𓆩♡𓆪 Bunny Paraphernalia Pt. 4 (Human!Jax x Human!Reader)
a/n: I KNOWWW IM LATE! Sorry y'all, I got sick (still am but I ain't let that stop me). I also wanted to make sure I deliver something good to y'all like always (っ◞‸◟ c). Usually, I work on it throughout the week, but I was busy (and sick). I know y'all are very sweet and told me to take care of myself, but I care too much for y'all to leave you waiting longer! ദ്ദി╥ ᴗ ╥) anyways, enough of my yapping! BTW, this is straight up a smut chapter with some background as to what the two characters have been doing, also some fluff moments (made naughty by yours truly)
song inspiration: Sugar on My Tongue by Tyler, The Creator (won't be the last time you see this song inspo)
𓆩♡𓆪 = smut
Words: 5.1k+
Warnings: Porn, so MDI! 18+ only! Oral (M receiving), reader is AFAB, breast fondling, fixation on penis, dirty talk, minor scene of violence, one mention of violence against women (Jax wanted to punch Ragatha, unfortunately). If I missed anything, please notify me!
Synopsis: Explore the past? Nah! More like let's explore each other's bodies now that we have anatomy! Let your beloved (stalker) receive the fruits of his labor...
Chapped lips against soft ones, but god, it feels like heaven.
Jax leans forward, pushing your body against the couch, one knee between your legs and the other on the floor, attempting his best not to crush you. Your hands held his head, tilting it to get much closer. Greed consumes you, driving you to desire him closer. You feel him pull away for a bit, but before he could move further, your left hand moves quickly, gripping onto the hair that fell on top of his neck. He gasps within your lips, eyes widening, but his excitement overtook that surprise, smirking at your dominance.
He moans at your hair pulling, enjoying the aching pleasure.
“Desperate are we?”
Finally stopping, you look at him, eyes half-lidded.
“4 years desperate…”
He bites his lip.
“Well, yeah. But at least it wasn’t over ten years like me.”
Silence.
“Wouldn’t even call it the ‘friendzone’!”
You look to the side, avoiding his dark eyes.
“U–uh, yeah…”
He grabs your wrist, moving it away from his hair, moving the back of your hand, and laying a peck on it.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. Doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Are you sure?”
He smiles at you, caressing himself on the cheek with your hand.
“Would I ever hold a grudge against you?”
You didn’t mean to remain silent, but this is Jax after all. He would definitely be the type to hold said grudge. Maybe not outright harm you, but definitely use it as any means to guilt you or some sort.
“Staying a little too quiet there, now.”
“It’s just that… I think you would, to be frank…”
His smile turns ominous.
“How about a nice warm shower first?”
He was fucking seething. Jax had never been this pissed before. So much so, his head began hurting, the vein on his forehead that was visible damn near popping, ready to leave amounts of splattering deep red blood. He breathes anxiously, one hand scratching deep into his scalp, opening up old scabs that he had attempted to avoid picking at. His heart beating so rapidly, he punches it with his other hand, bruising his own chest. Shaking teeth, grinding down against each other, but careful and conscious enough through his rage to not bite his tongue off, that would cause him to accidentally kill himself in pure fury.
Who the fuck was that guy?
It had been months after the accidental incident of you two bumping into each other, something he knew troubled you intensely enough for you to end up sleep deprived, murmuring and at times shouting his name. You had been on the verge of a breakdown after that. Going back and forth with yourself on many aspects, like was his presence real? Are you going insane? And if so, maybe it’s time to move on… but how do you even move on and cope with the deaths of those who felt as though they never existed? Can you even gather your senses?
There were plenty of questions you asked yourself, none of which received a clear conclusion at that time. Jax would only chuckle, thinking how funny it was that he could confirm it with such ease… He was just one hole away, did you know? He’s a jack of all trades, a cheesy thought, but he could prove well by it with a handy screwdriver; he had managed to dig holes into each room within your apartment from the basement he stayed in, looking and listening in on everything. The dark-eyed male with a shit-eating grin had nearly always been an earshot away from you, oblivious to you.
He’s never been provoked to hit a woman so badly until he heard Ragatha’s voice through the living room hole.
“Maybe try… dating? There are some decent guys, I’m sure.”
“What the fuck?” He whispers to himself.
“Yeah, you’ll have an easy time with that, doesn’t have to be serious, y'know?" Zooble’s voice added.
You remained quiet, probably not enjoying the idea.
To his displeasure, you listened. You did what they said. You went out and suddenly came back with a strange man, who’d giggle at every single shit you’d say, even when it was no joke. You’ve got to find that annoying, right?
Unfortunately for him, this wasn’t the last time he’d hear of this asshole, who, by the way, would visit your place announced, as if he lived there! As if it were his home! It vexed the bleached hair male, making his nail biting progressively worse as he violently daydreamed about ways to kill the guy.
And god would he pray that son-of-a-bitch never laid a hand on you in ways Jax salivated for.
If so… he definitely would’ve put a bullet or two in between the poor bastard's eyes as he’d beg for fucking mercy, sobbing that you meant nothing to him, furthering Jax’s reasoning on why he should end the asswipe’s life.
Warm water streaming down his thin body was a rare sensation for him; the basement only offered cold water, so when droplets of scalding water sink onto his hair, he exhales as his hands move through tangles, wetting it thoroughly. Felt good, it felt really good. He pumps the shampoo bottle, moving the liquid close to his face and sniffing the soft fragrance emitting from his hand. You. Moving on to the conditioner, sparing no effort to untangle his curls, even through the light pain he felt.
“Shit…”
You were waiting outside, sitting on the couch, while watching TV. You weren’t actually paying attention; however, much too distracted by a wish (a dangerous one) coming true. Your hands lay flat against your knees, both feet taking turns to shake. You were highly aware of this, too aware, your body could not rest, nor could your mind; it frustrated you, especially the fact that you were being so impatient for his presence to be next to you again.
CLANK.
Jumping up and speed walking to the bathroom, you lean your ear against the door, hand on the doorknob.
“Is everything fine?”
You hear shuffling.
He laughs. “Worried I’ll die on you?”
Your nails scrape the door, turning your hand into a fist.
“I hope the bar of soap falls, causing you to slip on it and hit your head against the toilet.”
The door opens wide and quickly, your face slamming onto his flat chest.
“You hate me or sumthin’? Why give me such a pathetic loser death?”
He lifts your head, a large hand squishing your cheeks, something he simply couldn’t resist. Rubbing a towel against the left side of his head, Jax grins as he stares at you.
“Cute.”
Gosh, if you could hear his thoughts right now, you’d be thrown off by how sweet he can be, but Jax is shy like that, inexpressive of his true, benevolent thoughts. Your eyes innocently (to him) eyeing him back.
He moves his hand to grab yours, guiding you back to the couch you both lay on before he had gone to clean himself up. Sitting on the floor, criss-crossed, he holds out a brush of yours and pats the cushion of the couch behind him, giving you an encouraging smile.
Your hands move shyly against each other, playing with your nails.
“Y–you want me to brush your hair?”
“Of course I do, sugar cube! Don’t I deserve it after getting rid of that vermin for you?”
Your legs move to sit next to his head, hand reaching out to get a hold of the brush, that is, until Jax moves it further away from you, placing a hand on your thigh, shaking his head, and clicking his tongue.
“Not like that.”
He moves his hand to your leg, pulling it upwards as you yelp. Moving along with his guidance, you scooch, gripping onto the couch for some support. Jax wraps his arms around your legs, his head moving backwards to look up at you, honing his cheek on you.
“Like this.”
Rising a brow, you smile at him, entertained by his indulgent nature.
“You’re gonna hold me like that?”
“Like what?”
You take hold of the brush.
“This.”
You move your legs slightly, bringing his attention to them.
“It’s similar to someone holding onto the safety bars at a roller coaster ride.”
He holds onto you, grip compressing your pajama pants. Making noises as he shakes his body, jumping slightly to imitate a ride.
“I wouldn’t mind riding you.”
You brush a tangle roughly.
He jerks, letting out an ‘ouch’.
“Oh boy, that was a tough one.”
“Evil…”
“Me? Evil? How ungrateful, I’m brushing your hair, didn’t even kick you out of my apartment, and even let you bathe!”
“Geez, chum it down, sweetheart, sounding like a grandma.”
You hit him lightly with the brush. He flinches again, turning towards you and taking away your newly found weapon, putting it aside the ‘fake’ gun.
Hands up, you look to the corner, ignoring the playful glare.
“You can’t ride this roller coaster, you just can’t reach the height of ‘niceness’.”
“I can show you ‘nice’ if you let me–”
“Shush, pervert.”
“Proud one.”
“That’s even worse, I fear.”
“You know what over a decade of being in a place with no sexual pleasure does to someone, sugar cube…”
Mouth shut, you blush. Jax receives a pillow to his face.
“Why do you keep hitting me?!”
“Why do you keep saying stuff that causes me to hit you?!”
He moves swiftly, his hands moving to hold your torso, chin leaning on your chest.
“You see, we are like an old married couple!”
Jax had managed to land a job, well, a temporary one. How did he land it? It’s quite a funny story, he thinks so at least.
After the man left your home, your infuriated fanatic followed suit. He was in a rush, putting on his sweater, and scrambling towards the window that he used as his entrance and exit. Taking the chance to use the front door was simply too much of a risk; therefore, he was stuck using the window and feeling like a damn idiot every time he clumsily stumbled on the floor while getting up. It was wide enough for his body to climb out of.
He walked with heavy footsteps, huffing and puffing like a dog. And damn, did he feel like one. He wanted to rip that man to shreds with his own teeth, claw at him til most of the skin was stuck under his nails, then lastly, shit on his dead body, claiming the win, that being you.
It was objectification, but he didn’t care, not especially when he felt threatened.
What would he do?
He didn’t know just yet…
Following closely, his hood covered his enraged face.
But just as he was growing closer to his target, another man ran past him, pushing his shoulder harshly, making him tick. He lost him.
Jax reaches the male who dared break his stride, hand gripping onto the man's jacket, nails digging into his shoulder. The man hadn’t even had the chance to turn before his face was met with a ruthless punch, repeatedly. People surrounded the scene, but he paid no mind, not even when he felt the skin of his knuckle break, rip, and bleed.
“H–hey, buddy! You got ‘im!”
An older man, accompanied by a young boy, tries to shake him back to reality.
The breathing of the man under him shallow. Jax stops, finally letting go. He stands up, his heart beating rapidly as the adrenaline dies down.
The old man places a hand on his shoulder, causing Jax to recoil.
“Thank you, son! If it weren’t for you, he woulda gotten away with my wife’s bag!”
Jax, still in a trance, nods gradually.
“Let me pay you a meal! You really packed that bastard up! Wow! Ain’t ever seen something like that before, not since I was your age, pal.” The old man smacks his arm playfully.
He shakes his head, hair moving around and falling on his eyes.
“Sure.”
And that’s how he managed to work part-time at a pizza place. Who did you think put that coupon on your fridge and delivered a warm, perfect pizza to your liking?
You and Jax lie on your bed. Space was never a thing with him. He held you close, arms under your chest as he spooned you. Staying quiet, pretending like the phone was engaging, you scrolled mindlessly, only stopping whenever Jax asked you to. What an overstimulating situation you have been put in, you think.
It’s different from what it was then, by then, being the circus.
The way you could feel every unsmooth bit of him.
Back in the circus, he was a smooth replica of an old nostalgic toy; clothes didn’t really scrunch up either, so whenever he’d hold you (without asking), the sensation wasn’t necessarily warm, it was simply the proximity that made you flustered. Anyhow, now it was precisely different with the two of you being in your true forms, physically human, and all the compartmentalized parts of it.
In specific yet vague terms, the rather thick thing that was against your bottom.
You think for a moment, something comical to break you out of your nervousness, imagining if you farted on it. Haha, a monotone laugh present in your head.
He’s holding you close, not risking even a particle going in between your bodies. Jax’s head resting in the crook of your neck as he watches short online videos with you, acting like it was a normal Saturday night routine. You hear his laugh, loud most of the time, even a chuckle here and there.
And you relished in it.
Even through the timidity of it all, you accepted the comfort.
Thinking about the past, back at the circus. You recognized how much you’d try to fight back against Jax’s touch, how your words would be used as shields against him, and you wondered, how and why did that change? There’s nothing you’ve come up with. Possibly, you were like a cat, only craving attention once it wasn’t there, but if anything, you felt more like some widow, craving for her sweet beloved back.
Other endeavors to recreate such a connection were deplorable; nothing could ever compare to the sentiments that Jax brought over you, consuming you like madness, but with a strange combination of love and… infatuation.
“W–wait! Scroll back up!”
You do as told.
“I like that, that one’s funny, save it, save it!”
You assign it to a folder, titling it ‘Js HeeHees’. You feel him squeeze you lightly as you type it in.
“Oh! Do I get my own folder? Aren’t I your special boy?”
“Yes, actually.”
He smiles, a genuine one, moving his head to lay a small peck on your cheek.
“Does that mean I’m yours? Can I have that title? Pretty please.” He hums into your ear.
Yours.
Dropping your phone on the nightstand, you turn over to face him, looking into his dark eyes as you hold onto his heated cheeks.
“Mine.”
You lean in for a kiss.
Lacking. Boring. Incessant.
That’s how you felt about this particular man. The one sitting in front of you as you both dined at your friend’s cafe shop, having whatever one-sided conversations came to his mind, his interest, letting you have a say here and there, but paying no mind or interest to it, so at some point during the past hour, you had given up saying much.
You take a swig out of the mug, focusing on how this action of yours had taken your attention rather than the male in front of you. Once you finally gulped it down, the same lamenting emotion came back at you. You had no clue why you continued to put yourself in these circumstances, saying yes to going out, eating, and hanging out. If anything, you’d begun daydreaming of ways you could make him shut his mouth up, telling him off that the world doesn’t revolve around him, and that he isn’t such a nice guy after all.
Well, he wasn’t an asshole by definition, he was… polite? Or barely polite. You could tell the kind of guy he was. Who doesn’t love talking about themselves? Their interest, their likes, dislikes, and so on, but it gets to a point where you know who didn’t grow up with some sort of attention, and you know, this guy probably hit late puberty, suddenly becoming attractive, liking the eyes of women on him, and due to that, brought a puppy like aura to him, something that you sure entertained some of the ladies but after getting to know more and more, they saw that he offered nothing but looks.
And he was desperate. Believing the more women he attracted and got involved with, the more entertaining a person he would be. Heartbreak constructs a cool image, right?
But looking back at you, who are you to judge?
You’re desperate too, and for a special type of attention…
“Did I say something funny?”
Your eyes move to stare at him, confused at his statement.
“What?”
“You chuckled… while I was talking about how my grandma died of cancer.”
Mouth shut tight, you cringe inside your mind.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that work has been kicking my ass, and I haven’t gotten much sleep, so… I– uh, get distracted easily…”
He stares at you with those stupid fucking eyes.
“I see. Maybe we should call it a night so you can go to sleep.”
You nod, thankful for his presence, and soon after, the doorbell rings, and you get approached by a figure full of tattoos.
“God, that guy sucks. Throughout the whole shift, I didn’t hear him ask a single fucking question about you. You okay, hun?”
Their voice, always deep and tired-sounding as though they were still at the circus. They move to sit down on the seat in front of you.
“Yeah, well, I deserve it.”
They shake their head.
“No, no, don’t say that. Come on, man, this isn’t a bar for you to be so down…”
You shrug, letting out a breathy laugh.
“I know, I know, my bad. I don’t mean to kill the vibe here, it’s just that…”
“Hm?”
“Feels like I have to settle.”
They reach out, taking a hold of your hand, staring at you with care through dark lashes.
“You don’t have to, don’t ever think you do.”
You hear the soft footsteps approach your side, a cold hand on your shoulder, looking up, you see the same old red ribbon decorated in her hair, long black hair draping over her shoulders. Concern written over her face.
“Is everything fine? Did he do something to you?” She moves her hands together into a fist. “We’ll get him if he did!”
You chuckle at the usually nervous woman.
Shaking your head, you scooch to the side, making space for her to join you.
“No, the opposite actually.”
“Oh… I feel like that’s worse at times. It’s like a useless side character speaking to you to advance the moment, a weak plot device for the creator to use for spacing and character development, but it lacks actual entertainment to the audience, essentially leaving everyone thinking, ‘Why?’”
You both stare at her. Even when you’ve known her for years, sometimes… Gangle still manages to surprise you.
You three laugh, alerting some of the customers nearby, while others, used to it.
“Welp, I’ll head out now. He’s apparently gonna go visit my place tomorrow to critique an old European movie that’s been getting hyped up online.”
“Oh, no, he’s gonna go all film major on you?”
“He definitely is.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Film majors are ultra evil.”
“Yeah, they’ve got jackass written all over them.”
You shake your head, laughing.
“Like some Zack Snyder script?”
“Oh, ew.”
“Can’t believe you binge-watched the complete DC and Marvel universe…”
“I fell asleep, that doesn’t count.”
Hands roaming beneath your clothes, slithering on your stomach like snakes. He gripped onto you at times, playing with your skin as though you were malleable material. You felt warm opposing his wintry grasp. You lie still, in Jax’s opinion, committed to the timid bit, keeping your hands mostly to yourself, afraid you’d make the wrong move. But rest assured, there is no wrong move with him, the reason being that he firmly believes that you can do no wrong.
But he’s growing impatient.
You both can’t sleep. For nearly the same reasons, but with different goals set in mind.
Waking up can be frightening. You’re used to a lonely bed and apartment, with only interactions being weekly from your friends, mostly taking place outside. Something else you were used to was… no Jax.
What if you woke up the next morning and he was no longer there?
Jax, on the other hand… was buoyant to finally be by your side, literally.
His emotions went into overdrive, silently, but his unmoving hold on you was a sign of it. The fact that you were finally in his arms, so accepting of his presence, willing to be so close to him, in fact, you threw yourself at him when he was about to do the same with you. Truly made for each other. And as the amazing partner, yes, partner, because it’s clear to him who he is to you. Notices your restless form, how your hand grips his arm, squeezing him timely.
“You good, sugar cube?”
You wet your lips with your tongue, thinking of what to reply.
“What’s your real name?”
He’s befuddled by the question.
“How random, not what I had in mind as a response.”
“It’s just that–... wouldn’t you prefer your real one?”
“Hm, I guess so. Everyone else has, I imagine?”
You nod.
He clicks his tongue and frowns.
“... I still can’t remember.”
A skittish chuckle exits his throat.
“I get snippets and crap like that, but never full-on memories, or recognition of who I was before that place.”
“Do you have any idea as to why?”
He hesitates letting go of you. When he does, though, the bed moves as his weight gets carried differently, moving blankets towards the end of the mattress. Twisting around to face him, you stare curiously at his half-naked form, the shirt you had given him to the side of him, who sat on his legs. Jax avoids your face, genuinely self-conscious of the current state his body was in; he felt vulnerable.
You see his large hands roam on his abdomen, where a large, lined scar was loud within precisely its physical presence.
“Might be ‘cause of this, I dunno, j–just a guess…” He pretends to be relaxed.
“Can I?”
Your hand wavers in the air, waiting for his permission. He nods, curls moving up and down.
Carefully and with the same gentleness used to handle butterflies, you trace his scar, feeling the difference in texture between it and his skin. You had to hold a squeal in your head due to noticing how many beauty marks he had across his body; he was incredibly enchanting.
“Is this from… when you saved me?”
“Heroic, I know, not my thing.”
You giggled, alarming Jax slightly (for all he could feel towards himself was repulsion). You cover your mouth, smiling at him behind your hand, eyes filled with admiration.
“I never did get to thank you.”
He crosses his arms, a shot to cover his body.
“Tsk, a ‘thank you’? I expect at least $100 bucks and a paid meal from a taco place for the inconvenience.” He looks away.
You roll your eyes, grinning.
“I can do $50 and Taco Bell.”
Head snaps at you.
“Do not compare Taco Bell to actual tacos, you’ll break my heart.”
“It's a joke, silly.”
“Good.”
He turns his head to the side again, dramatically swaying his hair.
You launched at him, arms holding onto his waist as you rub your face onto his stomach, near his scar.
Jax jumps, arms up in the air as he tries to see a way out.
“W–what are you doing?”
“I’m hugging you?”
“I’m half-naked, and your face is on my gross scar.”
You pout.
“Take that back.”
“What?”
Your lips give a cloud-like kiss to the scar, making the bunny boy stammer.
“S–stop! It’s icky!”
Efforts of pushing you away are proving to be useless as you lay multiple kisses on his abdomen, hell, even as he walks on his knees, dragging you on the bed, you refuse to let go, persisting in showing his body love and affection.
“Sugar cube! Stop it! Let go! Don’t!”
“Nmuh uh.”
He sighs, giving up and lying down flat on his back as you continue. Jax moves his hand to pat your head, smiling faintly and commending your stubbornness inside his head. You raise your head at him, finally facing him instead, chin against his stomach. He caresses your face, pushing locks of hair out of your face in order to marvel at you. Smirking lazily, you begin crawling towards him, leaning down to his face and kissing him.
Moving his hand to your cheek, you hold the other that was near his head, entangling your fingers together as you kissed.
Lips moving in sync, tongues spurring out and licking one another's lips, warm tongues grinding against each other as you two melt into one, pure fucking bliss. Teeth clash here and there, but never truly interrupt the moment between you two, no, not even the fact that there was a gun waiting in your living room bothered you. Any inconvenience of life was forgotten as you engaged with your lover, mouth against mouth, echoing moans, and saliva used as a web that connected your fates.
Gaining confidence, your hand roams his body, making him shiver as your hand wavers above his brown skin, nails tickling his chest, stomach, and low waistline. Were you tugging at his sweatpants? He wanted to chuckle, maybe throw in a joke, but the way you shoved your tongue down his throat made it impossible to speak, not that he minded it, though.
Outlining the edges of his sweatpants, you tease how close you are to him. You know he grows impatient, and in spite of that, you were curious to see how much you could push him into being outwardly needy. Gotta switch the roles, don’t we?
His hands take hold of your hips, bringing you closer to him, your body wavering as you feel his strong hands traveling inside your top, fondling your chest.
He’s a boob guy, definitely.
“You’re pushing me.” He speaks between kisses.
You snap the waistline of his pants. Jax jerks at the sensation.
“Says who?”
Breathing hard, chest moving up and down, he scowls at you.
“Don’t play dumb with me, doll.”
Fingers tracing his length, he squirms as you use your hand to put some pressure on him.
“Holy fuck.”
Your fingers move against the soft cotton material, turning your hand to face the opposite away of you, palm grinding his dick while your fingers fondle his balls. Heavy is the sword, they say.
“Damn…”
He bites back a moan, one hand covering his expression.
Lifting the edges of the sweatband and moving them downwards, there he springs up, erect as hell.
“Holy shit.”
“D—don’t just stare at it!”
“It’s—uh… hard not to.”
“Did you seriously make a pun right now?”
“… No…”
Your hand secures his dick; it was warm, like a hot rod when you held it, thumb tracing a vein. It was enthralling, seeing a whole new side of the man you once wanted to push down the stairs (and you’d done it, in the digital world that is), now here, putting him in a rather vulnerable position that you were taking charge of. Your hand moves upwards, pushing him down against his V-line, hair tickling your hand as you put some light pressure on the head.
“Good g—grief— ah...”
Jax holds on tightly to the bed sheets. He felt as though he’d lost consciousness at any moment, something he had craved so long for, gone like that? Yeah, no way in hell is that happening on his watch. But by fuck, the you’re curiously playing with him drove him insane, it was enough yet not at the same time.
He feels your breath as you lean down close to him, staring at him, asking for permission. He can feel himself nod slowly, his heart beating quickly in comparison to the slow scene.
You lay delicate kisses on his dick, wet and dry ones, on the tip to the bottom near his balls, your lips barely leaving his skin. You wanted him to know how deeply you adored him, how careful you were with him, and how insatiable you were for him.
He doesn’t deserve this. He’s not all that great. While you two may belong together, he knows you both are nowhere near equals. To him, you were the highest of the highest, and he was the lowest of the lowest. A scum with a precious pearl. Yet, here you were, treating him with caution and lust, balancing two things so carefully unlike him; he doesn’t see this, but god does he fucking want it.
Lips parted, tongue placed above your bottom teeth, by using your two hands, as you guide his cock inside your moist, hot mouth, taking him in slowly. He grips onto the bed, head pushed further into the pillows as he lets out a groan.
Your tongue moves around, swirling motions made around his dick, feeling each vein. Bopping your head backwards and forward, finding a pace that won’t tire you, you hear his heavenly voice, whimpering, seeing his eyes shut tight at times from the overwhelming euphoria. You wanted to smile badly, pride overtaking you to see him become submissive without hesitation, but of course, you couldn’t; your mouth was far too busy making him combust.
“S—shit, you’re amazing at this— hah!”
He tries to keep his hands to himself, really, but it’s difficult once he’s close, you wouldn’t mind, right?
Head held by his hands, Jax pushes his hips up, pushing himself in and out of you aggressively, needy. Your hands grip onto the bed, your head keeping up with his sloppy pace as his pubic hair pokes at your nose.
Warm liquid pours down your throat, seeping through the gaps of your mouth as he whines. Releasing with a ‘pop’, you take a deep breath, hand moving to clean off the cum residue.
Jax sits up, grabbing your wrist before you can complete the action. You look at him with a raised brow.
He grins, the flush of his cheeks enhancing as he gawks at you, then leans back down, arms behind his head.
“Huh?”
“Just wanted to take in the scenery, ingrain the memory in my brain.”
He chuckles, reverting to his confident, mischievous self.
“I saw your tongue roll out.”
Eyes widened.
“Don’t say that.”
a/n: Sorry for the otherwise not-as-entertaining parts, I just felt that they were at least relevant to talk about! But I really hope y'all enjoyed this! Again, sorry for the wait. Hopefully, I can stay to update mid-saturdays rather than later ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I'm trying to up my smut skills (and writing in general). I've started re-reading Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, and ohhhhhh boy, I love the way she writes! Hoping I can learn from her as I read it again.
Hey! You wanna read more of my works like this? Try reading these:
𖦹 ☁︎Hunny Bunny: Hatred (Jax x Reader): He swears the only way to protect you is through making you hate him, but one adventure proves otherwise. ♱
Along with the other parts of Bunny Paraphernalia! ♱
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