Gummigoo X Jax Novels & Stories

He gets angry when we call him a fairy. “The fire pit is roaring and mo gra sent me to come to fetch your arses for drinking games,” Jaxson says with a faint Irish lilt to his otherwise Texan accent. His manic jade eyes are shining from underneath his blood-red curls and a wicked smirk on his angular face. He claps his hands three times, bouncing on his toes as he does so. “Chop. Chop. Kiddies! This is an order. Think of it as a bonding exercise,” he says gleefully shooing us all with his hands.

He tangled thick fingers into Alex’s damp hair and thrust forward, forcing the fat head past his lips. Alex gagged instantly, the sheer girth stretching his jaw to its limit. His eyes watered as more inches pushed in, filling his mouth, pressing against his tongue. “That’s it… fuck, tighter than I imagined,” Jax groaned, head tilting back in pleasure. He started with shallow rocks, feeding Alex more and more until half his length was buried in wet heat. Saliva drooled from the corners of the freshman’s stretched lips, dripping messily down his chin and onto his own throbbing cock.

"You're... um. You're Marcus?" "I am." Marcus stepped aside. "Come in." Jax walked in like a lamb wandering into a slaughterhouse. He had a gym bag slung over his shoulder. New sneakers. Clean jeans. He was trying to look cool, but his hands were shaking. Marcus closed the door. Leaned against it. Crossed his arms over his chest, which made his biceps bulge. "So," Marcus said. "You've done this before?" Jax nodded too fast. "Yeah, totally. I've hooked up with, like, lots of guys."

“The Ice King brought his girlfriend to practice. Should we all clap or something?” Leo kept walking. “Don’t start.” “No, seriously,” Jax continued, falling into step beside us. “I’m trying to adjust here. One minute you’re emotionally unavailable to the entire female population, next minute you’re buying caramel macchiatos and staring into Maya’s eyes like she hung the moon.” “I don’t stare at her like that,” Leo muttered. Jax grinned. “Apparently the internet disagrees.” Noah glanced between them carefully. “People are already making edits.”

He groaned softly as he filled her completely. When he finally pulled out, a big load of his white cum leaked out of her swollen pussy and dripped down her legs. Jax turned her around and kissed her deeply. His hand went between her legs and pushed some of his cum back inside her. “Keep my cum inside you,” he whispered. “I want you sitting in it during the next show.” Riley smiled breathlessly. “Yes, Jax.” Outside, the band members were still talking and drinking. Nobody knew that Jax had just fucked his backup singer raw in the back of the bus.

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

He sank onto the single armchair, clutching one of the threadbare arms, and Gia and I sat together on his shabby sofa. “Did you see who it was?” Jax asked, leaning forward to rest on his thighs. Gia took a sip of the smoky-flavored liquid and cradled the glass between her hands. “It was one of those Hellhound fuckers,” I replied in a scornful tone. “He made damn sure I saw him before he hightailed out of there.”

Jax smirked, his dark eyes softening as he trapped Ginny’s hand in his own large palm. "I knew what I wanted, Gin. Why waste breath on talking when the bond was screaming loud enough to wake the dead?" "Oh, please," Ginny teased, her eyes sparkling with that familiar human mischief. "The bond was screaming 'Mine,' but your brain was screaming vanilla and honey. I thought you meant my shampoo so I shouted, 'Target Shampoo, five dollars!' Honestly, Jax, I’m surprised you didn't try to buy me in bulk right then and there."

The studio was dimly lit. “You must be Mia.” The voice was deep, smooth, and confident. Jax stepped out from behind the counter. He was tall, maybe thirty-five, with tattoos covering both arms and disappearing under the sleeves of his t-shirt. Dark hair, sharp jawline, and intense green eyes that seemed to see right through her. His smile was easy but carried an edge. “Yeah, hi,” she said, suddenly aware of how tight her yoga pants and cropped hoodie felt. “Thanks for fitting me in so late.”

Sophia could only whimper in response as Jax, the rugged COO with intricate tattoos covering his muscular arms, positioned himself at the other end of the table. He cupped her jaw gently but firmly, guiding his thick cock past her swollen lips. She sucked him eagerly, tongue swirling around the head, tasting the mix of their combined releases from earlier rounds. The dual invasion — Marcus stretching her pussy while Jax filled her mouth — left her completely overwhelmed in the best possible way.