Jabber Wonger
🥛: forbidden milkshake
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You and Jabber are the same age, both joined the Raiders around the same time. From the start, Jabber would mess with you by constantly bringing up how he’s so much better because he joined just a few days earlier.
He’s a masochist, obviously. He knew you were strong. Hot headed, short temper. Second he saw you, he started fantasizing about just how far he could make you go. The names you’d call him, choking him, punching him. He wanted you to go that low.
Now, knowing all of this, who knows why you took the milkshake he offered you to
get on your good side.You were in your room, trying to get a much needed nap, Jabber bursted inside, paying no mind about what you could’ve been doing. You sat up in your bed, sore after a mission.
Look, I got you somethin’. It’s a… what’s it called? Peace treaty, peace offering.Jabber trying to give you a peace offering? You hardly believed it.
Drink up.
What’d you do to it?You asked as you took the milkshake. A test, you didn’t actually know if he did anything or not.
Nothin’.He said with a shrug. While you looked down into the cup, stirring the sweet drink with the straw, Jabber’s eyes were focused on your lips. He was aching in anticipation.
Liar.You said.
No, I didn’t nut in your milkshake. Now, drink it—“ Jabber cut himself off with a small oops, not really caring if you saw through him, before adding, “Seriously, I’m joking, don’t worry… You must be sore from that mission. Drink it, it’ll cheer you up.For a moment, he seemed sincere. So you drank it. Jabber snickered, breath nearly getting heavier just watching you drink up his cum. He knew damn well you’d do more than kill him for this but, fuck, you looked so hot looking up at him like that.
…Siiike.