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miinxiee · 1 day ago

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Apologies if this is too freaky, if so, no worries, you can ignore this- If you’re willing, can I request a oneshot (or whatever works better for you) with Jax giving a gender neutral reader some neck kisses/bites? Thank you!

six minutes °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: jax tries to hold back, he really does.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: unspecified gender, established relationship, kissing ooooo, little bit of biting, suggestive. for the sake of the story jax can open his mouth 🫩

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k

you sat in between jax’s legs, eyes fixated on the tv screen in front of you. lanky arms wrapped around your frame, caging you against his chest in a warm embrace.

after months of you hopelessly begging him, caine had finally gave in and gifted you a television for your room. you spent two days locked in your room, no contact with the outside world, enthralled that you could partake in your favorite activity of them all: bedrotting.

jax, like any (sort of) decent boyfriend, came to check up on you to make sure you hadn’t abstracted, but instead found you curled under a heap of blankets watching some made up soap opera between random npcs.

somehow you had managed to convince him to watch some with you, and he swore the was only watching five minutes. it seemed he had forgotten about that remark though, because an hour later he was still watching, offering questions and snickers every now and then.

you probably didn’t have long before caine forced you two back outside for his adventures, or just got rid of the tv altogether in a fit caused by his obvious crippling insecurities. you figured you’d enjoy it now rather than miss it later.

jax didn’t really think he missed something so simple as watching tv, but sitting with you doing absolutely nothing made him feel so… normal.

to both your surprises, a quite intimate scene between two characters played before you two on the screen, and you couldn’t help but look away with a snort. you felt jax’s arms tighten around you slightly.

“how did that even make it through the filter?” you mumbled, jax shrugging.

he was getting a little bored, and honestly that tv scene had given him an idea. why not make things more interesting?

“dunno, kinda wishin’ i could do that to you though,” wow.

you expecting a quick remark sure, but not that.

you blinked, trying to crane your head back to gauge his reaction. that was your first mistake. jax took that perfect opportunity to softly press his lips to the space of skin on your neck that he knew made you squirm, and boy you did. you let out a soft gasp too, in fact, while you writhed further into his chest. “jax..” you softly whined, almost scolding him.

“whatt, just trying to make things a little more fun,” he looked down at you with that stupid smile.

you seemed to think for a while, arms crossed as if deciding between making out and watching some shitty soap opera was the hardest decision of your life.

”how about you get through the rest of this episode, hm? we have..” you paused to check how much time was left. “six minutes. can you do that?”

six whole minutes?

“you’re joking right? you can’t sacrifice six minutes for me, jax? me????” he seemed so genuinely perplexed you decided to lean into it further, a smile slowly spreading across your face.

“c’mon, you really can’t do that? that’s weak.”

weak? great, now he had to prove you wrong.

“fine, let’s make a bet,” jax glared down at you. “if i can last six minutes without doing anything to you, you’ll let me kiss you wherever i want, however i want.”

you and jax made bets with each other all the time. sometimes over big things, sometimes over things so small you wondered if it was even worth it at all.

“bet.” you clapped your hand in his to shake and rolled away from him, now sitting beside him.

that familiar tiny rush of excitement surged through your veins as you unpaused the tv and continued watching.

jax could do six minutes. totally.

it hadn’t even been forty seconds, and jax was already pretty much vibrating with anticipation.

he was sitting far enough away that his body didn’t touch yours, but only just. his leg kept bouncing like it had a mind of its own, and every few seconds he shot a look in your direction. not just a quick one, either. slow, hungry, like he was trying to memorize the curve of your jaw or the way your mouth moved when you weren’t paying attention.

you stayed quiet on purpose, sat perfectly still. pretending you don’t notice his eyes raking across your skin.

jax sighed sharply.

“can i just say,” he begins, voice lower now, “that i hate you a little bit right now.”

you smile, not turning your head. “you’ll live.”

“doubt it.”

he muttered something else under his breath that you don’t catch, but you felt it anyway. a subtle shift in the air between you, thicker now.

five minutes.

jax was starting to squirm.

just a little. just enough to be noticeable. his long limbs didn’t know where to go anymore. one hand gripped the throw pillow beside him, the other clenched in his lap, fingers twitching. his gloves creaked with every flex.

you uncrossed and recrossed your legs slowly. the motion was deliberate, graceful, drawing attention to the curve of your legs. you could feel his gaze shift down, feel him drag it back up your body.

he makes a sound— quiet, strained.

“you really think i’m not gonna make it?” he says, voice calm on the surface, though you still catch the slight quiver. he was mad.

mad because he knew you were so unbothered compared to him.

mad because you were toying with him so easily and you knew it.

“oh, i know you’re not gonna make it,”

that earned a short laugh from jax. he shifted his head to the side, regarding you with narrowed eyes.

“you’re confident.”

“and you’re not?”

“unfair,” he mutters. “you know what buttons to push.”

you turn to study him. “it’s cute how hard you’re trying.”

jax blinks slowly. “cute.”

“mhm.”

jax shifted again, this time leaning forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. his whole body seemed like it was coiled now, like a spring. tension bled off him in waves.

“if i lose,” he murmured, “it’s all your fault.”

you smiled to yourself and turned back to the screen.

four minutes.

you heard his gloves slide across the fabric of his overalls. slow and measured, the sound of someone resisting every single impulse their body is screaming for.

“i want to touch you so bad i think it’s making me dizzy,” he confessed out of nowhere.

the words hit like heat against the side of your face.

“you’re not helping yourself,” you replied, biting down on your grin.

“you’re not helping either,” he hissed. “and you’re just sitting there. breathing.”

“your self-restraint is your responsibility.”

“i have no self-restraint.”

you finally looked at jax again. his eyes were wide now, pupils large. maybe he was looking at you with desire, or something just shy of it. it was something feral and unspoken, but you could never really tell with him.

“if you don’t, then what are you waiting for?” you asked, voice softer.

jax stared at you for a second too long, then groaned and threw his head back against the wall, “i want to win so bad.”

“do you want to win more than you want to kiss me?”

silence.

his jaw clenched.

“…maybe.”

three minutes. you couldn’t believe he was still going along with this.

“okay,” jax said. “so when i win-”

you interrupted, “if you win.”

“i’m just thinking of all the ways im gonna surprise you WHEN i win.”

“you usually do.”

“i usually what? i usually surprise you or i usually win? i mean obviously both are right but you kinda-”

“you talk to much for somebody whose barely holding himself together.”

jax made a sound like someone was physically restraining him from leaping across the bed.

“‘m gonna go insane,” he muttered, voice shredded at the edges.

you kept watching the screen, but you weren’t really into the show anymore. not with the way he was looking at you. not with the way your body kne he’s looking at you. you can feel every inch of his gaze.

jax was desperate for any out at this point, and an idea popped into his head.

“i wanna kiss your neck again,” he spoke, quieter. “feel you go all still like you did before.”

you said nothing.

“i want your hands on me..” jax paused, swallowing hard. “want to hear more of that sound you made. a lot more.”

still, you didn’t move. you knew he was trying to get you to give in.

he was losing it.

honestly? it was beautiful.

two minutes.

you leaned forward slightly, stretching your back, letting your shirt shift just enough to show skin at the base of your back.

you then heard jax inhale like he was in pain.

“please,” he says.

that stopped you. you turned your head, slowly, to find him staring at you like he was starving. his legs were spread wide, one glove pressed hard against his thigh, the other having a white-knuckled grip against the sheets.

“i want to win,” jax says, “but i think i want you more.”

you stared at him, breath slowing before you tilted your head. “wow, you think? oh c’mon, you’re so close. you really wanna lose now?”

“you must hate me or somethin’.”

jax wanted to crack, you could see it all over him. from the way he was clenching his jaw to stop himself from speaking further to the way his chest rose and fell faster than it should’ve.

you kind of liked having this control, and it felt strange to know that you could have jax wrapped around your finger with a just simple bet.

either way though, you knew he was still going to pretend he had the upper hand the whole time.

one minute.

there was nothing but silence between you two now, except for the low noise of the tv and jax’s breathing.

other than that, he was completely still now.

you shifted slightly, just enough that so that your thigh brushed his. he let out a sharp, strangled breath.

something in you knew the last minute was up, and you started to wonder if he knew that too.

until he lunged.

you didn’t even realize he was on you until he really was on you.

one arm was around your waist, pulling you flush against him. his other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so that his lips could hungrily crash into your own.

you gasped against him, and he drank it in. the kiss was rough at first. greedy and urgent until it softened over time into something deeper, needier. his mouth molded to yours like he had waited for this forever. in his mind he might as well have.

he broke the kiss only to dive lower. lips pressing under your jaw, down your throat. dragging along the sensitive skin of your neck. teeth grazed. tongue soothed.

it couldn’t get any better than this, you figured. you were wrong. it could.

jax proceeded to make your jaw drop by unhinging his own jaw and sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder. the noise you made had his ears perking up, a small grin stretching his lips.

you forgot that he could do that..

you’re clinging to jax now, fingers grasping his overalls just like he wanted, pulling him impossibly close. you both were panting like you just ran a marathon, and he groaned into your skin, the sensation vibrating through your whole body.

“do it again.”

“do what again.”

you didn’t say anything.

he knewwhat you’re talking about.

now bite marks were littered across your skin, his tongue darting out to soothe the slight ache that throbbed down your body every time he sank his teeth down into you. the noises you made were so worth the wait.

“so,” he breathes, pulling back to look at you. “what were you sayin’ about me losin’?”

you barely have time to sass out a response before he’s kissing you again, slower now. deep, like he’s trying to etch the memory into his soul.

his arm moves from your waist as his large gloved hand cups your thigh, gripping it firmly as he pulls you closer, half into his lap. you straddle one leg instinctively, and he grins into your mouth at the pressure.

“say i won,” he murmurs against your lips.

you pull at his ear slightly in response, making him sigh shakily.

“say it,” he said, dragging the words out enough to make you roll your eyes in response.

“fine. you win,” you muttered. “you always do.”

jax just smiled before pulling you back into him.

a/n: it makes me laugh remembering that this is a bald purple rabbit. i also kinda hate this but it’s been in my drafts for too long and i feel bad that all of these asks are collecting dust in my inbox sigh :((

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