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Pomni hadn’t really anticipated becoming friendly with Jax.
He looked down on her, belittled her, threw her out of a moving truck and only saw her as a means of childish entertainment, like flipping on a TV to his favorite channel. She wouldn’t exactly consider herself a fan, but as of late, it felt as if something had shifted in the air between them. Maybe it was because of Jax’s unexpected show of vulnerability while they stargazed under a digital replica of a starry night sky together. Maybe it was the laugh they shared together, or the fact that he seemed so interested in her, asking only Pomni questions about her life before the circus and tailoring an entire adventure to her just to see how she’d react.
It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Pomni, his fascination with her. Those lingering gazes, how quickly he’d look away when her eyes met his. The way he seemed to be drawn to her like a moth to a flame, craving the heat of her embers. And Pomni was growing to enjoy it to, to a degree— the attention, the way he sought her out, the way his smile curved he laughed. The subtle, low burning of some tension neither of them were willing to acknowledge.
Pomni leans back against the bench, crossing her legs and propping herself up on her arms as she looks out to the playing field, wistfully lost in thought.
She wonders to what degree Jax’s fixation with her stretches to, as it seemed that, during this adventure, he just couldn’t seem to stay away from Pomni’s sailor-mouthed double.
Jax makes conversation with her lookalike, still donning his maid outfit, and Pomni’s clone speaks animatedly, fangs glinting wildly. They share a laugh over something, and Pomni huffs, the dull, but relentless sting of envy injecting some sort of venom into her veins.
They were flirting, that much was obvious. Jax laughs at something she can’t hear, and Pomni’s clone tugs at the bottom of his ornate skirt playfully, expression smug and bordering on sultry. Jax’s eyes look her up and down in response, his brows raising amusedly. One of his fingers reach out to flick the blue bell of her double’s jester hat, his smirk widening.
This was ridiculous. Jax wasn’t under her possession, so it’s not like Pomni even had a real, justifiable reason for feeling like this. They’d only become relatively amicable recently, at best. If that’s the kind of thing he’s interested in, then Pomni wasn’t going to butt in. No point making a big deal over nothing.
A hot, humid gust of wind blows past her, ruffling her hair and carrying Pomni’s softball cap with it. It honestly just feels like salt in the wound.
“Hey—” she calls out, shooting up from her seat to grab for it, but it’s already been taken out to the field, and Pomni’s not emotionally invested enough in the cap enough to go out and chase it. She just sighs instead, smoothing down her mussed hair as the breeze settles. It’s far too hot outside, and the shade provided for the benching area is doing little to keep her cool. Jax leans down to whisper something to her clone, and they titter amongst themselves.
She hopes this adventure ends soon.
Pomni turns back around to her seat, but before she can sit down, she hears someone coming her way. She turns back around, thinking for a moment that it might be Jax.
And she’s not necessarily wrong.
Pomni cranes her neck to look up at him, this other, redder version of Jax. He smiles timidly and slouches a little, his ears drooping slightly as if trying to make himself smaller. In his hands, he holds Pomni’s cap, retrieved from wherever it managed to land in the field. Pomni looks back up to his nervous eyes, put off for a moment by Jax’s likeness portrayed in a manner so distinctly unlike himself.
“H-Hey! I, um, caught your hat for you. Here you go.”
He hands Pomni her Bit Tops’ hat back and she runs a thumb over the logo, not putting it back on just yet. It was kind of him to fetch this silly little cap for her, and Pomni can’t help but feel a little moved by the simple show of compassion. Curiously, she brings her gaze back up to the clone, who rubs at his arm and averts his gaze.
He’s… cute in a weird, roundabout way, much like how one would find a puppy cute.
“Though, uh, I think you look nice without it…” the clone trails off. Pomni blinks at Evil Jax, not quite believing what she was hearing. Flattered, she tucks aside a lock of her short hair, smiling up at him warmly. His cheeks turn red, and he shifts awkwardly on his feet.
Oh, he’s really cute.
“Uh… thanks. That’s sweet of you to say.”
His smile is a little wobbly, but sincere, far unlike the cutting smiles the real Jax has given her in the past. It’s nice actually, to be gazed upon with such transparent sincerity. Then, panic suddenly washes over his features, and his face turns redder.
“O-Oh! Not that you don’t, um, look nice with it on! I was just, uh… I-I mean…”
From behind him, Evil Pomni calls his name between censored swear words, motioning aggressively for him to get back into the field. Evil Jax gives her a sheepish wave goodbye before running back out. He speeds past Jax, who heads back to the benching area with an irritable little look on his face. When Evil Jax passes him, Jax cranes his neck to watch him run, staring with visible disdain.
“What the heck was that about? He’s actin’ like some anime protagonist with a crush,” Jax huffs with a roll of his eyes. It’s subtle, but there’s a hint of animosity in his tone, something that dips just beneath the waves of his surface-level crudeness. It’s enough to make Pomni raise a brow at him, but he pointedly avoids her gaze, something that seemed to be common between both himself and his double.
That was… new.
Then, like clockwork, Jax’s grin falls back onto his face.
“Too afraid to flirt with the real thing, or what?”
Pomni feels her cheeks burn, and she takes a step back from him, utterly incredulous.
“I— what—”
Jax’s grin only widens further as he snickers wryly, actively delighting in toying with her like this, like he’s teasing a cat with a laser pointer. Pomni huffs after a moment, shaking it off as best as she can and ignoring the way his empty words made her heart race— it was just Jax being Jax, after all. Besides, he’s not one to talk— acting as If he wasn’t just flirting with her own clone mere minutes ago.
“Quit messing around,” she sighs exasperatedly, realizing this was just another ploy of his to get her riled up. Pomni finally sits the ridiculous hat back atop her head, resolutely taking a seat back on the bench and crossing her legs once more. Jax takes a seat beside her with another chuckle in response, spreading his legs as he rests an arm over the back. The skirt dips distractingly between his legs, and Pomni’s fast to redirect her attention back up to his face. No wonder her clone seemed to fascinated by it.
“Pfft, lighten up, Pom. You wouldn’t still be talkin’ to me if you didn’t like it.”
He says it in a teasing, lighthearted manner, but it flusters Pomni all the same. She looks away for a moment, fingers coming up to tuck her bangs aside as she decides to carefully steer the conversation away from whatever this was. Her heart beats a little too fast for her liking, but she tries to ignore it as best as she can.
Pomni found that, despite his general feisty attitude, Jax was surprisingly easy for her to talk to. The initial heat of their minor tiff melts away as he laughs at something she says, and Pomni feels her worries melt away in an instant. He has this sardonic charm to him that she just can’t seem to resist, an energy he so effortlessly produces that draws her to him.
One that her clone couldn’t seem to resist, either.
Pomni bristles at the thought, feels her jealously crawl beneath her skin.
She hates that she wants to know what was whispered between them, that she wants to know what was so funny. Pomni shifts in her seat.
She shouldn’t get so worked up over this.
She fidgets with her fingers.
After a moment, Kinger issues a team huddle, as does Coach Dictatorer, both of them motioning wildly for the respective teams to group together. It’s a welcome distraction from whatever was brewing inside of Pomni’s head, and she stands up from the bench. With a groan, Jax pushes off the bench, heading off with Ragatha and Gangle towards their coach, but Pomni doesn’t follow. No, her eyes instead find Evil Jax, who lags behind his group, and she gets an idea. An idea she wasn’t proud of, but one that persisted the moment it came into being.
Her eyes find the members of her own team, and she momentarily watches Kinger speak excitedly over their new game plan, waving his hands around in large, exaggerated motions. Nobody’s paying any attention to her.
Pomni feels her heartbeat pick up, feels an enthralling excitement rush throughout her limbs, something makes her body run feverishly hot. She scans the area quickly once more, running out to Evil Jax before he can meet up with the rest of his group. God, what a stupid, stupid idea, but it was one so thrilling that she just couldn’t pass it up.
Besides, if Jax can fool around with her clone, then Pomni doesn’t see why she can’t do the same with his.
“Hey,” she calls the moment she’s close enough, breath quickening. She can’t believe she’s doing this.
“O-Oh, hi,” Evil Jax stutters, turning to look at Pomni, “Um, what do you—”
Pomni motions with her hand for him to lean down, darting her eyes around as if she were about to commit a crime of some sort. With Jax’s petty behavior earlier, Pomni knows she’s toeing the line of something dangerous if he were to find out, but maybe that’s what makes this fiendish little idea all the more alluring to her.
Evil Jax leans down, and Pomni brings her hand up to the base of his ear to whisper a sultry little, “What do you say we get outta here? You and me.”
Evil Jax’s face burns red once more, and she hears him swallow thickly. He’s only looking at her this time, wide, yellow eyes saturated with nerves and expectant, as if waiting for her to elaborate. Pomni reaches for his hand, heat flaring in her stomach from just how large it was compared to hers. She runs a thumb over his knuckle before speaking again.
“I was thinking, um… maybe somewhere more private?” she asks, far more innocently this time. She’s not trying to scare him, after all. Pomni looks up at him invitingly, hoping he’ll take her up on her offer.
Evil Jax seems to finally get the hint, and the tips of his ears turn red with his blush as he gazes at her incredulously.
“O-Oh! You, uh…!” He brings a hand up to cover his mouth, frantically glancing over to the rest of his teammates, “Wh-What if, um… what if someone sees us? N-Not that I don’t, u-uh, want to—”
Pomni glances at her teammates; it would only be a matter of time before they noticed her absence if she were to leave. They still have their backs turned to her, but Pomni knows it won’t be long before they’re searching for her, wondering why she’s not participating. She looks back to Evil Jax, holding his hand in both of hers now.
“Don’t worry about that, we’ll, um… be quick.”
Evil Jax looks about ready to produce clouds of steam, sweating and blushing as he smiles awkwardly. His other hand comes up to fidget with the button of his overalls, and he spares one more quick glance to his blissfully unaware teammates. He looks back to Pomni, nodding with probably too much enthusiasm as his fingers curl around hers.
“U-Um, yes. Yes please, I mean. I’d u-uh… like that. I-If you want to, I mean.”
And God, does Pomni want to. Maybe it was to prove a point to Jax, or to satiate her own desires bubbling beneath her skin, the ones she’d set aside and neglected. Hell, maybe both— either way, she wanted to have some fun with this, be a little reckless for a change.
She takes Jax’s doppelganger by the hand, hurriedly leading him behind the benches of the stadium and away from the others, before their eyes start to wander. Evil Jax follows obediently, giggling shakily, his cheeks an even deeper shade of red. His hand, large and heavy in hers, trembles anxiously, and he brings his other one up to shyly cover his face as his eyes flit about. He stumbles over his own feet.
“S- So, uh… Where did you wanna… head off to? I-If you don’t mind me asking…”
“…To the, uh… locker room,” Pomni answers quietly, barely loud enough for him to hear. God, she was truly vile for this. She was vile for even considering it, and yet once the thought popped up in her head, she just couldn’t seem to get it to go away no matter what she tried. She’d never indulge in something so mindlessly carnal like this on a typical day, but this would be the only time. Just once to get this heated thrumming beneath her skin to settle, if only for a moment. Something to expel the senseless jealousy from seeing Jax flirt with her own clone.
It was only fair. She and Jax weren’t together anyways, and they could flirt with whoever the hell they wanted. So long as Evil Jax was okay with it, then so was she.
Finally, her eyes find it— the door to the men’s locker room. She heads towards it like she’s on a mission, her pace quickening. Once they’re inside, she shuts the door, turning the handle until it quietly clicks shut rather than slamming it closed. She feels like she’s about to burn right out of her own skin, ignited with sheer, unadulterated excitement.
“I was thinking…” she trails off, not quite letting go of the clone’s hand just yet. She turns it over in hers, her thumb gingerly rubbing against the back of his hand. Evil Jax hunches over a little more, sweat beading on his forehead as he smiles meekly. His fingers flex beneath her touch, but he doesn’t pull away, intently focused on Pomni.
“If you want, maybe we could… fool around?”
His droopy ears perk suddenly, his eyes going wide as he suddenly averts his gaze.
“O-Oh! You’re talking about…! Uh, well… Gosh, I… I-I mean, um… I just didn’t think, uh, you were interested in, um… that. With, uh, me.”
His other hand comes up to rub at his shoulder, and he’s practically sweating out of his skin. His eyes seem to find everything in the locker room except for Pomni’s eyes, like he’s paralyzed with nerves. Pomni can’t help but smile fondly to herself as he fidgets in place. She’s certain that if he were wearing a shirt under his overalls, he’d be tugging at the collar and releasing steam right about now. She doesn’t blame him— she feels just about the same.
Was it weird that she was attracted to this?
“W-We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Pomni reassures, bringing her other hand to rest on top of his in a comforting manner. His fingers tremble beneath her smaller ones, and Pomni can’t help but grow concerned, thinking maybe she’d pushed him too far out of his comfort zone. She gazes up at him, and when he finally looks down at her, he smiles, the corners of his lips curving in a wobbly manner.
“W-Well, uh… I mean, I-I really do want to. Only if you do, um... I-I just don’t want you to get in trouble with your teammates…”
Pomni reaches behind herself and locks the door. Now that she had his permission, there was no point keeping it unlocked. His ears perk again at the sound of the door locking and, even to Pomni, it sounds louder than usual. There’s a distinct shift in the atmosphere, charged with pressure as if she were in the eye of a hurricane. The rush is unlike any other Pomni’s ever felt. The heat, the risk— something about it all just sung soliloquies to that thrill-seeking part of her.
“Don’t worry about me,” Pomni giggles, bringing him over to one of the benches nearby. She doesn’t want to waste anymore time, not if she doesn’t have to.
“You wanna take a seat? I’m sure you’re tired of…” Pomni trails off as the clone does exactly as he’s told, no elaborating needed. He sits stiffly on one of the benches closest to the wall, hands balled up into fists on his lap and avoiding eye contact with Pomni as she tosses her ridiculous baseball cap aside, lets it clatter to the tiled floor.
“Wh-What, uh, what do you want me to do?” the clone timidly asks, eyes finally finding hers expectantly. Glittering with hope, like she’ll guide him in the right direction, like she’ll teach him the right approach on how best to please her.
Heat simmers beneath her skin, and her mouth dries from anticipation.
God, she can’t wait any longer.
“You can just, um, sit there and I’ll take care of the rest,” Pomni smiles gently, approaching to apprehensively stand between his legs. His eyes are wide, face flushed a deep crimson as he plants his hands awkwardly at his sides and watching as Pomni takes the lead. His eyes flit between hers, then swiftly down to her lips, and up to her eyes again. He’s nervous, that much was obvious, but there was that spark of excitement flickering in his gaze, eager to see what Pomni would do. Pomni takes a deep, unsatisfying breath to steady herself, fingers quaking.
Even while he’s sat down, Pomni still has to crane her neck up to look at him. She places her hands on his shoulders to break the ice, watches her fingers splay out over the thin layer of fur. She marvels at its velvety softness for a moment, the warmth that radiates beneath her palms. He shifts under her touch, leaning into her just slightly. Pomni brings her gaze up to Evil Jax’s face, opening her mouth to speak, but he beats her to it.
“C-Can I, uh, kiss you? Please?”
The words spill from his mouth in a rush, timorous and meek in a way that makes Pomni blush.
Pomni nods, standing on her toes to meet him halfway. He hesitates for a moment, and Pomni feels the tremble large hands finding her waist, the pull of his fingers drawing her closer. Then, his lips meet hers, sweetly and softly and so unlike the way she imagines Jax would kiss her. The clone makes a pleased little sound against her, moving his lips slowly.
It’s charming, Pomni can’t help but think. He kisses her so timidly, with so much care that she’d think she was made of glass for a moment. She brings one of her hands down to the strap of his overalls, and when she pulls away from his lips, the clone’s eyes flutter open, red-faced and dazed over a single kiss. The sight alone has something hot settling between her legs.
“…How was that?” Pomni asks, presenting him with the chance to opt out in case he’d changed his mind, “Are you… good?”
“Y-Yeah… Um, can we, uh, kiss again?”
She responds with another nod, pressing her lips against his once more. One of the clone’s hands comes up to cradle her cheek, and he tilts his chin to kiss her a little harder this time. Pomni sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself further into his warmth, relishing the feel of his hand when it moves from her waist to press at the small of her back. Distantly, she registers the muffled sound of the audience cheering, but it’s not registered nearly as clearly as the soft groan she gets from Evil Jax.
Feeling bold, Pomni decides to take it a step further. She licks at his lips, face flushing at the startled little gasp she earns, and moans when the clone grants her access with ease. Their tongues slide against eachother, and the clone relinquishes control to Pomni with eagerness, lets her guide him and control the pace however she pleases.
And God, it’s making her head spin. Each kiss feels as if it’s tearing her asunder, electricity sparking over her skin. This was a new low for her— she knew it— but if nothing really mattered in this personalized hellhole, then what was the harm, really? They’re both consenting adults and she’s just… having a little fun. Indulging in a silly fantasy. That had been the whole point of all the adventures today, right?
She tells herself whatever she needs to in order to feel less guilty, not that she has to try for very long, as all of her thoughts were swiftly melting away like candle wax with each kiss and sigh. Pomni pulls away for a moment, moving instead to kiss at the clone’s neck, trailing down, down to his chest. She drags her hands over his overalls once more, thumbs resting teasingly atop the buttons.
Pomni leaves open-mouthed kisses over the expanse of his chest, each one hungrier than the last. However desperate or depraved this might be, she can’t find it in herself to care in the moment. The clone whines above her, and his quivering hands rest over her shoulders encouragingly. After a moment, Pomni looks back up at him, enthralled by the heat simmering in his gaze, the scarlet consuming his face.
She brings her hands just a little further down, positively drooling over the way his breathing quickens, the way he tenses when her fingers reach the hem of his overalls. He’s hot to the touch, and his breath hitches when she rests her hands on his waist, her eyes falling down to where he’s already half-hard. Pomni swallows thickly at the imprint taunting her, and she leaves a few more kisses on his chest before speaking again.
“Can I get this off you?” she sweetly asks, her thumb flicking over the button to the strap of his overalls, “I wanna, um… suck you off. Only if you want me to.”
Evil Jax moans, pressing himself further into her. One of his hands flies up to cover his mouth, and he pinches his eyes shut, embarrassed. Desire burns like molten lava inside of Pomni, and she brings one of her hands down to his inner thigh, fingers just shy of where he presses insistently against the fabric of his own clothing. She wants him so badly, wants to rock against him until her legs give out.
“P-Please? Is that, um, okay?” he sighs, polite as ever even as he spreads his legs wider. Sweat beads at the top of his forehead, and the jester gives him a nod in response, finding herself enraptured by his timorouness, the whininess in his voice. “Please do. I w-wanna feel you…”
Pomni kisses over his chest once more, drags her tongue over him like she’s making a claim on his body; an artist to their canvas, each stroke more passionate than the last.
“You will, I promise,” she murmurs like a prayer, moving her lips to the button holding his overalls together and unclasping it with her teeth. The clone watches her like he’s been put under a spell, his breath shaky when her other hand wanders up his inner thigh to fondle his length, stroking him unhurriedly over his clothing. One strap falls loosely over his shoulder as she unwraps her present, and Pomni brings her teeth over the other button, unclasping it with ease.
“O-Oh, you’re really… good at that,” the clone moans, hardening further under her hand. Pomni kisses her way down his body, dropping to her knees as she shucks his overralls down, down to where they bunch up at his waist. The doppelganger hovers his hands up, almost like he’s afraid to touch her, but it doesn’t bother Pomni in the slightest. She’s more focused on the prize awaiting her, her mouth watering when his dick springs free.
When she brings her gaze up to him, he shyly averts his gaze, acting as if his dick wasn’t right in her face.
“Th-This is so embarrassing…” he whimpers, “Wh-What if, um, someone hears us…?”
Pomni shivers. The idea of someone walking in on her like this was utterly humiliating as much as it was exciting, and she almost feels ashamed for finding any amount of enjoyment from the question asked. Desire burns between her legs once more, and Pomni presses her thighs together involuntarily, moving to kiss at the base of the clone’s length. He sighs in response, looking down at Pomni with a particular curiousness.
“Mm… Y-You… Do you, um… want someone to hear us, P-Pomni?”
She can feel the hotness of the blush consuming her face, and Pomni opts not to answer, instead taking him on her tongue. The answer’s humiliatingly obvious enough— she doesn’t need to say it aloud. The thought of someone— maybe even Jax, walking past and hearing their lewd noises of sin from the other side of the door floods her mind, makes heat rush southward.
The clone gasps sharply, his legs twitching, almost as if they’d tried to close on instinct, and he watches her intently. Pomni runs her tongue on the underside, breath hot against his skin when she exhales, and she savors the taste of him, the way he throbs for her over nothing more than a few touches and kisses. Her other hand massages at his inner thigh, and she inches forward on her knees just a little closer, eager to get to business.
“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, please just tell me to stop,” she hums, dragging her tongue just beneath the head. He’s slick with her saliva, and she starts stroking him slowly, the lewd, slick sounds of her glove on flesh loud in the otherwise quiet room. His fingers twitch at his sides, and one of his hands come to rest awkwardly atop his thigh, like he’s not sure what to do with them. It’s endearing in all the right ways, and God, it’s doing something awful to Pomni’s stomach. It has her head fogging with lust and has her mouth watering at the sight of him.
She can’t wait to take him for a ride.
“U-Um, I will,” he meekly mutters, his eyelids fluttering when Pomni takes all of him in her mouth, not breaking eye contact. His ears twitch and flick at the obscene sounds of her swallowing him down, and he shivers, “Oh— N-Not that you’ve, um, ah, done anything that’d make me… uh…”
Pomni has the pleasure of derailing his train of thought as she begins to bob her head, sucking him down at a slow, but gratifying rhythm. The rest of his sentence is reduced to nothing more than sighs and stifled, needy little moans filling the air as Pomni goes down on him, heat pulsing in her core when the head of his dick kisses the back of her throat.
She tears wanton cries of pleasure from his lungs, and Pomni takes him deeper, splaying her hands out over his thighs like she owns them. She gags, and her throat burns, but it’s all worth it just to make him writhe, to turn his face new shades of scarlet, to make his hips twitch beneath her. She moans around him, letting her eyes fall shut as she swirls her tongue around his length. He feels even bigger now that she’s got him down her throat, and she drips at the thought of taking all of him inside of her.
Pomni can’t help but imagine the real Jax leering down at her, his smirk cracking at the edges as she pleases him, the cruel words he’d fling her way and how it’d make her rub her thighs together. He’d order her to go faster, bring one of his hands to the back of her head and clutch at her hair as he thrusted inside of her as if she were nothing more than a sex toy.
The thought alone has her bobbing her head faster, and her saliva dribbles down the clone’s length and her chin, seeping into his thin fur. Pomni clenches around nothing, swirling her tongue around his hardness as she imagines the noises she’ll tear from him once she’s sat in his lap.
“Oh— God,” he tosses his head back, and it thunks hard against the wall. The clone’s hands move to grasp at her hair, his fingers shaky, but gentle as they comb through the strands encouragingly. His feet continuously shift beneath her, almost like he’s restraining himself, and Pomni can’t help but preen, knowing she’s making him feel like this. It makes something hot twist inside of her, makes her feel drunk with lust. She rubs her thighs together, and when that isn’t enough, she brings her other hand down between her legs to touch herself over her clothing, thrusting herself on her fingers.
“P-Pomni…” Evil Jax whines, his voice high-pitched and on the verge of breaking. Pomni takes him down all the way to the base, moaning around his length when the head presses harder against the back of her throat. He sucks in a breath sharply, moving one of his hands to grasp at her shoulder instead. Not to take control, but to ground himself as Pomni bobs her head faster, her pace picking up as she dismantles him from the inside out.
He moans brokenly, voice light and airy and so unlike the normal Jax, cradles her like she’s a brittle flower blooming in a cold winter. His hips twitch every time she descends, and when he looks down at her, his face is consumed with a deep crimson, lust shrouding his eyes. His breath trembles, and beside her, Pomni can hear one of his feet thumping repeatedly with excitement against the floor. She involuntarily rocks against her own hand, her cheeks hollowing when she swallows his length down again.
Fuck, he’s cute.
“Y-You’re so pretty like this— oh, God… You f-feel so good…” he whines, murmuring praises like it’s all he knows how to do.
He cants his hips into Pomni’s mouth timidly, like he’s afraid he’ll choke her if he goes any harder. The clone sobs, tossing his head back once more as he lets Pomni do whatever she wants with him. Pomni pulls off of him for a moment to let him catch his breath, enthralled by the way he slouches just a little more in his seat and spreads his legs wider, like he’s chasing the heat of her tongue.
“God, Pomni… I-I’m so close… C-Can I…”
He brings one of his larger hands down to hers, gingerly taking it in his own and guiding her back to where he needs her. Pomni rests her hand at the base of his cock, stroking him slowly, slow enough that she knows he won’t get any real pleasure out of it. He looks down at her wantonly, a thick haziness resting in his pleading, watery eyes.
“P-Please let me finish…” he shivers when she licks at him again. Pomni massages his thigh, dragging her tongue up and down the base of his dick, but not taking him down. Maybe she was in a rush to sneak a quick one out of him before they found their way into the locker room, but with the way Evil Jax was sobbing and begging without even having to be told to, Pomni was starting to think that the pendulum was swinging in the opposite direction.
She doesn’t want the fun to end so soon, adventure be damned.
She kisses at the tip of his cock, lapping up the bead of precum that drips from him like sweet nectar. The clone sighs, using one of his hands to tenderly sweep her bangs out of her face so he can look at her properly. His fingers quake with an unfettered hunger, and his eyes are saturated with desperation. The look alone seems to whisper to some wicked part inside of Pomni, the part that makes her want to tease him until he just couldn’t take it anymore.
But alas, she’d need to wrap this up sometime soon if she wanted to avoid suspicion from the others.
“Pomni, please… I-I’ll do whatever you want. J-Just go down on me again. God, p-please, I want it so badly.”
Pomni can’t help the light laugh that falls from her lips. He’s so obedient that it was hard to imagine the regular Jax in his place. The only thing they had in common was their appearance.
“You’re such a good boy,” she murmurs against his length amusedly, not intending for it to sound as filthy as it did.
“I-I…” he stutters, bringing one of his hands up to shyly cover his face. He really was precious, and it only made Pomni all the more eager to get him off, to see for herself the way that he writhes when he’s overcome by his orgasm. “Um, thank you…” he breathes, voice wobbly, “I w-wanna be good for you… I-If you’ll let me…”
He’s so desperate for her approval, her praise, hell even her acknowledgement that it makes Pomni’s head spin. Nobody has ever been this eager to please her, to bend to her will without her even having to lift a finger. She can’t help but rock a little more urgently against her hand, hungry for any amount of friction she can get.
“I promise, you are being good,” Pomni sighs lightly against his dick, cutting herself off with a needy moan as she feels her wetness seep through her clothing. The clone’s ear flicks at the sound of her, and he shivers, his dark pupils dilating just a little more as he watches her rock into her palm.
“You’re being so obedient and behaving so well,” Pomni continues, kissing at his length, “If you keep that up, I’ll even let you finish in my mouth. How does that sound?”
She strokes him a little harder this time, relishing the sharp snap of his hips it garners in response. He’s gazing down at her with a transparent, heady lust, his breathing ragged as she thrusts the image into his head, the image of his spend running down her chin. He looks utterly entranced by the idea, and pre dribbles down from his cock, running down her fingers.
“Th-That sounds good, Pomni… Oh, oh… So good. So good…”
Satisfied with that response, Pomni takes him down again, fully intending to finish him off this time. He whines noisily as she takes him all the way to the base, and his fingers grasp at her hair once more.
He rocks his hips into her mouth with more enthusiasm this time and an arm thrown over his face as he moans softly. Pomni rests her palms over his hips for support, encouraging his greedy little thrusts into her mouth and groaning around him. The clone makes these whiny, pathetic sobs that make Pomni want to suck him off until tears are streaming down his face. His hands twitch in her hair before clenching in a tight grip, and Pomni moans as she swallows down his precum. His hips stutter, and his moans raise in pitch.
“Pomni— P-Pomni, I’m gonna…” he cries, voice wobbly, “Please let me, I-I’m doing what you asked of me….”
“You are,” she praises, mesmerized by the way her saliva glistens when it runs down his throbbing length. Pomni kisses him once more, looking up at the clone through her lashes lasciviously. He squirms under her gaze, his breath hitching when Pomni licks at him teasingly. She rocks into her hand in tandem, feels herself clench around nothing as she imagines just how well he’d fill her up. “You can finish.”
He pants above her, carding his fingers through her hair once again, something pleading in his gaze.
“C-Can I please…? In your, uh, mouth… I-If that’s okay?”
Pomni laughs breathily against him.
“You’re so sweet. Yes, go ahead. You’ve earned it.”
She sucks him down once more, heat flaring under her skin at the little noise it gets from him. His hand finds the back of her head again, fingers grasping desperately at her hair as Pomni bobs her head faster.
“Th-Thank you, Pomni. Thank you— oh!”
He keens, and Pomni feels tears prick her eyes as he cums down her throat. It burns in the most addicting way, and she gags as he continues thrusting mindlessly into her. Pomni grinds against her hand as he comes down from his high, but it’s not enough. She feels almost feverishly hot, carnal desire thrumming in her core at the sight of what she’d just done to him. She wants to ride him until all he can manage are just his weak little strings of “thank you”s, until her damn legs give out.
God, she wonders what this would be like with the real Jax.
The door opens.
She hastily pulls herself off of Evil Jax, saliva connecting her lips to his dick.
“Pomni, you in here? God, we’ve been looking everywhere—”
Jax enters the room, back in typical attire, and promptly cuts himself off at the scene he’s just walked into. His eyebrows raise high over his head, and his eyes dart between Pomni and the clone, wide with astonishment. He’s entirely frozen to the spot.
“J-Jax!” Pomni exclaims, swiftly using the back of her hand to wipe away the evidence of her pathetic self-indulgence running down her chin in a poor attempt to save face. The clone frantically covers himself up, jolting upright. “U-Uh… I didn’t think… I mean, it’s not what it looks like— I, um, th-thought I locked the door, uh…”
Jax just stares at her for a moment, his disbelief apparent, then raises up a key.
“You, uh… you did.”
Pomni swallows thickly, her breathing picking up and her fingers shaking. She feels the humiliation begin to seep into her very bones, and she brings herself up off of her knees to stand as she fidgets anxiously, careful to avoid looking at Evil Jax. God, how could she have just forgotten that Jax had keys to everywhere? Was she really so blinded by her simple-minded lust and jealousy that she had forgotten to take that into account?
It’s quiet for only a moment, but it feels like an eternity to Pomni with the awkwardness hanging thick in the air. She drops her gaze to the floor, feeling her soul wilt as the weight of Jax’s stare falls onto her. God, what must he think of her right now? They’d only just taken the path to a budding friendship, and then Pomni had to go and do something as stupid and reckless as this. She feels sick towards herself.
She hears the door close, and Pomni feels her stomach drop, knowing Jax had just left without saying a word. A cold, bitter shame fills her person in an instant.
Then, she hears something that makes her stomach turn again.
The sound of the lock clicking into place.
“Well?” Jax prompts. Pomni looks up from the floor to where he stands, watching the way he crosses his arms and leans against the door, deceptively aloof as always even in this predicament. His smirk is wolfish, and amusement sparks in his eyes, but Pomni spots a peculiar tremble in his fingers and hears a certain wavering in his voice.
“Don’t get all shy now just ‘cause I’m here. Actin’ aaaall innocent like you weren’t just suckin’ him down a minute ago, huh?” he taunts, nodding Evil Jax’s way before heading in her direction with purpose.
Pomni’s face reddens, her brain incapable of keeping up with the way things were unfolding before her. She takes a step back from him when Jax approaches, unsure if this was another joke or game of his. She’s just supplied him with premium blackmail material considering what he’s just walked into, but there’s a hunger in his gaze, something far too authentic to be part of some ruse.
“I— uh…”
“You… what?” He prompts again, leaning down and resting his hands on his knees as he drops to Pomni’s eye level. There’s a sinister delight playing on his face, not the appalled disgust Pomni was expecting to find, but it’s fragile. It’s an empty promise— the usual front that Jax put up, the one that cracks at the edges. She swallows hard again, finding herself enthralled despite it all. “C’mon. I’d love to hear how you defend yourself on this one.”
Pomni’s eyes flit between his, then she turns to look at Evil Jax, still covering himself up as he catches his breath from his orgasm. He meets her gaze sheepishly, his already flushed face darkening further. What was there to defend? Jax was clearly aware of what he’d walked into, despite Pomni’s initial response to deny what was happening.
She sighs, her heart pounding a little faster when she meets Jax’s gaze head-on once more.
“Th-There’s… nothing to defend. I just, um… wanted to have some fun, I guess.”
She won’t mention feeling jealous over her own clone, nor will she mention anything about her silly fantasies about Jax. This was depraved enough as it was, moreso now that she was caught. Besides, she figured that was obvious enough as it was; why else would she hook up with a clone of someone she knows?
A violet blush finds Jax’s cheeks, his expression unreadable for a moment before souring, and then he glowers at his doppelganger.
“What, with him? Pfft, there’s no way he could’a given you any fun of real substance.”
She blinks, wondering if maybe she’d misheard him, or something. A warmth flickers in Pomni’s gut. She feels it spread beneath her skin and burn on her inner thighs. Jax was clearly interested in whatever was going on here— hell, she’d even say he’s even jealous of his own clone— and with that being the case, Pomni thinks that maybe she can have the real thing, after all.
And then some.
Emboldened, she plays her next card with a little more confidence. Her fingers are jittery with excitement, eager for all of this tension to come to a head, for one of them to give in first. She flicks the domino over with purpose, eager to see what’ll play out from here, to see where this’ll lead to.
“And… you think you can?”
Jax’s brows raise comedically high at that, his face turning a shade darker.
“I…” he trails off, at a loss for words, for once. For a moment, Pomni thinks she might’ve messed this all up, that she’d been far too forward. She swallows thickly, hoping her nervousness wasn’t as apparent as she felt like it was.
With a shaky confidence, Jax finally responds, his grin wide and lackadaisical, “I know I can. What, don’t tell me I need to prove it to ya?
It’s Pomni’s turn to be surprised now. Her face turns redder, a nervousness suddenly crawling up her throat. The clone was one thing, but having the real Jax to fool around with was another thing entirely. He stares at her expectantly, arms crossed in a nonchalant manner with his usual smirk, but Pomni can sense that he’s ready to dart out of the door at a moment’s notice. His finger taps on his forearm, not with impatience, but with visible anxiety. Ready to flee the scene if she rejected his advances.
Like there’s even a chance that she would.
“Maybe… you do.”
The tension is palpable, hanging thick in the air like static electricity. Jax’s expression twists with surprise, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. For a moment, Pomni wonders if maybe she’s said the wrong thing, wonders if maybe she’s played the wrong card, but then something hungry saturates his gaze, and Pomni knows she’s just flipped a switch in him.
“…Sheesh, you’re more of a pervert than I thought you’d be,” he chuckles, placing his hands on his hips. Jax averts his gaze, and his fingers twitch. He seems pensive for a moment, dark eyes flitting towards the door before looking back to Pomni.
“…Alright. Let’s just make this quick.”
Pomni’s heart beats ever faster, about ready to pound right out of her chest.
They’re really doing this.
Jax saunters over to the bench, sitting himself beside his double, who covers himself up. Jax just glowers at him, leaning back in the bench and spreading his arms over the back, feigning a cool, laid back attitude, but he can’t quite seem to meet Pomni’s eyes, and his foot taps against the floor, likely to ease some of his nerves.
“…God, this is weird. Get a load of this guy. Oh— well… Guess you already did, huh.”
Pomni glances between the two for a moment, face turning red from humiliation at Jax’s words and bringing her hand up to swipe at her lips again, feeling as if there was still some evidence staining her face. She has both of them on the bench awaiting her attention. It feels almost too good to be true, but Pomni can’t let her nerves get the best of her now— not while they’re both here. She feels like she’s about to burst right out of her skin.
Jax glowers at his clone, who still covers himself up with embarrassment.
“Oh, lay off it, wouldja? We both know what we look like down there.”
Evil Jax just gives a meager little smile in response, relaxing only a small amount with a soft mumble of an apology.
Pomni inches forward, heading Jax’s way and watching the way his eyes widen as she closes the distance. He tenses instantly once she places a tentative hand on his knee, testing the waters. Jax bristles under her touch, thrumming with nerves. His gaze flits from her hand to her face, struggling to maintain eye contact. He shifts apprehensively, moving his knee like he’s trying to sever her touch, but stops himself.
“Um…” Pomni starts, unsure of where she plans to take the rest of her sentence from here. Her mouth suddenly feels dry, and her palms feel clammy. She can feel the way he’s wound taut beneath her palm, tense with anxiety despite all of his earlier amorous talk. All bark and no bite it would seem, but Pomni wasn’t going to continue if he was uncomfortable with the contact. “W-We don’t have to if you don’t—”
“I-I want to,” Jax asserts in what Pomni would dare deem an almost shy manner. Then, he looks away, cheeks turning violet once more as he glares at nothing. “Eugh, don’t make this weird.”
Pomni blinks, sweat beading at her brow as she removes her hand from Jax’s knee.
“U-Um, it’s okay to be nervous—“
His eyes finally meet hers, brows narrowed as if she’d just flung an accusation his way.
“I ain’t nervous.”
Then, as if to prove her wrong, Jax’s hands shoot out, gripping Pomni hard by her waist, and he pulls her into him, crashing his lips into hers. Jax groans heatedly, roughly moving his lips against hers like he’s got something to prove. Their teeth clack, and he can’t quite seem to find the right angle, but she’s more entranced by his enthuasiasm rather than his inexperience. It’s all the consent Pomni needs, and her hands rove over his body eagerly, small palms dragging over his arms, shoulders, chest, neck, whatever she can get a hold of.
Pomni gasps when he pulls away from her, the taste of him on her tongue new and riveting and exciting. She already wants another, another to prove that this was real and this was happening. Her hands grip at the straps of his overalls hard, breath hitching when he leans down to speak to her.
“How’s that for nervous?”
Pomni hums wistfully, taking the chance to climb into his lap and straddle him. Jax’s expression changes from a shaky confidence to stark nervousness in an instant, his back straightening once Pomni’s made herself comfortable. One of Evil Jax’s hands finds her thigh, and he gazes at her adoringly, as if she’d woven the digital constellations into the sky. Jax’s ear flicks irritably, and he places his hands one Pomni’s waist, his grip loose with apprehension.
Just as Pomni opens her mouth to speak, one of the clone’s large hands drags up from her thigh to gingerly cup at her breast over her clothing, the other tucking aside a few locks of her hair. She’s looking his way now, feeling her face warm up as Evil Jax leans in once more, mirth sparkling in his gaze.
“S-Sorry… You just look so pretty… I wanna, um, kiss you again.”
He timidly leans forward, his eyes flitting down to her lips, as if asking for permission. Pomni reaches out to him, bringing him forward by the neck so she can meet him halfway. Despite still being Jax, he kisses her entirely differently. Shyly and unhurriedly, moving his lips softly against hers as his other hand falls back down to his weeping cock, slowly stroking himself back to hardness. The hand on her breast massages the skin slowly, and Pomni can’t help the moan that tumbles from her lips in response.
She places her hand on the clone’s, removing it from his own dick and stroking him with hers instead. He sighs into her lips, kissing her sweetly and pressing harder into her. His tongue slides against hers apprehensively, almost like he’s savoring the taste of her. Between her thighs, she can feel Jax hardening, feels him lean forward to sink his teeth into her throat. She keens into the clone’s mouth, melting into Jax’s touch when his grip grows a little tighter, a little more possessive.
“Pomni,” Jax calls, a harsh edge to his tone, his breath hot on her skin, “We gonna get this movin’, or what? M’not here to watch you make out with a cheap Walmart version of myself.”
Pomni pulls away from the clone reluctantly, but makes no effort to stop him when his lips instead travel down to join Jax at her neck, licking and sucking at her carefully. His ears tickle her cheek and chin, and he cants his hips weakly into her hand, sighing softly into her throat.
“F-Fine,” she concedes, but before she can do just that, the clone’s fingers find their way onto the buttons of her leotard, lingering with intent, but not unbuttoning them just yet. She can’t help the smile that tugs on her lips; admittedly, watching Jax get jealous over his own clone was a different brand of amusing. The tables have turned in her favor, and Pomni’s living for it.
Evil Jax looks up at her for a moment, his smile small.
“U-Um… Can I get this off of you?”
“Y-Yeah,” she stutters, overwhelmed with excitement, “Please do.”
Pomni leans into the clone’s touch, letting him gingerly remove her clothing button by button. He kisses at her neck and jaw as he does so, letting Jax’s insults fall off of him like water off a duck’s back. That, or he’s just more focused on undressing Pomni. Jax just huffs irritably, pulling away from Pomni for a moment to undo the buttons of his own suspenders and hurriedly shucking the clothing down until it bunches up around his waist.
Once her leotard suit is fully unbuttoned, Pomni shucks it off, leaving her in only her undergarments. She gives the clone a chaste kiss on the lips, moaning when he attaches his hand back onto her breast, his fingers dipping beneath her bra to fondle her skin. She brings her hand up to pet him, caressing the top of his head before giving his chin a scratch. He hums pleasedly, blush staining his cheeks.
“You’re such a good boy,” she hums, not missing the way both of their tall rabbit ears perk at her praise, “I didn’t even have to ask you to remove my clothes.”
Pomni rewards him by stroking his saliva-soaked dick once more, her grip tighter this time, moving at a gratifying pace. Evil Jax moans, rocking his hips in tandem needily, gripping onto her like a lifeline. His cheeks redden, and he meets her in an open-mouthed kiss, thrusting into her waiting lips tongue-first once, twice, before speaking again. His voice is gravelly with lust, coming undone with every pump of her fist.
“O-Of course… I wanna— ah, make you feel as good as you… make me feel.”
Before Pomni can even think to speak, he’s claiming her lips once more, groaning into her mouth. Teeth sink into her bottom lip, and his other hand comes up to cradle the back of her neck, drawing her deeper into him. She whines in response, not missing the way Jax rocks into her. Despite his earlier protest, it seems like he’s enjoying the show between his double and Pomni far more than he’s letting on.
He shivers beneath her, moaning softly when Pomni shifts over his hardness. She marvels at each new reaction she gets from him,the way his brows pinch together, the way he grits his teeth when he tries to stifle a sound of pleasure. It’s new, uncharted territory waiting to be explored, and Pomni wants to know what other kinds of responses she can garner from him. With an irritable growl, Jax’s fingers grip into Pomni’s skin just a little harder.
“Ugh, boooring,” Jax complains with a roll of his eyes. He shifts beneath Pomni, pulling his dick out and making a show out of stroking himself, starved for her attention like a flower craving the light of the sun. Pomni’s eyes hungrily follow the motion, her mind entirely short-circuiting for a moment and barely catching onto Jax’s following words.
“Gimme a turn, Pomni. You sucked him off and he looked like he was seein’ the gates of heaven. Show me what I’m missin’ out on.”
There was something sinfully enticing about seeing Jax getting so worked up over his double, something that seemed to serenade her in all the right ways. Some part of her wanted to fan the flames even more, see just how possessive she could make him get over her. The thought alone makes her wetness seep into her underwear.
Pomni removes her hand from Evil Jax’s length in favor of Jax’s, pressing it over her lower stomach just to see how much of her he’d fill up. She strokes him slowly, feeling jittery with nerves, the idea of actually having sex with him, having him inside of her. She swallows thickly, bringing her gaze up to him as she recollects herself. Jax watches her stroke him with a heated gaze, his eyes following her hand as it goes up and down, up and down.
“Maybe I can do you one better,” she offers instead, leaning into the clone’s touch when his finger flicks over her nipple, trapped beneath her bra. His ear tickles her chin when he kisses at her chest, and she laughs breathily, thoroughly enjoying the annoyed scoff it gets from Jax. Pomni wouldn’t consider herself the vengeful type, but she had to admit, it was a little gratifying to give Jax a taste of his own medicine.
“If you wanna get me outta this, maybe I could… take you for a ride?”
Jax’s face turns a darker shade of violet, his brows arching high over his head, whatever previous scorn for his double vanishing in an instant, replaced by those hidden nerves resurfacing once more. He swallows thickly, and his laugh is strained, but he leans in closer with interest, signature smirk back on his face once more.
“Maybe you can.”
This time, Jax doesn’t let the clone beat him to it. No, he’s fast to reach behind Pomni this time, the smugness of his expression faltering when his fingers awkwardly battle with the clasp of her bra for a moment before he’s able to wrestle it off. Pomni can’t help but find herself captivated by his inexperience, the way he pretends he isn’t entirely overcome with nerves right now. He removes it from her, tossing it aside somewhere onto the floor. His thumb hooks into the waistband of her underwear, reeling back and letting it snap onto her skin. With a heady noise of surprise, Pomni lifts herself up on her knees, helping him remove the garment until there was nothing left for him to remove.
The two of them eye her, large, dark eyes dragging over every inch of her exposed body like a pack of wolves to a lone sheep, and she shivers under their gazes with desire. Heat travels southward, running hotter when Jax tentatively places his hands on her breasts. Pomni can’t help but feel embarrassed; with her small breasts and his large hands, she knows she’s not exactly filling his palms up.
It hardly seems to matter to Jax at all, though. He ogles her breasts lustfully, thumbing over her nipple.
“Cute,” he wistfully hums. His grin drops when he sees his clone lean forward to leave a trail of kisses down her chest, his destination towards her other, unclaimed nipple clear. Jax growls, surging forward to claim the breast beneath his palm before his double can bring his lips to her other nipple, and Pomni cries out at the feeling of his tongue on her, the sting of his teeth, like he’s trying to leave a mark. Her world spins like a top, and when the clone suckles gingerly at her other breast, she slaps one of her hands over her mouth to stifle her noises. She grinds against Jax’s hardness involuntarily, relishing the noisy groan it gets from him.
It feels so good, the feeling of their hands grasping at her like they’re worshipping her, their tongues dragging over her sizzling skin. Jax sinks his teeth into her breast like he’s trying to carve his name into her flesh, mouthing and suckling tightly at her while his clone kisses sweetly at her nipple, laving his tongue over the bud in a slow, heated drag. The obscene sounds of them claiming her skin fill the air, along with Pomni’s muffled sounds of sin, and she grinds a little more desperately against Jax. The hot and cold makes her see stars for a moment, and she can feel herself dripping over his dick. The heat is dizzying, all-encompassing, like their touch alone leave a trail of flames beneath their fingertips.
Her other hand clambers for purchase over Jax’s shoulder, and her body jolts with pleasure when he bites hard at her nipple, framing it with his teeth.
“Mm!” She whines, removing her hand from her mouth, “J-Jax, hang on, hang on…”
Evil Jax pulls away from her in an instant, his eyes wide with worry. Jax, however, takes an extra moment or two to suckle tightly at her skin, pulling off of her with a lewd pop before looking up at her with mischief in his eyes.
Pomni gasps for air, overstimulated by all the contact, the touching. She was already aversive to touch as it was, but this was another level entirely. If she doesn’t take a moment to cool off, she’s certain the fun will end before it even really begins.
“O-Oh! Sorry… Was I too, um, rough?” Evil Jax asks, concerned as he soothingly rubs at her arm. Jax laughs at his response, and if Pomni weren’t so out of breath, she would’ve, too.
“You? Rough? Don’t make me laugh,” Jax cackles. He’s growing more confident by the moment, his ego no doubt inflating at the sight of Pomni’s greed, and God, it was doing all sorts of terrible things to her. “Pomni’s a tough girl. Betcha she’s gettin’ off to all this attention. Ain’t that right, Pom?”
“I…” she breathes out, dropping herself back onto Jax’s lap to give her legs a break. The relief is immediate, and she drops her forehead onto Jax’s chest with a weak shiver, giving her tilted realm of reality a moment to right itself, “G-Gimme a sec.”
“Awww, poor thing’s already runnin’ out of gas,” Jax sneers.
“I-I didn’t mean to, um, o-overwhelm you, Pomni, I was just trying to make you feel, um, good.”
“Ugh, keep tryin’. She only needs me, anyway. And quit worryin’ about her, wouldja? Pomni wouldn’t still be here if she wasn’t totally into this. Just look for yourself.”
Jax shifts Pomni slightly, just enough for him to see where her wetness stains the length of his dick. She drips onto his hardness, and she flushes with embarrassment as he exposes her, her hands flying up to cover her face. Jax grins wolfishly, hunger saturating his gaze as he hums with pleasure. His clone’s brows raise with interest, lust filling his gaze as he practically drools over her.
“Oh… g-gosh, that’s so…” he trails off, words failing him.
“Hot?” Jax finishes, far too pleased with himself.
“Um… Y-Yes.”
“Eat your heart out.”
Pomni can’t help but giggle breathily to herself, arousal flaring all over again at the smug, overly satisfied look playing on Jax’s face. With a few more breaths to steady herself, she regains her bearings— most of them, anyway. Just enough to beg for more.
“Please touch me,” Pomni whines, voice barely above a whisper, a simple, hushed prayer for more that has both Jaxes acting immediately, moving on command.
They reach down for her at the same time, pausing when their hands nearly touch just under where she’s soaked. Jax shoots a glare at his clone with alarming speed, and the clone retracts his hand just as fast, laughing anxiously. Pomni swallows thickly at the blatant display of possessiveness, feeling hotter and hotter by the second. She hadn’t even thought that Jax might feel this way towards her, and yet he can’t even give her up to his lookalike for just a brief moment.
Slowly, Jax presses two of his thick fingers inside of her, hissing through his teeth.
“God— you’re really gettin’ off to this, aren’t you? Dripping all over the place ‘cause one of me just wasn’t enough.”
Pomni moans, taking his fingers inside of her until she meets his knuckle. Just one of his fingers alone could plunge further inside of her than her own meager ones ever could, and she shivers as she adjusts to the intrusion. She grips onto his arms like a lifeline, panting as sweat beads at her forehead. Jax’s dark eyes are wide with wolfish interest, finely attuned to every reaction he can get out of her.
“I-I think it’s cute…” Evil Jax chimes In, breathless as he fixates on where Jax presses inside of her. He brings his gaze back up to Pomni’s, leaning in to mouth at the corner of her mouth before speaking again, “I-It’s okay if you need two of us… We’re right here.”
He moves to kiss her, but once again, Jax is faster. He crashes their lips together with greed and vitriol, groaning as he shoves his tongue past Pomni’s lips. She swallows down his noises, moving her hips to bounce on thick fingers, addicted to the way they fill her up. She can’t help but find it charming, that, despite his lack of experience, Jax was too overcome by his jealousy to pay it much mind, more concerned with the baser, carnal desires of just taking.
She feels the clone kissing gently, almost insistently at her cheek, and Pomni pulls away from Jax to kiss him. They’re both so hungry for her attention, and Pomni was only one person, but at the same time, she enjoys showering them with it, like tossing bread crumbs to a flock of pigeons. The clone moans softly against her, finger reaching down to rub her clit, and Pomni keens as their shared, all-encompassing heat makes her crumble.
Her thighs shake for a moment, fingers gripping Jax’s arms with considerably more force this time. She feels magma brewing beneath her skin, and her orgasm creeps upon her like climbing ivy, fast and far too soon, but she doesn’t want this to come to an end, not when she hasn’t had either of their dicks inside of her yet. She stills on Jax’s fingers for a moment, willing away the thrumming pressure buzzing throughout every inch of her body.
“H-Hang on, I-I’m gonna… Oh, God…” she moans, rocking rhythmlessly onto Jax’s hand, torn between rocking into the clone’s hand, or onto Jax’s. She’s entirely surrendered herself to the calling of lust, her body aching for something thicker than just two fingers to fill it already. Jax fingers quiver with excitement, and he angles them a little more, just enough to make her see stars.
“Sheesh, Pom. Just let go already, will ya? Don’t you want me to finish you off?”
“N-Not yet. Not until you’re inside me,” she gasps, her chest heaving for air. Her fingers quiver over his thin, violet fur, and Pomni pants hard. She drops her forehead onto Jax’s chest, her brows pinching together tightly as she tries to gather the words, “Either one of you. I just— God, I need it so badly already, I can’t wait any longer…”
Jax groans gutturally as he eases his fingers out of Pomni, sweat running down the sides of his face. The clone removes his hand from her clit, instead massaging at her hip in a comforting motion and nuzzling into her neck. The heat of his breath on her sweat-slick skin makes Pomni shiver.
“Mm, you’re doing really well, Pomni… I-If you want, um, maybe I could—”
“No, you can’t,” Jax interrupts with a raggedness in his voice, not bothering to hear anything out from his doppelganger. He spreads his soaked fingers apart, his breath hitching at the way her wetness webs between the digits. He throbs beneath her. “I’m callin’ first dibs on her, so you can sit back, watch, and take notes.”
“Oh, uh, w-well, technically first dibs would go to, um, me, since she… um…”
Pomni hears him trail off, and she doesn’t even have to look up from Jax’s chest to know that his wide, intense eyes were glaring a burning hole into his clone for even daring to correct him. She fights the urge to giggle at his pettiness, knowing doing so would only make things worse. Then, the clone speaks again, his voice wobbly. Not with pleasure, but with his typical, run-of-the-mill nervousness.
“O-Or, you know what, um, yeah you— you can call first dibs—”
“Already did. C’mon, Pom,” he urges, pressing the length of his dick against her insistently. Pomni whines at the feeling of his hardness grinding between her thighs, fingers shaky with anticipation. She clenches around nothing, her body overheated and aching to have a dick inside of it already.
“I was promised a ride. I know your head’s probably all still loopy, but you better not start breakin’ promises on me.”
With a shiver, Pomni’s able to calm herself down, her foundation of resolve unsteady. She brings her head up from Jax’s chest to look him in the eye. An unfettered hunger lies in his dark pupils, and his cheeks are dusted a deep violet.
“I won’t,” she whispers.
Pomni lifts herself up on her knees, anchoring her hands on Jax’s shoulders. In that moment, all of the confidence he seems to have built up seems to be washed away, and Jax tenses underneath her palms. His breath hitches, and he lines himself up with her, swiftly dropping his gaze down to where they meet, averting his gaze with a visible nervousness.
And, well, that just won’t do.
Pomni leans forward just a little more, her smile saccharinely sweet. She can’t help but find herself enamored by the cracks in Jax’s facade, the simpleness of him just wanting to please her. It’s utterly endearing. Evil Jax rests one of his wandering hands on her hip, suckling at her throat, and she shivers in response.
“Jax? I want you to look at me.”
Both of them obey with surprising speed, and Evil Jax pauses in his lavishing to gaze up at her meekly, as if awaiting further orders. She’s the center of their very orbit right now, commanding their attention like a conductor to their orchestra, and it’s unlike anything she’s ever felt before. She feels like she’s just been anointed as royalty, sat poised upon her throne with a resplendent crown sparkling atop her head.
Pomni swallows thickly, clenching around nothing. She can’t lose confidence now, not when it really matters. Her breath trembles with unfettered excitement as she exhales, and the show continues.
She meets Jax’s gaze, unable to resist smirking.
“Good boy,” she praises softly, savoring the embarrassed huff it gets from him, the darkening of his cheeks, the way he throbs beneath her. Jax’s brows furrow, humiliated and aroused all at once, and just as he opens his mouth to speak, Pomni cuts him off, “I… want you both to see what I look like when I have you inside of me.”
Jax’s ears flick, tips turning darker as they stain with his blush. Pomni sighs as she slowly descends onto Jax’s length, relishing the way he stretches her out. He fills her up so well, it was a wonder she went without him before. He does exactly as he’s told, pinching an eye shut with the effort to contain himself, but the other is focused on Pomni and Pomni alone, as is Evil Jax. He exhales shakily when she bottoms out, gritting his teeth harshly.
“Ah— you’re, u-uh… tight, huh? Good thing I… I came in when I did,” he stutters, voice cracking when Pomni adjusts herself in his lap. He’s practically vibrating with anxiousness, and he hisses through his teeth once more when she shifts, grasping onto her waist tightly. He pants hard, the mask of his facade cracking further for just a brief moment before it’s restored once more. “There’s no way he would’a been able to show you a good time.“
Pomni laughs breathily, adjusting to Jax stretching her out, the way his dick makes its claim on her insides. She doesn’t remember when exactly Evil Jax moved from his spot on the bench, but she feels him standing behind her now, the warmth of his body on her back setting her aflame. His large hands cup at her breasts, and he hums pleasedly into her neck as he watches Pomni slide onto Jax’s length.
“I-I think she was having a good time—”
Jax cuts him off with an aggravated growl, a sound Pomni wasn’t expecting to hear from him at all. The ecstasy that shoots through her is like a match to a bomb, igniting throughout her body in an inferno of lust and debauchery.
“Well, she’s about to have an even better time now,” Jax groans, fingers sinking into Pomni’s skin as he takes control, brings her up and down onto his dick like she’s nothing more than his sex toy. She whines, given no time to accustom to the intrustion and finding herself overwhelmed by Jax’s greediness, his eagerness to keep things moving. She won’t last long like this— she knows she won’t.
The clone’s fingers curl gingerly around her throat, and Pomni cranes her neck involuntarily, the back of her head falling against his chest. Her lip quivers when she feels his hardness pressing insistently against her lower back, the heady scent of sex and both Jax’s own intrinsic scents all-consuming.
“Th-That’s it, Pomni. You’re doing so good for us…” Evil Jax coos, the swelling of his own confidence now apparent, “You’re… taking him so well.”
Pomni shivers against them, clenching around Jax as she descends once more. She meets his fast, brutal rhythm effortlessly, clinging onto his shoulders like he’ll vanish the moment she lets go. Each thrust leaves her winded, leaves her craving more like it’s her oxygen. Lewd, wet smacks of her ass meeting Jax’s thighs fill the air, and she whines as the clone’s fingers find her breast once more, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
Jax groans again, hissing through his teeth when he fills her up again.
“Yeah she is,” he agrees, voice gravelly with lust, “Dirty little thing was just waitin’ to have somethin’ inside of her. How— ah, pathetic.”
Pomni sobs in response, pinching her eyes shut and furrowing her brows. Her hips stutter for a moment, and she shivers when she feels Evil Jax’s own hardness behind her. He grinds into her lower back, moaning softly as he presses himself further into her heat, fingers trembling around her neck. She knows he won’t choke her, but somehow, just the fleeting idea that he could was making her head spin.
“Mm, poor Pomni… You really needed us that bad?” he hums. It’s a sincere question, yet the phrasing alone has Pomni’s eyelids fluttering, leaves her entirely unable to respond.
Pomni moans noisily, her brain effectively reduced to TV static at their back-and-forth, the way they seem to get along once Jax is inside of her. She feels her orgasm mounting fast, feels it hammering throughout her body with an unparalleled amount of urgency.
The clone leans down slightly, just enough that he’s eye level with Pomni. The fingers at her throat gingerly cup at her cheek, turning her his way before he nips at her lips and takes her in a passionate open-mouthed kiss.
Pomni moans into the clone’s mouth, her tongue gliding against his as she voraciously deepens the kiss. She registers the sound of Jax growling, then the sharp sting of his fingers gripping at her jaw. She whines as she’s ripped away from the clone’s lips, saliva running down her chin, but before Pomni can even think to speak, Jax is already shoving his own tongue down her throat.
He kisses her hungrily, bordering on aggressive, his hands holding her closer like a dragon of myth protecting its hoard of gold. He thrusts into her faster, his pace punishing, and Pomni sobs into his mouth, keening at the burn of sharp teeth claiming her bottom lip once more. The clone massages at one of her breasts gingerly, moaning into her neck as he suckles at the pale flesh, and Pomni feels her head spinning at the stark contrast between the two, constantly flitting between the hot and cold in the most addicting way.
She can already feel the euphoric high stampeding through her body with each callous thrust, awaiting release. Her thighs ache, but she’s so close that she can’t bring herself to really give much of a damn. She feels the clone suckling tight kisses into her neck, mouthing at her skin and moaning softly as his hand wanders further down the expanse of her skin, fingers rubbing tight circles over her clit. She feels as if she’s ascended to another plane of existence entirely, and she grips at Jax just a little more desperately, whining into his mouth when he bites hard at her lower lip.
It happens too fast.
Pomni shivers, slamming back down onto Jax’s length and taking all of him as her orgasm takes her by storm. Fire licks up her skin, running hotter with every touch, and she moans brokenly, her eyes pinched shut as she overflows with sheer ecstacy. Jax moans lowly, his fingers leaving indents into her hips with how hard he grabs her, and Pomni feels her world falling on its axis.
Then, with one final, desperate gasp, she slumps forward in Jax’s arms, boneless as she rests her forehead in his chest once more. She practically melts into him, body entirely weightless as she floats high on the clouds of pure bliss. Pomni pants hard, all the swirling noise in her head reduced to a quiet vacuum of heavenly nothingness.
Distantly, she registers the clone massaging her breasts, Jax’s fingers digging harshly into her hips. She nuzzles into the fur of his chest, panting hard as she struggles to catch her breath. Then, with all the strength she can muster, Pomni lifts herself off of him, relishing the way Jax watches himself slip out of her.
“…God, you were… really pent up, huh?” Jax laughs, voice ragged and breathless, “Finished just when I was gettin’ started. You that excited to have me inside you?”
Pomni blinks, flopping gracelessly back into his lap once he’s out and taking a moment to register what he meant by that. Then, belatedly, she realizes that he’s still hard as a damn rock beneath her, and guilt washes over her.
“I-I’m sorry, Jax… I didn’t mean to… I was just so…”
Her chest heaves, and she leans forward to rest her forehead on Jax’s chest, using the moment to collect herself. Her breathing is still unsteady, even more so when the clone’s fingers continue rubbing slow, unhurried circles over her clit. Her hips jerk of their own accord, and Pomni whines into Jax’s fur. Their hands are splayed out all over her body, fighting to see who can take up the most space, to see who can please her best. Large palms spread over her thighs, one on her breast and another playing with her clit, soaked with her wetness, and Pomni jolts from the overstimulation. She doesn’t know how much more she can take, but God, she wants to find out.
“Horny?” Jax finishes, sounding far too pleased with himself. He brings one of his hands behind Pomni, giving her ass a playful squeeze before grabbing his dick and stroking himself, pace fast.
“Mm, don’t worry ‘bout it. Just didn’t think you’d finish so soon, was all,” he hums pleasedly, like the cat who got the cream. She can practically hear the sound of his ego inflating like a hot air balloon, and right now, Pomni doesn’t have it in herself to give much of a shit. “I felt that good, huh?”
Pomni laughs breathily into his chest, amused by his preening. She presses soft, weak kisses into his chest and neck, savoring the way it makes his breath hitch. He groans, and Pomni feels the sound vibrate beneath her teeth when she nips at his throat. The hand behind her moves faster, the obscene sounds of her slick on his cock only growing louder as he pumps himself a little more desperately.
“Yes, Jax. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
He tips his head back with a sigh, grin only widening. It had been the right answer, it seems, one with immediate payoff.
“Ha… yeah…” he moans, “You plan on makin’ it up to me, Pom?”
“Y-Yes,” she concedes with little fight, overcome by the arousal stirring the embers in her gut again. She can barely even fathom the thought of taking him again, but it was an utterly tempting one nonetheless, one she simply can’t turn down, “I will.”
“Attagirl.”
Pomni moans softly into his neck, melting into the clone’s warmth when he kisses at her shoulder, his fingers coming up to carefully card through her short hair. She can feel his hardness against her back, and Pomni shivers, reminded that she still had a lot of work to do before they were satisfied, their thirst for her unquenchable. Just the thought alone has her burning up with desire all over again, flames roaring louder when Evil Jax ruts against her.
“P-Pomni, can I please, uh…?” Evil Jax whispers against her neck, soft, sinful little words that make goosebumps raise over her skin, “You just looked so, um, good, and I… really want you like that, too. R-Really badly. I’ll do whatever you want…”
His cock presses a little harder into her lower back, demanding her attention, her touch. He grinds against her, fingers digging into her skin just a little harder.
“No, you can’t have her,” Jax replies instantly, pulling Pomni into his chest possessively.
Pomni laughs breathlessly, feeling something warm spread in her chest.
“You know, Jax… you haven’t been very good about sharing,” she can’t help but tease once she’s caught her breath, unable to ignore the golden window of opportunity that Jax had so benevolently left wide open for her. Jax bristles in response, brows furrowing defensively, and, for once, he seems like he’s at a loss for words.
“I— well…”
Then, he grins wryly, something wild tugging at the corners of his mouth. Pomni can see the wicked formations of an idea brewing in his eyes like the dark clouds of an oncoming storm, and she can’t help but swallow thickly, her thighs trembling in anticipation. His earlier, endearing nervousness has gone straight down the drown now that he was more comfortable, and Pomni can’t help but find it irresistably attractive.
“Fine. Think I can’t share my toys? Then I’ll share.”
Jax slides Pomni off of his lap, forcing her to stand on weak, wobbly legs. She grips onto his arms for support, legs still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. They threaten to fold at her knees.
“J-Jax—”
“I want you on that bench,” he points over her shoulder, directing her gaze towards one of the long, wooden benches sat in the middle of the locker room, away from their current bench nearest to the wall. His tone leaves no room for argument, and Pomni lives for the faint sense of danger lingering in the air like static electricity, “Hands and knees.”
Pomni feels her burning face run hotter, knowing precisely what Jax was intending to do with her. With all the strength she can muster, Pomni obediently makes her way over.
“O-Okay. I’m going.”
“Sh-Shouldn’t we, um, help her—”
“Ehhh, she’ll be fine. Pomni ain’t gonna break,” Jax waves a hand dismissively.
Pomni gets on her hands on knees as instructed, shivering when she sees Jax not far behind her. She feels so exposed like this, like she’s nothing more than meager prey to starved hounds. He comes to stand in front of her, standing over the bench so his dick is level with her mouth. A hand callously grabs at her hair, gripping harshly at the strands and tearing a whine from Pomni’s throat.
“Not yet, anyway.”
Pomni’s breath quakes with excitement over Jax’s dick, the head pressing insistently at her cheek. Stoking the flames so high had been largely unintentional on her end, but she can’t necessarily say that the heat wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Her heart races deafeningly in her ears.
Jax looks away from her, angrily casting his gaze towards his double.
“Hey, useless. What’re ya sittin’ around for? You wanted her so bad, now you got her,” then, he leers down at Pomni, something feral and positively lecherous in his grin. His short fur sticks out at every end, and sweat runs down the sides of his face.
“She’s about to see for herself how good I am at sharing.”
The shiver that wracks through Pomni’s body has the impact of an earthquake— she can’t take the anticipation any longer, recovery time be damned. The idea of being stuffed full of cock from both ends at once was too damn thrilling to pass up.
Evil Jax makes his home behind Pomni, and she swallows thickly when she feels his body heat radiating from him. His eyes glitter with carnal desire, roving over the pale expanse of her skin.
“Oh, you really are pretty like this…” Evil Jax praises, tentatively placing his hands at her waist. Pomni glances over her shoulder to look at him, trembling with anticipation. He leans over her, kissing her on the cheek and using a finger to tuck a lock of her hair aside, “Just, um, tell me if I’m hurting you. I’ll… make you feel good.”
Pomni flushes, more so when she feels him adjust behind her, gingerly pressing the tip of his cock against where’s she soaked. She laughs lightly in response, involuntarily rocking against him and savoring the way it makes his breath hitch.
“Haha, you really are a softie—”
Pomni cries out as her face is gripped in a vice-like grip once more, and she’s forced to face Jax again. He’s got a wicked snarl of a smirk on his face, breaking at the edges. In the dark void of his large eyes, she can see the reflection of her own face, her cheeks pinched in his brutal hold and the sick twist of sin in her eyes.
“Awww, I just hate to interrupt this sweet little moment here,” he venomously growls, lifting himself up to tower over Pomni and using his other hand to shove the head of his weeping dick into her face, “But you’ve still got some work to do, so get to it.”
Pomni opens her mouth to speak, choking on her words when she feels the clone begin to ease his way inside of her. His fingers dig indents into her hips as he moans softly, and pleasure surges through her core as she feels herself stretch around him. Her lips part around a moan as the clone bottoms out, and Pomni gags when Jax shoves the pad of his thumb into her mouth and presses down hard against her tongue, propping her mouth open.
“Today, Pom, Do I have to do everything myself?” Jax seethes above her, gripping himself at the base and mercilessly driving his length down her throat all in one go. She chokes around him, feels his head slam against the back of her throat, and Pomni doesn’t think she’s ever been more soaked in her damn life. She looks up at him with bleary eyes, overstimulated and overheated from being filled in both ends, and finds Jax tipping his head back with a noisy, gravelly groan. Fingers grab a handful of her short hair, hard enough to make her scalp sting.
“Yeah, that’s it. Hope you’re good at holdin’ your breath, ‘cause I ain’t goin’ easy on ya.”
It’s the only warning Pomni gets before Jax suddenly pistons his hips hard and fast, and Pomni chokes around him, desperately pinching her eyes shut as he greedily covets and devours everything she’s willing to give. She clenches around the clone’s length, body igniting with euphoria at the hot and cold, the slow, gentle thrusts of the clone and Jax’s brutal, unforgiving pace. A thick fog engulfs her last shreds of rationale, and all Pomni can do is let herself rock against the clone, let herself go entirely.
“O-Oh, God— you’re so tight, Pomni… I-Is it okay if I go faster? Please?”
Pomni whines around Jax, feeling her spit dribble down her chin with each thrust. She can’t answer— hell, can’t even think of a response to begin with— but she doesn’t have to.
“Quit askin’ already,” Jax scolds, his breathing unsteady, “Just do whatever the heck ya want— ah, Pomni’s lovin’ all this attention. Ain’t that right, Pom?”
Pomni just whimpers in response, her eyes fluttering open as she looks up at Jax. His figure’s blurry behind the veil of unshed tears, but there’s no mistaking his wicked grin plastered on his face. Behind her, she feels the clone’s fingers sink in a little deeper into her waist, feels his hips stutter momentarily before he speaks again, a touch of urgency in his voice that makes something hot broil in her gut.
“Okay… I-I’m gonna go a little faster, okay Pomni? You just… oh, feel so good.”
The clone does exactly that, his pelvis smacking against her ass as he drives into her harder, with far more force than just, “a little”. She stumbles on her hands, each thrust shoving her again and again onto Jax’s cock. He hums pleasedly at the sight, and she swirls her tongue over his length as best as she can. The filthy sounds of their mixed groans, gasps, and slick, lewd noises fill Pomni’s ears; a spellbinding cacophany of lust. Adrenaline shoots through her veins as Pomni’s lungs begin to sob for air, the rush unlike any other she’s ever felt before.
“Awww, runnin’ outta air, Pom? Your face is already turnin’ blue. Ain’t that cute,” he groans mockingly, but Pomni feels the way his dick twitches, tastes the pre that stains the back of her throat. The fingers gnarled in her hair curl just a little more desperately, and Jax picks up the pace once more. Pomni’s lungs fight desperately for air, and her vision blurs at the edges. Her thighs feel like they’re about to give out, and hot tears burn her colored cheeks as they slide down her face.
Her heart’s racing. Her arms and legs tremble with the effort to support her, but Pomni holds strong as best as she can; she’s too close to let herself give out now, oxygen be damned. The stupid, silly hue shift painting her face is all sorts of humiliating, but somehow, it only stokes her flames of lust ever higher, flames licking the clouds of the skies above. She clenches around the clone, who sobs as he thrusts into her harder, too engrossed in their melody of sin to realize just how punishing his pace is.
“Oooh, what color d’you think I’ll get when I’m cummin’ down your throat? Green? Maybe red? What’re you thinkin’, not-me? Mm, place your bets now,” he teases, a feral glint in his eyes. It does something terrible to Pomni, makes her gag over his length and leaves tears running down her cheeks.
“Ah— ah, I think… th-think orange would be cute…” he brokenly moans, fingers scrambling for purchase on Pomni’s hips. His thrusting becomes erratic, rhythm entirely falling apart as he mindlessly chases his high. Pomni feels like her legs are going to give out, his rough, greedy thrusts rocking her further onto Jax’s cock. Her jaw aches, her lungs feel like they’re collapsing in her chest, and her throat is bruised from his merciless, brutal pace, and yet she doesn’t think there’s anywhere else she’d rather be right now.
“Orange, huh?” Jax hums, using his other hand to move Pomni’s bangs out of the way, no doubt to have a better view of the rainbow of colors staining her cheeks. She chokes helplessly around him, humiliated from having the spotlight turned on her.
“Oooh, we’re changin’ colors faster now. My God, that’s cute,” he groans gutturally, ramming himself hard inside of her. It’s all Pomni can do to hold herself steady while she’s being taken both ways, both Jaxes greedy for whatever she’ll give them, insatiable even when they’re both inside of her. She feels like a sheep in a lion’s den, and Pomni doesn’t think that being this helpless could feel so good. Her tears and saliva stain the violet fur of his thighs, dribbling down her chin as she gags loudly again. Jax shivers, curling his body a little more desperately over Pomni, his fingers trembling in her hair. “Think I’ll go with… Oh— blue.”
“Pomni— Oh, Pomni—” the clone chokes out, debaucherous and ragged. He pounds into her harder, pelvis slapping loudly against her ass. Then, with a guttural sound, he arches his back over her, fingers digging hard enough into her pale skin to hurt, and Pomni sobs as he cums deep inside of her. He fills her up far beyond what she can handle and weakly thrusts like it’s all he knows how to do. It knocks what little breath she has left clean from her lungs, and Pomni feels like she’s suffocating around Jax, forced to deepthroat his length as his double comes down from his high behind her.
It’s maddening in all the right ways.
Tears and saliva drip down Pomni’s chin onto the wood of the bench, and she flutters around the clone as her own orgasm rocks her core. Electricity runs over her skin once it overtakes her, euphoria all-consuming and igniting wildfires of sin throughout her body. She pinches her eyes shut, groaning noisily around Jax’s dick as her world spins at half-speed. When she opens her eyes again, she feels disoriented, so dizzy with the high of her orgasm and lack of oxygen that she thinks she might pass out. Her heart’s racing in her ears, and Pomni cries at the sensitivity that courses through her when the clone eases himself out of her with a soft sigh. He rubs mindless little circles into her hips, gasping for air behind her, and Pomni’s brain short-circuits when his other finger massages at her swollen clit.
It’s too much.
And yet, she finds herself helplessly infatuated with asphyxiation. Even if she doesn’t need air, her lungs burn for it— crave it like an addict to their next hit. Jax’s hands grip at her hair, and he fucks into her mouth rythmlessly, growling as he intently watches her swallow down every inch.
“God— ah—” is all he gets out before he’s cumming down her throat. Pomni retches around him, her throat burning viciously as he orgasms, swallowing down every drop she can. Her vision starts to go in and out, eyes fluttering with the effort of keeping herself conscious. Adrenaline rockets through her body, knocking her into another realm of existence entirely. It’s utterly sublime, makes her world spin like a top, and yet, Pomni’s entranced by its venom; the most divine ambrosia she’s ever had the pleasure of tasting.
Then, mercifully, Jax pulls out of her.
Pomni gasps for air, and she feels like a wilting flower being revived, lungs rejuvinated as they fill with precious oxygen once more. Cum drips from her lips, mixing with her tears and saliva as she drops her head between her shoulders, panting desperately as her vision slowly rights itself, entirely disoriented. She feels as if she’s barely regaining consciousness, watching her hands and the lines of the bench slowly fade into focus. She sniffles, nose running from all of the crying she’d been doing, and she shivers as she starts to feel the clone’s cum run down her inner thigh. She feels like she’s been entirely wrung out.
Jax cups her chin, tilting her up until her gaze is level with his. He’s panting hard, sweat running down the sides of his face as his blush burns at the tips of his ears.
“Pink.”
Pomni’s eyelids flutter, too dazed to register what had just been said to her.
“Wh-What…?”
“That’s the color I got,” then, he leans in a little closer, large, dark eyes flitting with satisfaction at his spend dripping down her chin before he meets her gaze again, “And it’s a real good color on ya.”
He catches her in a chaste kiss, and Pomni meets him weakly, too siphoned of her energy for it to be anything deeper. When Jax pulls away, some of his own cum stains the corner of his lip, and his tongue flicks out to lap it up. A weak, but valiant surge of lust pulses inside of Pomni at the sight alone, and if she weren’t mere moments away from collapsing, she’d kiss him all over again.
Another time, maybe.
She feels thumbs dragging up her thighs to the swell of her ass, spreading her apart. Pomni gasps as she’s exposed, looking over her shoulder at the clone, Jax’s fingers still gripping her chin. God, she doesn’t have another round in her, but just the excitement of being spread open like this was nearly too much to bear.
“Mm… You really liked that… didn’t you, Pomni?” Evil Jax hums, but it’s hardly asked like a question. His boldness catches Pomni entirely off guard, and for a moment she thinks it might’ve been Jax who had said something so crude, but she’s wrong. Evil Jax is lost in his own little world, hypnotized with something dark and borderline possessive as he gazes down at where she drips with his cum. Then, his eyes meet hers, and he falters immediately under her gaze. He blinks with nervousness, as if remembering himself, and fidgets awkwardly with his fingers, back to his timorous temperament in an instant. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, Jax cuts him off.
“’Course she did,” Jax huffs, losing his bite over a few heady, broken sighs, “You even see how rough you were bein’ with her? You were practically manhandlin' poor Pomni,” he draws her attention with his fingers, forcing Pomni to meet his gaze instead, “You could barely handle us, huh, Pom?”
“O-Oh! Gosh, I-I’m so sorry, Pomni— I didn’t even realize I was— uh, um… I hope I didn’t h-hurt you, I was just, um… uh… I-I was…” he trails off, voice so watery that Pomni was certain that he might be on the verge of tears. She stifles a weak laugh, endeared. Jax just rolls his eyes, shifting so he’s no longer standing over the bench and dropping Pomni’s chin unceremoniously. He swipes away the extra spend dripping from his softening cock with a grimace.
“Sheesh, quit apologizin’ already. Everyone knows you’re a real freak at heart now. No point tryin’ to hide it.”
Evil Jax goes quiet upon being exposed, and Pomni doesn’t need to look at him to know that he’s probably turned red all the way up to the tips of his ears. She shifts on the bench, intent on cleaning herself up and putting her clothes back on, but winces at the throbbing soreness in her backside. Evil Jax gasps, gingerly cradling her hips to anchor her as her legs threaten to give out. Soft, apologetic eyes find hers, and he hunches over to help her, taking her smaller hand in his as Pomni moves to sit. His kindness makes something warm swell in her chest, and, despite everything that had just transpired, Pomni can’t help but feel a little shy. Her chest feels funny.
“U-Uh, are you okay? Do you want me to clean you up? Or, um, get you some water?”
From the corner of her eye, Pomni spots Jax cleaning himself up. He’s watching them with a burning envy, but when he notices Pomni looking his way, he averts his gaze with a loud scoff. Pomni’s gaze is drawn to the clone once more, who gazes at her with great concern as he cups her cheek and swipes away her trails of tears with his thumb.
“I’m, um, okay,” Pomni answers, her heart fluttering at his show of compassion, “I… had a good time.”
“Oh! Well, um… that’s good! I didn’t, uh, go overboard, did I?”
“Uhhh… no?” Pomni giggles breathlessly, swiping away the spend from her thighs as best as she can. She still feels tender all over, but she doesn’t think she’s ever been left so immensely satisfied in her life. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Pomni looks up at Evil Jax again, who sweetly moves a few mussed locks of her hair back into place, smoothing down the stray ends poking out. He’s hunched over to better reach her eye level, cradling her hand in his as if her touch were something to be treasured. Something warm spreads throughout Pomni’s chest.
“Oh, that’s a relief! I was worried I might’ve—”
“Pomni.”
Pomni turns to Jax, who glares coldly at her. He buttons the strap of his overalls, slinging the strap back over his shoulder with a displeased glower before looking away, feigning a new brand of nonchalance she hasn’t quite seen on him before.
“If you’re done wastin’ time, everyone’s waitin’ on us. Game’s been over for like, a while now. We gettin’ the heck outta here, or what?”
She blinks, having long forgotten about the game that had taken place. Regardless, Jax was right. Her fun had come to an end. With a sigh, Pomni eases herself off of the bench, stumbling on her legs, but Evil Jax is fast to catch her with a soft little, “C-Careful.”
“Y-Yeah…” she stutters, her strength slowly returning to her, “Just gimme a sec.”
Jax huffs again, but waits nonetheless, not seeming nearly as inclined to help her as his double did, but it doesn’t stop him from watching the clone help her enviously. His grimace sours at the way Evil Jax fetches Pomni’s clothing from the floor for her, bitterly rolling his eyes with a shake of his head. If Pomni was feeling particularly daring, she’d even deem his behavior to be somewhat dejected.
Somewhat.
The jester grabs her clothing from Jax’s double and redresses, grimacing at the way the fabric sticks to her thighs. It’s a small price to pay for the slice of heaven she’d just gotten a taste of, one she doubts she’ll have the pleasure of sampling again anytime soon.
She heads to the door, but just as she reaches for the handle, she notices Jax staring at her, grin wide with amusement. Pomni raises a brow inquisitively when he starts snickering, unsure of what was so funny.
“Can’t be bothered to erase the evidence like a good criminal, huh?” he sneers. Before Pomni can ask Jax what he means by that, his hand comes down, fingers cupping her chin as he thumbs away some of his cum staining the corner of her cheek. Pomni freezes— out of everything that had just transpired, this somehow felt the most intimate.
Jax’s pupils shrink, and his grin falls in an instant. He retracts his hand as if he’d been burned, cheeks darkening.
“Uh…” he ineloquently starts. Jax stares at Pomni for a moment, a flurry of emotions flitting through his eyes, none of which Pomni can put a name to. It’s then that Pomni realizes it— when her vision isn’t entirely shrouded by lust— she realizes the weight of their new situation, and, with the way Jax looks at her, she has a feeling she isn’t the only one. They really did have sex, and now they were both facing the beast of the consequences of their own actions.
Even for Pomni, this sort of thrill might’ve been just a bit beyond her, now that she really thought about it. She swallows thickly, interlacing her fingers with eachother and anxiously tapping the pads of her thumbs together.
Jax scratches at the back of his head, reaching for the handle and cracking the door open just enough for him to fit through, clearly uncomfortable with whatever tension was suddenly filling the air between them.
“Well, I’m ditchin’. Stay here for another round, or whatever. I’m sure he’ll do whatever you want him to do,” Jax scoffs, pointing a thumbing over his shoulder in reference to his doppelganger. Pomni blinks owlishly at him, intrigued by his sudden disinterest towards her being alone with his clone once more. How funny— just a moment ago, the idea alone would’ve had Jax fuming.
And because she just can’t help herself, Pomni decides to be a little bold.
“Uh, but what if I… want you again?”
Jax stares at her, pupils dilating into large, dark voids. It’s like he’s seeing through Pomni for a moment, a moment that feels as if it’s been stretched into an eternity. The intensity of his stare makes her shift her weight on her legs awkwardly, and Pomni can’t help but think that she’d said the wrong thing altogether. Then, Jax’s lips curl into something crooked, brows narrowing over his signature smirk.
“…Maybe if you ask real nicely, I’ll think about it.”
And with that, Jax crosses his arms behind his head, waltzing back out of the door with a newly satiated, well-fed ego— mussed fur, wrinkled clothes, blush and all.
“U-Um…” comes Evil Jax’s voice, barely audible.
Pomni turns around to look at him quizzically.
“…Did you wanna go again?”