⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆— TAKE YOU LIKE A DRUG..
୨୧ contains - no use of y/n, sorta doesn’t make sense lol, plug! jabber au, mentions of smoking, slow-burn?, smoke & sorta drug use, mentions of ghosting, everyone aged up (21+), jabber yearning for reader?, big angst, jealousy, emotional, pet names (good girl, ma, mamas, beautiful, etc), oral (f! receiving), fingering, jabber talking through it, gentle sex, and lastly aftercare.
୨୧ pairing - plug! jabber x fem! reader
୨୧ wordcount -5.7k
୨୧ notes - please listen to ‘daddy issue’ by the neighbourhood while reading this. it’ll make so much sense.
ʚɞ — i taste you on my tongue..
that friday night, you found yourself sprawled on the roof of his beat-up car, joint passing back and forth between you like it was breathing.
the city lights blurred below, and jabber’s shoulder was warm against yours.
“you know why i let you smoke my premium?” he asked, exhaling smoke into the night. his knee bounced restlessly, foot tapping against the car door.
“tell me about it,” you looked at him, passing back the blunt.
“cause you ain't one of those whiny bitches,” he said, taking the blunt back and inhaling deeply. he held the smoke in his lungs for a moment before blowing it out in a thin stream.
“you can hold your own, you ain’t scared to get fucked up.”
“that’s it?” you muttered
he looked at you sideways, eyes squinting against the smoke. “nah, that’s not all,” he said, passing the blunt back.
“you’re easy on the eyes, too.” he bumped his shoulder into yours, a rough gesture that might have been playful if it wasn't for the intense way he was watching you.
you nodded, inhaling the smoke before exhaling it. “gonna leave, got shit to do at home,” you said. getting up, straightening your clothes.
“shit to do?” jabber caught your wrist before you could step away, pulling you back down onto the roof beside him.
the blunt rolled between his fingers, forgotten.
“you’re just gonna ghost me again?” his voice was low, almost petulant. from anyone else it would sound needy—coming from jabber, it sounded like a threat.
he’s always saying that, because you’d always been the type to randomly ghost him. only to come back with some weed in your hands.
only because you realize you had a crush on jabber. fuck why him? out of everyone it could’ve been, and it was him instead? the man himself who just smokes until he’s passed out? the man himself who drugs himself until he’s hallucinating!?
“you always do this,” he muttered, releasing your wrist. his eyes were bloodshot from the weed, but there was a sharpness in them that hadn't been there before.
“come back with some good shit, fuck me for a night or two, then disappear again.”
“fuck.. God forbid a girl who’s busy jabber! you have tons of bitches on your phone and all sudden i’m the one you’re worried about?”
“tons of bitches don’t smoke my best shit with me,” he said, voice dropping lower. he leaned closer, close enough you could smell the cherry flavor of his vape mixed with cigarette smoke on his breath.
“tons of bitches don’t know i cry myself to sleep when i’m too fucking high.”
your breath hitches, staring at him with your low eyes. “you don’t mean shit jabber..” you stared at him before fixing your purse, walking away from him.
he watched you walk away, his expression unreadable.
then, he muttered softly, “that’s what you think.” he stood up, grabbing his vape and lighter before following you at a distance, his footsteps quiet and unsteady. he was higher than he let on.
let’s pretend the car disappeared at that point lmao
as you walked, you didn't notice Jabber trailing behind you, his steps measured and careful. he kept a safe distance, his mind racing with thoughts he’d never admit out loud—especially not to you.
he saw the way you fixed your purse, the way you walked with your head held high.
fuck your head was all over the place, especially when you’re high. you wanted to admit having feelings for him, but you couldn’t. you’re too scared for the rejection, scared for the relationship to fall apart like that.
he stopped at the corner, watching as you crossed the street without a second glance behind you. he lifted his vape to his lips, taking a long drag as he tried to calm his racing heart.
fuck, he thought to himself, exhaling a cloud of cherry-scented smoke. fuck fuck fuck.
eventually, you made it towards your house. opening the front door and closing it behind you.
you rushed towards your room, and flopped yourself on your bed. staring at the ceiling while cussing at yourself.
meanwhile, jabber had taken a different route home, his mind still lingering on you. he entered his own apartment, the familiar scent of weed and cigarette smoke greeting him.
he tossed his keys onto the table, running a hand through his messy locs.
he grabbed his phone, scrolling through his camera roll. there were a few blurry pictures of you—sneaked ones of you laughing, you sleeping on his couch once, you mid-laugh with your mouth wide.
he didn't know why he kept them. he deleted none of them. he then flopped onto his bed, texting you.
“still high. cant sleep.”
sent.
you were still staring onto the ceiling, until you heard a notification coming from your phone. you sighed, getting up, opening your purse to get your phone.
once you did, you realize a message from jabber. you stared at the message “still high, can’t sleep” before leaving him on seen. deciding to get ready to sleep.
jabber stared at his phone.
seen.
he threw it across his bed, hitting the wall with a soft thud. “fuck.” he muttered, but there was no real anger in it.
just that hollow ache you always left behind when you ghosted him.
he grabbed his vape instead, taking another hit. then another. then another.
he then had an idea, he rummaged through his drawer, his hands shaking slightly as he sorted through the small plastic bags filled with various substances.
he found a small vial of LSD, his eyes lighting up momentarily before he grabbed it and downed the contents without hesitation.
he needed to forget. forget about you, forget about his feelings.
you took a long time getting ready to sleep, because you were still high. you kept replaying between what happened with you and jabber.
fuck, you’re such a bitch for that. you said to yourself, climbing towards the bed.
meanwhile, jabber was slouched on his couch, the world already warping around him. colors were bleeding into each other, his heart racing, and all he could think about was why you left.
why do you always leave.
he grabbed his phone again, thumb hovering over your contact. his thoughts were spiraling, incoherent.
“why do you do this to me”
he didn't hit send. Instead, he dropped the phone on the floor and curled in on himself, his body shaking slightly as the acid took full effect.
he was hallucinating now—seeing you everywhere he looked, your face contorted with anger or disappointment or something else he couldn't read.
the next day, jabber woke up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth. be was still on his couch, his phone battery dead beside him.
he had no idea what time it was or how long he'd been out. he stumbled to his feet, his legs wobbly.
meanwhile, you already been up. you were sitting in the shower tub, getting the water hit your head softly, overthinking the times with jabber.
the water ran hot against your skin as you sat there, letting it soothe your racing thoughts.
you’d been in the shower for nearly an hour, going over every interaction with jabber—the highs, the lows, the way he looked at you like you were something precious even when he was completely out of his mind.
your phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. but you didn’t hear it.
after a while you finally managed to get up, turning off the shower. you grabbed the towel from the sink, letting the towel wrap around your body.
jabber had managed to drag himself out of bed and was now sitting on his living room floor, his back against the couch cushions.
he had taken two excedrin and downed a bottle of water, trying to mitigate the hangover from the acid and whatever else he had taken last night.
after you got dressed up for the day, you checked your phone. seeing you got a notification from your best friend.
“hey girly, you tryna come over? i’m throwin’ a party soon, all the fineshyt coming. you down?”
sent.
you looked at the message, then at the time. it was already 3 pm. you sighed, typing back.
“yeah sure, let me get my shit together. i’ll be there in like 2 hours.”
sent.
you knew going to this party meant you’d see jabber there—he was friends with your best friend too, and he always showed up to these things.
but fuck, you’ll go either way. what could go wrong? you’ll just avoid him like aways.
hours later, you arrived at your best friend's house. the music was already blaring, bass thumping through the walls as you pushed open the front door.
you spotted your best friend— dancing in the kitchen, mixing drinks. she squealed when she saw you, pulling you into a hug.
“there she is! i knew you’d come,”
“hey girl,” you smiled, hugging her back.
she pulled away, her eyes scanning you up and down. “you look hot, bitch! cmon, let me get you a drink.” she dragged you to the kitchen counter where various bottles of alcohol were lined up.
as she poured your drink, you felt someone's presence behind you. but decided to ignore it.
you grabbed the drink from her, taking a sip and chatting with her as more people arrived. the atmosphere was lively, everyone laughing and dancing.
but as you turned to grab another drink, you saw him. jabber was standing across the room, leaning against the wall with a group of his friends.
you froze, you immediately went the opposite way where he was. trying to avoid as much as you can from him, you wasn’t trying to deal with him at all.
he saw you immediately, his eyes locking onto your form across the room. his friends were chatting around him, but he was barely paying attention. instead, he watched you move through the crowd, trying to avoid him like always.
something in his chest tightened—anger? hurt? jealousy?
fuck you never been this scared before. after getting to the kitchen you pour yourself some juice, you wasn’t trying to drink too much today.
you focused on fixing your drink, trying to steady your breathing. the kitchen was crowded with people you knew, which made it easier to blend in.
you chatted with a few girls from your old school, laughing at something one of them said about their professor.
from across the room, jabber excused himself from his group, weaving through bodies toward the kitchen.
his eyes never left you.
but once you turn around, you saw him. making out with another girl. damn, was it really like that?
your breath caught in your throat as you watched jabber press the girl against the wall, his hands in her hair, his body flush against hers. she was short and curvy with blonde hair and big tits—completely different from you.
she was laughing as he kissed her neck, then her lips again. they looked.. comfortable.
you looked away quickly, covering your mouth. you wanted to throw up so bad. you dropped your cup, wobbling your way towards the bathroom.
you stumbled through the crowd, your vision blurring as you fought back tears. you found an empty bathroom and locked the door behind you, immediately collapsing against the sink.
your hands gripped the edges so hard your knuckles turned white.
You stared at yourself in the mirror—your eyes were red, your face pale.
“fuck,” you whispered, your voice cracking.
all you needed, was to get out of here. but first you needed to block him, you reached your phone from your pocket, going through his contact.
your finger hovered over the block button for just a moment before pressing it. his contact disappeared from your phone instantly—no more texts, no more calls, no more social media notifications.
it was like he ceased to exist in your digital world completely.
after some time, you finally made it out of the bathroom. you went towards the kitchen door, opening it.
you opened the kitchen door and immediately ran into someone. not just anyone—jabber. he was coming in to grab another drink, his eyes widening when he saw you.
his locs were messy, his lips swollen, and he had the girl’s lipstick smeared on his neck.
“shit—“ he started, but you pushed past him without a word.
you rushed out the back door, not caring if anyone saw you. you just needed air. you needed space. you needed to get away from him.
you took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down as you walked quickly down the street away from the house party.
as you walked, your thoughts raced. you were angry at yourself for still having feelings for jabber after everything— you had blocked him, but it didn't change how much he still affected you.
now you’d have to find a new plug..
you walked home alone in the cold night air, your mind a mess of conflicting emotions. anger, sadness, betrayal—but also lingering feelings you wished would disappear.
as you reached your doorstep, your phone buzzed in your pocket.
you pulled out your phone reluctantly, expecting a message from your friends asking where you went. but the notification wasn’t from her—it was from an unknown number.
with a sigh, you opened the message.
“blocked already? that’s cute, but i miss you. and i see you.”
sent.
it was jabber. he must’ve used one of the girl’s phones to text you. your heart dropped. but you didn't respond, just turned your phone off and went inside.
as the night continues, you got dressed for bed. distracting yourself and watching some tv.
as you crawled into bed, your phone buzzed again. you ignored it, trying to focus on your TV show. it buzzed a third time, then a fourth. you peeked at it—all unknown numbers, probably jabber.
you blocked them all without reading the messages. you needed sleep.
after a while, you finally fell asleep.
hours later, you were jolted awake by a loud noise. your heart raced as you tried to make out what it was. then you heard it again—someone was banging on your front door.
you glanced at your clock—it was 2 am. who the fuck was at your door at 2 am?
the pounding on your door continued, getting louder and more insistent. you hesitantly got out of bed, wrapping your blanket around yourself as you cautiously approached the door.
you peeked through the peephole—and froze.
standing outside your door was jabber. he looked disheveled and angry, his eyes bloodshot and his hair a mess. he was still wearing the clothes from earlier—including the lipstick stain on his neck.
he saw you look through the peephole and pounded on the door again.
you slightly open the door, seeing him making your heart beat go faster. but you realize something, he looked.. drugged? or you were hallucinating.
jabber’s eyes were dilated, and his pupils were huge. he looked like he was high or on something. he stumbled slightly as he leaned against the door frame, his breath reeking of alcohol and something else—probably drugs.
“let me in mama,” he slurred, trying to push the door open wider.
“jabber..? you don’t look good,” you muttered.
he stumbled inside, his body collapsing against the closed door. “i’m fine,” he mumbled, his eyes locked onto you.
“you blocked me. you left. you didn’t answer my texts.” his voice was slow and thick, his tongue struggling with the words. he was definitely drugged.
“jabber..” you whispered, kneeling down to slowly getting him back into his feet.
you managed to get him standing, but he immediately leaned heavily on you, his face buried in your neck.
he smelled like alcohol, weed, cigarettes, and that same cologne he always wore.
“don’t touch me,” he muttered, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he tightened his grip on you. “you left. you can’t leave.”
you dragged him toward the couch, lowering him onto it. he grabbed your wrist before you could pull away. “where you going?”
his grip was surprisingly strong despite how messed up he looked. “stay,” his drug-addled eyes were swimming, half-lidded, searching your face for something. “need you.”
“jabber you need some rest.. you’re seriously fucked up.” you muttered, removing the locs on his face.
his thumb rubbed circles on your wrist as he tugged you closer, trying to pull you down onto the couch with him.
“don’t leave me,” he said again, his voice sounding more like a little kid than the tough guy he pretended to be.
his high was making him emotional and needy, the complete opposite of his usual cold, distant self. “i’m sorry about the girl.”
you sat next to him, but froze at his words. “say that to me when you’re sober..” you whispered. “for now, you need to rest.”
he pouted at you, his bottom lip sticking out slightly. “but i’m sorry now,” he whined, sounding even more like a child.
he slowly got up, laid his head on your shoulder, his body curling into yours like a cat seeking warmth. “i only want you. always you.”
“jabber..” you whispered. “you need to rest.. i’m serious jabber.”
“no,” he whined, his arms wrapping around your waist. “don’t make me sleep. i’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.”
his voice was muffled against your neck. “stay with me. talk to me.” he buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply.
you realized all this time, you was pushing him this whole time, and he was still chasing you?
“f-fuck.. i-i’m sorry jabber,” you slowly began to tear up. “i know you’ll probably forget by this morning.. b-but i like you so much— not just like but i love you..” as tears overflow from your eyes.
his heart shattered at your words, even in his drugged state. be pulled back slightly, his eyes wide and filled with tears as he stared at you.
“what did you just say?" he whispered hoarsely, his thumb reaching up to wipe away your tears. “you love me?”
you nodded, staring at his eyes.
“fuck! i always had.. you’re not just only my p-plug, but your my everything jabber,” you broke into his arms, holding him like he’d disappear.
“i’m so stupid!.. i’m so dumb— i never meant to hurt you.. i’m so sorry!— i-i thought if i was more distant with you, eventually i would confess to you.”
“stop,” he whispered desperately, pulling you closer and holding you tightly. “you’re not dumb. you’re not stupid, i’m the dumbass.” he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes squeezed shut.
“i had no idea you felt this way. i thought..”
“..i thought you just wanted sex,” he admitted, his voice raw and vulnerable.
“that’s why i kept pushing for more, kept bringing girls around. i thought you didn't want anything serious. i thought you just wanted me for... for my body. so i gave you what you wanted. but i—i wanted more.”
his tears finally spilled over, mixing with yours.
“i’d.. never use you jabber,” a broken whisper formed.
“i know that now,” he said immediately, cupping your face gently. “fuck, mama.. why didn’t you just tell me? i’ve been miserable, bringing random girls home, trying to make you jealous.. i felt like shit every time.”
“i—i don’t know.. i just wanna hold you,”
he wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you onto his lap and burying his face in your neck. “hold me then. hold me and don't fucking let go. i’m so tired of pretending i don’t care. i love you. i fucking love you so much it hurts.”
you sat there, holding each other tightly, your tears soaking each other’s shirts.
the room was silent except for your sniffles and jabber’s occasional choked sobs. he ran his fingers through your hair, his other arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you even closer.
soon, you eventually fell asleep.
when morning came, jabber woke up with a throbbing headache and you curled up in his arms, still asleep.
he blinked blearily around, remembering everything that happened last night. the girl, the drugs, the fight.. and your confession. he looked down at you, looking peaceful in his arms.
“fuck..” he whispered, his heart sinking as realization hit. he remembered everything. every word. the drugs had made him emotional, but not delusional.
he had poured his heart out. you had poured your heart out. and he was now sober enough now to know it wasn’t a dream.
he was terrified to move, terrified to wake you up and ruin the moment. you looked so peaceful, so beautiful in his arms. he gently brushed your hair out of your face, remembering how you cried and confessed your feelings.
he felt like the biggest asshole who ever lived.
you started stirring, your eyes fluttering open slowly. when you saw him staring at you, you froze, your face going pale. the memories came rushing back—all at once. you had confessed your feelings to him.
you loved him. you loved him so much. and he was so high he probably didn't remember a single word. “jabber? i can explain—“
“no need,” he said softly, his hand cupping your cheek. his eyes were bloodshot and tired, dark circles under them from the drugs and lack of sleep.
but his gaze was intense, unwavering. “i remember everything. the drugs didn’t block last night.”
your heart stopped. he remembered.
he pulled you closer, pressing his forehead against yours.
“jabber.. i love you,”
his breath hitched. he remembered those words too. remembered how broken your voice was when you said them.
he felt like crying again, but this time from happiness instead of regret or guilt. “i love you mama..” he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion.
you slowly pulled him into a sweet, gentle, warm kiss.
he kissed you back gently, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.
the kiss was slow and sweet, filled with so much emotion that it made both of you tear up again. he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours again. “i’m sorry..” he whispered.
“it’s okay jabber, let’s move on,”
he nodded, wiping his tears away. “together?” he asked softly, looking at you with hopeful eyes. he was done with the games, done with the distance, done with everything that kept you apart.
he just wanted to be with you, really be with you, no more secrets or lies. just love.
“of course.. let’s hang out okay? so we can clear stuff off our heads,” you mutter,
“okay,” he agreed, kissing your forehead gently. he needed to clear his head too, needed to calm down and process everything.
he stood up, holding out a hand to help you up. “want to watch a movie or something?” he asked, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in his stomach.
“course jabber,” you smiled at him.
he picked a stupid movie, something funny and mindless that would make you both laugh and forget about the heavy conversations from last night.
you curled up next to him on the couch, your head on his chest like you used to. it felt so natural, so right.
after a couple days, building up the new relationship.
one night, you’re with jabber, passing the blunt back and forth.
he passed you the blunt, taking a drag himself as he leaned back against the headboard. you were both high, but not that high. you both had awareness.
but still, you both were laughing at stupid jokes and being overly affectionate like you always got when stoned.
he ran his fingers through your hair, pulling you into his side.
you suddenly sat up, got between his lap. “jabber?.. did you know how handsome you are,” you smiled
his heart did a little flip at that, his cheeks flushing slightly even as he smirked. “only when you're looking at me,” he said, the flirtation coming back to him naturally now that the walls were down.
he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. God, he loved having you like this—affectionate, open, his.
you giggled, leaning towards him. tugging onto his shirt before kissing him.
his eyes fluttered closed as he kissed you back, his hands sliding up your sides to rest on your hips. he deepened the kiss slowly, parting your lips with his tongue and exploring your mouth gently.
he loved kissing you. he could do it all day.
you moaned into the kiss, as he groaned softly into the kiss, his thumbs digging into your hips.
the high made everything feel surreal and amplified—especially the way you felt pressed against him. he broke the kiss, looking up at you with hazy, dark eyes.
“fuck,” he breathed, his forehead dropping to your chest. his fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt. “i want you.”
“i want you as well jabber,” you whispered, smiling at him.
he looked up at you, his eyes filled with desire and love. without another word, he lifted you up slightly so he could pull your shirt off over your head.
you helped him by lifting your arms and then he was unhooking your bra next. his hands were shaking slightly from the high and anticipation.
“God, you’re so beautiful," he murmured, pressing soft kisses down your collarbone. his lips trailed lower, brushing against your chest. “i’ve wanted to do this properly with you for so long.”
“lay down for me?” he asked quietly, tugging at your waist gently. he wanted to worship your body properly this time, not just get off.
you nodded, slightly getting up to lay down.
he immediately crawled over you, pressing kisses down your chest and stomach as he went. his hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips and then sliding lower to unbutton your pants.
he took his time, being gentle and careful with every movement. he wanted this to be perfect for you.
he pulled your pants and underwear down your legs slowly, tossing them aside carelessly. then he was looking at you, really looking at you, taking in every inch of your bare skin.
his eyes darkened with desire and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your hip. “so perfect,” he murmured against your skin before moving lower.
you moan softly, quietly. letting him praise your body.
he kissed your stomach, your hips, your inner thighs. every kiss was soft and gentle, like he was kissing a precious treasure.
and to him, you were. he spread your legs gently, pushing them up slightly so he could settle between them.
“look at me while I do this,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.
you lifted your head, your eyes meeting his as he pressed a slow, languid kiss right between your thighs. your back arched off the bed immediately, a soft whimper escaping your lips. “good girl,”
he took his time, licking and sucking and kissing like it was his meal. his tongue was slow and deliberate, drawing out every moan and whimper from you.
his hands held your thighs open, keeping you spread for him as he worshipped you. every sound you made was music to his ears—his name falling from your lips like a prayer.
“ahh— j-jabberr,” you moaned each time.
feeling your body tense up. he knew exactly what he was doing, how to make you feel good.
his tongue circled your clit slowly before sucking gently, making you cry out his name again. he loved hearing it like this—soft and desperate.
“g-gonna cum,” you whined, smoothing his locs with your fingers. before trembling violently.
“cum for me,” he urged softly, his tongue working faster. the taste of you filled his mouth as he felt you clench around nothing, your thighs trembling against his face.
he kept his tongue on you through the whole thing, drawing out every wave of pleasure until you were completely undone beneath him.
he kissed his way up to your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he deepened the kiss. his hand slid down between your thighs, two fingers pressing against your entrance slowly.
“again?” he asked against your mouth, his thumb brushing your clit in small circles.
before you could answer, he pushed those two fingers inside you, feeling how wet and sensitive you were still.
he started moving his fingers slowly in and out, curling them just right to hit that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back.
his thumb continued its gentle circles on your clit, building you up again quickly. you were whimpering into his mouth, kissing him desperately as he fingered you open.
he pulled his fingers out and quickly unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down. he was hard as a rock, his dick throbbing with need.
he positioned himself between your thighs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
he leaned down to kiss you deeply, his hands finding yours and lacing our fingers together. “look at me,” he said again, needing to see your eyes as he filled you.
he pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch until he was balls deep inside you. “fuck mama..”
you whimpered, gripping on the bedsheets.
he stilled inside you for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. “you feel so fucking perfect,” he groaned, holding himself up on his elbows so he wouldn't crush you.
he started moving slowly, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back in at a gentle pace.
each stroke dragged against exactly the right spot, making you see stars.
“hahh— jabber.. s-s’ goodd,” you moan.
“shh, mama i got you,” he whispered, his pace slow and steady as he set out to make love to you thoroughly.
his hips rolled like a gentle wave, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl.
you choked on a moan, staring at him with love and desire. you began to tremble a bit, feeling the pleasure become stronger each time.
“i see you, beautiful,” he murmured, bending down to kiss your fluttering eyelids. “i’m right here. not going anywhere."
his thrusts stayed slow but gained a little more force, just enough to make your body quiver underneath him. he could feel you clenching around him, your walls fluttering as you got closer again.
“that’s it, baby," he encouraged softly, his voice husky with desire.
he could feel your body tightening around him, and he knew you were close again. he adjusted his angle slightly, hitting that spot inside you that made your back arch off the bed.
“jabber..! so close,” you whimpered, feeling the coil in your stomach break any second with the amount of pleasure you’re having.
“come for me, beautiful," he urged, his voice low and gentle as he kept up his slow, deep thrusts.
he knew your body well, knew exactly how to push you over the edge. his hips snapped forward at just the right moment, filling you completely and hitting that spot dead on.
you cried out, mouth slight open as you released on his length.
“damn,” he hissed, feeling your walls clench around him tightly as you came apart.
the feeling of you losing control on his dick was almost enough to make him follow suit. he kept thrusting slowly through your orgasm, dragging out every wave until you were trembling and sensitive.
he pulled out slowly, watching as you whined and tried to keep him inside you. he loved seeing you like this— completely spent and desperate for more.
he leaned down to kiss you softly, his hands threading through your hair as he whispered, “you alright mama?”
you nodded, “thank you.. jabber” you smiled.
he chuckled lightly, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “anytime, beautiful. anytime.” he shifted slightly, his softening length slipping out of you completely.
he ran his hands over your body gently, checking for any signs of discomfort. “you need anything? water? food?”
“cuddles.. food and let’s clean up okay,” you slowly got up.
he helped you up gently, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you. his eyes were soft with affection as he guided you toward the bathroom.
“let’s clean up first, then food and cuddles. i’ll make you whatever you want.”
he ran the shower water to the perfect temperature, helping you step in first before joining you.
the warm water felt amazing against your sensitive skin. jabber pulled you into his arms, letting you lean against him as he washed you gently.
he grabbed the washcloth and poured some of your favorite body wash on it, starting at your shoulders and working his way down.
his touch was tender and caring, making sure to be extra gentle between your thighs.
he rinsed you off thoroughly, his hands lingering on your curves before he turned off the water.
he wrapped you in a fluffy towel and dried you off gently, then helped you into one of his oversized t-shirts that you loved to wear. “comfy?” he asked softly, kissing your nose.
you giggled, “yeah, it’s really comfortable baby,”
“good,” he smiled, tugging on some sweatpants himself. “now how does pancakes sound? with strawberries and whipped cream? and maybe some bacon on the side?”
you nodded. he knew you loved a good breakfast no matter what time of day it was.
he guided you back to the bedroom where he grabbed your hairbrush, sitting you down on the bed to brush out your damp hair gently.
“thank you for everything again jabber.. i love you,”
he paused his brushing, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your hair as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.
“i love you too, so much. more than anything.” he finished brushing your hair gently before setting the brush aside and heading to the kitchen to start cooking food for you.
this was it. this was the life you’d always dreamed of but never thought you’d actually get to have.
someone who adored you, who worshiped your body and your soul, who showed you every day that you were worth being treasured, with the boy you thought you’d never see a life with.
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