Bad

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Sons of Anarchy
Relationship: Jax Teller/Reader, Jax Teller/You, Jax Teller/Original Female
Character(s)
Character: Jax Teller, Reader, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Oral Sex, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Banter, Flirting, Comfort, Comfort Sex,
Hand on Throat, Mild Language, Name-Calling, Mentions of Weapons
(no weapon play), Mentions of canonical violence, Face Slapping, Hair-
pulling, Choking, Power Play, Sexual Harassment
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2021-05-17 Completed: 2022-06-23 Words: 9,821 Chapters:
3/3

Bad
by rayslittlekitten

Summary

You are part of a different Sons charter and you and Jax hook up when SAMCRO comes to
town.
FYI - "Crazy" is the prequel for this.

Notes

A/N: This is a fic inspired by the song “Bad” by Wale. "Crazy" is the prequel for this.
 Chapter 1

SAMCRO is in town again. They don’t come here often, maybe once a year at most. Twice if
something serious is going down. They’ve got some business with the Sons of Anarchy chapter
you sling drinks for, which means you have to play hostess.

As you’re putting clean beer glasses away, you see the members getting welcomed into the
clubhouse. You recognize a few faces, mainly the officers of the group, especially the Vice-
President. As they make their way to the bar, the blonde immediately makes eye contact with you.
Those mesmerizing blue eyes you get lost in every time you see them are looking you up and
down. Before he can make his way to you, him and his men are called into the room you and all
the women are never allowed into to handle whatever they came here for.

************************************

After all the business is discussed, it’s party time. You and the other barmaids prepped for tonight,
knowing what to expect. Some of the girls hate it having to cater to the guests. Others love it as
they warm up to them and try to make themselves old ladies. You? You’re the chapter president’s
daughter so most are too intimidated to approach you, except for one person. As Blondie walks
towards you, one of the other barmaids intercepts and tries to flaunt herself as she offers him a
beer. He nods politely and takes it from her. He entertains her for a few minutes as she talks his
ears off.

You smirk and chuckle at him as his eyes lock with yours. His body language is telling you he
does not want to be in this situation.

“Hey, sweetheart, let’s a get a round of shots here,” someone shouts to you over the loud music.

“Shots, coming right up!” You reply and start grabbing all the clean shot glasses you can find and
empty out a fresh bottle of whiskey into them.

As the night goes on, you and Blondie keep stealing glances at each other, with each opportunity
for him to approach you getting interrupted in one way or another. As the party winds down, many
of the people are either passed out or left with a woman or two in their arms.

You start cleaning up, grabbing the empty beer bottles and glasses on top of the bar and tossing
them into a large plastic bin.

“Need help with that?"

You look up and see Blondie as he tosses a few bottles into your bin.

"Please, you don’t need to help me with these. You’re a guest.”

Blondie folds his arms and leans into the bar top to get closer to you.

“Well if it means we can get out of here sooner, I’d be glad to help you out,” he says to you lowly.

*************************************

You’re pinned to the wall and Blondie is holding you up while your arms are around his neck and
your legs wrapped around his waist. Your bottoms are completely off and his jeans and boxers are
pulled down around his thighs. He’s pounding into you hard and fast.

“Slow down, Jax,” you pant. “We have all night.”

Jax smashes his lips onto yours and you slip your tongue into his mouth. He then pulls you off the
wall and walks over to your bed and drops you on it. He kicks his sneakers off and the rest of his
clothes. He spreads your legs wider with his knees and shoves himself inside you again and drives
himself into you.

“I don’t get to see you much so I’m making up for lost time,” Jax growls into your ear.

Since you first both met, you and Jax have an unspoken arrangement. Anytime he’s in town, you
both hook up, no strings attached. Growing up with guys like Jax, the last thing you want is to be
someone’s old lady, but you know they can be a good fuck. Jax is living proof of it.

“Maybe you should come more often,” you nibble on his earlobe.

“That’s what I’m trying to make you do,” Jax says before sinking his teeth into your neck.

You moan and thrust your hips up to meet his. He grabs your legs and throws them over his
shoulders, shifting his position so he’s stroking your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck…” you groan. It’s literally been a year since you’ve had sex with Jax but he still knows
his way around your body. Jax wraps a hand around your neck as he quickens and deepens his
strokes, his hips snapping into you. You scream out as you feel yourself cumming on Jax’s dick.
Jax doesn’t stop until your orgasm subsides, but he knows you have more inside you. He always
makes it a personal goal to pull as many orgasms as he can out of you in the short time he has with
you.

He flips on to his back and you straddle him, sinking yourself back onto him.

“Take your shirt off,” Jax says as he grabs your hips and starts thrusting up. You reach for the
bottom of your tank top and pull it over your head, tossing it aside. You then reach behind you and
unclasp your bra. Your breasts hangs freely after removing the garment holding them up. Jax
reaches up to grab and feel them in his calloused hands. You place your hands on his chest and
start riding him, moving back and forth.

“Come on, darlin’…” Jax coos.

You find your spot and grind down against him as you feel your clit rubbing against his pubic
bone. He helps you along by pinching your nipples. He knows when you’re on top and you get into
your rhythm, you’re in complete control and you use his generous-sized like your live sex toy. He
never moves as not to throw you off, but he knows the right words that will just push you over the
edge as you’re concentrating on your second orgasm.

“Cum for me, darlin’.” Jax says. “Be a good slut and cum for me.”

And just like that, you quicken your pace and unravel on top of him, your juices dripping down to
his balls.

“There you go.” Jax smiles.

You start bouncing on him, this time helping him to chase his own release. Jax grips your ass and
helps you move up and down on him. You lean down a bit and move your hands onto the bed on
each sides of his head and move your hair to one side and continue to slide over him. You love the
way he just fills you up. It’s like his cock was shaped perfectly for your vagina. You can sit on him
and not move at all and still feel pleasure from it. You’re beginning to lose yourself into this
feeling as you close your eyes and soak it in.

“You got another one in you?” Jax asks curiously.

“No, but your fucking dick just feels so good inside me,” you answer as you continue to slowly
grind against him. He smirks as he watches you enjoy using him as your human dildo. Like you
said, you have all night. SAMCRO usually stays for the night and leaves the next morning so he’s
also enjoying this little show. This time though, he feels his dick is aligned perfectly in your pussy,
like there’s a “click” that happens when it’s in the right place and he grabs your hips and starts
thrusting up.

“Jax!”

“Give me another one, darlin’,” he growls. “I know it’s in there.” He drives harder and faster into
you, poking at your g-spot again, but you want him to really fuck the shit out of you instead and
you know just what will make him do that. You suddenly slap him hard across his face. His face
hardens and you smirk. Without warning, he flips you over onto your back and pins your wrists
above your head and then shoves himself deep inside you. You gasp.

“You wanna play rough tonight, huh?” Jax smirks.

“Fuck me like it’s your last time, Jax,” you tell him.

“I never want to think it might be our last time.”

“Don’t go soft on me, Jax. Fuck me like I’m your good little whore.”

“You are my good little whore,” Jax smiles and fucks you so deep, so hard and so fast like his life
depended on it. You feel your third orgasm building. You also know Jax is ready to blow his load
soon too. The noises and faces he’s making are his usual cues and you recognize them.

“I’m almost there, Jax. Don’t stop.”

Jax looks down at you as your body tenses up.

“Cum for me, Jax. I’m gonna cum too.”

And just like that, you both come undone. You both get lost in each other’s eyes and moan as you
feel his dick pulsing and he feels your pussy milking him. He falls on top of you as you both take
deep breaths to fill your lungs with oxygen and try to bring your heart rates back down, but you
know in 15 minutes you both will be back at it.
 Again
Chapter Notes

A/N: This was written based off a photo prompt for a Writer's Wednesday challege. I
had no plans to write anymore for “Bad” as it was supposed to be a one shot, but this
idea came to me from this photo prompt and at the same time, it works with an idea I
kind of had that is inspired by the song “Again” by Lenny Kravitz. I didn’t want to
link the two but here we are. I’ve been writing so much soft!Jax lately which is
strange because I have all these angsty Jax ideas I’ve been trying to write. I’m kind of
enjoying writing these little nuggets and moments for some of my stories. So this is a
short sequel to “Bad”. The photo prompt is below.

Contains: fluffy morning sex, cursing

You rouse from your sleep from soft kisses on your neck and shoulder and arms wrapped around
your naked waist. You also feel something hard pressed between your ass cheeks.

“Jax…” you groan.

“Good morning, darlin’.” Jax continues to plant kisses on you and grind against you.

“What time is it? Don’t you have to leave?” you grumble but let him continue what he’s doing.

“I still have some time for a quick morning fuck.” He teases your already wet entrance with the tip
of his morning wood, making you purr. You move away from him and reach for the drawer of
your night stand, but Jax pulls you back in. “Where you going?” He nibbles on your neck.
You giggle. “I’m getting a condom, asshole.” He finally lets you go and you grab a new one. You
tear it open with your teeth and pass it to him. He slides the condom over himself before finally
sliding himself into you.

He has one arm under the pillow your head is resting on and the other hand gripping your hip as he
slowly pumps into you from behind. You’re sore from all the sex you had with him last night, but
each thrust is just a reminder of how much fun you both had. Jax buries his face in the space
between your neck and shoulder. His hand moves from your hip to one of your breast and he
pinches and flicks your sensitive nipple. His lips and mouth are on your neck again, leaving a wet
trail. You moan and reach back, running your fingers through his messy blonde hair.

Jax holds on to your breast and picks up the pace.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave so soon,” Jax whispers into your ear.

“Shut up, Teller,” you pant as you enjoy the feeling of him filling you up over and over again. You
shift yourself almost leaning back against him and throw your leg over his to allow him to sink
deeper into you.

“I wish I can have you like this every fucking day,” Jax presses his forehead against your temple.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” you turn your head and smash your lips against his to shut him up. He
grabs your chin, holding your face in place. The only sounds echoing in the room now are Jax’s
flesh slapping against yours and the smacks of your mouths devouring each others.

A cellphone starts to ring and buzz. Jax is now pounding into you, ignoring the continuous
electronic sound. The ringing eventually stops. His hand reaches between your legs and starts
rubbing your clit. His deep strokes and manual stimulation bring you much closer to your orgasm.

You moan into his mouth and pull away from his face.

“Right there, Jax. Don’t stop."

He watches your face as he keeps it at a steady pace until you cry out and pull his face against
yours. He gives you a kiss on your cheek.

Jax’s cellphone rings and buzzes again.

"You need to get that?” you ask.

He ignores your question and the phone. He pushes you onto your side and belly with one leg
angled up. He shifts himself over you and interlaces his fingers with yours. He thrusts back into
you fast and hard. You can hear him panting, his ragged breath growling right into your ear.

“Come on, baby,” you tell him. “Let it go.” You lift your hips to meet his rhythm knowing he’s
close.

“Fuck!” Jax goes all in on you and moans as he shoots his load.

“There you go. That’s it.” You smile. Jax collapses on top of you. As he catches his breath, with
his hands still entangled in yours, he brings them down to your waist and holds you close to him.
You feel him bite your shoulder.

“Jax, you’re crushing me.”

You feel Jax give you a kiss on your shoulder before letting you go. He pulls out of you and flops
onto his back. You scoot out of bed and go to grab your robe. Jax finally rolls out of bed and starts
putting his clothes back on after disposing the used condom.

“So when are you finally gonna let me make you my old lady?” Jax asks as he pulls his shirt on.

“Jax, you need to let that fantasy go,” you say, tying the belt on your robe.

“You’d make a great old lady.”

“And you’d make a terrible husband.” You walk over to him and give him a kiss on the cheek. You
start walking off but he pulls you back in.

“Seriously—“

Jax’s cellphone rings again. He huffs and then finally picks you.

“Yeah?” He says. “Yeah I’ll be there soon. Give me 15. 20 tops.”

You hear a muffled voice coming over his cellphone.

“I promise. I’ll be there.” He hangs up his phone.

“And that is why I will never marry anyone especially someone in the MC,” you tell him as you fix
the collar of his flannel. “The toxicity, the crime. Death. You know I’ve see too much of it. I mean,
amongst other thing as well. I can barely keep up with laundry. Don’t expect me to do yours.” You
wave your hand towards the overflowing basket of clothes in the corner of your bedroom.

Jax flashed a small smile and then let’s out a heavy sigh. He looks into your eyes and holds it for a
moment.

“So, guess maybe I’ll see you next year?”

“Probably,” you shrug.

Jax pushes a loose chunk of your hair behind your ear.

“Well, until then, I’ll be thinking of you,” Jax licks his lip and then begins to lean down.

Jax’s cellphone rings again. Frustrated, Jax answers his phone.

“I said I’ll fucking be there in 15!” He flips his phone closed.

“You gotta go, Jax. Your club needs you.”

Jax looks down at his feet. You cup his face and tip toe up to him, giving him a long passionate
kiss.

“Goodbye, Jax. Ride safely.” You caresses his cheek with your thumb. He nods. You reach for his
kutte and hold it up for him. He turns around and you help him put it on. He turns back to face you.
Wtih one hand holding yours and the other on the back of your head, he pulls you in and gives you
a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Goodbye, Y/N."

Your hands separate as he walks off.

 Boo'd up
Chapter Summary

Feeling a bit lost, you decide to take a little road trip to find an old friend.

Chapter Notes

This is a fic inspired by the song “Boo'd Up" by Ella Mai.

You needed a few days off. Club stuff and other things were getting to you and you just needed to
clear your head so you hopped on your bike and just started riding without a destination in mind,
picking a random direction and following the wind, just like how you've always lived your life.
You convinced yourself that you're just aimlessly riding and that nothing else has influenced where
you're going - until you find yourself with a flat at the dirt shoulder with the sun starting to set over
the mountains. This isn’t how you wanted it to play out, for this to be the reason to call him, but it
seems like the universe made it easier for you.

You search for his number on your phone and are surprised you still have it considering you never
needed it. He had given it to you the first time you met, but you never gave him yours and he
respected your decision. Again, the universe is aligning it all for you.

You call the number and wait patiently. It's been more than a few rings and you tell yourself to just
hang up if it goes to voicemail. Maybe it's another sign and you've been reading too much into
everything else before. As you're ready to give up, you hear the line pick up.

"Hello?"

The corners of your lips turn up instantly hearing his voice.

"Hey, Teller," you answer.

There's a moment of silence.

"Holy shit," he says. "Is this who I think it is?"

"Well, that depends. Who do you think it is?" You ask, teasing him.

"The love of my life?" he guesses.

"You gotta be a bit more specific than that."

"The most beautiful woman in all of California who's been rejecting my proposal every time I see
her?" he tries again.

"Technically, you've never actually proposed to me, although now I wonder if there's someone else
out there you want to be your old lady," you smirk.

"Darlin', there is no one else," he says. "There never was."

"You're a terrible liar, Jax," you smile and bite your lower lip.

Part of you wants to believe him, but the other part of you knows his kind. Besides, it's you who
wants to keep this super casual, not him, yet you find yourself right outside of Charming.

"I mean, have I been with other people? Sure. I might be in love, but I'm not a sucker," Jax laughs.
"I know I'm not the only one keeping your bed warm once a year."

"Actually..." you start, but you don't think this is the right time to dump your baggage on him. You
don't even know if you should. "I need a favor, if you don't mind."

"Sure, what is it you need? Everything okay up there?" Jax asks, concerned.

"Yeah, everything with the club is good. I... I just needed a few days to myself away from all that
and I just happened to be around your way and I just blew my tire riding down here so I thought
maybe you can send a tow truck? I don't know if it’s too far—" you finally tell him.

"Oh, shit. Where are you? I'll come pick you up right now," Jax says.

"You- you don't have to come. I don't want to stop you from doing whatever it is you're--"

"I’m coming to get you. Where are you?" Jax repeats.

"I'm on 99, right past exit 42 on the south side."

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I am," you nod. "But uh... I was also thinking, if you’re free tonight, maybe we can hang
out, see where the night takes us?” You cringe just hearing yourself say that.

“Listen, if you want to see me, you don’t need to make up an excuse."

"It's not an excuse. I honestly got a flat," you tell him. "But about the other thing... I was gonna call
you once I got to Charming."

"Is that all I am to you? Dick on call?" He teases.

"Since when do I ever call you?" You know Jax can hear the smile on your face right now.

"You see, that's the problem, darlin'. I'd love to hear your voice every once in a while. Not just
while I'm fucking the shit out of you," Jax laughs.

"I keep telling you, you need to lose that fantasy, Teller," you tease.

Jax chuckles and there's a moment of silence.

"Well, I'm heading to you right now. Stay put and keep safe. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Copy that. Thanks, Jax," you add.

"Don't thank me yet. See you soon, darlin'."

***

You look at your watch for probably the twentieth time and then look up and down the road
hearing another vehicle in the distance. The car slows down and pulls over. You peek over your
sunglasses and glance at the driver as the passenger side window is lowered.

"Hey there, you okay? Do you need any help?" the driver asks.

"No, thank you. I have someone on the way, but thanks for checking!" you wave to him and push
your sunglasses back up over your eyes and step back to your Harley.

"It's no trouble at all, sweetheart.” The older-looking man flashes a smile and you notice his eyes
trailing up and down your body.

“Really, I’m fine.” You put your hands up.

“Come on, I got room in the back for your bike," he pushes.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm good." You smile politely.

"You know, a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be out here by your lonesome. It can get
dangerous out here especially at night. Strange men with bad intentions waiting for moments like
this."

You grit your teeth and force a smile which probably looks more like a grimace.

"You mean men like you?" Your fingers lightly brush over the top of the black leather sheath
strapped to your thigh, ready to arm yourself in case this guy tries anything.

He chuckles. "Pretty and funny, I see."

"Why don't you just move it right along, sir?" You nod towards the road ahead of him. "And not be
one of those men with bad intentions with anyone else you might see along the way."

"Don't have to be such a bitch about it!" The man growls and takes off.

You watch him until you can no longer see his truck. Suddenly, a honk gets your attention. You
turn towards it and see a truck slowing down. Great, another one. Getting ready to be a bit more
aggressive because people don't understand that no means no, you pull your knife out and wait for
the truck to come to a stop. Reasons like these are why you wish you could wear a kutte of your
own, but you technically aren't part of the club. If anyone saw the reaper on your back, they would
know better and leave you alone. The truck pulls up right in front of you and the passenger window
rolls down.

"Hey there, darlin'."

Immediately, you sheathe your weapon and your scowl instantly turns into a wide smile. Butterflies
flutter about in your lower gut. This has never really happened before. Not with him. Never with
Jax, but you keep it cool.

"Hey there, yourself," you greet.

"What were you going to do with that needle? Poke me to death?" Jax chuckles.
"I'm actually very handy with a knife," you tell him.

"I don't doubt that one bit." Jax shakes his head.

He opens the driver's side door, hops out and walks around over to you. As he approaches you, you
feel your gut tightening. You hate this feeling. It's what's really what got you in this situation in the
first place. Indirectly, but still. As Jax closes the distance, you notice his hair is a little shorter but
slicked back. Looks like he’s aged a bit too. Club life will do that to you.

Jax reaches for your hand and you instantly feel a spark go right up your spine. You watch him as
he brings it up to his soft pink lips and kiss your knuckles, his blonde whiskers tickling you. This
warm fuzzy feeling starts spreading in your chest. He then wraps his plaid-covered arms around
you and pulls you in for a firm hug. You instinctively slip yours around his waist under his kutte
and let him envelope you in his warmth. He always gives cozy hugs. You press your face against
his hard chest between the leather and hold him a little longer. Jax looks down at you and brings a
hand up to stroke the back of your head.

"You alright there, darlin'?" he asks.

You were never really one for sentiment or affection. Sure, a kiss here, a hug there, a quick
squeeze of a hand, but it never lingers for this long and Jax senses it.

You pull back to look up at him and nod.

"Yeah, just... going through some things," you tell him. "Thanks for coming."

Jax cups your face, feeling his rings cool your hot skin. He caresses the apple of your cheek with
his thumb while searching your face.

"Of course," he nods. "Anything I can do to help?"

"For starters, fix my damn tire," you smirk.

You both let out a laugh and he nods.

"It's really good to see you," he nods and then leans in to cautiously plant a tender kiss on your lips.
You close your eyes and press yourself against him to kiss him back. Jax follows your lead and
slips his tongue inside your mouth. You go in to deepen the kiss but find Jax pulling back. You
open your eyes and cock an eyebrow.

"The night isn't getting any younger. Come on, let's get your baby into the back of this truck." Jax
smirks and pecks the tip of your nose.

***

As Jax is driving down the highway with the same hand gripping the wheel and dangling a lit
cigarette, you look straight ahead as the wind whips your hair around. Jax looks over at you,
switching between the road and your profile. You're startled when you feel his hand over yours.
You look over at him and smile.

"So what brings you down here?" Jax asks.

You lick your lips while contemplating whether you should tell him or not.

"Everything okay with the club?" he asks with concern.

"Yeah." you nod. "It's, you know, the usual bullshit, but nothing my dad can't handle. I just had to
get away from all that craziness." You look back in front of you and welcome the silence.

"There's something else, isn't there?"

You glance over at him again.

"What is it?" he asks, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"You're going to think this is silly," you chuckle.

Jax focuses on the road as he patiently waits for you to continue.

"I met this guy..." you start. You notice Jax's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. "And I... fell in
love."

"Interesting," Jax nods.

"You probably hate me now," you roll your eyes.

"Why would I hate you? I'm happy for you if you found someone for yourself," Jax glimpses over
at you. "I truly am." He lightly caresses your knuckles with his thumb and then turns his attention
back to the road.

"I would hate him though."

You smirk and let out a small laugh.

"But, that doesn't explain why you came all this way to Charming to hit me up for some dick," he
shoots you a knowing look.

Your mouth twists as you chew on your lower lip.

"He broke my heart," you flat out tell him. "I honestly thought, maybe I was wrong about
relationships and took a chance," you shrug. "Then six months later, I found him in the clubhouse
bathroom nailing one of my barmaids."

"I'm so sorry," Jax caresses your knuckles again.

"Thank you," you flash him a tiny smile. "Because he sure as hell wasn't."

“You want me to go up there with a couple of my guys and rough him up a bit?” Jax offers, licking
his lips before taking another puff.

“No, Teller. My own club has eyes on him already so I’m covered on that part, but thank you,” you
chuckle.

"It's fine. He probably has a small dick too, doesn't he?"

"Jax!" You try to cut him a stern look, but end up laughing.

"Yeah, he had a small dick," Jax laughs with you.

***

When the two of you reach Teller-Morrow, you see a few familiar faces. Everyone is respectful as
they know who you are. Jax leaves your bike at the garage and then takes you out for a spin on his
Harley. You ride alone all the time so for once it's nice to be in the backseat. You're not sure where
you're going, but you let Jax take the lead. You're in his territory now.

After stopping by the diner for a quick bite and doing some catching up, Jax pulls up to a house
and the porch light turns on. He parks the bike and you both hop off.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Jax nods over to the house as he takes his helmet off. You smirk
and follow him to the front door where he unlocks it and then lets you in. He flips the light on and
you step in further.

“This might be the only humble thing about you,” you comment while looking around.

“You're probably right." Jax shuts the door. "You want something to drink?" he asks as he walks
into the kitchen.

"Sure," you look over at him and nod.

"I got..." Jax opens his refrigerator and pokes his head in. "Orange juice... water..."

“I want something a bit stronger.”

You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his torso, reaching around to run your palms
up his chest. Jax turns around to face you and you stretch your neck up to smash your lips against
his, making him stumble back a bit against the open refrigerator and rattling it.

You and Jax both giggle while still kissing. Jax walks you backwards and shuts the refrigerator
with his foot. You aimlessly move back, guided by Jax until your ass bumps into something. You
reach behind you and feel that it’s a flat surface, the kitchen table. Small but feels sturdy. You lean
back on it as you and Jax continue to make out. Your hands slide up to his shoulders under the
kutte and you push the leather off of him, revealing his shoulder holster with a gun hanging next to
his ribs. Jax helps you remove his kutte and tosses it onto the table behind you.

Jax tugs on your own leather and pushes your jacket off your shoulders. You pull your arms out
and toss it aside. You place the flat of your hands on his chest, smoothing out the folds in his plaid
shirt as you feel his muscles flex beneath them. Your hands slide over to grip the holster straps and
yank him closer to you to kiss him again. You feel his gun digging into your side as he presses
himself against you, kissing you back and knocking the table into the wall behind you.

You paw at the front of his shirt, ripping it open and making buttons flying all around the kitchen.
You pull the bottom of his shirt up, untucking it from his low hanging jeans. Jax shrugs his holster
and shirt off, revealing his tattoos, scars and muscular physique. As he shimmies them off his
arms, you run your palms over his soft smooth skin on his chest, giving attention to the bullet
hanging off the chain around his neck for a moment, moving down to his abs and then feel a tiny
soft tuft of fur right above the waistband of his white boxers.

After dropping his shirt and holster onto the linoleum floor, Jax’s hands move down to your ass
and he squeezes it. You feel yourself being hoisted onto the table behind you. He steps into the
space between your legs and cradles your neck and the back of your head with both of his large
hands to deepen the kiss.

You wrap your legs around his hips, one knee knocking into his brown leather sheath dangling
from his belt and the other brushing against the cold silver chain hanging from his belt loop. You
pull him in closer to you and then Jax works to remove your shirt. Breaking the kiss, you briefly
retract your hands from him and raise them above your head so he can pull your t-shirt off of you.
Jax’s hand finds your neck and his lips on yours again. You nip at his lower lip and then feel
pressure from his other hand on your throat. He pushes you back, pinning you down by your neck
on the kitchen table on top of his kutte before leaning over you and kissing you again.

Your hands find his chest and one makes its way down his torso, following his golden happy trail,
slipping past his boxers, but Jax grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head. He looks
down at your face and stares into your eyes, almost adoringly, before leaning down to kiss you
again. With his arms stretched out above you, he makes a trail of kisses down your neck and top of
your chest and then back up to the side of your face.

"You know I'll treat you right, darlin'," Jax says into your ear before gently biting down on your
neck and sucking on it, soothing the faint indentations of his teeth left on your skin.

"You can keep lying to yourself, Jax." Your giggle turns into a moan when you feel Jax sucking on
your neck.

"Well, you're lying to yourself too," Jax adds.

"How so?" You close your eyes and bite your lower lip.

"I was the first person who popped in your head when you needed some comfort and rebound sex,
wasn’t I?" Jax asks as he leaves kisses all over your chest, making his way down your body again.

“Yeah, so what?” You arch your back up and let out a sigh when Jax brushes his lips over a raised
nipple poking through your thin bra.

“Why do you think that is?”

You open your mouth but you’re rendered speechless when Jax circles the tip of his tongue around
your delicately-covered nipple, glancing up at you as you squirm under him.

“Jax, less talking, more doing,” you pant. “You do this every time.”

“It’s what we do. I push and you pull,” Jax says before releasing your wrists and moving his hands
down to the front of your bra. He pulls down a cup until your breast pops out.

“Well, you can push your–” You gasp when you feel his tongue run over your nipple again while
kneading your other breast in his hand. You bring your hands to Jax’s hair, threading your fingers
through his slicked back golden mane as you arch up again, wanting more. He abandons your
nipple to move on to the other one, pulling down the fabric covering it. You fist his hair when he
tugs at your nipple between his teeth. Your thighs clamp around his waist and your hips grind up
into him, whimpering while trying to find some relief.

Jax continues to trail down your body, leaving quick sloppy pecks on your belly before working his
fingers to undo your jeans. You look down at him as he swifty removes the weapon strapped to
your thigh and then yanks your jeans over your hips, taking your underwear along. You relax your
legs, letting go of his body so he can pull them off you. You try to toe your boots off, but they’re
too tight. When Jax reaches your ankles, he crouches down to unzip your boots and pull them off
you, then finally removes your jeans and underwear.

“You eat at this table, don’t you?” you tilt your head to the side curiously. “You sure you want my
bare ass on this?”

Jax doesn’t answer your questions, but instead pushes your thighs open, holding them back and
dips his face between them. You moan, feeling his tongue and lips playing with your clit. Looking
for something to grasp, you feel the leather underneath you and reach for it, trying to ball it up in
your fists. Your hips start to slowly rock against Jax’s face when he dips his tongue inside you,
tasting the honey he’s coaxing out of you.

You gasp when you feel Jax slide a finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out. He slides another
after a few moments and your hips buck, moving faster. He lays his tattooed forearm across your
pelvis to hold you down and then curls his fingers up. Your hips twitch on the table and you grasp
the kutte even harder.

You mewl when you feel his tongue on your clit, massaging it with the tip. The pressure from his
fingers starts to intensify as he rubs your g-spot. He pulls your clit between his lips and sucks on it,
triggering you to grind into his face. Jax’s arm presses you down harder to keep you in place as his
fingers quicken its pace and tongue circles in on your clit, his lips tautly pulling at it.

“Jax…” you breathe out.

Jax keeps the rhythm, feeling you clench around his fingers. Your body tenses up and seizes when
your orgasm quickly blossoms and shocks your system. Jax watches you come undone as he
continues to stroke you and suck on you until your body becomes limp. He pulls his fingers out of
you and rubs his slicked fingers over your clit, making you twitch from the sensitivity. He bites
your inner thigh and then straightens up, licking his fingers clean as he stands over you.

“Jesus Christ, Jax,” you quickly push out in between heavy breaths as your elevated heart rate
thumps loudly against your chest.

“I know, I get the joke all the time: the hair, the beard, the abs, but I’ll have you know, I have been
called a miracle worker before,” Jax wink and smirks smugly as he wipes his beard with the swipe
of his hand.

You can’t help but laugh. You look over at him and catch him looking down at you with the same
twinkle in his eyes that he had before.

“What?” you ask, breaking the spell.

“Put on my kutte,” Jax tells you.

“Isn’t it like, sacrilege?” you question with a raised brow.

“I don’t care,” Jax shrugs. “No one else’s ever worn my kutte before, but I want to see it on you
while I fuck you. Give you a taste of what it’d be like to be my old lady. Be mine just for tonight.”

You look back at him, smirking and propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Kutte don’t mean shit to me, Teller. I know my worth. I know what I am to my club and I don’t
need any leather or patch to tell me that.”

There’s that push and pull he loves. An amusing smile spreads across his face as he looks back at
you.

“Spoken like a true old lady,” Jax compliments. “Stop teasing me like that before I actually get
down on one knee.”

One thing you can say about Jax is when you’re with him, you always feel appreciated, whether
he’s sincere or not. His wicked tongue is both charming and talented, in more ways than one. He
knows the right words to say to spark your carefully protected and jaded heart, and the perfect
ways to make your body surrender to him. Still, you’re not about to commit yourself to him, nor
can you see it ever happening, especially now after you’ve been burned by someone you lowered
your walls for.

You don’t know how serious he is about his insistence on making you his old lady, but for tonight,
you can pretend with him that it’s real. That’s all this really is, right? Making each other feel good
and forgetting this crazy world that you both share, for a few hours.

“Well you’ve already gotten down on two for me,” you shoot back as you sit up. “Maybe I should
return the favor.”

You hook your finger to the top of his belt and pull him in closer to you, back into the space
between your legs. He stumbles and leans into you, pressing his warm body against yours. The
bulge straining behind his fly brushes against your sensitive center and you hum.

“Let’s move this into my room,” Jax says, taking your hand into his.

You hop off the table and let him lead you, quickly taking the kutte with you.

When you both reach his surprisingly pretty neat bedroom, you toss the kutte onto his bed and then
push Jax on top of it. He falls back and flops on the mattress. He sits up and looks up at you,
waiting for your next move. You place your hand on his knees and push them apart, creating a
space for yourself. His eyes follow you as you kneel down in front of him.

You reach up to his shiny SAMCRO belt buckle holding his jeans up and start working to get it
off of him. Having trouble with his gaudy buckle, Jax stands up to help you out. You lean back to
give him some room, but looking up at him from where you are, you don’t mind the view. In fact,
Jax is looking mighty delicious from down there as he towers over you. He is well aware of the
effect he has on women but he walks a really fine line on letting it get to his head which you can’t
quite say about many of the club members and wannabes who overcompensate. Maybe there is
more than just this abode that humbles him.

When Jax gets his belt open, you kneel up and take over for him. You unbutton his fly and take
your time pulling the zipper down, slowly dragging your fingernails over his bulge.

Jax groans as he watches you undress him. You hook your fingers on each side of the band of his
boxers and pull down, taking his jeans down with it until his cock springs out and bounces in front
of your face. You wrap your fingers around his thick and heavy cock, softly stroking it before
putting your mouth on it.

You lick the tip, swirling your tongue around the rim, making Jax twitch in your hand. While
teasing the head of his cock again, you focus on the underside of his mushroom tip. Jax tilts his
head and a stifled moan slips out. You then slide him into your mouth and Jax hisses.

“Fuck, your mouth is so soft,” Jax grunts. His fingers tangle into your hair as you bob up and down
on his length.

You relax your throat and try to push in as much of him as far as you can. Jax throws his head back
as you deep throat him. His hips start gently thrusting into your face with his hand still on the back
of your head.

You look up and see him watching with a tilt of his head as you try to fit as much of him as you
can. You continue to pull at him with your lips and tongue. Pulling him out of your mouth. you spit
on his cock and stroke his whole length while giving your jaw a break.

“I could get used to this,” Jax smiles while caressing the apple of your cheek with his thumb.

You return the smile before plunging him back into your mouth. Jax closes his eyes and hums,
enjoying the way you’re licking and sucking his cock, making the most obscene wet noises while
doing so.

His eyes flash open and he hisses when he feels you deep throating him again. You maintain eye
contact as you push further until you gag. You pull him out and jerk him, spreading your spit for a
silkier stroke.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Jax compliments.

You smile up at him with misty eyes.

“Come get on the bed,” Jax tells you and offers his hands. You take them and he helps you up off
the floor. “Your knees okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” you reply before climbing into his bed and laying back.

You watch as Jax kicks his sneakers off and removes the rest of his bottoms. He pushes his boxers
and baggy jeans down until the belt and knife hits the floor with a loud thump. He steps out of his
jeans and kicks them aside. Meanwhile, you remove your bra and then slip the kutte over your
naked body.

“Is this what you wanted, VP?” you ask, smirking.

“That’s your VP to you, darlin’.” Jax licks his lips as he rakes his eyes over you. Seeing you in
nothing but his kutte is hotter than he imagined. He lets himself believe you are his at the moment.
His queen, his rock, his partner. Someone who truly understands this life.

“That’s right. I would be the president of this household if I were your old lady,” you tell him
smugly. You knew what he meant, but your response widened his smile.

“Damn right, you would be,” Jax agrees. “Your ex is a fucking loser for missing out.”

You grasp the bullet hanging off his neck and pull him down with you as you lay back on the bed.
Jax follows, climbing over you. He leans in and crashes his lips against yours. While kissing you,
his forearms move to either side of your head and he holds himself up, settling right on top of you.

He nudges your legs open with his knees, spreading you for him. He slowly grinds against you,
sliding his length against your slit and dragging over your clit. You move against him to create
more friction.

“Jax, I need you to fuck me,” you pant. “Now.”

“Anything for you, my darlin’.” Jax licks his lips and smiles while looking down at you. He gives
you a quick peck before rolling off you to grab a condom. Your eyes follow him as you give
yourself some relief, dipping the tip of your finger inside yourself and then spreading your arousal
over your clit.

When Jax walks back to you with his cock covered and ready to bury inside you, he groans at the
image in front of him. Seeing you splayed open touching yourself with his kutte on you just created
a whole new kink for him.
“Anything?” you ask curiously, your fingers never leaving your dripping cunt.

“I’d kill for you,” Jax answers as he steps closer to you, bouncing his thick cock between his
fingers.

The corner of your lips turn up in amusement. Most people would find that horrifying - or
romantic, depending on where they stand on homicide, but it doesn’t faze you. You’ve learned to
be ruthless just like all the other members who have earned their patch. It’s necessary to survive
the club life, so you find Jax offering to commit murder for you quite cute and charming in an
elementary school kinda way. The dumb boy must be in love. Flattering, but you also don’t want to
be responsible for someone else’s death, whether they deserved it or not. You’d never wish for
anyone to kill for you. There are exceptions though. For self defense? Sure. For shits, giggles and
egos? Definitely not. You’ve witnessed enough turf wars and retaliations to see all the unnecessary
bloodshed and loss. You can understand and even respect the ones who are so loyal that they
would die for the club, but not when it’s for nothing.

“Yeah? You’d do that for me?” You ask, indulging him.

“I swear on my brother’s grave,” Jax states. “Just say the word and I’ll make sure they’re out of
your life for good.” He climbs over you again, repositioning himself to align himself with your
opening.

“What other benefits does being your old lady come with?” you tease.

“You get this dick anytime you want,” Jax slides inside you without warning and you gasp. “As.
Much. As. You. Fucking. Want,” he adds, punctuating each word with a punch into your pussy.

“Fuck!” You sigh, feeling him stretching you out and filling you up.

Jax remains still while inside you. You try to move your hips but he’s pinned on top of you. One of
his large hands grip your jaw and he slots his mouth over yours. You feel his hips starting to
slowly gyrate, moving himself in and out of you, taking his time. Each time he slips inside of you,
he pushes to the hilt, making you feel so full, reminding you how good his cock feels buried deep
in you. You’d never tell him because his ego is as big as his cock, but no one else has ever brought
so much pleasure to your body the way Jax does.

You pull your legs back and wrap your legs around his hips, adjusting the angle, needing him to go
deeper. Jax’s pacing picks up a bit, but is still too torturous for you.

“Jax…” you whine between kisses.

He releases your jaw and slips his hand down beneath his kutte to grip your hip. As he continues to
make out with you, he pulls back and slams into you, feeling him pressing against your cervix. He
then returns back thrusting at a snail’s pace before unexpectedly ramming back into you again,
making your body clench up. His kisses become more feverish as he moves faster, finding the
perfect rhythm.

Jax is needy, but tender and intentional with every touch. He’s holding himself up with one arm,
tilting a little to one side. He pulls back from the kiss and zeroes in on your face, watching you as
he fucks you.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jax breathes out. “I can do this every night.”

“You say that now,” you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
“I’ll always say that. I want to make love to you all the time,” Jax grunts.

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t know if it’s because you’re actually touched or panicked by
what Jax just said. You don’t know if he’s just caught up in the moment or if that’s how he truly
feels. You’re used to Jax talking this way with you but you think you’re still feeling a bit vulnerable
because of your ex. Your ego and heart got shattered and Jax’s words are soothing you and licking
your wounds. Normally you would brush Jax off anytime he would start talking about his feelings
for you but in the moment, you want to believe him. Instead, you push the intrusive thoughts out of
your mind and focus on the penetration. Rebound sex is supposed to be about having fun and
forgetting about the things you don’t want to think about, including but not limited to your cheating
ex.

Jax grabs the back of your knee and pushes your leg up to your chest and starts pounding into you,
his necklace swaying as he’s hitting that soft spot inside you over and over again. You close your
eyes and bite down on your lower lip, concentrating on your second orgasm. Having Jax Teller
rearranging your guts every night actually sounds like it could be a really good time, but you
remind yourself that feelings get involved and shit. It gets messy.

“Come again for me, darlin’. I know you wanna be a good little slut for me,” Jax purrs, pulling you
from your thoughts.

Now he’s speaking your language. You perch your ankle on his shoulder and adjust your hips,
allowing Jax to go deeper and hitting you in all the right places, accelerating your race to the finish
line. Lifting your hips off the bed to meet his with each thrust, you feel yourself starting to clench
and start seeing stars. You fist the bed sheets as your eyes roll back and your body stiffens as your
release uncoils.

“There you go,” Jax praises, but he doesn’t stop pumping into you, unexpectedly triggering another
orgasm.

You arch off the bed as your ab muscles tighten up. It almost feels like your pussy’s squeezing
Jax’s cock so hard it’s trying to push him out.

“‘Atta girl,” Jax praises again smugly. “You got one more for me?”

He continues to drive into you harder and faster. You feel yet another one approaching and it
comes before you’re prepared for it. You’re blissed out and can’t think. All you can do is revel in
the pleasure Jax is bringing to your body. When your hips still, no longer moving with Jax, laying
under him defeated, he stops as well.

“You alright, darlin’?” Jax asks, brushing away your hair sticking to your forehead.

You look back at him, simply nodding as you catch your breath. Jax flashes you a smile and then
pecks your cheek. He pulls out of you and you watch as he makes his way up the bed.

Jax sits up on the bed, propping up a pillow behind him and then leans back against the
headboard.

“Come sit on my cock.” Jax commands, patting his naked lap.

You crawl over to him and straddle him, then take the heavy kutte off and toss it aside as it’s
getting in your way. You grab his cock and hover above it, aligning yourself with him. Jax places
his hands on both sides of your hips as you slowly sink down on him. Once you get it all in, you
brace yourself on his broad shoulders and start moving up and down on him. Jax helps you bounce
on him, lifting your ass and bringing it down, but at his speed.

“Slow it down, sweetheart,” Jax tells you. “We got all the time in the world,” he reminds you.

When you find a rhythm that works for you, Jax leans in, licking his lips and brushing them over
yours before kissing you. He’s surprisingly gentle and passionate, sneaking his tongue inside your
mouth, flicking his tongue over yours. You welcome it, giving him your tongue as well. Jax wraps
his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer to him so your chests are pressed together. As
you continue to ride him, moving a little quicker, Jax breaks the kiss and presses his forehead
against yours, with the tips of your noses bumping.

Your eyes lock as you grind on him and a warm feeling starts blooming in your chest. You know
exactly what it is and you close your eyes, fighting the feeling, concentrating on riding him and
following the pleasure below your waist instead.

“Look at me,” Jax pants as you feel him shifting under you.

You open your eyes and are met with his, ice blue but there’s a warmness to them. He runs his
palms up and down your body, caressing your soft, sensitive skin. His hands stop at your hips and
he guides you to move faster. He starts thrusting up into you while rocking your hips back and
forth.

“Jax, I know you’re close,” you say to him.

“You are too. I can feel it,” he replies. “Let’s fucking cum together.”

You bear down and roll into him hard, flesh slapping together, rocking the bed as it creaks under
you. The headboard bangs into the wall, leaving tiny dents where the wood hits it. Unable to put it
at bay, the warmth in your chest and the tightening coil in your gut spreads throughout your body.

“I fucking love–”

You grab his face with both of your hands and smush your lips over his. It’s the best way to keep
words from spewing out of his mouth. You don’t know how that sentence ends but you don’t care
to find out. You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him closer to you. This intimacy is new
to the two of you, as you’ve always kept it what it was - a casual hookup, but it overwhelms you
and you just accept it. Just ride the wave. You keep riding Jax until finally you snap.

You moan into his mouth as Jax’s breath stutters. You can feel him pulsing inside of you as he
grunts. You gradually slow down your rocking as you both relish in the high together. Your head
rolls to the side and you bury your face in the crook of his neck and shoulder while catching your
breath.

Jax wraps his arms around you, holding you close while running his fingers up and down your
spine. You feel his teeth lightly nipping at your shoulder and then a tender kiss.

“You alright there, darlin’?” Jax asks into your ear.

“Yeah,” you nod as you soak in the post-coital bliss.

Jax cradles the back of your head and plants a kiss on your temple, stroking your head as you both
hold each other in silence. His warm scent adds to the comfort, making your heart feel full. You
actually want to stay like this forever.

You feel him twitching inside you as he’s getting soft, making you giggle. You pull back and look
at Jax to find him smiling at you. He brings a hand up to cup your face and pulls you in for a
tenderhearted kiss. There’s no urgency. Just a loving kiss letting you know how much he cares
about you. It could be just all the feel good hormones making you think that way, but it’s what you
need right now. You’ll sleep it off and tomorrow things will be back to usual. Right?

You pull away from him, breaking the kiss and licking your lips.

“I can actually use that water now.” You try to shift the mood.

Jax chuckles and nods. “I sure can too.”

You roll over off Jax’s lap and he grunts when he slides out of you. He pulls the condom off and
ties it up before tossing it in a nearby garbage can. He scoots out of bed and offers his hand. You
take it and he helps you to your feet. As he laces his fingers between yours, one of his SONS rings
slips loose and falls onto the carpet. That one ring was always a little too big on him.

You bend down to pick it up and slide it over your own ring finger. It’s way too big on you but you
leave it on anyway.

“Your old lady for tonight, right?” You ask as you wiggle your fingers at him.

Jax looks back at you with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on him. He takes your hand and
brings it up to press his lips to the back of it, then drops it, interlacing his fingers with yours again
before leading you out the bedroom.

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