he didn't need to be tied up. no handcuffs, no ropes, no locks—nothing. jabber had no reason to be, not when you had eyes that glared at him coldly, telling him to shut the fuck up the moment he opened his mouth to speak.
his favorite thing about you is that he didn't even have to try. he thought if he wanted your attention, acting up would be the fastest way to get you to treat him like trash. but he quickly realized that you didn't play games like that, preferring obedient pups that obeyed every order that came out of your mouth.
which is why he now kneeled in front of you with your hand gripping his jaw, turning his head left and right as you pleased after you slapped him twice for cumming before you told him he could. it’s not like he meant to, he truly tries to do everything you ask of him!
but in truth, it was your fault! just like you asked, he opened his mouth wide, letting his tongue lol out before your spit landed in the back of his throat. he groaned as he swallowed, his eyes rolling backward as his orgasm took him to cloud nine before he could even process what had just happened.
unfortunately, his mistake soiled the bottom of your pants, right before you had business to attend to, and he wasn't even saying sorry, trying to stop himself from grinning stupidly at the pleasure.
“what am i supposed to do now? i can’t go to my meeting like this.”
“fuck your meeting.”
slap.
not even a hint of resistance. his hands were still obediently placed behind his back, his cock twitching boldly with excitement from the crotch opening of his pants.
you sighed. he was hopeless. his were cheeks red from the impact of your slaps, and yet his dick ached for more.
…jabbers high off his mind, out freaking you— in midst of what was supposed to be a training session soon turns into a fuck session…art credits [kurtiness on tumblr]
“Hmm…hehe— we should—uh…let’s fuckkk” eyes lolling back as he mindlessly giggled into your neck, cheeks stained red from takin hits, a pout then a sniffle “still hurts y’knowwww— freak.—shit.”
You thought a harsh kick to the stomach would bring the bumbling fool back, but all you got in return were muffled giggles “fuckkk.. I’m so hard righttt now… wanna do it?”
again with the requests, this wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. The same thing as always. He’d ask to train, ask for a fight, n it’d always end up with you on top of him, his fucked up face stuffed into the dirt.
Sitting on top of him, you could tell he wasn’t exactly..lying. “shit— you’re so fucking weird” your attempts at swiftly getting up were halted as he wrapped his legs around you, the sides of his torn up thighs encasing you,
hips jerkin up to you, or atleast— trying to, in his tired state n with your whole weight on him it was harder then usual-
‘SLAP’
“Mhm-“ a harsh jerk of his neck, his eyes flashing with surprise he grabbed your wrist, the hand that marked his cheek, you were fed up with his antics, his face stayed pressed against the dirt as his hazy eyes stared into yours his teeth bitting into his lips “harder.”
”you’re fuckin crazy.” Anger had your hands wrapped around his neck, his breath hitching as he threw his head back “fuucckkkk” a chocked out sound.
hand digging into the dirt as the one on your wrist pressed into your flesh. Fingers digging into your skin.
“You like this dontcha’ fuckin whore.” His hips pushed up trying to find some friction but with his head in the clouds and you already having done a number on him it was an effort that remained unreciprocated.
“hmm.. yeahhh— fuckkk”
his eyes rolled back as droll seeped down the sides of his mouth opening and closing like a fish, desperate for air. Blood seeped down your hands as his fingers continued digging into them, your flesh buried under his nails
Your fingers tightened against his neck, veins popping, those incoherent mumbling of his came to a stop, jaw slack, his fingers stilled their digging— did he just cum??? Looking down, there was a large wet spot on his pants, slimy globs of cum seeped through his pants and stuck to you. “Fucking disgusting.”
slapping his face to the other side, all he could do was giggle, childlike giggles muffled by the hands on his throat he gasped for air. With one final squeeze you let him go, watching as he gasped for air, chest rising up and down erratically, deep red hand prints were left on his neck already bruising.
The hand that had buried itself in the dirt now waved around in search of something to grab onto, so you relented, grabbing his distressed hand, letting your fingers intertwine, with a sting you freed your other hand away from his grip, your blood stained hands went up to his face. Wiping away the tears that had welled up,
he nudged for you to come closer, apprehensively lowering your head all for him to whisper “admit it, you’re just as much a freak as me” then followed by those stupid fucking giggles of his.
you should’ve just chocked him to death— maybe next time…?
He keeps fighting you for dominance every time you try to do anything intimate
Bondage? He’s going to struggle and wriggle like crazy
Orders? Of course he’s disobeying
A slap, a spank…? Hah, he’s taunting you and saying “it didn’t even hurt, hit me harder next time”
It’s a struggle, truly a struggle. Not once can you have a peaceful, soft play. He just had to run his mouth with no filter. But fuck— you liked that power play. All of it was worth it. The punishments, the toys, your sadistic side that gets to be fulfilled in the process of earning that moment where you get him all docile and submissive. And you knew— both of you knew— that he’s deliberately playing this losing game.
To watch his snarky remarks melt into the most pathetic whimpers, that fierce gaze producing glistening tears that roll down his cheeks. Or his mind and body slowly being conquered by you, turning into a lewd mess that couldn’t do anything but beg you for more. And the reward for every successful taming? Watching him all dazed and blushing uncharacteristically so, heaving because you were so rough he couldn’t breath. It was truly a wonderful sight.
“Such a dumb, stupid toy… always starting this meaningless fight. You just want to make me angry, don’t you?” You’d say, degrading him with insults that makes him snap back, yet also makes him shudder in ecstasy. He was so down bad.
“I don’t care ‘bout you getting angry, I just want a good time. And your normal self is way too boring—ahhNghh ♡” …and another slap, leaving behind a red imprint on his skin. No matter what he said, his face didn’t lie, and this bastard was smirking at you so annoyingly.
Guess this time, your objective will be to make him eat his own words and beg you for forgiveness ♥︎
AUTHORS NOTE this was supposed to be a longer one shot but i was too lazy to finish it so it turned in a extremely short drabble.. love you though..?
TAGS dildo machine, overstimulation, power play, degradation, humiliation, masochism and sadism, bondage
the atmosphere was thick with the scent of cum, jabbers previous loads finding way all across the sheets you had just spread hours earlier. the consistent mechanical hum of the machine drowns to background noise the more immersed you became in your book.
youd almost forgotten about the man twitching before you, almost. your eyes flicked up, watching his arms tense against the restraints as a dildo was fucked into him relentlessly. jabbers entire body racked with overstimulation, a manic smile splaying across his lips.
"youre so cruelll.." his words slurred together, "squeezing me dry.. i can only cum so much yknow!"
compared to his bare body, you were fully dressed. fancy dress shirt and slacks still on as if you couldnt be bothered to fully undress when you came home. your book snapped shut and was placed on the bedside table.
jabber perked up, thinking that he was finally going to get some attention. only to be met with a higher intensity that immediately turned his brain to mush. "ohh youre such an asshole-" his head lolls back and drool pools at the corner of his mouth, the constant squelching of his hole being continuously used bouncing off the thin walls
you gripped his jaw tightly and passed him an almost condescending smile, "you can handle another, cant you?". the realization dawned on him that you werent nearly finished with him causing short bursts of giggles escaped his mouth.
Valentines isn't celebrated as much in the Ground, still- the tradition of spending a day with your special someone doesn't sound so bad.
Unless one of them forgot about it.
CW: violence and blood (Jabber), nsfw (Jabber)
Enjin:
You've been planning for this day for weeks. You reminded him a couple of times that you will be taking him out for this day.
Now you stand in front of his door- chocolates in hand. You fix your hair a little before knocking.
When Enjin opened the door, the scent of cigarettes hit your nose.
"Hey gorgeous! What's got you so dressed up this evening?" A smile was present on his face as he asked.
"Enjin..." Your brows furrow a bit- arms slacking.
"Yes?" You just continue to look at him. Enjin stares back-confused.
You know what? You're gonna be petty.
"Mmm.. nothing, just here to drop off these chocolates. You could share it with the kids, just don't give Rudo too much."
"Aww, you're so thoughtful, sweetie. I'll make sure of it." He gives you a peck on your cheek. He stinks of cigarette smoke, clearly someone hasn't even taken a shower.
You stand still for a moment, wishing that he at least remembers.
"So... Do you need anything else?"
Okay, fuck it you're leaving.
"Nothing more, good luck babe."
"You too, boo!"
You left before hearing his door close. Right when you turned the corner, you could hear him fling his door open, shouting as he chased after you.
"BABE I'M SORRY PLEASE WAIT UP!"
Arkha Corvus:
You just got home after a short but tiring mission clearing out trashbeasts. When you opened the door to his room, a delicious scent of his cooking immediately got your attention. You head to the kitchen and see Corvus cooking up a feast.
"Woah... what's the occasion, love?" You visibly saw Arkha tense for a moment. Turning his head slightly to gauge if you were joking.
"Uhh, Arkha?"
"It seems like you forgot what we had planned for today."
You turn to look at the calendar, a specific day drawn in a heart. Your face pales for a second before sputtering.
"Wait- no I didn't forget! Well I did, but I didn't forget to plan for it!"
"Really now?"
"Yes! Amo helped me make a paper bouquet for you! Fuck- that was supposed to be a surprise..."
There's a little grin on his face that you don't seem to notice from your panicked state.
"Now, don't drag an innocent kid into this."
You began to tearfully sob while kneeling and hugging his waist. "Nonono- please believe me!"
Gris Rubion:
It was already a chilly evening, you were waiting for Gris to arrive at the roof of the HQ for your little under the moonlight picnic date. You already placed a spacious mat for the food, a couple of thick candles scattered around for ambiance- the only one missing is your lover, Gris.
A couple of minutes pass, the wax from the candles pool around the bottom and he still hasn't arrived. You fear that he must've forgotten about your date, that was until the metal door burst open— Gris heaving and panting as he held a bouquet of fake roses in his arms.
"I'm h-here, hah, sorry I was late."
You stood up from the mat and embraced him.
"I thought you forgot."
"About you? Never for the whole damn Ground."
The chilly night was spent gazing at the starless night sky— only the moon and candles being the source of light, basking in each other's warmth.
Zanka Nijiku:
He was bummed. You already had things planned on this special day with him, but with the unfortunate events that occurred in that giant trashbeast, he was still confined in the infirmary to recover.
And there you were, scurrying around and placing decorations around him, with permission from Eisha if you could celebrate here of course. Zanka was quiet the whole time, his chin resting on his palm- eyes following your movements as you prepare this little celebration for him.
"I know we already had plans for today and I'm the reason why we couldn't go-"
"Shut it. If you're going to apologize for being here- alive, then I will kill you."
"That doesn't make any sense-"
"If you were just stabbed, I wouldn't worry much because I know you're an incredible guy who would defy those odds and survive, and also because I trust Eisha." He stares as you continue to speak, it felt like you were lecturing him out of concern. Which you were.
"But not only you were stabbed- but also drugged by a crazy motherfucker! And that's what's Eisha was saying, you're already fine but you still have it in your system." You sat down on his bed, holding his hands- your fingers tracing the bandages wrapped around his. Zanka's gaze softens as you bring his fingertips to your lips.
"I'm so relieved that you're alive. You don't know how much it'll break me if one day you-"
His fingers clench around your collar, he cuts you off by pulling you in for a kiss.
"I won't let myself be killed that easy."
"You better."
Jabber Wonger:
"What's so special today?" Jabber asks, clearly bored out of his mind. You took him out of the base, basically dragged him out from his drug den or make-shift lab, whatever you call it. The sun was already setting, giving you a great view for your surprise.
"You've been asking me 'bout this for days, I want you to guess."
"Outdoor sex? Didn't know you were an exhibitionist, babe~" you could feel him purr on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.
"Mmm... No, keep guessing~"
You continue to walk closely with each other as he continues to guess what you had planned. You stop on your tracks, Jabber peeks from your shoulder.
It was an open area with a few lights stuck on poles to illuminate the field. Jabber walks around to check the place out, kicking stones around when he found nothing exciting.
"Can't really tell what you're planning, babe. Come on! Give me a hint!"
"Fine, fine... But! Give me a kiss first, pretty boy~"
Jabber happily jogs towards you and jumps on your open arms. He immediately sticks his tongue out to lick your lips before diving in for your lips. It was a sloppy, messy kiss that had both of you groaning when you part.
"What's the surprise?" he giggles
"Y'know how you've been pestering me to fight you?"
"Yeah? Always say no, you're no fun."
"That's why we're here, babe. Let's let it all out!" Jabber felt blood pumping from his ears.
"Yo, you better mean that man! I don't want you holding back on me!" His face is brimming with excitement.
You grab a hold of his face, planting a peck on his lips. "You for one should know that I never hold myself back."
"Then what are we waiting for, babe?"
"Get ready to get your ass handed to you. Also, I got Cthoni as an emergency contact, just in case I bring you to the verge of death."
"That's what I like to hear!"
Jabber takes a few steps away from you, creating space for your combat. His thoughts run in miles, thinking of how you'll mess him up– or how he will mess you up. His mankira extends— only on its first form.
"And here I thought we're not holding back."
"Give me a fight that's worth my life and you'll see my baby's true colors."
In a flash of light– your jinki transforms. Right hand neurotoxin, left hand poison– you remind yourself.
The air shifts as you both dash towards each other, killing intent present on both your glowing eyes. His mankira manages to scrape your cheek, not deep enough to instill his poison but enough to sting and burn. You kick him away to create distance between yourselves. Playing it safe is boring, but acting stupid isn't your style either.
"Ahh fuck it, I'll just have fun."
An exchange of blows after blows began– pushing your bodies to their limits. Eventually, Jabber revealed mankira's true form, those large talons are intimidating as hell— but that doesn't stop you from rushing towards him with your jinki in hand and landing a hit on his temple. He stumbles in his steps, he probably wouldn't be able to fight like this this— concussed as hell. As a last ditch effort he tries to stab himself with his neurotoxin, however, you pinned his hands above his head— transforming mankira to it's first form since he wasn't able to concentrate.
"You don't get the easy way out, Jabber. I want you to feel every single hit I give your body and every bruise that I will create on your skin. I want you conscious for every single one." You whisper in his ear. He musters a grin, looking down– you could see that he was already sporting a boner. Freak..
"I fucking love you, y'know that right?" Jabber struggles from your grip, definitely not giving up from the fight. In turn, you held him tighter, almost cutting circulation in his hand. You raise your fist and land it heavily on his cheek— slipping that you accidentally hit his nose. Crimson red blood drips out from his broken nose, you fight the urge to– no, you were already leaning down to lick it clean. Jabber groans, rutting his hips in the air —slap— his head turns to the side.
"Behave, at this point you're no better than a dog." You felt less of a struggle from him, you're supposed to be fighting but there he is, thrusting his hips in the air like an animal.
"Don't tell me you've given up. I still haven't got my fun."
The adrenaline left Jabber's system, making him feel all the soreness from the fight. Still, he bites his lips in anticipation of your next hit. But before you could– Cthoni holds your arm back.
"You two definitely deserve each other, a couple of freaks."
"I prefer to call us devoted individuals. You love me, don't ya Jabber?"
"I do, babe." He wheezed out as you sat on his chest.
"Still, we can't have him out of commission this week. Zodyl got us a mission do."
"Uggghh, fine. You heard that babe? You got saved by the bell."
"boooo"
"I know right? Booooo" you both boo at Cthoni, you could see a comically large vein throbbing on her head. In turn she kicks the two of you into her manhole, transporting you in your room.
"Let's take a little rest before we patch each other up."
"All good to me."
That fight had both of you properly exhausted and immediately fell asleep with Jabber resting his head on your chest.
A few hours later, you woke up first to see him drooling on your shirt. You gently pried yourself away from him to get a new clean set of clothes, a wet towel, and bandages. While he sleeps, you take his clothes off —you leave him with his underwear of course— to wash away the dirt and blood. Underneath his clothes hide the bruises and wounds from earlier. Purple-red marks from your punches and a couple of old ones turning grayish on his skin. He jolts awake when the wet towel touches him.
"Just cleaning you up babe." You start at his arms, his muscles relax under your touch. Your fingers tracing along mankira– pressing on the sharp edge with your thumb. It pricks your finger, small droplets of blood emerge and you wipe it on Jabber's lips, smearing it like lipstick. He pokes his tongue out to lick his lips clean, giving you a grin. On his toned stomach blooms a nasty purple bruise, probably from earlier, you couldn't help yourself but to press on it— Jabber groans, fists clenching the pillow under him. You continue pressing on his bruise, loving the way he responds. Both of your thumbs press circles around his skin, his breath hitches at every little movement you make. As you lay between his legs, you could feel his clothed erection poking on your own stomach. You expected as much, sooner or later.
"Stop- stop, I might— hngh- I might cum."
How nice it was of him to warn you, he's certainly become more obedient from when you first started this relationship. You stop, he breathes a sigh of relief– you felt his calloused fingers brush against your face, his thumbs pressing on your cheekbones– pulling you close to meet his lips. You slither your way above him. Your pelvises resting on top— clothed erections rubbing against each other. Jabber groans as you move your hips, under your weight, you could feel a ladder of piercings from his erections rub against yours. Your hips rut forward, heavier, an intent to make him finish before you. He tries pushing you off, but to no avail, you instead pin his arms above his head– rendering him helpless under your touch. Soon he came in his underwear, making a mess of himself. That didn't stop you from reaching your high.
Jabber felt his brain frying, "Fuck– I just, ngh- I just came, man~" You felt yourself coming close, your hips stutter and your thighs shake from exhaustion. He felt your grip release his pinned arms— eyes following your hand as you pull your erection out of its confines, stroking yourself along your thrusts. Jabber bites his lip, pushing his own underwear down to reveal his slightly limp cock— four barbel piercings adorning along his frenum— slowly recovering from its previous release.
He wraps his calloused hand on both of your erections, his rings along with the sensation of his piercings rubbing on your cock slowly drives you to the edge. Jabber's thumb smears the precum coming from both of you– easing the strokes. You bury your head on the crook of Jabber's neck, digging your teeth, deep enough to feel his skin break, his crimson red blood filling your mouth. "Fuuck, you're such a sadist~" Jabber came alongside you, his head feeling like it's been stuffed by cotton.
You move away from him, eyes half lidded, his body twitches slightly. His fingers mix your spent with his, dragging them along his chest to his mouth, licking it clean– intensely locking eye contact with you as his tongue licks the crevices of his hand.
"You're putting on such a good show— makes me want to go all the way through."
"Is it working?" Jabber feels your erection twitch on his thigh.
jabber wonger x dom gn raider reader—he’s ticked you off.
-coworkers(?) to… something, fast burn, masochism, fade to black, suggestive
You knew that Jabber was trouble.
You really did.
So why did you ever agree to go on a mission with him?
You found yourself repeating regretful questions in your mind, struggling to come up with an answer. The tang of blood on your tongue, the sharp pain blooming in your ribs.
You look away from the Cleaners in front of you and glance at Jabber, standing next to you.
He’s overjoyed. Who would’ve guessed.
“If we wouldn’t have followed your crappy sense of direction, we wouldn’t have run into them.” You wince at how much it hurts your chest to just breathe.
“Good thing we did, right?”
“Fuck you, Jabber.” You return, wiping some blood off of your mouth. Both of you are suffering injuries that will probably immobilize you if you leave it for too long. The only thing that could probably save you now was Jabber’s toxins.
And you definitely don’t want any of that shit.
Quite unfortunately for you, though, your batshit crazy teammate seemed to have the same idea.
He turned to you, smiling like he had just uncovered treasure—“Hey…. you don’t mind if I….”
“No. Hell no, don’t even think about it,” You protested, pointing your jinki at him.
“Are you two just going to argue or actually come at us? We don’t have all day,” The Cleaners cut in, rolling their eyes. Smug bastards.
You tsked, “Shut that fat mouth of yours for a second and—“ Wait.
Who the hell was laughing down your neck?
You felt a prick on your nape; metal sinking into your skin, drawing out blood. Your consciousness quickly started to fade, muscles going stiff—Jabber, you sick fuck-!
The only thing you see before your world goes dark are the Cleaners’ faces going pale and a glimpse of Jabber’s feral smile.
You walk around the raiders’ base with heavy steps. You’d been feeling sick to the bone ever since taking Jabber’s drugs in your system.
“Where is he when I actually need to find him, this motherfucker…” You murmured to yourself, rubbing your temples. “Jabber!”
No response.
He must know he’s pissed you off.
You eventually find him in one of the rooms, sitting in some ratchety couch. “…Yo,” He greets you when you first see him.
Your eyes sharpen with pure venom.
You immediately walk up to him, standing in front of his spot on the couch. “That’s all you have to say?”
Jabber stays put, raising his hands in a lazy defense. “Hey, don’t crash out on me, alright? If you wouldn’t have gone berserk with my toxin, we’d have both been dead right then and there.”
“Why couldn’t you have used it on yourself?” You answer with a snarl.
“It works longer on you.”
You sigh and pinch your nosebridge. “Not a good enough reason.”
“That’s too damn bad.”
You click your tongue and suddenly pull his locs with your hand by the scalp. “Watch your tone.”
Honestly, you don’t know what to expect from this maniac anymore—because he full-on groans. He groans when you pull his hair, like it’s instinct. He groans like something you’d hear in porn.
“…Really?” He says, smirk sly. “You trying to sway me like this?”
You wish you could bash his head in right now. Well, you probably could.
But, unexpectedly… you also wanted to play this game for a little longer.
You retort, “It’s working a little too well, don’t you think?”
“What’chu you want out of me anyways, pretty?” He bites his lip, looking up at you with hooded eyes—you have to admit, it makes your mouth water.
“An apology.” And maybe some more of those delightful sounds.
“Ah, I dunno… don’t feel like I owe you one.”
You tug on his hair again and he whimpers this time. Like a pathetic dog, you think.
“Pathetic and stubborn… what an awful combination,” You tut. “Just apologize. That’s all I want.”
His smirk doesn’t waver. Oh, he’s definitely dragging this out.
“Make me,” He replies, as you bend down to nuzzle in the crook of his neck. “What’re you-?”
You bite down on the supple skin of his pulse point. Hard.
He gasps and bites his own lip hard enough to draw blood. “Ow! God, ffffuck, that hurts!”
Soothing the bitten spot with light kisses, you hum, “You ready to give me a heartfelt ‘sorry’ yet?”
For a moment, as Jabber swallows thickly, you wonder if that’s really all it takes to bend him. To be honest, if it is, you’d be very disappointed. You were just getting started, after all.
“Mm—no,” He grunts, eyelids heavy. “Not yet. Do it again.”
…Nevermind.
This should be plenty enough to keep you entertained.
Note: this is a short drabble, so it's pretty quick
Standing above him, the instrument dripping in blood. He still was baring his chest to you with no regard for his own vulnerability. No matter how many cuts, punches, or bullets pierce his skin, he moans for more. "You were fightin' so good. Now you're just sitting there huffing and puffing, kicking you when you're down isn't as fun as when you got some fight in ya." He bit his lip, hands twitching beside his thighs.
"If I look into your eyes, I might jus..."
What is this guy even talking about?
Taking your weapon, you walk over to his limp body and push the end of it against a forming bruise on his chest. You couldn't help the smile forming on your bruised lip as he let out a high-pitched groan.
When he finally looked up, he didn't look at your eyes; instead, he made direct eye contact with your crotch. "I ain't the only one excited, hehh..." You scoff, watching him grinning ear to ear, crouching down closer to his face, "What're you...HAHH-" you cut him off putting your hand on a fresh cut next to his collar bone, he grabbed your forearm with inhuman speed.
You pressed your index and middle finger onto the wound. "I love those sounds, jabby..." You mutter, sliding your fingers up from the wound to his jaw, leaving a blood trail.
"Yer... such a sadist man... people like you are what im looking for yah know?" he was almost hiccupping getting that out.
You rubbed your fingers against his busted lower lip as he spoke. You press your vital instrument against his neck. Trailing your fingers down his coat and stopping at his belt, looking back up at him you didn't even need to ask. Undoing his pants with one hand, but it seems you were taking too long cause he grabbed his own belt away from your hand and undid it himself, lowering his pants just enough to let his cock spring free.
"I didn't ask you to do that."
Harshly grabbing his hard cock you press the pad of your thumb against his tip. He sucks in a harsh breath through his clenched teeth, with his hands now firmly placed at his sides again. "Don't be like that man, I wanna see what you do when I'm all weak and needy for you... Maybe you'll leave me hangin'? Or drain me of everything I have?! Fuck- I'm so erect just thinking about what you might do!"
You push your instrument from the front of his neck to the back, pulling it toward you and having him tumbling into your lips. You could feel him smirk and twitch under your touch, trying to push his bloody tongue into your mouth. This was turning you on like no other. Having your hand covered in jabbers' blood and pre-cum was definitely a pleasant surprise today.
You were snapped back into reality when you felt one of his cold hands reach around your throat, and his hips thrusting up into your hand. Dropping your tool, you take your hand and push it over his lips before he bites your tongue off. You push your hand down to the base and squeeze, then begin furiously stroking and rubbing his tip back and forth. You see his eyes roll back as his hand moves down your neck to squeeze the collar of your shirt, throwing his head back in ecstasy, his locs being flung back. Looking down you see cum and the remaining blood dripping down his still hard shaft. His dark skin glistened with sweat.
He seriously came. Guess you really did excite him.
He looked back into your eyes, locs falling in front of his face. Moving his hand down to the hem of your waistband. Breathing heavily against your hand-
