tags: 18+ MDNI, nsfw, explicit smut, rough sex, size kink, degradation kink, praise kink, begging, spanking, overstimulation, creampie, squirting, dom!jax, jax being jax, jax has FUR, the ✨Sex Update✨
wc: approx 1.8k
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the residential hallway of the digital circus is eerily quiet at night with the colorful chaos of the day finally put to rest. and while everyone else is tucked away in their rooms, you’ve got something a lot more interesting than sleep on your mind. just so happens that “something” is an infuriatingly attractive rabbit three doors down on the left.
you toss and turn, increasingly frustrated with the lack of friction—lack of fullness—between your legs. this was new, of course. before this morning, sex wasn’t something on the table in this digital hellscape. somehow, zooble’s outburst managed to convince caine that a sex update might just be the “grease” that’ll fix the “squeaky wheel” in your general unhappiness as a group. problem is—not only is sex now possible. it’s desirable. and that desire can physically manifest… just like in your old human body.
hell—it’s not your fault you woke up soaked with your hand between your legs.
and it’s not your fault that a certain purple, lanky asshole in your newly accessible wet dreams is the culprit.
but… it is most certainly your fault that you ended up here.
three doors down.
on the left.
at this unholy hour.
your heart hammers in your chest as you stand outside jax’s door, fist raised to knock. and you do, twice. light and quick. but then you hesitate, second-guessing every decision that brought you here at the speed of light.
what the hell am i doing?
the thought screams in your head as you lower your hand and start to turn away, ready to slink back to your own room like a coward. a horny, horny coward.
but the door swings open before you can take a full step back.
jax stands in the doorway, ears lazily flattened against his head. his eyes are half-lidded, heavy with sleep, but there’s a spark of amusement in them that makes your stomach flip.
“you’re not really good at ding-dong-ditch, are ya?” he drawls, voice low and raspy, a lazy smirk tugging at his mouth.
jax leans one shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, which only draws your eyes to the tuft of soft fur there. you realize the straps of his overalls are dangling at his sides, and your face burns. you open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out.
he tilts his head, narrowing his eyes, reading you like an open book, “whaaaat? forget what you had to say, cutie?”
you finally manage a weak protest, cheeks flaming hotter.
“jax, i—”
“j-jax! i—!” he mocks, hushed but high-pitched, sounding nothing like you. he steps closer and leans in just a fraction, voice dropping low, dripping with faux sympathy.
“how adorable~ poor thing’s all worked up with nowhere to… work it out…” he hums, grabbing your chin and tilting your face back and forth. “i’m right, aren’t i?”
he chuckles to himself—stupid-ass smirk still plastered on his stupid-ass face.
“now—you gonna stand here all night blushing and fidgeting, or are you gonna come in before i change my mind?”
you hesitate, and that’s all he needs.
jax doesn’t give you time to think. he yanks you forward, causing you to stumble across the threshold into his room. he kicks the door shut behind you with a soft click, and before you can even take in your new surroundings, you’re being shoved back against the closed door, his tall frame shadowing yours instantly.
his mouth crashes into yours, hot and demanding. his chest presses against you as he devours the little gasps and moans you can’t help but let out. it’s messy and desperate, which is exactly what you needed.
and christ, you feel it almost immediately… his cock hardening against your thigh through the fabric of his pants. it’s thick, heavy, and growing by the second. a needy whine slips from your throat before you can even attempt to restrain yourself. jax pulls back just enough to smirk down at you, gaze dark with lust, pupils small and focused.
“what is it, huh?” he teases, voice low, with his forehead pressed to yours. “whatcha whining about? use your words, baby. i know you’ve got ‘em in there somewhere.”
“it’s… it’s so big, jax…” you gasp.
he lightly laughs, a little too breathless.
“one point for realism! thanks, caine.”
you barely register his words, practically pawing at his crotch, breathing heavy. you cut your eyes up to meet his gaze.
“please… i just… i need it in me… need you so bad, jax…”
then his smirk drops, and he growls—actually growls. the sound sends a shiver straight through you despite the molten lava at your core. in one fluid motion, he grabs your thighs and lifts you off the ground like you weigh nothing. your legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries you across the room and tosses you onto his bed before manhandling you and flipping you over—face down, ass up. the mattress bounces beneath you, and before you can push yourself up, his hand comes down in a sharp smack on your ass.
and the moan you let out is porno-certified.
“what a perv, showing up at my door in the middle of the night,” he says, voice dripping with mock sympathy as he yanks your bottoms down and off in one swift pull. “bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? felt the shift when caine flipped the switch? well, trust me, sweetheart… you’re not the only one.”
his overalls hit the floor next. you hear the soft rustle, then feel the blunt, fat head of his cock drag slowly through your slick folds. you’re already trembling. he’s huge—thicker than you imagined, the tip already leaking precum as he teases your entrance, bumping your clit on every slow pass. but he doesn’t push in. not yet.
“beg for it,” he says simply, voice rough, already struggling. he spanks you again, lighter this time but still enough to make you jolt. “tell me how bad you want this.”
you moan, pushing back against him, but he just pulls away with a chuckle—his insistent denial stoking the flame of your desire into a fucking forest fire.
“c’mon, jaaax… i need it,” you whine, voice breaking. “i need your cock so bad—”
“not good enough~” he sing-songs, giving your ass another playful smack. “i wanna hear you beg like you really mean it.”
the words burn in your throat, but the ache between your legs is so much worse. you relent, giving in to him, voice turning high and slutty with desperation.
“please, jax—please f-fuck me! i’m your slut… i’m your desperate little slut and i need your big cock stretching me out. i need you to fill me up with your cum—please, i’ll do anything, just fuck me!”
there’s a moment of silence before he barks out a laugh.
“looks like more than one filter got tampered with today, huh?”
you groan and reach back, spreading yourself open, showing him just how drenched you are, how ready you are for his cock.
“GOD, jax, just shove it in…! i’m going insane… fucking break me… pleasepleaseplease…”
then he lets out a low, feral sound you’ve never heard before. “well well… who knew you could be such a slut… you want me so bad? then fucking take me.”
his hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, and he shoves in with one brutal thrust.
you scream.
the stretch is immediate and overwhelming—his cock splitting you open, thick and hot and so deep you see stars. you cry out, arms falling back down to the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets as he bottoms out, hips flush against your ass.
“fuuuck, you’re—it feels so real…” he groans, borderline painful. you only get a second to adjust before he starts moving—hard, fast, pistoning into you like he’s trying to punish your pussy for making him want you this badly. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall with every thrust.
“look at you—f-fuck—taking my cock so well. such a greedy little hole… bet you’ve been wet for me since you knocked on that door, huh?”
you’ve been wet for him since you gained the ability. and christ, you can’t shut up. moans and broken words spill from your mouth as he pounds into you.
“jax—! oh god, jaaaax, it feels so good—you’re so fucking big—oh my godddd—!”
he spanks you again, the sting blooming hot across your skin.
“coming to my room in the middle of the night… dripping all over my sheets...” his pace never falters, hips snapping forward relentlessly as he lets out a dark, strangled laugh. “tell me how much you love being my little plaything.”
“i love it! love it so much! love being your toy—please, jax, d-don’t stop… i’m so close—!”
his thrusts turn savage, one hand fisting your hair to pull your head back while the other keeps your hips pinned.
“thaaaat’s it. louder. let the whole stupid circus hear what a desperate whore you are for my cock. fuuuuuck, you’re clenching so tight—gonna milk me dry, aren’t ya? yeah? you gonna let me fill you up?”
you’re a mess.
“yes! yes, i’m your desperate whore! your s-slut! whatever you want me to be just cum inside me, pleeease!”
he snarls as his hips stutter. he regains his rhythm and pounds into you even harder than before. the headboard slams louder. his cock drags perfectly against that spot inside you with every thrust, building the pressure unbearably fast.
again
and again
and again
and—
“ohhhh… would ya look at that…”
you’re gushing around his cock with every push and jax can’t take his eyes off of it. he pulls out quick with a wet, obscene sound, and before you can even process the loss, he starts rapidly rubbing the thick head of his dick between your slippery folds, bumping and grinding against your throbbing, swollen clit—intent on overstimulating you in record time.
“OH, FUCK! JAAAX—”
you squirt like a fucking fountain, soaking his cock, his thighs, and the bedsheets beneath.
“holy shit…” he murmurs in awe, voice beyond wrecked. “making such a pretty mess for me. gooood girl~”
you cry out like it hurts, body shaking violently as he keeps working you through it, milking every last drop from your spasming cunt. jax groans deep in his chest, stroking himself furiously through your release until he can’t take it anymore.
“god, you’re perfect—”
he fills you again in one immaculate stroke, burying himself to the hilt. your eyes roll back into your skull and your mouth falls open to scream again but nothing comes out.
“t-take it—fuck!—take my load, baby… take my… goddamn…”
thick, hot ropes of cum flood your pussy, spilling out around his cock as he keeps shallowly thrusting through both of your mind-numbing orgasms.
you’re shaking like a leaf, absentmindedly muttering about how good you feel, how good he is, how full you are, how you want more, more, more…
“easyyy there, troublemaker,” jax says, still from behind. his voice is still raspy, but the teasing edge is softer, almost fond. “you did good. took me like a champ. bet you’re all worn out now, huh? got what you wanted?”
you nod weakly, shifting against him and whining at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you. you clench around him and he hisses, making his ears twitch. he gently smacks the side of your thigh in retaliation and you let out a moan just loud enough for him to hear.
then that signature smirk of his finds its way back onto his face.
tags: 18+ MDNI, nsfw, explicit smut, oral sex (m receiving), fem masturbation, light facefucking, deepthroating, penetration, human!jax x human!reader but it was only just a dreeeeeam~
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you’re on your knees in front of him.
that’s the first thing jax notices.
not the exaggerated, cartoonish knees of the circus. real knees. human knees. skin that dimples slightly when you shift your weight, thighs pressed together, soft shadows pooling where your body curves.
jax can’t stop staring. he doesn’t even know what you actually look like—never has—but it seems his subconscious mind has decided you should look like this: flushed cheeks, lips already swollen and shiny, eyes glassy with want as you gaze up at him through dark lashes.
and goddamn, you’re breathtaking.
he’s human too, he realizes. tall, lanky still, and… warm. breathing hard. cock heavy and flushed dark between his legs, the tip already leaking pre, barely an inch away from your pretty mouth.
jax runs a shaky hand through his hair—actual hair—and before he can even begin to worry if you can hear how loud his heartbeat is, you lean forward and…
“fuck—” the word rips out of him before he can catch it. uncensored. already broken. your tongue flicks over the head first, slow, teasing, tasting the bead of pre-cum there, quietly moaning at the taste. jax’s breath audibly hitches as you open wider and take him in one smooth glide.
“j-jesus—christ—” his voice cracks. he’s trying to sound cool, trying to keep that signature drawl of his intact, but it’s already shredded, useless to try and hold onto.
you moan around him—vibrating against his cock, filthy—and his hips jerk forward before he can stop them. you don’t gag. you just take it deeper. throat fluttering. eyes watering. drool already slipping from the corners of your mouth, dribbling down your chin. then you pull back, just enough to speak, lips brushing his tip. voice thick, needy, dripping with desire.
“you’re so big, jax… taste so good… been thinking about this for so long…”
he swears again—louder this time. fingers flexing at his sides like he doesn’t know whether to grab your hair or beg you to stop before he embarrasses himself.
but you don’t give him a choice. you sink back down, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard enough that his vision whites out for a second.
“shit—shitshitshit—slow down, you’re gonna—fuck—”
you bob faster, messier. sloppy wet sounds fill the dream-air. spit drips onto your chest, onto your thighs.
then one of your hands disappears between your legs… jax catches the flex of your wrist, hears the slick noise of your fingers working your clit. you whine around his cock—high, needy—and the vibration shoots straight up his spine.
“you’re touching yourself,” he rasps, almost accusing, almost amused, almost cumming. “you’re—you slutty little thing—doing that while you choke on me?”
you pull off, panting, just long enough to gasp, “can’t help it… wanna cum with you in my mouth…”
he’s shaking, knees weak, trying to stay nonchalant and failing so badly. it’d almost be funny if it didn’t feel like he was about to die.
you dive back down without warning, taking him to the hilt. nose pressed to his pelvis. throat working around him in rhythmic swallows. he can feel every ripple, every squeeze. his hands finally land in your hair—not gentle. gripping. holding you there while his hips stutter forward in shallow, helpless thrusts.
“gonna—oh, god, i’m—you’re gonna make me cum—”
you moan again. loud. desperate. fingers moving faster between your legs. hips rocking against your own hand. you’re close—he can tell by the way your thighs tremble, by the way your moans turn into broken little sobs around his length.
and jax fucking loses it.
“shit, babyy—take it… take it all—fuuuck—!”
he cums hard. hot pulses down your throat. you swallow it all so greedily, throat working expertly, milking him through it. when he finally stops twitching, you pull off slow, teasingly—tongue swirling over the sensitive head one last time before you sit back on your heels and look up at him with the smuggest, most blissed-out expression he’s ever seen.
then you lick your lips. he shivers.
“more,” you whisper, voice hoarse. “please, jax… need you inside of me…”
you crawl up his body like you own it, straddle his hips, guide his still-hard cock to your entrance—slick, swollen, dripping—and sink down in one long, filthy slide.
jax shudders. his hands grip your hips like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. and fuck, he can’t think. he’s out of breath, out of his mind, throbbing with want that has somehow yet to be sated.
you feel impossibly tight. hot. wet. perfect. and fucking hell, you start riding him immediately—hard, needy rolls of your hips. hands braced on his chest. moaning, whining against his lips…
“jaaaaax…”
then he wakes up. violently.
chest heaving. pulse hammering in his ears. his room in the circus is quiet, dark, the same looping nightmare it’s always been. there’s no heartbeat to be felt. no sweat. no real breath.
there’s nothing. no cock. no cunt. no cum.
no you.
and yet… he can feel it, feel you. a phantom heat. a phantom stretch. the ghost of your throat working around him. the way you clenched when you came on your fingers right as he spilled down your throat. the slick glide of you taking him inside your needy pussy.
jax presses the heel of his hand? paw? against the smooth, featureless crotch of his overalls and hisses through his teeth. it shouldn’t feel like anything.
…so why does it feel like everything?
morning comes, or whatever passes for morning in the circus, and jax finds you in the main tent, same as always. laughing at something stupid ragatha said. same exaggerated avatar. same voice. same you.
but god, he can’t look at you. not for too long or he’ll explode.
every time his eyes flicker in your direction, his mind replays it: your real knees beneath you, kneeling between his real legs, your real lips stretched around his very real cock… the way you begged for more… the way you came just from sucking him off…
then you glance over.
and he looks away so fast, too fast.
you don’t say anything, but the corner of your mouth quirks up—just a little. and jax feels that same phantom heat crawl up his spine all over again…
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