HELLOWWW, Jabber x shy reader perchance ?? Where one of their stims is biting shit so they bite jabber and jabber like the freak he is enjoys it 🤔
Jabber’s personality and yours didn’t click; your shyness simply wasn't a match for a guy like him. Yet, you were still drawn to how carefree he was...you were actually jealous of him.
"Staring again?" His playful voice snapped you out of your thoughts, but you said nothing. "You’re always watching but never saying a word. How boring."
Jabber held you by the waist, slowly drawing closer until his lips brushed against yours. A kiss was expected, but it did not happen. Instead, he moved toward your neck. His warm breath sent chills through you; it felt as though he was testing you, but nerves made it difficult to think clearly. Being so close to him caused your hands to sweat and your legs to tremble, while he simply enjoyed observing that reaction.
"I know you want to do it, you know what I like," he whispered, and your legs felt even weaker. You moved your lips to his neck and bit him. He let out a small sound but did not pull away; instead, he tilted his head further, leaving the space open for you to continue.
Since the beginning, Jabber’s attitude was frustrating. It was hard to be around someone so indifferent to the consequences of his actions, especially since you were the opposite. Whenever trouble arose, a thousand scenarios would run through your mind as you searched for the best way to succeed.
Even during the first kiss, Jabber acted as if you had always been a couple, and the intensity of it was overwhelming. You had bitten his lip, and after he pulled away, he always looked back with expectant eyes, teasing and inviting that same reaction. It affected both of you deeply.
"Come on, come on, don't stop," his voice was intoxicating. His grip became more intense, and it felt as though your heartbeat was audible through your chest. Your breathing was heavy as his hold on your waist tightened with every moment. The last time this occurred, he had left marks, but that was unimportant. The goal was to prove that you could also let go, even if the effort was driving you mad.
