#19 with Jax? So happy to see your posts again, babe!
Thank you my love! I missed writing and the community! I’m glad to be back!!! I haven’t had a Jackie Boy request in a long time. Hunnam is a babe!
19 “ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”
You stood in the empty kitchen, radio turned up and a spatula in your hand as you spun around. It was cliche but here you were dancing in your underwear around his kitchen. He was still out cold and you let loose, knowing no one was around to watch.
Pausing you flipped the pancake you were making. He never needed to know but you couldn’t cook for your life. Pancakes though? Now those were your jam. It was the only recipe you ever learned and you perfected it.
Waiting for this one to finish cooking, you slid around the kitchen floor. Thankful for the old man socks you were wearing. Pulled halfway up your calves. The oversized SAMCRO t-shirt you stole off the floor just covering your assets. You wiggled around, busting out the moves.
You felt his hands slide under the shirt you were wearing, the cool metal of his rings sending shivers down your spine. He smoothed his palms over the curve of your hips and thighs, before sliding up to settle just below your belly button.
“All this for me?” He asked, tucking his face into your neck, his voice still gruff from sleep.
You licked your lips and leaned backwards, relying fully on him to balance out your combined weights. He grunted as you became dead weight in his embrace, laughing as you shimmied your shoulders into his.
“Good morning,” You turned sideways, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
You hopped away from him but were unsuccessful as his hands caught you around the waist and pulled you right back to him. He maneuvered himself expertly and trapped you between his body and the kitchen counter.
With a devilish smirk, he leaned in, running his fingers between yours and pressing them into the counter. He traced his nose along the outside of your jawline before pulling back and letting his eyes rove every inch of you, from the tip of your nose right down to your toes.
You grinned, shaking your head at his over the top way of checking you out. You loved it thought.
“You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pick up line.” He murmured, leaning back in to kiss you.
It was all for naught because as soon as the words came out of his mouth you burst into laughter. He stopped, hovering a few inches from your face. Your knees fell together as you laughed harder at the confusion in his face.
“What?” He asked, his eyebrows creasing momentarily.
“That is so sappy,” You licked your lips with a wide smile, “That I might just vomit.”
The confusion in his expression cleared and was quickly replaced with mischievousness.
“You saying you don’t like my pick up lines?” He pouted, faking hurt.
You scoffed, “Please, that was half a pick up line at most.”
He threw his head back, laughing. “Well fine, if you want to be like that,” He mock sulked, before closing in on you without any warning and catching you in a searing kiss. You sighed into him, you body falling slack against his. He chuckled at your reaction, using his hands to line your back and help you stay upright.
When you broke apart he leaned his forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard. You lifted a hand and rested it against his cheek, tapping it lightly a few times.
“See, now?” You whispered breathlessly, “Who needs corny pick up lines when you can kiss me like that?”
He grinned down at you before ducking abruptly and tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed as he did so. He turned the burner off, pushing the pan off the stove and carried you back down the hallway to his bedroom, spouting off the worst pick up lines in history as he went.
Written based on these prompts
