I wrote this for @vapolis
Highly recommend you play their game demo, it's an awesome game and the main character can be such a feral trash goblin, I adore them!
I'm obsessed with their character Jax at the moment, and instead of working I've been daydreaming all day. I created this blog purely to post this because I'm too shy to post on my main! Writing is not my strong suit but t his was fun to do. Anyway here's some flirty sexy tension with Jax.
Written with a F!Merc in mind.
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You grin at him tiredly, tugging your jacket tighter around yourself as you stand in the club foyer. Youâre 100% sure Jax has seen you in worse states but standing in front of his unimpressed stare in nothing but underwear, a cropped gaudy carebear t-shirt and a bloody jacket made you feel more exposed than you ever had. Or maybe it was the way his gaze lingered on your bare legs, or his own half dressed form, hair still damp from an impromptu shower. His appearance unusually sloppy for him. âJaxxie! New uniform? A little risque. I like it.â You waggle your eyebrows and for a long strained minute, Jax didnât reply, a frown on his face like he canât decide whether to just throw you out or not. âBlood and vomit is more your style.â Â
âGross. True but gross. Sounds like your night was as fun as mine,â You point towards the growing lump and bruise on your forehead. âBut my new accessories are cooler than yours.â
He stays silent, and you're forced to confront the sight in front of you that you were trying to ignore. His arms crossed over a dark red shirt that was fully undone, exposing his chest. Your brain helpfully shutting down until it was just screaming incoherent body parts at you. Pecs, collarbones, nipples, tummy. You couldnât stop your eyes from following the line of his body down to the trail of dark hair below his naval.âCarpet doesnât match the drapes then.â Fuck sake. You could scream. You swear to god that your mouth was not connected to your brain in anyway shape or form.
His head tilts as he continues to stare at you, but he doesnât shut you down or even button his shirt and little warning bells start to twinkle in your brain. That ever growing sexual tension between the two of you sparks to life and you suddenly wished you had gone to Delilah for help instead. You couldnât stop staring at him, his hips moving as he shifted his weight and your perverted brain took over again. If you dropped to your knees right now would he throw you out? Or would he grip your hair tight in his fist as he -
You jolted as Jax cleared his throat, eyebrow raised. Shit.Â
 âUh right, I know itâs late, or early, closing time? Opening?â You tried to focus on what you were saying. âbut I need you.âÂ
Fucking Christ almighty your stupid fucking mouth. âNeed me?â The corner of Jaxâs mouth twitched, he looked a mix between entertained and annoyed.
âUh no, not th-, you and Orla,â You stumbled over your words, cursing yourself internally as Jax made a low noise in the back of his throat. âhelp! I need your help, nothing else not that â I -, Is she still here?â You force your mouth shut so fast you almost bit your tongue. Why was it so fucking hot all of a sudden. Were you sweating?
âYeah sheâs still here,â Jax was still staring at you, and he had still made no move to button his shirt. Asshole was enjoying seeing you flustered. âTurn around.â
Turn around bend over be good â
âSeriously? Where exactly do you think Iâm hiding a weapon?â You didnât sound as annoyed as you were hoping for, you sounded a little breathless as your thoughts continued to spiral.
âRules are rules,â Jax grinned at you, he was obviously enjoying the effect he was having on you. âTurn around, jacket off.â
âFine.â You are moving to follow before you can stop yourself. Shivering slightly as you shrugged the jacket off, leaving you in your panties and cropped shirt.
Itâs silent. Youâre just starting to think that this was some sort of prank when his fingers lightly brushed over your wrist making you jump. âStay still.âÂ
His hands trail up your arms, not his usual pat down but a slow, gentle touch, caressing you almost. âAre you hurt?â
Your body stiffened. The quiet genuine concern in his voice throwing you completely off balance. His gentle touch making you feel warm, and something else you didn't know how to name. Did he genuinely actually care? A lump starts to form in your throat, and you once again bite the inside of your cheek, hard enough this time to taste the coppery tang of blood, desperate to kill those feelings before they can become a problem.
âNot badly,â you shrugged. You wanted to run but wanted to see where this was going so very much. âUsed to it. You know I could just nip in and see her, thereâs no need to-,â
âStay still.â
You cleared your throat. âYes Sir, sorry Sir.â
Jax froze. Your momentary glee at having flustered him in return is short lived as the hand on your shoulder slid up the back of your neck and through your hair, causing a little flutter of panic in your gut. This was new territory for you both, usually one of you would have backed off by now. You could feel his breath over your skin as he tugged your head to the side, the sensation making your stomach tighten and your thighs squeeze together. âCan't you just shut up for once?â
Your sarcastic reply is lost as your breath hitches when his lips brush gently over the skin just beneath your ear. Its hesitant, but when you make no move to pull away his grip tightens in your hair, pulling your head more firmly to the side.
âIâm not hid-,â You start, and he makes a low warning sound at your inability to shut up, his teeth grazing harder over your skin. â- not hiding anything up there.â
Jax pulls away abruptedly. Disappointment growing in your chest as you realised youâd reached that point again. The point where Jax realises who heâs flirting with, what heâs flirting with, and shuts down.
âBetter things you could do with that mouth than yap all the time.â
You feel like youâve just been slammed into an alternate universe. Getting lost in the moment is one thing, but jesus Who are you and what have you done with Jax?
He continues his search before you can ask the question, before you can, as usual, ruin the moment. Both of his hands sweeping down your back, pushing into your spine and round to the front of your hips.
âEasy ther-,â You flinched back against him when his fingers pressed a little harder over your ribs. The pain turning into something that drew a whimper from your throat. Jax went still behind you, you could the warmth of his bare chest, and - fucking fuck me sideways-  your brain short circuiting as you realized you could feel him.
âThis is cosy,â You let out a breath, voice strained. Does he remember itâs you? The intrusive thoughts slip in, nagging and chipping away at you. He knows its you right? The two of you stand there, his hands holding you flush against him while his cock presses against your ass. The silence lingering for all of a second before the pressure to talk gets too much.
âBruised, not broken,â You had no idea what was going on, what to do, whether this was actually happening or if you had done more damage to that already fucked up brain of yours. âprobably not broken.âÂ
He hummed in acknowledgment, warm breath over the shell of your ear causing your back to involuntarily arch and he cursed under his breath.
âYou're clear,â He lets go, steps back from you and the loss off his body heat hurts. âYou can go through.â
 âRight, great. Told you.â you turn to face him, arms crossed over your chest, disappointment and rejection making your heart sting. For the first time in a long time you feel vulnerable. You want your jacket back. You almost, for a second there, genuinely believed he wanted you. A stupid foolish childish thought. Why would he? When you didnât have anything to offer, when you didnât deserve it. Youâd destroy him, infect him, pull him down into the dark to drown with you. He deserved better. âCatch you on the flipside.â
Flipside? You cringe. You can feel him frowning at you as you grab your jacket off the desk, and youâre tempted to sneak out the little pen knife you have hidden to show him as a âha ha fuck youâ but you donât. Your heart is not in it. The abrupt withdrawal of his attention has you feeling cold, exhausted all of a sudden. You avoid looking at him as you move towards the door, and he makes no move to stop you as you go through.










