#jaxgf

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.

It's gone on like that for what has to be months, you lose time in the circus. He's been sneaking around the place with the digital equivalent of a whifflebat coming around and hitting you across the room, just for fun. Previously, you'd hide in different parts of the circus and he'd find you. Like some fucked up version of the hide-and-seek and tag combo.

Now you're hiding in your room, sitting against the far wall with your back against the wall to try and watch the door. Not that you thought you could escape him, everyone knows he has keys to everyone's room, you just hoped he woild have the decency to leave you alone in your own space.

The time was escaping you as you watched the door. Even though you don't need sleep, you swear you could feel your eyes drooping closed. Your head leaned back against the wall, you could feel yourself slipping away.

Somewhere in the circus, Jax is hunting his housemates with a plastic bat that can't hurt but can hurl them. But he becomes bored when he realizes he can't find you, he searches the entire circus geounds except for your room. So he has to assume that's where you are hiding from him and his antics.

You're slumped against the wall, soft snores and deep breaths falling from your lips when Jax unlocks the door. You don't even wake at the click of the lock. When he enters the room he's prepared to chase you from it, but is almost in awh at the sight of you.

You look cute completely asleep but he's sure it isn't comfortable. And in his weird way of loving you, he moves your body to a fully horizontal position and covers you with the blankets.

Jax stills for a moment after he essentially tucks you in, the moment is sweet. Almost too much for him, like a toothache you can't quite get rid of. He makes sure you're fully asleep, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t ever leave me.” The purple rabbit whispers under his breath, almost like a command. Like if he said it while you're asleep it would seep into your brain. He stays like that for a moment, just staring at you while you slept. It would be weird but he just can't help but be astounded at how peaceful you look. You never look like that around him, and yeah maybe that's his fault but he wished it could be different.

You start to stir awake, like even deep in your sleep you could feel his gaze. Your eyes squeezed open, trying to get used to the bright lights and saturation, and he froze. Jax has never been one to freeze but he wouldn't be able to leave without you noticing.

After rubbing your eyes you see him, so he just sat on the edge of your bed. There's no point in trying to lie his way out of this one, and maybe you could be the one person he was actually honest with.

“What are you doing in here?” You questioned eith a yawn, trying to wake yourself up more.

“You were hiding from me.” The way he spoke made it sound more like a question than a statement.

“You were launching me with a bat.” At this he laughs, remembering the exact reason. Like he'd been so in his head, he thought he did something that would cause you to never want to see him again. Even though he's a huge asshole, you would actually miss him if he was gone.

“Oh yeah, i forgot.” He chuckled, taking you in again.  There was something you couldn't quite name glinting in his eye when he looked at you. It made you feel unnerved, scrutinized, analyzed.

“You’re being weird.” You sat up and lightly pushed on his shoulder. Trying to lighten the tension a little bit, a tension you didn't even cause or know anything about..

“You’re always weird.” He countered, looking down at the floor now. It was now your turn to take him in, you'd be a liar if you said you didn't have a bit of a crush on him. His sarcastic humor always striking a chord in you, and he's good at flustering you which makes your stomach flutter. He had a weird charm that had swept you off your feet despite his consistent bullying.

The silence started to bite at you, always being the type to be uncomfortable with long pauses. It made you loopy for a lack of a better word, you tend to just blurt things out when it's quiet for too long. A nervous habit you never seemed to be anle to get rid of.

“I have a crush on you.” it's like word vomit that just attacks you and makes it feel like there's acid in you veins. It's always at the worst times, and every single time you curse yourself for it. What were you thinking?

Jax’s basically whips around at your words, which makes you immediately nervous. It's a few seconds but a grin starts to overtake his face.

“No shit.” You think it's a good thing at first, but then he laughs coldly. Like this was the worst thing that could have happened to him, the smile that had been on face was gone. Just a thin long line as he faces the door again, shaking his head and looking at his hands.

Any good energy that was previously in the room has been sucked from the room. The air was still and you felt too close and not close enough to Jax. You felt like if you moved he might turn and strike at you. Fear didn't even begin to explain it.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was small, like it came from the smallest being in the world. You wished you were that, something small that could hide away. You wanted to crawl into yourself, as your heart fell to the deepest pits of yourself. Your throat felt like it was closing up and your eyes started to well.

You weren't sure what you thought would happen after you blurted those stupid words out, but not this. It was like that sentence ruined anything that could've happened between the two of you.

Jax was beside himself, and then you uttered those two little words. The quietest thing he'd ever heard, and tou sounded so hurt, so meek, like something he never wanted to hear again.

“No, I, uh. Fuck.” He cursed, not seeming to be able to find the words, he looked down again trying to collect himself. You used this time to try and quickly swipe away any tears that had the chance to well up. You tried to sniffle quietly but it sounded like a gun shot next to Jax’s sensitive ears.

“Don’t apologize.” He all but barks, utterly frustrated with himself. He did everything he could to try and avoid this, and somehow he still led you to him. This has to be some kind of twisted way of fate playing a trick on him.

“I like you too, i guess,” He grumbles, not emotionally equipped enough to deal with something like this. “This is stupid. I did everything to keep you at bay, to get you to hate me, because if i lose you. Aaugh!” He starts ranting and raving about how he's just gonna hurt you or get hurt. He's throwing furniture, he's cussing. He hates this entire situation. It's not fair to either of you.

He's heaving as he grips your footboard, his breaths are loud, the only sound in the room aside from your own.

“I don't deserve you.” He finished, and your heart might as well have broke in your chest, little shattered pieces falling. You crawl to the end of your bed, coming face to face with him. Your hands coming to hold over his own.

“Jax, we're stuck here forever,” you begin, your voice is soft. “Don’t we all deserve the pleasure of getting to love one another. It'll be hard, but we can do it if we care enough.” You offer a soft smile, hoping it'll be encouraging.

“Why should we? Have you seen Kinger, he went insane after his wife abstracted. I can not love you, open up to you, just to lose you in the end. Don't you understand, I need you to hate me!” Jax rips his hands away from after you finish, going on his own counter argument. Eventually coming around the side of the bed and geabbing you harshly by your arms shaking you as he finishes.

A raking sob crashed over him, he's losing it. His body crumbled under him, His knees hitting the harsh flooring of your room. His head manages to make it's way in your lap, as he does so. He feels so stupid, crying like some crybaby.

You climb into the floor to be level with him, he tries to hide his sobbing face in the bed.

“Please, please don't give up, yet. Jax, give me a chance, i can make you happy and I know you'll make me. You don't have to be miserable, we're all scared.” You bargained with him, you won't let this be the thing that causes him to abstract.

“Do you think it's worth it? Even if we can lose it all.” He asks finally facing you, wiping his face on his arm. Like the cry was able to give him some sense of reasonability.

“There’s nothing more worth it to me. Plus we could have sex.” You opted for a half joke, knowing these serious kinds of conversations were really hard on him.

His head shot up at the mention of sex, “You were mean it?” that familiar grin founds its way back onto his face.

“Yeah, you perv. But you gotta do some of the cheesy stuff, first you know?” you lightly pushed his shoulder again, now that he was sat up and looking at you. The room felt lively again, and your chest felt less heavy, like things were right again.

“Ohhhhhhh.” Jax groaned his face falling back into the mattress but you didn't the small smile playing on his lips.