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2:06 AM
Zanka lies in his bed after a long day of work. He sighs to himself, missing the one person he shouldn’t be missing at all.
Jabber Wonger.
That menace is the reason why Zanka can’t sleep, think, or do anything besides dream about him. The way he laughs, talks, teases, and Zanka’s favourite–moans. God, the way his legs wrapped so perfectly around his waist, and he was tight and–
“u up?” Zanka’s phone turns on.
It was a message from Jabber, and Zanka smirked.
“Yes, why?” He responded.
“can I come over?”
“Jabber, it’s two in the morning.”
“dont act like you havent pounded me til 4 in the morning zanka”
“I’m trying to restrict myself from doing that once more.”
“ik u love when i ride it tho”
Zanka blushed and bit his lip.
“Fine, you can come over, but be quiet.”
Only five seconds later did Zanka hear a knock on his window with a familiar voice.
“Oh, Zankaaa,” Jabber purred at him while staring at him through his window.
Zanka jumped and opened his window. “Dude, you scared the hell out of me!”
Jabber chuckled and slid his way into his room, pulling Zanka close and immediately licking his neck. He whimpered and yanked Jabber’s hair back.
“So eager already, licking me without my permission.” He rasped.
“You know I can never get enough of you,” Jabber replied.
“Greedy little whore”
“Mr. Bad Attitude”
“Suck my dick.”
“Bet.”
Jabber lowered himself down to Zanka’s pants and unbuckled them, pulling them down to palm him. He sniffed his boxers and groaned.
“Your scent is so arousing…”
“Ew, suck it already.” Zanka urged.
Jabber pulled his boxers down, and his length slapped his cheek. He stroked it and licked under his shaft before kissing his tip. Zanka grunted and tangled his hand in Jabber’s hair to push him down on his dick. He thrusted his hips upwards and moaned as he felt Jabber’s warm, wet, hollowed-out cheeks milking him for all his worth. Zanka slapped Jabber’s cheek, and he slightly choked, his eyes fluttering up towards Zanka’s.
“F-fuck you’re such a-hah~ good fucking cocksucker f’me aren’t you?”
Jabber moaned around his length as a response.
“Use your words, Jabs.”
“Yes, Zanka, I’m your good cocksucker,” Jabber said, muffled around him.
Zanka kept thrusting into his mouth, getting closer each time he hit the back of Jabber’s throat. He moaned uncontrollably against the wall, and small whimpers began to fall out of his mouth. His thrusts got messier, and he bit his lip at Jabber.
“Are you gonna swallow all my cum as a good boy does?”
“Yes, Zanka”
“Fuck!” Zanka cried out as he spurted thick ropes down Jabber’s throat, which he groaned at and swallowed. He panted and pulled Jabber off his cock.
“Get on the bed, face down, ass up slut.”
Jabber instantly got on the bed and did as he said. Zanka got up on the bed and on his knees behind Jabber. He pulled off his shorts and boxers, secretly stuffing his underwear under his drawers. His thumb circled Jabber’s hole, earning a slight whimper out of him.
“Feel good, Jabs?”
“Yeah…”
Zanka spanked his cheeks, and his eyes widened at the way they jiggled. (OMFGG I laughed at this bro like ts sound so funny lmaoo)
“Jabber, you’re such a slut for me…your ass reacts to me so well, I’m gonna take care of it for you, ‘kay?”
“Mmph, yes..”
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Zanka!” Jabber whined needily.
“Good boy,” Zanka purred, and his tongue went straight to work, licking and curving his tongue in all the right spots.
“Zanka fuck!” Jabber moaned out, arching his back and slightly pushing back on his face. Zanka groaned and wrapped his arms around Jabber’s thighs, fucking him with his tongue and smothering his face in his cheeks.
“It’s too–ah! Too fucking good man!”
Zanka spanked him again and ate him out rapidly, eager to make him come undone all over his sheets. Jabber clawed at the sheets while his eyes rolled back, moaning frenetically.
“Gonna cum for me? Hm?”
Jabber let out a string of curses before crying out and cumming all over Zanka’s sheets, his thighs trembling and his pathetic whimpers filling the room.
“Such a messy fucking boy, Jabber, all over my sheets. Only a whore would do that, but you are one, so it's understandable.”
Zanka rose and slapped Jabber before gripping his neck tightly.
“Lick it off the sheets, now.”
Jabber turned around and looked up at Zanka before licking the cum-filled sheets. Zanka grinned and leaned towards him.
“Good boy, Jabs. Licking up your own cum, how filthy.”
After Jabber finished licking up his mess, he got on all fours in front of Zanka, wiggling his ass out to him. Zanka smirked and leaned towards his ear.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you lose your damn voice, ability to walk, and to think. I’m gonna destroy you, Jabber, and your hole will be ruined for everyone else but me, you know why?”
“W-why?” Jabber choked and stammered.
“Because it will be molded into the figure of my dick.”
Jabber gulped and looked at him with half-lidded eyes.
“G-get to it then,” Jabber said.
Zanka stuffed Jabber’s face into the pillow and lined himself up to his entrance before slamming all the way in.
“Damn, you’re so tight!” Zanka groaned.
He pushed down on Jabber’s back and rammed into him, his balls slapping against his ass. Jabber moaned, his cock bouncing with each thrust Zanka did.
“You slutty piece of shit, coming over damn near three asking for this dick, your greedy ass wanted me to hit it from the back so badly.”
The sound of skin slapping and moans filled the room as Zanka pounded Jabber recklessly into his bed. Jabber was losing his mind over the way he was getting fucked. Every single spot Zanka was hitting had his nerves going crazy by the second.
“Zanka, you’re hitting it, don’t fucking stop!” Jabber let out a choked sob.
Zanka moaned as he rammed on his G-spot, Jabber’s tight hole wrapping around him like a vice.
“Fuck I’m so close, Jabber…gonna fucking nut in you…ngh..” Zanka panted.
It wasn’t long before they both came at the same time, Zanka releasing deep in Jabber while he spurted all over his sheets once more.
“Want you to bounce on my cock Jabber…ride me..”
“Say less,” Jabber exclaimed before pinning Zanka onto the bed and getting on his lap. He kissed Zanka’s neck before biting it.
“Fuck, Jabber my neck!” Zanka hissed before leaning upwards to bite Jabber’s neck, which he moaned at.
“Shut up and let me ride you, ‘kay?”
“Whateve–holy shit..” Zanka moaned out as Jabber lowered himself onto his dick. Jabber chuckled and slowly started to bounce up and down on it, his cock slapping against his abdomen.
“Zanka, your dick feels amazing…so big and hard in me…”
He moaned at Jabber’s praise, thrusting up involuntarily and holding his hips. A creamy ring on Zanka’s base had started to form due to his cum leaking out of Jabber and his precum. Jabber rolled his hips on it, and Zanka’s breath hitched.
“J-jabber, I won’t last long if you do that again…” Zanka whined.
And Jabber did it again.
Zanka let out a loud whimper before shooting hot ropes of cum in Jabber, which triggered his orgasm, and he came all over Zanka’s stomach.
Zanka scooped it up with two fingers and put it to his mouth, groaning.
“You taste amazing, Jabber…”
“Thank you, Mr.Bad Attitude,” Jabber smirked and leaned over to suck Zanka’s nipple.
“Gah, what the fuck, Jabber?” Zanka let out a soft moan with a confused face.
“Sorry, they looked really good.”
“Whatever, I wanna see you writhe under me like the good boy you are, okay?”
“Yes, Zanka.”
Zanka flipped them over, and Jabber wrapped his legs around his waist. He rubbed his tip against Jabber’s hole before slowly sliding in. Zanka leaned in to kiss and mark Jabber’s neck, gaining a moan out of him. He started thrusting in and out of him while stroking his cock.
“Z-zanka ‘s too much! C-can’t fucking-ngh-take it anymore!”
Zanka choked him slightly, “Yes, the fuck you can. You’re the one who texted me saying you wanted it, so you’re gonna take it like a good fucking slutty bitch does.”
His pace increased, and Jabber sobbed, tears coming down his face from overstimulation and pleasure not just from being fucked and stroked, but being with Zanka. His body jerked and writhed underneath Zanka’s, and he looked up at him with those tears.
“Aww, Jabs, you crying over how good this dick is?”
“Y-yes!”
Zanka slapped him, “Yes, who?”
“Yes, Zanka!”
“That’s my good boy,” He smirked and opened Jabber’s mouth and spat in it.
“Swallow you whore.”
Jabber swallowed his spit happily and moaned out of pure pleasure.
“Fuck I’m getting close again,” Zanka grunted.
“Who’s my good cumdump?”
“I am!” Jabber cried.
Zanka’s thrusts got sloppier and more erratic as he neared his orgasm.
“Gonna cum, Jabber?”
“Mhm!”
“Beg f’me.”
“Please, Zanka, I’ll be your good cumdump forever! Nut in me all you want, I’m yours to use and toy with!” Jabber pleaded.
Zanka groaned and came deep in Jabber once more. He grabbed Jabber’s shaft and stroked it faster so his cum would end up in his mouth. Jabber arched his back and shot up straight into Zanka’s mouth, which he saw and nutted more.
Jabber trembled beneath Zanka, his walls fluttering around his twitching dick.
“Don’t wanna pull out of this perfect ass yet…stay the night with me?”
“Zanka…you serious?”
“Uhh…you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Zanka mumbled.
“I’d love to!” Jabber gushed.
“Oh, great, I thought you were going to say no for a sec.”
“Of course not, Mr. Bad Attitude.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Heh, never.”
After that, Zanka spooned Jabber, who was half-asleep. He planted soft kisses on his shoulder, and his hands played with his locs.
“Love you, Zanka,” Jabber said sleepily.
“H-huh? What’d you say?” Zanka’s eyes widened.
He waited for a response, but was only greeted with a snore, which he smiled at.
“Love you too, Jabber.”
And he slept right after.
7:10 AM
Enjin kicks Zanka’s door wide open with a grin that quickly fades into a gasp.
“Good morni–oh what the fuck?” He took a step back.
Jabber and Zanka were just about to kiss until they saw Enjin, whom Zanka shrieks at and pulls the sheets up.
“Enjin, did you ever think to knock on my fucking door?” Zanka gasped.
“No, because I didn’t expect you to be sleeping with Jabber! How the hell did he end up in here?”
“Ever heard of a sneaky link?” Jabber teased.
Enjin froze before turning around and closing their door.
“I guess he hasn’t.”