Get In The Booth
Rapper!Jabber x Black Fem Reader
!!CW!! Dryhumping, backshots, missionary, hair pulling, pussy eating, fingering, throatfucking, mentions of spit, Jabber talking crazy, spanking,
Songs In Mind:
1. She Twerkin-KCamp
2.Right Now-PartyNextDoor
3.Studio-Schoolboy Q
4. None Of Your Friends Business-Ginuwine
HM: So Anxious-Ginuwine
"Y/n! Over here! Right here give us a smile! Give us a picture with you and EJ! Y/n!"
Bright white flashes flicker like spurts of lightning as cameras clicked and people yelled all at once to get the perfect shot to make headlines and rumors spread faster than a common cold in a kindergarten class. This was the first time appearing back in the public after your 2 year long self caused hiatus due to the pressure of climbing up the charts higher than you expected.
Your boyfriend Eren or better known as EJ the Don pushed you to release your EP once he found out your poems had a nice flow to the beats he would fool around and make in the studio. The two of you recorded the entire thing in a night while he did the mixing and mastering of your vocals, you just said fuck it and let people who wanted to discover your music, find it.
That was until Eren started singing and posting your songs on his story causing a herd of his fans and a bunch of new ones flocking to your page like bees! Not even a week later you had people you didn't know texting you about your music, posting it on their stories and tiktok got wind of one of your more popular songs, making it a challenge you've yet to complete.
Too many dance moves.
You took in the enormous amount of love as best as you could but you went to confide in Eren about dealing with all of this newfound fame, especially with women coming at you in your dms talking about your boyfriend and how many positions he put them in or straight up cursing you out of your name!
You were sick of the dumb ass bold worded headlines putting your name and some stupid ass influencer together wanting 5 minutes of fame.
But ever since you stepped back and put some meaning behind your lyrics, you were ready to get back into the studio and make some preparations for this new era you were excited to step in.
You and Eren also had some serious changes to the relationship like going from full time to what you call on and off and for these past couple of weeks he's been acting like he's got some sense, showing up to the studio on time, getting his promotions out of the way instead of waiting for the deadlines, hell even managing to make reservations for the little bit of time the two of you could share due to the conflicting schedules. It was the little things that mattered.
"Y/N! Y/N Are the rumors true? Your fans are saying you're coming out of your shell just in time for the summer!"
"Heart 4 Sale is dropping this June! Ya'll go presave my album!! It's a surprise there if you do byeeeee!" You said in a hurry as Eren pulled you into an all black tinted truck, pulling off smoothly into the traffic of the city.
"Did you have to yank me up like that?" You said, scooting over to the other side of the truck.
"June what? Did you tell the lady your blood pressure while you're at it?" He scoffed, pulling out his phone to send a few text messages. "I got to drop you off at Daija's so she can get your moves right for the music video you wanna shoot all of the sudden."
"All of the sudden? I told you I wanted to do a music video drop for my album! I don't want some visualizer like how I did my EP!"
"You said you wanted ONE music video, not a video for EVERY song on the album Beyonce JR! You just got back in the game, things are a bit different now! See how the first video does then go crazy.." He replied, looking at you pout out of the tinted window, using his finger to turn your face to his.
"I know you excited baby, just trust me on this.." He spoke softly, planting a soft kiss on your glossy lips earning a soft smile on your face.
"I guess I can trust you..and I was trying to tell her June 12th but somebody had to get to rehersals.." You said in a mocking tone, causing Eren to shove you with a laugh, in retaliation you tried to shove him back but he held his hand out while the other picked up his ringing phone.
"Hey-stop that! What? Oh nah that's just Y/n is Jay in the lobby? He is? Bet I got to take her to rehearsals then i'm on my way..Ight..10-15 minutes! Chilll i'm coming!"
*Click*
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"Y/N! Girl get off of your phone! Eren will call you back if it's that important." You heard your friend's voice echo throughout the dancehall making your backup dancers giggle like something was funny.
You were on the floor with your legs spread open wide mid leg stretch trying to get the words to line up with what you wanted to say, you felt like throwing subliminals in your posts since Eren was yet again stuck in the studio with some 'new artist'.
"That don't sound like EJ the Don to me.." Yari said squinting her eyes like she was plotting something and she was. She leaned over your shoulder to snatch up your phone to see why the same song was replaying over and over again.
"JaytheRula? You posting yourself to his music??" Yari screamed as you snatched your phone right back, listening to the snippet again.
"JaytheRula?" Daija asked with a perplexed look. "These new artists don't have a clue in the world when it comes to naming themselves anymore."
"Here he is!" Yari said, pulling up a picture off of her phone showing it around like it was show and tell.
"Damn.."
"Ouuu shit how old is he?"
"Uh unn he look like he bite people!"
"Y/N! Is this the same nigga that crashed out at the Met Gala because of all the cameras flashing on him last year?" Daija questioned, leaning over to stretch out her hamstrings
"He still ended up winning a grammy that year!"
"Because his music is good! He's crazy as hell for screaming at them people but ya'll gotta give him a chanceee!!" You said, going through your own little saved collection of pictures you got off of pinterest and his instagram. He only had a few pictures up from him performing at small venues and group photos of his friends.
"Awll hell nah you like him don't you?" Daija said, scrunching up her face.
"Wait wait hear me out! Hear me out! It's the hair look at his hair D that shit go down his back!"
"I'm telling EJ!" Yari joked, causing Liyah to throw one of her flats toward the girl.
"Ya'll just don't want to see me happy!" You said with a fake attitude, getting up off the floor to go to your position in the middle of the four girls. You knew the bond you had with your girls grew tight enough to where if you decided to play around, your secret was safe with them. They were the first people you turned to when all the backlash of Eren's fuck ups weighed heavy on you and the first to know about your new obession JaytheRula.
You found him by accident shuffling through your own Spotify, hitting the new artist section to find something different to add to the same 5 songs you listen on repeat.
The first song caught you off guard with how loud that nigga yelled through your speaker but when the bass came in you complete forgot about writing your own and had a whole session going through his performances and his small discography at the time.
And not to mention how fine he was!
He was a good 6’2 and nasty 6’6 when he wore his boots stomping on stage like a mad man, you loved when he got close to the mic whispering in your ear about violent bullshit it made your nerves tense up. He was covered in piercings from his forehead, his nose, lips, his long ass tongue, even his fucking nipples.
How did you know?
Jay is always posting pics without his shirt especially at his shows when he really gets into it, another thing you loved about his craft. He was so passionate about his work and that was what drove you so crazy about him, he was crazy but he was real.
"Either we keep staring at his tats or finish stretching for this video!" Daija complained, hearing groans coming from the rest of the girls, you had your time to gawk at JaytheRula, hell you were acting like you were a 'regular' person and not somebody on the top 100 charts, you could see him anytime if you really wanted to.
And you really wanted to.
With only a few months left until your album release, your schedule was jam packed with appearances, talk show interviews, little pop ups at the mall and most importantly studio time! You had specific details needed in order to have a good studio session and with new artists popping up everyday, fighting for a booth wasn't something uncommon which is why you preferred using Eren's home studio in the basement of his house.
*song 1*
You were still learning how to produce your own beats so whenever you had an itch, you and Eren would go down stairs, smoke a wood and see what came out of it, sometimes you would create a number 1 hit and other had your face hitting the mic while Eren kept a tight hold on your hips rutting into you.
Tonight was nothing different, you already called your boyfriend up to see if he could at least sit in the studio to see what sounds off so he could tweak it once he had enough time. You had your songbook in one arm with two blunts in other hand with one tucked behind your ear, walking through Eren's house to find the basement stairs.
It was supposed to be quiet since you specifically asked for a private session, but judging by the aroma of the house smelling like a fresh hotbox and the music bumping loud enough for you to hear it upstairs meant he was finishing another session.
You rolled your eyes before opening the door to see a thick cloud of yellow smoke and familiar artists signed to Eren's label.
Jean, Connie, JaytheRula...
JaytheRula.
He was sitting right beside Eren nodding his head along to the track playing and that could only mean one thing, you were standing right in front of Jay listening to his unreleased track playing in the background wearing nothing but some shorts and a cropped hoodie set. You had your braids thrown up into a messy thrown together ponytail and your toes out wearing Eren's slides.
"Hey baby! I forgot to tell you I'm running a little late but you can sit here and watch so we can do our session afterwards. Jay this is Y/N-"
"I've heard of her, you got a nice voice, I can't lie to you.." He said, his voice going over the music still softly pouring out of the speakers. While he talked there was a shiny glimmer of metal lingering in your eyes, you were praying that it was from Eren's Audemar watch but it happened again once he smiled.
A fanged out VVS grill blinding your pupils.
"I preciate that, this something new you working on?"
"A lil something to tease my fans before I go on my first tour.." He spoke, looking over to Eren who passed him a wood.
"I signed him last week! I see that look in your face baby, we almost done."
"Nah, hook her shit up! You don't mind me staying to watch? I produced this track we listening to right now and I wanna learn something different ." He laughed, pulling from the blunt with a smooth inhale.
"She gets a little nervous when other people are watching her creative process.."
"He can stay however, Jean and the rest of them can go, Connie likes to "rewrite" his lyrics after hearing my shit.." You joked, flinching out of the way when he swung his arm at you. How was the man you were obsessing over on instagram sitting in the chair you usually sat in? He had his legs spread out like a whore with his neck covered with silver chains, the one that caught your eye the most was the name plate sitting so sexy on his chest.
"Jabber." You repeated the name to yourself letting you eyes trail down his long locs flowing down the back of the chair. His eyes were hazy from the weed but his pink pupils still had an effect on your body, his piercings looked so much better in person and his aura grew the longer you stood there.
He was so fucking fine.
"Ya'll heard my baby." Eren laughed, dapping up the rest of the guys in the room, watching them pile out and Jabber get out of his seat to give it to you while he made a spot on the couch. "Get your stuff set up in the booth, I got to handle something real quick then I'll be back to start? Give me 20 minutes.." Your boyfriend spoke, taking his phone to follow the group of guys that just left.
Leaving you and Jay in the booth alone.
That's how the spark between you and Jabber ignited, a simple honest friendship you weren't looking for but truly appreciated, especially when Eren didn't have enough time to spend, Jabber filled in that vacant spot in your heart.
Riding around with his friends, going over to his home studio at his spot, he would sneak around to your rehearsals to watch how you worked behind the scenes and he became a shoulder for you to cry on whenever Eren decided to be the next big topic on social media.
One night you found yourself in the back of your driver's car pissed from arguing with Eren about having girls in the studio without you present! It was a clear boundary the both of you talked about and yet he went out of his way to cross that line by having 4 bitches in there "Showcasing their talents.."
A bunch of bullshit.
"Turn right here, Grove street.." You said recognizing the road of Jabber's place as the truck pulled on the driveway, turning into his big ass house sitting on bricks.
"You can take yourself home, Jay'll bring me back.." You told the driver, waving him off as you walked up to his front door, calling his phone because you knew he was either in the studio or playing his game somewhere with his boys.
After you waited for a moment, the door cracked open to the tall figure, he had his hair up this time in a messy ass loc bun with a few strands falling out of his face and a blunt in his mouth.
“Come on, I know the drill, put your bag in my room..” He said, moving out of the way to let you into his house.
He had a few of his friends over along with some strippers doing their thing in the middle of the living room, the entire floor was covered in ones and 20s, a familiar scene you tried your hardest to avoid but it’s show business, this kinda shit was inevitable.
You did what you were told, placing your “spend the night” bag on his bed, grabbing your song book and a lighter to go with the blunt hiding on top of your ear, meeting up with Jay in his home studio.
*songs 2-4*
The led lights wrapping around the room shone a deep purple along with framed pictures of Jabber and artists he felt inspired by: Lil Wayne, Jeezy, XXXtentacion.
Behind the glass he had beanbags in the corner, a nice table just for you to slide your chair right under it whenever you had a writing kick, snacks and your favorite liquor stocked in the mini fridge. His studio felt more like rapping beats on the school lunch table instead of a show off competition to see who’s wearing more money than the other.
The music playing poured into the room thumping off of the padded walls while you watched the dreadheaded man softly nod his head along, turning to you in the chair while you stood by the booth door.
He wore a simple white tank top shirt wearing only one chain being his nameplate and on his wrist a bright ass diamond encrusted watch reflecting off the led lights.
“What’s going on? Talk to me, I thought you had an early interview with some morning talk show..” He started off, passing the blunt, silently asking if you wanted to smoke.
“Yeah I was supposed to be on “Good Morning America” tomorrow but he booked his newer artist by accident instead of me..but that’s not the point..” You sighed, taking the blunt from his hand to take a deep inhale, twisting in the chair to keep your thoughts mainly on the problem and not the way his pink eyes fluttered back and forth from your lips to your gaze.
“He had that same girl along with 3 other bitches in the studio talking about “I wanna make a girl group”! This manager shit has blown his head up bigger than it normally is!”
Jabber laughed watching how expressive you got explaining your situation about Eren, it was a recurring theme between you and him whenever he had his complaints about his management skills.
“I see where you coming from, is that where he at now? He was supposed to have me on the setlist for the festival last week but he got the ‘schedules’ mixed up..yeah right..”
“I get it, going from a regular artist to managing a label is a heavy switch but that morning show shit was intentional! Say what you want..” You sighed, knowing no matter how much shit you talked about him, the situation wasn’t gonna fix itself.
“Set yourself up in the booth and use that energy to make something outta that instead of hurting yourself about it ma..go ahead put your chair in there..” He nodded his head towards the glass.
One thing you learned about Jabber was he didn’t let you complain for too long, he’d let you go on a full spiel, crying and snotting but once you got yourself together he told you that you either cry and don’t do nothing about it or cry and do something about it.
You wanted to do something about the way he swung around in that chair, smiling up at you with his hair being out of the way, it was the first time you could see all of his facial features without a cloud of smoke being in the way. It was something so haunting about the way he would study your features, you even caught him staring in the act when Eren wasn’t looking.
Hot Pink. Vibrant. Always fighting between your lips and that ass he tried so hard to avoid whenever you would prance inside of Eren’s studio, watching your thighs spread on his lap, he was fuming with envy,
You rolled your eyes to try and hide the obvious smile burning on your cheeks, wishing you hadn’t given Jabber the satisfaction of winning whatever game he was trying to play. You pushed the door open while dragging your swivel chair inside, placing it right under the microphone still at his height.
He took note of you reaching up to grab it by the wires and hopped out of the seat a second later to stop you from doing shit without asking, a habit you were acknowledged about multiple times by the pink eyed man.
“Never want to ask nobody for shit,” He smiled with a sigh. “Need to sit on my lap to help out too?”
“It helped last time..”
“Don’t play like that, you almost got yo ass in trouble talking crazy.” He spat, sitting down in the swivel chair, legs open ready for you to sit that thick ass on his thigh.
*pulse*
Studio sessions with Jay were normal, nothing out of the ordinary, sometimes you sit in his lap while you sung a verse or had artist block with one of your poems! Friends do that all the time.
Friends hold onto your thighs while you listen through your songs, passing a blunt back and forth. Friends can play in his hair, and bring him hot food that you made in his kitchen.
Just friends.
He wasn’t being serious, it was only so much self restraint the two of you could have!
“And I keep telling you, ain’t nobody playing with you Jay..” You said with a snicker, sitting down carefully on his thigh, opening your songbook on the table as the song played on.
What were you feeling at that moment?
Jabbers hands radiated heat on your sides which meant he was starting his bullshit again, grabbing at your stomach and snaking them down to your plump thighs just to go back up again.
Normally you’d playfully move his hands off or let him roam your body especially after a long day of hopping from place to place, but the hunger that grew from your throbbing cunt wanted more than his rough hands rubbing you down! So you adjusted your hips to move your ass right into his lap knowing you had no underwear on.
You heard a low grunt escape from his mouth fixing his own position to push back against you, testing the waters to see if this was really what you wanted and when your hips rolled forward on to his growing bulge it gave him the green light to lock his hands tight on your sides.
He moved you back and forth almost matching the rhythm of the music playing in the background as your pussy lips swelled rubbing against his bulge, leaving a sticky stain on his sweats. The pencil you were holding scribbled nonsense as you bit your bottom lip, you didn't know if the mic was on and you didn't want to give Jay any fuel to torment you with.
"Shit.." You whispered, pushing your hips back so his clothed dick could hit your clit at just the right spot. "You keep playing Jabber move.." You said sucking your teeth as you got up from his lap turning around to see Jabber rising up out of the seat walking towards you, leaving no room to escape even if you wanted to.
"Yo lil ass scared that's what it-mmm.."
Cutting his words short, you pulled him in by his cheek pressing your glossed lips against his, placing soft pecks before sliding your tongue across his lip leaning back on the table. You felt his hands tuck under your thighs to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his body using the table to keep you afloat.
"Soft ass lips.." You heard him murmur, pushing himself between your thighs to tease that puffy clit peeking out of your shorts. The snake bites on his mouth folded against your lips while your tongue played with his pierced one, crossing something off your fantasy list.
His hands trailed up your thighs to stop and squeeze your fat ass, laying a sharp smack to the side of it as you moan from the pain churning in with the pulsating heartbeat thumping loud in your ears and your soaking mess.
"Been...needing this shit.." You panted, pulling his lip with your teeth, catching a gasp in your throat from his fingers sliding the soft material of your shorts to the side drawing pretty circles on your exposed clit.
"That's why this pussy talking to me like this?"
"I love the way you touching her.."
"Yeah you like the way I'm playing with her mama?" He smirked, placing another kiss on your lips, using his free hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, pausing his other hand to tug at the top of your shorts to take them off.
You pulled them down all the way to your thighs when he took them out of your hands to yank them off, kissing down your ankles to tease that leaking mess calling out to him.
Reaching up with your hand, you tugged at the top of his ponytail to pull him face deep into your sopping wet cunt, earning yourself a moan from the dread head.
"Ahhh!~...fuck.." You whimpered, feeling cold pieces of metal collide with your sticky folds, small chuckles could be heard as Jabber clutched onto your thighs sliding his face up and down, licking over the pretty hole just begging to be stuffed full.
"Take what you need ma.." He grinned, slurping up your juices before spitting them all over, flicking his tongue on your swollen nub and placing kisses like a nasty ass nigga. Taking his fingers he parted you open purposely licking over your clit before wrapping his lips around it to suck that voice he loved to hear sing out of you.
"Ouuu just like that! Suck on me baby..pleaseee.." You said with a tug in his hair, your thighs trembling from hearing him moan and grunt inside of your cunt, you bucked your hips up on his tongue ass he pushed his tongue all the way to that spongy spot in your core, cupping your ass so he could fuck you at a steady pace.
His eyes spaced out as he looked up to you with low lids, he was struggling to keep eye contact just as bad as you, tensing your thighs up or keeping your focus on anything in the studio.
"Creamy ass pussy.." He whispered against you, replacing his tongue with his fingers, pumping in and out to tap on your sensitive spot in your stomach.
"You gon make me cum like that Jay.."
"Make a fucking mess..." He smirked, leaning down to place more kisses on your clit, curling his fingers as he leaned up to grab your face to look at him lazily smiling.
"Damn I've been waiting to get my hands on you.."
"Jay you don't understanddd..." You whined, feeling a soft liquid pour out of your cunt, your muscles contracting in your core and your thighs as you made a creamy white ring around his fingers.
"Understand what? Come show me.." Jabber said with a soft groan, placing his cum coated fingers into his mouth, using his nasty ass tongue to lick off your flavor. Using his free hand palmed himself through his sweats before pulling them down to let his hot length spring free, sitting back down in your swivel chair.
Wasting no time you hopped off of the table to kneel down in front of him, grabbing his shaft with your fresh acrylics kissing his swollen tip causing him to suck in air.
"Nah you pulling hair and shit, don't get fucking cute.." He spat, rolling his hips up to push his dick past your stout supple lips, letting his warmth fill your throat. He was so damn thick you had to stick your tongue out to fit the rest of him inside, feeling his veins brush up against your wet muscle. It made your pussy tense up!
Still with one hand on his length you pump him up and down, bobbing your head back and forth to let spit form over those pretty ass lips that kept running over his tip, it made him pull his bottom lip in between his teeth while throwing his head back in euphoria.
"Ouu shit, show me you ain't scared of that dick y/n.." He cursed, thrusting his hips into your uvula, slurping and gagging every time he put his hand on the back of your head to hold it there.
"All in that nasty ass mouth.."
He removes himself out of your mouth to prevent him from finishing down your throat, watching your lash covered eyes taunt him. You looked to him with desire laced in your gaze, the two of you knew how to keep a secret and there was no need to have your followers suspecting anything..this was yours..something you could have anytime you wanted and away from the cameras.
You needed to hook this nigga with something.
"Watch them fucking eyes.."
"Watch em for me.." You smirked, grabbing one of his locs while standing up to your feet backing up to sit on the table as he followed, holding his thick length in his hand to line himself up to your slippery heat. He tapped your pretty pussy a few times to keep your attention on him and him alone.
"Keep them eyes on me then.."
"Right there?" You breathed, feeling him shove past that threshold causing your eyes to widen and your breath to pause in your chest.
"Nah right there baby.."
"Right fucking..oh fuckk.."
He presses on going inch after inch feeling you hug around his cock like a tight sweater, compressing him like a vice. Your walls expanded trying to fit him all in but she struggled just like you struggled to keep your eyes on the pink eyed bastard, smirking in your face as he continued to pound into your pussy, purposely matching the music playing from his playlist.
"God..damn...Jay!"
"Sing my name baby girl..You gon write about this in yo lil book?" Jabber hummed, keeping his hands on the glass behind you rocking the table over into the wall as his thrusts picked up in pace. His locs began to fall from the bun he had them in, falling all in your face as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"Ouu fuck! Don't stop fucking this pussy Jabber! Give..me..that..shit Daddy!!"
"That fat pussy swallowing me up ain't she?"
"I'm taking that dick like you said?"
"Keep talking shit.." Jabber huffed, smirking against your lips before slobbering his tongue all in your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, scratching at the white tank he was wearing to hike it up, breaking the kiss to rip the tank off of his body to expose his hidden tats. You brought him back in by the side of his face, holding on to him like he would fade away if you'd let go.
You remembered those nights you'd finger yourself in the shower thinking about this man sneaking up on you or catching you in your own room, you wanted to make more than music with him by the way he was stroking his dick inside of your pretty pink walls.
It was something so wrong about what you were doing but by the way he pulled his dick out to rub your puffy clit while you sprayed the bottom of his tank top with your cum made it feel so fucking right.
"Look at you creaming all on my dick like that..fuck you just giving me a reason to fuck you stupid.." Jabber moaned out, going back inside with easier access letting his jaw slack open from how warm and slick your walls felt dragging along his shaft.
"Fuck this pussy Jay.."
"That's what you want?" He chuckled, slowing down his thrusts to pop out of your throbbing heat, picking you up off the table to turn you around, facing the glass looking towards the front door of the room and the huge display of buttons on the dashboard. "Keep them hands up there.." He said with an evil smirk planted on his face.
You did exactly what you were told placing your palms on the cool glass pane, arching your back towards Jabber and throwing your fat ass around listening to him gawk over how big it was, fueling your ego and the need to see if he could handle it all.
He laid heavy smacks onto your skin falling in love every time your ass rippled against his fingers, he could've left his stains right there on your ass cheek but he wanted that first nut to be so deep inside that you forget the entire reason why you came over to talk to his ass.
You didn't remember the reason anyway.
Jabber couldn't take you teasing him any longer,he was starting to see why Eren had to keep you around! That pretty round ass matching those devious eyes turning back and looking at him made his dick twitch outta anger.
"Oh you a nasty bitch ain't you?" He growled, grabbing a hold of your hips so he could force his fat dick back inside of your silky wet walls as you continued to look back at him with a smile, letting a giggle leave your lips as he began to thrust.
"You feel my pussy holding you like that baby? Look at that shit Jay.." You cooed to him, pushing your hips back to match his speed.
"Goddamn you and that fucking mouth.." He cursed, snapping his hips forward watching you paint his happy trail white with your sticky fluids.
"Don't run from me Jabber..”
"Ain't nobody running from shit.." Jabber spat, gritting his teeth as put more force into his strokes, pushing you to the point where your arms gave out and your chest fell out of the jacket you had on while your cheek was found pressed against the cold material of the glass.
"Jabber!"
"Nah Jabber nothing, don't run like you said!" The pink eyed devil panted, grunting and grabbing at your hips puncturing that spot so deep in your core, causing your eyes to cross over each other.
*thump, squelch, plop*
Pounding over and over again, your face hit the glass while Jabbers dick plunged into you from behind, the cloud of ecstasy wafting over your mind causing your mouth to fall open and your tongue to roll out. This made Jabber stick his fingers right in to pull your mind back into reality.
“Mmmhghhh!” Your muffled cries fell on deaf ears while Jabber laughed to himself at how good you sounded choking on his fingers and choking his cock for every drop he had in him.
“Acting up cuz nobody beating yo shit in ma? Huh baby?” Jabber said as his strokes began to spiral out of control, his length protruded out of your stomach stretching your insides out like a rubber band while you tried your hardest to throw your ass back but it was no use.
Your face went from the glass to the edge of the table, folding over and drooling as he continued to abuse those swollen pussy lips with his dick, cursing your name.
“Fuck get that nut outta me Y/N! Take this fucking dick…”
“Dig in me Daddy, im finna cum..!!” You babbled, clawing at the desk to find something to ground yourself, feeling the pit in your stomach turn over into a ball of flames,releasing a shower of your juices all on his pretty ass dick.
“How you expect me to stop and you keep on doing shit like this? Damn..” Jabber panted, slowing his thrusts down to be more intentional so he could get all of it out.
Every thrust felt like impact frames flashing over your vision combining with the pain of him stabbing your cervix repeatedly, it hurt so fucking good.
“Who’s gonna clean all this up? You said with a shiver jumping down your spine, whining as you felt Jabbers dick slide out of you with beads of cum tricking down his length. You turned back to watch the glint of his watch go back and forth with his motions, propping your leg up to shake your ass for him once more.
“Hahhhhh shit..” Jabber cursed, pumping his orgasm into his hand while he kept his eyes on the scene before him. You were rubbing your soaked pussy from behind with one leg on the fround making your ass move like water.
He kneeled back down while you spread your lips apart so he could slide his wet muscle onto your sensitive nub, flicking his tongue and making extra noises while he slurped.
“Mhmm right there Jay..fuck i can’t stop..”
“Don’t—mmmghh..Dont stop fucking my face..” He mumbled, still smothered between your sloppy folds. You took a hold of his locs from behind keeping his head still while you rocked your hips against his pierced mouth itching closer to that climax sitting on the tip of his tongue.
“Jabber fuck! How do yo..you—oh shit i’m gonna cum again…”
A satisfied hum leaves the sadistic man as your nails yank in his hair tight, shutting your legs while your clit throbbed and poured out a soft liquid onto his face. You felt moans vibrate over your cunt from Jabber stroking himself from you taking over his actions.
Popping his face out with a nasty squelch, you look back to his face covered in your slick, his hazy pink eyes staring back at you and his hair a fucking mess, the two of you couldn’t find the pause button and you didn’t want too!
Maybe it was the weed, the music something..why couldn’t you get away from this man?
*ring ring ring*
Your phone on the table cut through the tension inside of the studio as a picture of Eren lit up on your screen, bringing your thoughts back to the main reason why you were in the studio in the first place.
*click*
Jabber grabbed your phone to turn it off, getting back up to his feet to bring your attention back to him. He ain’t spend all this time to have your mind back on EJ..he wanted to dwell in this moment for a little longer.
“Call him in the morning..I need help on this next verse..”
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I’m still not over this i’m sorry, i’m turning this into a full story because i’m still throbbing writing this. Y’all have been showing me so much love and i hope you all enjoy this just as much as i did! I love hearing your pretty voices so don’t be shy to tell me what you thought i’m sure Jabber wouldn’t mind either.
And as always i’ll imagine with you later doll
-Daija
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