hello :D i hope this request finds you well, I was wondering if you could write a jabber x fem reader where reader is kind of serious all the time and doesn't like to entertain him but while jabber and reader are fucking, jabber is saying some freaky shit and he can feel reader keep clenching around him when he talks to them like that while he's just pussy drunk and he's just like "oh so you DO like that" if you decide not to write this request, feel free to ignore!
warnings. 18+, mdni. dirty talk. biting. backshots. fem reader. unedited + unproofread. spitting. brief anal play. nothing 2 crazy but lmk if i need 2 add anything.
an. omfg love ur mind god bless + ignore typo’s im running on demo mode apparently ok
You don’t even look at him, never spare him a second glance and that’s the funny part. Always the same: shoulders squared, jaw locked, eyes forward like he’s part of the wallpaper instead of six feet of trouble orbiting you, always wanting something from you. He loves it. Lives for the way you act like he’s inconsequential. Like he’s just static in the room.
That whole façade slips when he pushes in, forcing your pussy to open around him inch by inch. You feel the weight of him settle low in your belly, a heavy drag that ends with the blunt crown of his cock kissing your cervix. The pressure makes your thighs tremble before you manage to stop them, it’s minuscule and barely there. But to him it’s loud.
“Wanted to feel you twitch on me again…” he slurs against your neck. His tongue drags down the column of your throat, leaving a wet streak to your collarbone. He breathes you in, nose pressing into your skin, scenting you. “Been fuckin’ starving for it.”
You hum, noncommittal. The kind of sound people make when they’re bored during a phone call. But your breath slips, just slightly, when he shifts inside you. Then your walls, those soft, wet muscles grip down on him before your mind catches up. Unfortunately, You can’t mask everything.
He feels it immediately and his hips pause, a sharp inhale rattles out of him, he laughs under his breath like he’s won something. Your back arches when he ruts up, slow grind that drags the thickest part of his cock right through your soft, gummy wall. He hits that petal-slick spot and your pussy goes hot and embarrassingly wet around him, slick gooey noises picking up under the shadows of your breaths.
And that’s when he giggles. Half-delirious, half-creepy giggle he gets when his brains melted, pupils blown, rhythm falling apart.
“Thought you weren’t entertainin’ me,” he says, grin tilted, pushing deeper but keeping the pace teasing-slow. His jaw flexes. “So, why’s your pussy beggin’ like this?”
You clamp around him again, your body sucking him in like he belongs there. Shame hits you hot and sudden, warmth creeping across your cheeks as you push your face into the pillow, as if hiding will make it less obvious. “That did it for you?” he whispers, his mouth dragging along your jaw. His lips are hot, wet, a little desperate. “You like when I talk to you like that?” His teeth scrape your skin.
“Figures,” he murmurs, voice cracking faintly. “All that attitude just to hide you’re a fuckin’ mess for me.” Your silence pisses him off in that way where he only gets more turned on. Large hands grab the plush fat of your ass and spread you open wide. Your skin pulls tight under his fingers, the stretch exposing how swollen, puffy and wet you are around him. You feel the cool air hit the slick mess around his cock before he spits, thick, warm, onto your asshole.
It trickles down, slow and filthy, and then he pushes his thumb inside. A wet pop, your rim giving way around the intrusion. Your whole body jolts. Both your holes tighten at once, reacting before you think. A thick, messy ring of cream coats the base of his cock now, sticking to his skin in streaks every time he pulls back a fraction. It drips down his shaft, down his balls, and onto the sheets, spreading into a faint damp patch under your hips.
“Both your holes…” he groans, voice strangled. “Squeezin’ me like you wanna milk me. Like you’re hungry for it—fuck—” Your hips twitch and he feels it like you screamed. His breath stutters.
His thrusts go messy for a second. “Yeah, that’s it,” he breathes, forehead pressing between your shoulder blades, sweat catching on your skin. “Gonna cum just from me talkin’? Bet you’d cream on my cock the second I tell ya you’re mine.” His voice drops, “That what gets you wet?” he whispers. “Gettin’ fucked open ‘n knowin’ how I lose it over you?”
Your breath stumbles and you whine, your entire body trembling in his hold. He’s gone, eyes rolling to the back of his skull, lips splitting into a lazy, toothy smirk against your skin. “Oh,” he exhales, voice shaking, “so you do like that.”
