Jax Teller x Reader | toxic exes who fight & fuck with equal amounts of passion | drunk reader & jax | unprotected ROUGH (to some) smut | mention of blood | explicit & violent language | implied adultery | violence but in the name of passion | jealousy | 18+ MDNI
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βItβs been whatβ¦β he looks at his watch like the cocky fucker heβs always been. βNearly two hours since you got here and you still havenβt found your way to come say helloβ¦thatβs pretty mean darlinββ
βThatβs cause Iβm not here for youβ I reply with a smile dipped in venom, βIβm here for my brotherβ I take the drink Cherry slides across the bar, never breaking eye contact with Jax.
βYeah?β He chuckles, shifting until heβs even closer to me. βPretty sure you use that line every fuckinβ time you walk in hereβ
βLifeβs not all about you Jacksonβ
βYou sure about that darlinβ?β He lets out a quite laugh scratching his beard βwhat are we at now? threeβ¦four years?β
βYeah wellβ¦shits changed. Iβm with someoneβ
βMmmm, rightβ¦β he nods, β...and werenβt you with someone the last two times we did this?β That anticipated mischief glimmers at the tip of his tongue as he swipes it knowingly across his bottom lip. The beautiful bastard.
βNah, Iβm being foreal this time. It's serious...and I really like himβ the lie immediately tastes sour on my tongue. There isnβt someone new. Never has been, Iβm just trying my hardest not to let myself get dragged back into this toxic fucking mess.
His eyes flick over mine, βis that so?β His cocky facade slips for just a second, so quick Iβm sure I fucking imagined it. But then I catch the twitch in his jaw, the one that only makes an appearance when heβs pissed at something, or trying hard not to be.
βGood for youβ he drains the rest of his beer in one quick swig, setting the bottle down on the bar with a loud clang before turning and strolling out of the clubhouse doors without another fucking word.
βLove you too loserβ I laugh, wrapping my arms around my older brother as the alcohol begins to hum through my veins. He smells like gin and a badly baked birthday cake as he leans in, placing a sloppy kiss to my cheek, smearing left over cake crumbs across my skin.
βEw. Stop, get off meβ I wriggle from him as we break into that uncomfortable burst of laughter like weβre 12 again, and not two grown adults standing in the middle of the samcro clubhouse.
My eyes wonder mid laugh to the back of the room, and I wish they fucking didnβt. Jax is tucked away in one of the corner booths, one arm slung across the back of the seat, and the other stroking that skanks hair. Ima, fucking hate that slut. Her fingers trace lazy shapes over the denim covering his inner thigh, and heβs fucking letting her do it.
His drunken eyes find mine the exact moment I notice her hand edge even closer to his zipper. The asshole doesnβt look away, no he holds the eye contact like he wants me to react. Donβt do it. Donβt. Do. It.
βNot on my birthday y/nβ Juice mutters, his hands firm on my shoulder, facing me away from the beauty and the beast, Ima, being the beast. βYou two pulled this shit last yearβ
βDunno what youβre talking aboutβ
My brother scoffs, always so dramatic. βReally?β He gestures across the room with his half finished bottle. βYou two ever gonna admit you still love each other? Shits exhaustingβ
βShut up asshole. Youβre drunk. You donβt know what youβre talking aboutβ
He laughs stepping back with both hands raised. βShits old now, y/nβ he raises his voice the further he gets away βmove on with your lifeβ¦or just fucking tell himβ I just about hear him over the music.
I turn back to face Jax, Iβm not backing down. Our eyes lock again instantly, probably cause he never took them off of me. Imaβs now tucked into the crook of his neck with her hand still resting too fucking comfortably on him. And Jax? He just looks at me like Iβm spoiling his fun.
βHow much do you really like him?β He mouths the fucking words. The cocky, arrogant fucking asshole, I swear to god I hate him.
The alcohol that was once humming through me, is now fucking fuming. My feet move without thought, weaving through bodies and tables. I walk straight past them at the booth, my brothers voice calling my name somewhere behind me. I donβt stop though, donβt even turn around, making my way into the hallway, the quietness like a breath of fresh air. The music fades behind me as I pass JTβs bike and head straight into Jaxβs dorm. I slam the door shut - harder than I meant to, but fuck it - the smell of him hits me immediately and it only makes me even more pissed. Iβm unsteady on my feet now, the drunk me here to stay. My hands sweep across the top of his drawers in one swift motion, sending everything scattered on top crashing to the floor. The sound of it all hitting the worn carpet, and breaking the lonely silence forcing a laugh out of me.
βThe fuck are you doing!β His voice hits the room before heβs even stepped fully inside.
I donβt turn straight away, I stand in the same spot with my back to the door, eyes scanning over the mess Iβve made of his things, my chest still tight with rage. Then, to make matters worse, I hear her fucking voice. That high pitched whiny fucking voice.
βWhys she done that Jax?β
I finally turn to see him standing in the doorway, blocking most of it with his broad shoulders and eyes displaying pure fucking thunder. And behind him, like a lost fucking puppy, stands Ima. She opens her mouth again, fixing to say some more dumb shit but I donβt even give her the chance.
I lunge forward, raising my hand in the air, his hands shoot out clamping around my waist attempting to move me out of arms way. βy/n donβt-β too fucking late.
My hand meets her face nice and sharp. Jax shoves me back hard enough that I stumble straight onto the bed behind me, and at the same time heβs already turning back to Ima. She has one hand against my handprint and the other outstretched towards Jax, as if he's her saving grace. Like I knew he would, he shoves her hand away, pushing her back into the hallway and slamming the door shut in her face. And Iβm sure I hear the lock catch.
βWhyβd you always do this?β I demand, pushing myself upright on the bed.
He doesnβt answer, doesnβt even look at me. Instead, he crouches down silently, beginning to gather all of his things I'd thrown across the room. One by one he places them all back where they belong, acting as if Iβm not even there.
βIβm talking to youβ
Him ignoring me, feels like pouring petrol onto an open fucking fire. I know I probably look like a complete bitch right now, and maybe I am. But I swear to god there isnβt another person on this planet that gets under my skin as much as Jax Teller does. He makes me fucking insane.
I reach back, grabbing the nearest pillow and launch it at him. It knocks straight into the side of his head before dropping to the floor. He freezes. Then his shoulders rise slowly as he takes in the deepest of breaths. Fuck. There goes that twitchy jaw again, I follow his movements as he bends picking the pillow up and places it back on the bed with so much fucking restraint, which pisses me off so much fucking more. Then I watch as he trails around, removing his blade, his gun, then throwing his kutte onto the lone chair in the corner of the room. I push myself off the bed, slamming each hand down beside me βI fucking ha-β
βYOU HATE ME?β he finally cracks. βYOU HATE ME SO MUCH YOU COULDNβT STAND TO SEE SOMEONE ELSE NEXT TO ME AND HAD TO COME IN HERE AND FUCK UP MY SHIT?β Heβs already got me pushed up against the back of the door, calloused hands framing my face.
βFuck youβ my lips barely move around the words.
βFuck me?β He laughs like a maniac, letting go of my face and taking a step back. βYeah thatβs what you fuckinβ want isnβt it?β He punches an inch away from my face, splitting the faded poster of some random porn whore in two.
βYouβre so full of shit Jacksonβ I scoff, peeling myself away from the door, my eyes rolling at the smear of blood heβs left behind.
βYeah?β He lets out a laugh so bitter. βAnd youβre usually full of me right about now, but youβre actinβ brand new cause you got another manβ¦againβ he shakes his head like heβs disappointed in me. βDidnβt stop you needinβ me before though, did it?β
βI never needed anything from youβ I spit, shoving him in his chest, the VP patch rough against my palm.
He storms straight at me with enough force that I stumble back a little but I plant my feet firm before he can knock me any further. βI almost believed you y/nβ¦β the tip of his nose now touching mine. ββ¦almostβ he sighs, gathering himself to his usual height. βBut itβs what we do right? Fuck and then run away from each otherβ¦youβre angry for a reason canβt you fuckinβ see that?β
My fists are clenched, nails denting little crescents into my flesh. βAnd what reason do you think that is you prick?β
His eyes move over my entire being so fucking slow. βLover boy ainβt doinβ it right?β He taunts, that cruel fucking smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. βYou missinβ somethinβ real?β He grabs himself through the denim, daring me to deny it. I almost moan at the sight of his cock becoming hard underneath the fabric. βSo what, we gonna do this for the rest of our lives huh, sneakinβ and duckinβ...fuckinβ on the low?β
βI-β he moves in closer again, stopping the words in my throat. He runs a bloodied hand across my cheek, marking me with his DNA.
βWhy donβt you take what you want from meβ¦take what you need from meβ a faint tremor of his chin betrays him. βTake what you wantβ¦ and goβ
I give it to him, heβs fucking good. But I know him well, too fucking well. Him telling me to βgoβ is a load of bullshit, but if he wants to play that gameβ¦again, then fuck it Iβm bout to join in.
I push at him, and this time the back of his knees buckle against the bed until heβs lying flat on his back, the mattress moulds to the shape of my knees as I climb over him like Iβve done a thousand times after saying I never would again. He grabs my face hard between his thumb and finger, pulling me down forcing my lips against his. Fuck, Iβve missed him. βI knew you couldnβt resistβ he mumbles between our lips as I cherish the scent of his breath.
I break away, sitting up and hovering a lil above him as I begin to fumble with his belt buckle. βAlways hated this fucking thingβ I snap with frustration.
Jax hoists his hips up in response, knocking me off balance and dragging every piece of clothing he has off, waiting for me to do the same. When I do, he rolls on top of me, the weight of him presses me deep into the mattress, both of his hands pin mine above my head as he leaves wet, open mouthed kisses against my neck, the tip of his cock solid hard against my inner thigh.
βFuckβ I breathe, using my teeth to clamp my mouth shut again, not wanting to give him the fucking satisfaction of knowing how good he always makes me feel.
βWhat was that, huh baby?β He teases, cock twitching against my hole, silently asking for permission. He knows he doesnβt need it, he never fucking does.
βShut the fuck up before I change my fuckingβ¦β my words dissolve into a moan as he thrusts every inch he has to give into me, stealing the rest of my sentence. My hands fly to his biceps, holding on tightly as I take pleasure in watching his face contort with euphoria.
βFβ¦fuck babyβ he moans, holding himself up on his palms, the chain around his neck dangling between us, hypnotising the fuck out of me. He lets out a shaky breath before our eyes meet again, βyou were really gonna keep all this from me?β
βThis isβ¦the lastβ¦fucking time, Jacksonβ I pant, arching my hips off the bed as he hits that exact spot I fucking need him to. That dull ache, flickering in the pit of my stomach like an old lightbulb coming back to life, threatening to give out but flaring back again at the last second. And he knows all about that spot, heβs the only fucker who ever has. He moves himself to his forearms, angling himself until he lands just right again, and again, and again.
He keeps fucking into me like itβs the last fucking time. Maybe he thinks it will be, maybe it actually will be, but none of that matters, not right now, not in this moment.
He drags me up and towards him as we switch positions, the bed creaking beneath us. My body moves in perfect time with his, this dance weβve done a hundred times before. Then Iβm above him, sliding down gracefully onto his cock, like a queen to a throne.
He pulls me forward, locking one arm against my ass and his other grabbing at the back of my neck, dragging me in so close to his face he could probably inhale me if he tried. βWhen are you gonna get it through thatβ¦β his voice deepens, as he drives into me, punctuating each syllable. βThickβ¦β thrust. "Fucking..." thrust. βSkullβ¦β thrust. βOfβ¦β thrust. βYoursβ¦β thrust. ββ¦that nobody will ever fuck you like I doβ
He lets go of me, and I rush to rise above him again. The slap that lands across his sweat glistened cheek is brutal, and Iβm fucking proud if I must admit. His head snaps to the side, his perfect blonde locks spilling with the force of it, he exhales deeply through his teeth, eyebrows raising in surprise. Blood begins leaking from the corners of his mouth but he drags that talented tongue along slowly, tasting the aftermath.
βI was waitinβ for this part sweetheartβ that sickly sweet grin creeps back into his face, teeth stained all red and eyes shimmering with delight, like Iβve given him exactly what he wanted. He pulls his hand back and lands the hottest slap against my ass before throwing me off him and forcing my face into the mattress, pushing my lower back down so Iβm arched in his most favourite way, and slides in all the way home.
The moans Iβm letting out need their own exorcism, fuck knows what the other guys are thinking if they can hear me. Shit, my brother. My arms stretch out in front of me, fingers digging into the linen sheets. One thing about Jax though, he doesnβt like to play fair. Not at all, he catches my arms, pinning them behind me with one hand, while he leans over me, the other smushing the back of my head deeper into the mattress. Iβm fucking helpless, I canβt move and my screams are being swallowed, but itβs just how I like it. How we both like it.
His grip relaxes against the back of my head, before slowly wandering the length of my spine with his rough to the touch fingertips, tracing every dip and curve of my back as he presses his weight into me once more, reaching beneath me to manoeuvre his fingers through my folds with all the slickness heβs helped to create. βFuck y/nβ he grunts the words, βalways so fuckinβ wet for me baby, you know thatβs how I like it donβt you?β
βYea-β
βDid I say you could talk yet baby girl?β He splays two fingers wide then clamps them both around my clit. βMatter of fact, I must not be fuckinβ you hard enough if you can still talkβ I wince in pleasurable pain.
βYou came here for your brotherβ¦β his hands trail lower, fingers ghosting against his own dick as he slides in and out of me. βBut did you really think youβd leave here tonight without coming for me?β
I rise from my arched position, Jax still throbbing inside me as he holds me for balance. βPleaseβ¦β I grind impatiently against him, I donβt care how pathetic I sound right now. ββ¦make me cum Jacksonβ¦ pleaseβ my breath catches in my throat as I struggle to keep still under his grasp.
I feel his wicked smile grow against the skin of my neck, as he kneads my tits, the flesh spilling out of his hands. βYou still on the pill?β he rumbles, I just about manage an incoherent yes.
βGood.β He grunts, βcause if this is the last timeβ¦which I doubt it is, Iβm fillinβ you up so god damn much youβll be leakinβ me for weeksβ
A/N: guys. tomorrow i will post part 22, and its gonna be the last part of this smauβΉοΈ im actually a little sad about it lol but it felt like it was coming to a natural end and i didnβt want to drag it out. BUT my requests are open and i have some regular fics coming soon that im really excited about. thank you all SO MUCH for reading and interacting i have had sm fun with this series and talking to you all i love frank langdon so much. anyway enjoy!!!! π
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