Rabbit Has A Carrot
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Summary: After yesterdays adventure, Jax has been holed up in his room. It's unlike him, and you decide to go check on him.
Check out the similar Jax x Pomni version here! And read part 2 to this fic here!
A/N: I have risen from the dead with a completely different fandom than I usually write for... I'm going through a phase leave me alone
Cw: Jax in heat, choking, cumming inside
Word Count: 1.1k
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After yesterday's adventure, Jax hasn’t been out of his room. At this time of day, you’d hear him berating Gangle or bullying Ragatha, but today, it was silent. You overheard a bit of what Pomni was telling Ragatha about their fight, but surely it couldn’t have affected him that much, right? You get up from the couch in the main area and make your way down the corridor to his room.
You hesitate outside his door, your hand unsure of what to do. Pushing past the uncertainty, you gently knock.
“Hey, Jax, you alright?”
Nothing. You sigh, knocking slightly louder, “Jaaax?”
“I don’t have time for you right now,” you hear his familiar voice shut through the door.
“That wasn’t my question. Are you, alright?”
“Never better!” He groans, a hint of something else in his voice other than sarcasm. Raising an eyebrow, you rattle the door handle.
“Let me in, Jax. If you need someone to talk to-”
“You’re playing therapist now? Don’t you know that’s Ragatha’s job?” he scoffs, his voice appearing louder as he presumably walks towards the door.
“C’mon, Jax, just come out. Caine said the next adventure was gunna be about pirates. Stealing from boats on the rough sea? That totally seems like something you’d be into!” You try convincing him.
“Can’t really do adventures right now, shortstack.” He replies, his voice sounds ragged, like he’s out of breath.
“Can’t… do adventures?” you ask, rattling the handle again. You hear him sigh from the other side and watch as the door cracks open. It’s nearly pitch black inside and you can only make out Jax’s slender frame blocking the entrance. His fur is sweaty and ruffled, like he ran a marathon, and his overalls were barely draped over his shoulders.
“Woah, are you feeling alright? Like, do you have a fever or something? Can we even get-” Jax’s hand grabs your shirt tightly and pulls you up to his face,
“Doll, I’m gunna either need you to leave or never tell a soul what I’m about to say..” his voice drops as he whispers in your ear. You shiver, his hot breath startling you and leaving you feeling weird.
“Uh, okay? What’s up?” Looking into his eyes, there’s a glint of desperation as he rolls them and drags you into his room, locking the door behind.
“I just need help with something…” he trails off, his hands tugging at his overalls in an attempt to take them off.
“Are they stuck?” you laugh as you watch him struggle.
“Tch- no, my body.. It feels like it’s on fire, Y/N,” he looks at you, his body heaving with his heavy breaths, “I need to %@!# something,” he paces circles around you, getting closer with each loop until he’s forehead to forehead with you. His hand reaches and finds your lower back, drawing you in ever closer. Your face grows red at his words. You can feel his hot breath passing over your lips as his eyes dart down to yours. “Please.. You have to help now.. You had the chance to leave. Chance is gone.” His words are sharp and angry. Angry that his body is betraying him into feeling like this. Angry that today of all days you decided to care about him and check in. Angry that you being this close makes his dick harder.
You place your hand on his cheek and bite your lip, “Well then, what are we waiting for?”
Jax leaps at your words, his lips enveloping yours in a kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You can taste his saliva and smell the sex coming off him. He needs this bad, and you realize you need it too. You push him back and he falls onto his bed. You get on top and straddle him, his figure panting beneath you as his eyes undress you. Jax rips off your shirt and tugs at your pants before flipping you over and pulling them off harshly.
He chuckles, “cute how you thought you’d be on top and in control,” he slides your panties to the side with his fingers as his other hand unclips his overalls and pulls them down, “I’m the one in control.”
Jax shoves two fingers inside you, watching as you gasp and grip the sheets. They curl and hit that perfect spot, making you writhe and grind your hips down to feel more. He pulls out his cock and strokes it a few times before lining it up to your hole. You don’t have time to react to the empty feeling after his fingers leave you as he shoves his cock all the way in to replace them. You let out a moan that the whole circus could hear while Jax leans down and groans in your ear.
“$!#@, doll, never knew you felt this good. Shoulda done this a while ago.” He grabs your thighs and lifts them up to your ears, his cock hitting deeper as he slams back into you repeatedly. He’s like a jackrabbit, hips slamming down, filling the room with wet slapping noises.
“#%*&, Jax, too much, I’m gunna-”
“No talking,” he spits, gripping your throat tightly. Your head gets light from the loss of bloodflow, hands coming up to claw at his chest. You thought he hated you before this, thought he’d relish the day he could choke you out. But his eyes are glossy and filled with lust, and you feel your body shiver with pleasure as he uses you like a toy.
“Mine, all #@&^!*& mine!” He moans, unable to contain his rapture while watching you jolt and twitch under him.
Your walls clamp down around him, trying desperately to milk his cock.
“Aw, did my pathetic toy cum already?” His grip loosens on your neck, “answer me.”
“Y-Yes…” You whine.
“Let’s hope this little body of yours doesn’t give out before I’m done with ya, because I’m nowhere close.” He grunts, hips slowing a bit to toy with your overstimulated cunt.
“Jax please, it’s too much! I can’t go another round,” you whine, already sensing your body building up another orgasm.
“Didn’t I say no talking?” He snarls, lips coming down to shut you up. He quickens his pace again, each thrust forcing your body further into the mattress. His hips falter, stuttering as he finishes inside.
“@$#! you feel amazing..” He pants, taking a minute before slowly grinding his hips again, “Like I said, hope your body doesn't give out, because that barely put a dent in how horny I am.”
