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“Now- I’ma a freak but I ain’t a fool. You want summa this you’re gonna have to give me somethin’ in return, cutie.” And Jabber is laughing at her from where he sat on the other end of the over-stuffed, patchwork couch in the long-empty common area of the Raiders’ base.
The room was dimly lit, only a desk lamp glowing softly on a side table in the corner.
They’d been chatting, both terrible insomniacs that tended to stay up late independently of their own accord- but no cards or games had been brought out this time, just choosing to partake in each others company as some nights they were tend to do.
They got along well enough- though Jabber was more a beautiful thorn in her side lately than compatriot if she was being quite honest. These nights were nice though- when everyone else was long gone to bed floors up he seemed to chill out- no one to really put an act on for.
Except this time- the conversation had taken a slight…detour.
Jabber had been gushing to her about his latest experiments- and she knew that the masochist got off on his own supply, yeah- but this latest one he was describing? It couldn’t be anything but an actual, literal aphrodisiac. The ingredients, the way he described the way his body reacted, not his mind- it sounded devious. Salacious. Dirty.
She wanted a hit.
And she told him as much- and that twitch of his brows- the gleam in his eye- told her he knew she would- so she ponders him for a moment, legs drawn up to her chest and cheek pressed to her knees- thinking on the vibes she’d been getting from him in the year since she’d joined the Raiders.
Some banter, playful and more than a bit flirty. The pet names were pretty new though- calling her cutie and mami and doll as of late- slowly picking up in the past few months, she’d guess- and they hadn’t escaped her notice. Though she’d tried to push the fluttering in her stomach his rapt attention caused down forcefully.
She didn’t have time for masochistic little sycophants, she had her own problems. However- his attention, despite how incessant it was- had unfortunately started to melt that block in her chest she thinks might have been her heart at one point.
Jabber had also started pissing her off more. Always hovering- the pet names always paired with verbal jabs shot at her, which seemed to very much counter the way he seemed to have her back like it was a rule on the field.
She can’t remember the last time she’d gotten actually seriously injured in battle past her first four months on the Raiders- she was always paired with Jabber- and he was always practically plastered to her backside every mission.
And they moved together well- like two well oiled cogs in a delicate machine- despite Jabbers’ seemingly undammable need to always be speaking.
He seemed to delight in the way her fists would clench when he’d mock her Jinki- a pair of brass knuckles that grew into massive, spiked boxing gloves- but she also knew why he did it.
And him liking her and showing it like a middle schooler who would explode if they were genuine for even a moment- it made her like him back, more than a little.
It was endearing- once she’d figured out what it was.
So she sighed, rolling her eyes and standing.
“Hey, hey, hey- I was just playin’-“ His attempts at playing it cool were cut off by her plopping herself into his lap, straddling him and shoving his shoulders so he was laying back into the threadbare couch cushions.
“Yeah? Just playin’?” She parrots back, and she can see his tongue coming out to wet his lips as he stares up at her, eyes widening in shock.
And Jabbers’ not hiding a damn thing.
His smile is lazy but deviant, his hands coming up to grip her hips and press her down on his covered bulge that was already hard. No build up or foreplay needed for this jackass.
“Damn- do you just walk around like that? That’s sick.” She laughs at him mockingly, and he’s chuckling himself, leaning back harder to thrust up against her- his response a tight moan through his teeth.
“Ever since you joined? Yea. Now lemme know just how sick you think I am.”
His voice is a purr, and his grin somehow turns more wicked, his brows twitching as she rolls her hips down, biting her lip and giving him a coy smirk.
“But you’re gonna haveta gimme a little more, dol-“ his words are once again cut off- but this time by the loud SMACK! of her palm hitting his face without hesitation nor preamble.
The sting rings through her hand and Jabbers’ face, and his head snaps to the right as his hips twitch underneath her, a desperate whine escaping him.
She then grips his cheeks in her hand- forcing him to look at her as she grins- eyes wide like she thinks he’s an idiot and shaking her head as she speaks tauntingly.
“I know what you want, you little weirdo.”
And Jabbers eyes light up as he bites his lip, and she can only chuckle shortly through her nose as her other hand comes up to grip his- bringing his middle and ring fingers up to her mouth as she draws them in slowly, sucking them in her until Mankira touches the barrier of her lips- then past them.
And his head leans back, mouth open in a shaky moan as she bites down, hard- just barely stopping herself from drawing blood before washing the pain away with her tongue and pulling his fingers out with a pop!- keeping them pressed to her lips as she murmurs.
“Now won’t you give me what I want?”
And his only response is pulling his hand back slightly, that hazy fuchsia glow fading in as Mankira takes form.
It’s a smaller, daintier version- less lethal and more… seductive, the long silver talons only a few inches long instead of the massive gleaming daggers he chooses to use in battle.
“This one is the one you want, baby girl.” Jabber murmurs, waggling his pointer finger at her teasingly- and she leans in, locking her gaze with his and sticking out her tongue.
“Oh? You want it there, huh? You nearly as much a freak as I am.” And his voice and eyes are curious as he slowly presses his hand forwards, just barely pressing the tip of Mankira against her tongue- a drop of blood welling immediately when he pulls back, and she watches the pink hues disappear from his burgundy gaze as Mankira puts herself away.
The feeling is…immediate, a sense of desire mixed with the subtle ache of an agony she’d never experienced before shooting from the tip of her tongue- to that space below her belly button and straight to her pulsing cunt.
“Now we goin’ for a ride” Jabber moans as he rushes up, capturing her tongue that still hung out of her mouth and sucking the blood and venom that seeped from the wound.
Her body was on fire. - the sound of her blood rushing through her ears and her heart feeling like it was trying to escape through her rib cage like a trapped animal desperate for release; hands shoot up and they grip his throat, a resounding groan of desire escaping the freak underneath her as she cuts off his air supply, his mouth opening greedily as she swipes her tongue inside.
The metallic tang of blood mixing with the bitter taste of venom and something that was so entirely him.
All of the feelings she’d been trying to push down were rising to the surface of her skin- the lust, mixed with a swirling mixture of some she was refusing to collar- refusing to name for they were too kind and soft for who she was at her core.
The feeling to consume him- take him and break him was overtaking her, and when she finally pulls back to breathe- it’s paired with another stinging slap to his face, his hips twitching as she starts bouncing in his lap, his length pressing against her suddenly buzzing clit.
Her head is back, mouth open as a breathy gasp is forced out of her on every downwards motion, her hips rolling as she used him as a toy.
“Damn, didn’t know how good it’d affect you- “ and she’s slapping him again, before slamming her hand over his mouth as she grinds down on his cock.
“Shut the fuuuuck up you nasty little fucking psycho.” She whines, digging her nails into his cheeks and she can feel him laughing underneath her, his shit-eating grin and even cockier voice muffled behind her palm.
“Yes, mami.”
And she’s rolling her eyes, no amount of aphrodisiac could make her not want to wring his neck at that.
Wait.
Her hand comes down, away from his mouth- and he gets out a “hell, yes” right before she’s backhanding him and grinding down in one smooth motion.
Jabbers’ cheek is turning a deep shade of red where she’d hit him,, and his breathing his ragged, lids lowered as he’s watching her rise from his form like a deranged pervert.
And he stares, licking blood from his teeth as she grips the bottom of her shirt and strips it, braless for comfort which he made no complaints over.
“Strip, idiot.” She snaps, and he’s ripping at his clothes, eager as ever to get to the good stuff.
She wasn’t that patient either- a light sheen of sweat covering her skin, every nerve feeling like a live wire as the drug pumped through her system.
And she loved it.
“You gonna use that Jinki on me, or what?” He murmurs, now standing across from her nude as the day he was born- not a lick of insecurity marring his delicately beautiful features as he unashamedly strokes his considerable length in front of her.
And even his cock was pretty- long and a bit slim, the skin looking velvety soft-and even the angry shade of red tinging the tip was beautiful.
She can see goosebumps forming on his skin as she takes her time observing him.
Smooth, beautiful and deeply tanned skin marred by small scars everywhere- proud medals of his own experimentation upon himself mixed with the years of being a raider she was sure.
Skin that was stretched taught over lithe muscles, an athletic but slim build that was making her rub her thighs together, eager for any kind of friction.
She ponders his words, tapping her chin with her finger, before shrugging and reaching over to her jacket long discarded before their hedonistic acts had begun- hand slipping into pocket and pulling out the brass knuckles. She slips them onto her hand and flexes her fingers- before the glow of Anima shines in her eyes and her Jinki starts to take form.
Not boxing gloves- not right now.
Long, dainty yet deadly looking spikes emerge from the brass along her knuckles- turning a punch from blunt force to four lethal puncture wounds if she were to choose to do so.
And she glances back up at him, meandering towards Jabber as his eyes light up in delight.
“I knew you were holdin’ out on me.” He practically moans as she flips her palm upwards, just barely dragging the tips of her Jinki down his chest, and a shuddering breath is drawn from him as he tilts his head back, itty-bitty pebbles of blood rising to the surface of his skin just from the slight brush of her thorns.
His head leans back, eyes closing as he enjoys the sting- only for his eyes to snap back open as her other hand connects with his face, drawing his full attention back to her.
And the look on her face was scary. Lust and disgust swirling behind her Anima as she grips his cheeks again.
“Stop looking at me and all this is over, you sick freak.” She murmurs- and the soft coo of her voice is starkly contrasted by a harsher, deeper drag of her Jinki down his right pectoral, a gasp being ripped from him as he nods quickly.
“God just keep talkin’ to me like that and I’ll give you whatever you want dollface.” Jabber whines, and the sardonic smirk that flies to her lips has his brows twitching into a pleading look- before he’s dropping to the ground and rushing up towards her- no hesitation whatsoever as he slams his face between her legs and starts rutting his nose against her clit through her shorts.
“Please tell me what you think of me, mami.” He groans, and she shudders, his desperate nuzzling of her core causing her to bite her lip as she tangles her hands in his locs.
Just this indecent trotting against her clothed pussy has her body twitching from the stimulation- and she’s groaning.
“I think you’re a nasty fucking pervert.”
She can see his hand go to wrap around his cock, pumping it languidly as his other goes to pull the barrier of her shorts aside to start licking hot, wet stripes up her core- and she realized she was already drenched when her shorts clung to her- no panties on like some kind of pervert herself.
“Come on, more.” Jabber demands whinily, and she’s gasping as he speaks, the rumble of his voice nuzzling across her folds, hips twitching towards his devious tongue and her Jinki deactivating as she’s so distracted by his actions.
“I think you’re an impulsive asshole who doesn’t deserve the nice meal he’s getting.” She hisses, and his resulting chuckle has her hands tightening in his locs- which in turn drags a low moan from the man.
Despite her words, she’s forcing him deeper, his tongue slipping from his lips once more and pressing inside of her entrance with an urgency that’s heightened by her grip on his head.
Her head is tilted back, soft moans escaping on her breath as she rides his face, hips rolling and her hands forcing him deeper- the sounds filling the darkened common area vulgar and wet, as he’s moaning and ravaging her cunt with his lips and tongue, head pressed so tight against her she couldn’t tell or care if he could breathe as she rocks her hips against him.
The drugs pumping through her body had her aware of every flick, every touch and practically every disgusting thought that ran through his mind, her body put into absolute overdrive as she felt that pulsing begin in her lower stomach.
“Fuuuck, stick your fingers in me you fucking asshole.” She demands, and he immediately complies, his middle and ring fingers plunging until her folds were wrapped around Mankira, his tongue coming to flick desperate licks across her clit as she could feel heat building in her lower abdomen.
“Jabber, don’t you dare fucking stop you stupid piece of shit.” She hisses through her lower teeth- and she can hear him laugh against her clit, and he’s staring up at her with his tongue between her folds, a blissed-out, pussy-drunk smile on his face as he forces a third finger inside her, Jabbers’ pace increasing as he moans against her cunt.
“Yessss mami give it to me, all mine, all mine…”
The drugs have her so wet it’s slipping down his forearm, the disgusting sound of her cunt being finger-fucked by the annoying asshole who wouldn’t give her a moment to breath like a symphony of debauchery, and the way he wraps his lips around her swollen clit and starts sucking it has her falling to pieces.
And she’s quivering- knees buckling and forcing him to catch her on his shoulders as her hands come to slap over her mouth to hold back her scream of ecstasy as the most depraved, sick orgasm she’d ever had rips through her body.
It felt like her soul had gotten punched out and slammed back in.
And Jabber isn’t letting up- he’s still sucking and curling those fingers in her and he’s not stopping- lapping at her and moaning like a whore against her, and she tries to yank him away, but he’s relentless.
“Nah-nah-nah, this shits’ all mine now- you’re gonna have to make an appointment.” He slurs against her, and she’s rolling her eyes, before she laces her hands through his locs and yanks him up hard.
And finally he allows himself to be ripped away, a moan being dragged from him as she grips his face with her other hand and starts cleaning her juices off of his throat and chin with her tongue.
Jabber sticks his tongue out, and she greedily sucks on it, collecting the saliva and her desire that pooled on it before pulling back, and spitting into his waiting mouth.
And a shudder rips through him as he closes his mouth and swallows, before opening his mouth wide with a triumphant “aaaaahhhhh!”
“You’re fucking disgusting.” She murmurs cooly, and she can see his cock twitch up against his stomach, his teeth biting into his lower lip as he gazes at her from lowered lashes.
She glances down, and her brows twitch- a smirk ghosting past her lips as she reaches out- and flicks the head of his cock, his hips jerking back as a gasp is torn from his throat.
“Shit- warn a gu-“
SMACK!
She had a habit of shutting him up this way- though he wasn’t complaining.
“You’re gonna take any touch I give you happily- and you’re going to thank me for it.” She hisses- and his eyes widen, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly before nodding.
“Yes, mami.”
And his obedience is rewarded by her hand- and the glow of her Anima returning- dragging the back of her spiked hand down the other side of his chest, a warbled cry softly leaving his lips as he reaches for her- only for his hands to be slapped away.
“What makes you think I want those hands all over me?” She sneers, and she can see a tremble start across his skin, and he’s dropping back down to his knees as he starts begging her.
“Please, mami- I’m dyin’ here! Please let me inside that pretty pussy- it tastes so good I just know it’s gonna hug my cock so much nicer than you talk to me- please?” Jabber is gripping her thighs, looking up at her with glassy eyes and a pleading look that had her domineering attitude cracking.
She pinches his chin between her fingers and leans down, brushing their noses together in the first semblance of gentleness the whole night.
“Do you think you deserve it? You’ve been very annoying lately.” She murmurs, and she saw something snap behind his eyes- the gentleness giving him a go-ahead she hadn’t meant to give him, and he was rushing up and capturing her lips in a kiss that felt far too loving for the behavior they’d been partaking in.
His hands go to wrap around the back of her neck, and he’s rising, walking her backwards until her calves hit the couch and she’s forced to fall backwards, with him atop her.
“Please, please, I’ll be a good boy, I’ll be such a good boy for you….” Jabber is slurring against her lips, his hips rutting his cock against the curve of her hip against his will as he desperately hunts for any kind of relief for his aching length.
Her hands grip the locs at the base of his neck and pull his head back- gazing at his lust-drunk face with a soft, kind on of her own.
“You promise?” She murmurs, and he nods eagerly, dipping his head in to press loving kisses to the places his blood had smeared across her body when he’d pressed their chests together- the friction reopening the wounds and causing them to weep again.
“Mmm… okay.” And the permission she granted had him moaning in excitement, pulling back and gripping her hips- yanking her ass towards his upper legs and pressing her thighs up against her stomach.
The middle of her shorts is torn open with his hands as he desperately ruts his cock against her, the head of it running against her drug- stimulated clit and forcing her to writhe underneath him, the hot, firm weight of his body on her zapping all the live wires attached to her skin with an erotic heat.
“Thank you, thank you thank you thank you.” He’s moaning against her throat, as his hips pull back and his cock presses inside of her right cunt, matching shivers running down their bodies as he makes his way home.
“Fuck, I was so right, I knew taking all that bitching was gonna worth it.” He’s breathing against her, and she lets out a short bark of laughter, pulling his head away from her throat so she could look at his face.
“You’re so lucky you’re beautiful.” She murmurs, before bringing him in for another aching kiss- one too soft, too intimate than what they’d been giving each other.
And her loving words seemed to short-circuit him for a second, eyes going wide, body stilling- then a breathy, pathetic moan into their kiss he starts rolling his hips into hers.
“Ohhh fuck, new thing unlocked.” Jabber pants, and he’s staring her dead in the eyes as he leans back, pulling her ankles to rest on his shoulders.
Gone was the begging, pleading boy who was desperate for a taste of her- and here was a man who had figured out what else he wanted on his plate.
His hips are suddenly snapping against her, the couch inching across the floor with every thrust as he leans in to growl in her ear, in a mating press that had her eyes rolling into the back of her head in something other than exasperation.
“Tell me how much you fuckin’ love me.”