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Jax hadn’t really thought about sex much since entering the Circus.
Really, he didn’t.
Something about the entire atmosphere of the place just killed any horny energy in him. Like turning a light switch on and off. There was just a certain dread that came with an existential prison that made the notion seem unsavory.
And then, Pomni showed up.
It had started small– he had started tolerating her, then they had started talking, and now… They were something. Something undefined, but something nonetheless.
Sort of a friendship, but the kind where you held each other and she gave him chin scratches. The kind where people gave them funny looks if they quipped a bit too affectionately. The kind where Jax would sit up at night, thinking about the fact that Pomni was his sort-of-kind-of girlfriend.
Something like that.
And with that came the thoughts that followed it; thoughts of pushing her hair out of her face, of offering her a hand while they were strolling around together. The thoughts that made Jax want to vomit.
But, even moreso, there were the thoughts he was having of a sexual nature. The way Pomni might look on top of him, blushing and adorable in the stupid way she always was. How it would feel to slide into her, to feel her clamp down around him.
What was worst of all was that Jax didn’t even have any genitals to relieve himself. He was effectively a barbie doll filled to the brim with horny anguish.
That was, until Zooble had so boldly asked Caine for the ability to have sex.
At first, Jax was sure there was no way. The Circus was too “family friendly” as Caine always liked to say. The rabbit figured he would glitch out and reset like he always did when adult topics were brought up.
But to his surprise, Caine was willing to negotiate. It had stunned everybody into near silence as Caine relented, under the sole term that they only have it in their rooms. As long as it was away from prying eyes– almost all of them Caine’s, no doubt– their ringleader was actually willing to grant that request.
Jax had never been so ecstatic and so mortified at the same time.
That meant that he could jerk off, which was a huge win. But it also meant the possibility of bedding Pomni was there, even if it was just a tiny spark.
There was no way in Hell she’d want to do that with him, though.
That evening, Pomni had retired back to Jax’s room with him to hang out for a while. They were riding high on their team victory, chatting like normal. Jax liked having her company, even if he wouldn’t admit it to her directly. Jax had spent so long sitting in silence that it was refreshing to have another heartbeat in the room.
It’s when they’re both laying in bed, staring at the ceiling that it all starts.
“So… What do you think of this whole, ‘sex update’ thing?” Pomni asks him out of the blue, nearly startling him off his side of the bed.
“Ha, I mean, I can’t believe it actually happened if that’s what you mean,” Jax says avoidantly, “Didn’t think that was possible.”
“Me neither,” Pomni admits, “I’m a little… Excited about it? I don’t know, it makes me feel less like a toy.”
That’s understandable. Jax hasn’t had a chance to check out what he looked like yet, but regardless it’s sure to make him feel more human.
“Are you thinking about… You know, pursuing anyone?” Pomni asks. She’s so nonchalant about asking him if he’s planning to fuck anyone; honestly, Jax didn’t know she had it in her.
“Huh? Nah,” Jax feigns neutrally, “What about you? Feelin’ hot for one of our castmates, are we?”
When Jax looks over at her, he can’t quite read the expression on her face. As composed as she sounded, she certainly looked nervous. Maybe it was just the subject, but she had been the one to bring it up.
“Maybe I am,” she responds cryptically. Jax can’t help the prick of jealousy her answer gives him. As theoretical as his attraction was, he never figured he’d act on it. But the idea that Pomni might want to sleep with someone else made him feel a little sick.
“Well? Spill,” Jax prompts her. At least if he knew who it was, he could lay this whole fantasy to rest.
Pomni turns over on her side, facing him. “It’s… I mean, I kinda feel like it’s not a secret.”
Jax blinks at her, cocking an eyebrow. “Leavin’ me in alllll kinds of suspense here, Pom.”
“It’s you, idiot,” Pomni answers in a mumble.
Jax just looks at her, shocked. Him? She wanted him? After everything, she had decided to choose him. Satisfaction curls in his belly like a plume of smoke.
“Aw, little ol’ me?” Jax snarks, trying hard to hide the fact that he was internally freaking out. He rests his chin in his hand, smirking. “Didn’t take you for the furry type, Pompom.”
The woman rolls her eyes, a smile playing at her lips. She looked so cute when she was being bashful; the warmth in her cheeks, the way her eyes darted from him to the bed as if waiting for his approval. It reminded him of a puppy.
“I mean I wasn’t,” she responds, scooting the tiniest bit closer to him, “I guess you changed my mind.”
She’s so earnest when she speaks it shakes Jax to his core.
“Heh, well… I don’t blame you. Hard to resist someone as charming as me,” he jokes. “I mean… I guess I’m not against trying it with you. You’re definitely the cutest of the bunch.”
“Oh, you guess, huh?” Pomni quips, “Well, then… Um, did you want to?”
“Right now?” Jax asks in surprise, facade broken if only for a moment. Jax hadn’t even gotten to try out his own dick solo yet, and she was already trying to hop right on.
Pomni gives a shy nod. “I mean, why not? Who knows if Caine plans on taking this away at some point.”
That was a good point. Caine had been fairly unpredictable lately, he might turn on a dime impromptu of nothing. But there was also the fact that as much as he flirted, at the end of the day sleeping with her was a bad, bad idea.
He was Jax, after all. He shouldn’t be trying to inch closer to anyone around here.
But then Pomni flutters her pretty lashes up at him, and the control he’s been trying so hard to keep stable snaps completely.
“Yeah. Yeah, let’s do it,” Jax responds with faux confidence. Pomni smiles giddily, immediately leaning forward and pressing a swift peck of her lips to his cheek.
It takes a lot to break Jax’s composure. But Pomni has, by a big margin, been the one to cause it the most. And this was one of those times. All he can do is pray she doesn't notice the heat blossoming in his cheeks.
“Mind if I take a second?” Pomni asks him, “I just… Haven’t even seen my own body yet.”
“Of course, gotta check out the playing field,” Jax jests, quickly gesturing to his bathroom. “Take your time, sweets.”
Pomni looks surprised by the petname, but he can tell from the look of timid pleasure on her face that she doesn’t hate it. Pomni rolls herself off of the bed, making her way over to his bathroom door.
The moment she shuts it behind her, Jax lets out a relieved breath. This is actually happening. Don’t freak out.
Jax proceeds to mentally lose his gourd for the next few moments, pacing in barely-contained anxiety. He was about to have sex with Pomni. No big deal, he’d only been dreaming about this for weeks! Not to mention the fact that she had kissed him and just that alone had lit his brain on fire.
She likes you, just go with it.
Pomni wasn’t the kind of person to have hidden agendas or ulterior motives. She genuinely wanted to do this with him because she liked him. It was a scary prospect to take a leap of faith into, but it was the cost of something good.
For the first time in a long time, he decides that maybe something good wasn’t so bad.
“Alright, well,” Jax says to himself, tugging off the straps of his overalls. “Time to see what I’m workin’ with.”
Jax slips them off, staring down at what greets him. He blinks.
What the fuck.
“Why does it look like that…” Jax says through gritted teeth.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Pomni says, cracking open his bathroom door and strolling back into the room, completely unaware of the mental panic filling Jax’s brain.
The rabbit uses both hands to cover himself quickly, huddling into himself on the side of the bed. He almost doesn’t take in the fact that she’s fully naked; when he does, he feels his dick twitch against his hands. Fuck.
She looks gorgeous; petite breasts and a minute curve to her hips, all soft, snowy skin that Jax wanted to bury his face into. The little buds of her nipples are hearts, one a pale blue and the other a rosy red. She has this half-lidded expression, as if she could see into his brain and know how much he wanted her.
It was decidedly the opposite of how he was feeling about his new parts at the moment.
“Is everything okay?” Pomni asks him carefully. Jax looks at her with a mix of indignation and horror, blushing violet up to the tip of his ears.
“Don’t look at it!” Jax growls out reflexively, curling himself up further.
“What?” Pomni asks, “Why?”
“‘Cuz it’s freaky looking,” Jax groans miserably. God, Pomni was probably going to laugh him out of the room.
“I mean… It can’t be that weird, right?” Pomni asks, trying her hardest to be encouraging.
“No, Pom, you don’t get it,” Jax says, flustered, “It’s… Like, it’s really weird.”
“Try me,” Pomni responds. “Seriously, it can’t be that bad.”
Well, it was now or never, he supposed.
Jax moves his hands, revealing his brand new genitals; a deep, violet flushed dick with precum leaking at the tip. But that wasn’t all. Caine had been so kind as to gift him with a sheath, as well. At the base was a thick, round knot. The sheer size of it made Jax sweat– this wasn’t normal, this was the worst thing that could have happened to him.
He’s too scared to look at Pomni’s face– she’s probably utterly disgusted with him. He wouldn’t blame her if she walked out right now. How could something as stupid as this even happen? God, she’s going to think he’s a freak–
He’s proven starkly wrong when her delicate hand grips his shaft, nearly shocking him out of his spiral. He lets out a noise halfway between a moan and a yelp– this was the first time he’d been touched in forever, after all.
“S-Sorry, I just…” Pomni murmurs, looking into his eyes, “I think you’re hot as you are. This doesn’t matter.” The jester gives him a few loose pumps of her hand and Jax’s foot thumps hard against the floor, biting back his little noises of pleasure.
She was so amazing. How the Hell did he land someone like her?
“Oh my God,” Jax whines, “Your hand feels so good, fuck–”
Pomni takes that very obvious sign to keep going, giving him a few more earnest slides of her hand. His precum is already leaking, dripping over the woman’s fingers as she strokes him. Just the image of Pomni with her gloved hands on him was enough to make him hard as a rock; the idea that now she was laying her hands on him like this had worked him up.
It had worked him up so much, in fact, that an orgasm nearly hit him like a semi-truck.
“S-Stop, oh God, wait,” Jax gasps out between breaths. Pomni takes her hand away like she’s been burned.
“Sorry, did I do something wrong?” she asks him quickly, as if afraid she’d managed to hurt him.
“Nah,” Jax huffs out after he regains his breath. His cock twitches needily against his belly. “It was… Too good.”
God, kill him now. He almost came just from Pomni touching him.
Pomni giggles lightly, and at first Jax is genuinely afraid she’s going to make fun of him. But then, she leans in to press a deep kiss to his lips and it wipes away his insecurity.
What a strange feeling; to feel his own ghosts vanish at the hands and lips of another.
“You’re so cute,” Pomni mutters against his lips when she finally pulls away, Jax once again stuttering for breath. “I’m glad I made you feel that good.”
She’s like an angel. Jax’s heart feels like someone’s taken it into their palm and squeezed.
Pomni squeals when Jax grabs her, flipping them both back on his bed so that he’s positioned over her. His cock brushes against her inner thigh and Jax feels a bead of precum slowly ooze from the tip. Her hair is strewn out behind her like an angel, already red cheeks burning more intensely. Jax wanted to tell her how beautiful he thought she was– how happy he was to be doing this with her.
Slow down there, buddy. Maybe someday.
“Mind if I take the reins, darlin’?” he asks her.
Pomni sighs contentedly, giving him a nod. Jax takes that as the go-ahead to lean down and lick a stripe up her neck, pressing his knee against her groin. She moans breathily, slowly gyrating her hips to grind against his leg while he kisses and nips at her collarbones. She tastes sweet like spun sugar, the candy smell of her pleasing on his senses.
Jax doesn't miss the fact that she’s wet against him, clearly excited. It was such a wonderful feeling to know she was getting off on this as much as he was; Jax feels his tail begin to wag completely against his will.
“Taste so good,” he huffs out against her skin, sinking even further down to lavish her breasts with attention.
“Oh-!” Pomni squeaks out when he pinches a nipple between his teeth. Her hips speed up beneath him, breaths coming out in harsh little pants. She’s luminous under the artificial glow of the Circus lights, dewy with sweat.
“Jaaaax,” she keens out his name like a prayer. It just makes him want to keep mouthing at her, keep touching and kissing her until she melts into a little puddle beneath him.
“Don’t tease,” Pomni chides him breathlessly, reaching out a hand to grip his dick and give a few strokes. She teases the head of him against her, the slick slide of the both of them intermingling making Jax shiver. Pomni looks up at him with those lidded eyes, smiling when she says, “I-I think I’m ready if you want to put it in.”
Jax feels his ears shoot straight up, the heat prickling all the way to the tips of them. The fact that she had asked for it just made it hotter to him; Jax growls lowly, pressing one last kiss in the center of her chest.
“Okay. On your stomach, then,” Jax orders. Pomni obeys eagerly, turning herself over and arching her back, as if tempting him. It makes Jax throb against her. “I… I’m gonna try not to let the–” Jax pauses, not even wanting to say the word, “The knot slip in.”
Pomni gives him a cheesy little thumbs up and Jax can’t help but chuckle. She really didn’t care at all about his weird dick. Hallelujah.
Jax grabs his cock in his hand– it’s surreal being able to do that after so long– and lines himself up, teasing the head against her clit just to make her squirm. It makes pleasure tingle in his fingertips, the feeling of her hot and wet against him, moving her body as if begging for more.
Jax pushes until the head pops in, the hand on her hip squeezing hard against her when she grips him like a vice. Pomni grunts at the intrusion, pressing her face into the pillow beneath her when she moans out.
“Oh, oh God,” Jax mutters, ears twitching. She’s so tight, so warm and perfect. It’s everything he had fantasized about and more; Jax just hopes he won’t wake up from this if it really is just a dream.
“Pom–” Jax cuts himself off with a strangled little noise when she shifts her hips back, taking even more of him inside. She was gonna kill him, here. “F-Fuck, someone’s eager?”
“I haven’t had sex in months,” Pomni reminds him, “Of course I’m eager. And I bet you are, too.”
“Me?” Jax feigns innocence, “I’m the picture of composure–”
Pomni presses her ass back and he slides all the way in, down to the swell of his knot. Jax howls , gripping for the woman’s hips hard enough to bruise. Don’t cum, don’t cum, for the love of God!
“Yeah,” Pomni teases him breathlessly, “ Totally.”
“You’re such a little shit sometimes, y’know that?” Jax taunts through gritted teeth. His hips stutter backward, pressing back into her with delicious friction. It feels so good, he does it again.
And again.
“You’re one to–” Pomni chokes on her words when he hits a particularly good spot, “O-One to talk.”
Jax can’t even respond to that, just mumbling out aimlessly while he picks up his pace. Pomni is surprisingly vocal; she moans long and loud, tiny whimpers of his name slipping out when he hits particularly deep.
“H-Harder,” Pomni gasps out, gripping the sheets taut beneath her, “Please.”
The rabbit doesn’t need to be told twice. He grits his teeth, pounding into her quick and unrelenting. She squeals out her ecstasy, clenching around him impossibly tighter. His lust is beginning to catch up to him– every drag of him inside of her just stokes the flames higher in his belly, his adrenaline kicking up to eleven as he pounds into her.
“S-So good,” Pomni praises, meeting him thrust for thrust, “Feels amazing–”
Oh, no. That was really hot.
Jax leans forward until his front is pressed to her back; he needed to feel all of her right now before this was all over. Jax whines into her neck, gums itching to sink his teeth into the fragile skin there. To give her a mark to remember him by.
One of Pomni’s small hands sneaks beneath her, voice pitching up an octave when she starts to rub circles on her clit. Her whole body grows tense beneath him and it’s only then that Jax realizes she must be really close.
“Gonna cum?” he breathes into her ear. She nods urgently, teeth biting into the plush of her bottom lip. “Do it.”
And she does, crying out as her orgasm sweeps over her. Jax wishes for just a moment that she wasn’t facing away from him; he had wanted to see what she looked like when she came.
Maybe next time.
Jax follows shortly behind her, hammering into her relentlessly as his own release builds in his gut. Jax slams into her once, then twice, pressing his hips against her as he cums. It’s like breathing air after drowning– the feeling of the coil in his belly unwinding, filling his girl to the brim.
To the brim–
Jax looks down between them, eyes wide. Silence stretches out between the two of them, a crackling tension in the air that has the rabbit sweating.
The knot. The knot… It… It–
“The knot went in,” the both of them say in tandem, as if they had been performing some kind of comedy bit. What a shame neither of them were laughing.
“I-I’m… Oh, fuck , holy shit,” Jax rambles. He fucked up. He fucked up big time. He tries to wriggle his hips to remove it, earning a hiss from the woman below him. Oh God, they’re stuck.
The worst part was that it felt utterly euphoric. If Pomni was tight before, the feel of her around his knot upped it by ten. And the sheer knowledge that he had plugged her up nice and full with his seed? That alone made him want to cum again.
“I…” Pomni goes silent. The silence hangs tense enough that it can be cut with a knife.
“I’ll figure this out, don’t worry Poms,” Jax says nervously, still breathless from their activities.
“I… I don’t hate it,” Pomni says shyly, face buried into the sheets below her. The last part comes out muffled, but Jax hears it: “I… Kinda like it?”
Jax freezes, ears perking up. She… What?
“You can tell me if you hate it,” Jax grumbles out distrustfully.
Pomni turns her head to look at him, entire face flushed like a tomato. She’s wearing this satiated, satisfied expression that Jax can’t mistake for anything but genuine, no matter what his brain tells him. “I don’t,” Pomni reassures him, wiggling her own hips a bit, “It’s… Different. But it actually f-feels kinda nice? I think maybe it’s because it’s you.”
Jax feels his heart leap up into his throat. He feels the urge to say something he knows he’ll regret, but the words still float around in his head.
“Aha, gettin’ all sappy on me now?” Jax asks her affectionately, leaning over her to nuzzle into the crook of her neck. The jester giggles, letting out a breath of relief.
“Maybe a little,” she responds coyly. Jax chuckles, rubbing a furry cheek against her neck. Pomni screeches out a little laugh– he knew she was ticklish there and it made it all the more fun to tease her like this.
“You’re a menace,” she scolds without any bite.
“I’m your menace, sweetheart,” he says with a little wink. Pomni rolls her eyes affectionately, but doesn’t hesitate to arch her neck when he begins to pepper kisses there.