#jaxgf

The other members of the digital circus were about to start clawing at the walls, anything if that meant they could a semblance of peace and quiet. Realizing that talking to either individual involved with this was getting them no where. It came to a vote, all started by Zooble who was becoming tired of the war happening with you and Jax.

Zooble started the vote, “I vote that Jax and (Y/n) have to go on a solo bonding adventure.” They give you a sorry look, but continues on.

“A duo adventure! Zooble, what an amazing idea!" Caine pops in out of nowhere, and you can't help that your jaw literally drops.

You notice that everyone, but you, is agreeing to this vote. Even Jax, just for the purpose of getting to annoy you with no other distractions. Or at least, that's what you assume.

“And they can't come back until they've sorted their issues.” Zooble says pointedly, looking between the two of you.

“No!” You object instantly, looking at all of your so-called friends with a grimace. Silently begging them not to agree with this nonsense.

“What? No! Don't make me be alone with him, please. Gangle? Ragatha? Don't agree to this, please.” Emotionally you were on your knees pleading with the others. You're looking between the two girls you consider your best friends, an almost lost look on your face. Gangle refused to meet your stare and Ragatha just shrugged like she had no other choice.

“Awh, Come on, sweetheart. I’m not that bad.” Jax chuckled as he spoke, throwing his arm around your shoulder. His usual cocky smile spread across  his lips, the smile that you often wanted to slap off his face. He just pulls you against him.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” You push him away with all your force, as though his touch burned you. Trying to create some distance between the two of you.

“I don't fucking like you, I don't want to go anywhere you with, ever. Even if that meant getting out of this hellhole.” You spat at him, worss thrown like daggers. You think you see the glimpse of hurt flash across his face, but when you try to see it again it's gone.

“God, why do you always have to be such—” Jax mutters, but his eyes are squinting in a glare.

“Don'’t you dare finish that fucking sentence!” You interrupt him, getting closer to him. Your finger pushing forcibly on his overall covered chest.

“You just think you can say and do whatever you fucking want, you can—” before you can finish your rant, Caine interrupts you.

“Yeesh. You two really do need an adventure together.” Caine watches with wide eyes, as his overtly loud voice speaks. He snaps his fingers opening a portal and Bubble appears out of nowhere pushing you both through it.

“Fuck you, Zooble.” Is the last thing that the other circus members hear from you. Then the portal is closing and the two of you are stuck somewhere until you can get along.

The two of you fall through the sky of this place until you hit the ground hard. You look around and don't see any bad guys, nothing but nature infact.

Just fields of flowers and trees. A giant willow tree in the middle surrounded by a mushroom circle where the two of you fell to. You stare for a second, just trying to figure out what Caine’s game plan was about this whole situation.

“What? There's not even anything to do.” Jax whines, breaking the silence since the last argument the two of you had.

“My guess is that Caine put us here so we have to talk, that's why there's nothing easy for us to kill each other with. Other than like,” you pause for a moment, looking around the enviroment again. “Burying each other alive.” You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

You sit down on the grassy ground, letting your fingers feel the blades of digital grass. You start to select flowers from the ground, weaving the stems together. Making daisy chains, better known as flower crowns, it was an old pasttime of yours as a child. It was something you could do to keep your hands busy, and keep your calm.

Jax was sat against the tree, his long legs stretched out before him crossed at the ankles. He silently watched as your hands continued to work, the moment you finished one, you started another. Like a constant stream of work would keep you from noticing his watchful eye.

“When did you learn to do that?” Jax found himself asking, as he watched you contine to create them. He sounded genuinely interested in the answer, and that almost pissed you off more. How dare he act like he cares. if he actually does, then why does he treat you like that?

“Do you really care?” You flash your eyes to his before looking back at the flowers in your hands. A bored and annoyed tone attached to your words.

“Dammit (Y/n), Can you at least fucking try?” Jax sounds exasperated as he speaks. Something you didn't even know he was capable of. He throws his head back against the harsh bark of the tree, eyes closed, starting to mutter under his breath.

You allow yourself this moment to let your eyes sweep over his body. Starting with his ears all the way down to the now thumling foot on the ground. You never realized that he's kinda cute, you try to shake these thoughts from your head.

You can't think he's cute, he's like your mortal enemy. But there was something enticing about the way he holds his face in annoyance.

“I learned it when i was a little girl, I didn't,” your words die on your tongue. Trying to contemplate if sharing personal information would really help, or if he'd just use it against you later.

There's nothing to lose, you're gonna be stuck here forever if you don't work on your things with him. You let your eyes fall to him again, but this something he's just looking at you. No stupid smirk, or cocky smile, just a blank face. Like he was genuinely taking in your words, like he cared or something.

“I didn't have friends when i was little so i would just keep myself busy during recess, hense the crowns.” You lift the flowers in your hand up, geaturing to the activity, as you finish your sentence. Your voice is softer when you start again. Softer than he had ever heard you, it tughed at his heartstrings in a way that made gim want to lash out.

Jax’s eyes search your face for a moment, like he was scanning for a hint of dishonesty. You wonder if that's actually what he was doing, or if, too, was an act. He turns his head to look out at the sky, a faraway look on his face.

“I wasn't popular as a child either,” Jax says looking away before turning to look back at you again. His voice sounds sincere, but you can't be sure. He's always lying just for fun.

“But obviously,” He starts with a theatrical voice losing the edge of sentimentality. “I’m the coolest person ever now. Everybody loves me. I’m sure you're very jealous.” The signature smirk he wore as a shield plastered back onto his face, flexing his arm like he was a body builder.

Your nose scrunched up at his attempt of joking. You couldn't help but you roll your eyes, there wasn't even a glimpse of amusement on your face. The smile on Jax’s face twitches for a moment, like he wants to frown but can't.

You started to chew on your cheek, as you tried to figure out if any of that was true. To him, you wore an unreadable expression. You were trying to figure him out, like you've been doing the entire time you've been at the circus. Maybe that's why you hated him, you couldn't get underneath that cool guy exterior. His way of protecting himself, assumably.

“Fuck off, Jax.” You sigh, you're so over his fake confidence, it reeks of fear and insecurity.

“Don't do that shtick with me. I have no interest in Mr-I'm-so-cool and your ‘nothing gets under my skin’ persona.” You snarl out the rest as you speak. Accidentally breaking the crown you were working on in the process.

“God, whatever!” You snap, at yourself more than anything. Losing control was never something you took well. You're getting more angry by the moment, you couldn't understand how he has that power over you. He barely even says anything and your blood is boiling.

You toss the now broken daisy chain to the side, standing up. You pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath. Doing anything to try ans bring you back to a reasonable level. Jax just watched you in silence, as you start to pace for a moment.

“I’m going for a walk,” You grit out, your fingernails making cresent indents in the palm of your hands. Pain, although not healthy, always works as a grounding mechanism.

“Hey, wait.” Jax leans on hand to push himself off the ground coming towards you. His hand reaches out for one of yours, and it takes everything not to just pull it away instantly.

“I’m sorry, okay?” His eyes look into yours, but you still hold your annoyed expression. His hand felt warm against yours, kind of nice. You couldn't think about that now, he says one apology and you crumble? That would only feed his ego and make everything worse.

“Are you?” Your eyebrows shoot up, and your tone is still with the intent to kill. Jax has to lick his lips to keep this corners from twitching upwards. Something about this is just aiding to his attraction to your. There's just something about angry women, he swears it. Well to himself, he couldn't possibly admit to having real feelings to anyone else.

He looks between both of your eyes before his glance flashes to your lips. You try to ignore it, but you can't ignore when he pushes his lips to yours.

You instantly take both hands and push on his chest, hard enough to make him hit the ground. Like it was automatic reactiong, looking to him he's not even surprised. Why should he be?

The kiss felt better than you'd like to admit. It actually made your digital heart skip a beat, something you didn't even know was possible. That only seemed to make you more mad, that's a power he doesn't deserve.

“Have you fucking lost it? What the hell was that?” If he thought you were angry before, you were now a volcano getting ready to erupt. The mixing of emotions inside you only fuels it. Your eyes flashes with a venom he's only seen in the eyes of wild snakes.

“Are you fucking stupid? No, I must be. And to think I was actually trying to give you a chance. What the fuck is your problem.” The last part wasnt even a question, you said it like a statement words just falling from your lips like the stream from a faucet. There was still a small part of you, that liked the kiss, that maybe wanted to do it again.

“Augh! You're so obnoxious! You're annoying, too violent and just plain mean! You just think you can do whatever you want and everyone is just going to take it. Fucking aye. I can't believe i actually had a crush on you when i first arrived.” As soon as those words fell from your lips, you pressed them into a thin line and started cursing yourself silently. Why on earth would you say that? Why were you even thinking about it?

You swiftly turned around, embarassment making you want to hide. Any anger you had was fading into nerves. With your back to him, you make dumb faces that are aimed at yourself.

Everything is silent aside from the shuffling you hear of Jax getting off the ground and making his way towards you. It made butteflies grow in your stomach but tou also dreaded whatever he was gonna say. The mocking that was bound to follow.

“Well, don't stop there. Let's hear more about that.” His voice is barely above a whisper. it causes a chill to crawl over your shoulder despite the sunny weather surrounding you. Jax is right behind you, taking a strand of your hair and twirling it around his gloved fingers.

“I- I don't want to.” You stuttered out, your words and cringed at your awkward tone. You felt smaller than you were, especially with his towering figure behind you. You can see his shadow in front of you, the darkness a silhouette of his figure. You can see one of his eyes is tweaked, you couldn't help but wonder why that is.

“Hm. I’m sure. You want me so bad it's making you look stupid” He lets go of your hair when he chuckles out the words. He's trying to intimidate you, and you can't let him think it's working.

As quietly as you could, you tried to suck in air through your nose. You spun back around, now chest to chest with him. Silently swallowing, hoping the flutter in your stomach goes away with it, you take a conscious step away from him.

You look up at his eyes, but immediately wished you hadn't. His annoying attempts of flirting have gotten under your skin in the last few seconds. You can't help but wonder if kissing him again would feel as good as it did the first time.

“That’s not true.” Your voice lacked the conviction to make him believe your statement. Instead his smirk just continued to grow. You didn't even believe yourself, but that isn't helped by the fluttering your cunt did at his words.

“Which part? That you want me or that it's making you stupid?”

“Because I think both of it is.” Your eyes flash to lips when he starts talking but you try to push them back to his eyes. Your resolve was quickly crumbling, unfortunately he was more charismatic than you'd like to give him credit for.

“I think,” He has a dark twinkle in his eyes as he takes a step closer to you. “I could fix your little attitude problem.” You stumbled as you tried to back away from him. With every step you took back, he took another forward, like some cat-and-mouse game.

“I don't have an attitude problem!” Despite the sexual tension growing, you couldn't just let him talk to you like that. You stopped backing away, and angrily pouted at him.

“You’re the problem.” You said it like it was obvious. But once you registered what you said, you tried backtracking. It was too late at that point, a genuine smirk starts on Jax’s face. You hated to admit it but it made him so much hotter.

“Well, let me fix it, I could make you forget about everything else.” He was following you step to step at this point. He kept trying to catch up with you, this chase was fueling you better than any argument had ever done. You'd be a liar if you said arguing with Jax wasn't usually the highlight of your day. It was something real. He does genuinely infuriate you, don't get it twisted.

His offer is really appealing, it sounds so nice. You cant even really remember the last time you had sex. He watches as you pull your lips in between your teeth, a nervous habit he picked up on long away. Any anger you had is turning into lust and playfulness, into making this as much fun as possible.

“If you can catch me, i’m all yours.”

You flashed your eyes to the field of trees, a devious smile falling on your lips. This little game between you and Jax was beginning to get fun. He'd never seen this side of you, it was something he could really learn to love.

Jax’s eyes darkened at your words, the condition of what's to come. Then for a split second he face is softening, he's grabbing your hand go keep you from taking off just yet.

“Do you really want this?” Jax’s eyes intently search yours, and it makes a softer, sweeter part of you start to ache. A part of yourself, you forgot even existed since being stuck in the circus.

“Hey,” you reach a hand up to Jax’s cheek, softly stroking your thumb at the fur. “I do, i want this, i just also want it to be fun.” You smiled at him, and it made his cock ache against his overalls. He nuzzles his face against your hand for a second, before pushing your hand back towards yourself.

“you have five seconds.” he whispers back, that dark look back in his eyes. It made your stomach flip.

You took off with a hard run, swindling between all the trees. Your five seconds are up faster than you could believe. You can hear the footsteps of Jax running behind you. It's exhularing. Your chest is heaving, your lungs burn as keep running. Your feet dropping hard against the ground as they carry the weight of your body, it stings a little.

You keep winding around trees, trying to keep him off your track. You can see hear the rustling of the leaves as he tries to find you. You slow your running to lessen the sound, you want to giggle, but know you can't.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Jax’s voice is sing songing as he slows down trying to find you.

You keep going, slowly walking at this point to be as silent as possible. Hiding between trees, trying to figure out where he is. Spotting a hint of purple, you take off again.

You're stopped by Jax, who jumps out rrom infront of a tree. Directly into your path, you hit his body like a brick wall. His arm swooping around your back to keep you from falling backwards. You can't help but squeal from the faux fear.

“Got you.” He whispers, before pining you to the closet tree. The harshness of the bark poking into your flesh. His lips quickly envelop yours, taking them over as id the two of you had done this a million times. One hand is pining your hip to the tree and the other is craddling your face.

He's holding your jaw tightly, pushing his entire body against yours. You can feel the outline of his cock straining against his clothes. The whiles spilling from your mouth are being swallowed by his mouth, as he deepens the kiss.

Swirling his tongue around yours, he's groans into your mouth. It send a shock through your entire body, almost turning your brain turn off in the process. Your bodies are trying to meld into one, as he grabs your legs and signals you wrap your legs around him.

He picks you up, pushing you against the tree again as you wrap your arms around his neck. He finally seperates from you, you lean your head back against the tree. Attempting to catch your breath after the running and then the makeout session.

He only continues the assault on your neck, sucking harsh, bruise marks into the skin. He kisses a couple of different spots until he finds the one that makes your legs tighten around his hips.

“Ah, ah,” breathy moans are falling frrom your o shaped lips, it's only spirring him on further. His hips grinding into yours, the friction is making you feel hot, your nails start clawing at his shoulders.

“Fuck,” Jax grits out a groan at the feeling. His teeth nipping harshly at your skin.

“Jax, please, need you.” You can barely even talk, You feel like putty in his hands.

He laughs darkly into your neck, it makes your cunt throb, a heartbeat thrumming evidently from your clit.

“You need me? Aw, poor thing. You're gonna have to do better than that.” His cock was beginning to hurt in his pants, but he couldn't succumb to you that easy. Wouldn't be fun. He starts roughly gropong at your breasts while he mocks you.

“Jax, please. Please fuck me, please need your cock in me. Jaxie, please.” You whined out, unable to get any friction yourself because he was in the way. Tears pricking at your waterline from the absolute need going through you.

“So dumb for me already, baby? Calling me Jaxie and crying for me, when I haven't even done anything yet. So cute.” He swipes at the tear that fell down your cheek.

“Jax.” You whine, stretching out his name three syllables.

“Shut up.” He said the statement flatly, which shut you up automatically. But he didn't miss the little moan under your breath.

He helps you out of your pants and panties. Roughly shoving two digits in your cunt to prepare you for his cock, the feeling makes your head fall back. You forgot how good it felt to be stretched out, the pain almost like a pleasure in itself. His thumb coming up to run little circles on your clit. Jax’s fingers thrust in your cunt, in a scissor like motion to open you up more. Then he adds a third digit, It's been so long since you've done anything, you're cum relatively quickly .shaking in jax’s arms as moans and his name fall from your lips.

The smirk on his face is earned this time, because he did that. He pulls his cock from his pants, thumbing over the head, stroking the member to spread his precum. He toys with the opening of your cunt, rubbing his head from it to your sensitive clit making you whine out his name in frustration.

“You’re so cute like this, all exposed for me.” His words were spoken softly, like they were genuine. It made you feel embarrassed attempting to hide your face with your hands, a smal embarrassing whine slipping from your lips. you refused to look at him.

Jax slaps your hands away, “Don’t you dare hide from me,” there's a seriousness to him that you don't try to defy. You slowly lower your hands but your cheeks still burn.

He pushes his cock into you slowly, eyes quickly moving from your face to your cunt. wanting to see the expressions on your face but also the veiw of your gummy walls welcoming him. Looking between the two was almost too much, if he kept this up he was going to cum in seconds.

He chooses your face, stares at you for any sense of discomfort but also to see your eyes rolling back into your head. As his cock delves into your pussy, it's like he hits every little spot you didn't know existed.

As soon as you're fully enveloping him, a playful grin finds its way to his face.

“Still hate me?” Jax jokes, fully sheathed in your cunt. He's kissing up your neck, looking for that special spot again.

“No, F-fuck.” You stutter as he slowly rocks his hips to yours, pulling back and pushing back in. Trying to find a good rhythm for the two of you. He chuckles in reponse but keeps pounding into your cunt.

You move a hand down to your clit, but he smacks it away. Replaces them with his own, rubbing gently circular movements into the sensitive nub. The extra sensation makes your walls clamp around him.

“Shit. You're so fucking tight.” Jax grits out, as he continues to fuck you. Your legs starting to shake gives him the hint, you're close. He keeps the same rhythm, and you reach the peak faster than you thought possible

“You can come inside.” You're moaning out, as you feel yourself coming. A fucked out smile playing on your lips, he can't help but push his lips to yours. Moving his mouth against yours as his cock stutters inside of you. Painting your insides with his cum.

You both slowly go to the ground, your head in Jax’s lap ass you both try to calm your breathing.

“So what, are we dating now or going back to hating each other?” Jax blew out a ouff of air after he spoke, obvious that he liked one of those answers more than other.

“We can be dating if you want."” You say optimisticly, you could definitely get used to doing stuff like this. You move a little to out your clothes back on, before settling in the grass next to him.

“Cool, yeah. I would like that.” He offers up, knowing you want more than he's willing to give most days.

“Me too, just no lying and I don't know if I want the others to know yet. It's like not their business.” You said with a seni-pointed look.

“You don't want Gangle to know they were right.” He clarifies, knowing the real reason.

Jax was in the back, collecting all the dirty dishes so he could prepare for the evening rush. He grumbles as he collects dishes from around the kitchen. Picking them up and setting in a white tub to tote them to the sink. He's about to finish filling up the tub, when he hears the customer's response due to his sensitive rabbit ears.

“Well, baby, are you on the menu?” The customer leaned to get a better look at you. You giggled but shook your head. Jax almost dropped the dishes on the tiled ground. He quickly swung them onto the counter roughly, before making his way to the front. There's practically steam coming out of ears by the time he reaches.

“No. She's not.” Jax’s flat tone could be heard clearly from where he'd come to stand behind you. He was very annoyed, eyeing up the guy, who'd dare flirt with his girl. His hands possessively grabbing your hips, and he glared at the customer. Gangle’s rules be damned. He wasn't about to be nice to this fucking guy.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, bunny boy. Just being nice.” The customer was practically taunting Jax, beckoning him to jumo over the counter and beat the shit out of him.

You gladly accepted the heat from his body. Even leaning against him a little bit, after hearing what the customer said. Your eyes widen in shock, a disgusted look playing at your lips. You're hoping it would keep him grounded.

“What did you just say to me?” Jax all but growls.

“You should go on break.” You turn around and face him, lowering your voice as you speak. “He’s not worth losing your job, We both know I'm yours.” you offer to keep him calm.

“Fine, whatever.” He huffs, but makes sure to press his lips to yours but maintains eye contact with the customer. a sinful like smile playing at his lips when you pull away from in surprise. He didn't even want your coworkers to know you were together, but he's showing off for this random guy. You'd have to yell at him about that later, but your tummy did tingle over his need to stake claim. being wanted can cause a certain kind of heat to stir.

You push him towards the back, face the customer again.

“What would you like to order?”

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After the customer, you tell Gangle, that you and Jax are on break. Swooping through the back doors where you find him sat on the trunk of his car. His foot is propped on it, and it's thumping, showing his annoyance. While he puffed on a cigarette trying to calm his nerves. He wasn't used to being jealous, jealousy meant that he cared. Perhaps that was true, which troubled him further.

Once he saw you coming out the door, he all but launched himself off the car. Dropping his cigarette he steps on it to put it out, and keeps a steady pace crossing the parking lot towards you.

“Hey, so what w-” you begin to try and start an argument about the kiss by the cash register, but his lips against yours stopped you from saying anything else.

His hands grabbed both sides of your face almost harshly, as he deepened the kiss. You couldn't help moan into the kiss, he took that opportunity to wrap his tongue around yours, like he was chasing it in your mouth. Jax groaned into the kiss pushing you against the harsh exterior of Spudsy's. You whine half from the uncomfortable feeling of the concrete oushing into your flesh from the thin restraints of your uniform.

“Tell me you're mine, again.” He demanded, his eyes boaring harshly into yours. His arms cage you in, as his palms flatten against the walll. Pushing his body fully against yours, pining you to the wall with his towering figure.

He moves to start kissing harshly into the skin of your neck, making your knees go weak when he finds that sweet spot. That feeling is almost doubled when he starts grinding his clothed cock against.

“All yours, Jax, Fuck.” You whined out, basically putty in his hands. You completely forgot you were even at work, your desire blurring reality. All you knew is just that you need him.

“Jax, please, m all yours, please.” You don't even know what you're saying, you just know you're blind with the feeling of him. You could feel him smiling against your skin, a chuckly groan deep from within his chest. He comes back to envelope your lips with his, and your hands move up to wrap around his neck. Surrounding yourself completely with him, but it still wasn't enough.

“Fuck,” Jax breathes out as he separated from you, pressing his forehead against yours. He stopped the grinding, and the kissing. he doesn't miss the barely above a whipser whine of disappointment that falls from your lips.

A huge smile takes over Jax’s face as he closes in on you again. Towering over you as you back up against the wall, you were giggly and nervous. He just made you feel so good, it took you away.

“Pretty little thing, you would have just let me fuck you right here, wouldn't you?” One of his hands coming to grip your chin, not allowing you to look away from him.

“Where anyone could have seen us? naughty girl.” He clicked disappointedly at you, obviously just trying to rile you up, and it was working.

“Hmph, stop.” you whined, trying to look anywhere but at him. He just chuckled darkly.

That's where you would find Jax, in one of the far booths under a hanging light. His finger was circling the rim of his whiskey glass as he glanced out the window at the faux city life. Caine really put alot of work into this place.

You were standing at the bar, making small talk with Zooble, Gangle and Ragatha. Asking them all about their days and how they felt. You always felt the need to check in on everyone. It was something Jax admired about you, but at the same time, it was nauseating. The sweetness that existed deep in your core, it gave him a toothache. He loved you all the same.

You order a Sex on the Beach and say see you later to the girls and Zooble. You make your way over to Jax, admiring the way the white button up flattered him. The rain made the material cling to this skin, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, the suspenders pulled over his slender shoulders. it made you think of things that you shouldn't, a tingle building in your core. He always had this kind of affect on you. Trying to rid the thoughts, you shale your head. Making your way theough the sea of NPCs over to the purple rabbit, his eyes meeting yours as the click of your heels make it obvious you were coming towards him.

No one really understood your relationship with Jax, hell sometimes you weren't even sure that even you did. There was just something about him that you needed to understand, those glimpses under the mask always have pulled you towards him.

Unbeknownst to you, he'd been watching you since you walked into the bar. It's like Jax couldn't pull his eyes away from your body, magnetized to you. Big eyes glued to how the dress this area gave you hugged your body. The colors flattered you, and huung to your curves. He could barely ignore the feeling that his pants were getting tighter against his cock. He could've thanked Caine a million times for making this adventure look so appetizing.

The moment you lean down to slide against the leather seats of the booth, Jax was nonchalantly staring down the low cut of your dress. It was like he was undressing with his eyes from the second you entered the bar, water droplets still clinging to your hair. He was taking you in, but realizing how pathetic he was being, took a swig of the whiskey in his glass. Your cheeks warmed as you realized he was eyeing you up just the same as you were him.

You were just as bad as he is. It almost made you want to giggle. The leather booth seats were cushiony, made you feel so comfortable. Your crossed your legs under the table accidentally hitting on of Jax’s legs in the process. You sheepishly apologized, but it only egged him on. One of his gloved hands coming under the table, to stroke the bare skin of your leg. It made your breath hotch, so you sipped on your drink trying to ease the burning desire that was beginning.

It almost had the opposite result, only increasing the lust that was growing. Jax was just smirking at you, fantasizing about making your makeup run.

“You look good enough to eat,” Jax remarks, leaning his head on his hand. You didn't miss the double meaning that this held, you tightened your crossed legs, trying to ignore the throbbing feeling in between your thighs.

“You know,” His voice lowered, “We could probably sneak away to the bathroom, with all these extras here. No one's wven paying attention to us.” Jax leans closer across the table, eyes moving from you to the other circus members, making sure none of them were paying any attention to the two of you.

He was too enticing. It was like he knew exactly what you needed to hear, your eyes quickly scanning the rest of the ‘people’ of the bar. You could feel your heartbeat thrumming in your ear, exciting anxiety bubbling in your tummy. Jax wasn't wrong, no one is paying attention to the two of you, you could sneak off without anyone noticing the two of you.

A sneaky little grin grows on your lips as you look back to Jax, who was know twirling one of your hairs around his fingers.

“You’re a bad influence, yeah let's do it.” you bit at your lip, flush warming your cheeks as you watched him do a once over of you once again.

“My good girl,” he whispers, before sitting back in his seat. Doing a final canvas of the bar, voice still low to where only you can hear. “Come into the bathroom a few minutes after i do, okay?” Jax’s eyes were back on yours, looking deeply for a moment making sure you really want this.

The almost sinful smile on your lips was the only confirmation he needed. It made him almost proud that you really wanted to do this with him.

He stepped into the bathroom, and waited, a few more seconds and Jax would be thumping his foot down in impatience. You waited a full minuye, when you thought no one would notice and slipped into the room too.

As soon as the door shut behind you, Jax was pushing your body against it's cool wooden surface.  Both of his hand grabbed your wrists holding them against the door. His face coming to smell at your neck, the pheromones that he was basically addicted to at this point. He bit and kissed at the sensitive skin, kissing up your jaw until his lips met yours. Jax kissed your aggressively, biting at your bottom lip for access, and dominating the space as he does so. He wants to own every part of you.

“I couldn't possibly wait until tonight, you just look too good.” He breathed out the words, his breath tickling your skin, as he retreated to the slope of your neck. Your fingers itched to grab at him from where they were pinned, to squeeze the material of his shirt til your knuckles were white. You struggled against his grip, but ultimately failing to beat his strength.

Jax brought his knee up, to push against your panty covered cunt, grinding the rough material of his dress pants up against your sensitive area. You almost choked on well he was making you feel. throwing you head back against the door, forgetting completely about rhe people on the other side of it. Your eyes rolling back into your head, trying to move your hips to match the speed of his knee that was just barely catching on your clit.

“Look at you, all pathetic for me.” He sneered in your ear, increasing the pressure of his knee against your mound. Your cunt clenching around nothing made you whine out for him.

“Barely even touched you, and you're coming completely undone for me.” He pulled back to really look at you, taking in how fucked out you already look. He chuckles a little at the scene, perfect little ray of sunshine completely at his mercy.

“I could just leave you like this, you know? Just a complete mess with no release.” He teased, his face barely a breath away.

“Jax, baby, please. Need to feel you inside me, want it so bad. M so empty.” At the threat of being left like this, you babbled out a whine. Essentially begging him to fuck you in this bathroom.

“Where anyone can walk in on us? okay.” He jokes as he leads you towards the mirror, pressing your hips into the harsh exterior of the sink.

“You want me so bad, I’m gonna make you see how fucking needy you are me, make you watch as i fill this pussy up.” As he spoke, he slapped your ass harshly, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. The sting of his hit made you yelp in surprise, you just looked in the mirror at your dazed out look and his sinister grin.

You whined at the thought, and he knew he'd really had you wrapped all the way around his finger. He pushed up the bottom your dress, letting the slope your ass hold it up.

“Fuck, you're so pretty.” Jax can't help but breathe out the words. Like he needed to know they were out in the world.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, lipstick smudged from the messy kisses. Your eyes fell to Jax who looked like he had just the jackpot when it comes to a fuck buddy. Only a few seconds and he was pulling his cock from his pants, giving the member a few strokes and spreading the precum from the head to the base. One of his handsncome to pull your panties to the side, and let your cunt slowly pull him in.

It was like heaven, finally feeling that stretch that his cock always gives you. You tried to push your forehead against the mirror, some kind of relief between the stinging stretch of your cunt, and his hips harahly pushing yours into the porcelain sink. It hurt so good.

“Ah-ah.” Jax turs mockingly, pulling your hair so that you could see yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are watering, mascara clumping together, your mouth in in a perfect o shape. You looked like a fucked up whore, and he'd barely done anything to you.

Jax’s proud smirk could be seen behind you, even with his cock sheathed in your gummy walls, he could keep complete control.

“Look at how pretty you are like,” He prasises you, moving his hand to hold your jaw. Keeping the back of your head against his shoulder, so you have no choice to watch yourself. His hips start pistoning, his cock reaching the deepest parts of your cunt. You could see your mascara starting to run down your cheeks in your reflection.

Whines, moans and his name falling from your lips like a hymn. If someone could be religious from fucking someone that's where Jax was. He claimed fucking you in the mirror was for to see, but it was really because he couldn't get enough of you. He's addicted to you, your smell, your touch, your taste. But he can't possinly let you know that.

In this position it's not hard for you to start reaching your peak, one his hands comes down to rub harsh circles on your clit. Jax already knows your body almost better than you do, your fluttering cunt a sign that you're about to cum. He speeds up and watches as you come undone for him, all you can do is babble out his name like a mantra.

“That’s it, baby,” He grunts out as he comes in your cunt. You both orgasm as the same time, your kegs shaking harshly as you do, using the sink the keep you up. Jax clumsily leans against one of the walls, wiping at the sweat that started on his forehead. A tired smile playing at his lips, his half lidded eyes watched you as you cleaned yourself up, whining ever slightly at the sensitivity your cunt has right now.

He presses a kiss to your forehead then a messy one to your lips as he looks as your fucked out face.

It's not out of the ordinary for the two of you to hang out in the parking lot, smoke, and hang out after a long shift. it's just something to take the edge off, and sometimes he brings a joint for the two of you to share.

“There you are, you fuck.” you exclaim as you finally find your lighter, flicking it, you take a puff off your cigarette.

“You know smoking is bad for you, right?” He jokes with his usual cocky attitude, a shit eating grin taking over his face. he just always had something to say, never letting silence take over for too long.

“Yeah, whatever, fuck off. You want one?" You offer the half full pack to the purple rabbit, he shrugs, but still takes one from the pack.

You extend your hand to hand him the lighter, but it's like he completely ignores it.

In what you have to assume is just to mess with you, as is his favorite hobby. He presses the unlit cigarette in his mouth to the lit one in yours, intruding on your personal space and making butterlies flutter in your stomach like a school girl.

You hoped he couldn't tell what kind of reaction that had on you. But the smug smirk on his face is telling you otherwise.

“Do i make you nervous?” he takes a puff off the cigarette, leaning on one hand towering over your smaller frame.

“Not exactly.” You admitted, eyes casting away from him. Your cool facade slipping. Not like his ego needing any feeding, but that didn't stop his mouth from twitching upwards.

“Yeah?” He left the cigarette to dangle from his lips, using his other hand to slide it up your thigh, feeling your warm skin underneath your uniform. His eyes scanned over you, testing the waters.

Your neck and face feel hot, warming from nerves and desire. You couldn't help the nervous giggle that escapes you, you want to hide. There's nowhere to go, you have nowhere to be, and you both know it.

“Cute.” He murmurs, his hand moving to cup your hip, really trying to see how far you'll let him go. When he squeezes the sensitive skin and a small whine accidentally falls from your lips. His ears twitch and a chuckle comes from low in his throat. There's a mix of fear and anticipation mixing low in your stomach. That doesn't stop the embarassment crawling up your neck, just like the flush. Jax drops the cigarette on the pavement, crushing it under his shoe. He takes the one from your lips and does the same.

He stands up more straight now, and the height difference is ever more evident to you. You have to look up at him a Little after Jax uses both hands to grab your hips and pull you closer to him. The position makes you have to spread your legs to let him stand between them. It's an awfully intimate, and a tingle crawls up your back.

You're trying to look anywhere but at him, because any resolve you might have had will just fall away. His charm is almost inescapable, that's how you got here in the first place. Allowing him the idea, he could even start something like this. It also tickles something deep within you, knowing he has any kind of affinity for you.

You start to fiddle with the end of your shirt, everything about this was new to you especially with him. Jax has a reputation, he's not exactly the kind of guy you have a commitment with. These thoughts start to cloud the desire that begun to grow.

His hands are cupping your hips, thumbs rubbing over the cloth covered skin. It was all too much your emotions, his touch, your thoughts. you felt frazzled with him so close, there was a buzzing going on in your head.

You had to push through the muddy feeling and put one of your palms on jax’s chest. That stopped him instantly, he went completely still. You scanmed his face before you spoke.

“Wait.” your voice was quieter, and it stilled you both. “What are we doing? Is this just a we fuck and move on or like...” you paused trying to gather your thoughts, “What’s your game plan here?”

This is the first time you'd seen a blush on Jax’s face, like this was the last thing he expected from you.

“You really like me or what, doll?” His façade was back just like that, a teasing tone edging its way into his voice again.

“You’re deflecting,” you poked him in the chest, a pout forming on your lips. You're not usually like this with people, but Jax brings it out of you. There's a certain glint in his eyes, you can tell that he's weighing something.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled under his breath, looking away for a moment. When his eyes meet yours again, he presses a long, soft kiss to your lips. His cheeks turning a darker red, “Is that answer enough?” He almost grunts. You can't help the giggle that escapes you, then you become all the more aware of his hand still on your hips. His fingers go back to rubbing the sensitive skin, squeezing harshly to elicit that same whine from you.

“hey, you're being mean.” you pouted again, as he held on tight to you, almost like he's afraid you'd disappear if he let you go.

“You like that I'm mean.” Jax is completely in your space now, a breath away. A knowing smirk displayed on his lips as he looks down at you.

You can't help but look away when he says it, because you both know he's right.

“I'm willing to bet you like all kinds of mean things.” he's says, moving to nudge against your neck. You tilt your head to the side to allow him more room, which makes him chuckle into your skin.

He bites down hard on your skin, causing a whimper to escape your lips. Instinctually you go to close your legs, trying to relieve some of pressure that's beginning to grow. Which gets you nowhere because of Jax’s body in your way.

“Ah-ah, If you want something you have to ask for it.” He chides, in a mocking tone. Retreating from your neck to look down at you, one of his hands coming to hold your chin making sure you're looking at him. The familiar blushing feeling crawls up your neck again.

You can't help but squirm under his gaze, your mouth suddenly dry. One of his eyebrows shoots up, silently asking you again. His other hand moves up, sneaking under the cotton of your work shirt. Fingers moving slowly over your soft flesh, soothing over it to hold the small of your back.

“Well, what's it gonna be, princess?” his hand pushes you inpossibly closer to him, it made you dizzy. You could now feel the imprint of his cock straining through his work pants.

“I want you.” You mumbled, trying not to look at him despite his grip on your chin.

“What’s that, I don't think I heard you correctly.” Jax teased, having to make everything more difficult for you. You could really feel your clothes now, feeling suffocated by them.

You huffed, and rolled your eyes looking back at him, “i said. I want you.” You spoke just a bit louder, and struggled to maintain eye contact. He dropped your chin, his hands interlocked behind your back, keeping you as close as he can.

“That’s more like it.” He stated before enveloping your lips with his own. His lips moves quickly against yours. It was only a second before he was sucking your lip into his mouth, biting gently down on the flesh. Thus pulling another whine from you when he did. One of your hands now gripping his shirt, keeping him close.

His tongue pokes into your mouth, silently requesting entrance, you let him in. Your tongues fighting for dominance, makes him groan low in his chest. You both seperate with a harsh breath, trying to being as much air into lungs as possible. He reated his forehead against yours, there's a semblance of vulnerability that he ignores. Refusing to ruin this moment with those stupid anxieties.

“Can’t fuck you here, need to enjoy you.” Jax mumbles, his breath mixing with you.

“Yours or mine?” You ask quickly, your brain dizzy with desire. You can't help but kiss down his cheek and neck, sucking into the sensitive skin. His hand comes to squeeze your hip as a warning.

“You keep that up and I won't last. Let’s go to your place, gimme your keys, I'll get my car later.” He instructs, pulling away a little from you, trying keep some sense of control. The lack of his body heat made you want to pout, but the anticipation of what's to come kept you going.

You made quick moves of rummaging through your purse and pulling out your keychain. Accented with cute keychains you've collected over the years. Something Jax was surprised he didn't notice sooner, cute. You hopped off the hood of your car, and settled into the passenger seat.

Jax locked his car and sat in the driver's seat, cursing about your seat and fixing it to his liking. This was a scene you could get used to, Jax leaned back against your carseat, one arm settled over the center console and centered on your thigh, the other lazily drapped over the steering wheel. A squeeze to your thigh brought you out of it, a sheepish smile gracing your lips now.

“I can't get to your place if I don't know where it is, you expect me to read your mind?" He all but laughs, looking over at you with a grin. You tell him the directions to your place, and you swear to God you've never seen someone drive so fast that wasn't in a car chase. His thumb drummed quickly and repeatedly against the steering wheel like he was willing time its self to speed up.

It felt like within moments you arrived to your apartment complex, Jax turned the car off almost as soon as he pulled ghe vehicle into the parking spot. Your feet moved for you, pushing you towards the apartment building. Anxiety building in your stomach as the two of you entered the lobby.

“Welcome back!” the lobbyist greeted you, and you smiled, waved, and began to speak when Jax pushed you towards the elevator. His body basically pressed up behind you, so you could feel his body heat through both of your uniforms.

“We do *not have time for that,” he grumbled under his breath to you. His hand firmly on your hip as he presses the button impatiently. Even going as far as pushing it a couple of times and repeatedly tapping his foot against the tiled floor.

“Relax.” you drawl out the word, turning around to face him. A cute, playful smile tugging at your lips as you leaned against him. Your chin lughtly digging into the meat of his chest.

His eyes flash down to you for just a second, when the elevator opens up. He scans the box area once realizing it's empty pushes you into it, You press your button on the panel before he begins to freak out more. The moment your hands back at your side, he's on you. Pushing you harshly against the elevator wall, hands going to your hair as his mouth collides with yours.

Every movement of his mouth against yours, made your body feel hot. Pulling whines and small moans from you as he groaned into your mouth. It was too much and not enough all at once.

“Jax.” you couldn't but whine, your senses full of him, your kind swimming with all things that could happen once you get to your apartment.

“I know, I know.” You were panting into each others mouths, trying to breathe and keep kissing at the same time. His hand grabbed and groped, kneading at your ass and roughly gropping your tits through your shirt.

When the elevator dinged letting you both know it was time for you to get to your apartment, he interlocked his hand with yours and pulled down the hallway. And then stopped realizing he didn't know which one belonged to you.

You couldn't help but giggle. He's so keen on leading you with no concept of where to go.

“Fiffeen.” You supplied, so he could continue leading you. He was speed walking to your door, getting your keys from his pocket and unlocking it.

Nerves start to bite at you after you enter your apartment, but before you can say anything he's pinning you to your door. The coats hanging on the back of it being purposed as a cushion, as his lips attacks yours once again.

“You don't know how long I've wanted this,” he mumurs as he continues his assault on your neck. Sucking marks into the sensitive skin there, you can't help but moan in response. *there's just something about being wanted, while they prove it.

“Jax, please,” you whine. You're not even sure what you're asking for, your desire starting to fog your mind completely. All you know is that you love how his touch feels on you.

He stops his attack on your neck to scope oit your apartment, picking you up and taking you to the bedroom. Pushing off whatever was laying on your bed, he set you down on it.

You both make quick moves to shed yourselves of your uniforms, leaving you both nude. He quickly moved to face your cunt, “Look at her, all cute and puffy. Like she's waiting for me.” It was like something else was taking over him.

“Jax!” You whined, throwing your head back into the pillows, covering your face with your arms.

Instead of responding he just licked a stripe up your cunt, moving to suck your clit into his mouth. Instantly any protests you had died on your tongue. He moved to put his arms under your thighs, giving him better access. He started to tongue fuck your hole, a feeling that was entirely new to you, had you squirming underneath him. He couldn't help but watch you as you do so. It was his new favorite thing to see.

He goes back to sucking on your clit, and pushes a finger into you cunt. Then adds another to open your hole and prepare you for him. It wasn't long until you were peaking, your body feeling like it was on fire, your back arching as you come undone for him.

“Look at you, so cute, cumming in my tongue like that,” He taunts, licking at the cum dripping out of you.

“Want you, please.” you whine, almost overstimulated but also wanting his cock.

“Beg.” He sits up on the end of the bed, his legs underneath him. A giant smile overtaking his smile, “Beg for me, if you want me so bad.” He wants you more than he can say, but he loves messing with you.

You sit up to face him better, placing your hands in front your to prop yourself up better.

“Please, Jax, want you so bad. Need you, please eanna feel your cock so bad, Please, I'll do anything.” This had his ears tweaking towards you, like they were trying to record your words for later.

“You know, doll, it's probably not best to promise anything.” His normal, cocky grin playing at his lips.

“On your stomach, Ass up.” He demands, your stomach fluttered with anticipation as you move to do what he says. As soon as your turned around he hand is colliding with the fat of your ass, a loud smack sound bouncing off the walls. A squeak escaping you from it. It only took you a moment to put your face in the pillows.

“So fucking pretty like this.” His hands gliding along your curves, taking in every inch of your body. Committing it to memory.

“Mmm.” You whine, pushing your ass further into the air, trying to intice him to be faster. Which only resulted in his hand coming down to strike your ass twice.

“Be patient.” His voice held a new edge, one that made your cunt drip onto the comforter. His hand then smoothing out the sting from it. Groping the flesh of your ass harshly which makes you whine again.

He finally takes his cock into his head, thumb spreading the precum that leaked out while he was eating you out. He strokes his member a few times before he used one hand to align with your center. His other arm coming around your hips, pulling you to him, as he thrusts all the way in.

His chin comes to rest on your shoulder as he allows you to get used to his size. His cock is as slender and long as he is, but with veins that hit all the right spots.

“You don't have go be gentle.” You whine out as he starts to pull out, just thrust back in.

He presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, “Cute little thing wants me to be rough with her? I'm going to ruin you.” he laughs a little cruelly in a way that makes you tighten around his cock.

“Fuck.” He groans, at the feeling. “So fucking tight.” when he pulled out again, he pulled you up against him, wrapping his arm around your waist. His fingers come to fill your mouth, making you choke around them like they were his cock.

His hips began to snap against yours, his arm holding you against him. His cock was touching places you didn't even know anything could reach. The tip hitting that spongy feeling in your cunt.

You can't help the spill of whines that fall from your lips, garbled around his fingers.

“Taking me so well, good fucking girl. Your pussy loves me, tryin to milk me dry.” He grunts out, as he continues to fuck into you. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, using your saliva to rub circles on your clit. Your cunt stutters at the feeling, fluttering around his cock.

Your mind is spinning from your impending orgasm. Can't help but mumble out a series of words, “Jax, feels so good, so so good. Can't get enough, feels so good, love it.”

“You drunk of my cock, princess?” He laughs out the question, mocking you, which only makes your cunt grip him like a vice.

With the mix of his thrusts, words and fingers on your clit, you're going over the edge. His stuttering thrusts prove he is too, “Come inside, please, please, want all of you.” you whined out, as his teeth make contact with your shoulder trying to keep some semblance of control.

“Yeah? Fuck, gonna fill you up, baby,” his non busy hand comes to hold your stomach, where he can feel his cock through your stomach. he takes one of yours and forces you to feel it too.

“Fuck, can you feel me in you?” The feeling makes you whine and grind back against him, which sends you both over the edge.

You can't help the whine the comes from you when he pulls his now soft cock, which makes him chuckle tiredly.

“Can't get enough of me, huh.” He jokes, falling down on the bed next to you from exhaustion.

“whether we like it or not,” jax pauses, spanning out his arms in the air, letting the gun spin recklessly around his finger. not breaking eye-contact with pomni as he shoots down the tin can behind him. the bullet hits the tin-can down without ever looking at the target. he continues speaking as he throws the gun to pomni.

“all we are now is a bunch of cartoon characters. so what's the point of pretending we're not?” he challenges, his voice ascending as he ponders their situation outloud. pomni jumps before she clumsily catches the simple handgun, both of her hands holding the chamber towards the ground, a look of disbelief and grief on her pale-while face.

her eyebrows tilt upwards in apprehension as she asks jax, “We're still people though, right?” concern lacing her tone, as she walks closer to him. he looks away as he thinks about what she said. his voice is calmer now, as he digs through his brain for the answer.

“I thought we were at first, but as time goes on, we just end up falling into our archetypes.” before looking down to her in contemplation. there was only a moment for seriousness, before the same smile he uses as a mask found its way back on his face. he walks in front of pomni, hands in his pockets as he finishes his thought process. “become part of the machine.” he smiles but it's clear he resents it a little bit.

annoyed with the rhetoric that he's spitting, pomni rests her face, voice growing bored. “what’s your archetype then? the villain?” she pauses, trying to press his buttons by mentioning all the pain he's caused to the other members of the circus. a small smile playing at her lips, thinking she's won.

jax immediately spins on his heel, facing pomni. an aggravated smile on his face. he scoffs at her attempt to bother him. only spurring him on to further explain the archetypes he's been speaking of.

his voice is more aggressive now, trying to prove his point. he jutts his thumb in his direction, “listen, i add a key dynamic,” he pauses standing at his full heigh before continuing. “I see how far I can push things,” jax punctuates hiis sentence by shoving pomni, making her stumble. her face contorting into annoyance. while she tries to collect herself, he keeps up with this shenanigans.

“I screw with people,” his voice picks up in pitch as he grabs the balls of pomni’s hat moving them back and forth, moving pomni with it. “and i break the fourth wall,” he smiles in an uncanny valley way, staring and pointing at an invisible camera before bending down to get face to face with pomni.

“you wanna know why?” he pauses for only a split second. before he finishes, “it's 'cause it's funny!” his eyes largen, his pupils looking much smaller in comparison. he raises back to his full height, arms splayed out. “i do everything 'cause it's funny! 'cause I'm the funny one!” he finally finishes his rant, his fists planted on his hips as he stares pomni down with an almost manic-like look on his face.

“the funny one?” pomni asks in disbelief, face contorting into surprise and confusion. frozen in place from utter incredulity.

jax turns flailing his arms in a walking like fashion. as he begins to explain the archetypes of all the other circus members. “ragatha’s the cheerful one.” he shows off a big smile before transitioning to the next one of their circus-mates.

“gangle's the sad one.” he curls foreward, ears drooping to display this fact about gangle.

he moves his arms wildly as he says, “kinger’s the crazy one.”

he swiftly moves to the left, letting a ear bend like one of zooble’s many detachable limbs, and flips pomni's off while he explains that, “zooble's the grumpy one.”

“and you,” jax pauses poking pomni im the middle of her small forehead, so close that it was almost one of her eyes. “are the one who hasn't figured that out yet.” as he pulls back, pomni's get bigger by three sizes.

“we all just became archetypes.” he concludes, waves his hand around to enhance his words. a simple smile on his lips as he points his thumb at himself once more. “i, at least, have the self-awareness to choose who i am.” he almost gloats to the small jester girl.

pomni looks utterly befuddled, eyelids almost closed, brows cinched, one hand holding her forehead. “the funny one.” she repeats to herself in confusion. looking up at the purple rabbit.

he grabs pomni by the shoulders, a full armth length away from him, he leans his head in closer, pulling her closer as he does so. “so who do you want to be? no better chance-” before he can finish his sentence pomni interrupts him.

“wait, what about (y/n)? what's her archetype.” jax lets go of pomni’s shoulders, face dropping for only a second.

“what are you going on about, kid? she doesn't even matter, she'll probably abstract in a week.” he says in an almost joking manner, but she didn't miss the way both of his ears stiffened when he heard the words he spoke.

“you wanna go nuts?” he pushes her towards the tin-can targets. “you’re really not going to say what hers is? is it because you can't figure it out?” pomni couldn't stop herself from persisting farther. jax's face drops, his voice going flat as well, “pomni, shoot the targets. i'm not losing this challenge because you're so curious.”

“like i said, she doesn't matter.” he finishes before trying to get pomni more accustomed to the guns.

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as pomni attempted to get closer to jax, you were on the other side of the circus, working alone. after pomni’s arrival, there was now an uneven amount of characters for adventures, but you didn't mind going alone. it made it easier to concentrate, the lack of another's voice allowed you to hear footsteps if they were to appear.

you gathered what you could, two pistols on each hip, and a machine gun strapped to your back. it felt heavier than you imagined. you tried to stay elevated, trying to gain an eye on anyone. you spotted ragatha, but you couldn't quite get yourself to shoot her. she's always been kind to you. maybe you weren't meant for something like this, not when you considered everyone your friend. you wondered what jax would say if he was with you. probably something about you being too emotional. you started to make a fortress, something dismissable but enough to keep any stray bullets from hitting you.

you found yourself waking up to whistling, not even realizing you fell asleep, you find you passed out cuddling your machine gun. must have made your base even comfier than you'd meant to. “oh, honey!” jax’s voice calls out as the whistling comes to an end. there's a sing-song tone in his voice, like one would have when coming home to a spouse. if not for the current circumstances, you'd probably feel endeared. his voice is still a little far away, along with pomni’s calling out your name. gives you enough time to be prepared. you quickly grasp a pistol in each of your hands. you slowly exit the fort, only to find jax’s gun aimed between your eyes. like he somehow knew you were going to crawl out on your hands and knees.

you flinched in preparation for the bullet to shred through you. only for it not to come, you slowly opened one eye, jax’s gun remained where it started. jax stared down at you like he wanted to kill you, but he very obviously couldn't. pomni stood to the side, feeling like a third wheel to a very uncomfortable relationship dynamic. pomni started to chuckle, those kind of laughs that sound like coughs from trying to repress them. jax's eyes flash to pomni in rage, gun still not leaving you.

“what could you possibly be laughing at right now?” his tone is incredulous. rage pointed at himself, directed at anyone else.

“i thought she was nothing, nobody. why can't you kill her?” pomni pondered outloud, a knowing smile on her face.

“maybe because you lov-” before she can finish her sentence, jax unloads the clip into pomni. shooting bullet after bullet, to ensure her sentence is cut short. he turns his attention back to you, hand shaking now that you're alone.

you slowly raise up onto your feet, and jax groans, letting his arms fall to his side.

his voice is quieter now, tenser as he speaks. “you did this to me, you've made me weak.”

“i should kill you right now for, for, everything you've made me feel.” words are spilling from lips at this point. the hand the gun resides in moving wildly as he blames you.

“but you can't?” you counter, not caring if that makes him shoot you. you've liked jax for a long time, you didn't want to keep beating around the bush, and letting jax keep up the walls you've been trying to take down.

“there’s nothing wrong with being weak, if, and don't shoot me for this, that means loving someone.” he glared at you as soon as you said it, but somewhere deep down he knew what you said is true.

“can you just shoot me? i’ll let you win.” he's grimacing, but you know this is him trying. the closest he's been in a long time to being open with another person. you've worked hard to get under his skin, and he's finally done kicking you out. you've worked hard for him to say something like this, letting you win is a big deal for jax. he takes winning very seriously, but he's willing to give it up for you. he's definitely not ready for the mocking he'll get for losing to you, and for everyone to know he's soft.

“i’ll take it.” you smile at him, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.