welcome to my circus 🎪 obsessed w/ a digital purple bunny 💜 24 🧚🏼♀️ 18+ ONLY! I am here to write smut, minors are not welcome. ✨Please read intro post before requesting✨ Requests: Open 💚
and what are we going to do when the HP series comes out and we start seeing a resurgence of the fandom here including gifsets and fics. like are u guys gonna bring up your neurodivergence and cry "can we separate the art from the artist!!!!! you dont need to pay to watch it!!!!!its my comfort show and I'm DEPRESSED and AUTISTIC"
Reminder that "separating the art from the artist" is a sentiment that only works when the artist is dead and no longer profiting off the work in question.
JKR is still very much alive and very much openly devoted to spending as much of her money on efforts that increase transphobia. You cannot separate this artist from this art, because she is heartily using funds from that art to fund hate groups.
Do not watch it. Do not pirate it. Do not talk about it. Have nothing to do with it whatsoever.
i love when people throw leftist word salad at eachother. someone called me bourgeoisie for not liking the death penalty. comrade you have to know that's not what that means.
tags: nsfw, blowjob in public, humiliation, Jax wears a maid outfit, dom!Jax, public setting but no one knows (probably..except Caine), throatfucking, established relationship
“you’ve got about three seconds to wipe that smirk off your face.” Jax said with irritation.
but you didn’t. “lookin’ good, Jax!!” the words purred off your tongue as your eyes dragged shamelessly down the line of his long legs in those fucking stockings.
he looked murderous. worse still when you cooed, sticking your tongue tongue out pretty enough for it to look suggestive.
a violent urge to tear apart the next neck breathing in his direction pulsed through Jax. frills, bows, the entire lacy dress clung to his frame looked like a punishment sent from god. if, of course, Caine's ai brains could be called that. yet the outfit wasn’t the worst of it. worse than the public humiliation, was the knowledge that you had voted for it too. you, with the smug little smile and the eyes that glittered when he turned red from fury. or wild embarrassment.
“think you’re clever, huh?” Jax snarled, seizing your wrist hard enough to make your joints scream. “we’ll see how funny it feels choking on this.”
not a full minute passed before he yanked you behind the bleachers, muttering death threats under his breath, calling you every name but sweet.
down in the digital grass, you were dropped, well, half shoved, onto your knees. still mouthing curses up at him, “you look ridiculous”, “this was Gangle’s best idea“ and finally ”can’t believe you’re hard in a f%$!#king maid costume.” but even that was said on a shiver, because the truth was too obvious and Jax pointed it out.
“yeah? and i can’t believe you’re wet for it.” he hissed, pulling his cock out from under the hem of that ridiculous maid outfit. it slapped hot against your face, already twitching with barely contained aggression. Jax grinned as his palm cupped your jaw, smearing pre-cum across your lips as you turned your face and tried to pretend you weren’t throbbing for it. “soo, gonna keep yappin’ or finally do what you’re made for?”
“%$!# you,” you spat, but opened anyway, jaw aching already from how he fed it to you, so smug about the way you whimpered when it hit the back of your throat.
Jax didn’t start rough. no, that would’ve been too easy. he rolled his hips in slow, deep drags, watching you take it, placing his hand on your head. “that’s it,” he groaned. “pretty little %$!#’’s mouth all stretched out. look at you. so stupid for me you forgot you were mad, huh?”
you shook your head and tried to glare, but it was breaking apart fast. in your defeat, your eyes glazed, drool sliding slick down your chin, pooling at your collar. looking so pathetic with his cock in your mouth as he fucked the fight out of you, especially your stupid mockery, all of it dissolved. your palms braced against his clothed thighs, shaking, whole body rocked forward with each thrust.
oh digital stars, he made you gag hard enough to erase the shame of standing in front of everyone wearing fucking lace.
“mmph— g-god, you’re such an asshole,” you gurgled around him, spit flicking as you pulled back for air. “%$!# hate you—“
“no you don’t.” Jax grinned, yanking you back down until your nose pressed into lace again. “i know you love this. love gagging on me like a little toy. awwh, what should i call you? my stupid little cheerleader? how’s that for funny?” he hissed, fucking your warm mouth harder. “was it hilarious when i shoved my %$!# down your throat?”
the stupid lace from his skirt brushed your cheeks as he shoved all the way in again, choking you so deep your ears rang. you didn’t resist. poor thing you were, just let him finish with a grunt and a groan, one hand forcing your head down, the other gripping your throat as he flooded your mouth with thick release. like always, Jax gave no warning. dumping it inside you or down your throat, he finished wherever he pleased, like the selfish prick he was.
you tried to swallow but failed, coughed around it, his cum dripping down your chin in messy strings.
“HEY!” kinger’s voice rang out, calling your name and you rolled your eyes, groaning. “you’re up next!”
Jax was still panting, but with an evil and mocking smile on his smug face. not even paying attention to his outfit anymore, skirt crooked, while you were dripping, desperate for more, for continuation, please please please, you needed him inside now, tongue lolling, blinking up at him, so dazed you couldn’t remember what sport you were supposed to be playing.
“better get out there, baby,” he murmured, smoothing your hair with one hand, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. “don’t trip on the way back.”
Sorry for the delay on writing guys; I’ve been working on two fics at once so that I can post them both relatively close to each other when I’m finished with stupid sauce!jax.
I have a poll question just for shits and giggles, though. You guys think Jax was a stoner in his life before the circus? I feel like he 10000% would’ve been a huge stoner / gamer. No doubts about it. I’ve been curious to see some other opinions
(The best of this post and its reblogs, but with links that work)
Here is a website where you can scroll down to all the different levels of the ocean
Here is a website where you can see the future of the universe
Here is a website where you can press a ‘make everything okay’ button, over and over, until things really are okay
Here is a website that you can read if you feel like a burden
Here is a website where you can look at strobe illusions (TW strobe/flashing)
Here is a website where you can cut stuff up (TW blood/sh)
Here and here are websites where you can play with sand
Here is a website where you can draw with macaroni and other fun foods
Here is a website where you can paint someone’s nails
Here is a website where you can grow a garden with emojis
Here is a website with hundreds of videos of people hugging you (rightfully dubbed ‘the nicest place on the internet’ because it really is, y’all, it made me cry)
Here is a website that will take you to other useless websites
Here is a website where you can make a tiny cat play bongo drums (and other instruments!)
Here is a website to help give you gentle reminders <3
Here is a website where you can grow a tiny farm
Here is a website where you can take a bunch of scientific personality tests
Finishing some ~smut~ right now, & I’ll be posting another sub!jax today💜
but I have so many ideas going at the moment so I need help to decide what to finish working on & post next:
First option introduces a new handsome male npc that keeps flirting w/reader and Jax gets possessive over you😩
Second option, Jax ends up with the stupid sauce instead of Raggy & admits his true wants and feelings about you. You fulfill his fantasies when he’s “sobered” up 🤭
This came out looking like a tie, but since one of the votes for jealous!jax was me on my other blog technically stupid sauce!jax is the winner and I’ll be writing/posting that concept next 💛
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I hope everyone has enjoyed my work so far; I know it’s lacking in areas but I am working to get better 🫶🏻 TADC has sparked an inspiration in me that I haven’t had in a long time. I’m Jax / smut focused currently obviously, but I’d really like to write something more in depth soon. I’ve been jotting down ideas for a few multi parters recently. Let me know if you guys are interested in anything like that; my requests are open✨
I’ve been kicking this idea around for a few days; sub!jax just hits different tbh. I feel like he’d only be able to embrace that side of himself w/ someone who makes him feel safe enough to do so and that just 😩😩😭😭😭 I tried to make this one a tad shorter. Enjoy💛
tags: fluff before and after smut, p in v, masturbation, slight mutual masturbation, praise, jax letting out his inner sub, established relationship
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“Fuck, you look good.” Jax purrs into your ear, wrapping his long arms around your waist.
“I look the same as I do everyday” you giggle, leaning back into him. You were in the middle of painting, but you never minded when Jax randomly came to compliment and/or touch you. Your adjustment to The Digital Circus was emotional and long, and you knew you’d never fully be accustomed to your new life and digital form, but the relationship you’d built with Jax made this life all the more tolerable.
You’d been together for a while now, at least a year (you could never really know for sure, considering you had no clue if time even moved the same in here, if at all) but it felt like you’d known him your whole life. He was the best part of this realm.
Jax places his chin on your shoulder, taking you out of your thoughts. “Ya know, everybody else is off on the adventure right now…” He starts, running his fingers along the hem of your skirt, making you shiver against him. “Wanna go hang out in my room?” He asks with that gravelly tone, making it clear he was hoping to do much more than simply hang out. You look back at him with a lustful smile; “Sure, baby.”
You’ve been pretty desperate yourself for some… private attention from your beaux. You all didn’t get as much time to indulge in each other as you’d like; the adventures took up a lot of time and energy, and the crew could be quite nosey at times. Sadly, all you two ordinarily had time for was a morning quickie, and that was simply too little to genuinely enjoy everything you both had to offer each other.
“What’re you thinkin’ about?” Jax asks as you approach his bedroom door. “Oh, nothing. Just happy to finally be getting some extended alone time.” You admit. He gives you a warm smile, leaning to unlock his door. “Hush with the sappy stuff and get in here” he teases, pulling you in by your waist. His lips find yours as soon as he locks the door behind you, your mouths moving together passionately. “God, I need you so bad, babygirl.” He moans into your mouth, the statement sending a rush of heat to your core. You take the opportunity to breathe and suggest something you’d been thinking about a lot recently.
“I want to try something a little… different.” You admit, fiddling with one of the golden buttons on his pink overalls. “Is that so?” Jax asks, ears perking up. You nod, his evident enthusiasm encouraging you to go for it.
You gently push him backwards, causing him to fall swiftly onto his mattress. He chuckles at your forward actions, eagerly waiting to see what you have planned for him. He would never admit it but you were already making him hard just by looking at him like that. He sits up, resting his back against the wall. You take this position as an invitation to straddle his lap, earning a small groan from your rabbitoid boyfriend. His hands immediately find your thighs, lightly squeezing before slowly sliding along your sides to rest on your hips. You can feel his bulge against your panty clad center, making you shudder. You place a finger under his chin, pulling his face up to meet your sultry gaze once again.
“I want you to touch yourself for me.” You state with surprising confidence. Jax’s eyes widen, an adorable expression of confusion taking over his features. “What?” He asks incredulously.
“You heard me, sweetheart. I want you to touch yourself for me. Then, if you’re good, I’ll reward you.” You explain. Jax’s face is unsure, but the sensation of his growing length against your clit is telling another story altogether. The corners of your mouth pull into a smile as you move to kiss him again, tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth immediately. Jax welcomes the intrusion, deepening the kiss further.
You break the kiss to move off of his lap, earning a low whine from him. You shake your head and sit on your knees next to him. “Don’t pout, baby. Be a good boy and do what I asked, please.” You demand sweetly, getting a bit impatient. The others would be back soon, and you didn’t want to miss your chance. Jax lets out a shaky breath, still a bit anxious but intent on pleasing you. He slips his overalls off, sliding them off the bed and laying back against the headboard. He’s rock hard, and you swear you start salivating at the sight of him so turned on and ready to obey. He looks at you for approval before spitting on the palm of his hand and gripping the base of his hard on. Embarrassed as he is, he slowly begins gliding his hand up and down his throbbing shaft.
“So good baby, keep going” you encourage him. He does as you say, allowing his pace to quicken just slightly. His embarrassment fades when he notices your own fingers massaging your clothed pussy. He lets out a deep moan at the sight of you pleasuring yourself in unison with him, and you feel the tension inside of you start to build. Watching him vigorously fucking his hand like this for you was almost too much. “I need you, y/n, please” he begs, hand still moving wildly for you. You reach out, stopping his movements. He looks at you, breathlessly.
“You’re such a good boy. My good bunny, c’mere.” You coo, pulling him on top of you. He eagerly obliges, peppering open mouthed kisses along your neck and chest. “You drive me crazy…” he mumbles into your skin, simultaneously aligning his length with your soaking slit.
“You’re the only one who can make me feel like this.” He breathes, filling you completely in one swift thrust. “Yes, Jax!” You moan, greedy for more of him. “You belong in this pussy only, baby.”
His mind goes numb at the pleasure you send through him, only able to focus on fucking you into the mattress as he chases his release. “Nnhh y-yess you make me feel s-so good” he stutters, the room full of your collective moans and lewd, wet slapping sounds. “Ohh don’t stop, Jax!” You plead, pussy clamping down around him. Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks.
You scream his name, body convulsing uncontrollably beneath him as he continues to slam into your sensitive hole. His hips stutter against yours as his own climax floods his senses. A string of moans and curses tumble from his lips, pumping the last of his cum into your swollen pussy.
He collapses on top of you, exhausted. Both of you attempt to catch your breath and you find yourself wishing this could last forever. His cock deep inside of you, body flush against yours while you come down from your highs. After a little while, he rolls off of you and you shiver at the sudden emptiness.
“That was.. incredible.” Jax breathes, looking at you adoringly. “Mmm, yes it was.” You giggle, nuzzling your face into his chest. “I love you, y/n.” He says sleepily. You smile to yourself as you melt against him. “I love you too, Jax.”
Sorry for the fic delay guys, ended up having to drive home sooner than expected yesterday from my hometown. Been a bit crazy but I’m going to finish & post sometime late tomorrow for sure 💛
Finishing some ~smut~ right now, & I’ll be posting another sub!jax today💜
but I have so many ideas going at the moment so I need help to decide what to finish working on & post next:
First option introduces a new handsome male npc that keeps flirting w/reader and Jax gets possessive over you😩
Second option, Jax ends up with the stupid sauce instead of Raggy & admits his true wants and feelings about you. You fulfill his fantasies when he’s “sobered” up 🤭
“Today’s activity will be something in house, since I know you’ve all been working tirelessly these past few adventures.”
The colorful characters that occupy the circus stood around as Caine explained the plan for the day, everyone eager (and a bit anxious) to know how an in house adventure would pan out. Especially since the last one they did ended up with a sort of… well, Kaufmosis.
“I recognize that the all ages filter can be, well, difficult for you all. So! I decided that today’s adventure will be: Vice day!
I’ll be turning the filter off for the next 12 hours, as well as any surveillance that does not include the void. Head to the atrium to retrieve your goodies and have fun, my superstars!”
“Fuck yeah!” Yells Jax immediately after Caine disappears.
You giggle at his profane outburst. He settles his gaze on you and smiles, gliding over to you.
“Wanna go get high?” He asks, smirking at you in a way that makes your stomach flutter.
“Duh” you say, playfully rolling your eyes and heading towards the table full of various paraphernalia.
Gangle, Kinger, and Ragatha sat around with their glasses of wine, talking about yesterday’s adventures; Zooble smoking a cigarette and laughing at Gangle’s already tipsy state.
You and Jax grab two blunts, a giant winding glass bong, and some lighters before heading back to his room.
Your body tingles in anticipation, you haven’t been this excited in a long, long time. Jax’s excitement was radiating off of him, his hands frantically shoving what he was holding into your arms so that he could unlock his door. He swings the door open, immediately flopping down onto his bed. He pats the spot next to him;
“C’mon!” He practically squeals. You smile, placing the contents in your arms on his bedside table before sitting down next to him. You pick up a blunt and lighter from the table, putting it to your lips.
You can feel Jax’s gaze boring into you, you assume because he’s desperate for a drag. You light the blunt and inhale quickly, handing it to him. He takes it from you, hesitating before taking a hit.
“Wanna try something?” He asks, his voice lower than usual. He gazes into your eyes with a look you don’t recognize, but the sensation it creates between your legs is enough to have you nodding eagerly. He chuckles, your willingness endlessly enticing to him. He places the blunt between his lips, taking a long drawl before gently parting your lips with a gloved finger and pulling you into him by the nape of your neck. He ghosts his lips over yours, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke into your mouth. You inhale greedily, your body shaking slightly from the pleasure invading your body.
Your head is fuzzy from the weed and Jax’s hungry gaze. Leaning back side by side against his headboard; you both take a few more drags, letting the silence and smoke fill his bedroom.
Jax puts the blunt out, meeting your eyes as he turns his face to you. You try to control your breathing, seeing as you two were merely inches away from each other now. His eyes flick down to your lips before meeting your eyes once again.
The grin that spreads across his lips is borderline sinister as he looks at you.
“You’ve got such a pretty little mouth.” He mutters, running a gloved thumb across your bottom lip. You whimper at the comment, eyes glazed over. His dick twitches at the needy sound, and that is all the confirmation he needs to attack your lips with his own.
He pushes his tongue past your lips, moaning into your mouth as you melt into him. His hands roam your body; squeezing your hips, grazing your sides with his finger tips, running his thumbs over your nipples. You shudder and gasp under his teasing touch and he chuckles darkly at you.
“Look at you, already falling apart for me and I’ve barely touched you.” He mocks, suddenly biting down on the soft flesh of your neck. You yelp at the painful nip, pain immediately being replaced with pleasure as he runs his tongue along the same spot. He takes hold of your hips, yanking you into a supine position before climbing on top of you.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” He growls, pressing his lips against the shell of your ear. He trails warm, wet kisses down your neck, biting every so often before soothing them over again with his tongue.
“You walk around here, teasing me with those lips and that little giggle of yours.” He breathes, loving the way you squirm beneath him. He grinds his bulge against you, moaning in unison with you at the pressure.
“You gonna let me use your throat like a good little slut?” He purrs in your ear, sliding off his overalls before beginning to undress you. You nod fervently, unable to form words as your high mixes with the heat spreading between your thighs.
“Fuck…” he breathes at the sight of your naked figure beneath him. His dick throbbed in his hand as he thought of all the ways he wanted to ruin you. He stroked himself above you before placing his knees on both sides of your head, aligning his tip with your glossy lips. A deep, almost primal groan escapes his throat as he throws his head back, the feeling of your warm mouth engulfing his throbbing length was overwhelming.
“Ugh, yes. Suck Daddy’s dick like a good girl.” He moans, leaning forward & thrusting his cock relentlessly into your throat as he falls apart on top of you. Your muffled moans and gagging would’ve been enough to send him toppling over the edge faster than he would like to admit. He removes himself from your mouth, letting his cock flop onto your chest as he collects himself.
He admires the mess he’s made of you, the way your chest heaves underneath his dick; your swollen lips and bloodshot eyes. You start to squirm a bit underneath him, letting your fingers play with your clit as you drink in the sight of his perfect length; pulsing and begging to be touched. Jax quickly notices, and yanks your hand away from your center of need.
“Tsk tsk tsk. Bad girl. Did I say you could touch yourself?” He asks darkly, eyes full of lust as he looks down on you.
“N-no.. I’m sorry…” you whimper, avoiding his heavy gaze. He grabs your chin, pulling your face up to meet his eyes.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby. I asked you a question.” He demands, getting impatient.
“No, I’m s-sorry, Daddy.” You answer, keeping your eyes on his. He smirks, satisfied. He places a surprisingly soft kiss on your lips.
“That’s okay, doll. If you need it that bad, just let Daddy give it to you.” He says pushing your left leg up until your ankle is practically next to your ear, repeating the motion with your right leg. He moans at the sight of your dripping cunt, just begging to be destroyed. He wasn’t planning on letting your little act of disobedience go unpunished, but he couldn’t wait any longer to be embraced by your plush walls. He thrusts into you without warning.
“Jax!” You all but scream as he drives into you.
You’re a writhing mess as he uses your pussy, moaning and cursing as your walls convulse around him.
“That’s right princess, scream my name.” He groans, thrusting viciously into you. You do as he says, his dick delving deeper inside of you with every thrust. He pulls out of you unexpectedly, causing you to whine loudly in protest.
“Oh relax, I’m not done with you yet.” Jax scoffs at you. He aggressively flips you over onto your stomach, immediately sinking back into your pulsating pussy with a low moan. He pulls your hips up to meet his cock, thrusting into you hard.
“nghgh yes, daddy! please don’t stop fucking me” you beg, brain turning to mush as he fucks you dumb. He obeys your wishes, driving himself into you at a ridiculously quick pace.
“Mm fuck princess, you feel so good.. so tight and wet, just for me” he mumbles, moaning breathlessly.
“I’m gonna, fuck-I’m gonna cum, baby” you moan, pussy fluttering around him.
“That’s right, cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over daddy’s cock.” He groans, his orgasm approaching him fast; his hips quivering as your walls continue to cease around his dick.
“Ugh, ‘m gonna cum baby” he moans, his thrusts getting sloppier as he reaches his climax. The feeling of his cock still pounding into your tingling heat trigger a second, body shaking orgasm that effectively brings Jax to his release. His hips stall, the tip of his dick flush against your cervix as he spills his seed deep inside of you. He lets out a string of curses as your still convulsing walls milk him dry.
You both collapse onto the bed, thoroughly exhausted. He rolls off of you, cum spilling out of your sensitive hole as he exits you. He’s barely caught his breath, but he can feel himself already getting hard again just looking at you all used up and dripping with a mixture of both your juices.
warning(s): kissing, grinding, drooling(?), use of the word dick/cock, no penetration, no genitals used or mentioned towards the reader, overall just heavy petting themes, submissive-like Jax, dominant-ish reader
note(s): This is a sort of continuation to my SFW post of touch-starved Jax. So many people, I'm talking so many have asked for an NSFW version and I decided to go far out of my comfort zone to actually write something instead of using the bullet points. (Though there are bullet points for setting up, below the keep reading heads straight into the writing.)
A/N: I let Jax have dick privileges (initially I wasn't going to), even though you don't see it. I'm not really confident in my NSFW writing abilities, I've barely held another human's hand let alone bumped clothed uglies with one.
Beta read by my mother, yes, you read that correctly.
It doesn’t take long for those little moments of laying in bed together just kissing away at whatever your lips can reach to turn a little more…heated
It was you who brought it up first, asking if he was aware of what more was—he immediately said yes, namely because you were straddling his thigh and your own knee kept nudging against his crotch
Jax for once is a nervous, stuttery mess. If kissing already makes his brain go fuzzy, what the fuck is more going to do??
He oh so graciously lets you lead (let’s face it he’s too nervous, there’s a high chance he’s never done anything like this before)
you start with kisses on his hands and work your way up an arm to his shoulder. it’s nothing fancy, just the standard kisses the two of you have shared before
except now you’re straddling his hips and he’s lying propped up against the pillows in bed
Jax doesn’t know where to look, your position above him has him wanting to look up at you, at your face to try and get some grasp on whatever evil plan is cookin’ up there. But the other half has him wanting to look down at his crotch, sure both of you are completely covered but you’re just sitting, well hovering over his dick.
He knows he said he’d let you take the lead but you are moving slower than he thought. Working kisses over his hands, wrists, all the way up to his shoulders. You even fiddle with the straps of his overalls before brushing them off his shoulders. He’s almost tempted to slip them entirely off his arms as a means of teasing you back but doesn’t get a chance to act on it.
Your lips travel from his shoulder down over the smooth expanse of his upper chest, over his collarbones until you reach his other shoulder. He shudders beneath you and it takes everything in you not to giggle, he’s so sensitive that it’s cute.
A gentle unexpected nip to his neck makes him choke on air, large gloved hands quickly latching onto your hips for leverage.
Perhaps his touch-starved nature ran deeper than you initially thought if he was starting to get this breathy over a few nips and kisses to places you hadn’t focused on before.
Oh, how beautiful he’ll be completely coming undone under you.
“You know the deal.” He swallows hard at the warm breath against his neck, trying to pay attention. “I do anything you don’t like you stop me, and I mean it Jaxy.”
Jax nods, he’s getting a little fidgety just sitting still but it’s not like his usual fidgeting. Irritation is replaced with an embarrassing need, a need for you to hurry the fuck up.
“Nuh uh, verbally sweetie.”
He exhales with a groan, hands tightening on your hips before slipping one of them onto your thigh. “Alright, fine. I’ll say something if I want you to—!!” He’s not even given a chance to finish the sentence before you bite down on his neck.
It’s harder than the nip from before but not painful enough that has him pushing you away. Jax trusts you enough to know that you won’t intentionally harm him. Though he’s pretty sure he’s more worried about the fact that his fucking dick just twitched at being bitten.
If he wasn’t embarrassed before he is now.
Kisses are placed over the bite mark and holy shit you left a mark! You aren’t sure why that’s hotter than it should be, you weren’t actually expecting the bite marks to stick like that? This world is too confusing at times.
Apparently, you’re taking too long, because Jax’s hands squeeze at the flesh under them and he pulls you down, finally sitting you down on his lap. He has the decency to not yank you directly onto his crotch but just a few inches away and wow, that’s…warm.
This whole situation is embarrassing enough he really doesn’t want to embarrass himself more by finishing that quickly.
Somehow, lasting long doesn’t feel like it’ll be an option though because your hands slip up his arms, one hand coming to rest on his neck and the other coming up to an ear. You tug his ear as if it were hair, forcing his head to jerk backward and further reveal the untouched portions of his neck.
A breathy moan jumps out of his throat before he has the chance to try and compose himself. Fuck he almost came, that’s fucking embarrassing.
There’s barely enough time to process the pleasant sting from his ear being yanked before you attack his neck with bites and kisses. To throw even more on him your hips shift forwards against his and fucking hell that is indeed a very warm crotch against his own. Fuck.
Well, there goes all attempts at lasting as long as he can because he’s not positive that he came but the crotch of his overalls is definitely wetter than he thinks it should be.
Tears pool in his eyes, not out of pain but pleasure, he honestly didn’t think you could cry over pleasure. Just something for extra flavour in movies where some poor sap starts crying during sex or whatever. He’s quickly learning that may not be the case.
The hand on his neck vanishes but doesn’t go far, fingers ghosting down his arm until it reaches the hand on your thigh. Bucking your hips you push his hand further up, pressing down onto his hand to let him know he’s allowed to move back against you.
You might be in charge but you weren’t limiting him from being able to seek out his own pleasure and chase after it.
Finishing though? That was your job.
The bites die down but the kisses don’t stop, every inch you can reach of bare skin is fair game. Chest, neck, jaw, lips—err teeth? Jax is too busy being a breathy moaning mess to really process the regular kisses but he returns them when he can. His main focus is on the way you grind down on his cock, it’s not just front and back rubbing. You’re twisting your hips and pulling back now and then, causing his own hips to buck up in an attempt to get that sweet friction back.
“Oooohh fuuuck..” His hand slips back to your thigh, tugging your hips down in time with his own grinding. The other hand goes to your lower back, fingers digging tightly into the fabric and nearly ripping it right off you.
Truthfully, you aren’t even doing much work. Yes, you are grinding on him, changing up the motion and pace, but the majority of the friction is entirely on him.
You have to take a break from kissing him to simply just stare down at him, his ears are pressed flat and there are unshed tears still lingering in his eyes. His usual lilac skin is flushed pink and there’s…a trail of saliva starting to leave the corner of his mouth.
He looks completely ruined and it’s only been a few minutes. Though you can’t blame him for that, when the two of you first started simple kisses in bed it already seemed like he’d just pop a boner then and there. Maybe he did, who knows?
What you do know is that you aren’t going to judge him, regardless of how he behaves or how quickly he finishes.
“That’s it, such a good boy.” Your words are soft, boarding on teasing but overall genuine in praise. He’s an utter mess but he’s doing so well, pulling you against him and working after his own high.
When the kisses stop he struggles to gain a moment of clarity to look up at you and watch you watching him. Your face is so tender and warm, under normal circumstances he’d comment on how dumb you look. No, that’s wrong he doesn’t think you look dumb, it’s just a completely foreign expression he’s not used to seeing directed at him. He’s seen that took on the face of others directed at their loved one, but never at himself.
His hips stop and his hands slip up your back to pull you in closer. It’s not fair that he’s the one getting all this attention after all—even though he doesn’t know that was your intention.
You are only a little surprised when he stops moving and you let him pull you down against his chest. He peppers a few kisses to your face, brushing your hair out of the way before his mouth trails over your jaw and down to your neck.
Jax is loosely trying to copy what you had done to him, though his head was full of cotton at the time so he’s having to make it up as he goes along. But whatever he’s doing gets the job done because you’re letting out quiet little whimpers.
“Jax, you don’t have to do that… this was supposed to be about you.” It’s mumbled through gritted teeth, the little attack was so sudden that you didn’t have the time to choke back those embarrassing little whimpers.
A grin makes its way to his face, one of your hands coming up to wipe away the drool before pinching his cheek. “You wipe that smirk off right now.”
“Nah, I don’t think I will.” He snorts, one of his hands gently stroking at your lower back, fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt. “Bet you thought I was just gonna lay back and let you do all the work without even giving you anything in return?”
Jax let you lead, he never said anything about not including you in this.
It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes, just when he was being cute he had to go and try to take back the control. Whether it was because he needed to be in control to feel comfortable or just because he wanted to get back at you for easily turning him into an embarrassing little mess, though you knew it was likely a little of both. You did sort of take the reigns from him.
His hand slipped under your shirt but never left your back as you sat back up in his lap. Your hand took his free hand and slipped it over your thigh to your ass and of course, he had to give it a good squeeze. This time you roll your eyes, a small smile tugging on your lips. “Then how about we do this together? I’m sure,” you push your hips downwards on his neglected cock, “this little guy is feeling pretty neglected.”
Jax choked out a “rude” at the comment, caught off guard at the action but quickly bounced back. “I’ll have you know it’s perfectly proportionate to my height.”
“Another time.” Your hand returns to his ear but instead of just the one, you tug them both forcing his head back. Jax lets out a loud moan, whimpering and shuddering under you before your hips start moving against his.
The trail of drool returns in no time as the two of you move against one another, your fingers stay tangled in his ears and he makes no attempts at moving, only using one hand to pull you down into a messy wet kiss. It’s not often but his teeth separate enough for his tongue to slip out, the two of you learned early on how to work around his teeth and the rare occasions that included his tongue.
Both of you move like a well-oiled machine against one another, when open mouth kisses become too much, at risk of him biting his or your tongue the two of you move to kiss one another elsewhere. He kisses your neck while you’re kissing his shoulder.
The wet spot at his crotch only grows, an occasional glance downwards shows him it’s not just his own mess now but yours as well and fuck, if that isn’t hot as hell. At least he’s feeling less alone and a tad less embarrassed now that he knows this sticky mess isn’t entirely his fault.
Moans and ramblings of breathy pleas for more fill the room, the kisses quickly get abandoned the closer the two of you get.
The hand at his ears leaves, and both of your arms move to wrap around his neck before burying your face into the space between your arm and his neck. Both of you know neither of you will last much longer, all you want to do is hold tightly onto him, and he takes the lead.
Large hands wrap around your hips, and with little effort, he’s working your hips against his own. The bite of your nails on his shoulders lets him know you are close, and even when you let out a loud cry beside his head indicating you came he doesn’t stop.
It’s sensitive and borders on discomfort but you don’t stop him, he still hasn’t finished. Unraveling your arms from his neck you reach up and take hold of his face, your thumb slips into the side of his mouth against his teeth and applies just a gentle pressure to get him to open his mouth.
His tongue rolls out and you jump at that chance to kiss him. These kisses are his favourite and he’s ashamed to admit that the kisses are more than enough to push him over the edge.
Jax cries out a slew of cuss words that get censored, even the moment of ecstasy can’t be ruined by those obnoxious censorship sounds. His hips jerk a few more times before stilling, all though his hands stay glued to you the rest of him relaxes and slumps into the pillows.
His mind is too far gone to even process that he really just came to a bunch of kissing and grinding. For fuck sake his dick is still covered too. Ah shit, that’ll be an interesting mess to clean up.
You slump forward against him and simply lie there, soaking up the afterglow. Or tried to that is because, of course, Jax had to open his mouth.
“Gross.” He groans and finally removes a hand from your hip to rub his face.
Gross because of the mess in his pants, gross because he’s embarrassed that he didn’t last long—because he knows for a fact now that he came twice. He fucking came from you tugging on his ear and now that memory will forever haunt him and have him more aware the next time you go to scratch his head and ears.
Overall he’s not actually unhappy and you can tell, despite the annoyance plastered on his face you can tell he actually enjoyed it. If anything he’s probably trying to balance out his emotions and process everything that happened.
The annoyance pools into one of his iconic grins and you can’t help but feel a tinge of fear in that grin. There’s something in that grin that tells you that this isn’t over.
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