jabber wonger (⸝⸝ᴗ_ᴗ⸝⸝) z z 𐰁

Jabber couldn't sleep.

He stayed up, cooked up in his room until at least 1am. This shit sucked.

He was bored, so he started thinking about you: about your back, your legs, your... Ass. That made him laugh. He honestly would just wrestle you down if he could, grinding himself against your clothed dick as he got his own rocks off - consentually, of course. He's not that freaky. - Would you kick at his legs while he whispered into your ear? Would you take control and beat him until he couldn't see?

Before he knew it, he had a boner. He was like a girl who was ovulating, any time he had free time he'd think about getting himself off.

He rubbed himself through his pants, biting his lip. He thought about your waist, how it would feel being bruised under him. How you'd fight back if he even put a hand on you. You were too good to be touched anyways, he deserved it. His filthy hands didn't need to be on your body...

... He choked his chicken 'till the sun rose.

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You woke up, already having morning wood. How great... You went to go wake up Jabber, trying to will away your boner. Hey, what's a guy to do? You opened the door, and he was... Uh... Jacking off.

"Oh- shit..." He covered himself up with his blanket. "Nothin' to see here, babe."

He tried to make it look like he wasn't doing anything, but it totally reeked in his room. The faint smell of blood and weird smelling cum.

"... You, uh, need something???"