Summary: she’s getting ready for a bachelorette party, and Jax thinks her dress is too short. He thinks she needs a reminder of who she belongs to.
Pairing: Jax x Reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+ only. MDNI. Rough sex. Daddy Jax is a warning in and of itself. Degradation. Breeding. Cream pie.
A/N: I mean…I have had a daddy kink for as long as I can remember. With that being said, I was having a hard time coming up with a good scenario for this fic. This is HIGHLY inspired by that movie (dunno what it’s called) and Mark Ruffalo tells that girl that her dress is too short, and to change. 🤤
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Jackson was well aware that your friend's bachelorette party was tonight, so you couldn’t figure out why he acted so damn surprised when he walked in the bedroom to see you sitting at your vanity and getting dolled up.
“I forgot is all, princess,” he responded when you snapped at him, giving him an attitude when he asked you what you were getting ready for. But, Jax was a typical man, and even though you told him twenty times about your plans, he still pretended like he had no idea.
“Do I need to remind you who you’re talking to?” He got up from the edge of the bed, stalking towards you and standing behind you. You looked at him through the mirror, frozen.
“No.” You responded, holding the mascara wand just inches away from your eyelashes.
“No, WHAT?” He barked.
“No, daddy.”
“God damn right,” he turned to walk out of the room and you needed a moment to catch your breath. You got so hot and bothered when Jax used his daddy voice on you.
You finished getting ready, putting on a slinky little dress that hugged your curves so deliciously. It was a little short, and maybe you had done that on purpose to get another rise out of Jax.
“Honey, did you eat anything?” He asked, not looking away from the TV as the clacking of your high heels traveled through the house. Once your footsteps got closer, he looked up at you, and he immediately furrowed his brow, his mouth open in shock.
“Yeah…” he said. “No.”
“What?” You asked, playing stupid.
“Not happening.” He responded, using his palms to stand up from the couch and walk slowly towards you.
“You don’t like it?” You said, doing a twirl and letting him get a full view of your mini dress.
“Go change, please.”
“What?” You responded with a giggle. “No way, I like it.”
“Y/n,” Jax said, gripping your arm to spin you around, trying to get you to go back to your room and change. But you kept your feet planted firmly on the ground.
“I. Like. It,” you said with a smirk, getting in his face. “And I’m not changing.”
Jax released his grip on you, and just stood there, running one hand down his face and the other rested on his hip.
“Mkay,” he said after a moment of silently thinking it over. “Ya wanna act like a little fuckin whore, then I’ll treat ya like one.”
He gripped your wrist tighter now, yanking you to the bedroom, your high heels taking short and quick steps to keep up with Jax’s long strides.
“Bend over,” he commanded as he pulled you to the side of the bed, and you obeyed. Your short dress exposed your thong as you bent over, and Jax chuckled. “Yeah, you’re out your damn mind if you thought for one second I was lettin’ you leave the house like that.”
He knelt down and slid his hands up your thighs and under your dress, hooking his fingers into your panties and aggressively taking them off. Once they were gone, he lifted your skirt up over your waist and delivered a sharp smack to your bare ass.
“You’re mine,” he said, freeing his cock from his jeans and lining it up with your pussy. “And I guess you need daddy to remind you. Is that right, baby girl?”
“Yes,” you whined.
Jax dug his fingertips into your ass cheeks, squeezing hard, making you cry out. “Yes what?!”
“Yes daddy.”
He slammed into you hard. Not one bit of passion or care. This was punishment. This was him reminding you who you belonged too.
“You wanna put what belongs to daddy on display? Is that it?” He said as he slammed into you with such ruthlessness and depravity, you were certain he was going to rip you in half.
“Jax,” you whimpered, gripping the sheets and shuttering against him.
Quickly, there was a hard open handed smack on your ass. “That’s not my name,” he said, gripping your hips and slamming into you even harder, if that was even possible.
“Daddy,”
“Good girl,” he grunted and strained, throwing his head back and you felt the bulge inside of you get harder, thicker. “Daddy has a present for you.”
“Yeah?” You moaned into the pillow, squeezing his cock with your pussy.
“Yeah,” he was holding his breath now, right at the brink of an orgasm. “Gonna cum in you tonight, baby girl.”
He pumped faster now, harder, and after a minute or two you could feel his warm seed coat your insides. He came inside of you, which wasn’t surprising. Jax loved to live dangerously.
He gently patted your ass and stood up, sticking his dick back into his pants as you slid off the bed, reaching for your panties.
“Nice try,” he snapped his fingers and reached his hand out for them.
You plopped your panties into his outstretched hand, and walked towards your closet to get another dress.
“Nope,” he said. “You leave that dress on and you can let my babies run down your legs all night.”
You looked at him as if there was no chance in hell he was being serious. “You’re joking, right?”
“Dead serious.” He said, walking over to you and planting a loving kiss on your forehead. “Have a good time baby girl.”
The crisp winter air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped out onto the porch, the faint sound of laughter and the warm glow of lights spilling from inside the house. Christmas had arrived in Charming, and you had insisted on a small gathering, hoping to bring a sense of joy and warmth to the club after a tumultuous year.
As you leaned against the railing, sipping a cup of hot cocoa, you thought about Jax. He had left early that morning for a ride with the guys, a tradition that had become a part of your lives. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him—his signature grin, the way he brushed his hair back with his hand, and the way he loved fiercely, even when the world around him was chaotic.
Just then, the rumble of motorcycle engines broke through your thoughts, and you felt your heart leap in anticipation. You turned to see Jax and the rest of the crew pulling up, their bikes roaring to a stop in the driveway. He was at the front, looking effortlessly handsome in his black leather jacket, a wool beanie pulled low over his blonde hair.
“Hey, darlin’!” he called out, a wide smile breaking across his face as he approached.
“Hey, you! Missed you!” you replied, setting your mug down and rushing to meet him.
He scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around in the chilly air. Your laughter filled the space between you, the warmth of his embrace banishing the cold. “Missed you too. You ready for a little Christmas cheer?”
“Absolutely!” you laughed, your heart racing from the excitement of seeing him and the sheer joy of the season.
As the group filed inside, you couldn’t help but notice the twinkle in Jax’s eyes. He pulled you close, whispering, “I’ve got a surprise for you later.”
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What is it?”
“Just wait and see,” he said, the playful smirk on his lips promising mischief.
The afternoon flew by, filled with laughter, good food, and the warmth of friendship. You reveled in the camaraderie of the club, the chaos of the holidays weaving a beautiful tapestry of love and connection. You wore your favorite red dress, the fabric hugging your curves in all the right places, and you could feel Jax’s appreciative gaze on you throughout the day, making you feel beautiful and desired.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow across the living room, Jax took your hand, leading you outside. “Come on, I want to show you something.”
You followed him, curiosity bubbling inside you. He led you to a small clearing behind the house, where a fire pit had been set up, the flames flickering against the twilight sky. Nearby, a beautifully decorated tree sparkled with lights, the smell of pine wafting through the air.
“Jax, this is amazing!” you exclaimed, taking in the scene.
He grinned, looking proud. “I thought we could have our own little celebration. Just you and me.”
“Looks like you thought of everything,” you said, glancing up at him with admiration.
He stepped closer, his gaze serious yet tender. “I wanted this year to be special for you. You’ve brought so much light into my life, and I wanted to give you a piece of that back.”
Your heart swelled, and you reached out to cup his cheek. “You don’t have to do anything grand to make me feel special, love. Just being here with you is enough.”
He smiled, a genuine warmth lighting up his blue eyes. “I know, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.”
Before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips with his in a passionate kiss that left you breathless. The world around you faded as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you close. You melted against him, feeling every inch of his body against yours, igniting a warmth that spread through you.
When he finally pulled back, you both were breathless. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours.
“Merry Christmas,” you whispered back, a smile spreading across your face.
He stepped back, retrieving a small gift from behind the tree. “Okay, now for the surprise.”
You took the small, wrapped box from his hands, your heart racing with excitement. You carefully peeled away the paper, revealing a delicate silver necklace adorned with a small charm shaped like a motorcycle.
“Jax… it’s beautiful!” you exclaimed, your eyes shining with tears of joy.
“Thought you might like something to remind you of us—our rides, our adventures,” he said, a soft smile playing on his lips.
You hugged him tightly, your heart full. “I love it. Thank you!”
As the fire crackled softly in the background, you and Jax stood together, wrapped in the magic of the moment—two souls intertwined, ready to ride into whatever the future held, hand in hand.
Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, my babies! MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄♥️!!
Just watched a TikTok and it made me want to sob. Abel and Jax’s facial expressions!! 🥺 like did you atleast kiss the brick before throwing it at my face ?! I hate that he’ll never get to see his boys grow up, but Jax was such a selfless father deciding not raising his boys to know that life of chaos 😭😭😭😭
Now I need to hear it straight from the source herself, out of our men Rio, Angel and Jax who’s the most dominant?
Though all three men have some daddy-dom in them. I'd say Rio gives dominant vibes the most.
Take Jax for example. The scene in Sons where Tara lays claim to what is hers in the bathroom at the clubhouse. That told me all I needed to know. Jax can be assertive but he doesn't mind handing over some of that power (in my opinion). Therefore he gives me switch vibes. In other words he's not opposed to being submissive at times.
Then there is my baby Angel. Though he gives dom vibes. We have to take into consideration that he was stuck on Adelita. Now we all know mama like to run shit. I can't help but think she’d be a little dominant in the bedroom as well. To me it all just depends on the type of woman he's with in the moment. I can see him being both dominant and submissive as well.
Then there’s my baby love, Rio. Maybe once every blue moon he might let you take the reins in the bedroom, but let's bffr. It wouldn't last long😩😂🤣. It would take you all of two minutes to realize that you're in over your head. That you being in charge ain't gonna produce the kind of spine-tingling orgasm like he can (IN MY OPINION😆).
