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Every evening after the group was dismissed, you found your feet carrying you back to Jax’s room anyway.
Not because he invited you. He never did.
Jax found the code alone. He’d slipped away from the group during a chaotic adventure drawn by a flickering anomaly in a corner of the map the others hadn't noticed.
It was a single, pulsating line of script.
Jax knew what it was immediately. A rouge patch. He didn't tell the others and he didn't even hesitate. He copied the code, found his and your user ID in the system registry, and pushed it through.
There was a moment of disorientation, a system error that felt like your entire being rebooting. And then it was done.
You had been altered, replaced by a body that was terrifyingly complete. He never explained why. He just watched you stumble, a smirk playing his teeth as you struggled to adjust to the new sensations.
Jax changed too. He stayed quiet about it, but you saw the brief flicker in his stance and the way his smirk twitched like he wasn’t expecting the sudden rush of feeling, the way his gloved hands flexed against his sides.
He watched you struggle to stand straight in your new, fully flushed out body, smirking like he’d personally debugged you.
That was how you knew he’d done it to both of you. That night you’d shown up at his door anyway. He’d opened it. Looked you over like you were a bug in his code. Then he’d yanked you inside and fucked you against the wall without a word.
Fast. His hand around your wrist, yanking you inside, door slamming shut. He spun you, shoved you face-first against the wall, and was inside you in one brutal thrust with no warning. Just the thick stretch and the sudden wet heat of sex organs colliding. You gasped, your palms slapping the wall for balance. He didn’t let up. One hand clamped on your hip, the other fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so he could growl right against you: “Thought you’d just waltz in like that and not pay for it?” His voice was almost a snarl. “Tease.”
He fucked you hard against the wall until your legs shook, until the only sounds were slapping and your broken moans mixing with his sharp ragged breaths. When you came you clenched around him so tight he cursed under his breath, hips stuttering, and then he followed growling low in his throat as he spilled deep inside you.
The door would slide open at your approach and there he’d be. Sprawled on his bed, one long leg dangling off the edge, yellow eyes flicking up to meet yours with that same bored smirk.
And every night you came back anyway.
Because even when he was meaner than called for during the day, you still felt the ghost of his hands on you from the night before.
The way Jax would pin you against a floating platform during a chase sequence whispering something just loud enough for you to hear over the chaos.
His knee would press between your thighs for a split second longer than required. Then he’d shove off laughing that sharp and hollow laugh leaving you flushed and unsteady while the others scrambled to catch up.
The routine stretched. Door left unlocked, opened.
Like tonight.
Jax had you backed against the edge of his bed with one gloved hand braced on the mattress beside your hip, the other already shoving your pants down with the kind of impatient roughness that said he’d rather not be doing this at all. His eyes stayed fixed somewhere past your left ear. Never quite on your face like eye contact would make this personal.
“Spread em,” he said, voice flat and edged with irritation. “Or I’m done. I’m not in the mood to beg you to cooperate.”
You spread them slowly, just enough to make him wait. “You’re always in a mood.“
He let out a short, mean laugh. “Keep mouthing off and I’ll leave you here leaking on my sheets. Wouldn’t be the first time you got edged out for being a pain in the [BONK].”
You hooked one leg around his waist anyway, dragging him closer until the hard length of him pressed right against you through his overalls. “You’ve been half hard since I walked through the door.”
“Yeah?” He grinded himself against you once slowly and deliberate, then pulled back just enough to make you chase it. “Maybe I’m just annoyed. Maybe this is me shutting you up the only way you understand. You look pathetic when you’re this worked up.”
“Big words for someone who’s been staring at me since the last adventure ended.”
Surprise flickered behind his eyes at your sudden boldness.
“Yeah?” He ground against you once slow, deliberate, and mean. He then stopped. “Maybe I’m just killing time. Maybe this is pity code. You look desperate as hell when you’re trying to pretend you don’t need it.”
“[BONK] you.”
He chuckled low and amused. “Exactly.”
Jax didn’t even bother replying with words at first. Instead, he hooked one long finger under the waistband of your already half shoved down pants and yanked them the rest of the way off in a single rough pull, tossing them somewhere behind him without looking. The fabric hit the floor with a soft thud that felt louder in the sudden quiet between you.
He stepped back just enough to give himself room, eyes raking over you like he was inspecting faulty code. It was unimpressed but definitely interested. That yellow gaze lingered on the way your thighs pressed together instinctively, then flicked up to your face for half a second before sliding away again.
“Pathetic,” he muttered almost to himself, but loud enough for you to hear. “You act like you’ve got some kinda spine during the day, mouthing off, playing hard to get… then night rolls around and here you are, legs open on my bed like it’s your default setting.” He laughed under his breath, short and mean. “Guess what? It is.”
Before you could fire back, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over in one smooth, practiced motion like he’d done it a hundred times (because he had).
Face down, ass up and knees sinking into the mattress. He didn’t give you time to adjust. One gloved hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning your chest to the sheets while the other yanked your hips back toward him.
“Stay,” he ordered, voice flat but edged with something darker. “Don’t even think about squirming away. You wanted this, remember? Came knocking like a lost little glitch.”
You felt the blunt head of him nudge against you. Teasing but not pushing in yet. Just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.
“Jax-“
“Shut up.” He leaned over you, chest brushing your back. “You don’t get to say my name like that unless you’re begging. And you’re not begging yet, doll.”
He rocked forward slowly and deliberately, stretching you inch by torturous inch until he was buried to the hilt. You gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. He didn’t move right away. He just stayed there letting you feel every thick pulse of him inside you, letting the silence stretch until it was unbearable.
Then he pulled back almost all the way out… and slammed back in hard enough to make the bedframe creak.
“[BONK]-“ The word tore out of you before you could stop it.
“There it is,” he purred, smug as hell. He set a brutal rhythm with deep, punishing thrusts that made your whole body jolt forward with each one. “That’s the sound I like. Keep making it. Louder. Let the whole damn circus hear how much you love getting railed by the guy who treats you like crap all day.”
His hand slid up your spine, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back just enough to arch you deeper. The angle changed and hit something inside that made stars burst behind your eyes.
“Look at you,” he growled between thrusts. “Taking it so good. Like your body’s coded just for this. For me. Bet you’d let me do whatever I wanted right now, huh? Bend you over a floating platform mid-adventure, fuck you stupid while the others run around like idiots-“
You clenched around him involuntarily at the image and he cursed under his breath, hips stuttering for a split second.
“[BONK]- yeah, just like that. Squeeze me again. Harder.”
You did. He rewarded you with a particularly vicious snap of his hips that had you crying out into the pillow.
He laughed breathlessly and almost surprised. “God, you’re such a mess. Dripping down your thighs already. Bet if I pulled out right now you’d whine like a kicked puppy.”
“Don’t you dare-“
“Didn’t say I would.” His free hand slid around to your front, gloved fingers found your clit and circled with mean precision. Too light at first, then pressing harder when you bucked back against him. “But I could. Could edge you for hours. Leave you shaking and empty. Watch you hump the air like a desperate little-“
“Jax, please-“
There it was. The please.
His rhythm faltered just for a heartbeat.
Something shifted in the way he held you. The hand in your hair loosened, fingers sliding down to cup the back of your neck instead, almost gentle. His thrusts slowed, turned deeper and more deliberate.
“Yeah?” His voice dropped. Still teasing but softer. “You gonna keep being a brat, or you gonna let me hear how much you actually want this?”
You pushed back against him, grinding in slow circles. “I want it. Want you.”
He groaned real and unguarded. He buried his face against your shoulder for a second, teeth grazing skin without biting. “[BONK]… say it again.”
“I want you, Jax.”
Something in him cracked open. Not all the way but just enough. He pulled out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss then flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing.
This time when he settled between your thighs, he didn’t avoid your eyes. He looked right at you, yellow sclera wide, pupils blown, that usual smirk softer and almost uncertain.
He slid back inside slowly, watching your face the whole time. “There. Better view.”
You hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He hissed through his teeth and his hips rolled in grinding circles that made you both shudder.
“Still think I’m just killing time?” he murmured, voice rough but quieter now. One hand braced beside your head and the other slid up your side. “Or you finally figure out I keep letting you in here ‘cause I can’t stop?”
You reached up, your fingers tracing the edge of his chest, sliding into the soft at the base of his ears. He leaned into it, his eyes fluttering half shut.
“I thought you hated attachments,” you whispered.
He huffed a laugh against your mouth. Close enough to kiss, but not quite. “I do. Doesn’t mean I’m good at it.”
Then he kissed you hard at first, all teeth and hunger, but melting into something slower and deeper. His hips kept moving steady now, building you both up without the frantic edge from before.
When you started to tighten around him again he pulled back just enough to watch. “Come on, baby. Let go for me. I wanna feel it.”
The pet name slipped out like he didn’t mean to say it aloud. His ears flicked back in embarrassment, but he didn’t take it back.
You came with his name on your lips and he followed right after, his jerking as he spilled inside you with a low shuddering groan. He stayed buried deep, pressing his forehead to yours and breathing hard.
For a long minute, neither of you moved.
Then he rolled off but not far.
He tugged you against his chest instead, one long arm draping over your waist like he was afraid you’d bolt if he let go.
“Don’t get used to this cuddly crap,” he muttered into your hair but his fingers were tracing lazy patterns on your back. “I’m still an [BONK]hole tomorrow.”
You smiled against him. “I know.”
He squeezed you once tight and almost possessive, then let out a long breath.
“…Stay anyway. Because watching you leave this room now trying to walk straight is gonna be hilarious.”
You did.