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Jax thought Gangle was a bad manager. Too uptight, too commanding– he couldn’t have expected the intense change in character with her leadership position, but regardless it was somehow more annoying than her normal, mopey self. All he had wanted to do was let this stupid shift pass as easily and quickly as possible.
Then, the stupid pile of ribbons decided to put Pomni on food prep.
The jester had been tripping all over herself up at the register since the stupid gummy alligator walked in, and Gangle must have decided that was bad for productivity because now she was jammed into the back with Zooble and Jax while Ragatha ran the register. Everything had been fine for a while; Zooble flipped burgers, Pomni dressed them up, and Jax swept the same spot in the kitchen for as long as he could manage.
Then, an unfortunate aim and bursting of a bottle had to ruin their whole damn day.
Pomni had screeched in terror like she’d seen a damn ghost when the sauce bottle practically exploded in her hands, drenching the sad little clown in pink. Jax would have laughed at her misfortune if her shriek hadn’t scared him straight out of his skin.
“Jeez Pomni, it’s just a bottle of sauce,” Jax snarks at her, “Scared’ja right out of your jingly little shoes, huh?”
Jax is expecting her to snap at him– maybe even throw something if he was lucky– but instead, all he received from the jester was silence and a blank stare. She was trying vainly to wipe the substance from her face, but Pomni seemed to be lost in the process. She was moving like she was suspended in molasses, slowly rubbing the same spot on her face while her irises dilated to the size of dinner plates. Something was undoubtedly weird about her demeanor right now.
“Uh… Pomni?” Jax questions, walking over closer and waving a hand in front of the woman’s eyes. She doesn’t react for a moment, staring in front of her as though entranced by stagnant air. Finally– a few beats after he stopped his hand waving– the jester hiccups, giggling softly to herself. She sways so far to her left that she has to catch herself on the edge of the counter, skull only inches away from cracking against the cold metal.
“Heyyyyyy,” Pomni drawls, looking up at the rabbit with endless, swirling eyes, “When’d you get here?”
Jax blinks, confused. What the Hell was wrong with her, now? Hadn’t she just been stressed over the dumb gummy gator? “Been here the whole time, short-stack.”
Pomni lets the upper half of her body practically fold against the cool metal counter, sighing. “What? Nah…” She trails off, blinking hard as if trying to re-right her vision. “Where am I…?”
“You’re in Hell,” Jax says morosely; it really only was half of a lie. Food service was definitely sitting in the deepest circle.
For a moment he thinks Pomni is going to start spiraling at the mere mention of their Hellish captivity, but all he receives for his quip is a flighty little laugh. “Doesn’t look like Hell,” the jester says dreamily, “Not enough fire.”
Jax almost laughs at that– almost. Pomni is half-thrown over the prep table, legs shaking like a fawn while she titters to herself like a songbird. It should have been more annoying than Jax found it to be, but something about Pomni lax and goofy in front of him simply doesn’t bother him. And that in and of itself does bother him.
“Okay, well, regardless of where we are you should probably get back to work unless you want Gangle to come lecture you,” Jax grouches, hoping it’ll get the woman under control.
“Whateverrrr,” Pomni drawls, slowly sinking further and further down the counter as if she were a deflated balloon. Within moments the woman is on the disgusting restaurant ground, limbs splayed out not unlike a starfish. “What’s she gonna do? Beat me up?”
Jax genuinely wasn’t sure of the answer to the question. With a groan, the rabbit peeks around the prep station to find his favorite triangular pal. “Zoobs, can you come to deal with this?”
“No way,” Zooble says over the sizzle of the grill, “I don’t get paid enough to babysit.”
“We don't get paid at all,” Jax argues, but Zooble has already pretended they can’t hear him. Ugh. No fucking help from anyone around here. Normally Jax wouldn’t give half a shit about what goes on during an adventure, but knowing that Caine probably has some mortifying punishment laid out for them if they can’t keep up makes him ancy. Jax has had his dignity destroyed too many times in this stupid place. The rabbit turns back to the little clown spread out on the floor and sighs.
“Pomni. Get up.”
“No,” she responds, sounding like an overgrown toddler. Jax feels his brows knit together in frustration.
“I swear to God,” Jax starts, rubbing at his temples and feeling his ear twitch with irritation, “Why does this stupid shit always happen to me?”
“Because this place sucks,” Pomni huffs in response, struggling to sit up from where she was currently splayed on the floor. “Everything here sucks.”
Jax rolls his eyes. Great, she’d decided to hit the depression phase of her grieving hopped up on Sauce. Surely nothing bad could happen here!
“There’s no real sunlight. My costume is stupid.” Pomni pauses, sniffing indignantly. “I can’t even get a good lay around here.”
Jax feels himself tense up involuntarily. There’s no way she had just said that to him. Not her. “What the Hell are you talking about?”
“Like… sex?” the woman says quizzically, as if Jax had never heard of the word before. Somehow, the clarification makes him even more unnerved. Pomni laughs, half-lidded eyes looking right up at him. “What, never heard of it before?” The woman laughs just a tad bit too loudly at her own quip; Jax can’t really find it all that funny.
“Why d’you wanna know?” Jax grumbles, “Pssh, sayin’ there’s no good lays around here when I’m sitting right here is kinda rude, don’t you think?”
Why the fuck would you say that?
Pomni scoffs, waving him off with a limp-wristed gesture. “What, you? Don’t kid yourself. Doubt you’ve got enough going on to keep me busy.”
Jax had been joking earlier when he’d said a jab had hurt him, but this one stung more than he had expected it to. Jax grimaces, ears pinned back defensively. She had said it so evenly, so crudely. What were they mixing into that stupid sauce here? Jax knows it would be best to just shrug this off– to call Pomni out on her inebriation and move on with the rest of his stupid shift.
But, of course, Jax didn’t really care about what the “best” option was.
“You sound confident,” Jax tries to sound nonchalant, leaning with his elbow on the steel countertop, “How are you so sure, huh?” He’s speaking through a tight jaw and gritted teeth, trying hard not to let the other staff members hear. With Pomni’s belligerent attitude that was nigh impossible, but luckily, Jax had seemingly peaked her interest.
Pomni laughs to herself raucously. The woman stops struggling to sit up, instead opting to lay limp against the floor yet again. “I’m not sure. Just a feeling.” The jester pauses, looking up at him with big, dopey eyes. “Unless uhh… You think you could prove me wrong, big guy.”
Jax is unsure how to proceed with this conversation. The insult is petty– not even conscious, considering Pomni’s current state– and yet it bugs him. Jax’s competitive streak ran deep, and unfortunately for him this was no exception. “Bet I could,” Jax mutters grumpily, unsure of what exactly the jester even meant by the sentiment.
Pomni’s head whips around to look at him, a brief moment of shock present on her face before slowly morphing into an impish smirk. For a moment Jax wonders if Pomni had planned for him to answer this way, but then she laughs herself into a snorting fit and the rabbit figures she’s not planning much of anything. “No offense, but you kinda…” Pomni pauses, stifling a chuckle, “You kinda give me small dick energy.”
Jax feels his ear twitch in irritation, trying to maintain the smile he’s been putting on since they started this conversation. “Oh, really? What gave you that idea?”
Pomni doesn’t say a word, just looks him up and down and gives a non committal, swooping hand gesture to indicate that apparently everything about him made her think that. Okay, rude.
“You’re the one missin’ out, then,” Jax grumbles, hoping he doesn’t come off too immature in his tone, “You know what they say about assumptions, don’tcha?” Pomni blinks, brows furrowed as though she were just as lost as he was with this whole conversation. Knowing the way the sauce seemed to work, she probably was. “Why’d you offer to let me prove you wrong if you’re so sure?”
Jax isn’t sure why he’d brought up the petty challenge, but it clearly piques the little jester’s interest, scrambling to sit herself upright to look up at him. She sways a bit from her spot on the floor, an amused smile playing on her face. Oh, shit. Was this the part where she smacked him for even suggesting such a thing? The woman’s eyes are hazy, irises blown wide from whatever intoxicants are coursing through her. Jax hadn’t even realized how pretty she looked right now– that dreamy expression and lightly tousled hair really did make all the difference on her.
“What, do you wanna prove me wrong, Jaxxy?” the woman asks, using her shaking limbs to lift herself up to her feet. She almost immediately stumbles, and Jax instinctually reaches out to catch her. It must have been what she wanted, because the moment his hands are steady on her arms he feels a shiver course through her. She looks… Horny. There wasn’t any other way to describe the slight part of her lips and playful gleam in her eye. It took Jax aback in a way he couldn’t have expected, his heart thumping so hard in his chest that it nearly hurt. “Wanna show me a good time? Bet’cha can’t.”
If he could, Jax would be sweating up a goddamn storm. Here was Pomni– the anxious, bumbling jester that Jax had to admit he didn’t even know much about– practically throwing herself at him in the middle of one of the worst adventures they’ve had to date. Her hands migrated up to his chest, explorative fingers just barely tickling the collar of his shirt. Oh, God. What was he doing? And why now? Was it even right to take her advances seriously considering what was coursing through her veins right now?
“Jaaaaax,” Pomni sing-songs, just loud enough for him to hear, “C’mon, prove me wrong.” The woman blinks up at him, flutters those big lashes of hers in a clumsy attempt to goad him on. “Have some fun,” Pomni slurs, a mischievous, loopy smirk dawning on her face, “Show me what you’re made of.”
“Oh my God,” Zooble exasperated voice rings out in the kitchen, “Just get a fucking room already and leave me out of it.”
Jax winces. Fine, if that’s how she wants to be, he can play along. The rabbit turns to Gangle, who’s writing away on her silly little clipboard. Surely she’d be distracted enough that the two of them could slip away for a moment, right? Zooble would vouch for them– if not, the rabbit was more than prepared to make the horny little jester their problem. Nervously, Jax grabs Pomni by the arm and pulls, leading her toward the back exit door. Pomni groans out her protest, murmuring nonsense to herself as he takes the two of them out of the restaurant. Jax checks over his shoulder once, twice, and then quickly shuts the heavy door behind them.
“Why’re we out by the garbage?” Pomni asks dazedly, hands using the brick wall to hold up her swaying form.
“Where else are we supposed to go?” Jax asks with just a twinge of annoyance, turning to face her. He lets his palm rest on the wall next to her head, effectively caging her in with his own body, “You asked for a challenge. Didn’t expect you to be a snob about the venue.”
Pomni scoffs, the ghost of a smile still visible on her face. It made Jax’s blood boil. Jax leans down closer, nearly nose-to-nose with the little jester. Despite the subtle ache in his knees, it was worth it to hear the way her breathing seemed to pick up. Now it’s Jax’s turn to smile, a big grin breaking out on his face. “What’s wrong? You were talking a lot of big game back in there. Don’t tell me you got cold feet, doll.”
Pomni practically combusts at the sly pet name, giggling nervously. “Nah, no cold feet here. Feeling kinda warm, actually,” she responds dreamily, hands moving to the buttons on her work shirt. Her fingers are clumsy, fumbling to try and get the stupid things undone.
Jax bypasses this issue entirely, opting instead to grab for the collar of her shirt and tear in either direction. The jester gasps, the tinkling sound of plastic buttons landing on the pavement beneath her. She scowls up at him, but with the fog in her head she looks more wanting than angry. Jax decides he really likes that look on her.
“Jerk,” she huffs without venom, “‘M gonna get fired if I go back in with my tits out, you know.”
Jax just laughs, tickled by the bizarre priorities she has. He’s not careful when he gropes her chest directly, earning a trill of surprise from the jester. “How else am I gonna prove I’m a good fuck if I keep your clothes on?” Pomni doesn’t answer, just presses herself closer to where his gloved hand is on her. Jax can’t stop the smile that curls up on his face. “I’ve barely even done anything and you seem pretty into it.”
“W-What else am I supposed to do when you’re touching me there?” Pomni asks him bluntly, “Jus’ keep doing it.” The rabbit certainly didn’t need to be told twice; he gropes her chest fully in each hand, pressing her small body up against the brick wall behind them. She’s so warm, so soft beneath the papery fabric of their stupid work shirts. Even with her meager chest Jax can practically feel himself drooling, hands shaking with the tiniest bit of nervousness. He hadn’t been prepared for this to happen today– but then again, Pomni hadn’t exactly been prepared either. Resolutely, the man pinches at the bud of her nipple, earning a half-contained squeal for his efforts. “Didn’t know you were a squeaky toy,” Jax teases, leaning forward to whisper directly into her ear, “And you wanna make fun of me for my sex life? You’re practically putty right now.”
Pomni tries to respond, but then Jax leans forward to kiss her and the words die on her tongue. The jester kisses back furiously, wrapping her own hands around his wrists to ensure he wouldn’t move away. God, he wouldn’t fucking dream of it. Jax hasn’t had this sort of contact in a long time– not like anyone around here would want to lock lips with him, anyway– and it scared him to think that it feels… Good. Intimate. All of the things that he’s been staunchly avoiding since he showed up in the Circus. But now, with the taste of candy and sugar on his lips, he couldn’t find it in himself to worry all that much. Pomni licks at his lips and Jax takes that as an invitation to practically shove his tongue down her throat, the beginnings of arousal making him eager. The woman picks up on that quickly, her red-gloved hand moving to tug at his waist apron. His cock twitches beneath his slacks.
Jax pulls away urgently, hands flying to tug off his waist apron and fumble with his belt. He’s shaking with anticipation; what next? Should he just… Whip it out? What exactly did she expect from him? Fuck, now wasn’t the time to panic about this.
Jax really didn’t need to worry at all– Pomni was already ahead of him. The man hadn’t even realized she had dropped to her knees in front of him until he felt her fingers brush the zipper of his pants. The rabbit shivers, flushing hot at the noise of approval that Pomni makes when she feels him hard against her.
“Huh,” Pomni says stupidly, pressing her palm against his erection, “Not bad at all.”
Jax is at risk of bursting into flames, eyes diverting to look at the brick wall in front of him. He couldn’t look at her down there– he might die. The man doesn’t even have the nerve to help out when Pomni decidedly unzips his slacks and clumsily pops the button. Despite the fact that he was still entirely dressed, Jax hadn’t felt this naked in his whole life.
“‘M gonna suck you off, ‘kay?” Pomni says it so casually despite the stuttering of her speech that it makes Jax lightheaded.
“Y-Yeah, cool,” he rambles, “I mean, like, you don’t have to. If you were doin’ this for the bit you’ve gone far enough–”
Pomni pulls both of her gloves off lazily, tossing them off to the side. For a moment Jax is afraid that maybe she didn’t hear him, but then she reaches to pull his dick out of his boxers. The man couldn’t have repeated himself if he wanted to. Jax braces his arm against the wall above her, gulping in a breath. Pomni cocks an eyebrow at him.
“What’s wrong?” she teases him cheekily, delicate fingers gripping the base of his half-hard dick. “Never done this before?”
Jax bristles, brow furrowing. It’s not that he’d never done this before, it’s… That he didn’t remember. At least, he thinks. That’s the excuse he’s going with. He’s not prepared to tell Pomni that, though, so instead he grumbles out, “Oh, shut up.”
“Don’t be shy,” Pomni smirks at him; her teeth have gone sharp behind her lips. “It doesn’t matter to me. I could… Kinda tell.” Jax’s face scrunches up like he’s just had something sour.
“What the Hell is that supposed to m–” Jax cuts himself off with a muffled yelp, nearly keeling over at the sight of Pomni lavishing the head of his dick with her tongue. Nevermind the white-hot rush of pleasure that makes his toes curl; just the sight of the cute little jester’s lips wrapped around him has him reeling. Even with her mouth at work, it was hard to miss the way her lips curled up into a smile. Had she always been this hot? Was she always like this under the ten layers of anxiety when she was comfortable? Or, at the very least, a little out of her own head?
“H-Holy fuck,” Jax curses under his breath. The cartoon sound effect should have made him cringe considering the circumstances, but frankly the only thing he can pay attention to right now is the tongue caressing where he’s most sensitive. It’s not tentative like he would expect from her; she looks starved down there lapping at him, free hand coming up to stroke the base of him. Where the Hell had this been the whole time Pomni had been here? And why had he only figured out about it now?
“D-Didn’t think you’d be such a–” Jax groans when the jester swallows him deeper, squeaking out a tiny, “Slut.” Pomni chuckles, the feeling reverberating around him and stoking those flames of arousal higher. She looked pleased with herself, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide; Jax doesn’t miss the way the drool on her chin shimmers in the low-lit alleyway. “Christ, I’m not g-goin’ anywhere, calm down–”
Pomni pulls off of him with a little pop, gasping in a breath as she does so. Her hand doesn’t stop working the length of him, hot breath ghosting over the head of his cock. “S’good,” she mutters, panting, “It’s been awhile, lemme have this.”
Jax doesn’t have a chance to argue; Pomni is already putting her mouth on him again, taking him in deep enough on the first pass that he feels her throat constrict with a gag. The rabbit moans high and helpless, legs shaking like a baby deer about to take its first few steps. Not that Jax has much of a frame of reference, but watching her practically throat the entirety of him was sure to be the most mind blowing thing he’d experience for a long, long time. The sound of the bells jingling on her hat as she moves is deafening in his ears. The rabbit chances a glance to the end of the alley, then back to the heavy metal door of their work establishment; the idea of someone catching them made fear and arousal course through him strong enough to make his toes curl.
“Ah, ah, w-wait!” Jax pleads, gripping for the soft fabric of her hat, “Slow down, s-slow down–”
Pomni pulls off of him with a lewd noise, satisfaction warm and syrupy in her gaze when she meets his eyes again. She chuckles and Jax feels himself turn red to the tips of his ears. “Too much for’ya? Cute.”
“S’not cute–” Jax snarls between bared teeth.
“I think it is,” Pomni asserts boldly, “I think you’re cute.”
Something white-hot shoots through the man, almost too quickly for him to react. Jax grips the base of his cock hard enough to hurt, foot tapping strenuously against the ground. No way in Hell was he going to cum all over her face just from a compliment; that’s a shame that really would kill him. Clearly, though, Pomni had picked up what was going on quite quickly.
“Oh?” the woman asks dazedly, small hands still pressed to the plane of his thighs, “Almost got’cha there. Ha.”
Oh my God, she’s going to kill him.
“You can do it, you know,” she says nonchalantly, trying to get a hand back on his dick.
“D-Do what?” Jax asks stupidly, irritatedly tapping his foot against the asphalt.
“Cum in my mouth,” the jester says, a mouthful of sharp teeth on full display, “Or on my face, s’whatever.”
Jax wished he could refuse her offer. Wished that his attempt to stifle his orgasm had worked. Wished he could pull back and give her a sly, shit-eating grin at the mere thought that she could control him that way. But, unfortunately, he had miscalculated; she could absolutely command him. The proof was evident when the rabbit came so hard on the spot that he thought he’d been smacked upside the head. It was intense—more intense than anything he’d felt in the Circus, pain or otherwise— and all-encompassing. A high, pathetic moan ripped from Jax’s throat, eyes blown wide as he watched his own cum cover the jester’s pretty face.
“Oh my f-fucking God Pomni—“ Jax cuts off his own cry by biting at his palm, his free hand shooting to fist his dick, milking his orgasm for all it was worth. She was so beautiful it made his chest hurt. Even covered in his cum she was like an angel. Jesus, why was he thinking about her like that? She had made him cum once and it was like he’d fallen head over heels. Pomni gives a silly little chuckle and Jax feels his cock twitch. He was still half-hard, even though Pomni was currently licking her lips clean below him. Pomni whistles long and low— a caricature of admiration.
”Sheesh,” she sniffs, idly licking her fingers clean, “You cum a lot. That’s cool.” Pomni reaches for one of her discarded gloves, wiping the last of her face clean haphazardly. She stumbles up to her feet, giving Jax a half-lidded smile. “Thanks, I needed that.”
Jax makes some stupid noise that makes him want to kick himself. He wasn’t even level headed enough to quip in return. The stupid little jester had sucked his brain right out of his head. Pomni laughs at that, too, and stands up on her tiptoes to lay her hands on his shoulders. He’s so much taller than her that normally they’d make an awkward sight, but from Jax’s point of view, it was perfect. Without thinking too much about it, Jax leans down and kisses her. He licks into her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. It was the sort of thing Jax would deem disgusting, but at the moment all he could think about was how he could taste her more.
Pomni pulls away after a while, wiping dazedly at her spit-slicked chin. She’s wearing a goofy grin that makes Jax’s heartbeat speed up. The jester looks over to the end of the alley, out into the Spudsy’s lot. The sun was just starting to set— they didn’t have much time left of their shift at all. “Think one of those cars is unlocked?” Pomni asks deviously. Jax blinked owlishly down at her, unable to keep the eager smile off his face.
”Wow, bad girl,” he comments, regaining his composure fully. “Car sex, huh?”
”Yeah,” Pomni says, already turning to stumble toward the parking lot, “I wanna go for a ride.” She looks back over her shoulder at him, sharp teeth glimmering under the fluorescent street lights. Well, how could Jax say no to that? He follows her much more eagerly than he hopes comes across in his movement, tailing the woman while she scouts out a car. Pomni quickly chooses a black sedan of some kind, all polygon angles and sharp features. Jax imagines it’s supposed to imitate a sports car. Pomni pulls on the door handle and, sure enough, it swings open without any fanfare. The woman takes a step back, gesturing with a silly little bow. “After you.”
Jax doesn’t know what’s in the stupid sauce here, but he was deeply tempted to steal an entire bottle. Jax follows her lead like he’s hypnotized, sitting in the ridiculously low seat of the faux sports car. He’s expecting Pomni to walk around and get in on the other side, but instead she climbs right into his lap from his own side of the car before shutting the door behind her. Jax locks the car, checking the front entrance of the restaurant to make sure no one was watching them. He only has a moment before Pomin recaptures his lips, straddling him with ease. She seemed so much less clumsy when she was doing sexual stuff; was this something that she did a lot? Jax feels embers of jealousy burn in his chest, but then Pomni nips at his lower lip cheekily and they’re quickly extinguished.
He didn’t have time to think about that right now. He wanted to make the most of this; he wasn’t sure exactly when that sauce would start to wear off. Jax kisses her hard, biting back at her lips with his own sharp teeth. Pomni moans long and low, seating herself down properly on his groin. He can feel how hot she is through her work slacks, the disjointed movement of her hips coaxing him back to full hardness. Jax’s hands work to undo her belt, tugging down the zipper of her pants hurriedly.
”Need to get these clothes off,” Pomni murmurs against his lips, pulling back far enough to attempt to wriggle out of her pants. Jax meets her halfway, nearly tearing the fabric of her company-approved trousers in their combined haste. Finally, that garment and her shirt are discarded, leaving the jester entirely bare in the rabbit’s lap. She was still dazed, but the smile on her face made it clear that she knew exactly where this was headed and just how they got here.
The sauce didn’t knock her out, or alter her brain in any way besides making her intoxicated. Did that mean that she had wanted to do this with him the whole time? She hadn’t exactly been shy about asking to give him a try, and it makes Jax wonder just how massive of a beating he was going to be in for once she was sober and back in her right mind. A tiny part of him hoped that this wasn’t just opportunity, but the bigger part of him that knows he could never be wanted that way by someone like Pomni overrides the question hanging on his tongue.
“You sure you want to do this?” Jax asks instead, slightly shaky hands settling on the jester's waist. Pomni hums thoughtfully before she leans forward, pecking him right on the forehead. It makes Jax’s cheeks bloom violet.
“Duh. Wouldn’t have brought’cha here if I didn’t,” she responds, a mischievous glint in her eye, “Just let me blow your mind, 'kay?”
For the first time since their encounter started, Jax snickers. “Wow. You’re bossy all sauced up, y’know that?”
“Shut up,” Pomni says playfully, “Before I change my mind and leave you to jerk your stupid dick alone.”
“Bossy and mean. What a catch I got,” Jax quips back, trying not to sound as shaky as he feels with her clit catching on the head of his cock as she grinds.
“I can be much, much–” Pomni grabs his shaft and gives him a good squeeze, coaxing the head just past her lips where she’s molten and hot, “Meaner.” With that she drops herself fully on him in one move, taking him all the way to the root in a singular quick motion. She howls out her pleasure, laughing lecherously at what Jax could only assume to be his face contorted in pleasure.
”H-Holy fuck, oh, shit—“ Jax barely pays attention to the squeaky horn sound effect, focused solely on the feeling of Pomni, tight and hot around the length of him. “Holy fuck, how are you so tight?”
Pomni shrugs her shoulders, grip on his shoulders tightening as she lazily rocks herself on his dick. “Maybe you’re just big. Ever think of that, smart guy?”
Jax nearly chokes on his own rebuttal as Pomni adjusts to the size of him, gyrating her hips in tight little circles. The rabbit felt like his heart was going to burst right out of his chest, breath coming out in swift pants as the jester fully sinks back onto his cock. He twitches inside of her, earning a breathy groan from the woman. She clenches like a vice around him and for a moment Jax is afraid he’s going to cum again then and there. “C-Careful, I’m…” Jax gets shy, his ears pinned back against his head in his own embarrassment.
”Not yet,” Pomni demands, looking directly into his eyes as she sinks down on him fully. “You’re gonna get me off first, right?”
Jax feels his heart fly up to his throat, the words sending goosebumps across his skin. He nods rapidly, unable to hide just how eager he was to keep doing this with her. It made him sick; luckily, his horniness overrode his shame in this case. Pomni laughs at him and Jax feels the mortification ebb into his blood, his cock twitching hard where it’s buried inside the jester.
Fuck, was he getting off on that?
There wasn’t any time to dissect why humiliation under Pomni’s gaze seemed to do more than excite him, because in a moment she’s moving, rocking her hips against him. She feels amazing, every movement sending hot shocks of pleasure through all of his nerves. Jax keens, slamming his head back against the car’s headrest.
“Whiny,” Pomni chides him, smiling with that sharp, ravenous smile, “Feels nice to know you can break for something. Didn’t think it’d be pussy, though.”
Pomni doubles down on her efforts, sharp nails digging into the fur of his shoulders. She’s bouncing on him like she was made for it, engulfing his cock fully on every pass downward. Fuck, she’s so hot– he feels hot, like his blood was boiling in his veins. What had he done to deserve this? To deserve the mockery of her gaze and the pleasure of her touch? Jax had figured he wouldn’t reap many rewards in the Circus, but this had to be his most prestigious trophy by far. Pomni is panting, grinning stupidly at him while she uses her entire body to ride him silly. She’s using him, he realizes– he’s nothing more than a toy for her pleasure. And that realization brings Jax ever closer to the end of his rope.
“Pomni, hurry,” the rabbit says urgently, teeth grating together impatiently. Normally he would just cum and call it a day, but Jax gets the sneaking suspicion Pomni wouldn’t let him walk away that easily– the last thing Jax needs is to be overstimulated to high Hell today. Pomni listens to that, at least, through the brain fog of the sauce. Her hand darts down between her legs, rubbing harsh, quick circles against her clit. Jax can barely see it, but the cute little button is so engorged it sticks out from under its hood. Pomni was really enjoying herself, and Jax couldn’t help but puff up with pride at that thought. He had done well. He had made her feel satisfied, wet and dripping as she was down her thighs. His cute little jester, pleasing herself not in spite of him but because of him. Jax’s face feels warm at the idea.
“Jus’ hold on a little longer,” Pomni tells him, half-commanding, “If you cum before me I’m gonna make you do it again.”
Well, that’s Jax’s assumption confirmed. He holds his breath, hoping he can keep his composure until Pomni finishes up. Luckily, he doesn't have to wait long. Pomni practically screams, laughing maniacally as she tightens up around him and cums hard enough to dampen the rabbit’s lap. Jax is extremely quick to follow, his orgasm snapping through him like a whip crack. It’s so much– more overwhelming than he could have ever thought it would be– that he can’t even stifle the pitiful little whines and groans he makes. He’s thoroughly mortified himself in front of her, and yet in his ecstasy he can’t find it in himself to care. He floods her pussy easily, excess cum already starting to drip lazily onto his lap, leaving the two of them sticky where they’re connected.
This adventure had started so poorly, he never would have assumed that this would be his most memorable one so far. And it took place in some shitty faux-car outside of a fast food replica. How ridiculous.
It was perfect.
Pomni is panting on top of him, a sheen of sweat coating her face while she loopily chuckles at him. She looked distant– more distant than even the sauce had been able to induce– and Jax realizes quickly that the satisfaction in her gaze makes his heart speed up like an out of control train. It careens off the tracks when she leans forward lazily to kiss him, letting her tongue trace against his. It felt so nice; was the stupid sauce able to transfer its effects? Or was it just her?
Pomni pulls back from him, sighing happily. Her mouth is quirked up at the corners, eyes still dopey but filled with… Something else. Something the rabbit can’t– and doesn’t want– to place. That territory was too dangerous, especially considering the way it made his cock twitch as though rearing to go for round three.
“Silly rabbit,” Pomni mutters, “You want me so bad.”
“Pssh, whatever,” Jax tries to come off as casual, but the tremor in his voice gives him away as easily as breathing. “I could say the same for you.”
“Maybe,” Pomni concedes nonchalantly, leaning forward to press her head into his shoulder. “Takes two to tango though, right?”
Jax rolls his eyes, but instinctively wraps his arms around the little jester. Normally Jax couldn’t stomach the thought of being intimately close with any of his fellow “inmates”, but for whatever reason, the way she fits in his arms just feels right. More right than anything has in a long, long time.
“Holy shit,” Pomni whispers, pressing her ear to the rabbit’s chest. “Are you purring?”
Jax wants to curl up into a ball and die. He hadn’t even noticed the way he had started chittering, ears perked up eagerly. Fuck, this was embarrassing. “S-Shut up!”
“Nooooooo, it’s so cute!” Pomni says in a sing-song tone, “You should do it more.”
“Absolutely not,” Jax deadpans, still unable to stop the vibrating in his chest. The honesty on display from the woman makes Jax’s palms sweat; she probably wasn’t just blowing smoke. She thought he was cute. His chittering increases twofold. “Okay, okay. This has been fun and all, but Gangle is gonna kill us if we’re not back at our posts soon.”
“I don’t care,” Pomni says nonchalantly, barely biting back a yawn. “Jus’ gonna stay here for a little bit.”
Before Jax can interject, Pomni nuzzles her face into his chest, pressed tightly against him. She sighs satisfiedly, drunkenly running her hands over his soft fur. She would probably kill him for all of this once she was fully sober again, but with Pomni so close– leaning into him as though she wanted to stay stuck together forever– Jax was finding it really hard to put up much of a fight. Jax lets out an over dramatic sigh, but doesn't push her away. He wraps his arms around her loosely, hoping she doesn’t hear the way his heart is beating like an orchestral drum.
“Yeah, whatever. Try not to fall asleep on me, ‘kay?” Jax mutters. Pomni gives a noncommittal nod, yawning decidedly. God, she was going to be the death of him.
“No promises,” the woman mumbles out sleepily. Jax can’t keep the smile from creeping up his face as he relaxes into the faux-leather seat, soaking in the warmth of her body against him. Maybe she wasn’t so bad, after all.
Now, he just had to hope she didn’t kill him for this later.