to be your ex. And neither of you thought to mention it until we’re all three sitting here.”
Nanami looks at you. “I thought you would have told him.” “I thought it was ancient history,” you mutter. Hiromi snorts. “Ancient history, sure. So, which one of us fucks you better?” Kento chokes on his drink, as you shoot your boyfriend a glare, “What has gotten into you?!”
“What’s gotten into me?” he echoes, “I don’t know—maybe the fact that my girlfriend’s ex is sitting in my living room, drinking my whiskey, and apparently sat behind her in the same goddamn Contracts class I used to come home and bitch about every single week. Maybe it’s the part where neither of you thought that was worth mentioning. Ever. Or maybe—” he tilts his head, eyes flicking between you and Nanami, “—it’s the part where I’m sitting here realizing the guy who used to steal my ramen and proofread my briefs is the same guy who used to fuck my girlfriend.”
Nanami sets his glass down carefully. “Hiromi,” he says gently, “That’s enough.” Hiromi’s laugh is bitter, “Is it? Because I’m just getting started.”
You stand up so fast the couch creaks. “Hiromi, stop.” He looks up at you angrily, “I’m not mad at you,” he says, “I am mad that you lied. For pulling this shit tonight. I’m mad that I invited him here like an idiot because I was happy to see an old friend. And I’m mad that—” He gestures vaguely at the three of you. “—this is happening. All of it.”
Nanami stands slowly. “I can go.” Hiromi’s head snaps toward him. “Sit the fuck down, Kento.”
Nanami doesn’t sit. He just stays standing, hands loose at his sides, waiting. Hiromi exhales, “I’m sorry,” he mutters. “That was out of line. The question. All of it.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I just… I don’t know how to process this without sounding like a jealous asshole.”
You soften despite yourself. “You’re not an asshole. You’re just… processing. Loudly.” He huffs a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah. That tracks.”
Nanami goes to turn and leave, “I didn’t come here to cause problems,” he says. “And I’m not here to compete. If you want me to leave, I will. No hard feelings.” Hiromi studies him for a long beat. Then he looks at you again. “I don’t want either of you to leave.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his already wrecked hair. “You’re really gonna say that right now.”
You shrug, helpless. “It’s the truth.” He looks between you and Nanami like he’s weighing between jealousy, curiosity, maybe both and then his mouth curves into a smirk. “Alright then,” he says, sliding off the arm of the couch, settling properly beside you, one arm draping behind your shoulders, fingers brushing the nape of your neck as his eyes stay locked on Nanami.
“You still think about her?” Hiromi asks bluntly. Kento takes a sip before answering. “I don’t lie to myself about the past,” he says evenly. “Yes. Sometimes.”
Hiromi’s thumb strokes once against you, “And you?” He turns to you, voice dropping. “You still think about him?”
“Sometimes,” you admit softly, “Not like before. But… yeah.” Hiromi nods once, like that’s the permission he needed. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Then go ahead and fuck him.” Your cough turns into a startled laugh. “Go on, baby. I know you want to.” He urges you again. You hesitate before softly saying, “Ken… come here.”
Hiromi shifts, pulling you back against his chest so you’re half in his lap, legs parting instinctively as Nanami sinks to one knee between them. Kento’s hands settle on your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up inch by inch while Hiromi mouths along the side of your neck, “Look at her,” Hiromi murmurs against your skin, “Isn’t she so pretty.”
Nanami’s thumbs trace slow circles higher, higher, until they brush the damp lace between your legs. You arch without meaning to, a soft moan slipping out. Hiromi hums approvingly, one hand sliding down to cup your breast through the dress, thumb flicking over the nipple until it pebbles.
Kento hooks his hand through your wet panties, shoving them aside. The first swipe of his tongue is slow, like he’s relearning every inch. You gasp, hips jerking, but Hiromi bands an arm around your waist, holding you still. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, even as his other hand works the zipper of your dress down. “Let him taste what he’s been missing.”
Nanami groans against you, his tongue circles your clit once, twice, then dips lower, lapping at your pussy. Hiromi’s already hard against your ass through his slacks. His arm tightens around you, holding you open, “Tell him how much you missed this,” Hiromi whispers, “Tell him, baby. He’s listening.”
You start trembling and whimpering, “I—I missed your mouth, Ken. The way you… fuck, the way you always knew exactly—” Nanami doesn’t let you finish—just doubles down, sucking gently on your clit until your thighs tremble. Hiromi finally gets your dress off your shoulders, baring your breasts to the cool air of the apartment. He rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make you whine.
“Look at him,” Hiromi orders, “Look at how much he wants this.” You do. Nanami’s eyes are half-lidded and focused, blond hair falling forward as he works you over with devastating patience. When he slides two fingers inside making you whimper, back bowing. Hiromi laughs softly, “There it is. That sound I love.”
He shifts behind you, freeing himself from his pants with one hand while the other keeps you pinned. His cock presses hot and heavy against your lower back as he strokes himself lazily, watching Nanami devour you. “Think you can take both of us?” Hiromi asks, lips at your ear. “Like we talked about that one night. Remember my pretty girl?” Your brain short-circuits. “Yes—fuck, yes.” Nanami pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “Hell yes.”
Hiromi nods in agreenment, before pressing a kiss beneath your ear. “You heard him, sweetheart. He’s in.”
Nanami rises smoothly to his feet, shedding his jacket, The metallic clink is obscenely loud in the quiet room. Hiromi helps you turn, maneuvering you until you’re facing the back of the couch, knees sinking into the cushions, ass presented. “Hands here,” Hiromi murmurs, guiding your palms to the backrest. “Keep them there unless one of us says otherwise.” You nod, breath hitching.
He walks around behind you, slapping your ass as Kento appears in front of you. “Hi, pretty girl.” He tips your chin up with two fingers. “Open.” You do, tongue flat, and he slides in slow—filling your mouth inch by inch until your lips stretch around him. The weight of him on your tongue makes you moan around the shaft; he exhales sharply through his nose, hand sliding into your hair to guide the rhythm.
Behind you, Hiromi lines up, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave prints, the other spreading you open. He pushes in with one long, steady thrust, your back arching with a muffled cry vibrating around Kento's cock.
“Fuck,” Higuruma rasps, “So tight after all that arguing earlier. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” You can’t answer—mouth full—but you push back against him, clenching deliberately. He groans, hips snapping forward harder, setting a brutal pace that rocks you onto Nanami’s length.
His control slips a fraction. Hiromi’s thrusts drive you forward forcing more of Nanami’s cock past your lips until the head bumps the back of your throat. You gag softly, eyes watering, swirling your tongue under the ridge just the way you remember he liked. The two of them find rhythm without speaking: one pulls out as the other pushes in, seesawing you between them until your whole body is shaking.
“Goddamn,” Hiromi growls, fingers digging deeper into your hips as he watches the way your throat works around Nanami. “Look at that. Taking him like you never forgot how.” He begins thrusting deeper, balls slapping against you with every snap. You whine around Nanami’s cock—drool slipping down your chin—as Higuruma angles just right. Kento tightens his grip in your hair, fucking your mouth while Higuruma rails you. Nanami pulls out just enough to let you gasp, strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip. “Words,” he says calmly. “Tell us how it feels, baby.”
You manage a whimpered, “F-fuck—full—don’t stop—” Higuruma’s rhythm stutters at your voice. They sync up—Higuruma slamming deep from behind, Nanami sliding back into your mouth. The position holds: you bridged between them, body rocking with every thrust, throat and cunt stuffed. Nanami’s thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that slipped free when you took him especially deep. “Still so good at this. Always were.”
Hiromi laughs possessively, “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know, Kento.”
Nanami’s eyes flick to Hiromi over the top of your head, “She used to come untouched just from sucking me off,” he says, “First time it happened she cried—thought something was wrong with her. Took me half an hour of coaxing to get her to admit how close she was.”
Hiromi’s thrusts turned punishing, that comment clearly hit a nerve. “Is that right?” Hiromi rasps, one hand sliding up your spine to fist lightly in your hair, tilting your head back so Nanami can sink even deeper. “You never told me that, baby. Keeping secrets from me now?”
You can’t answer—mouth too full, throat working frantically—but your body does: a fresh gush of wetness before you come first shaking hard, muffled screams around Kento as your walls flutter and clamp down on Hiromi as his pace turns erratic. “Fuck—fuck, that’s it—squeeze me just like that—”
Nanami pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, hand stroking himself fast, eyes locked on your wrecked expression. “Where do you want it?” he asks, voice strained. You don’t even have to think. “On me,” you rasp, voice hoarse. “Both of you.”
Hiromi swears viciously as he pulls out at the last second, flips you onto your back so fast the room spins, then straddles your hips. They stroke themselves in tandem—Hiromi’s hand flying over his cock, Nanami’s slower but no less desperate—until they both come.
Hiromi comes first, hot stripes painting your stomach, your breasts, one pulse landing across your nipple. Nanami follows seconds later, spilling over your chest, your collarbone, a few drops catching your chin when you tilt your head back for him. Hiromi exhales roughly, dropping down beside you, pulling you half into his lap before reaches for the throw blanket on the back of the couch and drapes it gently over your lower half.
Hiromi snorts softly. “Ever the gentleman even when he’s fucked my girlfriend. Classic Kento.” Nanami’s mouth quirks—just the tiniest hint of a smile. “Someone has to be.”
You laugh, weak and shaky, head lolling against Hiromi’s shoulder. “You two are ridiculous.”
Nanami disappears into the hallway without a word, returning a minute later with a damp washcloth and a glass of water. Classic fuckin’ Kento, what a sweetie. He hands you the glass first. You take it with trembling fingers, sip slowly, grateful for the cool slide down your raw throat. Then he kneels again between your spread thighs and gently wipes the mess from your stomach, your breasts, your collarbones with slow careful strokes.
Hiromi watches the whole thing with half-lidded eyes, one arm still slung around your shoulders. “You always this sweet after you come on someone else’s girl, Kento?” Nanami doesn’t look up from his task. “Only when she asks nicely.”
You choke on a laugh that turns into a soft groan when the cloth brushes a particularly sensitive spot. “Stop. Both of you.” Hiromi smirks, reaches over to take the washcloth from Kento’s hand, and finishes the job himself dragging the damp fabric across your nipple until it pebbles again under the attention.
You look back up at Kento, about to ask him not to leave before Hiromi beats you to it. “You should stay,” he says, “Since it’s already so late y’know.”
Kento looks up, eyes flicking from Hiromi to you. You reach out before you can overthink it, fingers curling loosely around Nanami’s wrist. “Please,” you add softly. “Stay.” He brushes your hair to the side of your face, “Alright, of course. I’ll stay.”
Hiromi smirks lazily, already reaching for the half-empty whiskey glasses on the table. “Good. Because we’re not done catching up.” You bury your face in Hiromi’s neck to hide your blushing.
Whatta small world, indeed.
a/n: several pussy pleasure breaks were taken during the writing of this and I j wanted to share that ALSO credits to @owwllly for this masterpiece of art they drew
Slice of Life AU where Touya, Tenko, and Keigo are AU students and the big three
LORE DUMP:
Tenko is Izuku's adopted older brother. He has his original quirk and encouraged Izuku to go to UA to study to be a quirk analyst. Tenko is the main reason why Bakugo and Izuku are "best friends" still (As Izuku insists they are much to Bakugo's annoyance). He sorted out that misunderstanding at the river pretty early on and gets Bakugo to back off by saying Bakugo has a crush on Izuku and is just pulling his metaphorically pigtails
Bakugo denies this. Izuku thinks it's funny. Is generally just happy that him and Kacchan are on good terms
Both are friends with Shoto (Izuku says they are but Bakugo refuses to acknowledge this) through Touya and Tenko being friends
Touya is studying to be the number 1 hero purely to spite his father and shit on his career. But also because he wants Shoto to have a REAL hero to look up to (Their parents are divorced)
Keigo is still under the hero commission. He's an orphan but he works hard to be where he is now because he wants to be a hero for kids who were just like him. Though he says he wants to be a hero cause he wants to build a society where heroes have more free time
Oboro teaches class 3A and has dubbed Tenko his favorite student. Sees great potential in the kid though he's upset that Tenko's favorite teacher is still Aizawa from his first year. Aizawa finds the kid annoying but also saw great potential in him, but he cannot stand Tenko being his biggest and only fan cause he's so cringe about it
Izuku is in the general course and is pretty popular purely because he knows the big three. Tenko brags about his little brother being a genius quirk analyst and it inspired a lot of hero students to visit the general course and support course more often
Shouto visits Izuku often to talk about his quirk and how he can utilize it better. Brings his new friends along. But every time, without fail, Bakugo is always there first, already yelling at Izuku for one thing or another and arguing with him. Shouto tells his friends that it's normal and that those two are his bestest friends (Touya thinks it's hilarious when he says it ironically)
Keigo and Touya are pretty popular, Tenko is popular by proxy but likes to hang back away from the spotlight. He's not embarrassed by his cringe he is, shame means nothing to him. He just doesn't like the attention cause it takes focus away from what's important: League of Ledgends
He's been trying to convince the other two to call their trip the League of Flier or something along those lines, and he gets shut down every time
Tenko knew Katsuki had always been a rough kid with a smart ass mouth and the pride of someone much taller than him
There's no "but" to that sentence. Tenko thought the kid was bad news, but, much to his annoyance, his little brother Izuku seemed to look past these obvious flaws and followed Katsuki along with his other lackies
"Kacchan is amazing!" Izuku would say both to Tenko and to Katsuki's face. Tenko swears he saw Katsuki's head get bigger after the praise.
You'd think that having a friend like Izuku following you around would garner some special treatment. That Katsuki would see Izuku as his BEST friend, much like how Izuku says they are
You. Would. Think.
But no. Katsuki was all too eager to put down Tenko's baby brother just to make himself seem better. And no matter what Tenko tells Izuku or their mom, Izuku was all too eager to defend his friend and sing his praises
Tenko gave up at a certain point. They were basically babies. Surely one day, Izuku would grow out of it, so Tenko stopped interfering
That was, until Katsuki started getting more physical
All it took was one shove, and Tenko came marching over to set things straight. He didn't care that his mom would probably be disappointed in him for using his quirk like this, but at least all he was doing was lifting Katsuki up and away from his brother
and hitting him
In Tenko's defence, Katsuki threw an explosion at him first
Through the whole little fight, though, Tenko managed to get Katsuki to yell out what was bothering him and why he was being such an ass. Which led to Izuku crying out about how he "Never looked down on Kacchan! Not ever!" and how "I want to be a hero and save people by Kacchan's side!" all while he cried rivers
Which led to even MORE yelling and thrashing from Katsuki. Tenko had to fly the blond home to tell on him to Auntie Mitsuki, with Izuku running after them
THAT got Katsuki to quiet down real quick
In the end, their moms all got together for lunch to talk about what happened
Katsuki huffed and puffed through the whole thing, but did apologize (after a lot of yelling between him and Auntie Mitsuki), and both Tenko's mom and baby brother seemed all too happy to get things resolved (Much to Tenko's confusion and annoyance)
Not much has changed after that
Katsuki was still a cocky little runt, and Izuku still followed him around with stars in his eyes
Tenko thinks their friendship is weird. Always will
But after watching Katsuki beat up a bunch of older kids to defend Izuku, Tenko doesn't think the kid is all that bad
And besides, Tenko's found a new way to entertain himself outside of video games: Making fun of Kacchan
A debriefing after Robin and Ladybug team up for the first time:
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Batman: You two work well together.
Robin, scowling, brushing ash out of his hair: It’s not 'working well.' It’s survival. We nearly died six times.
Ladybug, swiping soot off her face: You’re welcome, by the way.
Robin: For what?
Ladybug: For saving your life twice. Again -- you're welcome.
Robin, huffing: Tt. I had it under control.
Ladybug: Of course you did. While dangling upside-down from a gargoyle. With your cape on fire.
Chat Noir, watching them warily: Is that supposed to be flirting or arguing?
Red Hood: I think it’s foreplay for people with trauma.
Ladybug, blushing: *[chokes on her breath]*
Robin, red in the face: If either of you speaks again, it'll be a body count.
Ladybug, turning to Robin with a frown: Am I included in that threat?
Robin: Especially you!
Batman: ... So that’s a yes on future collaborations?
Both: Absolutely not!
@starwarsmum your time with our braincell makes this so perfect thank you 💜 your genius is appreciated and makes this whole incorrect quote that much better.
“It’s always the same old shit with you..” Eren grumbled under his breath, scrolling on his phone after the fifth argument of the night.
“Don’t worry about it anymore, i’m sorry for accusing you.” You said with a straight face, letting him ‘win’ whatever point he was trying to make. All you did was ask how he was, why weren’t you answering me? Simple questions that caused the hot head to explode at you.
“Wanna look in my phone? Here look!” He said, shoving his phone in the bed, to which you threw right back towards his hip.
“That’s not even necessary, I’m cool.” You said, a laugh stuck in your throat trying to calm yourself down from yelling in his face.
“So if you don’t wanna look through my phone why are you questioning me as soon as i walk through the damn door?” Truth was he didn’t have to prove himself innocent, that cold burning feeling in your stomach when you saw how distant he’d gotten when you started taking more hours at work, complaining about how the two of you don’t spend enough time together.
“I just asked how you were at first, I thought something happened at work.” You replied, grabbing your phone from off the charger beside the bed.
The reason he was quick to show the phone this time was when you walked in on him on facetime talking to someone, the voice sounded familiar and of course you asked him who were you talking to! Going on 3 years you had every right to know but instead of him lying he blew up on you saying “You don’t pay my bill” going on a whole tangent on who pays what.
It wasn’t like you were broke, he was the type of dude to “pay for everything” but leave his wallet at home so he can treat you with dick instead. He paid the rent THIS month and felt like he was the man of YOUR apartment which irked you every time you threatened to kick him out while the two of you argued.
He hit you with “i ain’t going no where, i pay the bills blaze blahh” It was a pain in your ass and you needed a break to clear your mind on where you wanted to take things with him. You knew he was waiting for you to leave first but he had 10 days left until rent is due so until then going outside would have to suffice your nerves from being beat on by his ignorant ass.
“No nothing happened, I had to stay a bit longer because someone quit on us today so i’m sorry for not texting you..”
“Thats all I wanted to know, do you want me to order something or heat up what we had last night?”
“I can heat it up, I got to get up early in the morning baby..” He said, with a yawn in his voice. That usual sleepy time that once drove you into madness made your heart pound with anger, that prickling sensation covering your body like goosebumps.
“Okay no worries, i’m going out with Daija if that's okay? She’s having her birthday party tonight..” You asked, knowing whatever he said you were still going. Your phone cuts the awkward silence in the room with your ringtone going off like an alarm.
That ringtone.
“It’s Daija..”
“Tell her i said Happy birthday!” He yawned again, taking off his jacket so he could make his way to the bathroom to shower, he grabbed some clothes and towel before closing the bathroom door shut. With your phone in hand you quickly made your way to the kitchen to answer the unsaved number still flashing on your screen.
“Hello?”
“Heyyyy mama, i got your text what’s going on baby?”
“I was wondering what you had going on? I wanna get out of the house for the night.”
“Ahhh he ain’t put his hands on you now?”
“No..no nothing like that chill out..” You said in a hushed tone. “He yelled at me, got loud, that shit nothing crazy..can i come over?” You asked, getting straight to the point, looking back into the room to see if he was still in the shower.
“I got some people over right now but you can come through, i hadn’t seen that ass in a minute.”
“I’ve been working don’t do that..”
“And laid up with that lame ass-
“Stop it, I don’t want him in the conversation he might pop up somewhere.”
“And do what?” The voice laughs
“I’m on my way, have a drink ready for me, you know what i like.”
“You know i do..” Thé voice hummed, hanging the phone up with a click. Once you eat a little something and Eren does his little night routine you could head to the bathroom to get ready. Daija’s birthday wasn’t for another 4 months but you had to pick a friend you knew he didn’t pay attention to so he wouldn’t care if you went, if you would’ve said Liyah that would’ve had you locked in for round 6.
While you waited, you rummaged through your closet to find something loose enough to slip on but tight enough to hold someone’s attention, it had been a little while since you’ve seen your friend so you wanted to leave a good mark on their brain.
You heard the shower in the bathroom finally come to a so you picked up the red outfit on the hanger and all the accessories needed for an everything shower, you wanted to wash his scent off of you and replace it with smooth warm vanilla amber.
The bathroom door pops open and Eren emerges from the hot steam accumulated in the air, wet strands of his hair stuck to his forehead as he takes the towel from around his waist to wipe his face. It was his attempt at trying to say sorry by waving it in your face like a mutt.
“If we start now, I won’t make it in time..” You chuckled, walking past him to drop your face, rolling your eyes as you closed the door behind you.
~
“Hey baby, when you’re done in there hand me my shirt, i left it in there..” Eren called out, his headset glued to his scalp while he looked up towards the living room screen. You said ok through the thin walls of your apartment, putting on the finishes touches of your makeup, adding lipgloss to your darkly lined lips.
You grabbed his shirt from off the floor and the rest of your stuff out of the bathroom, listening to your phone buzz on the counter 5 times all coming from the same number.
“Here’s your shirt baby, i got to go..” You said, grabbing your phone and sure enough your intuition was spot on.
where u at?
don’t make me pull up to yo house
text me when u here
You responded with 3 letters saying you were on the way, grabbing your purse carrying only your lip gloss, some gum, your car keys and a wallet.
You called out to Eren again to get his shirt only to come to realize he couldn’t hear a fuck thing you were saying with his headphones on, leaving his shit on the bed to walk out into the living room.
“Woah woah, what time you’ll be back? Where’s the rest of this ensemble?”
“This is the rest of it and I should be back by 3 clubs close at 2..” You said, letting him kiss your cheek twice before leaving down your apartment stairs.
You haven't seen Jabber in almost 4 months since you started messing around with him, the thought of seeing him at his place with other people around scared you only because you didn’t know who Eren knew.
That’s what made it feel so right.
You met him out with Liyah on a girls night downtown, club hopping from one place to the next taking all the free shots you could get making it a bet on who would get the most with Liyah in the lead with 2.
“We got Persia’s next, it’s right down there.” She giggled, clicking her heels on the concrete as she walked. It was a lot of people walking up and down the street, food trucks and vendors on every corner filling up the street and people hanging around their decked out cars blasting their own music. That’s when he pulled up near the line of the club in a black dodge challenger with purple details on the side.
You watched him exit his car seeing his hand flip his dreads over his head, dapping up someone who recognized him in the street.
“You think you can get a shot out of him?”
“Outta that? Too easy, you're doubting me now?” You giggle, cutting your eyes back on the 6’2 dread head who looked like he was coming your way.
“Okay too easy, you got this then..” Liyah challenged, turning her back towards the street pretending to read the club logo.
“Excuse me, I like yo locs who did em?” You said reaching your hand out to grab his graphic white shirt. With a closer look at him, it looked like he had just got his hair done, on his neck was a silver cuban link that paired well with his thick ass watch sitting on his tatted arm.
“I did ‘em why lil mama?” He chuckled, looking at you with interest.
“I was just asking, they look good on you..” You smiled, batting your eyelashes up at the tall pink eyed man.
“Whats yo name?”
“Y/n, this my friend Liyah.” You said, tapping her on the side.
“Yo friend don’t mind me cutting the line do she?”
“If you buy us a drink..” Liyah chimed in, listening to people in the back groan in annoyance seeing Jabber and his friends cut the line. You side-eyed your friend for technically taking your point but you both laughed it off since you were both getting something out of it.
One drink turned into two, then it went to shots which lead Liyah stuck in the bathroom with Jabber’s friend getting her fill which left you alone with the hot pink eyed demon.
“Jay i-i know we having fun but I got someone i deal with an”
“Yeah, and i got a pet fish..”
“Wait what?”
“I thought we were talking about shit that don’t matter, but keep going..” He chuckled, throwing down another shot.
“Don’t be corny, i’m dead ass I ain’t trying to blow you off or nothing..just being honest.” You said, holding his hand on your thigh. The way he was squeezing on the sides of your skin made you want to take his hand under that short dress, no matter who was watching.
“He ain’t here is he? I don’t care about what you got going on, you in here with me..”
That’s how you ended up in a similar situation to Liyah’s only you two ended up in the back of the club on the wall with each others tongues down your throats, his hand cupping the bottom of your ass.
His dick felt hot to the touch as it grew with every touch you gave him, you loved feeling him grunt between your lips.
“I-i gotta go home, i gotta get Liyah home..” You mumbled, pressing against his chest to move off of him. He pulled back with a solemn look like he was trying to say he wanted you to say.
“I got your number..i’ll text you..” You said to him, wandering of into the crowd to find Liyah and make it home at a reasonable hour.
“Yeah ight..” Jabber said to himself, sucking his teeth still having his eye on you. He wasn’t expecting a text back or even to from anything after that night, neither were you since it was just a game you and Liyah played whenever you needed social attention, it wasn’t supposed to get that far with him, even the night you texted him!
You had just kicked Erne out of your apartment because you didn’t want to argue throughout the night and you needed the space. You were going to delete his number until you made the impulsive decision to text him ‘just to see if he would respond’ to which he did.
The plan was to meet up with him, smoke, and leave, you followed no scripts, no rules, nothing. You broke your guard down once you saw Jabber’s tatted arms drive around the city, the way he licked his lips while staring at yours, how the rasp in his voice forced your thighs to clench together.
No wonder you ended up with his locs smothered between your thighs in his dodge, he flashed that razor sharp tooth smile at you, telling you every thing you wanted to hear. He let you rant his ears off about Eren, telling you how weak he really was for putting you through something like that.
You found out he deals around a few people you live by and you quickly understood the lifestyle he was a part of, it explained the thick ass wad of cash and how he could relate to your situation. He wouldn’t be around all the time which was good for your predicament.
So once a month you met up with him to catch up, he’d feed you real good, rub your feet down if you needed it and let you ride along if he had any extra places he needed to go. And the nights you went were spent at his place lying in bed sucking his dick under the covers while he smoked.
Now that it had been a little over 4 months your nerves were tighter than the thong submerged between your ass cheeks. You hadn’t been in his backyard in so long you almost pulled up in the front! Turning your car around you pulled in the back way of his house, texting him that you were here.
**
The sound of a screen door snaps your attention away from your phone, you look at the back door to see Jabber walk out of the house in a fitted black tank top and some grey sweats which he held with one of his hands as he walked around the front of your car to the driver seat window.
His hair had grown out from the last retwist you saw him in letting his hair hang low in front of his face. Lowering your window the dread head pushed his locs out of his face to lower his head down, flashing a shiny new piece of material in his mouth.
A silver diamond encrusted grill in the shape of fangs.
“Wassup mama, hadn’t seen you in a minute..” He smiled, another sharp flash of those fucking fangs.
“I know and i’m sorry, you know I work and I’ve been dealing with Eren’s shit again..”
“Keep talking about that nigga and I’m coming home with you to see about his ass..” Jabber scoffs, opening your car door to let you out, hearing the muted music playing from the inside of the house.
“Shut the hell up Jay, if i can’t talk about him you can’t threaten him, where’s my drink at?” You said, trying to change the subject immediately.
“In the fridge waiting for you but let me see you..” Jabber smirked, pulling you in for a deep hug, his cologne a smoky burned vanilla like scent mixed in the weed. He rubbed the sides of your waist lowering them to your ass, giving you a good squeeze.
“Mmm.. I missed you too.”You muttered into his chest. “You just suck at texting somebody back..” You shot back, playfully hitting chest causing him to grab your wrist to pull you back into him, a playful smirk written on his face.
“Get inside girl so you can drink yo little drink, I can roll something for us in the room if it’s too much, all on you baby..”
“You know how i like it.” You looked at him, rubbing your glossed lips at him, walking up the steps to get into his house, feeling a light smack on your ass.
You waved to the people you knew and watched Jabber talk to a few folks before making it to his bedroom.He went to grab your drink from the fridge while you looked around to see what had changed since the last time you came.
New shoes still in the boxes were stacked up in the corner next to the closet full of clothes still with the tags on em and his jewelry dresser he did not play about.
“Here ma..” Jabber said coming back with a bag full of weed in one hand and your drink in the other, closing the door behind him as the muffled music continued to be heard outside.
He put the stuff down and you wasted no time grabbing him by the sides of his face, to kiss his plump lips holding the silver fangs that you’ve been staring at the entire time. He matched your energy by pulling your hips closer to his, sliding his tongue into your mouth biting your lip with the grill.
“When did you get this?” You questioned, pulling away from the kiss to tug at his bottom lip.
“That’s what got you grabbing at me like that?” He smiles, using his now known new power against that pulsing spot between your thighs.
“I wish all these people weren’t here, i need that Jay..”
“Them people in there don’t fucking matter, you know they don’t, take them panties off so i can fix that lil problem you got ..” Jabber hums, a sinful expression painted on his face as he watched you hop back on his bed, lifting your legs up to take off the thong hiding between those juicy lips.
“Come fix it..” You teased, opening your legs to spread your slick folds wide with your fingers, licking the excess of your fingers to go back in for another feel.
The dread headed man crawls onto the bed towards you holding his hair back to get a taste of the sweet juices you were making just for him. You rubbed your clit while he stuck his tongue in that preheated cunt lick up to help your fingers.
“It’s like that?” He asks, lifting his head up to show his cum covered lips and the grill still in his mouth.
“Ja-Jay..”
“Keep playing with that pussy in my face..” He moaned, sliding his tongue over your clit while you continued to rub circles, keeping your eyes locked on his silver mouth. You had to help him out by wrapping his hair in a ponytail with a hair band you had on your wrist.
“Eat that pussy like it’s yours..” You groaned, rocking your hips into his mouth, listening to him moan on your clit.
“Like I been doing?” He said with a mouth full, sucking on the swollen spot, sneaking two fingers inside while he continued swirling his fat tongue around your soaked pussy.
“Just like you been doing Jay..fuck..” You grunted, moving your hips faster to keep up with his fingers, sneaking that first orgasm out of your body like it belonged to him.
“Oh shitt!” You cried to him as he sucked harder, wanting the next one to follow right after.
“That fucking easy?” He laughed, taking his lips off of you, pumping his fingers on that puffy spot, looking up with a smile.
“It ain’t even been that long and I still know my way around..”
“Put that shit in my mouth..” You huffed, trying to keep from cumming again to prove that bastards point.
“Oh yeah? Here you go, keep talking shit and see where it gets you..” Jabber grins, pulling his thick length out of his sweats rubbing himself off in front of you.
“Eren thought he knew what he was doing too..” You scoffed, leaning forward towards the edge of the bed, getting ready to grab his dick only to receive hard smack against your ass. If the music wasn’t as loud as it was someone would have heard the two of you making up for lost time.
“What’s the word mama?” He asked firmly, yanking your chin up to look at his searing hot gaze.
“Green Daddy..” You beamed, receiving another hard smack on your cheek, feeling Jabber grab a hold of your neck holding his sticky pre-cum covered tip into your mouth, starting at a slow pace to get you back to his shape instead of Erens.
“You’n know how to take me down that throat no more ma?” Jabber smiled, stopping his throats to let you work on his dick. You put one of your hands on his length, swirling your wrist up and down keeping your with your throat, holding his tip all the way to your uvula.
“God damn! That’s what’s i’m talking about, that fucking mouth..” Jabber groans out, pushing your head further and faster, lifting up his tank top to avoid all the spit you were spilling out of your face.
You coughed, gagged and slobbered all on his fat dick, slapping it on your lips and tongue looking up at him with a messy face.
“I love when you get into that shit baby, eat that dick up just like that..that’s what you be giving him?” Jabber pants, sliding out of your mouth to lift you up by your hair which fell out of its original style. There was no way in hell you could go home in the condition he was about to put you in.
“Face in them fucking sheets since you scare someone gon hear you..” He said, flipping you around like you’re weighed nothing to him, arching your face into his sheets and that ass in the air just how like it.
You shook your ass in his face, taking your hands to spread yourself for him, playing with your sopping wet cunt. You loved listening to the noises you both made, touching yourselves to the sight of one another.
While you laid there waiting for him to stick it in, you felt hard leather go across your cheeks, then another one shortly after.
“Shit! Jay!” You whined to him, throwing one of your hands back to stop his swings, but that just made him grab a hold of your wrist, laying another smack on your ass with one of his belts.
“Nah this what you wanted right? You wanted somebody to beat this pussy the way you want huh? He can’t do you like I can baby..”
He lays another heavy smack with the belt taking that same breath to slide himself past those soaking lips and deep inside of your slippery walls mixing the pleasure into your mind causing your eyes to cross. He was always this rough with you and it was exactly what you needed to turn your brain off and into a pile of ecstasy.
“No baby..he can’t..oh he can’t fuck!” You whimpered, throwing your hips back against his already calculated strokes.
“Come on..uh un keep talking that shit i like.” Jabber grunts, laying another smack to your ass with the leather.
“Fuck!” You screamed, your walls tightening around his cock, sucking him down as you came, trembling in his grasp. “Show me how he supposed to fuck me Jabber..What’s he doing wrong?”
“I know what he ain’t doing baby..” Jabber smirks, pulling out of you to squat down on his knees, putting his face deep into your filthy mess licking up and down from your pussy to lick that other pretty hole above her just to plunge himself back into your cunt, slipping his thumb inside of that tight hole.
“Such a nasty ass nigga..” You moaned, biting your lip while you kept pushing your ass back on him, looking back to see he had his shirt off and he still kept that messy ass ponytail you had him earlier.
“I’m nasty mama? Imma nasty what?” He cooed, slowing his strokes down to talk his shit.
“Who you gonn keep running back too? Who gon do you like me?” He went on, slipping his thumb out to grip the sides of your hips reaching down to grab your neck to pull you back.
“Nobody gon fuck me like this Jay..” You cried out, throwing your arm back to pull him closer to your ears and neck,
“No fucking body you understand me?” He whispered into your ear, holding your tits spilling out of the top you wore, pinching and rolling your nipples while he continued to thrust from behind.
“Nobody!!” You screamed out, letting your muscles contract squirting out your sweet juices onto his sheets, making Jabber slip out his still hard dick and rub your clit with his tip purposely making you more sensitive.
“You feel that baby?” Jabber that’s, laying a few slaps on your clit as you gave him a satisfied expression on your face, your body trembling and all.
“I love it when you play with my pussy..” You confessed, flipping over on your back.
“Yeah you love when Daddy get you right huh?”
“I love when you get me right.” You whined, watching his fuchsia eyes scan your body before putting his lips back on yours letting you pull on his hair or whatever you could to get as deep into his skin as you could.
You throw your body weight against him to put yourself on top, taking your hand between your legs to drag his dick back into where it belonged while lazily kissing him all in the mouth, licking and sucking his tongue while he softly bounced you on his length. You grabbed the headboard for support so you could switch from a laying position to sit fully on his dick, squeezing your cunt on him while using your tippy toes to stay on it.
“Ain’t no way you showing out like this for me..” Jabber moaned with a smile, slapping your ass every time you bounced, leaving his hand mark on one of your cheeks.
“Hold my hips baby, get that nut for me Daddy..” You hummed to him, grinding your hips faster feeling your knees burn but you pushed on, letting that sensation form right in the center of your stomach.
The way he threw his head back in pure pleasure forcing you down on his thick, pulsating dick hard enough to leave bruises on your sides.
“Cum in yo pussy Jabber..” You moaned to him, putting your arms around his neck, squeezing your walls tight to suck out all of his sweet white shots, listening to Jabber moan out broken versions of your name, still thrusting what he had left deeper into you.
“Uh un don’t run from this dick..” Jabber growled, flipping the both of you over into your back, restarting the abuse in your gspot. He spread open those pretty legs and gripped on your hips with all his might, rubbing that sensitive nub once more to drive you insane.
He saw you take your hand towards his chest, pushing him off a bit, whining at how it was too much
“Don’t run from this dick Y/n! You can’t run back to him.. you gon feel this..” Jabber growled, putting your hands above your head with one of his hands while the other smoothly wrapped around your throat squeezing tighter with each stroke.
The crazed pink eyed devil laughed as he thrusted into you, throwing your leg over his shoulder to stroke his hips at a better angle, releasing your throat just at the right second to let you breathe.
He lays a few love taps across your face to keep you in this moment. The heroin like effect made your mind loopy, and the only thing in your eyes was him.
“You got one more in you baby girl, one more..” He huffed, picking up his speed while you babbled nonsense to yourself feeling so full of him.
“Gonna cum- cum for you daddy..” You managed to get out, rubbing yourself with your pretty acrylics till Jabber pulled out of heat, cumming all over your stomach and chest , watching the dread head stain his knuckles squeezing out every last bit.
You laid on your back, eyes going in and out of focus as the soft veil of the after glow covered you in sweet bliss.
“If you needed it that bad I would’ve gotten that ass in the car..” Jabber laughs, coming in to lay down on top of you, pushing your now fucked up hairstyle out of your face.
“So all them people could see us outside?” You said, giggling to yourself while you rubbed the side of his face, pushing a loc out of the way.
BANG BANG BANG
“Fuck me Jabber…Ohhhh take that dick..” a voice on the other side mocked.
“I think they hear us already..
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Just the start of Plug! Jabber's debut🙂 enjoy your stay in the playhouse doll.
“It’s always the same old shit with you..” Eren grumbled under his breath, scrolling on his phone after the fifth argument of the night.
“Don’t worry about it anymore, i’m sorry for accusing you.” You said with a straight face, letting him ‘win’ whatever point he was trying to make. All you did was ask how he was, why weren’t you answering me? Simple questions that caused the hot head to explode at you.
“Wanna look in my phone? Here look!” He said, shoving his phone in the bed, to which you threw right back towards his hip.
“That’s not even necessary, I’m cool.” You said, a laugh stuck in your throat trying to calm yourself down from yelling in his face.
“So if you don’t wanna look through my phone why are you questioning me as soon as i walk through the damn door?” Truth was he didn’t have to prove himself innocent, that cold burning feeling in your stomach when you saw how distant he’d gotten when you started taking more hours at work, complaining about how the two of you don’t spend enough time together.
“I just asked how you were at first, I thought something happened at work.” You replied, grabbing your phone from off the charger beside the bed.
The reason he was quick to show the phone this time was when you walked in on him on facetime talking to someone, the voice sounded familiar and of course you asked him who were you talking to! Going on 3 years you had every right to know but instead of him lying he blew up on you saying “You don’t pay my bill” going on a whole tangent on who pays what.
It wasn’t like you were broke, he was the type of dude to “pay for everything” but leave his wallet at home so he can treat you with dick instead. He paid the rent THIS month and felt like he was the man of YOUR apartment which irked you every time you threatened to kick him out while the two of you argued.
He hit you with “i ain’t going no where, i pay the bills blaze blahh” It was a pain in your ass and you needed a break to clear your mind on where you wanted to take things with him. You knew he was waiting for you to leave first but he had 10 days left until rent is due so until then going outside would have to suffice your nerves from being beat on by his ignorant ass.
“No nothing happened, I had to stay a bit longer because someone quit on us today so i’m sorry for not texting you..”
“Thats all I wanted to know, do you want me to order something or heat up what we had last night?”
“I can heat it up, I got to get up early in the morning baby..” He said, with a yawn in his voice. That usual sleepy time that once drove you into madness made your heart pound with anger, that prickling sensation covering your body like goosebumps.
“Okay no worries, i’m going out with Daija if that's okay? She’s having her birthday party tonight..” You asked, knowing whatever he said you were still going. Your phone cuts the awkward silence in the room with your ringtone going off like an alarm.
That ringtone.
“It’s Daija..”
“Tell her i said Happy birthday!” He yawned again, taking off his jacket so he could make his way to the bathroom to shower, he grabbed some clothes and towel before closing the bathroom door shut. With your phone in hand you quickly made your way to the kitchen to answer the unsaved number still flashing on your screen.
“Hello?”
“Heyyyy mama, i got your text what’s going on baby?”
“I was wondering what you had going on? I wanna get out of the house for the night.”
“Ahhh he ain’t put his hands on you now?”
“No..no nothing like that chill out..” You said in a hushed tone. “He yelled at me, got loud, that shit nothing crazy..can i come over?” You asked, getting straight to the point, looking back into the room to see if he was still in the shower.
“I got some people over right now but you can come through, i hadn’t seen that ass in a minute.”
“I’ve been working don’t do that..”
“And laid up with that lame ass-
“Stop it, I don’t want him in the conversation he might pop up somewhere.”
“And do what?” The voice laughs
“I’m on my way, have a drink ready for me, you know what i like.”
“You know i do..” Thé voice hummed, hanging the phone up with a click. Once you eat a little something and Eren does his little night routine you could head to the bathroom to get ready. Daija’s birthday wasn’t for another 4 months but you had to pick a friend you knew he didn’t pay attention to so he wouldn’t care if you went, if you would’ve said Liyah that would’ve had you locked in for round 6.
While you waited, you rummaged through your closet to find something loose enough to slip on but tight enough to hold someone’s attention, it had been a little while since you’ve seen your friend so you wanted to leave a good mark on their brain.
You heard the shower in the bathroom finally come to a so you picked up the red outfit on the hanger and all the accessories needed for an everything shower, you wanted to wash his scent off of you and replace it with smooth warm vanilla amber.
The bathroom door pops open and Eren emerges from the hot steam accumulated in the air, wet strands of his hair stuck to his forehead as he takes the towel from around his waist to wipe his face. It was his attempt at trying to say sorry by waving it in your face like a mutt.
“If we start now, I won’t make it in time..” You chuckled, walking past him to drop your face, rolling your eyes as you closed the door behind you.
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“Hey baby, when you’re done in there hand me my shirt, i left it in there..” Eren called out, his headset glued to his scalp while he looked up towards the living room screen. You said ok through the thin walls of your apartment, putting on the finishes touches of your makeup, adding lipgloss to your darkly lined lips.
You grabbed his shirt from off the floor and the rest of your stuff out of the bathroom, listening to your phone buzz on the counter 5 times all coming from the same number.
“Here’s your shirt baby, i got to go..” You said, grabbing your phone and sure enough your intuition was spot on.
where u at?
don’t make me pull up to yo house
text me when u here
You responded with 3 letters saying you were on the way, grabbing your purse carrying only your lip gloss, some gum, your car keys and a wallet.
You called out to Eren again to get his shirt only to come to realize he couldn’t hear a fuck thing you were saying with his headphones on, leaving his shit on the bed to walk out into the living room.
“Woah woah, what time you’ll be back? Where’s the rest of this ensemble?”
“This is the rest of it and I should be back by 3 clubs close at 2..” You said, letting him kiss your cheek twice before leaving down your apartment stairs.
You haven't seen Jabber in almost 4 months since you started messing around with him, the thought of seeing him at his place with other people around scared you only because you didn’t know who Eren knew.
That’s what made it feel so right.
You met him out with Liyah on a girls night downtown, club hopping from one place to the next taking all the free shots you could get making it a bet on who would get the most with Liyah in the lead with 2.
“We got Persia’s next, it’s right down there.” She giggled, clicking her heels on the concrete as she walked. It was a lot of people walking up and down the street, food trucks and vendors on every corner filling up the street and people hanging around their decked out cars blasting their own music. That’s when he pulled up near the line of the club in a black dodge challenger with purple details on the side.
You watched him exit his car seeing his hand flip his dreads over his head, dapping up someone who recognized him in the street.
“You think you can get a shot out of him?”
“Outta that? Too easy, you're doubting me now?” You giggle, cutting your eyes back on the 6’2 dread head who looked like he was coming your way.
“Okay too easy, you got this then..” Liyah challenged, turning her back towards the street pretending to read the club logo.
“Excuse me, I like yo locs who did em?” You said reaching your hand out to grab his graphic white shirt. With a closer look at him, it looked like he had just got his hair done, on his neck was a silver cuban link that paired well with his thick ass watch sitting on his tatted arm.
“I did ‘em why lil mama?” He chuckled, looking at you with interest.
“I was just asking, they look good on you..” You smiled, batting your eyelashes up at the tall pink eyed man.
“Whats yo name?”
“Y/n, this my friend Liyah.” You said, tapping her on the side.
“Yo friend don’t mind me cutting the line do she?”
“If you buy us a drink..” Liyah chimed in, listening to people in the back groan in annoyance seeing Jabber and his friends cut the line. You side-eyed your friend for technically taking your point but you both laughed it off since you were both getting something out of it.
One drink turned into two, then it went to shots which lead Liyah stuck in the bathroom with Jabber’s friend getting her fill which left you alone with the hot pink eyed demon.
“Jay i-i know we having fun but I got someone i deal with an”
“Yeah, and i got a pet fish..”
“Wait what?”
“I thought we were talking about shit that don’t matter, but keep going..” He chuckled, sowing another shot.
“Don’t be corny, i’m dead ass I ain’t trying to blow you off or nothing..just being honest.” You said, holding his hand on your thigh. The way he was squeezing on the sides of your skin made you want to take his hand under that short dress, no matter who was watching.
“He ain’t here is he? I don’t care about what you got going on, you in here with me..”
That’s how you ended up in a similar situation to Liyah’s only you two ended up in the back of the club on the wall with each others tongues down your throats, his hand cupping the bottom of your ass.
His dick felt hot to the touch as it grew with every touch you gave him, you loved feeling him grunt between your lips.
“I-i gotta go home, i gotta get Liyah home..” You mumbled, pressing against his chest to move off of him. He pulled back with a solemn look like he was trying to say he wanted you to say.
“I got your number..i’ll text you..” You said to him, wandering of into the crowd to find Liyah and make it home at a reasonable hour.
“Yeah ight..” Jabber said to himself, sucking his teeth still having his eye on you. He wasn’t expecting a text back or even to from anything after that night, neither were you since it was just a game you and Liyah played whenever you needed social attention, it wasn’t supposed to get that far with him, even the night you texted him!
You had just kicked Erne out of your apartment because you didn’t want to argue throughout the night and you needed the space. You were going to delete his number until you made the impulsive decision to text him ‘just to see if he would respond’ to which he did.
The plan was to meet up with him, smoke, and leave, you followed no scripts, no rules, nothing. You broke your guard down once you saw Jabber’s tatted arms drive around the city, the way he licked his lips while staring at yours, how the rasp in his voice forced your thighs to clench together.
No wonder you ended up with his locs smothered between your thighs in his dodge, he flashed that razor sharp tooth smile at you, telling you every thing you wanted to hear. He let you rant his ears off about Eren, telling you how weak he really was for putting you through something like that.
You found out he deals around a few people you live by and you quickly understood the lifestyle he was a part of, it explained the thick ass wad of cash and how he could relate to your situation. He wouldn’t be around all the time which was good for your predicament.
So once a month you met up with him to catch up, he’d feed you real good, rub your feet down if you needed it and let you ride along if he had any extra places he needed to go. And the nights you went were spent at his place lying in bed sucking his dick under the covers while he smoked.
Now that it had been a little over 4 months your nerves were tighter than the thong submerged between your ass cheeks. You hadn’t been in his backyard in so long you almost pulled up in the front! Turning your car around you pulled in the back way of his house, texting him that you were here.
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The sound of a screen door snaps your attention away from your phone, you look at the back door to see Jabber walk out of the house in a fitted black tank top and some grey sweats which he held with one of his hands as he walked around the front of your car to the driver seat window.
His hair had grown out from the last retwist you saw him in letting his hair hang low in front of his face. Lowering your window the dread head pushed his locs out of his face to lower his head down, flashing a shiny new piece of material in his mouth.
A silver diamond encrusted grill in the shape of fangs.
“Wassup mama, hadn’t seen you in a minute..” He smiled, another sharp flash of those fucking fangs.
“I know and i’m sorry, you know I work and I’ve been dealing with Eren’s shit again..”
“Keep talking about that nigga and I’m coming home with you to see about his ass..” Jabber scoffs, opening your car door to let you out, hearing the muted music playing from the inside of the house.
“Shut the hell up Jay, if i can’t talk about him you can’t threaten him, where’s my drink at?” You said, trying to change the subject immediately.
“In the fridge waiting for you but let me see you..” Jabber smirked, pulling you in for a deep hug, his cologne a smoky burned vanilla like scent mixed in the weed. He rubbed the sides of your waist lowering them to your ass, giving you a good squeeze.
“Mmm.. I missed you too.”You muttered into his chest. “You just suck at texting somebody back..” You shot back, playfully hitting chest causing him to grab your wrist to pull you back into him, a playful smirk written on his face.
“Get inside girl so you can drink yo little drink, I can roll something for us in the room if it’s too much, all on you baby..”
“You know how i like it.” You looked at him, rubbing your glossed lips at him, walking up the steps to get into his house, feeling a light smack on your ass.
You waved to the people you knew and watched Jabber talk to a few folks before making it to his bedroom.He went to grab your drink from the fridge while you looked around to see what had changed since the last time you came.
New shoes still in the boxes were stacked up in the corner next to the closet full of clothes still with the tags on em and his jewelry dresser he did not play about.
“Here ma..” Jabber said coming back with a bag full of weed in one hand and your drink in the other, closing the door behind him as the muffled music continued to be heard outside.
He put the stuff down and you wasted no time grabbing him by the sides of his face, to kiss his plump lips holding the silver fangs that you’ve been staring at the entire time. He matched your energy by pulling your hips closer to his, sliding his tongue into your mouth biting your lip with the grill.
“When did you get this?” You questioned, pulling away from the kiss to tug at his bottom lip.
“That’s what got you grabbing at me like that?” He smiles, using his now known new power against that pulsing spot between your thighs.
“I wish all these people weren’t here, i need that Jay..”
“Them people in there don’t fucking matter, you know they don’t, take them panties off so i can fix that lil problem you got ..” Jabber hums, a sinful expression painted on his face as he watched you hop back on his bed, lifting your legs up to take off the thong hiding between those juicy lips.
“Come fix it..” You teased, opening your legs to spread your slick folds wide with your fingers, licking the excess of your fingers to go back in for another feel.
The dread headed man crawls onto the bed towards you holding his hair back to get a taste of the sweet juices you were making just for him. You rubbed your clit while he stuck his tongue in that preheated cunt lick up to help your fingers.
“It’s like that?” He asks, lifting his head up to show his cum covered lips and the grill still in his mouth.
“Ja-Jay..”
“Keep playing with that pussy in my face..” He moaned, sliding his tongue over your clit while you continued to rub circles, keeping your eyes locked on his silver mouth. You had to help him out by wrapping his hair in a ponytail with a hair band you had on your wrist.
“Eat that pussy like it’s yours..” You groaned, rocking your hips into his mouth, listening to him moan on your clit.
“Like I been doing?” He said with a mouth full, sucking on the swollen spot, sneaking two fingers inside while he continued swirling his fat tongue around your soaked pussy.
“Just like you been doing Jay..fuck..” You grunted, moving your hips faster to keep up with his fingers, sneaking that first orgasm out of your body like it belonged to him.
“Oh shitt!” You cried to him as he sucked harder, wanting the next one to follow right after.
“That fucking easy?” He laughed, taking his lips off of you, pumping his fingers on that puffy spot, looking up with a smile.
“It ain’t even been that long and I still know my way around..”
“Put that shit in my mouth..” You huffed, trying to keep from cumming again to prove that bastards point.
“Oh yeah? Here you go, keep talking shit and see where it gets you..” Jabber grins, pulling his thick length out of his sweats rubbing himself off in front of you.
“Eren thought he knew what he was doing too..” You scoffed, leaning forward towards the edge of the bed, getting ready to grab his dick only to receive hard smack against your ass. If the music wasn’t as loud as it was someone would have heard the two of you making up for lost time.
“What’s the word mama?” He asked firmly, yanking your chin up to look at his searing hot gaze.
“Green Daddy..” You beamed, receiving another hard smack on your cheek, feeling Jabber grab a hold of your neck holding his sticky pre-cum covered tip into your mouth, starting at a slow pace to get you back to his shape instead of Erens.
“You’n know how to take me down that throat no more ma?” Jabber smiled, stopping his throats to let you work on his dick. You put one of your hands on his length, swirling your wrist up and down keeping your with your throat, holding his tip all the way to your uvula.
“God damn! That’s what’s i’m talking about, that fucking mouth..” Jabber groans out, pushing your head further and faster, lifting up his tank top to avoid all the spit you were spilling out of your face.
You coughed, gagged and slobbered all on his fat dick, slapping it on your lips and tongue looking up at him with a messy face.
“I love when you get into that shit baby, eat that dick up just like that..that’s what you be giving him?” Jabber pants, sliding out of your mouth to lift you up by your hair which fell out of its original style. There was no way in hell you could go home in the condition he was about to put you in.
“Face in them fucking sheets since you scare someone gon hear you..” He said, flipping you around like you’re weighed nothing to him, arching your face into his sheets and that ass in the air just how like it.
You shook your ass in his face, taking your hands to spread yourself for him, playing with your sopping wet cunt. You loved listening to the noises you both made, touching yourselves to the sight of one another.
While you laid there waiting for him to stick it in, you felt hard leather go across your cheeks, then another one shortly after.
“Shit! Jay!” You whined to him, throwing one of your hands back to stop his swings, but that just made him grab a hold of your wrist, laying another smack on your ass with one of his belts.
“Nah this what you wanted right? You wanted somebody to beat this pussy the way you want huh? He can’t do you like I can baby..”
He lays another heavy smack with the belt taking that same breath to slide himself past those soaking lips and deep inside of your slippery walls mixing the pleasure into your mind causing your eyes to cross. He was always this rough with you and it was exactly what you needed to turn your brain off and into a pile of ecstasy.
“No baby..he can’t..oh he can’t fuck!” You whimpered, throwing your hips back against his already calculated strokes.
“Come on..uh un keep talking that shit i like.” Jabber grunts, laying another smack to your ass with the leather.
“Fuck!” You screamed, your walls tightening around his cock, sucking him down as you came, trembling in his grasp. “Show me how he supposed to fuck me Jabber..What’s he doing wrong?”
“I know what he ain’t doing baby..” Jabber smirks, pulling out of you to squat down on his knees, putting his face deep into your filthy mess licking up and down from your pussy to lick that other pretty hole above her just to plunge himself back into your cunt, slipping his thumb inside of that tight hole.
“Such a nasty ass nigga..” You moaned, biting your lip while you kept pushing your ass back on him, looking back to see he had his shirt off and he still kept that messy ass ponytail you had him earlier.
“I’m nasty mama? Imma nasty what?” He cooed, slowing his strokes down to talk his shit.
“Who you gonn keep running back too? Who gon do you like me?” He went on, slipping his thumb out to grip the sides of your hips reaching down to grab your neck to pull you back.
“Nobody gon fuck me like this Jay..” You cried out, throwing your arm back to pull him closer to your ears and neck,
“No fucking body you understand me?” He whispered into your ear, holding your tits spilling out of the top you wore, pinching and rolling your nipples while he continued to thrust from behind.
“Nobody!!” You screamed out, letting your muscles contract squirting out your sweet juices onto his sheets, making Jabber slip out his still hard dick and rub your clit with his tip purposely making you more sensitive.
“You feel that baby?” Jabber that’s, laying a few slaps on your clit as you gave him a satisfied expression on your face, your body trembling and all.
“I love it when you play with my pussy..” You confessed, flipping over on your back.
“Yeah you love when Daddy get you right huh?”
“I love when you get me right.” You whined, watching his fuchsia eyes scan your body before putting his lips back on yours letting you pull on his hair or whatever you could to get as deep into his skin as you could.
You throw your body weight against him to put yourself on top, taking your hand between your legs to drag his dick back into where it belonged while lazily kissing him all in the mouth, licking and sucking his tongue while he softly bounced you on his length. You grabbed the headboard for support so you could switch from a laying position to sit fully on his dick, squeezing your cunt on him while using your tippy toes to stay on it.
“Ain’t no way you showing out like this for me..” Jabber moaned with a smile, slapping your ass every time you bounced, leaving his hand mark on one of your cheeks.
“Hold my hips baby, get that nut for me Daddy..” You hummed to him, grinding your hips faster feeling your knees burn but you pushed on, letting that sensation form right in the center of your stomach.
The way he threw his head back in pure pleasure forcing you down on his thick, pulsating dick hard enough to leave bruises on your sides.
“Cum in yo pussy Jabber..” You moaned to him, putting your arms around his neck, squeezing your walls tight to suck out all of his sweet white shots, listening to Jabber moan out broken versions of your name, still thrusting what he had left deeper into you.
“Uh un don’t run from this dick..” Jabber growled, flipping the both of you over into your back, restarting the abuse in your gspot. He spread open those pretty legs and gripped on your hips with all his might, rubbing that sensitive nub once more to drive you insane.
He saw you take your hand towards his chest, pushing him off a bit, whining at how it was too much
“Don’t run from this dick Y/n! You can’t run back to him.. you gon feel this..” Jabber growled, putting your hands above your head with one of his hands while the other smoothly wrapped around your throat squeezing tighter with each stroke.
The crazed pink eyed devil laughed as he thrusted into you, throwing your leg over his shoulder to stroke his hips at a better angle, releasing your throat just at the right second to let you breathe.
He lays a few love taps across your face to keep you in this moment. The heroin like effect made your mind loopy, and the only thing in your eyes was him.
“You got one more in you baby girl, one more..” He huffed, picking up his speed while you babbled nonsense to yourself feeling so full of him.
“Gonna cum- cum for you daddy..” You managed to get out, rubbing yourself with your pretty acrylics till Jabber pulled out of heat, cumming all over your stomach and chest , watching the dread head stain his knuckles squeezing out every last bit.
You laid on your back, eyes going in and out of focus as the soft veil of the after glow covered you in sweet bliss.
“If you needed it that bad I would’ve gotten that ass in the car..” Jabber laughs, coming in to lay down on top of you, pushing your now fucked up hairstyle out of your face.
“So all them people could see us outside?” You said, giggling to yourself while you rubbed the side of his face, pushing a loc out of the way.
BANG BANG BANG
“Fuck me Jabber…Ohhhh take that dick..” a voice on the other side mocked.
“I think they hear us already..
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Just the start of Plug! Jabber's debut🙂 enjoy your stay in the playhouse doll.
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