Ghosty’s Cell

You truly were…

At times, sure, you did very rarely crave something more…thrilling. Something deeper…something ravenous. But those were unrealistic urges. Ones you'd just bury. After all, you had everything you could ever need. You had a stable life. What was there to complain about?

Any urges that spilled out and didn't quite stay buried deep, you'd quell with certain types of novels. Aggressive books…

Lustful.

Messed up.

Taboo in so many ways…

Asriel didn't know you even owned such novels. You could never show him. Not because you thought he'd shame you, of course not. He was so sweet and understanding to a fault sometimes. It's just that he was…sensitive. He once couldn't look you in the eye for a week because his hand grazed your butt during one of your earlier dates. You didn't want the poor guy to combust just because he found your naughty stash of written filth. So they stayed neatly put away where he wouldn't really find them. Not that he ever looked through your things anyway. Always very respectful of your space…

At the moment you were rushing, stuffing notebooks and whatever other items you needed in your bag. You were late.

Ever since Kris started college, you've offered them some tutoring lessons. They'd been struggling with a few of the more complex literature classes. So, given that your degree was on the topic, you offered your help. You'd met up once a week without fail ever since then and you weren't about to miss it this time either. So you bolted out of your apartment as quickly as you could after leaving a note for Asriel. He was still at work, so if you weren't back by the time he came home, he'd at least know where you were.

Thankfully, Kris' dorm wasn't too far away. It didn't take long before you were stepping inside after greeting Kris with a smile.

"Sorry I'm a little late…I lost track of time." You laugh a bit, still a little breathless from half jogging up the stairs. The stupid elevator, of course, just had to be out of order.

Kris was kind enough to offer you a glass of water, which you happily gulped down.

"Thanks, that's much better." You set your bag down on the floor, then pull over the chair you usually sat in next to Kris at their desk. Kris went and took a seat, pulling out their lecture notes and assignments.

"Let's see…what's this week's topic…" You muttered as you looked over their notes.

The two of you spent the next half hour going over one of Shakespeare's sonnets, helping Kris get the hang of looking at each line and analyzing them. They were doing pretty well, catching on pretty fast. All you really did was go over the notes Kris already took. But they seemed to have already had a pretty good grasp on it.

Maybe you'd be able to leave early today.

You were feeling really tired after all…exhausted even. Minutes ticked by, and your eyelids started to feel heavier and heavier. It was strange…you were fine a second ago and then suddenly…

Suddenly, Kris' notes looked like they were shifting. The edge of your vision grew hazy.

You reached out for Kris, gripping the soft fabric of their sweater. It was so soft…and you could feel their body heat through it. It was the last thing your mind was able to fully process before the world tipped over and it all went black.

—

Slurp, slurp, slurp…

Something felt wet. A bit messy between your thighs. Did you piss yourself…?

No…

Slurp, slurp, slurp…

Your body squirmed, feeling something hot and wet stroking you on such an intimate spot. And then-

Suck~

That got you to jolt, your eyes snapping open. You couldn't move your limbs beyond a slight twitch, but you were fully conscious now. A little hazy, but conscious. You could see the mop of brown hair between your legs, the source of those wet, lapping slurps.

"K…Kri…s?" You barely managed to choke out. Your mind was running much faster than your mouth could keep up with the state you were in. Talking felt like dragging your whole body through thick mud...a suffocating strain.

The slurping stopped.

"Shhhhh~…don't bother trying…you'll just tire yourself out and pass out again…not that it would stop me if you did…"

Their voice…something about it was different. Normally, when Kris spoke, it was soft and not very emotive. But this…there was something desperate to it. Almost…hysterical. Like a bottle shattering from the air pressure built up inside.

You watched as they sat up; it was all you could really do. Watch, and think. Why couldn't you move? Why couldn't you-

"You're so trusting…you know that? If I were some random guy…would you have made it this easy for them too?"

Their words were taunting, degrading…you felt a sick feeling sink into your stomach when your body reacted with a shudder instead of recoiling. But it didn't take you long to connect the dots.

The glass of water…the one Kris seemed to have at the ready as soon as you had stepped through that threshold. After you had to hike up two stories' worth of stairs just to get to their second-floor dorm room.

Was the elevator even really out of order? Or was the sign fake-

It was as if Kris could read your mind, seeing every thought you were having in that moment through your wide eyes.

"There you go…you're so smart, y/n…it's one of the things I've always loved about you…you get so passionate about all that knowledge in your pretty head…I could listen to you talk for hours…" They leaned in close, and you could smell the scent of your pussy wafting from their face. "Why do you think I asked for you to tutor me? And you believed that too…that I actually needed help."

If you could move fully, you'd be shaking your head and pushing them away. But as it was now, all you could manage was the smallest tilt of your face to the side.

"Ah ah…don't look away; STOP looking away from me…" Kris said, firmly gripping your chin and forcing you to face them directly again. "I'm tired of it…you'll look at anything else, anyone else…you'll look at my brother before you'll even notice me…"

You let out a whimper when their grip became a little too painful.

"Does it hurt…? I'm sorry…but you've kept me waiting long enough. All this time…" Their hand slid down your jaw, down your neck. "I've been patient. I even tried to pretend I wasn't obsessed with you…tried so hard to ignore it. It's wrong, I shouldn't look at my brother's partner like that…shouldn't want them so badly it hurts…shouldn't think about them every waking moment…I really did try." They chuckled lowly.

"Look how that ended up."

You let out an involuntary whine when you felt something rubbing against you. You still wore your underwear, now drenched and soaked from Kris' spit as well as your own slick…as ashamed as you are to even acknowledge that.

Kris had begun to grind the length of their hard cock against you, smearing the dampness of your drenched underwear against them. "You're twitching…I can feel it…this is what you want, isn't it? This…" They sat back, pulling something into view. In their hand was one of your books. The ones that no one was supposed to know about…

Frigid panic set into your chest.

"You brought this to our tutoring session… I wonder if you hoped I'd find it~"

You couldn't respond to deny it. You couldn't say that you didn't even know how that ended up in your bag. That you must have accidentally shoved it in with the rest of your materials without realizing. That it truly wasn't intentional. But even if you could say all of that, you doubted they'd even listen to you.

"Asriel doesn't know about these…doesn't know about what you truly want. What you need.." they continued, rubbing the tip of their cock right over your clit, causing tremors to wrack through you. "That you're actually a needy little slut…desperate for someone to choke you out, hold you down and fuck you—you just want to be a pretty little cock sleeve. I know that's the truth…"

They tossed the book aside, then hooked their finger on the side of your underwear, pulling them aside. They slid their cock against your pussy lips directly, and they moaned in delight at the feeling.

"God…such a pretty pussy…all mine…" they sighed. "I can do what my perfect brother can't…I can give you what you need…I'll show you…"

They began to push in, and you tensed up with a cry. Kris moaned out, smiling down at you as they let out a shuddery breath.

"Y-yes…that's it…you're spasming around me…oh-"

Seeing the tears began to stream down your face, they leaned in and began to slowly lick them. " Shhh…don't cry~. You'll feel better soon…look~" They slowly thrusted into you once, forcing another cry out of you.

They didn't stop there. They set a pace, fucking you hard and deep but still going slow. They were relishing in it, sinking deep into your tight little cunt.

"You feel so good…so good around my cock…do you tighten up like that for Asriel too? Does he know how to make you twitch like this?" They pressed their thumb over your clit right then, forcing a strangled moan out of you. "Oh fuck…look at you…you almost came right then, didn't you? But you can't cum—not yet."

They began to speed up right then, lifting your legs. Somehow, they were able to go even deeper in this position. You felt like you would be split open, torn apart. Yet your mind went completely blank even despite the pain. The pleasure you felt from it both disgusted you, and fulfilled that deep, dark part of your desires you never allowed yourself to think too hard about.

You could hardly focus on anything except for the feeling of that thick cock filling you and the sound of skin slapping…and the sound of their panting and moaning right into your ear. You wished you could move, so you could claw at Kris' back. Mark them up too…make them feel as helpless as you did. So helpless…you could feel your orgasm closing in and you couldn't stave it off for much longer.

"Yes…yes…fuck yes I'm getting close…I'm gonna cum inside you… I'm going to fill you so deep you'll get pregnant for sure…you'll be mine…" They laughed, their hips speeding up almost desperately. They then grabbed your neck firmly. "Yeah…you're twitching again…you gonna cum? You can cum now…come on…cum on my cock. Cum….cum cum cum cum-"

You could do nothing as your whole body spasmed, drool dripping down your chin as you screamed silently. You came harder than you ever had before.

Kris slowly pulled out, watching their own cum drip out of your abused hole. They chuckled lowly, a chilling sound. You could barely stay up for much longer.

"Don't worry…I'll take good care of you—"

In that moment, your phone rang. Kris reached for it, looking over the caller ID. They glanced at you and your now unconscious body as they answered.

"Hey y/n I- oh! Kris? Uh…is y/n there? It's getting late and-…oh. They fell asleep? That's okay! Let them rest; they must be exhausted…I'll just pick them up tomorrow if that's okay?…great!"

Kris tossed your phone aside after hanging up, a grin forming as they looked over you.

You weren't going to forget what they did to you.

They won't let you.

You weren't entirely sure how you ended up like this. On your knees, somewhat aching against the rough forest ground, your hands clinging to soft thighs and your mouth too full of cock to even speak around it. Your eyesight blurred over with tears, gagging every time Jax sheathed himself down your throat too far. Too deep.

He seemed to like the way your cheeks flushed from the lack of air, the way you slapped his thigh when you grew desperate to breathe. The way he could take it away if he wanted to. Sure, you wouldn't die if you couldn't breathe, but it didn't make it any less uncomfortable. And it was nice to pretend, at least on his end. That he could control your air flow. Your life. You.

"You're so fucking pretty like this…not trying so damn hard to be nice to me…not looking at me like I'm someone you need to help…" Jax growled above you.

You may have touched a nerve earlier.

It was when this adventure started that you'd noticed the way Jax seemed to be ignoring you. Granted, it wasn't like you were close or particularly friendly. He treated you about the same way as he treated everyone else. Taunted you, bullied you, occasionally assaulted you for a laugh that usually ended in you picking up your own pieces. Always at arm's length. But something had shifted this time around. There were no Jabs, no taunting remarks.

He avoided you entirely. As if he couldn't stand being in the same vicinity as you.

The others would probably have told you to be grateful. Better he ignore you than torment you. They'd probably even say you were lucky. But this didn't sit right with you…not at all.

Today's adventure was "Park Rangers", and your task was a simple one. Track down an invasive species of something called 'Shmorfs' that were wreaking havoc on the ecosystem and wildlife of this particular park. You were excited. You enjoyed hiking and roaming around in a forest-like environment so this was fun for you! You could go off alone or pair up in teams, but overall the idea was to work together to catch every single one of those creatures. And they certainly weren't very easy to find.

At one point, you had managed to find your way near a riverbank. You smiled a bit, watching how the sunlight made the clear water glitter as it rushed downstream. Then you looked up and your eyes locked with his.

"Oh…hey Jax…" You say casually.

He just stared for a good minute, before he turned around and made to walk away.

"Hey!" You called out.

He ignored you.

And for whatever reason, it kind of pissed you off. More than his constant accosting ever had…

You rushed forward and suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Hey. I'm talking to you." Your voice was firm. And this time he couldn't ignore you. Not with the way you gripped his wrist. But you felt something strange, something that caused you to flick your gaze down to his hand.

Was he trembling?

And as if he snapped out of it, he roughly snatched his arm out of your grasp, causing you to stumble a bit.

"Okay, seriously! What the hell is your problem today Jax?!"

"My problem?" He said. Finally. The first words he actually spoke to you all day.

"Yes! You've…you've been ignoring me. Avoiding me. And I want to know why." You stepped back a bit, gaze falling to the ground. You started to feel like this was dumb. Why were you upset? Even you felt confused by your own reaction. "You…aren't your usual self. You haven't said a word, a single insult…no sarcastic jab. Nothing. And it's…weird.." you trail off. Yeah…that had to be it. You felt put off by his change in behavior…you never did well with sudden changes to things. That had to be why…

Jax was quiet for a moment before he suddenly turned to face you. "My problem is you. I heard you."

You furrowed your brows, "What—"

"Don't act stupid now. I know you're slow but you're not fucking brain dead." Jax snapped.

The harshness in his voice was more jarring than the words themselves. He sounded almost desperate. You blinked, utterly lost by this sudden outburst. From acting cold and ignoring you, to lashing out right in front of you with what looked like anger but also…fear?

"Jax, I really don't know what you're-"

"I heard what you said. What you told Pomni…"

It took you a long moment to think of what he could be referring to. But then it hit you, and your face dropped and grew hot. That…

"I know it's weird, but sometimes I can't stop thinking about him" Jax mocked "I wish he wasn't so difficult"

"You mean you've been throwing this…this weird tantrum because I called you cute?!" You blurted. You couldn't help it. This was too bizarre. And you were a little irritated. "That was a private conversation, Jax. You don't get to judge me or act so—"

"What are you playing at, huh? Saying shit like that…do you think this'll just be some fantasy enemies-to-lovers bullshit?? Huh?" He was getting defensive.

None of this was making much sense to you. The way he was reacting, sure it'd make sense if he felt awkward about it but this wasn't mere awkwardness. He was lashing out in a way that just didn't make sense.

"I really don't see what the big deal is. It was a harmless thing I said in private. That's all." You wanted to de-escalate, at least a little.

"You expect me to believe that? I can see it all over your face. And guess what? I think it's pathetic. How desperate are you? You miss dick so much that you'd settle for the guy that fucks with you all daily and doesn't give a shit about any of you? You're a god damn loser!" He yelled.

You were quiet, processing his words. You'd be lying if you said they hadn't stung a bit. But…now you were beginning to understand what wasn't being said. What was simmering just beneath the surface of that stupid act of his.

"Jax…are you upset that I said I found you attractive? Or…are you actually upset that it made you feel something you didn't want to feel…?"

"Wha-I, What the hell are you insinuating-" He was stuttering. You caught him.

"I don't expect you to do anything about it. It was just a friendly conversation. It doesn't have to be that deep. It doesn't have to mean anything to you."

"You think I care? It doesn't mean anything! And yet it still pisses me off!"

"Why. Why does it piss you off, Jax?! You can ignore it! You can-"

"No I can't-!"

"Why not? You ignore everything else! You push away anything else! What's so different about this? You weren't even supposed to know about it!

"It's not-"

"What is it about what I fucking said that bothers you so damn much?! What-"

"Knowing someone is looking at me like that!"

He grabbed you hard by your shoulders and you could do nothing but stare at him in silence. Before you could fully process what exactly he meant by that, he continued.

"No one…" he backed you up, until your back pressed against the rough bark of the closest tree. "…No one is ever supposed to look at me like that..."

You were stunned. Because while he held you so roughly, there was something so incredibly broken about his face in that moment.

"Don't you get it…everything I touch…I'm a fucking disease. That's all you're going to get if you get too close." He said, leaning in. "Do you think you can fix me…? Is that what this is…?"

"That's…not what I-"

"I hate this…I fucking hate this…Why do you always make me feel so-" he interrupted himself, slamming a hand hard against the bark of the tree right above your head. He was caging you now.

You weren't afraid. You reached up, the tips of your fingers lightly grazing his cheek. Not fully touching. Just enough to get him to look at you, to look into your eyes.

"What…do I make you feel…" You ask.

It was Jax's turn to be stunned. And maybe…what you did next was particularly stupid.

You grasped at the straps of his overalls and tugged him forward sharply, slamming your lips into his.

You regretted it almost immediately, knowing that this was definitely going too far. You fucked up. You pulled back and were just about to apologize when Jax grabbed the back of your head. He chased after your lips with what could only be described as a desperate whimper. Your eyes widened but it only took a moment for you to melt into it, sliding your tongue boldly across his lip to which he immediately parted them and shoved his own tongue into your mouth. That was all the green light he needed apparently.

He kissed you as if he needed it to breathe. And you felt when his other hand began to roam down the side of your body, feeling and groping every inch he could reach.

He pulled away, panting softly. A string of saliva connected you. You really couldn't find the right words to say.

"I'll wreck you before you can ever even think about trying to fix me…"

Those words made a shiver run down through your spine, and you subconsciously pressed your thighs together. This did not go unnoticed.

"What? Does that get you off?" That taunting tone Jax always used was starting to return a bit, but it felt quite diffrent to usual. "…you're a freak, aren't you…?"

He pulled your hair, hard enough to force your head back. You gasped.

"I wonder if all this time…you've actually been getting off to everything I've done to you…"

You tried to shake your head, "Shhh…Hey…I'm not going to let you lie to my face..." he quickly shushed you.

"You brought this on yourself."

—

You gagged once again when he shoved his dick further than you were ready for, clenching your eyes shut as he guided your head down to meet his thrusts. Your jaw was starting to ache, but you could do nothing about it with the harsh grip he kept on your hair.

"Fuuuck…just like that. This is where you wanted to be…isn't it? Mouth full of my cock?" He smiled down at you, his own cheeks were tinted even despite that smug look he was giving you. He wasn't expecting you to answer. Not that he would give you the chance to.

"Should I cum down your throat? Hm? You wanna taste my load, little cum dump?"

All you could manage was a muffled groan, which in turn vibrated around Jax's cock and got a sharp moan out of him. And that's what did it. Before you could even brace for it, your mouth was flooded by the unique taste of hot cum. You had no choice but to swallow what you could as he forced it down your throat with a few more thrusts, some of it spilling down your chin.

He panted above you, and even as your lips felt numb and your jaw felt sore, you couldn't stop starring at him. He looked so beautiful when he came. With his brows furrowed, his ears twitching…like he was barely holding on. A bubble of pride formed in your chest even despite the circumstances of your situation.

You did that.

You made the ever elusive Jax crack. You hadn’t realized you had been smiling after he pulled his cock out, until he glared down at you.

"What are you smiling for…" he growled, pulling you up by your hair once again.

You squirmed, your throat feeling raw as you made a noise of complaint.

"I guess it still hasn't gotten through to you, has it?" He said. He turned you around and slammed your head against the tree, the harsh bark digging into your skin once again, but this time it was your cheek. He was forcing you to bend over, and you whinced.

"Wait-" You squirmed a bit more when you felt him tug at your clothes.

"Hey now, you were smiling all smug at me a second ago. Where'd that confidence go, hm?"

Your pants dropped down your legs and you felt the chill air on your ass, now fully exposed.

"Fucking hell…you're soaked…"

You let out a sharp gasp when you felt the rough texture of his gloved finger slide along your slit, collecting your dripping juices. You swallowed thickly.

"Jax…s-someone…someone could come here…at any moment…" You managed to croak out.

Jax rolled his eyes. "Really? You're worried about that now?" He scoffed lightly. "You weren't so concerned about that when you were swallowing my dick." He said.

You bit your lip at how vulgar that sounded, "You didn't exactly l-let me express my concern…jerk…"

"Oho~…still got enough sense in you to be a brat huh?…that's not gonna do."

You cried out, your hands quickly covering your mouth in a desperate attempt to silence yourself when you felt the sting of his hand harshly coming down on your ass. He repeated the action, the sharp sound of skin being slapped resounding around you.

"You want me to stop? I bet you do…but I won't. I'm not going to stop using you until you’re nothing but a dumb little cock drunk whore…"

Tears had already sprung from your eyes, and with every smack your ass grew more sensitive and raw. It was becoming too much, your legs shaking. For a second you thought you’d lose your footing.

"Shit…look at you…your pussy is twitching like crazy…" He murmured, and once again that desperation you caught onto earlier was seeping through. You could hear it in his voice. "You want to be stuffed so bad…you're begging for it.."

Even as you felt your body react to his words, deep down you knew he was just as hungry as you were. He was starting to slip up.

"Dammit…I can't wait anymore.." he said, and you felt when he pressed the head of his cock right against your fluttering entrance. He didn't push in just yet, instead taking a moment to rub his tip along your pussy lips. He smeared your juices on himself, and you could hear every breathless moan that escaped him.

Seems he wasn't as in control as he was trying to make it seem. So you did something bold. You shifted your hips, moving them back against the cock pressed against you.

The second the tip caught against your hole and pushed in, you both let out the most broken of moans. Yours were muffled into your palms, but his…you could have cum right then just listening to him. Maybe you really were a freak…

"You fucking…greedy bitch…" he grit out, his hands both holding your hips in an iron grip. "You want cock that badly? Couldn't fucking wait?…fine.." he growled, ruthlessly slamming the rest of his length inside you.

Your eyes rolled. The stretch burning in a way that you just knew would ache later but in that moment you didn't care. In that moment you felt so full, nothing else mattered.

"Now you're tightening around me?…you really are a brat…" Jax panted, and pulled out almost to the tip before thrusting right back into you. He didn't give you a single second to adjust, setting a pace as he lost his own patience.

Your back arched, and your mind went blank when he slammed into you so deep. Deeper than you've ever thought possible. He was definitely making good on his promise, to make you into a cock drunk whore.

You felt when one of his hands circled around your torso, pulling you back a bit against him. His hand wrapped around your neck, and you were once again unable to breath. You gave up trying to silence yourself, now your hands desperately grasping at the arm that was choking you out while he drilled his cock into you.

"You dirty fucking bitch…you like this. It gets you off when I treat you like shit. It gets you off when I use you and choke you and fuck you…" Jax growled into your ear. "This is what you wanted, right? You think you can fix this? Hm? Do you even want to?"

His taunting only riled you up even more, squeezing around him. He moaned as he nearly lost it, his voice cracking.

"God…I've wanted this for so fucking long…you don't even know all the nights I've spent thinking about it…all the times I took everything out on you just to push it away…" He whimpered, and you knew this was it. This was the truth. The real feelings Jax was running away from. "Every day…I see you every fucking day in this shithole world…you smile…you laugh…you ask me what I'm up to like we're friends…" Jax's thrusts began to speed up, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

"You don't ever take the fucking hint no matter how many times I screw with you. No matter how fucking cruel I am. And then you go and say something like that…when you think I'm not listening..." He laughed, a hollow, terrified thing between his grunts and moans. "…I can't stop wanting you…this is your fault…it's all your fault…"

You slapped at his arm, unable to vocalize that you were going to cum but trying to signal him somehow.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum? Gonna cum on my cock?" The hand that wasn't choking you came down to rub your clit, "yeah..fuck yeah come on…give it to me…give it to me give it to me!"

You shattered completely. You're whole body convulsed as you came, juices drenching your thighs and now his hand. But he didn't stop abusing your clit. He didn't stop thrusting either. In fact, he fucked you faster. Even as your orgasm passed, you were left a twitching overstimulated mess.

"Oh shit…shit shit shit I'm cumming…I'm gonna cum inside…I'm gonna fucking breed you so deep…you'll never get me out of you…" he moaned against the back of your shoulder, resting his head on you as he chased his own orgasm. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Want me to fuck my cum into your pretty pussy? Yeah? Take it…TAKE IT!" He growled, slamming his cock so deep you let out a raw cry. He came inside you, and you shivered at the feeling of your insides being completely flooded. The wet mess between your legs only getting messier.

He thrusted through his climax, milking every drop of his load inside you. He panted behind you, having long since let go of your neck and now having both arms wrapped around you. He leaned forward, then moved you both as he sat down against the tree, still balls deep inside you and keeping you pressed firmly against his chest.

It was quiet for a long time, just the sound of the both of you catching your breaths as it all slowly sunk in. And even after, even when the haze of sex began to slowly dissipate into post orgasm clarity, he still didn't move.

And then you heard him whisper;

"I need you to hate me…if you don't…I don't know what to do…"

—

You both lost the game, not having caught a single one of those 'shmorf' things.

There was way too much on your mind to really care anyways.

You both looked a total mess too, Caine had to snap his fingers and clean you up. To everyone else, it looked like you and Jax might have gotten into a fight, one that turned physical. You could practically see it on your friends' faces, the concern. The worry in Ragatha's tone when she asked you if you were okay, to which you offered a reasuring smile and said you were fine. The concern on Pomni's face when she pulled you aside after everything and asked if something happened with Jax.

You couldn't possibly tell her the truth. just the thought made you want to bury yourself in the ground out of embarrassment…it was a miracle in itself that no one had walked in on you two going at it, especially with how loud you were being towards the end.

Now in your room, you covered your flustered face with your pillow as you recalled every memory of it. You truly couldn't stop thinking about it…you weren't really sure you'd be able to sleep all that well at this rate.

And that's when you heard a knock at your door. You sat up, staring at the door for a moment before you got out of your bed and padded over. Cracking your door open, you were met face to face with the very subject your mind seemed utterly obsessed with. You gulped, bracing yourself for what Jax might say.

"Can I come in? I…can't sleep."

You blinked at that, and opened your door wider, stepping aside.

"Oh, yeah. Sure." You say. You couldn't help but give him a smile, a genuine one.

You shut the door behind you.

You, in fact, would not be sleeping for the rest of the night at all.

And neither would any of your neighbors…as you would come to find out the next morning, to your utter horror.

And you worry...maybe you crossed a line? Maybe you went too far? You weren't like him... you didn't dismiss hurting or causing people pain with 'none of this is real and no one can die so who cares.

You felt too much empathy, even for him.

So you go off to find him, to apologize.

You go to his room, give the door a few knocks and call out his name.

"Jax?..."

Nothing. No response. You go to knock again, but your hand pauses and hovers over the door when you hear a sound you couldn't quite discern.

But he was definitely there.

So, you slowly turn the door knob, somewhat surprised it wasn't locked. He must have rushed in here...

You peak into his room, dim and muted colors covered by a dark sheen as there was no light source. But you could see just enough.

And what you saw had you completely frozen in place.

Jax hadn't even realized the door was cracked open and that he was being watched. His back was towards you, his knees dipping into the mattress. His overalls, undone from his shoulders and hanging loosely around his waist as he thrusted his hips forward into his soft gloved hand.

You didn't have to see it to know he was fisting his cock like a bitch in heat. His other hand desperately gripping the headboard as if that would do anything to ground him.

But that's not even the part that made your mind go blank. It was when he called your name.

"Oh...f*=*ck~!..please...y/n.l'm sorry...l'm s-sorry….*

For a millisecond you thought he noticed you, but it became very clear he hadn't called for you because he knew you were there. He was calling out for you to get off. Apologizing and whining to get off.

After a moment, you carefully and silently shut the door, then walked off.

You had started off originally pissed and frustrated at the way he treated everyone...then guilty for being so mean in response...and now... now you felt...curious.

And curiosity could be such a dangerous thing...

Because for you, it often lead to doing something reckless.

You should just pretend you never saw that, pretend it never happened. He was going to likely come back acting perfectly normal, maybe mess with one of the others twice as hard just to spite you.

A smile began to form on your face.

Little did he know, the level of power and leverage he just gave you.

You weren't going to blackmail him, no.

You weren't going to say a single word about this.

You were going to fuck with him. Much harder.

Until it builds up more and more, to where he can barely hide his little fetish anymore.

Whatever guilt you previously felt was long gone, whatever concern and empathy, dispelled completely.

It was now replaced with curiosity, hunger even.

Could you make the purple bunny utterly crumble through your fingers? Could you push him so far to the edge he finally drops all those acts and masks and begs for you with his most vulnerable and naked version of himself?